ticklehound
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Hey ALL! I finally wrote a story! I didn't think it would happen like this, especially an F/M story, but what are you gonna do? I was in the middle of writing other material, when I took a 'break' and wrote this. It took longer than I expected, but a lot of fun. It's cool how the idea grew over the last few days.
It's my first story, and it's longer than I planned, but I hope y'all enjoy it. It's in two parts: the intro & setup is in the first; the real tickling is in the second. I welcome & appreciate any constructive criticism, advice and questions. So here goes...
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Tiny Vixen (F/M)
Part ONE –
I awake with a start, to complete silence. I jerk my head around & strain my eyes to see, but I feel heaviness on my face – a blindfold. Panic quickly sets in, and I try to get up but to no avail. I feel restraints on my arms, across my waist and along both legs. I struggle against them but they won’t yield. My body is sore all over.
Now I really start to panic. I start shouting
“HEY! . . . Hello? . . . HELP?” Echoes ring out.
I lay my head back down, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down. “What the hell is going on? How did I get here? And where is here?” I ponder to myself. I try to think back; my last memory was last night. I mean, I guess it was last night. Is it still last night? As I lie here, thinking long and hard about that night, maybe I can piece together the details to see what happened.
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I had gotten out of the shower around 7 o’clock, after a solid workout at the gym, my refuge. Recently, I’ve been much more diligent, enthralled in a new program, and I have been rewarded with nice results: bigger arms, chest, a receding beer belly – all good things. I got off the scale – a hard 240. Not bad on a 6’4” frame, almost down to my playing weight. I flexed in the mirror, regaling at the noticeable changes to my body. “Yea, I’m sexy & YOU know it.” I joked, pointing at my reflection. I quickly threw on clothes and headed out for some grub and a stiff beverage.
I had just moved into town, looking for a fresh start. It’s never easy, but at least I found a nice place with a great rent in the heart of the city. The job hunt was tricky; interviews came and went. However, I felt my last one at the University went well. It was agonizing, waiting to hear back, but I had every reason to be optimistic.
I hoofed it down the street to the local watering hole. I found the place while walking the streets, trying to get familiarized with my new neighborhood. A quaint little pub with just the right amount of sketchiness, it had all I really needed. Since I had no job and didn’t know a lot of people yet, it became routine to stop in pretty much every night. Within a couple weeks, the bartenders knew my name and my drink (Jack & Ginger highball). Part of me liked the friendly atmosphere; the other part worried I might be drinking too much if they knew me so well so soon. Whatever. I settled at the bar and ordered my dinner.
As I devoured my baseball steak, I looked around to see the bar getting livelier, typical for a Friday night. I perused the growing crowd, an eclectic mix of young professionals who work nearby and college students from the other side of town. I tried to make small talk with a couple people at the bar with me, but they were too preoccupied with their phones, updating statuses instead of being “social.” I shake my head at the irony.
There were a few lovely ladies present, pre-drinking for a night of partying, but each surrounded by a pack of “dudes.” *Sigh. I wondered if this might be the night I’d meet someone. One month after a tough break-up with my girlfriend of 2½ years, I was getting used to the single life, but I knew I would have to get back out there soon. But if that was ever gonna happen, I needed to muster up some courage. I went back to the game and ordered another drink.
I got up to go to the bathroom, glancing at my watch - 9:30. Nice, not like I needed to be anywhere anytime soon. On my way back, I was greeted with intrigue in an otherwise boring night. A young lady had joined the bar, sitting in the stool next to mine – “Well, howdy do?” I say to myself. We make eye contact as I maneuver back into my seat, exchanging smiles. I tend to my drink while stealing glances at her. Exquisitely attractive, she appeared to be in her mid-to-late 20s, dark brown hair, creamy mocha skin, dressed unassumingly in a short brown leather jacket and blue jeans. It didn’t appear like she was waiting on anyone. She nursed a beer, idly watching the game. A little perplexed to see a cutie like this sitting alone in a dive bar, I thought if there were ever an opportunity to put myself out there, this was it. I went over some opening lines in my head, shaking my head at the corny ones. However, before I could open, she struck first.
“Can you believe this game?” she remarked on the debacle on screen.
“Huh? Um, what’s that?” I replied.
