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Ellen’s Yoga Tickle Party, Part 6
I rigged the massage table with cuffs for Laura’s demo and then headed out to the patio as the ladies enjoyed their drinks. Brett seemed like an asshole, but I still felt a little bad for him. I mean, we’ve all had tough nights, and this was a pretty weird date. Maybe he just needed a nudge to make the best of it.
The patio was dark except for the low flickering of the gas fire and the glow of Brett’s phone. I leaned against the wall near an outside door across from him. “Hey man,” I said, nodding at his phone. “You’re missing all the fun.” No reaction. “Zoe’s pretty terrific; I bet she’d like you in there.”
Nothing. He didn’t even look up. That’s when I saw the earbuds. Brett was in an online world all his own, thumbs tapping away.
Fuck it, I thought. My short career as a couple’s therapist was over. I stepped outside into the cold for a quick cigarette.
Returning a few minutes later, I found Zoe in the corner with Brett having a quiet conversation. It seemed pleasant enough in tone, although I couldn’t hear the words. She was being persuasive. Good for her, I thought. I hope he listens.
I pulled out my phone and posted a message to the TMF prep thread for Ellen’s party with a quick update on how the night was going. (This would have been January 7, 2024, early evening. It’s out there if you look.)
Through the window, in the soft light of the great room, I could see Laura removing a small oval plug from the padding on one end of the massage table; the face cradle, I assumed. The ladies were chatting animatedly in small groups, sipping their drinks and maybe getting a little tipsy. Debra was snug in her favorite chair, and Ellen was looking around expectantly. Things were about to get rolling.
From the corner of my eye I saw Zoe rise up and step away from Brett, heading toward the great room door. I was closer and opened it for her. She gave me a curious smile and thanked me as she passed into the room. Ellen was about to speak.
“Okay everyone, listen up!” she said. “Laura is going to explain to us what tickle therapy is, and then take any volunteers. Laura, take it away!”
I won’t share Laura’s real-life job, except to say that it involves a heavy dose of professional speaking. She’s great at it. I enjoyed lingering inside the patio door and watching her do her thing, especially considering the subject matter. In this setting, she was professional, cool, and charming, laced with an undertone of playful sexiness. I was mesmerized.
“The point of tickle therapy,” she began, “is stress relief. Unlike what you just experienced in the hogtie demo, the tickling here should be just enough to get a person laughing. You don’t want them thrashing and begging.”
“That’s a relief,” Romi said to some chuckles. “So why tie people down?”
“Good question,” Laura answered. “The idea is that once you’re tied, then psychologically you’re no longer accountable for your decisions. In a sense, you’ve surrendered control, and with that can come a sense of relief, or even release. Sometimes not knowing what to do with yourself can cause stress. Being tied allows you to relax your inhibitions because you no longer need to make choices. And when you relax your inhibitions, you can just…relax.”
Jess nodded. “I can see how that might work.”
“It sounds a little scary, though,” offered Mindi. “I mean, we’re all friends, but it seems like the kind of thing that could easily cross a line.”
Laura nodded. “That brings in another important element: trust. Just like with the hogtie, allowing someone to restrain you is a huge leap of faith. So under the right conditions, in the right setting or type of relationship, this kind of play can really bring people closer.”
“Or,” Zoe said with a grin, “it could make for a really great prank.” Mindi raised her eyebrows at this as the ladies chuckled softly.
“Any volunteers?” Laura asked.
Romi stepped right up. “Sure!” she said. “This was actually the idea that brought me here after Ellen described it. She showed me videos from some Russian spa.”
Romi climbed onto the table, laying belly down and peeking at the floor through the face cradle’s oval opening. Laura knelt and guided each of Romi’s wrists into a Velcro cuff, snugging them tight against the front legs of the table. Romi flexed her fingers and tugged. “Just soft tickling,” she said, lifting her head and smiling. “You all heard her, right?” The group chuckled.
“Just soft,” Laura agreed.
Next Laura took a rolled up towel and placed it under Romi’s ankles, elevating the soles of her feet. Romi’s toes just cleared the end of the table. Laura took another set of linked cuffs that were anchored under the table and secured the yoga instructor’s ankles. Finally she reached under the table and adjusted a strap, pulling Romi’s legs down tight.
“Yikes!” Romi exclaimed, twisting and pulling. “That worked! I’m stuck.” The sturdy table creaked but didn’t sway.
