Be careful what you wish for...

ticklishscribe · Feb 6, 2005

Be Careful What You Wish For...
Inspired by Tickleshotel,
Written by Ticklishscribe.
c. 2005.

Laurie stood practically on her tiptoes, her arms high and taught above her head; wrists in soft leather cuffs... Her armpits were now wide open and helpless, her ribs and tummy bare and unprotected and her feet totally alone and at the will of Gordon's mercy.

"You look lovely in just panties and socks." Gordon quietly spoke.

She jerked at his words, the first words he had spoken since tying her standing.

"I'll bet you never thought I'd see you in this light. So naked, so virgin and oh so accessible."

She jerked again, realizing what meant by this.

He stood before her, cupped her chin in his hand and softly kissed her and immediately she kissed back. She had enjoyed his kisses from the moment they had met. But this kiss she was trying to savour and lengthen, to avoid her impending tickle as long as possible.

Her nerve endings were standing at attention. In fact they were so rigid they were at the breaking point and she was on the edge. She was getting tinglier with each word he spoke, with each touch of his fingers and each movement of his body. She wanted to scream, but her voice wouldn't function properly. She wanted to run, but the bonds prevented that.

She jerked, feeling a tongue teasing and tickling her right ear and then feeling it being nibbled. She could feel his warm breath on her ear and cheek and she strained to keep her ears from his taunting feather tongue..

"I can't believe how virgin you look, beyond my wildest dreams." He quietly spoke again. "Your pictures don't do you any sort of justice.

To him she was also adorable. At just 4 feet six inches tall she was a cuddly little teddy bear, a ball of fire to boot, and with a personality to match.

"I can say the same." She replied. You're cuter in person too."

Gordon smiled back at her and kissed once more. He continued kissing her lips and then without warning began to kiss lower and lower, kissing her cheeks, her chin and her neck. Then he entered her left armpit, kissing the tender, smooth, sensitive skin.

"Oh sheeeeeeiiiiiiit." She replied, flinching then writhing intensely.

He gripped her flanks, causing her to flinch again and continued kissing the left pit. He then added nibbles and that set off her giggles which quickly turned non-stop. With what little movement she had left she twisted and turned in her bondage, twisting and turning on her toes and trying everything to brings her arms down. His nibbling was incessant and was beginning to become torture to her and she flinched once again as she suddenly felt five fingers now fluttering in her right pit. Her giggles now turned to throaty cackles and she continued to writhe as the five fingers spider tickled her pit and the nibbling went on and on."

She wanted more then ever now to bring her arms down, to stop the spider tickles and nibbles. The lightness of his touch was driving her insane and the more he tickled the more she cackled.

"I know you've been waiting for this." He teased, now spider tickling both pits. "I know you've been thinking about this moment all the way here and in fact, ever since you decided to let me tickle you in person. Ahhhh, it's going to be a wonderful week."

Laurie's eyes were tightly clenched shut and she practically hopped from one foot to another. She was in pure agony as the delicate tickles ravaged her armpits and she continued to cackle wildly.

Suddenly his fingers dug in, causing her to scream with laughter and writhe wildly. The ten torturous fingers were everywhere, spider tickling and dancing all over and under the armpits, from the very edges down into the deepest recesses. The tickling sensations went immediately to her brain and then exploded and imploded.

"My you are enjoying this. I seem to be making your wildest dreams come true."

"Oh sheeeeeeiiiiiiitahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"And I have been waiting to hear that sweet intense laughter live even since we talked on the phone for the first time." He teased further, continuing to spider tickle. "I remember when I almost drove you off the road, while you were cybering with me from your car. And now you're here and I am so glad you are beyond my
wildest dreams. I hope the rest of you is just as, if not more ticklish."

He loved watching her react to his touch and he made sure that he got the maximum reaction from each and every touch. His surgical tickles were inciting wave after wave of guttural laughter and intense writhing. He loved the fact that she was under his total control, that he could turn her on and off at will. Every time he'd stop tickling her, the laughter would immediately but slowly subside along with the writhing. To not turn her off completely, he would apply light to firm random strokes in random places, keeping her on the edge and a high level of uncertainty.

His ten fingers continued to dig in and tickle about, stroking every millimetre of ticklish skin. The virgin softness of her skin was a pleasure for him to stroke and he made sure that he wriggled his fingers as he stroked. This drove her wild and brought forth more insane laughter and intense writhing.

"Perhaps I should give you a break."

He began circling her and as he did so, he gave her the occasional in the pits, ribs and tummy to keep her off balance. He knew that it didn't tickle there, but that it pleasured her and told her that this would be used to his sensual satisfaction. She tried to keep him in her sights, but every time he poked her she would clench her eyes shut.

She immediately felt fingers enter her armpits and rest like spiders on a web ready to pounce. Instantly her writhing started again and she tried to bring her arms down.

"My my. We are having a problem."

The giggles were constant now and her writhing was much the same. She was a Jello jiggler is there ever was one and he was delighting in it all.

"Having a little trouble with our arms are we? Would we so much like to bring them down? Well if we did, I couldn't do this."

She squirmed a little as she felt his soft, feather touch. She bit her lip, trying as hard as she could not to laugh. His fingers began in a swirling motion and glided across her sensitive armpits. Then with lightning swiftness, he dug them in and she erupted with shrieks of laughter.

"OOOOHSSHHEEEEIIIITTTT!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Her head was rapidly moving from side to side, her mouth was wide open and he started tickling in earnest.

He stroked her armpit long and soft. He made circles for a while, tracing the outline of the underarm then meandering through the deepest recess. He started stroking up and down through the armpit. He leaned across her to do her other underarm. He started with the circles again and while she still laughed terribly, she almost felt as if she could stand it. But then, just as she felt she could maybe regain some part of her shaking sanity, the stroking made her dissolve into intense laughter and struggling.

