The Game

Katelyn’s Game (F/f, FF/ f)

Original Author: Badidea115 & The X

Original Publishing Date: 1st October 2026, 10:12 AM

Original Source: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/katelyns-game-f-m-ff-m.473435

Hey all! This is from a Writing.com CYOA story called “The Summer of Laughter” and was started by a user named The X. I thought I’d share it here since the infrastructure of the website is really clunky. It was also never finished so I decided to write an ending with the “Sensory Deprivation” segment. I also made some changes to the original text to make it flow better. The line breaks are the choices made in the original. I hope the difference in writing style isn’t too jarring, and I hope you enjoy!

(I also accidentally posted this to the wrong forum if it looks familiar)

Katelyn’s Game

Somewhere in the States sat a small town, with all the important services but far from any other developed area. It seemed to be an island of civilization amidst untamed land, which isolated it from outside contact but also made it a beautiful contrast with the still natural surroundings. On the west side of town was the magnificently blue ocean, a field of dunes between the shore and the cliff upon which several houses were built, usually the bigger and more manor-like houses that belonged to the wealthier of the town. Everywhere else the town was fenced in by thick woodland, broken only by the many various trails and clearings that people liked to visit and travel through. A bit to the north, a small mountain rose up above the canopy of the forest, the peak breaking the top by just a bit. This was a good town, and this was where I lived.

Sunlight shone brightly through my bedroom window before landing on my face, rousing me from a sleep-in. Yawning, I took a look around my room.

The window to the right of my bed faced east, hence the rising sun waking me up each morning - far better than an alarm clock during the school year.

In the wall to the left of the bed was my closet where I dump my clothes, as well as some tools that satisfy my tickling fascination. All my interests have made a home in there, and there is probably still some candy among the clutter too buried to be found again. Yet apart from my closet the rest of my room was pretty neat: between the foot of the bed and the door was a worktable where most of my non-paper related stuff happens, like inventive modifications to common house items and the occasional science project.

Familiar smells filled my nostrils, and beyond the window a bird chirped happily. All seemed at peace, a perfect summer morning. I was ready to sit up when I realized…

The rest of my family was out on vacation!

My parents had trusted me with keeping the house for the month they were out. My sister was at a cousin's in Chicago for a week, back for a day, then off to Los Angeles to reconnect with her childhood friend, whom she met when we had lived there, for the rest of the month. And since I was home for break following my junior year of college, I had the place all to myself.

Of course, my parents trusted me not to trash the place, and I was both smart and responsible enough to not throw a huge six-day house party. Stepping on my parents' trust wouldn't get me anywhere and besides, huge house parties weren't really my thing. Unless I did something really stupid, which knowing me was unlikely but still quite possible, nothing in the house would break.

Sliding out of bed, I stretched and yawned as was customary for waking me up in the morning. I checked the clock on my desk, which read 10:00. A decent sleep-in, but not as late as I've slept some days in previous summers. Normally I'd be getting dressed before bolting downstairs to eat whatever my mother had cooked up for me, but a new sense of confidence (or surge of insanity rather) and the fact that I was alone in the house gave me the courage to go downstairs butt naked.

Admittedly it was not the smartest thing to do, but who would be watching? The shutters were all closed, the doors were all locked, and no one save family and close friends had a spare key. It was as if my family put the house in lockdown every time they left. Sure, nothing as secure as the U.S. Treasury, but there was significantly less cash and worth inside our house. With that out of my mind, I went to make breakfast.

The plate and fork found their way to the sink. Dishes, trash, and cleaning were all my chores until the family returned. Since everyone else was out traveling, the only laundry I had to do was my own. Not a bad load, and as long as I was careful I'd have an easy month. Thoughts of how to spend my month alone began crossing my mind. I was thinking maybe I’d invite Katherine over.

Before I could finish my thought I heard a noise, and it made me realize that I would not be spending this first day alone entirely as I'd begun to plan it.

A high pitched giggle came from behind the sofa.