I was busy watching the ladies watch Laura and Romi. Ellen stood alongside Debra in her chair, hand on her partner’s shoulder, observing curiously. Debra’s eyes were fixed on the proceedings with interest, but she held her expression neutral. Jess stood watching intently with her arms crossed, fingers thoughtfully tapping her chin. Rita kept shifting her position to get the best angle, softly biting her bottom lip. Zoe stood watching with her arms crossed.
Darlene and Mindi were a little less attentive. They would watch a bit, and then tidy something up. Darlene seemed to be staging empty glasses and plates to clear away later. Mindi was helping her, and also pushing gift bag contents into more organized piles where they’d been left scattered.
Laura stepped forward again. “Okay,” she said. “Zoe? Where was Romi the most ticklish?”
“Her feet,” Zoe answered.
“So we’ll save those for last,” Laura explained. “I'll start with a light stroking massage along her shoulders and back.”
Romi was wearing a form-fitting dark sleeveless tank top. As Laura spoke, she placed her nails on the back of Romi’s neck and started to trace soft patterns along her trapezius muscles and down her lats.
Romi’s body shivered. “That feels good but it does tickle,” she said.
Laura repeated the pattern a few more times, slowly extending her nails further down along Romi’s sides with each stroke. On the third or fourth pass, Romi flinched.
“Relax,” Laura coached softly. “Let it tickle, and just laugh if you need to. Try not to struggle.”
Romi’s breath had been hitching, but when she heard Laura, her muscles untensed and she began to chuckle softly. Laura kept stroking, now from Romi’s underarms down along her ribs, and the chuckle became a low pleasant laugh.
The room laughed with her.
“You’re doing great!” Laura encouraged her. “I can actually feel you relaxing your muscles.”
“Twenty… hehehe… twenty years of yoga training will… haha…AHH! will do that for you,” Romi managed.
“Okay then,” Laura warned. “Let’s try your legs and feet.”
“Oh god…” Romi’s muscles immediately tensed again as Laura walked slowly back, nails tracing along her legs.
At the end of the table, Laura had a small open jar of cream waiting. She took two generous dabs and applied them to the bottoms of Romi’s feet. Romi yelped and jumped at the touch.
“You’re okay,” Laura soothed. “This ought to feel good.”
Romi’s cry of surprise became a moan of pleasure as she enjoyed the massage. But gradually, Laura’s kneading fingers began to curl until her nails were ticklishly teasing Romi’s soles.
Romi’s back and arms tensed like cables and her legs flexed against the nylon strap as we all heard a muffled scream come from deep in her throat. Laura immediately backed off, but kept lightly teasing.
Romi lifted her face from the table and looked pleadingly at her friends. “I ca… aahahaha… I can’t… AAHhahaha… I can’t take this!” It was hard for her to talk, giggling and shaking her head in disbelief. She buried her face again with a furious “Grrrrrr!!!”
Laura kept saying, “Easy, easy,” and lightening her touch until her nails were barely stroking Romi’s feet. Finally, Romi seemed to regain some composure as her muscles slowly relaxed and she returned to soft, gentle laughter, punctuated with only an occasional high-pitched yelp.
The whole process lasted maybe ten minutes, and by the end Romi was laughing freely and comfortably at the tickling touch, kicking gently but with her struggles mostly forgotten. Once Laura declared her “cured” and released her, she climbed off the table, flushed but relaxed, to a round of applause.
“That was amazing!” she said. “It was so hard to stay relaxed, but by forcing myself to let go, I could feel my tension just flowing away.” She looked back at Laura. “Can you teach me?”
“Of course!” Laura said. “How about you help me with the others?”
Ellen tried next, and it was a good thing she was restrained, because she never quite mastered the art of “just laughing.” No matter how lightly Laura and Romi tickled her, to the great amusement of everyone watching, Ellen’s arms and legs never stopped flailing as she was overcome with laughter.
“There’s some great practice for you,” Laura said to Romi when it ended. “If you ever get Ellen through a session successfully, you’ll know you’ve mastered this.”
Sometime during Ellen’s turn, Brett had slipped out of the patio room and taken up a spot along the back wall, not far from where I stood.
Ellen leaned on Debra to try it next, but her majesty once again declined, citing how comfortable her chair was. The room booed her roundly, but all in good fun.
As the booing died down, Jess raised her hand. “I'll try it,” she said with a shy smile. As she approached the table, I caught her shooting a side glance at Brett, who raised his eyebrows and grinned. Odd…
Once she was tied down, Jess was the opposite of Romi. She could barely control underarm and rib tickles, but chuckled and squirmed happily when Lara and Romi moved to her feet. Five minutes of soft laughter later, and the music teacher was a relaxed and happy puddle.