"We are having fun aren't we? Are my fingers torturous to you? Are you wishing you'd never come here, or are you thanking God for the ecstasy I'm giving you. At least it's ecstasy. to me."

The spider tickling began again and once again she writhed violently. Between the laughter she grunted as she writhed and danced from one set of toes to the other.

"Oh gaaaawwwwwwwdddddd, pleeaaaaasssssseeee aaaaahhhhhhppppp!"

"Sorry sweetheart, but this God doesn't want to stop. All these years of celibacy have to be made up for."

Laurie was doing the ten-toe break dance ballet and her laughter continued to flow like a raging river. Little rivulets of sweat now began to flow downward, following her sensual Teddy Bear shape. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her head whipped from side to side, matching the dance. Even though he was just tickling her armpits, she felt her whole body on fire and wanted more than anything for those fires to be quenched.

"My, my are we doing a little, shall I say, dirty dancing? Well it doesn't look dirty to me. In fact, it looks sensually exquisite."

"Oh gaaaawwwwwwwdddddd!"

"Oh how I love it when you call my name. Cooch, cooch, cooch."

"Oh gaaaawwwwwwwdddddd don't say that!"

"Awwwwww... Don't say what? Cooch, cooch, cooch."

"Oh gaaaawwwwwwwddddddahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Okay, more armpit tickling."

As each pit was thoroughly explored Laurie's laughter became music to his ears. He liked tickling armpits and concentrated on her deep recesses, digging and stroking his way up and down. He then put all ten of his fingers on her right pit. Pressing lightly, he began sliding them back and forth beginning to explore every millimetre. She squirmed as much as the bonds would let her and continued to laugh. With that, he dug his fingers into her pits and she erupted with full-bore laughter. His fingers once again made contact with both of her pits and she practically swung like a chandelier.

"Shall I try one of my trusty tickle toys on your perfectly purring pits?"

Trusty tickle toys? Laurie really began to writhe now and tried to look behind her where he had gone, but she wasn't able to turn that far. Suddenly she saw and felt something going over her head and then equally as sudden the lights went out. The sudden darkness followed by a sudden and flicker of a spider tickling on her pits set her to writhing and laughing again.

"Oh I am so glad you still wanted to try a blindfold, as it's always darkest before it's pitch black. I'd say goodnight, but what's good in it for you."

He now picked up a feather duster and casually flicked it over her nose. Instantly she tried to bite it, but each time she tried, he would hold it a hair's thickness from her reach. Flicking the duster more he teased her ears, going from one to another each time she moved her head to cover that one up.

She was desperate to protect her ears, as a whole bush of feathers was driving her absolutely mad.

My, my, we don't like my duster do we. Not even when I flick it here?" He flicked it across the left ear then the right ear and with each flick she writhed wildly.

"Oooooohhhh, you're the first girl I've met that had ticklish ears." He put down the duster, picked up two single feathers and began stroking the insides of her ears.

It was pure torture for her that she could only protect one ear at a time and her head snapped from side to side. What was adding to the torture was that she couldn't see the feathers and as such the slightest touch of the tips drove her crazy.

"Your head can run, but it can't hide and my feathers can go anywhere they please. "

He then moved his hands slowly down to her armpits and with that came another eruption and more bucking wildly, thrusting her chest in the air and beginning to scream with laughter. All the while he continued to dig his fingers into her armpits and voraciously tickle all over. Then suddenly he stopped and she once again eagerly stole any breath she could get.

She braced herself for the sensual assault on her neck, but squealed when the feather trailed off and entered the soft and deep recess that was one of her armpits. Now the feather ballet danced and pirouetted all over, probing the very centre then outward, teasing the edge. He teased and tormented the left pit then the right and then began doing them both at will, making sure that he didn't fall into rhythm that she could get used to. Again she tried to bring her arms down, but the bonds prevented that and she strained at them and writhed intensely.

Without warning, he leaned forward and again gently kissed the heights and depths of her left armpit and once more delighted in her reaction. Still another kiss had her writhing and doing the ballet break dance. Still more kisses and still more writhing and dancing.

Again he stopped suddenly and again she grabbed for air. A sudden short sharp poke to her left armpit with a quill caused her to jerk and this was followed by several more, but now at random in location. She could feel them all over her now and not where the next one would strike, she had no way of defending herself. The quill tickled as much as his fingers did and again the guttural giggles came forth.

"Oh how do I tickle thee, let me count the ways as I do them. For is this a feather that I see before me?"

"OHHHHHHHGAAAAWDDDDDNNNNOOOO. YOOUURREEVVIIILL!" Laurie tried to back away from his voice, but being tied on tiptoes didn't allow that.

"And I love how you came up all this way to find out."

The feather touched her armpit like a psychotic butterfly, and she again wanted anything to bring her arms down. Now her whole body was in constant movement and now hearty giggles and several long drawn out "Oh shits" were erupting from within her.

His feather was now ballet-like over her left armpit, and he stroked her pit as slow as possible. She shivered and shuttered even more at this slight touch and her breath quickened again.

"I must explore your armpits more." He said softly, putting the feather down then placing his fingertips into the deep recesses of her virgin pits and pressing lightly."

"OHSHEEEEIT." Was her almost breathless response, followed by intense writhing.

He silently walked behind her then turned his back to her and reached for her left ankle and straddled her leg blacksmith style. She instantly knew what he was going for and writhed her sock foot all over.

"Awwwwwwwwwwww now what's the matter Laurie, does this silky soft sensual and sensitive foot have a problem with me playing with it? Well your feet are my dream feet and I'm not about to give up my dreams."

She struggled and writhed as he cupped his hand around the top of her foot, keeping it taught and still. Her breath quickened as the room got silent and she prayed he would stop. Her prayers were rudely interrupted by a scream as a single finger meandered along her sole from toes to heel. Intense guttural giggling and laughter quickly followed the scream, as the torturous finger tickled non-stop.