I stopped and looked curiously at the furniture, hearing what sounded like a giggle emanate from behind it. More investigative than scared or embarrassed, I asked "Who's there?" to see if I'd get a response.

A head peaked up from behind the sofa. It was a young girl with long brown hair and a couple of mischievous blue eyes. She looked familiar, but her name escaped me. Then my cheeks started to go red as I remembered I was naked.

"Wh-who are you?" I asked. "How did you get in here? Why did you come in?"

The girl giggled again, emerging from her hiding spot around the furniture. A blue tank top hugged her skinny body, which was nearly as tall as I was, and her hair fell all the way to her shorts, which cut off mid thigh. A grin spread across her face as she approached me. "My name's Katelyn," she told me. "Your mother let me in before she left, and I'm here because I'm supervising you."

Then it clicked. She was a girl from my former high school who was a grade under mine that I’d seen around.

"Why would my mother let you in?" I asked, now curious as to this girl's motives. She smiled as she kept slowly approaching me, while I was backing away a little bit slower, more playful than serious.

"I overheard your parents talking to a neighbor." she explained. "Your mom mentioned that you were going to be by yourself for most of the month, and she was worried about you being irresponsible. So I offered to help out since my parents are gone most of the month too. She said yes."

This was going somewhere, she'd been planning this. "Help out how?" I asked.

"Like I said, I'm going to supervise you. Make sure you don't do anything crazy while your parents are out. I'm all unpacked in the guest room, and I'm ready to spend the month." She was spending the entire month here with me, and all arranged without my knowledge. I guess I was no longer alone all month, but it could've been worse.

"In the meantime," Katelyn continued, "I'd like to play a game with you." Like a stalking feline, she slowly stepped towards me, pushing me gently against the wall when we'd run out of space, her hands resting on my belly.

Intrigued, I asked "What kind of game did you have in mind?"

"Oh, a little chasing and hiding, cat and mouse, cop and robber, with a little twist." She leaned in close, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I hope you're ticklish."

Suddenly her fingers started wiggling into my belly and sides, causing me to break out in loud laughter. I would've dropped to the ground had Katelyn's hands not been supporting me. However, that meant I leaned right into her fingers, which magnified the sensations and causing me to laugh even harder.

After maybe a minute she stopped, letting me rest for a minute. "Good," she smirked. "In fact, better. You're much more ticklish than I had hoped."

While recovering, I let the information sink in. This girl had planned on us being alone so she could tickle me? This month was looking better and better. And maybe if I was good and she was okay with it, I might return the favor.

"Don't put any clothes on," she ordered. "Much more sensitive this way. Well, better start running you bad, bad robber, 'cause the cop will be here soon."

She backed off and sat on the same sofa she hid behind. Waiting a moment to consider my options, I came up with three spots. I could hide in the attic, stretching out beneath the clutter to block Katelyn's view. The garage was also an option, since she probably wouldn't look in the car. Or I could go for the fallback: my closet. It was so obvious she might not look there.

The attic.

Immediately I headed for the stairs, aiming to reach the attic quickly before Katelyn started looking. Years of clutter were all stuffed in the small space, which would make it easier to hide. Of course part of me really didn't want to hide, to let her find me, but I would play the game if it made her happy.

Reaching the cramped loft space, I took in the familiar sight. Stacks of boxes and shelves were all over the place, with tons of stuff just loose on the floor. Anything from deflated footballs to misfitting clothes to ancient art projects. There was a tray of crafts, with the googly eyes and feathers and q-tips, there was a curtain, there was a half-used roll of duct tape, there were sheets draped from the rafters a foot above my head. There was even a stool to the side of the room. And the list went on of all the stuff that was crammed inside.

I searched for a decent hiding spot, scanning the room for something that would conceal me in a subtle way. In the end I decided that the best way to hide would be to get as low to the ground as possible, so I crawled under one of the collapsed curtains, squeezing between a pile of boxes and a shelf, my front resting on the wooden floor.

