Dave2112
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And now it ends. But not the way Erica wanted it.
The way I want it, for a change.
This may very well be the first time I’ve been in complete control of anything since I first laid eyes on that little vixen. When she first walked in the door as the new girl where I work, I was not in control of my wandering eyes. When she started talking to everyone, I was not in control of my ears. When she started to flirt, I was not in control of my lust. And when she started flirting with Mike, the new guy, just to see what I’d do, I was not in control of my jealousy.
Things had simmered down after a while, and Erica and I came together one evening. I rarely went out to the places she and her girlfriends hung out at. Being ten years older than her, my tastes were a bit different than the meat-market bar scene. But one evening, I need a drink bad, and wound up at the small but packed pub that she was at. Erica wasn’t a slut, per se, but she was known to take the occasional man home for a quickie when she’d had a few.
That night, she’d had a few.
She saddled up to me and started talking, and my feelings for her had diminished little over the years we worked together. Knowing her better than I did when I first met her, my attraction to her was more physical at this point. I knew she was rather shallow, and usually went on and on about this 22 year old chiseled rock or that underwear model with a lobotomy. I pretty much just wanted her.
So when she started making a few subtle advances, I was not in control of my desire. Her long brown hair, lightly wavy with a touch of blonde toward the ends, flowed with her every move. Her brown eyes, moist with the promise of pleasure, bored into me. Her tiny frame leaned in. I watched her perfect ass from behind as we walked out the door. I would have died to be those jeans. Well, I guess I’d have to settle for getting in them.
The surprising thing was, it didn’t turn out to be a one-night stand. I fooled myself for a while into thinking that it was because of my aloof style, my bedroom prowess or my maturity. She turned out to be quite a kinky girl, being into bondage as much as I was. Maybe I gave her something her boy-toys didn’t.
Nope.
After making love to her that one evening, I fell back in love with her and she knew it. I was someone who could be led around to her. Someone she could use. Even during our sex games, when I was supposed to be the dominant one, she had a way of “topping from the bottom” so to speak. I did this wrong or that wrong. And she set the rules. Funny how a bound 100 lb woman can order around a 170 lb man, eh?
Sexually, the big thing was her complete lack of interest in my favorite bedroom pastime. Having her tied up as often as I did, I longed to tickle her. Just to see what she’d do. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile. I tried once, and that was it. She made it an absolute rule that there would be no tickling her. She said that it almost hurt for her, and she hated it. So I complied. I still had a great time with her, spanking and such, but it wasn’t the same. I think she just liked having yet another control over me.
The last straw, however, was not what we did in the bedroom. It was what SHE did in the bedroom. When I was not around. And who she did it with.
Mike, that brainless misogynist who made her drool. That was it, I couldn’t deal with this shit anymore. He actually told me he nailed her. Which, of course, led me to believe that she’d manipulated him, too. I mean, why would he come out and tell me so casually unless Erica neglected to say anything about me, right?
A lot of thoughts and plans went through my mind in a few days. She was in my every thought, my every dream. I wasn’t even in control of leaving her. But it had to be done, and I knew it. This wasn’t good, and I’d satisfied my original curiosity about Erica many times over. It’s not like I couldn’t find someone better, right? At least I got to that part ok.
The hard part was figuring out how to do it. Would I walk sheepishly away? Would I lay into her about being a ***** and let the venom rip? Would I be above it all and not give it a second thought?
Or would I get her back?
THAT I had control over.
And it was going to be easy. My manhood having returned full force, I built a better mousetrap. I took her out for a few drinks and started getting her worked up about how wonderfully gorgeous she was, how much I wanted to fly her to the moon, standard crap. She was putty for once. All it took was some ego-stroking. I even got her tied up easily.
I asked her what she would like me to do to her if I tied her up. She fell right into it.
So, that’s where things got interesting.
“So, you wanted the clothespins, sweetie?” I asked nicely of my tightly bound soon-to-be-ex. I had her tied to a bench that she liked. A few towels thrown down and comfy as could be. Her wrists tied together and over her head, her ankles together and tied to the foot of the bench.
“Yeah,” she replied, “and put them on right, I don’t want to lose this feeling I’ve got.”
Same old Erica. But now for a change in tonight’s program.
“Ok, but I want to do something else first.” I said and simply walked out of the room. I heard her start screeching about something, but ignored it. When I reentered the room, she actually shut up for a second, taking in the sight of me holding a box.
“What’s in that?” she asked.
