Hi everyone, this is my first ever post! Exciting I know. Please comment if you like my true story and I will share more. This is the true story of the first time my girlfriend and I got her strapped down tight for some intense tickling. At this time, I as 23 and she was 25. She was a beautiful blonde, about 5'7". I was so in love. Unfortunately, we broke up a year after this story took place.
I had been dating my girlfriend about a month, and we were happy taking things slow. She discovered she loved being held down and me on top of her when I wanted to play with her. We were actually shopping in Walmart for some plastic file cabinets for my classroom. Naturally, she wanted to see the clothes, so I followed her over there. We pass a row of leather belts, and she tries one on. “How does it look?” “Wow! You're beautiful hun.” Then I lean into her ear, and whisper softly “You would be even more beautiful if I tied you up in it.” Then I lean and kiss her cheek and squeeze her butt. She looks at me, her jaw open and eyes piercing me. She turns her attention back to the belt rack, and quietly adds one, two, three, four, five, six....seven.. and eight of the longest leather belts they had into the kart. She pushes the kart forward, and places her hand on my back. She leans in to my neck and bites my earlobe as we're trying to keep walking down the isle. “MmmmmhhhMMMmmM” she hums into my ear, digging her nails into my back and scratching down my dark blue polo. That was all she said about that.
That evening, I cook pasta for dinner at her place. The aroma of garlic and pesto fills her house. We sit at the table, and she's wearing her black tank top, tan shorts, and little black ankle socks. I have my blue polo, blue denim jeans, and my Vans on. She looks at me mischievously throughout dinner, eyes occasionally glancing back to the Walmart bag. She brings up what the “plan” is for the evening. We had only been dating one month, and we have not had sex yet. I, personally, was not comfortable going that far, and she expressed the same. She leans into me, asking “What do you want to do to me?” “I want to run my fingers everywhere and gently tickle and massage your body- after you're strapped down. Just you and me.” “Pleaseeeee...” she days in a deep, prolonged exhale of air. Dinner ended, and I was putting all the dishes inside the sink. She came up behind me, putting her fingers through my belt loops and tugging my hips into hers. Her teeth nibble my earlobe as she pulls me towards her.
“Go walk the dog” I tell her. She looks at me, puzzled. I twist around, my chest facing hers. I plant a little kiss on her lips. “Take Peanut for a walk.” She still looks puzzled at me. “Take Pumpkin. I'll stay here and set things up. I'll be waiting for you.” She turns red, looks at me, and quickly goes upstairs to change into more athletic wear. I keep washing the dishes, and soon she comes down, dressed for a long walk. She is in her black athletic tank top and blue athletic capri pants with neon green stripes. Five inches of beautiful tan skin flow from the end of her capri pants into top of new white socks she just put on, inside her white Nike running shoes. “Are these appropriate clothes for fun later?” She smiles a big wide smile. “Yes, you are beautiful!” I plant a kiss on her lips. “When you come back, go pee before you come upstairs. You may be a bit tied up.” She turns red again, blushing hard. I put my hand on her back and push her towards the door, with the dog already sitting by his leash. She hooks up the dog and leaves out the door.
I take the belts we bought and carry them to the bedroom. Little did she know, I planned on using the restraint system she has seen before. She has an amazing guest bedroom above the garage that has a large queen bed, and plenty of room on either side- the perfect place for securing one of us down to be at the mercy of the other. The Walmart straps are to add more fun on top of the already awesome 4-point restraint system I use. I have my four large brown leather cuffs that have silver buckles and a metal D rings. Two of them are slightly larger for ankles, and I painted a small “A” on them so anyone would know. I take them out of the bag and place the two wrist ones at each corner of the headboard, and the two ankle ones at each corner of the foot board. Continuing inside the bag, I pull out ratcheting cargo straps, that can ratchet tighter. (Neat adjustable feature! Useful for many different positions and victims!) Each strap has a ratchet in the middle, and a hook on each end. I hook one D ring of the wrist cuff into the cargo strap, and secure the other end under the solid Oak bed frame. I repeat the process with the other three cuffs, all hooked through the D rings and connected under the bed. Next, I undid all the buckles and laid the cuffs open- like a Venus flytrap- waiting for my girlfriend to return.