"OHHHHHHHGAAAAWDDDDDNNNNOOOO.AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She danced around on one foot, as the tickling sensations shot through her like a rocket. She arched her free foot to keep her toes firmly on the ground, so that she wouldn't be just hanging by the ropes.

"Shall I shoe this horse now Laurie? " He went through the motions of putting a horseshoe on her foot, then taking a feather, used the quill end to tap in the nails.

She went wild as he poked her sensitive sole and she fought to stay on her toes. But every time she got the upper hand on that, the poking would steal her sense of balance. The worst place was the point where the ball of her foot met the top of the arch and every time he poked there she really went wild.

"Awwwwwwww... This horsy doesn't like getting shoed does she. And I still have another hoof to go too."

Laurie couldn't respond she was laughing so hard and trying to maintain her balance. But each poke was causing her laugh even harder and was wearing her down at the same time.

"I forgot to ask what size horseshoe you take Laurie. In that case, I may have just put the wrong size on your foot. And so I may have to put on another one."

Laurie groaned and laughed more, trying desperately to free her foot. She went wild as he bent each toe back and rapidly poked the quill several times into the joint.

He turned and looked at her, and seeing her about to go limp, decided to go to the next position. Untying the rope from her wrists he held her and she went limp in has arms. She was still giggly from laughing and he could feel her warm body and trickles of sweat as some of them meandered of her body and on to his. Laying her on the bed, he gently manoeuvred her into the centre and as he did so she just lay there and continued to giggle. He then gazed at her teddy bearness then snuggled in next to her and gently kissed her left ear. She turned her head in his direction, giggles still coming from her, then put her arm around him. He felt her warmth again and reciprocated by holding her also. He could still feel her shivering and shaking from the intense tickling he had given her.

"Oh gawwwwd I am so exhausted right now." She spoke softly.

"And so warm and sweaty with tickles too." He added. "And you looked as though were beginning to cum too."

"Oh gawwwwd... I did a little I think. I was just barely starting to when you stopped tickling."

Gordon looked at her then straddled her, laying fully on top of her and kissing her again. "Ooooh..." He softly spoke. "I think I can fix that."

He sat up and softly and playfully began to stroke, tease and pinch her nipples. With what little strength she tried pushing his hands away, trying to defend her nipples from his sensual tickles.

"Oh gawwwwd noooooooooooooo!"

"Oh gawwwwd yesssssssssssssss." He replied softly, imitating her.

She could feel a change in her nipples as he continued stroking, teasing and pinching and it was beginning to feel so good.

He smiled as he watch her squirm underneath him, knowing that something sensual was happening inside of her. He stopped and gently placed her hands above her head, smiling sweetly as he did so. Gently positioning her wrists in the soft leather cuffs he strapped them on her, then sat back to admire her half-helpless state. He could feel her waist writhing under him, and he squirmed on top of her to imitate her again. He rested his hands on the outside of her breasts and began to massage her nipples with his thumbs. She immediately squirmed more, tried to arch her back and let out a soft short moan, immediately followed by two more.

"Hmmmm, I think someone is getting horny here."

She let out a couple of more short moans and then giggled. She couldn't decide which she wanted now, more tickling, or the sensual tickling he was now giving her. She could feel her nipples getting hard and indeed her breasts getting warm all over and she continued to squirm. Now she was divided as to whether he should just take her, continue the sensual tickling or just plain tickle her. All she did know was that she wanted release from somewhere and she wanted it now.

"Oh myyyyyyyyyy gawwwwd!" She continued to squirm under him. "Oh gawwwwd, you're getting me so fucking horny!"

He giggled softly and evilly. "Such power I have over you Laurie, such power to divide your senses three ways."

She jerked at the thought that he had almost read her mind. His thumbs still massage her ever-hardening nipples and were now also massaging her areolas as well. She couldn't stop squirming as both of her breasts were on fire and he was massaging those fires into a sensual frenzy. She was also beginning to sweat again and its trickling down her body began its own tickling of her.

"I recently read that after a woman has had an orgasm, she is 100% more sensitive. So how horny can you get sweetheart, or more to the point... how horny can I get you BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

Oh God she said to herself, now knowing what he was up to. First he would slowly build up an orgasm within her, letting her crest and cum at the last possible moment. Then when her senses were really at their peak and most defenceless, he would begin tickling her again. She tried to bring her arms down but the leather restraints held them firm and all she could was tug at them in defiance. She felt him squirming on top of her; felt her silk panties shift under his weight and it was beginning to feel so good, that a part of her wanted to rush headlong into this sensual ecstasy that she was feeling. But at the same time she was trying to quell such feelings, as this was the first time they had met and uncertainty made her not want to rush anything.

Suddenly his hands left her breasts and began spidering her pits again. She now desperately wanted to bring her arms down as he entered her armpits and began to slowly massage them. The guttural giggles returned and her head rolled from side to side.

"You want me to go back to your sensually stimulating breasts; I was getting sensuously hot there. Or shall I continue with these delicious pits."

She jerked at his words again, now knowing completely what her reactions were to him massaging her breasts. Her senses were divided even more now and her brain was almost in overload, as the spider tickling and her guttural giggles were in full force.

"Ahhh back to the laughter, but you loved the sensual massage too didn't you. And I have the squirming feeling under me that you didn't want it to stop. Well, perhaps I could fulfill both your sensual and strokable fantasies." With that his left hand once more began to massage her right breast.

For her the tickling was one thing, but to add the sensual stroking and massaging of her breast was making her even more unstable. She was now guttural giggling and moaning at the same time and squirming like crazy.

"I am totally enjoying your tickle."