“Just want to snug you up a bit, love.” I said as I emptied the box on the floor. Out spilled fifteen rolls of athletic Ace bandages. I said not a word in response to Erica’s venomous protests as I started at her wrists and began unrolling the stretchy wrap around both her lovely body and the hard wooden bench. Joined as one, you might say. I wrapped tightly until I reached her head. Lifting it up, I made a few more wraps around her arms. Pushing Erica’s head back down, I unwrapped another roll, covering her forehead, pinning it down. Her lovely eyes were covered by layer after layer of the tan material.
As she continued to spit insults and threats at me, I started again at her ankles and wound upward, encasing her legs like a mummy, stopping just at the point between her thighs. I stood back to appreciate my handiwork.
“What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?” she spat.
“Just making sure you’re not going anywhere,” I said calmly, “I have some bad news to break, and I didn’t want you storming out…yet.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Erica,” I said, “I think I need to break up with you. You just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“What?!?!?” she yelled, “You’re breaking up with ME? Oh no, mister, after this, you’re history!”
“However you’d like it, darling,” I intoned as I started to set aside the rest of the things I’d gotten together for this momentous occasion, “I’m sure Mike will be quite happy to hear that.”
“Mike? What are you….oh, he told you? You know what? I don’t care! Yeah, I fucked him, grow up, ok? It’s what I did with you, wasn’t it?”
Oh, this was going to be good.
“Erica,” I said patiently, “do whatever the fuck you want. You’ve had me in a stranglehold since we met, so after tonight you can drop dead for all I care.”
Time to lower the boom.
“But for the rest of tonight,” I told her, “I’M in control of your fate. Everything that happens to you will be because of me. There will be nothing you can do to stop it. Remember what they say about the optimal temperature for serving revenge…..”
“You let me the fuck out of here, RIGHT NOW, you prick!” Erica screamed. She wasn’t even struggling, still convinced that the power of her voice alone could sway me.
“Erica,” I continued, “there’s always been one thing that you’ve denied me. Even though sex was about the only good thing we had, there was always something…missing.”
“Just what the hell are you talking about you asshole? I don’t give a shit what you think…”
“Tell me,” I interrupted her, no longer the least bit concerned with her wrath, “do you think you’d suffer a lot if took advantage of your helplessness….and tickled you?”
“You fucker!” Now Erica started to struggle, “I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard! You touch me and I’ll cut off your balls, no matter how long it takes!”
“Now, now, peach-pie, is that anyway to talk to someone who’s hovering over your naked body as we speak. Oh, that’s right, you can’t see that, can you?”
“Go to hell!” she shrieked.
“So,” I continued unabated, “you would have no way of knowing if I was about to tickle you ….here” I said as I brushed a finger along her side. I did this several times, walking around her tied body and asking her if she could see it.
“Cut it out!” she yelled, still keeping her mad face intact.
“Guess where I am now?” I asked as, unseen to her, I positioned myself at the foot of the bench, “and guess what I have?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you haaaaAAAIIIGGHHHHH!!!!”
What I had were two long pointed feathers, and what Erica responded so very quickly to was those two feathers stroking the soft skin of her bare soles. Long slow stokes ran up and down the tender flesh as she wriggled like a snake. Or at least tried to. The wrapping was tight, and Erica was near immobile.
“Cut…haaaaaa….it…….OUT!!!!!!!…….Goddamit….haaahheeeee….noooooooo!!!…..heeheee!”
She was trying valiantly not to break. I knew she would eventually, so I was no hurry to hasten it along. Over and over I stroked her feet with the feathers, tickling up and down her tiny size fives. Her giggling was coming along nicely and her feet were becoming quite sensitive, so I decided to step things up a little. Dropping the feathers, I scratched the surface of her soles with my fingers. This new sensation opened the floodgates.
“NOOOO!!!!GAAAWWWDDDDDHHAAAHAAHHEEEEE….STOOOOOPPPIITT!!!!……HHAHAAHAAHAAHEEEEEEEEOHGODOHGODSHITNOOOOOOOO!!!!HAAHAAHEEEHAAAHAA!!”
“Why?” I teased, “does it tickle or something? Does the bad ice queen have ticklish feet?” Stepping up the pace, I fluttered my fingers wildly over her helpless feet, even holding her toes back and tickling the tight skin.
“I’LL…..HHAAHAAHAHAAAA….FUCKING…….HAAAHAAAA…..KILLYOOUUUUUU!!!”
Well, there was no way I could have that now, could I? With a spare roll of Ace bandage, I wrapped her toes in place. Holding them back, I made pass after pass to pin them down to the bench. Erica’s bare soles were stretched and helpless as I picked the feathers up again.