I hear the front door open, and the dog running inside. Moments later I hear the fan in the bathroom come on, knowing she is getting ready. I stand by the bedroom door, waiting with it all the way open. She finishes and turns the corner and sees me there. I can tell she's nervous, but she still walks towards me, hands fidgeting. I give her a kiss, and push her inside the room, locking the door behind us.
Taking a look at the bed, she looks more nervous. I nudge her towards the bed and she hesitantly walks towards it. “See?” I tell her. “Your hands go here, and your legs go here,” my hands pointing. “Lay down, put your head on this pillow.” She lays on her back, still obviously nervous. I lean onto her and kiss her lips as I reach for her hands. “Arms out, Legs out” I assert. I pull her right hand up and wrap it in the thick leather cuff. Moments later, the silver buckle has captured its prey and that arm is secure. I take her other arm and repeat the process, her being more reluctant to place her second arm up high above her. Her second wrist engulfed by the brown leather and silver buckle, I look into her eyes. Man, she really is nervous. She looks at me biting her bottom lip.
Walking to her legs, I pull her left one to the corner of the bed. This larger ankle cuff consumes most of the her tan skin between the end of her capris and top of her sock. Her final free limb puts up no resistance as the last silver buckle locks her ankle in place. I stand up and step back, looking at her.
“How do you feel?” She looks at me, and tries to wiggle. Her right arm actually can pull down a few inches, leading me to ratchet the cargo strap tighter, pulling her arm straight. “I feel fine, I can't move though!” “You got a problem with that hmmm?” She looks directly at me and sticks her tongue out, sassing me. “Touch me” she whispers. “Put your hands on me.”
I take my shoes off as I study her. Her arms are strapped tight above, her legs are strapped tight down, and she is so adorable in her blank tank top, blue capris and white running shoes. My shoes off, I climb up and lay down next to her. “Hi!” I say happily. “..Hhh...hiii....” she says with hesitation, watching my hands. Laying next to her, one finger gently touches her underarm. I tease her gently, only one finger swirling on her underarm. She giggles a little, trying to hold it in and stay brave. I get up, and straddle her, taking aim at both ribs. Her face turns to shock once she realizes she can't move her arms down for protection. My fingers slowly frolic around her sides, gliding up and down, causing delicious squeals and bucking underneath me. Her head bolts up, her arms yanking uselessly on her cuffs.
Her giggles continue as I lift my fingers away from her underarms. “Mmm... I'll give you a break. Want some water?” I say, looking at her. “No, I'm fine. You suck, but I'm fine.” I stop straddling her and sit up next to her. “Aww, but you're so cute when you're all red!” I tell her, gently brushing her blonde bangs out of her face. “Mmmhmmm... Hmmmph!” she mutters, sticking her tongue out and wiggling her hands as her brown leather wrist cuffs securely keep her arms tightly outstretched above her.
I keep messing with her bangs on her forehead, and I lean in for a light kiss. She locks her lips on mine and slips me her tongue unexpectedly. “Soooo.. are you going to let me go now?” she says inquisitively, batting her eyes at me. “Hmm... I don't know... have you had enough yet?” I say sarcastically, smiling at her. “Well um...” her voice trails off, smiling at me while playfully squirming in her secure 4-point restraints. I look up at her wrists, then down at her ankles. I look into her eyes, smirk, and look back at her shoes squirming in her ankle cuffs. As she sees me look, she stops squirming and stands absolutely still. As I look back at her, I see her eyes get bigger and she asks me if we are done now. “Hmmm....” I hum. “Your first time... should I be nice and let you out?” She looks at me and sasses me with her eyes. She smirks at me and does not say I should.
This is her first time being tied down and having me explore her body, and I didn't want to push her past her comfort level. Her kisses and giggles tell me she is happy, and maybe even enjoying it. “Let's see what else we can find.” I walk slowly over to the foot of the bed, and sit on my knees while reaching her shoe. She watches me with her eyes, not sure what is coming next. I reach for her ankle cuffs, and I check both to make sure they are secure and comfortable. I grab her left shoe and hold it still while I untie the white double knot laces. She starts to shake her foot as she asks what I am doing. “What does it look like I am doing? I am untying your shoe!” “Why?” Because I can't get your feet in shoes!” “Oh......”she says with hesitation. “My feet are part of this too?” Her laces finally come loose and I pull her shoe off as she watches me drop it on the floor. “Is that a problem? You thought they weren't? Pssshhh!” Her blue eyes get big as a wash of nervousness is visible on her face. She has to know what is coming next now, as she tries to pull her left leg away from me, but it is held firm in the leather cuff.
