As I am sleeping in my bed, I hear the doorbell ring. I roll over and look at the alarm clock which tells me it is not even 8 o'clock yet. It is too early for a delivery person so I slide out of my bed, quickly put on a pair of basket ball shorts and a t-shirt then rush to the front door. Looking through the peak hole, I see you standing with a smile on your face.
"What on earth are you doing in your pajamas and why are you ringing my door bell this early?"
On any other Tuesday morning, you would already be preparing for school to start and most likely taking attendance in home room. You walk into my house and give me a warm hug and kiss before explaining your reason for the visit.
As I am wiping the sleep from my eyes, after closing the front door behind you, you say, "We are on a three hour delay because of fog. It isn't bad here, but apparently it is really bad in the rural areas. I thought I would give you a surprise visit."
Operating on less than five hours of sleep, I yawn and take a seat in a wooden chair and lean on the kitchen table. You sit down next to me with your ever present smile that could warm the most frigid heart. I force a half-hearted fake smile in return, wishing I were fast asleep in my bed.
"So here we are. You know I work early in the morning and have had less than five hours of sleep right?" I groan as I use my hands, resting on the table, as a pillow. You do not reply, simply standing up and moving behind me. A moment later, I feel your warm lips kissing the back of my neck. The heat of your skin feels delightful.
Your soft kisses begin lulling me back to sleep until you pull my shoulders backward, resting against the back of the chair. With my eyes still closed, I feel you grab my right arm and move it to my side. I hear a little commotion then feel something soft run along the back of my wrist. By time my eyes open and I am able to see what you are up to, you have my hand tied to the back of the chair.
I struggle to free my hand, but you have secured it well with what I recognize as your hair ribbon that was around your pony tail. I try to reach across my body and untie my bound hand, but the tight knot is difficult to free. You disappear for a moment then return to the room, standing behind me. I am not able to see what you are doing. You stand on my left side and grab my left wrist. I try to fight you, but I am too tired to use my normal strength.
"What in the world are you doing?" I ask as you wrap a shoe string around my wrist and tie it to the other side of the chair frame.
You kiss me on the nape of my neck and give me a seductive smile before you finish securing my hand. Once you are done tying my hand, you pull the chair back away from the table a few inches then straddle my legs. I look into your mischievous eyes as you run your hands up and down my chest then begin tickling my sides.
My body wiggles and contorts as your fingers tickle my sensitive ribs and underarms. I could kick your ass right now. I am tired and in no mood for your games. Why do you have to be so difficult? You could have just entered my house using your own key and simply cuddled up next to me in bed. Instead, you made me get out of bed and now you are tickling me while restraining me hands. Sometimes you drive me insane.
"Stop. Stop," I exclaim while gasping for air in between laughs.
After a few seconds you give me my wish and stop. "Are you awake and ready to give me some attention now?" you ask. "After all, I haven't gotten to see much of you lately with our conflicting work schedules. I thought that since I am on a school delay, you may want to spend a couple hours of quality time with me."
"Fine. I am clearly awake now. Just release my hands."
You start tickling my sides again, for a brief moment, before stopping to say, "I will stop tickling you and free your hands if you promise to lose your attitude and spend some quality time with me."
I give you another forced smile. "Okay, free my hands and we will spend some time together."
Once you untie my hands, I stand up and spin you around, placing your butt in the chair. I can tell from your nipples protruding through your shirt that you are not wearing a bra and are clearly excited. I straddle your legs and wrestle the shoe string away from your hands, placing it on the table behind me. Leaning in, I give you several soft, seductive kisses.
Now that I have you distracted, I raise one of your arms above your head and softly run the tip of my fingers down its length. You give me a playful moan and tell me that feels good. I lower that arm then raise the other arm and do the same thing while you keep your eyes closed. I raise both arms and run my hands down both arms, this time trailing my hands past your armpits and down the side of your breasts.
You cross your arms as I run my fingertips up and down your arms two more times. Knowing that you are relaxed and in a vulnerable position, I reach back and grab the shoe string, quickly wrapping it around your crossed wrists while pinning you against the back of the chair with my weight. You try to pull your arms away, but by time you react, I have already wrapped the shoe string around them twice and am quickly tying the shoestring into a knot around your bound wrists.
I slide out from under your arms and off your hips as you look at me with a confused look. Your hands drop down to your lap. "You know I am easily going to be able to free my hands, right?" You say to me, so matter of fact.
With part one of my plan achieved, I move behind you with the rest of the shoestring in hand and pull your arms up over your head.
"Two can play this game" I say as I tie the other end of the shoe string to the back of the chair base, securing your arms behind your head.