“They’re getting closer….” I said as brought them inch by inch toward the soles of her feet.
“F-Fuck you, you bastard!” she replied, catching her breath.
“Cllooosseerrrrrr….”
“You better fucking NOT!”
“Here they cooommmmmmme….” and then I ran them up and down her soles in a flurry. Side to side and up and down I tickled her feet. Turning the feathers around, I ran the stiff quills over every crease as Erica laughed her head off.
“AAAIIGGGGHHH!!!!!….NONONONONON!!!!!….AAAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!”
“You want me to stop tickling you?” I asked as I worked the feathers across the base of her trapped toes, even finding a small space to tickle between them if I pushed the quills up into the wrapping.
“F-FUCCCKKYOOOUUUUU!!!!!!……HHAAAHHHEEEHEHEHEEE……STOPPPIIITTT!!!”
I could see that sterner measures were in order.
Finally relenting in my attack, I watched with pleasure as Erica’s little body heaved up and down in an effort to regain her breath. She was breaking, but I was far from satisfied. This was revenge now, plain and simple.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you now?” I asked as I circled her, giving an earful from various directions.
“You let me go RIGHT FUCKING…..NOW!” she screamed. Good thing I lived a ways out. Not that it would matter soon.
“I’m going to silence that mouth of yours, for one,” I told her, “I’ve had about enough of that shit. I don’t even care if you beg anymore, or what you have to say to me. I couldn’t care in the least.”
“If you so much as fucking touch me, I swear I’ll….MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!”
I cut her off by placing one of the rolled-up Ace bandages in her mouth and holding it there. Taking the end of another roll, I wrapped around and around her mouth until she was effectively gagged.
Now she was totally mine. The wrapping held her immobile, blinded her, and silenced her into complete submission. I was revenge incarnate at that point, and I savored every second of it.
“Not so mouthy now are you?” I said as she tried screaming, then ceased in favor of moans that were sounding more and more like the pleas I longed to hear, “Oh, I am going to enjoy this. I know every bit how much you hate this.”
I leaned in close to her ear.
“I am going to tickle you….everywhere. I am going to tickle every square inch of skin I can see. I am going to get you back for every Goddamn thing. I hope you’re ready for this….’cause I sure as hell am.”
I stood back and waited in silence for a few moments. She was struggling violently. Her screams had returned and she was desperate. The unforgiving straps held firm and she was growing ever more aware of her utter helplessness. For my own pleasure, I approached her slowly, my fingers wriggling.
“I’m cooooommmmiiiiiiing….” I teased for the last time. Now it was torture.
Lowering my hands over her tight armpits, I tickled the smooth hollows. My fingers stroked all of the skin they could touch, from her lower biceps right into the small mounds where she shaved. Her body convulsed in a vain attempt to escape, but her arms were pinned down. Nothing she could do could gain her any relief from the ceaseless torment I was inflicting upon her. I started poking into her pits and rubbing my fingers back and forth as louder and louder sounds escaped through her gag.
When I slowly started to drift downward, she let out an ungodly wail. She knew where I was headed and I was taking my own sweet time getting there. Her ribs were mine as I touched the top ones. Rubbing my fingers over and over the top two ribs, I slowly counted down for her, tickling each one along the way. Then I counted back up. And back down again. I could see the small beads of sweat dripping from under the wrapping pinning her head in place, and knew she would have given anything to even shake her head to distract her from even the tiniest bit of tickling.
But that wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t going anywhere, and no movement was going to help her. She was motionless, unable to do anything but feel what I chose to allow her to feel. After I counted her ribs for the fourth time, I rested my clawed hands over her entire tiny ribcage, exposed for my pleasure.
“Should I?” I asked my helpless captive.
“MMMNNNGGHHH!!!!!……MMMMMM!!!!”
“Oh, I should?” I teased, fully knowing what she was trying to say, and twisting it to my liking, “Well, you’ve always been the boss, so OK!”
With no warning, I dug in. My clawed hands tickled her entire ribcage at once. Up and down and side to side, I was relentless. Little sound was coming from Erica after her initial scream, as she hitched to keep her breath. Her body was like a small wave of torment as the exposed middle of her undulated in rhythm with my tickling.
Resting my aching fingers for a moment, I let the ball drop.