Settling down to wait for Katelyn, I immediately thought of how childish this was. We were pretty much playing hide and seek, something I hadn't done in years. All too quickly I remembered that during those games I sucked at hiding because I couldn't take the tension.

After a few minutes listening to my heartbeat I heard footsteps ascending the stairs. When Katelyn stepped into the attic my breath caught in my throat, an old habit that never really worked.

"If you turn yourself in now," she said in a cheesy voice, "I'll make sure that your sentence is softened."

My view was blocked by the curtain draped over me, so all I had to go on was her breathing and the light padding of her footsteps. I heard them come right behind me, then stop as if she knew I was there…

She found me.

I held my breath as the two slender, flip-flop attired feet approached my hideaway. They were making exactly for the place where I had crawled into the narrow space between the edge of the stack of boxes and the shelving unit. Unable to handle the suspense at whether or not she found me, I let out a rather girlish giggle, trying to clamp my jaws shut too late. "I got you nooowwww robber." I heard her purr mischeviously.

But then I blinked in surprise. Though she had just said she knew where to find me, her bared little feet were making off to the side of and behind me, out of my field of vision... Suddenly, I felt something wrapping around my shins. To my horror I realized that even though my body was well hidden, wrapped in the old curtain, my feet were likely still sticking out beyond my sanctuary. Another image flashed through my mind; the roll of duct tape I had seen earlier, lying innocently on a disused table.

I quickly tried to retract my legs as more layers of the sticky material were wrapped tightly around it, forcing them together. She apparently noticed, and I felt her hand seize my bare, exposed feet, forcing them back under her arm. "Not so fast, Robber! We need to get some information out'a you first!" More tape went around, and then several strips stuck to my toes, stretching them out along the length of my foot, pulling the sensitive digits inexorably back.

I tried to back out of the curtain despite myself, but the same headlock on my ankles kept me form going backward as well as forward."Okay, Robber, got you! -Now tell me; where are all your friends hiding?" She skittered her nails lightly on the taunt arch of one foot, and I burst into giggling. "W-what? Hahahaha! Ack! Not the tohohoes!" I heard her giggling in delight herself at my reaction as she ran her sharp little nails all over my feet, seemingly at random. She teased the skin at the tops of my toes for a few moments while I shook and wriggled in my cloth cocoon, struggling in the horribly confined space for some purchase I could use to manuever myself a bit with, straining against the duct-tape to close my toes from the tingling torture.

"Hahaha! What are you talking about? Whahahaht friends?! Hahahah!" I laughed as her nails poked and pinched lightly away at my toes, playing along. After lingering there for a while she drifted slowly back down my arch, scratching away instead now instead of simply poking and kneading. "Ahahahhaha! Let me up! Oh kay- you've caught me! Hahaha!" I yelled, feeling that little spot at the base of my arch, right where it met the heel, being deviously exploited by a group of concentrated, probing fingers.

'What do you mean, 'what friends'? I mean all those other ticklish criminals you run around with." Declared Katelyn, as I kept on shaking and laughing, rubbing against the floor and looking like I was trying to do the worm at some points when her fingers teased one of my many, many sweet spots. Even through the emotion-dominated, ticklish haze I was in, I wondered if she might have been serious about wanting to know about my friends. Come to think about it, I knew a lot of ticklish people, some who might be happy to play a few games like this with us later...

I was so distracted, exploring the possibilities, that it was several seconds before I noticed the tickling had stopped. I craned my head over my shoulde, using the repreive to try and unwind the curtain from around me. It was embarassingly easy when I wasn't jerking around with those devilish little tickles coursing through me.

“C'mon out now, you bad, bad robber. We'll need to take you down to the station for proper questioning. And possibly sentencing." Katelyn called. I slid out, interupted briefly when she teased my legs and then my belly while my arms were still trapped.

"Up you, come, robber. March!" Still carrying the duct tape, she pushed me along in front of her as I shuffled, helping me down the stairs, and then to the area she had designated the 'station'.

The Living Room.

