tickleinsanity
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So this is my first post.. so go easy on me. 🙂 I am a newbie to the forum. I've always loved to be tickled.. gets my mind off the crazy world and forces me to relax, which I'm not particularly good at. Recently, I started exploring tickling more, which is how I got into the forum and started wanting to try the things I was watching and reading. Luckily, negotiation is an amazing tool, so he has been willing to entertain my tickling fetish in return for whatever he pleases.
Today, like some (ok - most) other days, I couldn't get tickling off my mind. I wanted it... bad. So, I went for it tonight. I asked if he would be willing to tickle me in return for some things that would pleasure him. He kindly agreed. I ran into the bedroom and threw my clothes off, at his request; I jumped on the bed and shot my arms and legs out, anxiously awaiting to get into the bed straps. I could tell I was getting turned on as he walked slowly around the bed and anchored my ankles and wrists into the straps. I couldn't move. I was smiling and so ready to be completely exhausted by his tickling hands. I could feel the anticipation building up.. my thoughts raced. "How intense would it be tonight?" "Would he go specifically for my underarms, knowing that is my most ticklish spot?" I couldn't wait.. I was smiling as I thought about how good it was going to feel.
Within a few moments, it had begun. I felt his hands all over me and begun to laugh uncontrollably. I was squirming around the bed, not being able to move my arms or legs because of the straps. My head began to thrash around. My long hair started completely coming out of my ponytail, and soon my hair was a complete mess. I could feel my heart racing and hear my breathing start to get louder. He threw his body over my calves and began to tickle my feet with both of his hands. My little toes couldn't stand it; I was going wild. I was squealing and thrashing around. I could feel my throat start to hurt as I screamed with laughter. He stopped and looked up at me. I was completely out of breathe, but within a few seconds, I looked at him, smiled, and said "More tickle!". He got on his knees in front of me and went for my sides. I immediately threw my head back and completely lost it. I felt like I was drowning in my own laughter. He moved around my upper body, and I loved every second. I didn't want it to end, yet I was getting so hot from squirming around the bed. I wanted his hands to multiply; I wanted him to cover every single inch of my ticklish body. There was nothing in his way - just his hands and my body. His hands moved quickly around me, and I helplessly squealed with enjoyment.
He stopped and listened to my heavy breathing. I thought, "he hasn't gone for the ultimate spot yet. Was he going to now?" I wasn't sure, yet I couldn't stand the anticipation. In between catching my breath, I said to him, after a few seconds, "more tickle please!". And then, I asked him for what I knew would be the grand finale for me before we moved on to his requests for the night. I said, "Babe, can you please straddle me and tickle my underarms?". He agreed and got on top of me. As he was getting on top of me, I could hardly contain my excitement. This was my favorite. My underarms in the bed straps, with him on top of me as an extra restraint, is the jackpot. I smiled so big as he began running his fingers up and down my underarms. I squealed so high pitched over and over again. It felt amazing. It was incredible. I was loving every second. I didn't want it to end, yet I was so helpless and running out of breath quickly. After a few minutes, he stopped and I breathed loudly, trying to catch my breath. It was finished. Wow - and it was amazing. Man, I love my bed straps. Perhaps, I can talk him into using them again soon.
Today, like some (ok - most) other days, I couldn't get tickling off my mind. I wanted it... bad. So, I went for it tonight. I asked if he would be willing to tickle me in return for some things that would pleasure him. He kindly agreed. I ran into the bedroom and threw my clothes off, at his request; I jumped on the bed and shot my arms and legs out, anxiously awaiting to get into the bed straps. I could tell I was getting turned on as he walked slowly around the bed and anchored my ankles and wrists into the straps. I couldn't move. I was smiling and so ready to be completely exhausted by his tickling hands. I could feel the anticipation building up.. my thoughts raced. "How intense would it be tonight?" "Would he go specifically for my underarms, knowing that is my most ticklish spot?" I couldn't wait.. I was smiling as I thought about how good it was going to feel.
Within a few moments, it had begun. I felt his hands all over me and begun to laugh uncontrollably. I was squirming around the bed, not being able to move my arms or legs because of the straps. My head began to thrash around. My long hair started completely coming out of my ponytail, and soon my hair was a complete mess. I could feel my heart racing and hear my breathing start to get louder. He threw his body over my calves and began to tickle my feet with both of his hands. My little toes couldn't stand it; I was going wild. I was squealing and thrashing around. I could feel my throat start to hurt as I screamed with laughter. He stopped and looked up at me. I was completely out of breathe, but within a few seconds, I looked at him, smiled, and said "More tickle!". He got on his knees in front of me and went for my sides. I immediately threw my head back and completely lost it. I felt like I was drowning in my own laughter. He moved around my upper body, and I loved every second. I didn't want it to end, yet I was getting so hot from squirming around the bed. I wanted his hands to multiply; I wanted him to cover every single inch of my ticklish body. There was nothing in his way - just his hands and my body. His hands moved quickly around me, and I helplessly squealed with enjoyment.
He stopped and listened to my heavy breathing. I thought, "he hasn't gone for the ultimate spot yet. Was he going to now?" I wasn't sure, yet I couldn't stand the anticipation. In between catching my breath, I said to him, after a few seconds, "more tickle please!". And then, I asked him for what I knew would be the grand finale for me before we moved on to his requests for the night. I said, "Babe, can you please straddle me and tickle my underarms?". He agreed and got on top of me. As he was getting on top of me, I could hardly contain my excitement. This was my favorite. My underarms in the bed straps, with him on top of me as an extra restraint, is the jackpot. I smiled so big as he began running his fingers up and down my underarms. I squealed so high pitched over and over again. It felt amazing. It was incredible. I was loving every second. I didn't want it to end, yet I was so helpless and running out of breath quickly. After a few minutes, he stopped and I breathed loudly, trying to catch my breath. It was finished. Wow - and it was amazing. Man, I love my bed straps. Perhaps, I can talk him into using them again soon.
