It started as just another night in, with Nick suggesting we stay in and relax together. We'd been working so hard trying to set up our new apartment in LA. It's hard to believe we graduated from college eight months earlier, packed up everything and set out West. Nick to follow his passion of acting and for me to figure out where my interests were to launch my career.
One thing we didn't have to figure out was what we enjoyed sexually.
It was such a thrill when we reconnected our sophomore year to open up, discuss and explore what really turned us on. We were perfect for each other. I couldn't believe how much I yearned for him to dominate me, to have his way with me. I so enjoyed seeing the lustful glances when he got to control and tickle me until he was fully satisfied.
We had quite our share of interesting situations in college where Nick would do what he wanted to me wherever and whenever. Much to my surprise, it turned me on so much and any sense of embarrassment would leave way for the lustful desire that would replace that feeling. I couldn't help but get so wet and crave him. I constantly wanted to please him. The thought of him "owning" my body and controlling me was such a turn on and he knew it.
Anyway, tonight, we'd been talking and laughing, sharing stories on the couch. But when I got up to grab something from the kitchen, he stopped me, his hand wrapping around my wrist with a mischievous grin.
“You know,” he murmured, “I was thinking we could have a little fun tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, knowing that tone all too well. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”
He leaned back, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Well, remember that couple I mentioned? They’re coming by soon.” He glanced at the clock, watching my expression. “They seemed curious about your little… weakness.”
My eyes widened. He wouldn’t. But the sparkle in his eyes told me he absolutely would.
“Oh, they know, do they?” I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. He’d made no secret of how ticklish I was, and I could only imagine what he’d said. “What exactly did you tell them?” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was racing at the thought of them knowing.
“Just enough to make them curious,” he said, his fingers brushing along my arm in that way that made me shiver. “They’re dying to see for themselves just how ticklish you really are.” "And you know, she loves to tickle and get tickled too."
I tried to hide my reaction, but he could read me too well. “I thought it might be fun to let them join in, you know, see what you can handle,” he teased, his hand trailing slowly up my side, making me squirm involuntarily. “I already have the ties ready.”
I laughed, feeling that familiar mix of nerves and excitement. He knew exactly how to get to me, and I could tell he’d planned this all out. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Before I knew it, I was lying back on the new device we ordered. We didn't have much money, but this was something we eyed for a while and a priority to buy. Nick picked out my outfit, a barely-there black bodysuit with a deep V-cut front that just hints at what lies beneath. The snaps were placed strategically so that with only a few finger flicks, the whole "outfit" could easily be removed. Nick secured my wrists and feet in place with my heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen. Every second seemed to stretch out as he gave me one last knowing look. I was slightly panicked as I was completely helpless and although enjoying that feeling, it was mixed with nervousness at how bad the tickling may get and if I could take it.
When the knock finally came, I caught his grin as he got up to open the door, leaving me there with a mix of anticipation and butterflies. I could hear them chatting casually as they came in, his voice low and inviting, as he led them over.
And then they were there, smiling down at me, clearly intrigued. I bit my lip, feeling both vulnerable and excited as he explained, “She’s all ours...I just had to show you what I’ve been telling you about.” I could barely hold back my smile, knowing exactly what I was in for as they all took their places around me, ready to play.
I knew the couple he’d invited were curious, especially after hearing him talk about how I can barely hold still when he tickles me. The girl admitted that she loves to tickle and get ticked too and I wondered how that would play out. I definitely didn't want Nick to tickle her as it would make me jealous. Nick made it sound like some irresistible challenge to see what I could take, and here I was, already tied down feeling the tension in the air.
Nick started first, his fingers lightly tracing up and down my sides, just enough to make me squirm. “Look at her,” he said with a grin, directing his friends’ attention to my immediate reaction. I tried to hold back my laughter, but it was hopeless.
“Oh, she is ticklish!” his friend said, laughing along as they moved closer. “Mind if we join in?” they asked, glancing over at him.