I held onto the wall to keep myself steady as we descended the stairs, Katelyn giving me the odd poke and scribble on the ribs with her fingers while holding on to me with one arm, keeping me moving along but also preventing me from stumbling. We reached the landing on the main floor of the house, and she started prodding me in the sides, directing me over to the living room. "Okay, Robber, here we are at the station!" She declared, still keeping with the pretenses of the game. "Sit down on that chair and stretch yourself out, big-girl."

I dutifully sat down and raised my arms over my head, and she wasted no time in wrapping them in duct-tape, going over and around the tall head rest, tightly adhering my arms to it. She taped busily away at my shins, and then pulled the lever on the sides of the recliner, raising the foot rest, lowering the back rest, and pulling me out still further. "There! Now, to start questioning you properly..." I shifted in nervous anticipation as she lightly rested her painted fingernails on my belly, and then started lightly, slooowly dragging them down my sides.

I burst into giggles. My stomach had always been a particularlily sensitive spot, and I couldn't stop the continuous river of light laughter as her fingers gently danced around my abdomen, tracing shapes, elleptic circles and spirals, and slowly building momentum all the while. My laughing likewise picked up speed as her nails dug in deeper, swiftly poking my sides in succession. She joined all the fingers on her right hand togethor, forming a 'c' shape, and started rapidly digging them and her thumb into my sides. I verily exploded with laughter, twisting sideways and reflexively yanking on my sticky restraints to escape. "Awwww. Does the bad, bad wittle robber have a tickwish tummy?" She taunted playfully, never remotely slowing as her other fingers skittered all over my other side, before heading up to knead my ribs. I was too busy laughing to respond, shaking and trembling as my nerves were driven crazy by her probing, flashing fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut under the onslaught, but opened them again abruptly as I felt the overwhelming tingling surge outwardsf rom a new point on my body.

The little sadist was twirling her fingers around in my navel! I sucked in my stomach, desperately trying to abort the tickling, but she was persistant. I clenched my teeth, determined to not give her the satisfaction of seeing me go crazy with laughter. Noticing my reddening expression, she brought in her other hand, putting the fingers to either side of my belly button and then pulling them apart, stretching my navel into an oval shape. And at least doubling its sensetivity."Oh, c'mon, robber. I can see it, give me a nice laugh now. You knooow you want too..." She wormed her fingers around to accentuate her words, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I shook with laughter, thrusting my body out, and then reversing and sucking my stomach in, struggling to throw her off. Despite my frantic writhing a, some part of me was obviously loving it, and I was faintly glad she was focusing all her attention above my waist. I shook, bounced, and virtually screamed with laughter at her techniques; scratching away at my underarms, kneading my ribs, digging into my belly, and probing my navel, endlessly, it seemed. It went on and on, and I was breaking a sweat just from exerting myself in my futile escape attempts, whens she finally, suddenly stopped, grinning like a maniac. "Heheh. Now thatwas fun. But still... Why don't we make it better by…

Playing a game to go with it.”

“I have just the thing in mind for this. I play this game with my friends a lot. Well, something like it. You tell me the phone number of one of your friends. You get a break. Then I invite them over and we both tickle you. How does that sound, hmm?" She idly traced a pattern over my sensitized stomach as she explained the rules, seemingly oblivious to my discomfort.

"Hehehe! And what if -hehehe!-don't want to tell you their number? Hehe."

She turned and smirked down at me. "Oh, I'm sure I can convince you eventually..." She started dancing her fingernails over my sides again, and I braced myself for the renewed assault. Truth is, there were quite a few people who would like some vengeance on me for a few, uh, light tickles that may have occurred in the distant past. Still, I was too surprised to question it when she stopped. "I'm starting to think I simply don't have enough arms to tickle you with. Fortunately, I came prepared." She turned and jogged out of the room, and once she was gone I struggled at the duct tape still holding me firmly against the chair. Hearing those words had given me an idea as to what she was going for - I had probably said something quite similiar myself in the past - and knew just how long I could typically last against that particular little implement...

