This was written for a friend in the community who is happy (and even suggested) that I post it on some public forums. Comments are welcome!
“AT THE MERCY OF THE AB-MISTRESS”
Starring
The ticklers
Valerie “The Ab-Mistress”: 5’3 and 100lbs of sexy Asian domme. Equally at home on the mats, in the ring or in the tickle dungeon! Val is wearing a pink T-shirt and blue jeans, she is also barefoot.
Kate P : 5’8, curvy, tanned with long brown hair and brown eyes. Kate is always smiling and seems to be constantly planning her next holiday. She is a real party animal. Kate is wearing a red form fitting print T-shirt, light blue bootcut jeans with a white belt and white Adidas athletic shoes
Melissa “Mel” M : 5’6, slim, athletic, she has long, streaked browny/blonde hair and a dark complexion that implies her mixed ancestry. Mel is a sweetheart wearing straight black pants with shiny boots and a peach-coloured strappy top.
Becky L : 5’3, ivory complexion, big brown eyes (wears glasses), long slightly wavy brown hair, and lovely figure. Despite her rather shy appearance she can drink guys twice her size under the table. Becky is wearing a black midriff revealing turtleneck, low-cut green jeans with a black belt and orange flip-flops.
The ticklee
Mike: 5’8, 145lbs, short brown hair, green eyes. Fitness and martial arts fan. Perhaps a little gullible at times. Mike is wearing a grey T-shirt; khaki cargo pants with a green and red striped web belt and navy blue and red Etnies lo-cut skate shoes.
The prologue
I looked around the library, scanning the people sitting at the computers. I spotted a slim, attractive Asian woman sitting at one of the terminals. She was engrossed in her typing and had a pencil clenched between her teeth. She didn’t look as if she wanted to be disturbed but I had come this far so I made my way through the desks to where she was sitting. Clearing my throat I attempted to get her attention.
“Excuse me, is your name Val?”
She looked up at me with an expression that was half curious, half guarded. “It depends.” She replied as she scrutinised me.
“My name’s Mike. I’m a friend of Becky’s.” I held out my hand. To my relief she smiled and shook it.
“Well what can I do for you, Mike, friend of Becky?” She asked, she turned fully in her chair to face me.
“I don’t know if Becky mentioned me to you but I train in martial arts. She said you are a pretty good coach and are really hot on conditioning routines. I thought perhaps I could pick your brain for some tips, if it isn’t not too much trouble of course.”
Val looked me up and down. “You work out outside of class?” She asked.
“Yeah, a two or three times a week. Some cardio like jogging or skipping, stretching and lots of push-ups, squats, pullups, crunches and stuff.” I replied.
She raised an eyebrow. “Crunches and stuff, eh? Well. Let’s see you.” She beckoned me forward.
“Huh?” I responded, a little confused. Val leaned forward and wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me forward. Without a hint of embarrassment she lifted up my T-shirt, baring my tummy.
“Hmmmm. Not bad, not bad at all.” She murmured approvingly. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile crinkle up the edges of her mouth. She reached out with one slender finger and began to poke my stomach, especially around the bellybutton. I tried to subtly tense my abs while Val’s fingertips probed away as if this was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. I felt my cheeks go a little red as I could feel other people looking at us, no doubt wondering what the hell was going on.
Val let my T-shirt flop back down and sat back to regard me. “I can help you take that to the next level for a start and we can take things from there.”
“Really? That would be great.” I felt my own embarrassment fade.
“I’ll tell you what, seeing that you are a friend of Becky why don’t you come over to my place this evening? We’ll do a basic consultation, look at what you are doing in your training now and make some modifications and go through some other ideas. How does that sound?
“Cool.” I was delighted by this progress. I vaguely recalled Becky saying something about Val being a real expert when it came to abdominal workouts and I was psyched to see what she had in store.
“Great, that’s settled. Come over about 9 this evening.” She scribbled down an address on a yellow post-it note, which she passed to me. “It’s pretty easy to find.”
I thanked her profusely and said my goodbyes. Things were looking promising.
…
As Val had said, it was pretty easy to find her place. I arrived a few minutes before nine so I wandered around the block before knocking on the door.
“Mike?” Val called from inside.
“Yeah, it’s me. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” I replied.
“No not at all. Come on in, it’s open.”
I wandered inside into the living room. Val was wearing a pink T-shirt and faded blue jeans and sitting on the rug doing some light stretching whilst she watched TV. She smiled up at me and clicked the TV off with the remote. She jumped lithely to her feet and greeted me with a strong handshake. I couldn’t help but think she looked pretty good. The T-shirt showed off her slim feminine figure and the jeans nicely accentuated her strong, slender legs.
She must have caught me looking because she looked down at herself and then laughed. “Should I have dressed up?” She teased.
