A TICKLISH ENCOUNTER [F/M]
We had talked for a while online. There was no secret that we both were into tickling. She discovered that I was very ticklish and I discovered that she had always wanted to have a very ticklish person under her control, but had never had the chance. It seemed like an interesting opportunity for both so we took the next step and decided to meet. There were no constraints set, as we both decided just to see how things went.
The day came and I know I was a little bit nervous and excited all at the same time. As I drove to the meeting location I couldn't help but think, had I told her too much about myself? What if we hit it off and we decide to have our first ticklish encounter? If she had been paying attention to our conversations, she'd know all my weaknesses! She'd know what techniques drive me crazy and just how to push my buttons. She on the other hand hadn't "spilled the beans" so to speak. She hadn't told me what kind of tickler she is or what or how she likes to tickle. "That's a suprise," she said, "don't worry about it." Well, I was worrying now! I wasn't sure what she had planned if anything, and that, I think, more than anything, increased my nervousness and excitedness.
As we talked that day, things went well. We hit things off. Both us of were obviously nervous, what with the possibility of a ticklish encounter hanging over our heads. The conversation awkwardly stayed away from tickling, until I broke the ice. "So tell me, when was the last time you had the chance to really let someone have it?" I purposefully didn't use the "T" word. The weight hanging over the conversation suddenly melted away and she displayed an evil little glance. "Oh, in about a hald an hour," was her response. Oh! I didn't see that coming.
We traveled back to her house were I was surprised to see she had everything already laid out like a surgen perparing for surgery. From all our talks we pretty much knew each others likes and dislikes, so she told me, "Okay, down to the shorts mister." I complied. "No, no, not the socks. Those stay on....for now." Gulp, this is going to be a long day I think.
She had me lay down on the bed and blindfolded me. "Wait her for a moment. I have a surprise for you," she said. I laid there as nervous as could be. I heard a thump at the end of the bed, but couldn't see what it was. Nor could I imagine what she as doing. When she took off the blindfold, I saw what all the raket was. There was a set of homemade stocks at the end of the bed. They weren't the best looking things you've ever saw, but she got an A for effort. When I turned to her, the grin on her face almost split her head in two and she barely squeeked out the request for me to place my legs in them. Again I complied and she place some padding around my ankles before locking the tops down. "Wow," I said, "you really planned this thing out didn't you?" "You have no idea," is all she said.
She finished tying me off by securing my hands to the stocks. I supose this was so I could watch her do her worst. Just them, without warning she dove into my ribs and waist and started tickling with all her fingers. I screamed in ticklish surprise, so much that she leap back and stared at me. "Oh my, you really are a ticklish one," she said. "I know you said you were ticklish, but god, you really are ticklish. This is going to be great!" And with that she sat behind me and started slowly tickling my sides, stomach waist and underarms. I just squirmed all around and laughed and started to scream again.
"I don't know how much more of that yelling my neighbors will stand," she said. "Sorry," I said, "it's a reaction." "Okay, can I gag you then," she asked. She knew it was okay with me, as we had talked about it before. She took the cloth she used to blindfold me earlier and tied it around my head so that it went into my mouth. It didn't really gag me, but muffled the noise enough so she could continue.
Now that she "sound-proofed" the room, she quickly went back to tickling my waist, sides, stomach and underarms. I screamed and laughed and thrashed all about, but she didn't let up. Oh my God, she tickled me to near insantity. Then she stopped.
"You know," she said, "I haven't even tried those feet of yours yet. I bet my girlfriend would love to help me tickle you. Can you imagine, one of us tickling you up here," as she started tickling my upperbody again, "and another tickling those feet of yours? My God, that would be intense. Do you think you could take that?" All I could do was stare at her wide eyed. Oh my God, did she really invite another girl to help her? I had never been tickled by two people before, could I take it? I don't know! "Don't worry about it," she said, "I was just teasing you. No one else is coming over, at least this time! Trust me, I'm all you can handle today." And with that she slid down to the end of the bed and stared at my socks.