“You know,” I began, “I happen to know where you’re MOST ticklish. The place that will make all this seem like a day in the park. Remember that time I tickled your sides and you clocked me one? Well…..payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”
She weakly screamed once as I placed my hands over her tight, heaving belly. I stroked the skin lightly, caressing the sexy tummy. She was a thin girl, with a slim waist and flat stomach, her navel the cutest perfect oval in a sea of tannish skin. I caressed her, curving my fingers in a little with each pass. I was soon raking my stiff fingers down her tight belly, and the tickling was starting to set in. I started wriggling my fingers as I traveled down that lovely expanse of ticklish flesh, stopping at the middle and tickling to either side of her navel. Spreading out, I tickled the curve of her waist, which brought a fresh scream from my victim.
“MMMHHPPPHHH!!!!!!….MMMM,HHMMMM,HHMMM!!!!!”””
The sound could only be described as tortured as Erica’s most sensitive region came under attack from one bent on vengeance. For one fleeting second I felt pity for her.
Then it was over.
Gripping her waist, I squeezed right over the spot I knew would send her over the edge. I dove into the sheer pleasure of feeling the muscles under her sexy skin tighten and contract in an instinctive gesture. Of course, this only made her more ticklish as I plunged head-first into pure torture. Over and over I tickled that one weakest spot I knew she had. The middle of her body was all that moved, quivering like jelly as I tickled her into hysterics.
Reaching one hand up as I continued to tickle her belly with the other one, I pulled away the bandages over her mouth and popped out the gag.
“Are you sorry for everything you’ve done to me?” I asked.
“AAAIIIGGHH!!!!…HHAAAAA…Y-YYYEESSSS!!!!!..(((GGAASSSSSPP))…P-PLEEEASSSEEE….AAAHHH..HAA.HAA…HAAAAIIGGHH!!!!!…PLEASESTOOOPPPPPP!!!….HHAAAHHEEEEE……..NONONONONOO!!!!….PPLLEEEAAASSSSSSE!”
It was the first time I’d heard her say please since I met her.
Not wanting her to pass out, I relented. I watched in awe as I saw what I’d created. Her squirming body was now merely gasping to regain itself. Waves of tickling were still rippling through her skin, I could see that clearly. I also watched the clock.
Wouldn’t want to miss the best part, now.
“Erica,” I began, “This has been fun and all, but I really must be on my way. I’d like to untie you, but I kind of promised a friend of yours that you’d be ready when he got here.”
“Wh-what are you…..(gasp)….talking about. I’m s-sorry, ok? You win……I give…..you win…” she panted.
“You know….your good friend Mike. Not too bright, that one. He’s on his way over. I convinced him that you were into this.”
“Oh, please no…..please?!?!? I can’t take anymore…..”
“Now, now” I said as I took the rolled bandage in my hand once again, “maybe if you got to know people before you hopped into bed with them, you’d know that Mike is about as kinky as I am. He was all for us having a big get-together tonight. Of course, it helped that Mike couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a road map…”
“Please don’t do this, I beg you, please don’t….MMMNNPPHHH!!!”
Stuffing the gag back in Erica’s mouth, I pulled the wrapping back over her mouth.
Just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Leaving Erica to contemplate her upcoming torment, I answered the door.
“Mike,” I said as I patted him on the back and shook his head, “are you ready for the wildest sexual adventure of your life, man?”
“Oh, yeah!” Mike replied, fired up already. And from the smell of his breath, I could see that the party started a little early at his house.
“Mike,” I said as I led him inside and showed him Erica’s compromising position, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“I mean that I’ve been at it for an hour and a half, and I can’t get her to break. I tried everything, man.”
“Bet I could break her,” he added with a gleam in his eye. He knew that we shared a love of bondage, but Mike had no idea that I’d discovered one of his Tickling Times mags in his locker. May as well play dumb, eh?
“Well,” I said, “Good luck, man. She’s a tough one, likes it weird. I spanked her, pinched her, everything.”
“Did you try….ummmm….” he began.
“What Mike?” I asked, even though I knew fully what was filling his mushy brain.
“Did you try tickling her?”
“Tickling her?” I feigned shock, “You know, I never thought of that. Well, have at it then, better luck for you maybe. And by the way, you know how demanding she can be, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” he shook his head.
“If you want to avoid her getting pissed and reading you the riot act, keep the gag in. She says if she can’t bite down on it, it’s not the same, ok?
“Sure thing, and thanks again for letting me play with you guys”
“Hey, what are friends for, Mike. we’re all grown-ups, have fun!”
I headed out the door. I turned to see Mike approaching Erica with his twitching fingers and felt satisfaction at the final ingredient in this twisted dish. Like they say about revenge…
…it truly is best served cold.
The way I want it, for a change.