“Oh no, no…You look, um, pretty great.” I fumbled nervously.
She brushed off my embarrassment. “Come on, you dope. Let’s get started.”
We sat down and Val proceeded to ask me various questions about my training, my fitness regime and diet. She even made a few notes on a legal pad from time to time. After about 20 minutes she stood up and beckoned me to do the same. I assumed she was going to demonstrate a few exercises or stretches to me.
“Ok, Mike.” She stood with her hands on her slender hips, one hip slightly cocked towards me. “I’ve got a pretty good idea of where you are but I need to make a few more checks. Would you hold your arms up above your head please?”
“Sure.” I said, holding my arms up. Val proceeded to walk around me slowly. For a second I had an uncomfortable reminder of the James Bond film “From Russia With Love” where Rosa Klebb punches the assassin Grant in the stomach with brass knuckles to test his toughness.
Fortunately Val did not seem to be packing a knuckle-duster. Instead I was aware of her fingertips probing at my lats. She then tested and squeezed my traps and delts.
I began to wonder what she up to. As if reading my mind she said, “Just need to test your muscle tone and resilience.” I stood still and let her continue her examination. Hell, there were much worse ways to spend an evening.
Things were fine until, standing behind me, she bunched her fingers just below my armpits. I started to quiver slightly in anticipation that she might try and tickle me.
“You OK there, Mike?” She murmured.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s all good.” I replied, and then bit my lip.
“Wonderful.” She murmured. Then she quickly ran her bunched fingers down the sides of my ribs to my hips.
I lost control at the sudden sensation. I yelped and brought my arms down quickly by my sides. Val was instantly abashed and stepped around to face me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You must be a little ticklish there.” She smiled, one hand covering her mouth.
“Uh…yeah. Just a little bit. I think you caught me unawares there.”
“I’m so sorry.” She giggled. “I really should have checked first. I guess I just didn’t think you’d be ticklish.”
“It’s fine really.” I was determined not to be undone by a little tickling. “What do we do next?”
She smiled at me. “Slip your T-shirt off, I’m going to get you to do a few exercises and I want to see how good your muscle co-ordination is.”
I gaped at her for a second and and hesitated.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Oh come on, don’t be shy. For the second time that day she lifted up my T-shirt and together we pulled it over my head and then Val tossed it onto the sofa. She looked at me appraisingly and then nodded. “OK, first off I want you to do a set of push-ups to failure and then we’ll do some ab work.”
I dropped down and started to pump as many reps as I could and then Val put me through a battery of stomach exercises. She had me perform crunches, reverse crunches, leg raises, static planks and a few things I had never seen before. My stomach muscles were on fire by the end of it and I was breaking a sweat.
As I lay on my back sucking down air, Val knelt down beside me and pressed her palms against my stomach. Her hands were surprisingly cool and I nearly jack-knifed in surprise.
“That was pretty good.” She said, ignoring my physical reaction. I began to realise that I was getting a little excited by all this. I hoped I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Before things went that far, Val got to her feet and looked down at me. “Mike, I want to give your abs a special little massage. I think yours might be overtight. It’ll mean I stand on your tummy and massage it with my feet, do you think you can handle that?”
“I’ll give it a go.” I replied, sounding a little more convinced than I felt.
I gasped slightly as Val stepped up on to me, one foot on my chest and on my stomach. She can’t have weighed more than 100 lbs. soaking wet and her size six feet were dainty and smooth but I was amazed at the pressure on my torso.
Val explained how I should relax and breath and she guided me through a series of tension/relaxation exercises until having her stand on me was more bearable. She stood above me, her hands resting lightly on her hips and swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight from her toes to the balls of her feet, along the arches, to the heels and back again.
“Having fun down there, hun?” She queried cheerily.
“Never better.” I managed to croak. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn Val was enjoying this a lot more than me. I had to admit that she could give a damn good stomach massage with her feet.
After what seemed like hours but was really only a couple of minutes. Val hopped lightly to the carpet, her feet straddling either side of me. “How does that feel now?”
I took a deep breath. “Well a lot slimmer for one thing.” My stomach felt kind of tingly and I was strangely tired. I didn’t even want to attempt to stand up just yet.
Val beamed down at me and then sat down, her firm, round butt planted squarely at the tops of my thighs. I was suddenly aware that not only did she look good she smelled really nice too. I was alarmed that I might get a little excited again. From where she was sitting it would be very obvious. To make matters worse, Val began to lightly run her fingers along my sides, tapping ever so gently against my ribs. She grinned down at me, her dark eyes twinkling.
“I have a little confession for you, Mike.” She said with mock shyness. “You were kind of lured here under false pretences today.”
“Huh?” I wondered what the hell she was talking about it
As if on cue I heard the front door open and a few sets of footsteps. Val looked over her shoulder and called out, “in the lounge, guys.”
