Sockstickler
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A Tickler's Dream (My First Submission) M/F
Ok guys, this is my first story submission on here, but be as kind or as brutal as you'd like 🙂 Props have to go out to our own Lonelykimiko for the ticklee's name and without whom, this story may not be possible.
Well, it may be possible, but it'd probably be a lot different. Ah, just read it 😛
A Tickler's Dream
by Sockstickler
You find yourself lying on a bed. You try to move, but your wrists are strapped down, and your arms are stretched out to the sides. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Your feet are hanging over the end of the bed, captured in a pair of wooden stocks. Finally, covering your eyes is a blindfold. Lying there, you wonder just what's going to happen and when.
I step back to admire my handiwork. You put a lot of trust in me, allowing yourself to be put into this situation. I definitely don't want to make you regret it. I walk up to your head and trace one fingertip along the edge of your ear. You gasp at this sudden sensation, and your head turns to the side. All that does is merely expose your other ear, which I trace with my other hand. A smile threatens to make its way to your face. It's time for me to turn things up. I add my other fingertips, stroking the skin along your ears.
As I listen, a giggle is released from your mouth. Now the fun begins.
I abandon your ears and begin softly skittering my fingertips along the soft skin of your neck. Your giggles increase in volume and intensity, and you try scrunching your head in, but to no avail. There's no escape this time. My fingers dance along the front and sides of your neck, and your giggles continue.
Now it's time to get serious. I reach out and touch my fingertips to the insides of your arms, just behind the wrists, and slowly, spidering my fingers along, make my way back toward your body. Your giggles explode into full-fledged laughter, which only grows louder the closer I get. Finally, my fingertips reach your armpits. You throw your head back, laughing. Your laughter is music to my ears. I continue to softly stroke and tease your underarms for another few minutes.
After I'm done there, I allow you a chance to catch your breath. I am not without a heart. I look back up and I ask you. "Had enough yet?" A little bit to my surprise, you shake your head. Not that I mind in the least. That just means more fun for the both of us.
Remembering where I'd stopped before, I reach out and begin fluttering my fingers against your ribcage. Once more you erupt into a fit of sweet giggles. For my own amusement, I begin to count each one as I go down. Yes, you have the same number as anyone else. Once I reach the end of your ribs, I take the same approach to your sides. As I look back up to your face, I'm rewarded by you tossing your head from side to side, your long, raven black hair flowing across your face and off again. I go back to my work, poking and skittering along your stomach. To make things interesting, I lift your shirt up somewhat and blow a few raspberries against your stomach and belly button too, which only makes you laugh all the more.
After another few minutes of this, I stop and give you another break. As you lie there, you wonder what's coming up next. Then it occurs to you. You notice that I've kept moving in a steady direction, and there's only one place this could end up. That's when it hits you. Endgame is at hand!
I'm willing to take my own sweet time getting there though. I run my fingers along your legs, stimulating the smooth, sensitive skin there as I reach your knees. I then reach out and carefully take hold of the spots just behind your knees and begin kneading the skin and muscle there, bringing out more laughter from you. I mix this up with a series of soft, quick tickles to the backs of your knees too. You try to move your legs away, but they're too well restrained. All you can do is laugh.
Finally, we reach the part you and I have been waiting for. I move to the end of the bed, where your feet are encased in the stocks. I look down and notice you're wearing the black and blue socks, which look very cute on you. I reach out and wiggle the toes on your left foot. That alone is enough to set you chuckling. Good.
I start off touching one fingertip to the sole of each foot, right in the center. Your feet jump at first, but I haven't even started yet. Ever so slowly, I begin tracing my fingertips from your heels to your toes, and back down again. A smirk forms on your face. It's a beginning. I keep up the movement, but I increase the speed, moving faster and faster as my index fingers race across your helpless soles. Your smirk becomes a smile, and your smile becomes hysterical laughter.
However, I'm still not satisfied. One by one, I add my other fingertips to the task. On your end, you feel two fingertips, then three, then four glide across the smooth material of your socks, stimulating the soft, extremely sensitive skin inside. Your hahahas and hehehes echo throughout the room as my hands do their work. My fingertips glide across your soles and across the tops of your feet, often at the same time, so there's no place your feet can run. Part of you wishes this torment would stop, while part of you wishes for me to keep going.