This may very well be the first time I’ve been in complete control of anything since I first laid eyes on that little vixen. When she first walked in the door as the new girl where I work, I was not in control of my wandering eyes. When she started talking to everyone, I was not in control of my ears. When she started to flirt, I was not in control of my lust. And when she started flirting with Mike, the new guy, just to see what I’d do, I was not in control of my jealousy.
Things had simmered down after a while, and Erica and I came together one evening. I rarely went out to the places she and her girlfriends hung out at. Being ten years older than her, my tastes were a bit different than the meat-market bar scene. But one evening, I need a drink bad, and wound up at the small but packed pub that she was at. Erica wasn’t a slut, per se, but she was known to take the occasional man home for a quickie when she’d had a few.
That night, she’d had a few.
She saddled up to me and started talking, and my feelings for her had diminished little over the years we worked together. Knowing her better than I did when I first met her, my attraction to her was more physical at this point. I knew she was rather shallow, and usually went on and on about this 22 year old chiseled rock or that underwear model with a lobotomy. I pretty much just wanted her.
So when she started making a few subtle advances, I was not in control of my desire. Her long brown hair, lightly wavy with a touch of blonde toward the ends, flowed with her every move. Her brown eyes, moist with the promise of pleasure, bored into me. Her tiny frame leaned in. I watched her perfect ass from behind as we walked out the door. I would have died to be those jeans. Well, I guess I’d have to settle for getting in them.
The surprising thing was, it didn’t turn out to be a one-night stand. I fooled myself for a while into thinking that it was because of my aloof style, my bedroom prowess or my maturity. She turned out to be quite a kinky girl, being into bondage as much as I was. Maybe I gave her something her boy-toys didn’t.
Nope.
After making love to her that one evening, I fell back in love with her and she knew it. I was someone who could be led around to her. Someone she could use. Even during our sex games, when I was supposed to be the dominant one, she had a way of “topping from the bottom” so to speak. I did this wrong or that wrong. And she set the rules. Funny how a bound 100 lb woman can order around a 170 lb man, eh?
Sexually, the big thing was her complete lack of interest in my favorite bedroom pastime. Having her tied up as often as I did, I longed to tickle her. Just to see what she’d do. I wanted to hear her laugh and see her smile. I tried once, and that was it. She made it an absolute rule that there would be no tickling her. She said that it almost hurt for her, and she hated it. So I complied. I still had a great time with her, spanking and such, but it wasn’t the same. I think she just liked having yet another control over me.
The last straw, however, was not what we did in the bedroom. It was what SHE did in the bedroom. When I was not around. And who she did it with.
Mike, that brainless misogynist who made her drool. That was it, I couldn’t deal with this shit anymore. He actually told me he nailed her. Which, of course, led me to believe that she’d manipulated him, too. I mean, why would he come out and tell me so casually unless Erica neglected to say anything about me, right?
A lot of thoughts and plans went through my mind in a few days. She was in my every thought, my every dream. I wasn’t even in control of leaving her. But it had to be done, and I knew it. This wasn’t good, and I’d satisfied my original curiosity about Erica many times over. It’s not like I couldn’t find someone better, right? At least I got to that part ok.
The hard part was figuring out how to do it. Would I walk sheepishly away? Would I lay into her about being a ***** and let the venom rip? Would I be above it all and not give it a second thought?
Or would I get her back?
THAT I had control over.
And it was going to be easy. My manhood having returned full force, I built a better mousetrap. I took her out for a few drinks and started getting her worked up about how wonderfully gorgeous she was, how much I wanted to fly her to the moon, standard crap. She was putty for once. All it took was some ego-stroking. I even got her tied up easily.
I asked her what she would like me to do to her if I tied her up. She fell right into it.
So, that’s where things got interesting.
“So, you wanted the clothespins, sweetie?” I asked nicely of my tightly bound soon-to-be-ex. I had her tied to a bench that she liked. A few towels thrown down and comfy as could be. Her wrists tied together and over her head, her ankles together and tied to the foot of the bench.
“Yeah,” she replied, “and put them on right, I don’t want to lose this feeling I’ve got.”
Same old Erica. But now for a change in tonight’s program.
“Ok, but I want to do something else first.” I said and simply walked out of the room. I heard her start screeching about something, but ignored it. When I reentered the room, she actually shut up for a second, taking in the sight of me holding a box.
“What’s in that?” she asked.