I craned up to see Kate and Mel, two of Becky’s other friends enter the room.
Kate smiled down at me. She was looking as tanned and sparkly as ever in a red T-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her T-shirt had a psychedelic floral logo and her white webbing belt had the word “sexy” embroidered throughout its length. I began to feel very self-conscious on the rug as I was shirtless and being straddled by an attractive woman.
“Hey there, Mike. You comfortable?” She asked with a wide grin on her face.
Mel slipped off her jacket to reveal a peach-coloured tank top and black pants. She knelt down next to me and brushed her long, tawny hair back over her coffee-coloured shoulders. “Wow, Val. Looks like he’s all ready.” She giggled and poked me in the side, causing me to flinch.
“OK, ladies, you know the drill.” Val sang, cheerfully.
Quick as a flash, Mel seized my arms and pulled them above my head before kneeling across my forearms.
Behind Val, Kate sat on my legs and pulled off my blue Etnies.
“What the hell’s going on?” I blurted.
“Haha, you’ll see!” Val giggled, waggling a finger at me. She looked over at the door. “Well come on in, babe. He’s all ready down here.”
I heard footsteps and looked up to see Becky enter the room.
“Becky! You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” I exclaimed indignantly.
She looked at my shyly. Her big brown eyes looked larger than normal behind her glasses. She was too cute for me to stay mad at for long.
“Go on, Becks, tell him what’s up.” Val said, enjoying herself immensely.
Becky smiled a little nervously. “I have to admit I found out about those tickling stories you write.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. I kept that private from pretty much everyone and now the secret was out. She must have seen my expression because she quickly went to re-assure me.
“Oh don’t worry. I was a little weirded out at first but I read them and they’re actually kinda cool. Pretty kinky at times.” She added with a grin. This was a development. I was torn between feeling embarrassed that Becky knew about my stories and being secretly pleased that she dug them.
“So what’s this? Unless I do something for you guys you’ll tell people about this?”
Becky looked a little surprised at this. “Oh no. I know Val likes tickling so I showed her the stories too. I said it would be fun to put you through what your heroines endure in your stories so we cooked up a little scheme.”
My mind reeled. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? “What exactly do you mean?”
The three girls sitting on me giggled and then Becky replied. “You know, tickle torture. We’re going to tickle torture you.” She was growing in boldness now and flashed me the most mischievous of grins. “And guess what? There’s not a damn thing you can do to stop us!”
…
My heart began to pound as the impact of Becky’s words sank in. Here I was being pinned down at the mercy of four attractive women who planned to tickle the hell out of me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Although I liked writing stories about women being tickled I was not averse to the idea of falling prey to fiendish feathers and fingers myself. At the same time I was a bit nervous. Val had obviously got me shirtless for a reason and I was pretty sure that once these lovely ladies went to work on me I was going to get turned on – I could feel faint stirrings already. This could get pretty embarrassing.
As I was thinking this I felt a stray bead of sweat trickle out of my hairline and slide down my cheek. This did not go unnoticed and Mel almost squealed in delight.
“Ooh! Look at that! I think poor Mikey is feeling a little hot and bothered at the thought of us little girlies tickling him. Am I right Mike?”
I grinned sheepishly as the girls chuckled at my plight and “oohed” and “ahhed” in mock sympathy.
“Is that right, Mike? Are you nervous?” Val teased. “Well you should be!” Her slender fingers appeared before my eyes and she wiggled them and then began to hover them over my body.
“Watch for the twitching ladies. See when he looks a little nervy or tense, that’s where he’ll be ticklish. Hmmm… Looks to me like just about all of him needs to be tickled, how fun!”
Val’s hands rested lightly on my ribs and her fingers began to drum lightly. She winked down at me. Kate craned to look over Val’s shoulder and grinned at my discomfort. I felt Mel’s hands on my elbows and then they began to slowly move down my upper arms towards my armpits.
The depth of my breathing increased as I contemplated my position. I knew exactly what they were trying to do. They were letting the anticipation build to make me more ticklish. It was working too.
Val looked up at Becky who stood a little way away watching the events unfold with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “Hey, honey, come and join us all down here.”
Becky eagerly came and knelt down by my side. She smirked down at me and then shook her head. “Oh my gosh. I can’t believe we are really going to do this.” She said breathlessly.
Val gave her a small wink. “Watch and learn, sweetie, watch and learn.” She nodded at Mel and then she looked down at me with an impish expression on her face. “So Mike, how many ribs do you have?”
“Huh?” I craned to look up at her. “Is this a trick question?”
“Ahhh.” Val responded with a slow nod. “I guess you don’t know. Don’t worry, I’m going to count them for you.”
Her fingers slid down my sides to rest at the top of my stomach, just below my ribs. Her fingers fanned out, the tips resting lightly on my floating ribs and then quietly they began to vibrate slightly.