“I don’t watch much, but is it too much to ask for a good game tonight?” She said.
“Apparently so.” I chimed, “I hope you didn’t bank your entire Friday night on this.”
She smiled. “Ha! Would I be totally pathetic if it did?”
“Well, if that’s the case, you’re in good company.” I said, leaning over and extending my hand. “Hi, I’m Joe.”
She smiled broadly, turned to face me and shook my hand “Alexis. Hi.”
I gazed into her emerald green eyes, taking in the visual aroma of this gorgeous creature: I admired her features: cute button nose, high dimpled cheek bones and a beautiful beaming smile. There was something about that smile I found so sexy. I took a sip of my drink to break my trance, and to hide any possible drool that may have leaked from my lips.
“So, Joe, tell me. What’s your excuse? I mean, you’re just as guilty as I am for spending a pathetic Friday night alone in this dingy bar.”
“Hey now. This place ain’t so bad.” I defended. “It’s got character, a certain ambience, and they let me run a tab here. Also, let’s not forget, I met you in this dingy bar.” I smiled and flashed her a wink.
“Aw, you’re sweet.” She cooed.
I continued “Well, uh, I’m new in town, moved here a few weeks ago. I’m looking for a job, but until then . . .” I raise my glass to show my pension for drink.
“What do you do?” She inquired.
“What I did was work in a chemical research lab, trudging through menial tasks, synthesizing the same bullshit chemical over & over again. I mean . . .” I stopped myself. “I know, I know, boring geeky stuff, huh?”
“Not at all! You don’t often see brains AND brawn in one . . . big . . . package.” She mused, caressing and gently squeezing my bulging arm.
We ordered more drinks and kept flirting; after a while, we moved over to the pool tables. I shamelessly eyed her tight round ass swaying on the walk there. Even in boots, she was tiny, compared to me anyway. Out of them, I figure she must have been about 5’3” – 5’4” tops. But, oh what a voluptuous body! I stopped short as she took off her jacket, revealing a black low-cut blouse showcasing large perky breasts. “God, she’s so sexy.” I said to myself. “All right, now, don’t screw this up.”
Things went well, as best as I can recall. A few rounds of pool later, we were sitting in a corner booth. She laughed at my jokes, touching my arm as she did, in that lovely way that makes guys like me melt. I went for broke and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back. It was incredible! I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist to pull her close. But, she pulled away suddenly, as the house lights came up. [$hit! Closing time] Frustrated, I looked at Alexis. She bit the corner of her lower lip, then smiled at me. She then bluntly let her cards show.
“Aww, guess it’s that time. Say, do you wanna go back to my place; it’s really close, just around the corner”
We stumbled out of the bar together. Well, I did. Alexis thought it fit to jump on my back so I could piggyback her back to her place. She guided me down the street like a horse, kicking me on the side she wanted me turn. After a couple blocks, I started to feel unsteady on my feet, so I let her down. She took my hand and led me the rest of the way. We coursed through the streets. I don’t remember much, but I recall arriving at a large building. I vaguely remember anything beyond that as things started to fade to black. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*CLACK*
I snap back to reality at the sound. I hold my breath and focus. Another *CLACK* rang out, followed by a low rumbling sound, a sliding door opening. Now, it’s quiet again, I can feel my heart pounding. Then, I hear footsteps, getting closer. Suddenly, my blindfold is yanked off. My eyes squint into a bright light above. The details of the ceiling and the room itself begin to come into focus when I hear a voice in my right ear.
“Hey there, Joe” – came a raspy voice. I jerk my head towards it. There, that smile greeted me . . . Alexis! Standing next to me, her head resting upon her arms, her arms on top of the table I am lying on.
“ALEXIS! What the F#$% is going on!?” I shout and jerk at my restraints
“Easy there, tiger, you’ll know soon enough.” She purrs. She turns and walks around the head of the table, out of my view.
I look around now that the light was on. I am lying on a large padded table, wide and long enough to hold my large frame spread-eagle. Bonds all across me lock me in place. My arms splayed, up and to the side, elbows slightly bent, such that my upper body resembles a ‘Y’ shape, with leather straps across my wrists, above and below my elbows. Another strap lies across my waist just above my boxer shorts, the only item of clothing I am wearing. Looking beyond that, my legs are encased in long padded cuffs bolted to the table, which runs from just above my knees all the way down to my ankles, preventing me from pulling or bending my legs. My feet disappear into a heavy wooden slab at the end. I could still move my feet and flex them instinctively.