As Jess stood up smiling, all eyes searched the room for more takers. Darlene and Mindi remained distracted by busywork, maybe intentionally, so no one pressed them. Zoe had slipped to the back of the room to talk quietly with Brett.
That left Rita, who blushed furiously when everyone looked at her.
“Oh my God I will die!” she gushed, but she clearly wanted to try it. With some gentle prodding from Romi and Laura, she climbed onto the table to be secured like the others.
Rita’s entire body flushed red when Laura and Romi began stroking her back and legs, and she couldn’t hold in a series of tiny, high-pitched screams at first when they got to her underarms, ribs, and feet. But as they’d done with the others, the ladies backed off until Rita’s cries subsided into soft moans and quiet laughter. Rita’s biggest problem was that she couldn’t stop squirming, even after Laura tightened her straps. She was breathless and glowing bright pink when they finally released the cuffs.
“I need a fucking cigarette,” Rita breathed as she stood, getting a round of laughs from the room. “Ok Zoe,” she continued once things got quiet. “Your turn! Get your ass on the table.”
Zoe shook her head. “I’ve been tickled out tonight, but I think Brett might give it a try!”
Laura and Romi exchanged a look, and Romi cracked her knuckles. “Well get him over here, then!” she said to a chorus of whoops and whistles from the other ladies.
“Are you serious?” Brett asked, smiling and soaking up the attention. He pushed away from the wall, only a hint of uncertainty in his stance as he visibly puffed up.
My spider sense tingled. Reading people is part of my job, and the room was suddenly alive with crazy signals. Zoe, Romi, Jess, Rita, and my lovely wife Laura were all looking at Brett with a stark and barely contained lustful tension that charged the air. Debra simply raised an eyebrow and took in the scene. Ellen was carefully neutral, affecting a poker face very unlike her. Darlene and Mindi paused to look around.
I finally caught Laura’s eye for maybe a quarter of a second. I cut a glance to Brett and back to her. The corner of her mouth twitched a millimeter.
Ohhhh fuck, I thought. Run, kid. Save yourself.
“Oh, we're very serious,” Laura purred.
And that was it. Brett rolled his shoulders, and with his best aw shucks grin, stepped into the trap.
To be continued…
I rigged the massage table with cuffs for Laura’s demo and then headed out to the patio as the ladies enjoyed their drinks. Brett seemed like an asshole, but I still felt a little bad for him. I mean, we’ve all had tough nights, and this was a pretty weird date. Maybe he just needed a nudge to make the best of it.
The patio was dark except for the low flickering of the gas fire and the glow of Brett’s phone. I leaned against the wall near an outside door across from him. “Hey man,” I said, nodding at his phone. “You’re missing all the fun.” No reaction. “Zoe’s pretty terrific; I bet she’d like you in there.”
Nothing. He didn’t even look up. That’s when I saw the earbuds. Brett was in an online world all his own, thumbs tapping away.
Fuck it, I thought. My short career as a couple’s therapist was over. I stepped outside into the cold for a quick cigarette.
Returning a few minutes later, I found Zoe in the corner with Brett having a quiet conversation. It seemed pleasant enough in tone, although I couldn’t hear the words. She was being persuasive. Good for her, I thought. I hope he listens.
I pulled out my phone and posted a message to the TMF prep thread for Ellen’s party with a quick update on how the night was going. (This would have been January 7, 2024, early evening. It’s out there if you look.)
Through the window, in the soft light of the great room, I could see Laura removing a small oval plug from the padding on one end of the massage table; the face cradle, I assumed. The ladies were chatting animatedly in small groups, sipping their drinks and maybe getting a little tipsy. Debra was snug in her favorite chair, and Ellen was looking around expectantly. Things were about to get rolling.
From the corner of my eye I saw Zoe rise up and step away from Brett, heading toward the great room door. I was closer and opened it for her. She gave me a curious smile and thanked me as she passed into the room. Ellen was about to speak.
“Okay everyone, listen up!” she said. “Laura is going to explain to us what tickle therapy is, and then take any volunteers. Laura, take it away!”
I won’t share Laura’s real-life job, except to say that it involves a heavy dose of professional speaking. She’s great at it. I enjoyed lingering inside the patio door and watching her do her thing, especially considering the subject matter. In this setting, she was professional, cool, and charming, laced with an undertone of playful sexiness. I was mesmerized.