I realize this, and I decide to find a happy medium. I stop for a second, but only long enough to remove your socks. Your feet wiggle around, trying to keep them on, but I will not be denied. In seconds, you feel your now bare feet are more vulnerable than ever. Remembering something you once told me, I pull out two pieces of string, tie one to each of your big toes (Which are not very big at all.) and tie the other end to loops built into the stocks. Any mobility you once had is now gone, which is just perfect for what I have in mind to finish this.
You lie there, wondering what I could possibly be thinking, and some of what you were thinking suggesting this, when you feel something soft touching each of your helpless feet. It's something soft, yet giving. Just like a...
...A feather!
You shake your head, anything to dispel the tickling sensations invading your feet and shooting up your legs into your brain. It does you no good though, as a long, pointed feather sweeps up and down one foot, and a smaller one makes its way across the other. You have no idea which one is worse as the feathers race across your soles, chase along your arches and around the sides, and dart between your toes. This time, not one inch of your tender feet are spared. You are trapped in a ticklish torment unlike anything you've ever heard of!
Then, as suddenly as it starts, it stops. I reach up and untie your toes, then slip your socks back over your feet. Moving back up to the head of the bed, I reach up behind you and release your blindfold. You squint at first from the light, but your eyes adjust to see a tall, fairly handsome man with short, brown hair, and a short goatee of the same color. What captures your attention, though, is the pair of hazel eyes watching you intently behind a pair of black and silver aviator-style eyeglasses. "Was that too much for you?" I ask you. You only smile and shake your head. After what you just went through, that's all you have the strength for.
I reach up and release the restraints holding your wrists, carefully rubbing them to make sure your circulation didn't get cut off, then I walk back down to the foot of the bed and unlock and open the stocks. I lift your feet out carefully and place them inside the bed, on the mattress itself.
As you lie there, it occurs to you just how worn out you are. You feel the need to sleep and rest coming on. You feel my arms gently reaching out and holding you under your arms. You slide along the bed as I move you toward the head again. As your head is tipped forward, you feel two large, soft pillows placed behind you. Finally, a blanket is drawn over you.
The last things you feel as sleep overtakes you and ferries you off to dreamland are two lips touching your forehead in a gentle kiss and a voice whispering in your ear.
"Sweet dreams, fair Kayli."
Ok guys, this is my first story submission on here, but be as kind or as brutal as you'd like 🙂 Props have to go out to our own Lonelykimiko for the ticklee's name and without whom, this story may not be possible.
Well, it may be possible, but it'd probably be a lot different. Ah, just read it 😛
A Tickler's Dream
by Sockstickler
You find yourself lying on a bed. You try to move, but your wrists are strapped down, and your arms are stretched out to the sides. Not enough to be uncomfortable, but enough that you're not going anywhere anytime soon. Your feet are hanging over the end of the bed, captured in a pair of wooden stocks. Finally, covering your eyes is a blindfold. Lying there, you wonder just what's going to happen and when.
I step back to admire my handiwork. You put a lot of trust in me, allowing yourself to be put into this situation. I definitely don't want to make you regret it. I walk up to your head and trace one fingertip along the edge of your ear. You gasp at this sudden sensation, and your head turns to the side. All that does is merely expose your other ear, which I trace with my other hand. A smile threatens to make its way to your face. It's time for me to turn things up. I add my other fingertips, stroking the skin along your ears.
As I listen, a giggle is released from your mouth. Now the fun begins.
I abandon your ears and begin softly skittering my fingertips along the soft skin of your neck. Your giggles increase in volume and intensity, and you try scrunching your head in, but to no avail. There's no escape this time. My fingers dance along the front and sides of your neck, and your giggles continue.
Now it's time to get serious. I reach out and touch my fingertips to the insides of your arms, just behind the wrists, and slowly, spidering my fingers along, make my way back toward your body. Your giggles explode into full-fledged laughter, which only grows louder the closer I get. Finally, my fingertips reach your armpits. You throw your head back, laughing. Your laughter is music to my ears. I continue to softly stroke and tease your underarms for another few minutes.
After I'm done there, I allow you a chance to catch your breath. I am not without a heart. I look back up and I ask you. "Had enough yet?" A little bit to my surprise, you shake your head. Not that I mind in the least. That just means more fun for the both of us.