Alexis reappears on my left, walking down to the stocks at the foot of the table. She sits down on a stool. I crane my neck to look down, but I can’t see beyond the top of Alexis’ face. She removes a thick pair of socks from my feet and starts to unwrap some sort of dressing covering them underneath, slowly exposing my bare feet. She flashes me a look, giving me a quick wink before looking down again. She grabs the big toe of my right foot and I flinch. She ties a soft fabric around it and ties it back to an eyelet on top of the stocks, pressing on the ball of my foot to extend the sole as much as possible before she ties the knot. She continues this process with the other big toe. Dumbfounded at first, I wiggle my feet in protest, but I can’t put up much of a fight. She flicks her finger on the middle of my left foot, a soft chastisement for struggling. She flashes another look at me, her crystal green eyes piercing into me. I resume my inquiries, demanding an explanation, but she doesn’t respond. She just continues her work, tying the remaining eight toes in the same fashion.
After all ten toes are tied; she rotates two turn knobs on either side of the stocks, which slowly ratchets the eyelets backwards, pulling my toes back further. The soles of my feet are now stretched taut as a drum, rendering them immobile. Satisfied with her work, she stands up and walks towards the head of the table again. I resume my futile struggles. Thoughts race. “What the hell is she gonna do to me? WHY is she doing this to me? Why won’t she answer me?”
“Okay, big boy, I guess I should explain.” Alexis says as she kicks off her flip-flops. Then, as nimble as a tabby cat, she deftly climbs up on the table. She’s changed her attire as well, sporting a black tank top with a matching short skirt. She swings her right leg over and straddles my waist. She wiggles her hips from side to side to settle herself comfortably on top of my belly, her ass resting on the leather strap, just above my cock. I am a loss for words, unable to wrap my head around the sexy calisthenics she just performed.
“I have a confession. Last night wasn’t by chance, Joe. I’ve seen you before, but I wanted to get to know you better. I want to thank you for a great time last night. I want you to know that.” She says
My mind races, wondering who this woman is. Someone this gorgeous, this sultry, this sexy is not someone I would forget meeting. She continues
“I saw you at the University. You were there for an interview. We didn’t meet, but I remember you. I was behind you in line in the café by the lobby. You looked so handsome in that suit you were wearing by the way. Anyway, I overheard you on the phone; you were going on about how desperate you are for a job and how disappointed you were about having to settle for an academic gig that “pays like $hit.” Imagine my joy when I heard that.
“You see, most of the guys at work are nerdy little runts who have no idea how to even talk to a woman. We could have so much fun if you came to work with us. And, more importantly, it seems you really need this job too.I could help with that. I can put in a good word for you and get you that job tomorrow. But before I consider doing that, I . . . am going . . . to need . . . something . . . from you . . . in return.” She accentuates that last line by walking her fingers across my chest in step with her words.
I am speechless. Sexy as she is, Alexis sure is cold, calculating, and CRAZY. Whoever this tiny vixen is; she apparently has clout, and is will to use that to extort something from me. I tried to explain, “Alexis, this is crazy. Can’t we ta-*”
“Don’t call me crazy! Ever!” She snaps. “I want you to be quiet and listen.” She leans back and courses her hands through her hair. “You know what? I don’t think you get it. You really need to understand your predicament. Some might even describe it as 'ticklish.'”
I shudder. I’m sure it was just a turn of phrase, but as helpless as I am on this table, the way she said “ticklish” sent a tingle down my neck. Of course, it might have also been because Alexis is now lightly running her hands across my chest, teasing the skin gently with her nails. I tense slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice. A smirk across Alexis’ face tells me she did.
“You see, sweety, I’ve always been attracted to tall, strapping guys like yourself. I can’t help it. Something about how big & strong they are; the confidence they carry themselves with; how naturally protective they are; it’s sexy.” She says with a smile, but that dissipates in an instant.
“But I’ve been hurt, Joe . . . too many times. Because guys like you also think you can take advantage of 'shorties' like me. After the abuse I’ve been put through time and time again, I realized that I have to take a stand. I learned that if I want something, sometimes I have to just TAKE IT.
