I dropped my bag in the spare room upstairs where I slept, walked down through the den, and then went down the few stairs into the basement. “Don’t let her hurt you.” And with another laugh she was off. “Actually, Dena mentioned something about givng you a karate lesson,” her mom said. One of these days you’ll have to charge me rent,” I said and we laughed. You staying over?” (Dena had a pretty elaborate workout room in the front half of the basement, with mats and heavy bags and stuff like that.) “Hi doll” she said to me, giving me a hug. I saw her as I walked in with my bags and said hi. On this particular occasion, it was a Friday and her Mom was heading out of town for a weekend at her sister’s (Dena’s aunt) when I arrived around 4. When my mother worked late, I would often sleep at Dena’s house. But that was it and I was certain I couldn’t take anymore than that. Prior to the first tie-up, when Dena would tickle me it would be for a few seconds, maybe a minute here or there. Tickling, though, was something Dena was fond of – probably because I’m about the most ticklish guy in the world. But until this first time she had never tied me up. We “played” together a lot – wrestling, playfighting, little tickle fights. She loved me like a brother and we had lots of fun together. She did competitions and was able to do things like break boards with her feet. Dena was blonde, beautiful, incredibly cool, very popular, and had worked her way up to a black belt in karate. Our mothers (both of whom were divorced) were best friends and that’s how we met. To quickly recap – Dena was the girl I idolized, and we’d been best of friends since we were little. We were both in high school (freshman and junior). Here is the story of the first time it happened. I’ve written a couple of stories about my friend Dena kidnapping me, tying me up, and torturing me when we were teenagers.
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