The mere and casual mention of the word "Tickle," or even the words "Tickled, tickling" and "ticklish," caused her to jerk and tense at her bonds. She tried to imagine him in her position with her tickling him senseless, but the images wouldn't come. The nipple kissing and fondling was too distracting and the little tickles that went with them were wreaking havoc on her now extremely sensitive nerve endings. The previous tickling that afternoon had increased her sensitivity and now she was one giant nerve ending.

"Oh myyyyyyyyyygawwwwd I can't take this!"

"I know... that's what makes it even sweeter. The fact that I'm driving your senses almost into oblivion." He continued to tickle and massage. "The fact that tickle by tickle, body part by body part I am slowly upping the anti. Until finally, when you are so hot and sensitive, I claim the one prize on your body that makes everything else seem like nothing."

What prize was he referring to, she asked of herself. They had agreed on no sex.

"Just wait till I get my hands on those deliciously ticklish feet sweetheart, I'll have you gutturally cackling orgasms in no time. Ah, such lovely size 2's. But from the way you're acting, they could be size 22's and that's oh so inviting."

OH MY GOD! He was setting her up to go for those feet big time! She instantly and violently writhed her legs to gain the freedom that was now the only thing on her mind. But the tickling and massaging kept dividing her senses and she now wanted him to stop more than ever.

"N-N-N-NOO-O-O-OOO F-F-F-F-EEEEEEEET-T-T-T!" She continued to violently writhe her legs all over, kicking and thrashing.

He got up off her, went to the foot of the bed and grabbed her left ankle. She tried jerking it out of his grip but he held on and grabbed another leather restraint. She could feel her leg being straightened out and she tried to pull it free, but the restraint was around the ankle and he was securing it to the bottom left corner of the bed. Grabbing her other flailing leg, he restrained and tied it off too.

"Would you like me to sensually cuddle your feet with tickle cuddles?"

OH MY GOD! She thought to herself. What in heaven's name were tickle cuddles. Her feet writhed all over and she shrieked as he suddenly reached out and tweaked her big toes, then streaked a single finger up each of her soles.

"Ah Laurie, I have been dreaming about these feet ever since I saw their photo. And now they are all mine for as long as I want them to be."

Her feet writhed even more and she groaned.

"Shall I nibble that softness that is these feet?" He grabbed her big toes again. "Shall I sensuously nibble them from heels to toes, say starting with the five-course meal that I would make of the toes on each foot."

"Oh gawwwwdnoooooooooooooo!"

Once again fingers streaked up her soles, causing her to shriek again and writhe them all over.

He came up and nestled in beside her once more and began single finger stroking her nipples again. Immediately her back arched and she hung there for a moment then thrashed around.

"Oh gawwwwd!"

He giggled gutturally. "This is so awesomely delicious sweetheart; I have you on the edge of the edge. All I have to do is just look at your senses and they jump."

She didn't want to give away the fact that he was right. Her entire body, right down to the last nerve ending was precariously dangling from his finger on a fine string. She needed even craved release, but her senses were so entangled with each other that she didn't know what kind of release she wanted. His fingers were on her breasts once more and she again thrashed around.

He giggled gutturally again, got off the bed and went back to the foot of it. Once again he stroked her left sock covered sole, only this time stroking back downward as well.

"Oh gawwwwdnnnnnoooooo please no more feet!" She was writhing again.

"Perhaps I should tie these toes back before I nibble them to a frenzy. But first, your feet look so appealing that I must be a peeling those socks off. And before I begin how slow would like me to do it."

"Oh gawwwwd don't do that!" Instantly her foot began to writhe all over.

Sliding single fingers in between her sock and her foot, he began to slowly peel it downward. No matter which way her foot writhed, she couldn't stop the sock from being peeled off and she begged him to leave it on. He then suddenly stopped and began to tug at the toe of the sock.

She could feel each tug, could feel her sock sliding off her foot and she wanted desperately to stop it. Even the sliding of the soft cotton fabric was tickling her as it traveled up her sole and she shivered and writhed intensely. She felt it bunched up around her toes and she clenched them to keep it on. She jerked as ten fingers went to work, tugging and peeling it away from each toe.

He bent the toes on her left foot back and rapidly slid his fingers from side to side. Her laughter instantly erupted once more and she thrashed and gutturally cackled. This was a brand new technique he was using and it was driving her totally crazy. Her foot bucked in his hands and her leg pumped like crazy as the tickling was talking its toll.

She was now promising him anything if he wouldn't tickle her feet, promising him that he could tickle her anywhere else he chose, only not her feet. He giggled evilly again and now began to slowly slid his fingers from side to side. This caused her to writhe more and beg even more as well. He was slowly torturing her foot, knowing that it was driving her totally insane. He had her exactly where he wanted her and knew he could carry this on for hours if he so chose to.

She writhed even more, feeling five fingers rapidly and repeatedly stroking her arch and she gutturally cackled on and on. She knew he had waited for this moment for a long time and that he wasn't about to stop soon, yet she prayed he would show some mercy and stop.

"As you said Laurie, you have soft skin on your feet and to me these feet of yours are heaven and ecstasy in one. And I'm going to have the most exquisite time exploring every millimetre of these feet. From dusters to vibrators, you'll feel it all. And before you start asking about me showing some mercy, I should tell you that that isn't my plans for your tickling."

Laurie groaned and cackled more, writhing about on the bed, her head snapping from side to side. This was agony personified for her and she wanted anything for it to stop.

Suddenly, as if her prayers were answered, he stopped and she took in as much air as she could get. A sudden whirring noise caused her to jump and she felt her big toe being bent back. She jumped and writhed more as bristles began to stroke on her big toe joint in a circular motion and as well in an up and down motion. Once again the guttural cackles and giggles began to flow forth and she could feel her other toes being bent back and the whirring bristles of the electric toothbrush moving across their joints as well. The bristles went back and forth across the joints and she arched her back and strained in her bondage.