“It sounds silly. I mean, how can little ole me possibly take something from a big fella like you? Well, I mean, I took you, didn’t I?” She laughs and softy claps her hands maniacally. This feels awkward now.
She continues, “It wasn’t difficult to find out where you live, where you work out, where you drink. And it sure wasn’t difficult to slip a sedative in your drink while you were admiring my breasts. I was worried I gave you too much, the way you were stumbling down the street. I’m happy the chemistry worked out juust right.
“I’ll admit, getting you here was trickier, but this ain’t exactly my first rodeo, you know. As messed up as you were, this was as easy as tucking a little boy in for night-night. When we got to my place, you were ready to lay down anywhere. And as soon as you clocked out, I rolled you on down here myself, and with a little ingenuity . . . well, here you are!”
Alexis accentuates that last line with some gentle tickles as she passes her hand through my hair and behind my ear. I turtle my neck to avoid the sensation. She sure is heightening the tension, and I am helpless to do anything about it.
She giggles softly and gives me a tiny peck on my cheek “Oh, you’re so cute like this! You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”
I tense again. I am ticklish, but haven’t really been tickled a lot. Still, the thought of being tickled, helpless like this, set me on edge. I mutter, “No, I mean, I feel you touching me, but I’m not ticklish, just very uncomfortable.”
Alexis squints her eyes and gives me a skeptical look. “You do realize, honey, that when anyone asks if you’re ticklish, no matter what you say, well, I’m gonna tickle you and see for myself.” She wiggles her fingers in the air in front of me, showing off her long, well-manicured, black-polished fingernails.
I start pulling violently at my bonds but I know deep down it is futile. “Hey Alexis! C’mon! It’s enough already. Please let me go! Let’s talk about this!”
*SLAP* - Alexis stops my protests by gently slapping me on the cheek, the same cheek where she kissed me just seconds ago. It startled more than hurt. My eyes widen.
“Hey! There’ll be none of that!” She chastises. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. So you might as well relax and try to enjoy this.” My eyes grow wide, focused on her face, then to her wiggling fingers as they start inching closer to my helpless body.
She teases “This is gonna be SOO MUCH FUN!”
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It's my first story, and it's longer than I planned, but I hope y'all enjoy it. It's in two parts: the intro & setup is in the first; the real tickling is in the second. I welcome & appreciate any constructive criticism, advice and questions. So here goes...
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Tiny Vixen (F/M)
Part ONE –
I awake with a start, to complete silence. I jerk my head around & strain my eyes to see, but I feel heaviness on my face – a blindfold. Panic quickly sets in, and I try to get up but to no avail. I feel restraints on my arms, across my waist and along both legs. I struggle against them but they won’t yield. My body is sore all over.
Now I really start to panic. I start shouting
“HEY! . . . Hello? . . . HELP?” Echoes ring out.
I lay my head back down, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself down. “What the hell is going on? How did I get here? And where is here?” I ponder to myself. I try to think back; my last memory was last night. I mean, I guess it was last night. Is it still last night? As I lie here, thinking long and hard about that night, maybe I can piece together the details to see what happened.
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I had gotten out of the shower around 7 o’clock, after a solid workout at the gym, my refuge. Recently, I’ve been much more diligent, enthralled in a new program, and I have been rewarded with nice results: bigger arms, chest, a receding beer belly – all good things. I got off the scale – a hard 240. Not bad on a 6’4” frame, almost down to my playing weight. I flexed in the mirror, regaling at the noticeable changes to my body. “Yea, I’m sexy & YOU know it.” I joked, pointing at my reflection. I quickly threw on clothes and headed out for some grub and a stiff beverage.
I had just moved into town, looking for a fresh start. It’s never easy, but at least I found a nice place with a great rent in the heart of the city. The job hunt was tricky; interviews came and went. However, I felt my last one at the University went well. It was agonizing, waiting to hear back, but I had every reason to be optimistic.
I hoofed it down the street to the local watering hole. I found the place while walking the streets, trying to get familiarized with my new neighborhood. A quaint little pub with just the right amount of sketchiness, it had all I really needed. Since I had no job and didn’t know a lot of people yet, it became routine to stop in pretty much every night. Within a couple weeks, the bartenders knew my name and my drink (Jack & Ginger highball). Part of me liked the friendly atmosphere; the other part worried I might be drinking too much if they knew me so well so soon. Whatever. I settled at the bar and ordered my dinner.