“The point of tickle therapy,” she began, “is stress relief. Unlike what you just experienced in the hogtie demo, the tickling here should be just enough to get a person laughing. You don’t want them thrashing and begging.”
“That’s a relief,” Romi said to some chuckles. “So why tie people down?”
“Good question,” Laura answered. “The idea is that once you’re tied, then psychologically you’re no longer accountable for your decisions. In a sense, you’ve surrendered control, and with that can come a sense of relief, or even release. Sometimes not knowing what to do with yourself can cause stress. Being tied allows you to relax your inhibitions because you no longer need to make choices. And when you relax your inhibitions, you can just…relax.”
Jess nodded. “I can see how that might work.”
“It sounds a little scary, though,” offered Mindi. “I mean, we’re all friends, but it seems like the kind of thing that could easily cross a line.”
Laura nodded. “That brings in another important element: trust. Just like with the hogtie, allowing someone to restrain you is a huge leap of faith. So under the right conditions, in the right setting or type of relationship, this kind of play can really bring people closer.”
“Or,” Zoe said with a grin, “it could make for a really great prank.” Mindi raised her eyebrows at this as the ladies chuckled softly.
“Any volunteers?” Laura asked.
Romi stepped right up. “Sure!” she said. “This was actually the idea that brought me here after Ellen described it. She showed me videos from some Russian spa.”
Romi climbed onto the table, laying belly down and peeking at the floor through the face cradle’s oval opening. Laura knelt and guided each of Romi’s wrists into a Velcro cuff, snugging them tight against the front legs of the table. Romi flexed her fingers and tugged. “Just soft tickling,” she said, lifting her head and smiling. “You all heard her, right?” The group chuckled.
“Just soft,” Laura agreed.
Next Laura took a rolled up towel and placed it under Romi’s ankles, elevating the soles of her feet. Romi’s toes just cleared the end of the table. Laura took another set of linked cuffs that were anchored under the table and secured the yoga instructor’s ankles. Finally she reached under the table and adjusted a strap, pulling Romi’s legs down tight.
“Yikes!” Romi exclaimed, twisting and pulling. “That worked! I’m stuck.” The sturdy table creaked but didn’t sway.
I was busy watching the ladies watch Laura and Romi. Ellen stood alongside Debra in her chair, hand on her partner’s shoulder, observing curiously. Debra’s eyes were fixed on the proceedings with interest, but she held her expression neutral. Jess stood watching intently with her arms crossed, fingers thoughtfully tapping her chin. Rita kept shifting her position to get the best angle, softly biting her bottom lip. Zoe stood watching with her arms crossed.
Darlene and Mindi were a little less attentive. They would watch a bit, and then tidy something up. Darlene seemed to be staging empty glasses and plates to clear away later. Mindi was helping her, and also pushing gift bag contents into more organized piles where they’d been left scattered.
Laura stepped forward again. “Okay,” she said. “Zoe? Where was Romi the most ticklish?”
“Her feet,” Zoe answered.
“So we’ll save those for last,” Laura explained. “I'll start with a light stroking massage along her shoulders and back.”
Romi was wearing a form-fitting dark sleeveless tank top. As Laura spoke, she placed her nails on the back of Romi’s neck and started to trace soft patterns along her trapezius muscles and down her lats.
Romi’s body shivered. “That feels good but it does tickle,” she said.
Laura repeated the pattern a few more times, slowly extending her nails further down along Romi’s sides with each stroke. On the third or fourth pass, Romi flinched.
“Relax,” Laura coached softly. “Let it tickle, and just laugh if you need to. Try not to struggle.”
Romi’s breath had been hitching, but when she heard Laura, her muscles untensed and she began to chuckle softly. Laura kept stroking, now from Romi’s underarms down along her ribs, and the chuckle became a low pleasant laugh.
The room laughed with her.
“You’re doing great!” Laura encouraged her. “I can actually feel you relaxing your muscles.”
“Twenty… hehehe… twenty years of yoga training will… haha…AHH! will do that for you,” Romi managed.
“Okay then,” Laura warned. “Let’s try your legs and feet.”
“Oh god…” Romi’s muscles immediately tensed again as Laura walked slowly back, nails tracing along her legs.
At the end of the table, Laura had a small open jar of cream waiting. She took two generous dabs and applied them to the bottoms of Romi’s feet. Romi yelped and jumped at the touch.
“You’re okay,” Laura soothed. “This ought to feel good.”
Romi’s cry of surprise became a moan of pleasure as she enjoyed the massage. But gradually, Laura’s kneading fingers began to curl until her nails were ticklishly teasing Romi’s soles.