I notice she starts to wince and move her leg away before I even do anything. This should be interesting. She slams her eyes shut as my fingers make contact with her white sock. Tracing two fingers gently along the outside of her foot causes her to squirm and hold back laughing. I can tell she wants to laugh but she's able to hold it to spite me. I keep tracing my fingers down the side, around the heel, and up towards the arch. Giggles start to leak out as my fingers float up into her arch and under her toes. (When we cuddle on the couch, she always enthusiastically throws her legs in my lap- obviously hinting she craves my light touch on her feet, but only when purposely wearing socks.) I continue lightly for two minutes, just the way she likes when we cuddle. She hums comfortably and pushes her foot into my fingers in approval of my touch, while adorably trying to hold in giggles as my fingers slowly wander around all over her sock.
Panic ensues as my fingers go from slowly wandering over her sock to squeezing the tips of her toes and firmly tugging on it. I give it a gentle tug, and she lets out a squeak, not expecting that. The absolute last thing she wanted me to do was take it off, but it's not like she can stop me or anything. I pull it slowly again, watching her leg try to kick in her cuffs as she bends her foot in effort to keep wearing it. “DON'T!” she barks, trying to kick, still feeling it continue to slide. Her hips twist hard to the right as all of her bare skin becomes exposed. A blur of pink nail polished toes lunges forward to try and hide in the sock again, but I am holding it up and toss it behind me on the floor. “Oooo, hey you changed to pink? Let me look a little closer” I say smugly, as a few fingers poke under her uncovered toes. The pink blur swaps back and forth, both of us knowing her foot is now defenseless to my curious fingers.
Her sock out of the way, my palm and fingertips are free to explore their new, soft squirming playground. A massive, high pitch squeal leaps out of her as one finger lightly brushes directly in the center of her foot. She tries to kick out of the leather cuffs constraining both her ankles, but she doesn't go anywhere. My left hand reaches up and cups the top of her right foot, holding it still as my right fingertips delicately seek out her most ticklish spots on her soft skin. (This is really fun!) Fingernails subtly meander under her toes, between her toes, and continue dancing on her arch. Every cell in her body is angrily fighting my exploration of her most sensitive barefoot zone, as she curses my very existence. Neither of us knew her foot was this ticklish.
Changing my fingers to raking up and down her entire foot exceedingly slow drives her mad. All four extremities continue their attempt to tear out of their leather restraints holding her down tight. Her laughter turns to squeals as I draw small circles with light pressure directly on her arch. She is fighting me with all she's got. “I can't thh...take it! I CAN'T!!” she stammers. “You're doing so good hun!”
I take both hands and concentrate tracing my nails on her foot, leading her to cuss me out between fits of laughter. I slow down after a minute, and my fingers change from tickle assault to giving a gentle massage with both palms. My mellow massage continues as her laughter finally subsides, and she is breathing deeply. I lift my hands away from her foot and crawl up to lay beside her. I give her a kiss as I brush the blonde hair out of her face. Sweat covers her beautiful red face, and her hair is just everywhere. She lifts her head to kiss me, and this time she bites my bottom lip. I stroke her forehead to give her a rest.
“The other one!?” she asks in a slight panic. “Of course silly. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't drive you crazy? I always do both.” “You Mega Suck!” she bawls. I chuckle a bit as I stare at her beautiful face. She blows hard at the ceiling and her hair flies up out of her eyes. Cutest thing ever!Walking towards her other foot, her shoe slaps back and forth in protest as my hands begin to untie her double knot laces. I sit on my knees on the floor and grab hold of her shoe. “Hold still!” I tell her. “What for!?” she quips back. “Your shoe and sock have to come off! You're making it difficult!” She refuses to hold still, and vehemently keeps slapping back and forth. “Socks too?! I'm going to die!” she proclaims, as the shoe is tugged off her fighting foot. “Your other one is already off!” “MMMhhhPPPhhhHH!!! Oh crap...”