She was again frantically promising him anything if he wouldn't tickle her feet, promising him that he could tickle her anywhere else he chose, only not her feet. He only giggled evilly again and continued the torturous tickling.

Just as suddenly as he had stopped stroking, the toothbrush stopped tickling and was turned off. The respite was short lived, as a quick flicker of short strokes to the arch got her cackling and writhing again as she felt the quill end of a feather stroking the very centre. From heel to toes the quill went, short stroking all the way and paying special attention to her arches the ball of her foot and the joints of her toes. Her leg pumped like crazy and her foot writhed in his grip.

"I'll bet you never dreamed it was going to be like this did you sweetheart. Well I have many more tickles to go and many more tools to use." With that another round of short strokes with the quill followed and she once again cackled gutturally and writhed intensely.

The feather end instantly replaced the quill and its soft tendrils again flitted like a psychotic butterfly. As it danced across her sole and probed between her toes, he felt the power in her foot surge and it was as though every ounce of strength she had left in her was focused on her tickled foot. He thoroughly enjoyed the power he had over her and continued the feathering. Long strokes, and then short strokes, never falling into a rhythm that she could get used to, as he flitted all over and under the sole and foot. He could tell that she was being barraged by one ticklish conniption after another and he was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. Then onced more he suddenly stopped and now gazed at her deliciously adorable foot; feeling the power in it and watching it writhe in his grip.

"Shall I check out these deliciously adorable toes... Some piggies perhaps."

Instantly her toes clenched, and he used two fingers to grip her big toe and slowly bend it back. She fought hard to clench it, but his grip was firm and the toe was his.

"This little piggy came from Arizona to see me and get tickled." He giggled evilly and sensually teasingly tweaked and twisted the toe and she went wild under him. He had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still.

"Are you planning to make my playing piggies on your other toes a challenge, hmmmmm?" He grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, and then once more he sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted.

"This little piggy got tied down and tickled by five merciless and torturous fingers."

She continued to go wild under him, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.

"My. My, such a ticklish little toe. I should stay longer on this one."

His words shot through her like a bolt of lightning from a hot summer thunder storm and she went even wilder under him. She begged him to cease the torture that he was giving her now and again promised him that he could tickle her anywhere else.

"But I've only just started playing the piggies and it can't be that bad can it?" Was his reply, as he still tweaked and twisted the tormented tootsie. "

She was in ticklish abandon and she let him know it through her wild struggles, laughter and begging.

"Well then, if this is torture for you, perhaps I should stroke your foot again, as that might not be so torturous." He added a few spidertickles from heel to toes and her intense, guttural giggling, cackling and begging was almost one as she continued to writhe.

This little piggy" He said grasping the middle toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy went into ticklish abandon and had a ticklish conniption."

She was hysterical now, the bed was rocking and her laughter was overflowing to filling the room and bouncing off the walls. He was continuing to delight in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that he had total control of her. Her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and he delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and he spent a little extra time on each toe.

"And this little piggy." He said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy is really going to get tickled, for staying clenched right to the end."

"NO GAAAAAWWWWDDDDD PLEASE DON'T!" More intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release immediately followed her plea and he wriggled the baby toe again.

He suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and he could hear her laboured breath. He could tell that she was on the edge and he wanted to keep there for as long as possible.

"Ahhhhhh, time to introduce to my vibrator with the evil head. Time to get that soft sole of yours strenuously stroked to the point of going way beyond of stretching its limits."

She had heard of this vibe as he had used it on her in cyber chatting and in the numerous phone calls they had with each other. He had described it right down to the last detail and its description had made her shiver.

"Time to do a little cruisin'."

She heard the humming as it was turned on and instantly began writhing again. Feeling his hand cupping her heel again, she desperately tried to free her foot and writhed it all over. He gripped the foot harder and made contact with the vibe to her toes. Instantly she screamed then cackled into life with intense writhing and bucking.

He found THE tickle spot, THE tool with which to tickle it and THE moment he had been dreaming of. She was furiously pounding the bed with her bum and head, cackling gutturally and wildly and all the while trying desperately to beg for her freedom.

"And why do you need this freedom you speak of, when you know you love this and have craved me to do this to you ever since we first met on line." He laughed evilly and now began to cruise the vibe over and under her arch. His words went through her like a winter storm and she shivered intensely. She had craved him to tickle her for a long time and had said so in the many conversations, e-mails and TMF postings. But this was a tickle beyond her wildest thoughts and he was driving her insane.

He continued to cruise the vibe all over and under her arch, letting the entire head caress her sole and then only letting the rim tickle her. With each new position of the vibe she cackled profusely and continued to intensely writhe. The rim tickling of her arch made her scream and she bucked wildly.

"Are we enjoying some good vibrations sweetheart? Well I'm thoroughly enjoying giving them to you and will give you as much as you can take and maybe even a little more." His words seemed to control her, as when he said it, she momentarily froze then writhed even more.

Laurie was bucking and writhing so hard she was practically stretching the bonds that held her. The total control he had over her foot was driving her crazy and she knew that it was only a matter of time, when he would start tickling the other foot and then both feet. Her senses were reeling from the tips of her tormented toes right up to the top of her head and she was going insane with one conniption after another. Each stroke seem to increase the ticklishness inside of her and that was a torture in itself.

"I am so glad you love this vibe; so glad that it's pleasuring you the way it should." He laughed evilly as he said it and continued to stroke her arch. Then suddenly he stopped and began in on the right foot.

"Just think Laurie, three and a half more days of this. Eightyfour more hours."

Even though the foot still had its sock on, the vibe was still torture and Laurie writhed more intensely and once again began begging for release.

"Doooooooonnnnnnnnn'tttttttt IIIIIIIIIII gettttttttttt tooooo seeeeee anyyyyythiing?"

"You see me tickling you, isn't that enough?"