Remembering where I'd stopped before, I reach out and begin fluttering my fingers against your ribcage. Once more you erupt into a fit of sweet giggles. For my own amusement, I begin to count each one as I go down. Yes, you have the same number as anyone else. Once I reach the end of your ribs, I take the same approach to your sides. As I look back up to your face, I'm rewarded by you tossing your head from side to side, your long, raven black hair flowing across your face and off again. I go back to my work, poking and skittering along your stomach. To make things interesting, I lift your shirt up somewhat and blow a few raspberries against your stomach and belly button too, which only makes you laugh all the more.
After another few minutes of this, I stop and give you another break. As you lie there, you wonder what's coming up next. Then it occurs to you. You notice that I've kept moving in a steady direction, and there's only one place this could end up. That's when it hits you. Endgame is at hand!
I'm willing to take my own sweet time getting there though. I run my fingers along your legs, stimulating the smooth, sensitive skin there as I reach your knees. I then reach out and carefully take hold of the spots just behind your knees and begin kneading the skin and muscle there, bringing out more laughter from you. I mix this up with a series of soft, quick tickles to the backs of your knees too. You try to move your legs away, but they're too well restrained. All you can do is laugh.
Finally, we reach the part you and I have been waiting for. I move to the end of the bed, where your feet are encased in the stocks. I look down and notice you're wearing the black and blue socks, which look very cute on you. I reach out and wiggle the toes on your left foot. That alone is enough to set you chuckling. Good.
I start off touching one fingertip to the sole of each foot, right in the center. Your feet jump at first, but I haven't even started yet. Ever so slowly, I begin tracing my fingertips from your heels to your toes, and back down again. A smirk forms on your face. It's a beginning. I keep up the movement, but I increase the speed, moving faster and faster as my index fingers race across your helpless soles. Your smirk becomes a smile, and your smile becomes hysterical laughter.
However, I'm still not satisfied. One by one, I add my other fingertips to the task. On your end, you feel two fingertips, then three, then four glide across the smooth material of your socks, stimulating the soft, extremely sensitive skin inside. Your hahahas and hehehes echo throughout the room as my hands do their work. My fingertips glide across your soles and across the tops of your feet, often at the same time, so there's no place your feet can run. Part of you wishes this torment would stop, while part of you wishes for me to keep going.
I realize this, and I decide to find a happy medium. I stop for a second, but only long enough to remove your socks. Your feet wiggle around, trying to keep them on, but I will not be denied. In seconds, you feel your now bare feet are more vulnerable than ever. Remembering something you once told me, I pull out two pieces of string, tie one to each of your big toes (Which are not very big at all.) and tie the other end to loops built into the stocks. Any mobility you once had is now gone, which is just perfect for what I have in mind to finish this.
You lie there, wondering what I could possibly be thinking, and some of what you were thinking suggesting this, when you feel something soft touching each of your helpless feet. It's something soft, yet giving. Just like a...
...A feather!
You shake your head, anything to dispel the tickling sensations invading your feet and shooting up your legs into your brain. It does you no good though, as a long, pointed feather sweeps up and down one foot, and a smaller one makes its way across the other. You have no idea which one is worse as the feathers race across your soles, chase along your arches and around the sides, and dart between your toes. This time, not one inch of your tender feet are spared. You are trapped in a ticklish torment unlike anything you've ever heard of!
Then, as suddenly as it starts, it stops. I reach up and untie your toes, then slip your socks back over your feet. Moving back up to the head of the bed, I reach up behind you and release your blindfold. You squint at first from the light, but your eyes adjust to see a tall, fairly handsome man with short, brown hair, and a short goatee of the same color. What captures your attention, though, is the pair of hazel eyes watching you intently behind a pair of black and silver aviator-style eyeglasses. "Was that too much for you?" I ask you. You only smile and shake your head. After what you just went through, that's all you have the strength for.
I reach up and release the restraints holding your wrists, carefully rubbing them to make sure your circulation didn't get cut off, then I walk back down to the foot of the bed and unlock and open the stocks. I lift your feet out carefully and place them inside the bed, on the mattress itself.
As you lie there, it occurs to you just how worn out you are. You feel the need to sleep and rest coming on. You feel my arms gently reaching out and holding you under your arms. You slide along the bed as I move you toward the head again. As your head is tipped forward, you feel two large, soft pillows placed behind you. Finally, a blanket is drawn over you.
The last things you feel as sleep overtakes you and ferries you off to dreamland are two lips touching your forehead in a gentle kiss and a voice whispering in your ear.
"Sweet dreams, fair Kayli."
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