As I devoured my baseball steak, I looked around to see the bar getting livelier, typical for a Friday night. I perused the growing crowd, an eclectic mix of young professionals who work nearby and college students from the other side of town. I tried to make small talk with a couple people at the bar with me, but they were too preoccupied with their phones, updating statuses instead of being “social.” I shake my head at the irony.
There were a few lovely ladies present, pre-drinking for a night of partying, but each surrounded by a pack of “dudes.” *Sigh. I wondered if this might be the night I’d meet someone. One month after a tough break-up with my girlfriend of 2½ years, I was getting used to the single life, but I knew I would have to get back out there soon. But if that was ever gonna happen, I needed to muster up some courage. I went back to the game and ordered another drink.
I got up to go to the bathroom, glancing at my watch - 9:30. Nice, not like I needed to be anywhere anytime soon. On my way back, I was greeted with intrigue in an otherwise boring night. A young lady had joined the bar, sitting in the stool next to mine – “Well, howdy do?” I say to myself. We make eye contact as I maneuver back into my seat, exchanging smiles. I tend to my drink while stealing glances at her. Exquisitely attractive, she appeared to be in her mid-to-late 20s, dark brown hair, creamy mocha skin, dressed unassumingly in a short brown leather jacket and blue jeans. It didn’t appear like she was waiting on anyone. She nursed a beer, idly watching the game. A little perplexed to see a cutie like this sitting alone in a dive bar, I thought if there were ever an opportunity to put myself out there, this was it. I went over some opening lines in my head, shaking my head at the corny ones. However, before I could open, she struck first.
“Can you believe this game?” she remarked on the debacle on screen.
“Huh? Um, what’s that?” I replied.
“I don’t watch much, but is it too much to ask for a good game tonight?” She said.
“Apparently so.” I chimed, “I hope you didn’t bank your entire Friday night on this.”
She smiled. “Ha! Would I be totally pathetic if it did?”
“Well, if that’s the case, you’re in good company.” I said, leaning over and extending my hand. “Hi, I’m Joe.”
She smiled broadly, turned to face me and shook my hand “Alexis. Hi.”
I gazed into her emerald green eyes, taking in the visual aroma of this gorgeous creature: I admired her features: cute button nose, high dimpled cheek bones and a beautiful beaming smile. There was something about that smile I found so sexy. I took a sip of my drink to break my trance, and to hide any possible drool that may have leaked from my lips.
“So, Joe, tell me. What’s your excuse? I mean, you’re just as guilty as I am for spending a pathetic Friday night alone in this dingy bar.”
“Hey now. This place ain’t so bad.” I defended. “It’s got character, a certain ambience, and they let me run a tab here. Also, let’s not forget, I met you in this dingy bar.” I smiled and flashed her a wink.
“Aw, you’re sweet.” She cooed.
I continued “Well, uh, I’m new in town, moved here a few weeks ago. I’m looking for a job, but until then . . .” I raise my glass to show my pension for drink.
“What do you do?” She inquired.
“What I did was work in a chemical research lab, trudging through menial tasks, synthesizing the same bullshit chemical over & over again. I mean . . .” I stopped myself. “I know, I know, boring geeky stuff, huh?”
“Not at all! You don’t often see brains AND brawn in one . . . big . . . package.” She mused, caressing and gently squeezing my bulging arm.
We ordered more drinks and kept flirting; after a while, we moved over to the pool tables. I shamelessly eyed her tight round ass swaying on the walk there. Even in boots, she was tiny, compared to me anyway. Out of them, I figure she must have been about 5’3” – 5’4” tops. But, oh what a voluptuous body! I stopped short as she took off her jacket, revealing a black low-cut blouse showcasing large perky breasts. “God, she’s so sexy.” I said to myself. “All right, now, don’t screw this up.”