I bit my lip at this sensation and lay there trembling helplessly and holding my breath as Val teased the length of the rib and slowly intoned, “Oooonnnnnne….”
Now Mel leaned forward a little and hunkered down over me. Some of her hair fell forward and tickled me under the nose. I was aware that if I looked up I could her breasts suspended above me, the flowery pattern on her bra was nearly visible through her peach top. As I pondered this rather pleasing sight I felt Val’s firm, round butt wiggle on my hips as she settled into position.
I could feel the tension building down south in my boxers and I knew that Val must have been aware of it too. She kneaded her fingers in the spaces between my ribs as she continued her ticklish counting. For my part I was struggling not to laugh. I figured it would be bad to show a weakness this early on.
I hadn’t cracked yet but was massively preoccupied with Mel’s shirtfront and the firm thighs locked around my hips. Mel broke into my concentration by lightly running her fingertips in my armpits.
“Nyahhhh haha….hey!” I exclaimed. I began to squirm a little as the two women continued their tickling.
“Oh shoot!” Val muttered. I lost count of your ribs Mike. Gonna have to start again.”
“Onetwothreefourfive!” She blurted and her strong fingers were all over my ribs tickling in earnest.
“Shiiiiit!” I laughed. I squirmed from side to side but I figure Val must have been a rodeo rider in a previous incarnation because I could not budge her at all. With my arms stretched overhead my ribs were completely exposed and stretched taut. Val took full advantage of this and alternated between firm ticklish massages, kneading, drumming and fluttering her fingertips her there and everywhere.
Above me, Mel was chuckling away as she sat on my arms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” She chanted, and then she began to lightly rake my armpits with her fingernails. I immediately jerked on my arms and tried to pull them down to protect myself but Mel had them snug under her legs and I could do nothing.
I laughed and pleaded as I struggled. I whipped my head from side to side but I could still make out the playful expressions on the girls’ faces. I could also tell that Val loved being able to dominate me like this. They teased me constantly.
“Awwww, are you ticklish?”
“Oooh…look how ticklish you are here. I barely even touched you”
“Did I tickle this ribbie yet? Well no time like the present!”
Kate was obviously feeling left out now and started to pinch and tickle my knees. She worked her fingers under my legs and tickled the backs of my knees.
I gulped and gurgled with laughter, my feet bicycling on the rug. Tears of laughter mingled with perspiration and I could my back was damp against the rug. I raised my head to plead for a respite but as I did so Mel started to tickle my neck and ears and I couldn't even get the words out.
I lay back utterly helpless as the women happily played me like a piano and boy, did they hit all the high notes!
Val sat up and addressed her lovely lieutenants. “Becky, this is my favourite part, I want you to pay close attention. Mel, Kate, hold him tight!”
“Ok, Mike,” Val purred. She leaned forward so we were almost nose to nose and looked down at me, her dark eyes twinkling with ticklish hunger. “Now you’re really going to find out why they call me the Ab-mistress.”
…
I trembled with giddy excitement as I contemplated the idea of my stomach at the mercy of Val’s tender attentions. I was quite sensitive about my stomach and although I couldn’t boast a 6 pack it was flat and firm and in the right light it could look reasonably ripped. I loved it when a girl would pay attention to my stomach but it had never happened like this before.
Val seemed to sense my excitement. She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, the ghost of a smile playing across her lips. She tightened her knees around my hips and rubbed her hands together in gleeful preparation.
I tensed my stomach muscles but I could feel them begin to quiver slightly as I stifled my giggles of anticipation.
“Oooh! This is gonna be fun!” Val said teasingly. “I’m just gonna warm you up a little first.”
“Wait, wait! I’m not quite ready yet.” Kate interrupted. I looked up at the curvy brunette. She had moved off my legs and scooted round to sit opposite Becky. I saw that she was fumbling with a small handheld digital camera.”
I tried to sit up but failed as Mel was sitting snugly on my arms. “What the hell…” I began, but Val touched a finger to my lips.
“Don’t worry, this is a private movie, you can see it if you like but we never show these to anyone else.”
“Uh… I dunno about this.” I continued, uncertainly.
“Hey look.” Val said. “How about this, you can take the tape afterwards and you can decide what to do with it. Now just lie back and relax.” She added with a wink. “You might even enjoy this.”
Val placed both of her palms on my chest and gently pressed me back into a lying position, then slowly slide her hands down to rest on my belly.
She spread her fingers wide and swept her thumbs back and forth on either side of my belly button.
“OK Mike.” She whispered huskily. “I’m going to count down from five and then you are going to get one hell of a tickling.”
Contd.