My fingers skip exploring all over her sock, knowing her bare skin is much, much more fun. She unsuccessfully attempts to kick away from my hand as I waste no time feeling around her ankle for the top of the sock. “WAIT A MINUTE!” she proclaims, as she feels my fingers creep into the top of her sock and begin to tug on it. “But you're doing so good honey, I am so proud of you!” I tell her, slowly sliding her sock down, purposefully teasing her. She's really, really cute watching her thrash around on the bed as she feels it slowly sliding off, knowing the inevitable is coming. Her entire body fights against the four leather cuffs holding her limbs down securely as the white sock slowly slides completely off. (I know she definitely wanted to keep it on, but no way!) Her now unprotected pink painted toes immediately scrunch and instinctively pull away as the sock hits the floor. Gently, I begin to lightly touch the newly exposed skin only on top of her foot. Her leg shakes a bit as my fingers trace lazy circles, her trying to hold in laughing. “See, you're doing so good!” “Hmmmphh!” she sasses, playfully swatting my fingers away with her toes. Lazy circles continue on top for a few moments, fingers slowly swaying back and forth on her tan skin.
After a minute, my fingers continue down her foot, over her pink toes, and two fingers slide up underneath them. “I'm gona die!” she yelps, tying to pull her leg back. “Shh... you're fine..” I whisper, letting my fingernails delicately dance under her now unprotected toes. Her entire body bolts up and she arches her back as my fingers hit their target. Laughter is pouring out of her as she tugs and thrashes around in all four leather cuffs, but she is held in place. My fingers continue their dance under her toes as she continues to fight every second of my touch. I think her left foot is more ticklish than her right! She squeals continually as all four of my fingers begin to move from the base of her toes down, swirling and twirling painfully slow figure eights on her soft foot bottom.
As my four fingers slowly swirl on her smooth arch, I look up to see her pillow is an explosion of blonde hair. Shaking her head left and right, her hair whips around as her body is desperately trying to resist the restraints and get away. Her face is red, but her laughs are too adorable for me to stop. I increase my pressure slightly, deliberately keeping her arch directly under my swirling fingers. Her body violently bolts up again, shooting her pelvis straight up as she shrieks- I defiantly hit the right spot! Her entire foot tugs back and forth a few inches, frustrated at the thick brown leather ankle cuff keeping her down. Her vulnerable pink toes scrunch and flex, unable to escape my light finger dance.
She shrieks again as the twirling fingers move up from her arch to the base of the toes, not once loosing contact with her soft skin. She keeps laughing hard as I allow my fingers to explore under and between her squirming toes. Momentarily, her toes scrunch around my fingers and she holds on tight, gaining a small reprieve from the tickling. “Aww, you're doing so good babe!”, speaking softly while smiling at her. I resort to sliding only one finger up and down the top of her foot so she can actually have a coherent conversation with me and not be squealing. “How ya doing hunny bun?”, I say with sarcasm as my foot top finger dance continues. “Holey shit!” “Uh huh... so are you okay there? Hmm?” She lifts her head and looks at me, smiling. “You!...This is not what I expected you!”, she stated with a stern voice. “Well, I told you it would be fun!” stating truthfully as my lone finger leaves the top of her foot, trails down to her heal and starts a new set of swirling circles.
I tickle her heal exceedingly gently, causing little giggles but allowing her to still breathe. “Are you doing okay?” I ask, in an honestly concerned tone. He manages to spit out some words and sting a sentence together as my finger continues on her heal. “YOU... FUCKING... SUHH.. SUCK... YOU KNOW..THHHH TTHHHATTTTT!!” “Really now? What are you going to do about it? Hmmm?” Immediately, my left free hand pulls all her left toes back, and my right hand fingers begin to swirl with firm pressure on her arch once more. She lets out a high-pitch screech, arches her back, and summons all her strength to pull all four limbs out of their thick, buckled leather cuffs. Despite her best efforts, she is strapped in tight and unable to move. Both bare feet angrily try to kick out of the leather ankle cuffs, but all that happens is her hips twist. Her wrists and ankles are firmly secured, and she knew it the moment I buckled her in. She then growls at me! “Grrr!!” She utters, as my left hand keeps firmly holding her left toes back, and my fingers keep moving rhythmically on her silky arch. Gently sliding my fingers around her feet, I seek out those special spots on her foot that are driving her the most insane and focusing on them exclusively. She loves it, no matter how much she begs and tries to escape.
After a few minutes nonstop tickling her left foot with toes held back, I let her foot go. Giggles still pour out as I am not even touching her. She watches me anxiously as I move from the side of the bed and climb up to sit in the middle of both legs. She flips out screaming bad words at me as one hand rakes up and down each foot at the same time. Every ounce of her body is Kicking, thrashing, twisting and jolting, fighting my touch. Both bare feet again try to kick out of the thick leather cuffs and cargo straps that hold her perfectly in place as my fingers keep fixated on both silky, vulnerable squirming soles. “Ple...EEEEEee.ssee!!!” she squeals. She's so adorable when she squirms and squeals.
