Your Ticklish Babysitting Story (And Other POV Tickle Stories)

Your Ticklish Babysitting Story

'Do you play this a lot?'

'We play all together, sometimes with mommy and daddy. They're really good at it.'

'How do you play?' you repeat.

She giggles as the rest of the children return with a small back pack.

The oldest child begins clearing off a short, nearby end table.

'Sit up straight,' orders the middle child as she and the smallest begin tying your arms and torso to the back of the chair with a sturdy length of rope.

You play along with the chuckling children, pretending to tug at the rope only to find that you are much more firmly secured than you expected.

'Wow, you guys really know what you're doing, huh?'

'We play this all of the time.'

'Mommy and daddy are really good!'

'Shh, no talking to the prisoner.'

You sit, still confused and bound to the chair.

You pull at your rope once more, shocked to find that you are genuinely trapped in that seat.

You hope that the children don't catch on to your helplessness and do anything too mischievous.

The children pull the end table over in front of you. You notice the surprising weight of the small table as it takes all three of them to move it.

'Be careful with that,' you say concerned. 'I don't want you breaking it or getting hurt.'

The children shh you once again, emphasizing your role in the game as the unfortunate captive.

The eldest two pick up your legs and place your calves atop the table.

You chuckle at just how much you know you could overpower them if the situation were of sincere legitimacy.

You feel the remaining child begin running another strand of rope atop your ankles and underneath the table.

Demonstrating another excellent display of knot tying, the boy secures your legs down.

You playful tug at the rope, just as you did with the chair.

Just as you discovered with the chair after doing so, you are much less mobile than you imagined being.

A chilling uneasiness overcomes you as the transparency of your helplessness becomes apparent to all.

Still, you play along.

'Alright, so how do we play?' you ask, hoping to speed the game through to completion.

The children snicker.

'You are not supposed to tell us where you hid the turtle,' says the middle sister. 'We have to make you.'

Suddenly, the name of the game has meaning.

You smirk, assuming the role of a thief after stashing away a prized valuable stolen from the royal family.

'I'll never tell you where I put it, no matter what you do,' you say while pretending to struggle against the rope.

The youngest two children giggle with glee at your willing and eager characterization.

'Oh, you will tell us,' says the older teenager, performing her best interpretation of the intimidating captor.

'And why would I do that?'

'We have ways of making you talk.'

You're surprised at just how experienced these kids must be in this game to have assigned such advanced dialogue to go with it.