“AT THE MERCY OF THE AB-MISTRESS”
Starring
The ticklers
Valerie “The Ab-Mistress”: 5’3 and 100lbs of sexy Asian domme. Equally at home on the mats, in the ring or in the tickle dungeon! Val is wearing a pink T-shirt and blue jeans, she is also barefoot.
Kate P : 5’8, curvy, tanned with long brown hair and brown eyes. Kate is always smiling and seems to be constantly planning her next holiday. She is a real party animal. Kate is wearing a red form fitting print T-shirt, light blue bootcut jeans with a white belt and white Adidas athletic shoes
Melissa “Mel” M : 5’6, slim, athletic, she has long, streaked browny/blonde hair and a dark complexion that implies her mixed ancestry. Mel is a sweetheart wearing straight black pants with shiny boots and a peach-coloured strappy top.
Becky L : 5’3, ivory complexion, big brown eyes (wears glasses), long slightly wavy brown hair, and lovely figure. Despite her rather shy appearance she can drink guys twice her size under the table. Becky is wearing a black midriff revealing turtleneck, low-cut green jeans with a black belt and orange flip-flops.
The ticklee
Mike: 5’8, 145lbs, short brown hair, green eyes. Fitness and martial arts fan. Perhaps a little gullible at times. Mike is wearing a grey T-shirt; khaki cargo pants with a green and red striped web belt and navy blue and red Etnies lo-cut skate shoes.
The prologue
I looked around the library, scanning the people sitting at the computers. I spotted a slim, attractive Asian woman sitting at one of the terminals. She was engrossed in her typing and had a pencil clenched between her teeth. She didn’t look as if she wanted to be disturbed but I had come this far so I made my way through the desks to where she was sitting. Clearing my throat I attempted to get her attention.
“Excuse me, is your name Val?”
She looked up at me with an expression that was half curious, half guarded. “It depends.” She replied as she scrutinised me.
“My name’s Mike. I’m a friend of Becky’s.” I held out my hand. To my relief she smiled and shook it.
“Well what can I do for you, Mike, friend of Becky?” She asked, she turned fully in her chair to face me.
“I don’t know if Becky mentioned me to you but I train in martial arts. She said you are a pretty good coach and are really hot on conditioning routines. I thought perhaps I could pick your brain for some tips, if it isn’t not too much trouble of course.”
Val looked me up and down. “You work out outside of class?” She asked.
“Yeah, a two or three times a week. Some cardio like jogging or skipping, stretching and lots of push-ups, squats, pullups, crunches and stuff.” I replied.
She raised an eyebrow. “Crunches and stuff, eh? Well. Let’s see you.” She beckoned me forward.
“Huh?” I responded, a little confused. Val leaned forward and wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me forward. Without a hint of embarrassment she lifted up my T-shirt, baring my tummy.
“Hmmmm. Not bad, not bad at all.” She murmured approvingly. I could have sworn I saw a faint smile crinkle up the edges of her mouth. She reached out with one slender finger and began to poke my stomach, especially around the bellybutton. I tried to subtly tense my abs while Val’s fingertips probed away as if this was the most normal thing in the world to be doing. I felt my cheeks go a little red as I could feel other people looking at us, no doubt wondering what the hell was going on.
Val let my T-shirt flop back down and sat back to regard me. “I can help you take that to the next level for a start and we can take things from there.”
“Really? That would be great.” I felt my own embarrassment fade.
“I’ll tell you what, seeing that you are a friend of Becky why don’t you come over to my place this evening? We’ll do a basic consultation, look at what you are doing in your training now and make some modifications and go through some other ideas. How does that sound?
“Cool.” I was delighted by this progress. I vaguely recalled Becky saying something about Val being a real expert when it came to abdominal workouts and I was psyched to see what she had in store.
“Great, that’s settled. Come over about 9 this evening.” She scribbled down an address on a yellow post-it note, which she passed to me. “It’s pretty easy to find.”
I thanked her profusely and said my goodbyes. Things were looking promising.
…
As Val had said, it was pretty easy to find her place. I arrived a few minutes before nine so I wandered around the block before knocking on the door.
“Mike?” Val called from inside.
“Yeah, it’s me. I hope I’m not disturbing you.” I replied.
“No not at all. Come on in, it’s open.”
I wandered inside into the living room. Val was wearing a pink T-shirt and faded blue jeans and sitting on the rug doing some light stretching whilst she watched TV. She smiled up at me and clicked the TV off with the remote. She jumped lithely to her feet and greeted me with a strong handshake. I couldn’t help but think she looked pretty good. The T-shirt showed off her slim feminine figure and the jeans nicely accentuated her strong, slender legs.
She must have caught me looking because she looked down at herself and then laughed. “Should I have dressed up?” She teased.
“Oh no, no…You look, um, pretty great.” I fumbled nervously.
She brushed off my embarrassment. “Come on, you dope. Let’s get started.”