Four agonizing minutes of unrelenting nail dancing on both soles passes before I switch to soft massage with my palms. Her struggle inside the restraints subsides as she keeps gasping for air. Calming down, my massage lasts for a few minutes until her breathing returns to normal. Reaching for her left ankle, I unbuckle the leather cuff and begin to rub her ankle and calf. I reach under the bed and pull out the lotion I was going to use to tickle torture her, and squirt it into my palms. I grab her free leg and slowly massage her calve and entire foot. I rub the lotion in gently, using firm pressure from her toe tips all the way up to the start of her capri pants fabric. I reach over to the other leg, and unbuckle that one as well. I pull both legs together and massage both ankles and feet, as she nods her head and pushes her feet into my lap.
Taking her legs off my lap, I once again position myself in a straddle on top of her waist. I lean over,looking at my little trapped girlfriend and plant small kisses on her lips. She slips her tongue inside and pushes her lips into mine. Reaching up, I unbuckle her right wrist and gently pull her arm down to her side. She kisses me again as I unbuckle the right arm and pull it down gently. I lay next to her, and she wraps her body around me tightly. We make out a little, and I gently rub her neck the way she absolutely loves. “How were the cuffs and straps? So?” She looks at me sternly, digs her nails into my arm and proclaims “YOU SUCK!” followed by little giggles. “Let's do it again. Maybe tomorrow? But can we be naked next time?” She kisses me after the word “naked”. She wraps her legs around me again and holds me for a little while as we rest. Then she pokes her head up and and tells me it's my turn. “WHAT!” “Hey!” she tells me. “We agreed. I would go in if I can get you next!”
She rolls me over and sits on me. Reaching for the leather cuffs, she figures out how to lock my wrists in, and soon both arms are ratcheted tight above my head. She immediately goes for my legs and the ankle straps. At least I kissed her when she was strapped down tight- I didn't even get that! I am a good boyfriend, and I hold my legs out as she wraps the thick leather cuff and fastens the silver buckle. She grabs my free leg and fastens the buckle on the last cuff and ratchets it tight, sealing my fate. She sits on my left leg, pinning my already strapped down ankle between her knees. Her little bare feet are so close, and if my arms were not strapped in tight I would totally reach and tickle them again. I can't see what she's doing, and I can't move. She completely skips the warm up and begins to take my sock off immediately. I try to kick her away but I can't stop her. “NO DON'T!!!” I scream. My feet really are my week spot. “Keep begging... Keeeeep begging” she says sarcastically, enjoying my desperate attempt to flail around as my precious sock is taken away and hits the floor. I let out a scream as I feel nails under my toes. “You're screwed” she says, and indeed I was.
Stay tuned for my tickle torture story of her revenge on my helpless tickle spots.
I had been dating my girlfriend about a month, and we were happy taking things slow. She discovered she loved being held down and me on top of her when I wanted to play with her. We were actually shopping in Walmart for some plastic file cabinets for my classroom. Naturally, she wanted to see the clothes, so I followed her over there. We pass a row of leather belts, and she tries one on. “How does it look?” “Wow! You're beautiful hun.” Then I lean into her ear, and whisper softly “You would be even more beautiful if I tied you up in it.” Then I lean and kiss her cheek and squeeze her butt. She looks at me, her jaw open and eyes piercing me. She turns her attention back to the belt rack, and quietly adds one, two, three, four, five, six....seven.. and eight of the longest leather belts they had into the kart. She pushes the kart forward, and places her hand on my back. She leans in to my neck and bites my earlobe as we're trying to keep walking down the isle. “MmmmmhhhMMMmmM” she hums into my ear, digging her nails into my back and scratching down my dark blue polo. That was all she said about that.