My struggles came to naught, save reminding me why I rarely used duct-tape as a restraint (it was quite uncomfortable to reflexively pull away from) as Katelyn dashed back into the room and knelt at my feet. She was holding something I couldn't make out, and strapping it to my foot with duct-tape. I chortled at the slight feeling of bristles worming into the skin between my toes, and hoped she wasn't using a toothbrush. Those devious little things tickled like mad in the right hands! She was onto the other foot by now, and I squirmed my toes to confound her efforts as best I could, and to avoid the little tickles that accompanied her work. Grinning evilly, she stepped back and looked over her handiwork. "Well, big-girl, this ought to be fun! Ah, sometimes I feel so evil I could just torture myself!" With that announcement, she leaned forward and touched something on my feet.

Tickles exploded upwards through my body without warning. I burst into renewed laughter as my nerves lit up, all yelling out the primal message 'Make it stop!'. My body struggled to fulfill that command, and I bucked and writhed desperately but futilely. I could feel dozens of tiny, stiff little bristles working away furiously in the space between my biggest and second toes on my right foot, and the base of the arch on my left foot. "Ahahahahaha! You little monster! Ahahahah! I'll get you for thihihis!" Katelyn wasn't even looking at my face though, simply examining my twitching feet.

"You know, I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something to go with this...Oh! That's right!" She pulled out a few more pieces of tape, pressing the instruments of tickle - which I was now fairly certain were electric toothbrushes - harder into my sensitized flesh. "And, while I'm at it, remember you can always stop this by giving me a number. Though I can't promise I won't use this technique when your friend gets here!"

"Ahahahah! Turn them off! Turn them offhoffhoff!!! Ahahahah!" As determined as I was to not give her the satisfaction of surrendering, and fairly used to tickling, I still hadn't been tickled like this in a long, long time. And as I felt myself tearing up, the idea finally came to be in the back of my mind that if I gave her a number, perhaps whoever she wound up calling might decide to get their revenge later and actually spring me now.

With that in mind, I quickly gasped out a number when Katelyn held up a third brush and started lowering it towards my navel. "That's it? Splendid!" She went to retrieve the phone, not bothering to turn off the devices on my poor, poor feet.

The traitor’s happy to help her out!

As I flopped and squirmed away on my chair, I could faintly hear her talking over the phone, and then returning to the living room. She held the cell phone out by my head as she finally flipped the dratted toothbrushes off, leaving me panting in relief.

"Here, she wants to know this isn't a kidnapping attempt. Tell her something that'll put her at ease."

“Uh, hay, Cat. What's up?" I said, twisting my head over to get closer to the receiver.

"What's going on?" Katherine asked, sounding more amused than genuinely worried. Katelyn must have already given her an idea as to what was happening.

"Well, you know how I said my family would be leaving for a while, and that we'd have the entire house to ourselves if you wanted to come over? Turns out that's not entirely accurate. There's a fiendish little torturer innocently disguised as a-" Katelyn's hand began to slowly finger-walk up my side, once more towards my navel. "Hahaha! Er, um, there’s a cute girl, who’s that offered to move in and keep an eye on me while they were gone, and-"

Katelyn pulled the phone away again, grinning despite herself as she moved back towards the kitchen leaving me to wonder if Katherine was really the best choice I could have picked.

I had known her for a few months, and we had met up when we each realized that the other was 'into' tickling. She was an extremely devious ler, as well as being extremely creative, both in her methods and in the ways she could keep someone bound. However, she hadn’t met someone willing to be her lab rat.

And that was where I came in. I had provided the nerve ending and vocal cords for all kinds of bizarre devices and techniques. She usually respected limits, but I also knew first-hand how merciless she could be on a body when it's strapped to a rack right in front of her. And then there was that one time when I had come over and, noticing how she had just finished some new kind of tickle-table before dozing off, decided to help her experiment along by gently proceeding to- Well, it's in the past now.

There was nothing to do but wait, it seemed, and Katelyn was nice enough to get both of us a drink of water. She then removed my leg restraints, piece by piece, before yanking my legs individually farther out to the sides and re-taping them.