We sat down and Val proceeded to ask me various questions about my training, my fitness regime and diet. She even made a few notes on a legal pad from time to time. After about 20 minutes she stood up and beckoned me to do the same. I assumed she was going to demonstrate a few exercises or stretches to me.
“Ok, Mike.” She stood with her hands on her slender hips, one hip slightly cocked towards me. “I’ve got a pretty good idea of where you are but I need to make a few more checks. Would you hold your arms up above your head please?”
“Sure.” I said, holding my arms up. Val proceeded to walk around me slowly. For a second I had an uncomfortable reminder of the James Bond film “From Russia With Love” where Rosa Klebb punches the assassin Grant in the stomach with brass knuckles to test his toughness.
Fortunately Val did not seem to be packing a knuckle-duster. Instead I was aware of her fingertips probing at my lats. She then tested and squeezed my traps and delts.
I began to wonder what she up to. As if reading my mind she said, “Just need to test your muscle tone and resilience.” I stood still and let her continue her examination. Hell, there were much worse ways to spend an evening.
Things were fine until, standing behind me, she bunched her fingers just below my armpits. I started to quiver slightly in anticipation that she might try and tickle me.
“You OK there, Mike?” She murmured.
“Yeah, yeah. It’s all good.” I replied, and then bit my lip.
“Wonderful.” She murmured. Then she quickly ran her bunched fingers down the sides of my ribs to my hips.
I lost control at the sudden sensation. I yelped and brought my arms down quickly by my sides. Val was instantly abashed and stepped around to face me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. You must be a little ticklish there.” She smiled, one hand covering her mouth.
“Uh…yeah. Just a little bit. I think you caught me unawares there.”
“I’m so sorry.” She giggled. “I really should have checked first. I guess I just didn’t think you’d be ticklish.”
“It’s fine really.” I was determined not to be undone by a little tickling. “What do we do next?”
She smiled at me. “Slip your T-shirt off, I’m going to get you to do a few exercises and I want to see how good your muscle co-ordination is.”
I gaped at her for a second and and hesitated.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Oh come on, don’t be shy. For the second time that day she lifted up my T-shirt and together we pulled it over my head and then Val tossed it onto the sofa. She looked at me appraisingly and then nodded. “OK, first off I want you to do a set of push-ups to failure and then we’ll do some ab work.”
I dropped down and started to pump as many reps as I could and then Val put me through a battery of stomach exercises. She had me perform crunches, reverse crunches, leg raises, static planks and a few things I had never seen before. My stomach muscles were on fire by the end of it and I was breaking a sweat.
As I lay on my back sucking down air, Val knelt down beside me and pressed her palms against my stomach. Her hands were surprisingly cool and I nearly jack-knifed in surprise.
“That was pretty good.” She said, ignoring my physical reaction. I began to realise that I was getting a little excited by all this. I hoped I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Before things went that far, Val got to her feet and looked down at me. “Mike, I want to give your abs a special little massage. I think yours might be overtight. It’ll mean I stand on your tummy and massage it with my feet, do you think you can handle that?”
“I’ll give it a go.” I replied, sounding a little more convinced than I felt.
I gasped slightly as Val stepped up on to me, one foot on my chest and on my stomach. She can’t have weighed more than 100 lbs. soaking wet and her size six feet were dainty and smooth but I was amazed at the pressure on my torso.
Val explained how I should relax and breath and she guided me through a series of tension/relaxation exercises until having her stand on me was more bearable. She stood above me, her hands resting lightly on her hips and swaying from side to side as she shifted her weight from her toes to the balls of her feet, along the arches, to the heels and back again.
“Having fun down there, hun?” She queried cheerily.
“Never better.” I managed to croak. If I didn’t know better I would have sworn Val was enjoying this a lot more than me. I had to admit that she could give a damn good stomach massage with her feet.
After what seemed like hours but was really only a couple of minutes. Val hopped lightly to the carpet, her feet straddling either side of me. “How does that feel now?”
I took a deep breath. “Well a lot slimmer for one thing.” My stomach felt kind of tingly and I was strangely tired. I didn’t even want to attempt to stand up just yet.
Val beamed down at me and then sat down, her firm, round butt planted squarely at the tops of my thighs. I was suddenly aware that not only did she look good she smelled really nice too. I was alarmed that I might get a little excited again. From where she was sitting it would be very obvious. To make matters worse, Val began to lightly run her fingers along my sides, tapping ever so gently against my ribs. She grinned down at me, her dark eyes twinkling.
“I have a little confession for you, Mike.” She said with mock shyness. “You were kind of lured here under false pretences today.”
“Huh?” I wondered what the hell she was talking about it
As if on cue I heard the front door open and a few sets of footsteps. Val looked over her shoulder and called out, “in the lounge, guys.”