That evening, I cook pasta for dinner at her place. The aroma of garlic and pesto fills her house. We sit at the table, and she's wearing her black tank top, tan shorts, and little black ankle socks. I have my blue polo, blue denim jeans, and my Vans on. She looks at me mischievously throughout dinner, eyes occasionally glancing back to the Walmart bag. She brings up what the “plan” is for the evening. We had only been dating one month, and we have not had sex yet. I, personally, was not comfortable going that far, and she expressed the same. She leans into me, asking “What do you want to do to me?” “I want to run my fingers everywhere and gently tickle and massage your body- after you're strapped down. Just you and me.” “Pleaseeeee...” she days in a deep, prolonged exhale of air. Dinner ended, and I was putting all the dishes inside the sink. She came up behind me, putting her fingers through my belt loops and tugging my hips into hers. Her teeth nibble my earlobe as she pulls me towards her.
“Go walk the dog” I tell her. She looks at me, puzzled. I twist around, my chest facing hers. I plant a little kiss on her lips. “Take Peanut for a walk.” She still looks puzzled at me. “Take Pumpkin. I'll stay here and set things up. I'll be waiting for you.” She turns red, looks at me, and quickly goes upstairs to change into more athletic wear. I keep washing the dishes, and soon she comes down, dressed for a long walk. She is in her black athletic tank top and blue athletic capri pants with neon green stripes. Five inches of beautiful tan skin flow from the end of her capri pants into top of new white socks she just put on, inside her white Nike running shoes. “Are these appropriate clothes for fun later?” She smiles a big wide smile. “Yes, you are beautiful!” I plant a kiss on her lips. “When you come back, go pee before you come upstairs. You may be a bit tied up.” She turns red again, blushing hard. I put my hand on her back and push her towards the door, with the dog already sitting by his leash. She hooks up the dog and leaves out the door.
I take the belts we bought and carry them to the bedroom. Little did she know, I planned on using the restraint system she has seen before. She has an amazing guest bedroom above the garage that has a large queen bed, and plenty of room on either side- the perfect place for securing one of us down to be at the mercy of the other. The Walmart straps are to add more fun on top of the already awesome 4-point restraint system I use. I have my four large brown leather cuffs that have silver buckles and a metal D rings. Two of them are slightly larger for ankles, and I painted a small “A” on them so anyone would know. I take them out of the bag and place the two wrist ones at each corner of the headboard, and the two ankle ones at each corner of the foot board. Continuing inside the bag, I pull out ratcheting cargo straps, that can ratchet tighter. (Neat adjustable feature! Useful for many different positions and victims!) Each strap has a ratchet in the middle, and a hook on each end. I hook one D ring of the wrist cuff into the cargo strap, and secure the other end under the solid Oak bed frame. I repeat the process with the other three cuffs, all hooked through the D rings and connected under the bed. Next, I undid all the buckles and laid the cuffs open- like a Venus flytrap- waiting for my girlfriend to return.
I hear the front door open, and the dog running inside. Moments later I hear the fan in the bathroom come on, knowing she is getting ready. I stand by the bedroom door, waiting with it all the way open. She finishes and turns the corner and sees me there. I can tell she's nervous, but she still walks towards me, hands fidgeting. I give her a kiss, and push her inside the room, locking the door behind us.
Taking a look at the bed, she looks more nervous. I nudge her towards the bed and she hesitantly walks towards it. “See?” I tell her. “Your hands go here, and your legs go here,” my hands pointing. “Lay down, put your head on this pillow.” She lays on her back, still obviously nervous. I lean onto her and kiss her lips as I reach for her hands. “Arms out, Legs out” I assert. I pull her right hand up and wrap it in the thick leather cuff. Moments later, the silver buckle has captured its prey and that arm is secure. I take her other arm and repeat the process, her being more reluctant to place her second arm up high above her. Her second wrist engulfed by the brown leather and silver buckle, I look into her eyes. Man, she really is nervous. She looks at me biting her bottom lip.
Walking to her legs, I pull her left one to the corner of the bed. This larger ankle cuff consumes most of the her tan skin between the end of her capris and top of her sock. Her final free limb puts up no resistance as the last silver buckle locks her ankle in place. I stand up and step back, looking at her.
“How do you feel?” She looks at me, and tries to wiggle. Her right arm actually can pull down a few inches, leading me to ratchet the cargo strap tighter, pulling her arm straight. “I feel fine, I can't move though!” “You got a problem with that hmmm?” She looks directly at me and sticks her tongue out, sassing me. “Touch me” she whispers. “Put your hands on me.”