“Just want to snug you up a bit, love.” I said as I emptied the box on the floor. Out spilled fifteen rolls of athletic Ace bandages. I said not a word in response to Erica’s venomous protests as I started at her wrists and began unrolling the stretchy wrap around both her lovely body and the hard wooden bench. Joined as one, you might say. I wrapped tightly until I reached her head. Lifting it up, I made a few more wraps around her arms. Pushing Erica’s head back down, I unwrapped another roll, covering her forehead, pinning it down. Her lovely eyes were covered by layer after layer of the tan material.
As she continued to spit insults and threats at me, I started again at her ankles and wound upward, encasing her legs like a mummy, stopping just at the point between her thighs. I stood back to appreciate my handiwork.
“What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?” she spat.
“Just making sure you’re not going anywhere,” I said calmly, “I have some bad news to break, and I didn’t want you storming out…yet.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Erica,” I said, “I think I need to break up with you. You just don’t do it for me anymore.”
“What?!?!?” she yelled, “You’re breaking up with ME? Oh no, mister, after this, you’re history!”
“However you’d like it, darling,” I intoned as I started to set aside the rest of the things I’d gotten together for this momentous occasion, “I’m sure Mike will be quite happy to hear that.”
“Mike? What are you….oh, he told you? You know what? I don’t care! Yeah, I fucked him, grow up, ok? It’s what I did with you, wasn’t it?”
Oh, this was going to be good.
“Erica,” I said patiently, “do whatever the fuck you want. You’ve had me in a stranglehold since we met, so after tonight you can drop dead for all I care.”
Time to lower the boom.
“But for the rest of tonight,” I told her, “I’M in control of your fate. Everything that happens to you will be because of me. There will be nothing you can do to stop it. Remember what they say about the optimal temperature for serving revenge…..”
“You let me the fuck out of here, RIGHT NOW, you prick!” Erica screamed. She wasn’t even struggling, still convinced that the power of her voice alone could sway me.
“Erica,” I continued, “there’s always been one thing that you’ve denied me. Even though sex was about the only good thing we had, there was always something…missing.”
“Just what the hell are you talking about you asshole? I don’t give a shit what you think…”
“Tell me,” I interrupted her, no longer the least bit concerned with her wrath, “do you think you’d suffer a lot if took advantage of your helplessness….and tickled you?”
“You fucker!” Now Erica started to struggle, “I’ll fucking kill you, you bastard! You touch me and I’ll cut off your balls, no matter how long it takes!”
“Now, now, peach-pie, is that anyway to talk to someone who’s hovering over your naked body as we speak. Oh, that’s right, you can’t see that, can you?”
“Go to hell!” she shrieked.
“So,” I continued unabated, “you would have no way of knowing if I was about to tickle you ….here” I said as I brushed a finger along her side. I did this several times, walking around her tied body and asking her if she could see it.
“Cut it out!” she yelled, still keeping her mad face intact.
“Guess where I am now?” I asked as, unseen to her, I positioned myself at the foot of the bench, “and guess what I have?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you haaaaAAAIIIGGHHHHH!!!!”
What I had were two long pointed feathers, and what Erica responded so very quickly to was those two feathers stroking the soft skin of her bare soles. Long slow stokes ran up and down the tender flesh as she wriggled like a snake. Or at least tried to. The wrapping was tight, and Erica was near immobile.
“Cut…haaaaaa….it…….OUT!!!!!!!…….Goddamit….haaahheeeee….noooooooo!!!…..heeheee!”
She was trying valiantly not to break. I knew she would eventually, so I was no hurry to hasten it along. Over and over I stroked her feet with the feathers, tickling up and down her tiny size fives. Her giggling was coming along nicely and her feet were becoming quite sensitive, so I decided to step things up a little. Dropping the feathers, I scratched the surface of her soles with my fingers. This new sensation opened the floodgates.
“NOOOO!!!!GAAAWWWDDDDDHHAAAHAAHHEEEEE….STOOOOOPPPIITT!!!!……HHAHAAHAAHAAHEEEEEEEEOHGODOHGODSHITNOOOOOOOO!!!!HAAHAAHEEEHAAAHAA!!”
“Why?” I teased, “does it tickle or something? Does the bad ice queen have ticklish feet?” Stepping up the pace, I fluttered my fingers wildly over her helpless feet, even holding her toes back and tickling the tight skin.
“I’LL…..HHAAHAAHAHAAAA….FUCKING…….HAAAHAAAA…..KILLYOOUUUUUU!!!”
Well, there was no way I could have that now, could I? With a spare roll of Ace bandage, I wrapped her toes in place. Holding them back, I made pass after pass to pin them down to the bench. Erica’s bare soles were stretched and helpless as I picked the feathers up again.
“They’re getting closer….” I said as brought them inch by inch toward the soles of her feet.