He just nodded, grinning. “Be my guest,” he said, and I felt a thrill run through me, knowing that more hands were about to join in the fun.
I tried to wriggle free, laughing harder as I felt their fingers join his, exploring every ticklish spot they could find. “Please—okay, okay! I can’t take it!” I squealed, but they only laughed and kept going, clearly enjoying my reaction. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and my heart was racing, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
Their fingers moved closer, each of them exchanging glances as if silently deciding who would start. I couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation, feeling utterly exposed as I lay there, bound and unable to move. I bit my lip, knowing that resisting would only make them more eager.
He leaned down close, his fingers already starting to glide over my sides, feather-light, just enough to make me jump. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, and I felt a rush of excitement at how certain he sounded. The others joined in, one starting at my feet, their fingers trailing up and down, while another’s hands hovered near my ribs, building the tension.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer, and the room filled with the sound of it. My pleas fell on deaf ears as they each took their turn, exploring every sensitive spot they could find. The one at my feet kept tracing delicate patterns along my soles, sending jolts of ticklish energy up my legs, making me giggle uncontrollably. I tried to twist away, but the restraints held firm, keeping me completely at their mercy.
The friend by my ribs found the spot just beneath my arms, and I burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. They chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction, fingers dancing over my skin with practiced precision. I squirmed, trying to catch my breath, but every time I thought I’d get a break, someone would find another ticklish spot, starting the whole ordeal over again.
“See? I told you she’s ticklish everywhere,” he teased, keeping his hands steady on my waist as his friends continued their exploration. One of them leaned in, trailing their fingertips down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I couldn’t tell where the next tickle would come from, which only heightened my anticipation.
They kept switching spots, as if testing who could get the best reaction out of me. I was breathless, laughing, screaming and gasping between bouts of giggles, feeling both thrilled and teased to my limits. They would pause just long enough to let me catch my breath, only to start again, each of them focused on making the moment last. I could feel my heart racing, warmth flooding my cheeks, completely captivated by the torment.
I begged them to stop, "I'm sorry, please stop, I can't take it anymore." "Red, Red, "Red". Nick reached down between my legs and felt how turned on I was. He told me to admit how much I loved it. I had to, because it was true. Although it was torture, nothing turned me on more than being controlled like this for his pleasure.
Nick looked over at his friend and could tell he was turned, so he asked, " Chris, you're such a tease, look what is happening, how are you going to satisfy us?" Are you going to get us off or are we going to have to continue?”
"No, I can't take anymore" I begged. "I will do whatever you want."
He turned to his friend, "you heard her, well, what do you want?" The friend reached down and removed the little bit of "clothing" that existed leaving me completely exposed. I didn't have a choice but to block out the embarrassment . He started fondling my breasts and said "I want her to get me off with a foot job. "
Then the girl chimed in, looking at Nick, "I want you to tickle me." It was the last thing I wanted and Scott could see it all over my face.
"I'm going to tickle her Chris"
"No, please don't I begged.
"Well, what will you give me not to?"
"Anything you want."
"beg me to fuck you right here while you're giving him a foot job"
I did exactly that and felt him enter me and fill me completely. He was so huge and hard. He just went to town on me and fucked me as hard and fast as he possibly could. His lust for this and what was happening was unrelenting and insatiable. It felt amazing!!!!
At the same time I could feel his friend's hard-on rubbing rapidly against my feet and the sounds of moaning. Even the girl stepped in to tickle my exposed armpits and I just had to lie there taking it all.
Nick leaned down and whispered in my ear that they wouldn't stop until I came. He wanted that control too. He knew he could have any reaction out of my body that he wanted, including that.
When I exploded, screaming his name, they all stopped. Nick, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as I caught my breath, feeling exhilarated murmured with a smirk, "that wasn’t so bad, was it?” but I could tell by the glint in his eye that he was already planning the next round.