Oh no, here it comes. She knows all about my feet. Like I said, we talked a lot and she asked questions and I answered them. Partly because I wanted her to know, I must admit. With a single out-stretched finger, she glided it down the center of my left sole. I gasped and visibly tightened up my body. "OOhhhhhh," is all she said, and glared up at me with that grin I saw earlier. Extending all her fingers she began to stroke my soles in an even slow methodical way. I pulled on the stocks but I wasn't going anywhere and laughter and screams and pleas came pouring out of my mouth, but it didn't stop her, she kept up her onslought of my soles.
"Okay! Time to get serious," she cried, and with a jerk my socks came off. "I have got a bunch of things I want to try on you," she said. When I walked into her room I recalled seeing a serious of objects lined up in a neat row off to the side of the bed on a night-stand and that is exactly were she now went. There were artist brushes and electric toothbrushes. There were messagers and feathers, but there was one item that caught my attention as soon as I walked into that room. In one our conversations, we had talked about our most intense tickling experiences. I told her about one girl you applied baby oil to my feet and then warmed them up with a hairdryer. Now a hairdyer was sitting next to the bed. I knew exactly what would happen next.
As if on cue, she sat back down at the foot of the bed with the hairdryer in one hand and the babyoil in the other. "Am I forgetting something?" she asked. "I think you're doing just fine," I replied. "Oh, yeah, your toes!" she shouted. Out came some shoe laces and before I knew it she tied my toes up. I couldn't move them an inch and then she applied the babyoil and started to warm up my soles. After that she proceeded to use each and every tool she had, comparing which worked best and sticking with that one for a while, of course. I was going absoutely insane as she tickled every part of my feet. I couldn't move them away.
We did set up a safeword and I had wanted to use it on several occassions before, but now I couldn't take it anymore. I yelpped it out and with that she attacked every ticklish spot on me for another full minute. We had agreed that when and if I said my safeword she could end with a full tickling assault whereever she wanted to and she did!
As I laid there completely spent, I rolled my head over to the clock and saw that she had been torturing me for over 3 hours! "My God," I said, "I actually thought I was going to have an accident! If you went and further I'd be washing your sheets," I joked. "Oh really?" she said and her hands starting moving towards to waist, her fingers wiggling. "I'M SERIOUS!!!" I said. "I know," she said, "I'm just kidding."
THE END
We had talked for a while online. There was no secret that we both were into tickling. She discovered that I was very ticklish and I discovered that she had always wanted to have a very ticklish person under her control, but had never had the chance. It seemed like an interesting opportunity for both so we took the next step and decided to meet. There were no constraints set, as we both decided just to see how things went.
The day came and I know I was a little bit nervous and excited all at the same time. As I drove to the meeting location I couldn't help but think, had I told her too much about myself? What if we hit it off and we decide to have our first ticklish encounter? If she had been paying attention to our conversations, she'd know all my weaknesses! She'd know what techniques drive me crazy and just how to push my buttons. She on the other hand hadn't "spilled the beans" so to speak. She hadn't told me what kind of tickler she is or what or how she likes to tickle. "That's a suprise," she said, "don't worry about it." Well, I was worrying now! I wasn't sure what she had planned if anything, and that, I think, more than anything, increased my nervousness and excitedness.
As we talked that day, things went well. We hit things off. Both us of were obviously nervous, what with the possibility of a ticklish encounter hanging over our heads. The conversation awkwardly stayed away from tickling, until I broke the ice. "So tell me, when was the last time you had the chance to really let someone have it?" I purposefully didn't use the "T" word. The weight hanging over the conversation suddenly melted away and she displayed an evil little glance. "Oh, in about a hald an hour," was her response. Oh! I didn't see that coming.
We traveled back to her house were I was surprised to see she had everything already laid out like a surgen perparing for surgery. From all our talks we pretty much knew each others likes and dislikes, so she told me, "Okay, down to the shorts mister." I complied. "No, no, not the socks. Those stay on....for now." Gulp, this is going to be a long day I think.
She had me lay down on the bed and blindfolded me. "Wait her for a moment. I have a surprise for you," she said. I laid there as nervous as could be. I heard a thump at the end of the bed, but couldn't see what it was. Nor could I imagine what she as doing. When she took off the blindfold, I saw what all the raket was. There was a set of homemade stocks at the end of the bed. They weren't the best looking things you've ever saw, but she got an A for effort. When I turned to her, the grin on her face almost split her head in two and she barely squeeked out the request for me to place my legs in them. Again I complied and she place some padding around my ankles before locking the tops down. "Wow," I said, "you really planned this thing out didn't you?" "You have no idea," is all she said.