I craned up to see Kate and Mel, two of Becky’s other friends enter the room.
Kate smiled down at me. She was looking as tanned and sparkly as ever in a red T-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her T-shirt had a psychedelic floral logo and her white webbing belt had the word “sexy” embroidered throughout its length. I began to feel very self-conscious on the rug as I was shirtless and being straddled by an attractive woman.
“Hey there, Mike. You comfortable?” She asked with a wide grin on her face.
Mel slipped off her jacket to reveal a peach-coloured tank top and black pants. She knelt down next to me and brushed her long, tawny hair back over her coffee-coloured shoulders. “Wow, Val. Looks like he’s all ready.” She giggled and poked me in the side, causing me to flinch.
“OK, ladies, you know the drill.” Val sang, cheerfully.
Quick as a flash, Mel seized my arms and pulled them above my head before kneeling across my forearms.
Behind Val, Kate sat on my legs and pulled off my blue Etnies.
“What the hell’s going on?” I blurted.
“Haha, you’ll see!” Val giggled, waggling a finger at me. She looked over at the door. “Well come on in, babe. He’s all ready down here.”
I heard footsteps and looked up to see Becky enter the room.
“Becky! You wanna tell me what’s going on here?” I exclaimed indignantly.
She looked at my shyly. Her big brown eyes looked larger than normal behind her glasses. She was too cute for me to stay mad at for long.
“Go on, Becks, tell him what’s up.” Val said, enjoying herself immensely.
Becky smiled a little nervously. “I have to admit I found out about those tickling stories you write.”
I felt the blood drain from my face. I kept that private from pretty much everyone and now the secret was out. She must have seen my expression because she quickly went to re-assure me.
“Oh don’t worry. I was a little weirded out at first but I read them and they’re actually kinda cool. Pretty kinky at times.” She added with a grin. This was a development. I was torn between feeling embarrassed that Becky knew about my stories and being secretly pleased that she dug them.
“So what’s this? Unless I do something for you guys you’ll tell people about this?”
Becky looked a little surprised at this. “Oh no. I know Val likes tickling so I showed her the stories too. I said it would be fun to put you through what your heroines endure in your stories so we cooked up a little scheme.”
My mind reeled. Was she saying what I thought she was saying? “What exactly do you mean?”
The three girls sitting on me giggled and then Becky replied. “You know, tickle torture. We’re going to tickle torture you.” She was growing in boldness now and flashed me the most mischievous of grins. “And guess what? There’s not a damn thing you can do to stop us!”
…
My heart began to pound as the impact of Becky’s words sank in. Here I was being pinned down at the mercy of four attractive women who planned to tickle the hell out of me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Although I liked writing stories about women being tickled I was not averse to the idea of falling prey to fiendish feathers and fingers myself. At the same time I was a bit nervous. Val had obviously got me shirtless for a reason and I was pretty sure that once these lovely ladies went to work on me I was going to get turned on – I could feel faint stirrings already. This could get pretty embarrassing.
As I was thinking this I felt a stray bead of sweat trickle out of my hairline and slide down my cheek. This did not go unnoticed and Mel almost squealed in delight.
“Ooh! Look at that! I think poor Mikey is feeling a little hot and bothered at the thought of us little girlies tickling him. Am I right Mike?”
I grinned sheepishly as the girls chuckled at my plight and “oohed” and “ahhed” in mock sympathy.
“Is that right, Mike? Are you nervous?” Val teased. “Well you should be!” Her slender fingers appeared before my eyes and she wiggled them and then began to hover them over my body.
“Watch for the twitching ladies. See when he looks a little nervy or tense, that’s where he’ll be ticklish. Hmmm… Looks to me like just about all of him needs to be tickled, how fun!”
Val’s hands rested lightly on my ribs and her fingers began to drum lightly. She winked down at me. Kate craned to look over Val’s shoulder and grinned at my discomfort. I felt Mel’s hands on my elbows and then they began to slowly move down my upper arms towards my armpits.
The depth of my breathing increased as I contemplated my position. I knew exactly what they were trying to do. They were letting the anticipation build to make me more ticklish. It was working too.
Val looked up at Becky who stood a little way away watching the events unfold with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “Hey, honey, come and join us all down here.”
Becky eagerly came and knelt down by my side. She smirked down at me and then shook her head. “Oh my gosh. I can’t believe we are really going to do this.” She said breathlessly.
Val gave her a small wink. “Watch and learn, sweetie, watch and learn.” She nodded at Mel and then she looked down at me with an impish expression on her face. “So Mike, how many ribs do you have?”
“Huh?” I craned to look up at her. “Is this a trick question?”
“Ahhh.” Val responded with a slow nod. “I guess you don’t know. Don’t worry, I’m going to count them for you.”