All I could do was catch my breath, feeling completely helpless but so completely thrilled by it all.
One thing we didn't have to figure out was what we enjoyed sexually.
It was such a thrill when we reconnected our sophomore year to open up, discuss and explore what really turned us on. We were perfect for each other. I couldn't believe how much I yearned for him to dominate me, to have his way with me. I so enjoyed seeing the lustful glances when he got to control and tickle me until he was fully satisfied.
We had quite our share of interesting situations in college where Nick would do what he wanted to me wherever and whenever. Much to my surprise, it turned me on so much and any sense of embarrassment would leave way for the lustful desire that would replace that feeling. I couldn't help but get so wet and crave him. I constantly wanted to please him. The thought of him "owning" my body and controlling me was such a turn on and he knew it.
Anyway, tonight, we'd been talking and laughing, sharing stories on the couch. But when I got up to grab something from the kitchen, he stopped me, his hand wrapping around my wrist with a mischievous grin.
“You know,” he murmured, “I was thinking we could have a little fun tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow, knowing that tone all too well. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”
He leaned back, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Well, remember that couple I mentioned? They’re coming by soon.” He glanced at the clock, watching my expression. “They seemed curious about your little… weakness.”
My eyes widened. He wouldn’t. But the sparkle in his eyes told me he absolutely would.
“Oh, they know, do they?” I replied, feeling my cheeks warm. He’d made no secret of how ticklish I was, and I could only imagine what he’d said. “What exactly did you tell them?” I tried to sound casual, but my heart was racing at the thought of them knowing.
“Just enough to make them curious,” he said, his fingers brushing along my arm in that way that made me shiver. “They’re dying to see for themselves just how ticklish you really are.” "And you know, she loves to tickle and get tickled too."
I tried to hide my reaction, but he could read me too well. “I thought it might be fun to let them join in, you know, see what you can handle,” he teased, his hand trailing slowly up my side, making me squirm involuntarily. “I already have the ties ready.”
I laughed, feeling that familiar mix of nerves and excitement. He knew exactly how to get to me, and I could tell he’d planned this all out. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”
Before I knew it, I was lying back on the new device we ordered. We didn't have much money, but this was something we eyed for a while and a priority to buy. Nick picked out my outfit, a barely-there black bodysuit with a deep V-cut front that just hints at what lies beneath. The snaps were placed strategically so that with only a few finger flicks, the whole "outfit" could easily be removed. Nick secured my wrists and feet in place with my heart racing at the thought of what was about to happen. Every second seemed to stretch out as he gave me one last knowing look. I was slightly panicked as I was completely helpless and although enjoying that feeling, it was mixed with nervousness at how bad the tickling may get and if I could take it.
When the knock finally came, I caught his grin as he got up to open the door, leaving me there with a mix of anticipation and butterflies. I could hear them chatting casually as they came in, his voice low and inviting, as he led them over.
And then they were there, smiling down at me, clearly intrigued. I bit my lip, feeling both vulnerable and excited as he explained, “She’s all ours...I just had to show you what I’ve been telling you about.” I could barely hold back my smile, knowing exactly what I was in for as they all took their places around me, ready to play.
I knew the couple he’d invited were curious, especially after hearing him talk about how I can barely hold still when he tickles me. The girl admitted that she loves to tickle and get ticked too and I wondered how that would play out. I definitely didn't want Nick to tickle her as it would make me jealous. Nick made it sound like some irresistible challenge to see what I could take, and here I was, already tied down feeling the tension in the air.
Nick started first, his fingers lightly tracing up and down my sides, just enough to make me squirm. “Look at her,” he said with a grin, directing his friends’ attention to my immediate reaction. I tried to hold back my laughter, but it was hopeless.
“Oh, she is ticklish!” his friend said, laughing along as they moved closer. “Mind if we join in?” they asked, glancing over at him.
He just nodded, grinning. “Be my guest,” he said, and I felt a thrill run through me, knowing that more hands were about to join in the fun.