She finished tying me off by securing my hands to the stocks. I supose this was so I could watch her do her worst. Just them, without warning she dove into my ribs and waist and started tickling with all her fingers. I screamed in ticklish surprise, so much that she leap back and stared at me. "Oh my, you really are a ticklish one," she said. "I know you said you were ticklish, but god, you really are ticklish. This is going to be great!" And with that she sat behind me and started slowly tickling my sides, stomach waist and underarms. I just squirmed all around and laughed and started to scream again.
"I don't know how much more of that yelling my neighbors will stand," she said. "Sorry," I said, "it's a reaction." "Okay, can I gag you then," she asked. She knew it was okay with me, as we had talked about it before. She took the cloth she used to blindfold me earlier and tied it around my head so that it went into my mouth. It didn't really gag me, but muffled the noise enough so she could continue.
Now that she "sound-proofed" the room, she quickly went back to tickling my waist, sides, stomach and underarms. I screamed and laughed and thrashed all about, but she didn't let up. Oh my God, she tickled me to near insantity. Then she stopped.
"You know," she said, "I haven't even tried those feet of yours yet. I bet my girlfriend would love to help me tickle you. Can you imagine, one of us tickling you up here," as she started tickling my upperbody again, "and another tickling those feet of yours? My God, that would be intense. Do you think you could take that?" All I could do was stare at her wide eyed. Oh my God, did she really invite another girl to help her? I had never been tickled by two people before, could I take it? I don't know! "Don't worry about it," she said, "I was just teasing you. No one else is coming over, at least this time! Trust me, I'm all you can handle today." And with that she slid down to the end of the bed and stared at my socks.
Oh no, here it comes. She knows all about my feet. Like I said, we talked a lot and she asked questions and I answered them. Partly because I wanted her to know, I must admit. With a single out-stretched finger, she glided it down the center of my left sole. I gasped and visibly tightened up my body. "OOhhhhhh," is all she said, and glared up at me with that grin I saw earlier. Extending all her fingers she began to stroke my soles in an even slow methodical way. I pulled on the stocks but I wasn't going anywhere and laughter and screams and pleas came pouring out of my mouth, but it didn't stop her, she kept up her onslought of my soles.
"Okay! Time to get serious," she cried, and with a jerk my socks came off. "I have got a bunch of things I want to try on you," she said. When I walked into her room I recalled seeing a serious of objects lined up in a neat row off to the side of the bed on a night-stand and that is exactly were she now went. There were artist brushes and electric toothbrushes. There were messagers and feathers, but there was one item that caught my attention as soon as I walked into that room. In one our conversations, we had talked about our most intense tickling experiences. I told her about one girl you applied baby oil to my feet and then warmed them up with a hairdryer. Now a hairdyer was sitting next to the bed. I knew exactly what would happen next.
As if on cue, she sat back down at the foot of the bed with the hairdryer in one hand and the babyoil in the other. "Am I forgetting something?" she asked. "I think you're doing just fine," I replied. "Oh, yeah, your toes!" she shouted. Out came some shoe laces and before I knew it she tied my toes up. I couldn't move them an inch and then she applied the babyoil and started to warm up my soles. After that she proceeded to use each and every tool she had, comparing which worked best and sticking with that one for a while, of course. I was going absoutely insane as she tickled every part of my feet. I couldn't move them away.
We did set up a safeword and I had wanted to use it on several occassions before, but now I couldn't take it anymore. I yelpped it out and with that she attacked every ticklish spot on me for another full minute. We had agreed that when and if I said my safeword she could end with a full tickling assault whereever she wanted to and she did!
As I laid there completely spent, I rolled my head over to the clock and saw that she had been torturing me for over 3 hours! "My God," I said, "I actually thought I was going to have an accident! If you went and further I'd be washing your sheets," I joked. "Oh really?" she said and her hands starting moving towards to waist, her fingers wiggling. "I'M SERIOUS!!!" I said. "I know," she said, "I'm just kidding."
THE END