"Nooooooooo!" She pushed out through the laughter.

"Ah well, I suppose a little sight seeing is in order. I guess a couple of hours."

"NOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He suddenly stopped tickling and once again she grabbed for air.

"Would you like my pleasure vibe now?" He asked taking off her right sock.

She was still giggling intensely and writhing. "W-w-w-ha-a-a-t's y-y-y-our p-p-p-p-p-leasure v-v-v-v-v-vibe?"

He got up, sat at her waist then leaned next to her and whispered in her ear. Her eyes opened wide and she jerked.

"Nooooooo!" She growled with guttural giggles. "W-w-w-we a-a-a-agre-e-e-ed, n-n-n-none o-f-f-f th-th-th-that!"

Gordon giggled and kissed her left ear. "Relax, I'm only teasing you."

"Yooooooooo braaaaaaaaaaaaaat!"

He then kissed her on the lips. She immediately stopped giggling and kissed back.

"I wouldn't compromise you for the world.... But I would tickle these armpits some more."

And with that he attacked her tender pits once more and raked his fingers all over the wide open hollows. Sliding his fingers into the deepest recesses he vibrated there and she went wild under him. At his very touch, her body spasmed and expanded then instantly contracted. She wanted desperately to bring her arms down to protect and defend her ticklish pits, but again the bondage didn't allow that. As he tickled her pits he could feel them writhe under him and he slid his fingers further into the deepest recesses them and vibrated them more.

Laurie was bucking like crazy, pounding her head and bum on the bed so hard she was denting the mattress. Her mouth was wide-open and guttural giggles and cackles were flowing forth like the Niagara River flowing over the falls.

"I have you now sweetheart!" He vibrated single fingers in her pits now, tickling the very centres of the deepest recesses and taking her guttural laughter to new heights.

She needed release more than ever now; she needed him to stop tickling as her pits were screaming for freedom. She was beginning to go into silent laughter, yet she continued to buck and writhe intensely.

"What's that Laurie, more feet?"

She didn't even have time to blink as he was on her left foot again.

"Time for some more tickles." He announced, cupping his right hand under her left heel then firmly gripping the foot. She went wild under him, begging for him not to do this and promising him again that he could tickle her anywhere else. His response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense giggling to cackling and violent writhing. Her head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. Ten fingers raked and revved over its sole. Her feet exploded in ticklish agony and writhed intensely, trying desperately to get away from the relentless and oh so torturous tickling.

He picked up the feather again and then slowly brought the feather closer and closer to her again curling and clenching toes. The feather's tendrils met with her big toe and it spasmed and all of her toes began to writhe all over the place. He found there was such strength in her foot that he had to grip it harder. Reversing the feather, he now began to dance the shaft up and down the full length of her sole. Her reaction, which pleased him no end, was still more giggling and cackling laughter complete with intense writhing. After a few more minutes of this, he placed the feather on the table beside him and again began to scrabble his fingers all over the sole.

She was now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of her sweat marks from her body could be seen on the mattress.

"OHSHEEEEITGOODDDDNOOOOOO!" She immediately clenched her toes and he had to grab her heel again.

"Another game of the piggies." He announced, beginning to pull her big toe back. "Hello little piggies." He giggled evilly as he said it and she writhed her foot all over. One hand firmly held her heel and two firm fingers of the other grabbed her big toe and began more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. The wildcat within her was unleashed again and the power in her foot was unbelievable. He tweaked one piggy after another and she writhed all over clenching her toes. Each time she would clench her toes he would simply stroke her sole from heel to toes and they would unclench again. He would then grab the next toe and continue twisting and tweaking. This was driving her wild and the bed was rocking all over.

"Please, please stop staaaaaahp. I-I-I'm b-b-b-egging you ahahahahaha ahahahahahahahahahah." Her guttural laughter was music to his ears and he continued stroking, twisting and tweaking.

"I suggest you beg to someone else, as I'm busy." He kept up the tickling of her spasming toes and followed their frenzied movement effortlessly. Then suddenly he stopped and the room got quiet except for her subsiding writhing. She cocked her head, listening for even the slightest sound, but the silence was deafening. She jumped when she felt him kissing her left big toe and as his lips met her other toes, she began writhing again. He held her foot in both hands and his kisses turned to nibbles once more, with each toe being the cuisine to nibble on. His nibbling was sensual and her toes tried to clench once more, but with his mouth around them, she couldn't. She jumped, squealed then giggled and writhed all over and again he delighted in her reactions. His tongue was warm and incessant as it slipped in between her toes and she writhed as it slithered around. He continued to hold her foot still and continued nibbling as her giggles turned to cackles and her writhing became more intense. eThen he stopped as suddenly as he started, but she continued to writhe, but her cackles turned to giggles again. Once again he began to play piggies with her toes and instantly the cackles returned along with the writhing.

"You have lost so much control." He whispered to her. "That I now have total control of you."

"Oh God please stop!" She barely breathed. "On my God... please... stop!" She was out of control in her writhing and the bed was rocking to the point that it looked as though it could fall apart at any moment.

"Boy am I really getting you good..." He spoke softly. "Or am I? I'll consult my checklist shall I?" He began to five finger stroke her left arch up and down again and her laughter reached its crescendo and her writhing became intense once more.

"Let's see ... Intense writhing, check. Frenzied laughter, check. Non-stop begging and pleading me to stop check. Intense reaction over all, check. Yes I must be doing things right, as I am getting you good. Would you not agree? Shall I try a nylon brush?"

She was too busy laughing and writhing to respond to his question The bed was now rocking again and she tried desperately to free her foot from his grasp. She continued to cackle intensely and as he slowly turned it toward the vertical and kept it at the centre of the arch, she began to scream with laughter. He had found her T-spot and the tool with which to torment it. Continuing to rev it back and forth, he pressed firmer and now dug into her silky soft virgin sole and caused her to scream again. She repeatedly slammed her head and bum onto the mattress and her laughter never stopped. He had her on the edge and knew that he could keep her keep there as long as possible. She put all of her strength into freeing her foot and again tried to pull it away from his grip.