"It wouldn't be good manners to wait until your girlfriend showed up before we do this, would it? And besides, we're going to need some more space if we both have to share you."

"She's not my girlfriend."

Katelyn snickered. 'Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. Ticklish little girl like you; you probably wouldn't want to be within a hundred miles of your girlfriend when you're this helpless." She said, punctuating her words by tweaking my arched ribs repeatedly.

After a surprisingly long time, I heard the front door open, and Katherine came into the living room. She was wearing a dark sleeveless shirt that complemented her brunette hair nicely and short shorts, as it was summer, and toting a large duffel bag that I knew quite well.

"Well, well, well. What have you managed to get into this time?" She asked, laughing as she started unpacking a few basic things.

"Hey, Cat. Cat, this is Katelyn. Katelyn, Katherine."

"Charmed I'm sure."

"Likewise."

"So, basically, you want my help tickling her, because you feel like you can't do it very well alone?"

“Pretty much, yeah. There's just too much ticklish surface area. I tried using electric toothbrushes, as you can see here,’ She gestured at my feet, taking the time to scribble on an exposed section of my arches, “but I still feel like I wasn't living up to the full potential."

“Excuse me, ladies, but-"

“Well, I brought along a few things that work just as well as tooth brushes-or, more likely, better. Tell me, have you ever heard of or practised...

…Sensory deprivation tickling?”

After thirty or so minutes of my two captors chatting and teasing me, we’d transitioned from the arm chair to the couch. Luckily it was quite comfortable, they even put a pillow under my head! Unluckily for me I was completely wrapped in a layer black bondage tape that Cat had brought, wrapping me from my ankles up to my shoulders.

As if I would somehow get out of that, they were sure to tie my ankles with rope as well that they’d secured to one of the couch legs. My sight and ability to speak had been stolen from me, as now a big, bright red ballgag was stuffed in my mouth accompanied by a blindfold.

And of course because they wanted to be extra safe, my big toes had been tied together and back to my ankle ties. I’m starting to think I should’ve called someone less into bondage, although maybe I’m just too much of a glutton for punishment.

I could hear the two ladies shuffle around and while I couldn’t see them, I saw the duffle bag Cat had brought and heard them placing things on the table beside the couch so I had a pretty good idea of what they were up to.

I felt someone sit next to me and heard the evil voice of someone much too excited ask “ready?” before feeling a feather drifting across my neck. I immediately started bucking my head side to side trying to evade the sensation, which had absolutely no effect as Cat began running a similarly sized feather along the tops of my toes.

This was so much different from before. At least then I could argue, fight back, and curse Katelyn, keeping some shred of dignity as she teased my helpless body. Now that was all gone as I howled into my gag and shrieked into my wrappings.

They took turns on my feet, using a different tool each time. First the feathers, then a duster, then a hairbrush, and on and on and on! They were even taking notes! Talking about the differences in how I reacted to each one and giving them a scale of 1/10 on how much it worked on me (although I couldn’t tell much of a difference).

I don’t know how long it’d gone on for. My pussy was leaking and I’d been reduced to a puddle of giggles and sexual frustration. They were nice enough to give me breaks and water but that’s really all I got.

After god knows how long they wrapped up their examination. Cat was massaging my feet (my big toes were still tied but she was nice enough to untie them from my ankles) while Katelyn undid my gag.

“You will listen to me before speaking. You will be my tickleslave for the month. You will be tied up for as long as I decide, and you will be tickled for as long as I feel you deserve. I took notes so I'll know exactly how to break you, and by the end you’ll beg for more. If you disagree, I will tape electric toothbrushes to your feet and leave you here for another hour. If you agree, I will cut the wrapping around your waist and give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, before taping electric brushes to your feet and leaving you for an hour. What do you say?”

I answered yes without a moment’s hesitation.

“I thought you would, I have so many games ready for you.”

“But first, it’s time for you to be naked. And let’s see about your cute butt!”