“F-Fuck you, you bastard!” she replied, catching her breath.
“Cllooosseerrrrrr….”
“You better fucking NOT!”
“Here they cooommmmmmme….” and then I ran them up and down her soles in a flurry. Side to side and up and down I tickled her feet. Turning the feathers around, I ran the stiff quills over every crease as Erica laughed her head off.
“AAAIIGGGGHHH!!!!!….NONONONONON!!!!!….AAAHAHAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAA!!!”
“You want me to stop tickling you?” I asked as I worked the feathers across the base of her trapped toes, even finding a small space to tickle between them if I pushed the quills up into the wrapping.
“F-FUCCCKKYOOOUUUUU!!!!!!……HHAAAHHHEEEHEHEHEEE……STOPPPIIITTT!!!”
I could see that sterner measures were in order.
Finally relenting in my attack, I watched with pleasure as Erica’s little body heaved up and down in an effort to regain her breath. She was breaking, but I was far from satisfied. This was revenge now, plain and simple.
“Do you have any idea what I’m going to do to you now?” I asked as I circled her, giving an earful from various directions.
“You let me go RIGHT FUCKING…..NOW!” she screamed. Good thing I lived a ways out. Not that it would matter soon.
“I’m going to silence that mouth of yours, for one,” I told her, “I’ve had about enough of that shit. I don’t even care if you beg anymore, or what you have to say to me. I couldn’t care in the least.”
“If you so much as fucking touch me, I swear I’ll….MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!”
I cut her off by placing one of the rolled-up Ace bandages in her mouth and holding it there. Taking the end of another roll, I wrapped around and around her mouth until she was effectively gagged.
Now she was totally mine. The wrapping held her immobile, blinded her, and silenced her into complete submission. I was revenge incarnate at that point, and I savored every second of it.
“Not so mouthy now are you?” I said as she tried screaming, then ceased in favor of moans that were sounding more and more like the pleas I longed to hear, “Oh, I am going to enjoy this. I know every bit how much you hate this.”
I leaned in close to her ear.
“I am going to tickle you….everywhere. I am going to tickle every square inch of skin I can see. I am going to get you back for every Goddamn thing. I hope you’re ready for this….’cause I sure as hell am.”
I stood back and waited in silence for a few moments. She was struggling violently. Her screams had returned and she was desperate. The unforgiving straps held firm and she was growing ever more aware of her utter helplessness. For my own pleasure, I approached her slowly, my fingers wriggling.
“I’m cooooommmmiiiiiiing….” I teased for the last time. Now it was torture.
Lowering my hands over her tight armpits, I tickled the smooth hollows. My fingers stroked all of the skin they could touch, from her lower biceps right into the small mounds where she shaved. Her body convulsed in a vain attempt to escape, but her arms were pinned down. Nothing she could do could gain her any relief from the ceaseless torment I was inflicting upon her. I started poking into her pits and rubbing my fingers back and forth as louder and louder sounds escaped through her gag.
When I slowly started to drift downward, she let out an ungodly wail. She knew where I was headed and I was taking my own sweet time getting there. Her ribs were mine as I touched the top ones. Rubbing my fingers over and over the top two ribs, I slowly counted down for her, tickling each one along the way. Then I counted back up. And back down again. I could see the small beads of sweat dripping from under the wrapping pinning her head in place, and knew she would have given anything to even shake her head to distract her from even the tiniest bit of tickling.
But that wasn’t going to happen. She wasn’t going anywhere, and no movement was going to help her. She was motionless, unable to do anything but feel what I chose to allow her to feel. After I counted her ribs for the fourth time, I rested my clawed hands over her entire tiny ribcage, exposed for my pleasure.
“Should I?” I asked my helpless captive.
“MMMNNNGGHHH!!!!!……MMMMMM!!!!”
“Oh, I should?” I teased, fully knowing what she was trying to say, and twisting it to my liking, “Well, you’ve always been the boss, so OK!”
With no warning, I dug in. My clawed hands tickled her entire ribcage at once. Up and down and side to side, I was relentless. Little sound was coming from Erica after her initial scream, as she hitched to keep her breath. Her body was like a small wave of torment as the exposed middle of her undulated in rhythm with my tickling.
Resting my aching fingers for a moment, I let the ball drop.