Things went well, as best as I can recall. A few rounds of pool later, we were sitting in a corner booth. She laughed at my jokes, touching my arm as she did, in that lovely way that makes guys like me melt. I went for broke and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back. It was incredible! I wrapped my arm around her tiny waist to pull her close. But, she pulled away suddenly, as the house lights came up. [$hit! Closing time] Frustrated, I looked at Alexis. She bit the corner of her lower lip, then smiled at me. She then bluntly let her cards show.
“Aww, guess it’s that time. Say, do you wanna go back to my place; it’s really close, just around the corner”
We stumbled out of the bar together. Well, I did. Alexis thought it fit to jump on my back so I could piggyback her back to her place. She guided me down the street like a horse, kicking me on the side she wanted me turn. After a couple blocks, I started to feel unsteady on my feet, so I let her down. She took my hand and led me the rest of the way. We coursed through the streets. I don’t remember much, but I recall arriving at a large building. I vaguely remember anything beyond that as things started to fade to black. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
*CLACK*
I snap back to reality at the sound. I hold my breath and focus. Another *CLACK* rang out, followed by a low rumbling sound, a sliding door opening. Now, it’s quiet again, I can feel my heart pounding. Then, I hear footsteps, getting closer. Suddenly, my blindfold is yanked off. My eyes squint into a bright light above. The details of the ceiling and the room itself begin to come into focus when I hear a voice in my right ear.
“Hey there, Joe” – came a raspy voice. I jerk my head towards it. There, that smile greeted me . . . Alexis! Standing next to me, her head resting upon her arms, her arms on top of the table I am lying on.
“ALEXIS! What the F#$% is going on!?” I shout and jerk at my restraints
“Easy there, tiger, you’ll know soon enough.” She purrs. She turns and walks around the head of the table, out of my view.
I look around now that the light was on. I am lying on a large padded table, wide and long enough to hold my large frame spread-eagle. Bonds all across me lock me in place. My arms splayed, up and to the side, elbows slightly bent, such that my upper body resembles a ‘Y’ shape, with leather straps across my wrists, above and below my elbows. Another strap lies across my waist just above my boxer shorts, the only item of clothing I am wearing. Looking beyond that, my legs are encased in long padded cuffs bolted to the table, which runs from just above my knees all the way down to my ankles, preventing me from pulling or bending my legs. My feet disappear into a heavy wooden slab at the end. I could still move my feet and flex them instinctively.
Alexis reappears on my left, walking down to the stocks at the foot of the table. She sits down on a stool. I crane my neck to look down, but I can’t see beyond the top of Alexis’ face. She removes a thick pair of socks from my feet and starts to unwrap some sort of dressing covering them underneath, slowly exposing my bare feet. She flashes me a look, giving me a quick wink before looking down again. She grabs the big toe of my right foot and I flinch. She ties a soft fabric around it and ties it back to an eyelet on top of the stocks, pressing on the ball of my foot to extend the sole as much as possible before she ties the knot. She continues this process with the other big toe. Dumbfounded at first, I wiggle my feet in protest, but I can’t put up much of a fight. She flicks her finger on the middle of my left foot, a soft chastisement for struggling. She flashes another look at me, her crystal green eyes piercing into me. I resume my inquiries, demanding an explanation, but she doesn’t respond. She just continues her work, tying the remaining eight toes in the same fashion.
After all ten toes are tied; she rotates two turn knobs on either side of the stocks, which slowly ratchets the eyelets backwards, pulling my toes back further. The soles of my feet are now stretched taut as a drum, rendering them immobile. Satisfied with her work, she stands up and walks towards the head of the table again. I resume my futile struggles. Thoughts race. “What the hell is she gonna do to me? WHY is she doing this to me? Why won’t she answer me?”
“Okay, big boy, I guess I should explain.” Alexis says as she kicks off her flip-flops. Then, as nimble as a tabby cat, she deftly climbs up on the table. She’s changed her attire as well, sporting a black tank top with a matching short skirt. She swings her right leg over and straddles my waist. She wiggles her hips from side to side to settle herself comfortably on top of my belly, her ass resting on the leather strap, just above my cock. I am a loss for words, unable to wrap my head around the sexy calisthenics she just performed.