I tried to wriggle free, laughing harder as I felt their fingers join his, exploring every ticklish spot they could find. “Please—okay, okay! I can’t take it!” I squealed, but they only laughed and kept going, clearly enjoying my reaction. I could feel the heat in my cheeks, and my heart was racing, caught up in the excitement of the moment.
Their fingers moved closer, each of them exchanging glances as if silently deciding who would start. I couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation, feeling utterly exposed as I lay there, bound and unable to move. I bit my lip, knowing that resisting would only make them more eager.
He leaned down close, his fingers already starting to glide over my sides, feather-light, just enough to make me jump. “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered, and I felt a rush of excitement at how certain he sounded. The others joined in, one starting at my feet, their fingers trailing up and down, while another’s hands hovered near my ribs, building the tension.
I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer, and the room filled with the sound of it. My pleas fell on deaf ears as they each took their turn, exploring every sensitive spot they could find. The one at my feet kept tracing delicate patterns along my soles, sending jolts of ticklish energy up my legs, making me giggle uncontrollably. I tried to twist away, but the restraints held firm, keeping me completely at their mercy.
The friend by my ribs found the spot just beneath my arms, and I burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. They chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction, fingers dancing over my skin with practiced precision. I squirmed, trying to catch my breath, but every time I thought I’d get a break, someone would find another ticklish spot, starting the whole ordeal over again.
“See? I told you she’s ticklish everywhere,” he teased, keeping his hands steady on my waist as his friends continued their exploration. One of them leaned in, trailing their fingertips down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I couldn’t tell where the next tickle would come from, which only heightened my anticipation.
They kept switching spots, as if testing who could get the best reaction out of me. I was breathless, laughing, screaming and gasping between bouts of giggles, feeling both thrilled and teased to my limits. They would pause just long enough to let me catch my breath, only to start again, each of them focused on making the moment last. I could feel my heart racing, warmth flooding my cheeks, completely captivated by the torment.
I begged them to stop, "I'm sorry, please stop, I can't take it anymore." "Red, Red, "Red". Nick reached down between my legs and felt how turned on I was. He told me to admit how much I loved it. I had to, because it was true. Although it was torture, nothing turned me on more than being controlled like this for his pleasure.
Nick looked over at his friend and could tell he was turned, so he asked, " Chris, you're such a tease, look what is happening, how are you going to satisfy us?" Are you going to get us off or are we going to have to continue?”
"No, I can't take anymore" I begged. "I will do whatever you want."
He turned to his friend, "you heard her, well, what do you want?" The friend reached down and removed the little bit of "clothing" that existed leaving me completely exposed. I didn't have a choice but to block out the embarrassment . He started fondling my breasts and said "I want her to get me off with a foot job. "
Then the girl chimed in, looking at Nick, "I want you to tickle me." It was the last thing I wanted and Scott could see it all over my face.
"I'm going to tickle her Chris"
"No, please don't I begged.
"Well, what will you give me not to?"
"Anything you want."
"beg me to fuck you right here while you're giving him a foot job"
I did exactly that and felt him enter me and fill me completely. He was so huge and hard. He just went to town on me and fucked me as hard and fast as he possibly could. His lust for this and what was happening was unrelenting and insatiable. It felt amazing!!!!
At the same time I could feel his friend's hard-on rubbing rapidly against my feet and the sounds of moaning. Even the girl stepped in to tickle my exposed armpits and I just had to lie there taking it all.
Nick leaned down and whispered in my ear that they wouldn't stop until I came. He wanted that control too. He knew he could have any reaction out of my body that he wanted, including that.
When I exploded, screaming his name, they all stopped. Nick, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as I caught my breath, feeling exhilarated murmured with a smirk, "that wasn’t so bad, was it?” but I could tell by the glint in his eye that he was already planning the next round.
All I could do was catch my breath, feeling completely helpless but so completely thrilled by it all.