I take my shoes off as I study her. Her arms are strapped tight above, her legs are strapped tight down, and she is so adorable in her blank tank top, blue capris and white running shoes. My shoes off, I climb up and lay down next to her. “Hi!” I say happily. “..Hhh...hiii....” she says with hesitation, watching my hands. Laying next to her, one finger gently touches her underarm. I tease her gently, only one finger swirling on her underarm. She giggles a little, trying to hold it in and stay brave. I get up, and straddle her, taking aim at both ribs. Her face turns to shock once she realizes she can't move her arms down for protection. My fingers slowly frolic around her sides, gliding up and down, causing delicious squeals and bucking underneath me. Her head bolts up, her arms yanking uselessly on her cuffs.
Her giggles continue as I lift my fingers away from her underarms. “Mmm... I'll give you a break. Want some water?” I say, looking at her. “No, I'm fine. You suck, but I'm fine.” I stop straddling her and sit up next to her. “Aww, but you're so cute when you're all red!” I tell her, gently brushing her blonde bangs out of her face. “Mmmhmmm... Hmmmph!” she mutters, sticking her tongue out and wiggling her hands as her brown leather wrist cuffs securely keep her arms tightly outstretched above her.
I keep messing with her bangs on her forehead, and I lean in for a light kiss. She locks her lips on mine and slips me her tongue unexpectedly. “Soooo.. are you going to let me go now?” she says inquisitively, batting her eyes at me. “Hmm... I don't know... have you had enough yet?” I say sarcastically, smiling at her. “Well um...” her voice trails off, smiling at me while playfully squirming in her secure 4-point restraints. I look up at her wrists, then down at her ankles. I look into her eyes, smirk, and look back at her shoes squirming in her ankle cuffs. As she sees me look, she stops squirming and stands absolutely still. As I look back at her, I see her eyes get bigger and she asks me if we are done now. “Hmmm....” I hum. “Your first time... should I be nice and let you out?” She looks at me and sasses me with her eyes. She smirks at me and does not say I should.
This is her first time being tied down and having me explore her body, and I didn't want to push her past her comfort level. Her kisses and giggles tell me she is happy, and maybe even enjoying it. “Let's see what else we can find.” I walk slowly over to the foot of the bed, and sit on my knees while reaching her shoe. She watches me with her eyes, not sure what is coming next. I reach for her ankle cuffs, and I check both to make sure they are secure and comfortable. I grab her left shoe and hold it still while I untie the white double knot laces. She starts to shake her foot as she asks what I am doing. “What does it look like I am doing? I am untying your shoe!” “Why?” Because I can't get your feet in shoes!” “Oh......”she says with hesitation. “My feet are part of this too?” Her laces finally come loose and I pull her shoe off as she watches me drop it on the floor. “Is that a problem? You thought they weren't? Pssshhh!” Her blue eyes get big as a wash of nervousness is visible on her face. She has to know what is coming next now, as she tries to pull her left leg away from me, but it is held firm in the leather cuff.
I notice she starts to wince and move her leg away before I even do anything. This should be interesting. She slams her eyes shut as my fingers make contact with her white sock. Tracing two fingers gently along the outside of her foot causes her to squirm and hold back laughing. I can tell she wants to laugh but she's able to hold it to spite me. I keep tracing my fingers down the side, around the heel, and up towards the arch. Giggles start to leak out as my fingers float up into her arch and under her toes. (When we cuddle on the couch, she always enthusiastically throws her legs in my lap- obviously hinting she craves my light touch on her feet, but only when purposely wearing socks.) I continue lightly for two minutes, just the way she likes when we cuddle. She hums comfortably and pushes her foot into my fingers in approval of my touch, while adorably trying to hold in giggles as my fingers slowly wander around all over her sock.
Panic ensues as my fingers go from slowly wandering over her sock to squeezing the tips of her toes and firmly tugging on it. I give it a gentle tug, and she lets out a squeak, not expecting that. The absolute last thing she wanted me to do was take it off, but it's not like she can stop me or anything. I pull it slowly again, watching her leg try to kick in her cuffs as she bends her foot in effort to keep wearing it. “DON'T!” she barks, trying to kick, still feeling it continue to slide. Her hips twist hard to the right as all of her bare skin becomes exposed. A blur of pink nail polished toes lunges forward to try and hide in the sock again, but I am holding it up and toss it behind me on the floor. “Oooo, hey you changed to pink? Let me look a little closer” I say smugly, as a few fingers poke under her uncovered toes. The pink blur swaps back and forth, both of us knowing her foot is now defenseless to my curious fingers.