“I have a confession. Last night wasn’t by chance, Joe. I’ve seen you before, but I wanted to get to know you better. I want to thank you for a great time last night. I want you to know that.” She says
My mind races, wondering who this woman is. Someone this gorgeous, this sultry, this sexy is not someone I would forget meeting. She continues
“I saw you at the University. You were there for an interview. We didn’t meet, but I remember you. I was behind you in line in the café by the lobby. You looked so handsome in that suit you were wearing by the way. Anyway, I overheard you on the phone; you were going on about how desperate you are for a job and how disappointed you were about having to settle for an academic gig that “pays like $hit.” Imagine my joy when I heard that.
“You see, most of the guys at work are nerdy little runts who have no idea how to even talk to a woman. We could have so much fun if you came to work with us. And, more importantly, it seems you really need this job too.I could help with that. I can put in a good word for you and get you that job tomorrow. But before I consider doing that, I . . . am going . . . to need . . . something . . . from you . . . in return.” She accentuates that last line by walking her fingers across my chest in step with her words.
I am speechless. Sexy as she is, Alexis sure is cold, calculating, and CRAZY. Whoever this tiny vixen is; she apparently has clout, and is will to use that to extort something from me. I tried to explain, “Alexis, this is crazy. Can’t we ta-*”
“Don’t call me crazy! Ever!” She snaps. “I want you to be quiet and listen.” She leans back and courses her hands through her hair. “You know what? I don’t think you get it. You really need to understand your predicament. Some might even describe it as 'ticklish.'”
I shudder. I’m sure it was just a turn of phrase, but as helpless as I am on this table, the way she said “ticklish” sent a tingle down my neck. Of course, it might have also been because Alexis is now lightly running her hands across my chest, teasing the skin gently with her nails. I tense slightly, hoping she wouldn’t notice. A smirk across Alexis’ face tells me she did.
“You see, sweety, I’ve always been attracted to tall, strapping guys like yourself. I can’t help it. Something about how big & strong they are; the confidence they carry themselves with; how naturally protective they are; it’s sexy.” She says with a smile, but that dissipates in an instant.
“But I’ve been hurt, Joe . . . too many times. Because guys like you also think you can take advantage of 'shorties' like me. After the abuse I’ve been put through time and time again, I realized that I have to take a stand. I learned that if I want something, sometimes I have to just TAKE IT.
“It sounds silly. I mean, how can little ole me possibly take something from a big fella like you? Well, I mean, I took you, didn’t I?” She laughs and softy claps her hands maniacally. This feels awkward now.
She continues, “It wasn’t difficult to find out where you live, where you work out, where you drink. And it sure wasn’t difficult to slip a sedative in your drink while you were admiring my breasts. I was worried I gave you too much, the way you were stumbling down the street. I’m happy the chemistry worked out juust right.
“I’ll admit, getting you here was trickier, but this ain’t exactly my first rodeo, you know. As messed up as you were, this was as easy as tucking a little boy in for night-night. When we got to my place, you were ready to lay down anywhere. And as soon as you clocked out, I rolled you on down here myself, and with a little ingenuity . . . well, here you are!”
Alexis accentuates that last line with some gentle tickles as she passes her hand through my hair and behind my ear. I turtle my neck to avoid the sensation. She sure is heightening the tension, and I am helpless to do anything about it.
She giggles softly and gives me a tiny peck on my cheek “Oh, you’re so cute like this! You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”
I tense again. I am ticklish, but haven’t really been tickled a lot. Still, the thought of being tickled, helpless like this, set me on edge. I mutter, “No, I mean, I feel you touching me, but I’m not ticklish, just very uncomfortable.”
Alexis squints her eyes and gives me a skeptical look. “You do realize, honey, that when anyone asks if you’re ticklish, no matter what you say, well, I’m gonna tickle you and see for myself.” She wiggles her fingers in the air in front of me, showing off her long, well-manicured, black-polished fingernails.
I start pulling violently at my bonds but I know deep down it is futile. “Hey Alexis! C’mon! It’s enough already. Please let me go! Let’s talk about this!”
*SLAP* - Alexis stops my protests by gently slapping me on the cheek, the same cheek where she kissed me just seconds ago. It startled more than hurt. My eyes widen.
“Hey! There’ll be none of that!” She chastises. “You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. So you might as well relax and try to enjoy this.” My eyes grow wide, focused on her face, then to her wiggling fingers as they start inching closer to my helpless body.
She teases “This is gonna be SOO MUCH FUN!”
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