"You can clench your toes all you want sweetheart, but you can't clench your foot and that sole is now all mine. Complete with that deliciously high, oh so tender looking and ticklish arch."

She was now repeatedly bucking on the bed and straining at the bonds that held her. Every ounce of strength she had left was being used to free her foot from its torment.

"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." He announced.

"No god please! no more toes!" She spoke, writhing her feet all over.

He then stopped, got off her leg and came and sat beside her. He stroked her forehead and wipe away the beads and rivulets of sweat then leaned forward and softly kissed her on the lips, holding that kiss for a brief and passionate moment. She returned his kiss, trying desperately to take his mind off tickling her feet.

"More feet now?" He straddled her left leg again and gripped the foot once more.

"OHSHEEEEITGOODDDDNOOOOOO!" She immediately clenched her toes and writhed her foot as much as possible. This feather was once more setting it sights on her feet. He stroked the tips in one direction then stroked the soft pads underneath in another direction. When he did this her toes splayed out all over and tried to wrestle her foot away from his grasp. He was all evil giggles as he watched this, and increased his grip on her foot. She was all giggles too and her writhing was continuous. As the feather played havoc with her slender toes. He now began to play havoc with each of her toes, stroking the tips and in between. Every time her toes would splay out, he would dip the feather in between them and tickle the supple joint. This would set her off with further giggles and writhing and this would delight him no end.

"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygodddddddddddddd!" Her words trailed off into giggles, which now trailed into cackles. The bed was moving once more and her entire body was heaving. This was the most evil feather she had ever felt on her and she prayed to God that he would stop.

Then suddenly he stopped and she again took in as much air as she could get, not knowing how long this unexpected break would last. Then there was silence and she strained to hear any sound. She could feel movement but the silence was deafening and she knew he was using that silence as a tool to his advantage. The silence abruptly came to an end when a flicker of short strokes on her arch with the quill end of the feather started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. He delighted in this and continued short stroking, only now he stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. First a few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, he bent the toes back and stroked under them then the instep of the foot and finally the arch.

"Oooooh my god! Oooooh mygod! Ooooohmygod! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

He further delighted in this and then changed the order of his targets and his way of stroking. This unexpected cornucopia of strokes and targets was driving her insane and her guttural cackles now were now constant.

"Ahhh. I see I have you in the most delicious way and that you're craving for me to stop. Well I'm not about to stop anytime soon.

She cackled even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds.

"That's it, you just lay there and go crazy for me. Let me turn you into one giant spasming, writhing nerve ending. Isn't that what you've always wanted, to be one giant spasming nerve ending He continued the fast and short strokes on her arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin. He now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased his speed. He could feel all of her remaining strength being put into her foot and he had to increase his grip to keep it still.

"How about if I five finger, spider tickle your arch for awhile."

She cackled wildly at the thought and rocked the bed with her struggles. She
was almost at the end of her rope and she couldn't even push out the words to beg him to stop, she was cackling so hard. She was praying intensely that night would fall and that he would stop, and at the same time cursing the fact that this was the longest day of the year.

"That's better, such lovely soft skin to tickle, such lovely soft sensitive tickly skin. Coochie coochie coo, my tender little tickle."

His fiendish fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. Every micrometer of her skin was being stroked to the max and she was feeling each stroke ten times over. His fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in her tender arch. He knew that she was still on the edge and he congratulated himself for keeping her there for so long. Then he suddenly stopped tickling and she once more
took in air.

She felt him get off her left leg and straddle her right one. Tensing for his next touch, she jerked when she felt him putting one of her socks back on. This made her nervous as she didn't know what he was going to do and she again began to squirm. She felt him tighten the sock and then firm up his grip on her foot. Then there was silence and she searched in the darkness to see what his next move was going to be. Her breathing got heavier and more laboured and she flinched at even his slightest movement.

He giggled evilly.

Suddenly she felt several short strokes with the quill on her sock-covered arch and the sock seem to greatly enhance the tickles. She arched her back, then fell back on the bad and thrashed and cackled. Her bum and head repeatedly slammed back into the mattress and she intensely writhed once more.

"Ahhhhh. Delightful." He continued the short stroking and added the instep and soft pad under the toes. "I should have put this sock on sooner; seeing as you obviously thoroughly enjoy it."

"OOOOHSSHHEEEEIIIITTTT!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Returning to her bare foot, he reached down beside the bed and brought up a small paintbrush. The head on it was almost spherical and was very soft and he placed the brush's tips on the tips of her toes. A few seconds of moving them back and forth on her toes made her hysterical, and she began bucking on the bed and pounding her head on the pillow.

He bent her toes back and placed the brush into the hypersensitive crevices at the base and stroked from side to side. Her toes were utterly defenceless before him and his ravenous appetite and he was gorging to the fullest. She bucked and screamed wildly. He tickled the sole for a few minutes, attacking the soft, skin on the bottom of the thrashing foot. He lightly applied his fingers to the bottom, stroking the soft, skin up and down her high arch. Her toes spread and wriggled again and she broke into a stream of jagged giggles. He savoured her twists and turns in her bondage as his fingers played with her foot. .

She struggled and bucked; her thighs tensed and jerked helplessly against the restraints binding her feet to the corners of the bed. Her feet writhed in ticklish agony.

He stroked the paintbrush against the bottom of her bare foot, and heard her try to beg through the laughter he was giving her. He played the brush up and down her foot, short stroking it slow motion, going from heel to toes and back, speeding up with each pass. Soon he had to grip the foot even more tightly to keep it still. She spasmed and her ankle twisted and turned in the restraint holding it, but he had tied solid knots and her bare foot was held for him to play with..