“You know,” I began, “I happen to know where you’re MOST ticklish. The place that will make all this seem like a day in the park. Remember that time I tickled your sides and you clocked me one? Well…..payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”
She weakly screamed once as I placed my hands over her tight, heaving belly. I stroked the skin lightly, caressing the sexy tummy. She was a thin girl, with a slim waist and flat stomach, her navel the cutest perfect oval in a sea of tannish skin. I caressed her, curving my fingers in a little with each pass. I was soon raking my stiff fingers down her tight belly, and the tickling was starting to set in. I started wriggling my fingers as I traveled down that lovely expanse of ticklish flesh, stopping at the middle and tickling to either side of her navel. Spreading out, I tickled the curve of her waist, which brought a fresh scream from my victim.
“MMMHHPPPHHH!!!!!!….MMMM,HHMMMM,HHMMM!!!!!”””
The sound could only be described as tortured as Erica’s most sensitive region came under attack from one bent on vengeance. For one fleeting second I felt pity for her.
Then it was over.
Gripping her waist, I squeezed right over the spot I knew would send her over the edge. I dove into the sheer pleasure of feeling the muscles under her sexy skin tighten and contract in an instinctive gesture. Of course, this only made her more ticklish as I plunged head-first into pure torture. Over and over I tickled that one weakest spot I knew she had. The middle of her body was all that moved, quivering like jelly as I tickled her into hysterics.
Reaching one hand up as I continued to tickle her belly with the other one, I pulled away the bandages over her mouth and popped out the gag.
“Are you sorry for everything you’ve done to me?” I asked.
“AAAIIIGGHH!!!!…HHAAAAA…Y-YYYEESSSS!!!!!..(((GGAASSSSSPP))…P-PLEEEASSSEEE….AAAHHH..HAA.HAA…HAAAAIIGGHH!!!!!…PLEASESTOOOPPPPPP!!!….HHAAAHHEEEEE……..NONONONONOO!!!!….PPLLEEEAAASSSSSSE!”
It was the first time I’d heard her say please since I met her.
Not wanting her to pass out, I relented. I watched in awe as I saw what I’d created. Her squirming body was now merely gasping to regain itself. Waves of tickling were still rippling through her skin, I could see that clearly. I also watched the clock.
Wouldn’t want to miss the best part, now.
“Erica,” I began, “This has been fun and all, but I really must be on my way. I’d like to untie you, but I kind of promised a friend of yours that you’d be ready when he got here.”
“Wh-what are you…..(gasp)….talking about. I’m s-sorry, ok? You win……I give…..you win…” she panted.
“You know….your good friend Mike. Not too bright, that one. He’s on his way over. I convinced him that you were into this.”
“Oh, please no…..please?!?!? I can’t take anymore…..”
“Now, now” I said as I took the rolled bandage in my hand once again, “maybe if you got to know people before you hopped into bed with them, you’d know that Mike is about as kinky as I am. He was all for us having a big get-together tonight. Of course, it helped that Mike couldn’t find his own ass with both hands and a road map…”
“Please don’t do this, I beg you, please don’t….MMMNNPPHHH!!!”
Stuffing the gag back in Erica’s mouth, I pulled the wrapping back over her mouth.
Just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Leaving Erica to contemplate her upcoming torment, I answered the door.
“Mike,” I said as I patted him on the back and shook his head, “are you ready for the wildest sexual adventure of your life, man?”
“Oh, yeah!” Mike replied, fired up already. And from the smell of his breath, I could see that the party started a little early at his house.
“Mike,” I said as I led him inside and showed him Erica’s compromising position, “I hope you’re ready for this.”
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“I mean that I’ve been at it for an hour and a half, and I can’t get her to break. I tried everything, man.”
“Bet I could break her,” he added with a gleam in his eye. He knew that we shared a love of bondage, but Mike had no idea that I’d discovered one of his Tickling Times mags in his locker. May as well play dumb, eh?
“Well,” I said, “Good luck, man. She’s a tough one, likes it weird. I spanked her, pinched her, everything.”
“Did you try….ummmm….” he began.
“What Mike?” I asked, even though I knew fully what was filling his mushy brain.
“Did you try tickling her?”
“Tickling her?” I feigned shock, “You know, I never thought of that. Well, have at it then, better luck for you maybe. And by the way, you know how demanding she can be, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” he shook his head.
“If you want to avoid her getting pissed and reading you the riot act, keep the gag in. She says if she can’t bite down on it, it’s not the same, ok?
“Sure thing, and thanks again for letting me play with you guys”
“Hey, what are friends for, Mike. we’re all grown-ups, have fun!”
I headed out the door. I turned to see Mike approaching Erica with his twitching fingers and felt satisfaction at the final ingredient in this twisted dish. Like they say about revenge…
…it truly is best served cold.
