Heck, I'll dig out another to contribute. It's a short one, but sticks in my memory well.
Out at Work
I've worked in a number of large companies in the computer biz. Folks there, in my field, and those around me, tend to be varied and interesting. Not a buttoned-down world, is the computer biz.
One such gig, shortly after I'd suffered a stroke (which did surprisingly little damage, as I was young when I had it) had me backing out of management roles, and back to the working end of the biz. One managerial newbie was a lass I'll call Emily. Em was an unusual and interesting kid. By kid, I mean to state she's younger than me by around a decade, just out of college and wet behind the ears. We got on well, and became pals, and found we were both deviants, and rather open minded.
I have this slick belt that converts, handily, into a two OR three loop cuff set. As she favored bdsm, and admitted so repeatedly, I mentioned that I wore my toy in to work that day. I told her I shared her interest in bondage, but that I was a step farther out than she. When it was clear she HAD to know, and had made her discretion clear, I told her of my fascination with tickling. She blinked, grinned, and was fascinated by that. The lady had a science mind, and thought such a thing made perfect sense, and suited me. She then surprised me.
She wanted to try on the cuffs.
She kicked off her sandles and stuck her feet in my lap, and asked to try on the cuffs. I kid you not. You could have knocked me down with a feather. The bonus, here, is that I was in a lab, buried deep within the building, with rack upon rack of noisy equipment just outside my door. Literally, I was in an undetectable area for our interest. I managed, through some miracle, to avoid fainting outright, and giggled a bit while tying her ankles together. For those who appreciate feet, and I do, though clearly not as much as brethren here, I was duly impressed. She had pretty feet, clean and neat, that she'd donated to my cuffs.
As if I wasn't already nearly stunned, she said, "You can tickle me." Very matter-of-factly. Quite polite, I thought. Kind, too. Not being a buffoon, I thanked her for the kind offer, and began with her left foot, which was nearest to me.
I drug a fingertip lightly up the sole of her left foot, which got, from her, a delighted giggle. Dancing my fingertips across her sole got outright laughter. Continuous, delightful laughter, it got, with her holding her hands to her mouth to cover the sound. She made little effort to get loose of my grip, and said nothing about discontinuing, though, so I persisted.
I tickled under her toes, which was another winner, awarding me scrunching of toes and more laughter. The tops of her feet had her merely tittering, but made her wiggle more, oddly. The sides, as well. I stopped short of nibbling, which is a usual for me, as it never fails to get a lot of response, as it seemed a bit intimate for the moment.
The right foot garnished the same lovely effect, and she duly submitted to all, allowing me to, quite literally, play to my hearts content. I stopped only because it was starting to arouse me, and, as I had a lover at the time, and no agreement concerning Em, it seemed right to honor the relationship, and stop. It's one of the few times I regretted being honorable, however briefly.
Em and I are still pals. Watched her marry recently. I consider asking her for another opportunity. Perhaps, now that I recall such so clearly, I shall. If I do, I'll report it here.
dvnc
Out at Work
I've worked in a number of large companies in the computer biz. Folks there, in my field, and those around me, tend to be varied and interesting. Not a buttoned-down world, is the computer biz.
One such gig, shortly after I'd suffered a stroke (which did surprisingly little damage, as I was young when I had it) had me backing out of management roles, and back to the working end of the biz. One managerial newbie was a lass I'll call Emily. Em was an unusual and interesting kid. By kid, I mean to state she's younger than me by around a decade, just out of college and wet behind the ears. We got on well, and became pals, and found we were both deviants, and rather open minded.
I have this slick belt that converts, handily, into a two OR three loop cuff set. As she favored bdsm, and admitted so repeatedly, I mentioned that I wore my toy in to work that day. I told her I shared her interest in bondage, but that I was a step farther out than she. When it was clear she HAD to know, and had made her discretion clear, I told her of my fascination with tickling. She blinked, grinned, and was fascinated by that. The lady had a science mind, and thought such a thing made perfect sense, and suited me. She then surprised me.
She wanted to try on the cuffs.
She kicked off her sandles and stuck her feet in my lap, and asked to try on the cuffs. I kid you not. You could have knocked me down with a feather. The bonus, here, is that I was in a lab, buried deep within the building, with rack upon rack of noisy equipment just outside my door. Literally, I was in an undetectable area for our interest. I managed, through some miracle, to avoid fainting outright, and giggled a bit while tying her ankles together. For those who appreciate feet, and I do, though clearly not as much as brethren here, I was duly impressed. She had pretty feet, clean and neat, that she'd donated to my cuffs.
As if I wasn't already nearly stunned, she said, "You can tickle me." Very matter-of-factly. Quite polite, I thought. Kind, too. Not being a buffoon, I thanked her for the kind offer, and began with her left foot, which was nearest to me.
I drug a fingertip lightly up the sole of her left foot, which got, from her, a delighted giggle. Dancing my fingertips across her sole got outright laughter. Continuous, delightful laughter, it got, with her holding her hands to her mouth to cover the sound. She made little effort to get loose of my grip, and said nothing about discontinuing, though, so I persisted.
I tickled under her toes, which was another winner, awarding me scrunching of toes and more laughter. The tops of her feet had her merely tittering, but made her wiggle more, oddly. The sides, as well. I stopped short of nibbling, which is a usual for me, as it never fails to get a lot of response, as it seemed a bit intimate for the moment.
The right foot garnished the same lovely effect, and she duly submitted to all, allowing me to, quite literally, play to my hearts content. I stopped only because it was starting to arouse me, and, as I had a lover at the time, and no agreement concerning Em, it seemed right to honor the relationship, and stop. It's one of the few times I regretted being honorable, however briefly.
Em and I are still pals. Watched her marry recently. I consider asking her for another opportunity. Perhaps, now that I recall such so clearly, I shall. If I do, I'll report it here.
dvnc