She clenched her eyes shut and her mouth opened wide but no sound came out. The silent laughter had arrived and she started bucking again. He knew he was doing something right. Her feet flexed and wriggled with each touch of his fingers and her wrists worked uselessly against the leather restraints holding her to the bed. Since she continued to buck wildly, it was a challenge to hold her foot still. Each minute was pure torture, and she suddenly burst out with squeals of laughter that turned into screams of laughter whenever she felt those terrible fingers on the arches and balls of her soles. Beneath her, the bed groaned with her struggles.

"Pleeeeze! Pleaassee G-g-gord-d-don! Hah hah haha haaaa! N-no more! Hah hah ah-hahahahahaha hah hah hah hah hah haaaaa! Aahhhhhahahahahaha hahaha ha haaaa haha hah hah haaa!

He reached down beside the bed and brought up the vibrator again and turned it on. He again took hold of her foot and placed the vibrator's tips on the tips of her toes and that made her hysterical once more, with more bucking on the bed and again pounding her head and bum on the mattress. He played the vibrator up and down her foot, stroking it from heel to toes and back.

"OOOOHSSHHEEEEIIIITTTT!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y-y-y-your f-f-f-ucking evil!"

"We are having fun? Oh good."

He bent her toes back and placed the vibrator into the hypersensitive crevices at the base and moved it from side to side. She bucked and giggled wildly, trying desperately to free her foot from this torture.

"You're--HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA! Y-y-y-ou're f-f-f-ucking saddddddisssssttttttiiiiccccc!"

"Oh you want more? I'd be deliciously delighted to oblige."

While she couldn't help but continue to laugh, she tried to beg him to not tickle them again. Stopping for a moment and turning off the vibrator, he gave her left heel a soft tickle and her foot jerked again then writhed all over. He stopped at her tender arch and tickled some more. More tickling on the instep and ball of the foot made her writhe, with instant all out laughter. His teasing fingers now sensually tickled under the toes then down and back up the tender sole. As he did this he showered her toes with kisses and nibbles, causing her to intensely writhe. He did exactly the same with the other foot and continued the sensual teasing and tickling.

As he did this she arched her back and he watched the silly grin on her face. He stopped again and she breathed heavily. He wrapped his right arm around her left ankle and fingers once more found and explored her soft, tender extremely ticklish arch and the full bore laughter quickly returned. He stroked and stroked and stroked her arch, stroking every micrometer of ticklish flesh. Her eyes opened wide and she let out a soft scream that her had never heard before, a soft scream that delighted him no end.

"That's it sweetheart. You let it all out. Laughter is good for the soul, and am I tickling your sole right now." His teasing and torturous fingers now tickled both arches at once and her tummy and breasts jiggled all over.

No matter what she did, she couldn't get away from the tickling, torturous fingers. His tickling of her arch included the balls of her feet and just under her toes. As he did this, her toes splayed out in all directions. Her laughter was now non-stop and it caused him to tickle even further. She writhed incessantly and giggled, cackled then went into full-bore laughter. Her urgency had returned full bore, and she didn't see any relief coming from him soon. She couldn't even beg for relief between the laughter. She couldn't form She wanted desperately to be touched and stroked again, desperately to have her womanhood pleasured once more.

He stopped tickling and savoured her reactions as they slowly ebbed away. He untied her legs, rolled her over onto her stomach and then twisted her legs behind her. Looking down at her now upturned soles, he slowly and softly blew on them and her feet writhed intensely. He held her legs together with his, and whipped off the sock and used a piece of string to tie her big toes together. Now her feet were really helpless and at his mercy and he gave each of her big toes a quick nibble. He then slowly stroked a finger up each of her soles and she jerked and her feet writhed again. But with her toes now tied, her movement was much more restricted.

The feather duster was in his hand again and he stroked it from side to side over her soles. That set off a new round of intense writhing and laughter and she begged even more for relief. As he dusted her soles and he was again delighting in her reactions. Now putting down the duster, he picked the massage vibrator again and turned it on. She heard the humming of the vibe and begged him not to touch her feet with it. The dozens of tiny nubbly points began to vibrate immediately and he entered her left arch with it. That was enough to cause a volcanic eruption within her and by the way she screamed off the decibel meter and writhed off the Richter scale, it seemed as though she had blown all her circuits. Her intensity to free herself was most appealing in his eyes and he applauded her continual attempts to get away, all the while teasing her that freedom would never come unless he allowed it.

She screamed as he entered the ball of her foot and lazily cruised up to the toes. Vibrating just under the toes made them splay out on all directions then curl up in a tight ball. Or as near to a ball as they could get.

"Awwwww now that isn't nice sweetheart. You must uncurl those toes for me. I will have those exquisitely tender and oh so ticklish toes."

Now vibrating the toes themselves, he delighted as they wriggled all over, trying desperately to find some sort of refuge from the vibe. But he was able to follow them effortlessly and the vibe cruelly descended on each one, to torture and torment it from its joint to the very tip. Her big and baby toes were the worst and she cackled whole-heartedly as they were tickled. The vibrating sensations went straight to her all ready overloaded brain and exploded there.

"OH GAAAAAWWWWDDDDD." She was in the agony of de-feet,

"You called. Is there something I can help you with sweetheart?"

She wanted desperately, more than anything, for him to stop, but the toe tickling went on and on and on. She desperately craved if not hungered for some sort of relief, but it seemed that none was coming. Suddenly, after several torturous minutes he stopped and turned off the vibrator. Her breathing was very heavy and she jerked all over, trying to gather as much strength as possible before the tickling started again.

"I could let you rest." He giggled evilly. "But I know how much you love these tender, torturous tickles. But I suppose I have to untie you, to let you unpack. It's already becoming a wonderful week, and you've only been here an hour."