Romi’s back and arms tensed like cables and her legs flexed against the nylon strap as we all heard a muffled scream come from deep in her throat. Laura immediately backed off, but kept lightly teasing.
Romi lifted her face from the table and looked pleadingly at her friends. “I ca… aahahaha… I can’t… AAHhahaha… I can’t take this!” It was hard for her to talk, giggling and shaking her head in disbelief. She buried her face again with a furious “Grrrrrr!!!”
Laura kept saying, “Easy, easy,” and lightening her touch until her nails were barely stroking Romi’s feet. Finally, Romi seemed to regain some composure as her muscles slowly relaxed and she returned to soft, gentle laughter, punctuated with only an occasional high-pitched yelp.
The whole process lasted maybe ten minutes, and by the end Romi was laughing freely and comfortably at the tickling touch, kicking gently but with her struggles mostly forgotten. Once Laura declared her “cured” and released her, she climbed off the table, flushed but relaxed, to a round of applause.
“That was amazing!” she said. “It was so hard to stay relaxed, but by forcing myself to let go, I could feel my tension just flowing away.” She looked back at Laura. “Can you teach me?”
“Of course!” Laura said. “How about you help me with the others?”
Ellen tried next, and it was a good thing she was restrained, because she never quite mastered the art of “just laughing.” No matter how lightly Laura and Romi tickled her, to the great amusement of everyone watching, Ellen’s arms and legs never stopped flailing as she was overcome with laughter.
“There’s some great practice for you,” Laura said to Romi when it ended. “If you ever get Ellen through a session successfully, you’ll know you’ve mastered this.”
Sometime during Ellen’s turn, Brett had slipped out of the patio room and taken up a spot along the back wall, not far from where I stood.
Ellen leaned on Debra to try it next, but her majesty once again declined, citing how comfortable her chair was. The room booed her roundly, but all in good fun.
As the booing died down, Jess raised her hand. “I'll try it,” she said with a shy smile. As she approached the table, I caught her shooting a side glance at Brett, who raised his eyebrows and grinned. Odd…
Once she was tied down, Jess was the opposite of Romi. She could barely control underarm and rib tickles, but chuckled and squirmed happily when Lara and Romi moved to her feet. Five minutes of soft laughter later, and the music teacher was a relaxed and happy puddle.
As Jess stood up smiling, all eyes searched the room for more takers. Darlene and Mindi remained distracted by busywork, maybe intentionally, so no one pressed them. Zoe had slipped to the back of the room to talk quietly with Brett.
That left Rita, who blushed furiously when everyone looked at her.
“Oh my God I will die!” she gushed, but she clearly wanted to try it. With some gentle prodding from Romi and Laura, she climbed onto the table to be secured like the others.
Rita’s entire body flushed red when Laura and Romi began stroking her back and legs, and she couldn’t hold in a series of tiny, high-pitched screams at first when they got to her underarms, ribs, and feet. But as they’d done with the others, the ladies backed off until Rita’s cries subsided into soft moans and quiet laughter. Rita’s biggest problem was that she couldn’t stop squirming, even after Laura tightened her straps. She was breathless and glowing bright pink when they finally released the cuffs.
“I need a fucking cigarette,” Rita breathed as she stood, getting a round of laughs from the room. “Ok Zoe,” she continued once things got quiet. “Your turn! Get your ass on the table.”
Zoe shook her head. “I’ve been tickled out tonight, but I think Brett might give it a try!”
Laura and Romi exchanged a look, and Romi cracked her knuckles. “Well get him over here, then!” she said to a chorus of whoops and whistles from the other ladies.
“Are you serious?” Brett asked, smiling and soaking up the attention. He pushed away from the wall, only a hint of uncertainty in his stance as he visibly puffed up.
My spider sense tingled. Reading people is part of my job, and the room was suddenly alive with crazy signals. Zoe, Romi, Jess, Rita, and my lovely wife Laura were all looking at Brett with a stark and barely contained lustful tension that charged the air. Debra simply raised an eyebrow and took in the scene. Ellen was carefully neutral, affecting a poker face very unlike her. Darlene and Mindi paused to look around.
I finally caught Laura’s eye for maybe a quarter of a second. I cut a glance to Brett and back to her. The corner of her mouth twitched a millimeter.
Ohhhh fuck, I thought. Run, kid. Save yourself.
“Oh, we're very serious,” Laura purred.
And that was it. Brett rolled his shoulders, and with his best aw shucks grin, stepped into the trap.
To be continued…