Her fingers slid down my sides to rest at the top of my stomach, just below my ribs. Her fingers fanned out, the tips resting lightly on my floating ribs and then quietly they began to vibrate slightly.
I bit my lip at this sensation and lay there trembling helplessly and holding my breath as Val teased the length of the rib and slowly intoned, “Oooonnnnnne….”
Now Mel leaned forward a little and hunkered down over me. Some of her hair fell forward and tickled me under the nose. I was aware that if I looked up I could her breasts suspended above me, the flowery pattern on her bra was nearly visible through her peach top. As I pondered this rather pleasing sight I felt Val’s firm, round butt wiggle on my hips as she settled into position.
I could feel the tension building down south in my boxers and I knew that Val must have been aware of it too. She kneaded her fingers in the spaces between my ribs as she continued her ticklish counting. For my part I was struggling not to laugh. I figured it would be bad to show a weakness this early on.
I hadn’t cracked yet but was massively preoccupied with Mel’s shirtfront and the firm thighs locked around my hips. Mel broke into my concentration by lightly running her fingertips in my armpits.
“Nyahhhh haha….hey!” I exclaimed. I began to squirm a little as the two women continued their tickling.
“Oh shoot!” Val muttered. I lost count of your ribs Mike. Gonna have to start again.”
“Onetwothreefourfive!” She blurted and her strong fingers were all over my ribs tickling in earnest.
“Shiiiiit!” I laughed. I squirmed from side to side but I figure Val must have been a rodeo rider in a previous incarnation because I could not budge her at all. With my arms stretched overhead my ribs were completely exposed and stretched taut. Val took full advantage of this and alternated between firm ticklish massages, kneading, drumming and fluttering her fingertips her there and everywhere.
Above me, Mel was chuckling away as she sat on my arms. “Tickle, tickle, tickle!” She chanted, and then she began to lightly rake my armpits with her fingernails. I immediately jerked on my arms and tried to pull them down to protect myself but Mel had them snug under her legs and I could do nothing.
I laughed and pleaded as I struggled. I whipped my head from side to side but I could still make out the playful expressions on the girls’ faces. I could also tell that Val loved being able to dominate me like this. They teased me constantly.
“Awwww, are you ticklish?”
“Oooh…look how ticklish you are here. I barely even touched you”
“Did I tickle this ribbie yet? Well no time like the present!”
Kate was obviously feeling left out now and started to pinch and tickle my knees. She worked her fingers under my legs and tickled the backs of my knees.
I gulped and gurgled with laughter, my feet bicycling on the rug. Tears of laughter mingled with perspiration and I could my back was damp against the rug. I raised my head to plead for a respite but as I did so Mel started to tickle my neck and ears and I couldn't even get the words out.
I lay back utterly helpless as the women happily played me like a piano and boy, did they hit all the high notes!
Val sat up and addressed her lovely lieutenants. “Becky, this is my favourite part, I want you to pay close attention. Mel, Kate, hold him tight!”
“Ok, Mike,” Val purred. She leaned forward so we were almost nose to nose and looked down at me, her dark eyes twinkling with ticklish hunger. “Now you’re really going to find out why they call me the Ab-mistress.”
…
I trembled with giddy excitement as I contemplated the idea of my stomach at the mercy of Val’s tender attentions. I was quite sensitive about my stomach and although I couldn’t boast a 6 pack it was flat and firm and in the right light it could look reasonably ripped. I loved it when a girl would pay attention to my stomach but it had never happened like this before.
Val seemed to sense my excitement. She raised an eyebrow inquisitively, the ghost of a smile playing across her lips. She tightened her knees around my hips and rubbed her hands together in gleeful preparation.
I tensed my stomach muscles but I could feel them begin to quiver slightly as I stifled my giggles of anticipation.
“Oooh! This is gonna be fun!” Val said teasingly. “I’m just gonna warm you up a little first.”
“Wait, wait! I’m not quite ready yet.” Kate interrupted. I looked up at the curvy brunette. She had moved off my legs and scooted round to sit opposite Becky. I saw that she was fumbling with a small handheld digital camera.”
I tried to sit up but failed as Mel was sitting snugly on my arms. “What the hell…” I began, but Val touched a finger to my lips.
“Don’t worry, this is a private movie, you can see it if you like but we never show these to anyone else.”
“Uh… I dunno about this.” I continued, uncertainly.
“Hey look.” Val said. “How about this, you can take the tape afterwards and you can decide what to do with it. Now just lie back and relax.” She added with a wink. “You might even enjoy this.”
Val placed both of her palms on my chest and gently pressed me back into a lying position, then slowly slide her hands down to rest on my belly.
She spread her fingers wide and swept her thumbs back and forth on either side of my belly button.
“OK Mike.” She whispered huskily. “I’m going to count down from five and then you are going to get one hell of a tickling.”
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