Her sock out of the way, my palm and fingertips are free to explore their new, soft squirming playground. A massive, high pitch squeal leaps out of her as one finger lightly brushes directly in the center of her foot. She tries to kick out of the leather cuffs constraining both her ankles, but she doesn't go anywhere. My left hand reaches up and cups the top of her right foot, holding it still as my right fingertips delicately seek out her most ticklish spots on her soft skin. (This is really fun!) Fingernails subtly meander under her toes, between her toes, and continue dancing on her arch. Every cell in her body is angrily fighting my exploration of her most sensitive barefoot zone, as she curses my very existence. Neither of us knew her foot was this ticklish.
Changing my fingers to raking up and down her entire foot exceedingly slow drives her mad. All four extremities continue their attempt to tear out of their leather restraints holding her down tight. Her laughter turns to squeals as I draw small circles with light pressure directly on her arch. She is fighting me with all she's got. “I can't thh...take it! I CAN'T!!” she stammers. “You're doing so good hun!”
I take both hands and concentrate tracing my nails on her foot, leading her to cuss me out between fits of laughter. I slow down after a minute, and my fingers change from tickle assault to giving a gentle massage with both palms. My mellow massage continues as her laughter finally subsides, and she is breathing deeply. I lift my hands away from her foot and crawl up to lay beside her. I give her a kiss as I brush the blonde hair out of her face. Sweat covers her beautiful red face, and her hair is just everywhere. She lifts her head to kiss me, and this time she bites my bottom lip. I stroke her forehead to give her a rest.
“The other one!?” she asks in a slight panic. “Of course silly. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't drive you crazy? I always do both.” “You Mega Suck!” she bawls. I chuckle a bit as I stare at her beautiful face. She blows hard at the ceiling and her hair flies up out of her eyes. Cutest thing ever!Walking towards her other foot, her shoe slaps back and forth in protest as my hands begin to untie her double knot laces. I sit on my knees on the floor and grab hold of her shoe. “Hold still!” I tell her. “What for!?” she quips back. “Your shoe and sock have to come off! You're making it difficult!” She refuses to hold still, and vehemently keeps slapping back and forth. “Socks too?! I'm going to die!” she proclaims, as the shoe is tugged off her fighting foot. “Your other one is already off!” “MMMhhhPPPhhhHH!!! Oh crap...”
My fingers skip exploring all over her sock, knowing her bare skin is much, much more fun. She unsuccessfully attempts to kick away from my hand as I waste no time feeling around her ankle for the top of the sock. “WAIT A MINUTE!” she proclaims, as she feels my fingers creep into the top of her sock and begin to tug on it. “But you're doing so good honey, I am so proud of you!” I tell her, slowly sliding her sock down, purposefully teasing her. She's really, really cute watching her thrash around on the bed as she feels it slowly sliding off, knowing the inevitable is coming. Her entire body fights against the four leather cuffs holding her limbs down securely as the white sock slowly slides completely off. (I know she definitely wanted to keep it on, but no way!) Her now unprotected pink painted toes immediately scrunch and instinctively pull away as the sock hits the floor. Gently, I begin to lightly touch the newly exposed skin only on top of her foot. Her leg shakes a bit as my fingers trace lazy circles, her trying to hold in laughing. “See, you're doing so good!” “Hmmmphh!” she sasses, playfully swatting my fingers away with her toes. Lazy circles continue on top for a few moments, fingers slowly swaying back and forth on her tan skin.
After a minute, my fingers continue down her foot, over her pink toes, and two fingers slide up underneath them. “I'm gona die!” she yelps, tying to pull her leg back. “Shh... you're fine..” I whisper, letting my fingernails delicately dance under her now unprotected toes. Her entire body bolts up and she arches her back as my fingers hit their target. Laughter is pouring out of her as she tugs and thrashes around in all four leather cuffs, but she is held in place. My fingers continue their dance under her toes as she continues to fight every second of my touch. I think her left foot is more ticklish than her right! She squeals continually as all four of my fingers begin to move from the base of her toes down, swirling and twirling painfully slow figure eights on her soft foot bottom.
As my four fingers slowly swirl on her smooth arch, I look up to see her pillow is an explosion of blonde hair. Shaking her head left and right, her hair whips around as her body is desperately trying to resist the restraints and get away. Her face is red, but her laughs are too adorable for me to stop. I increase my pressure slightly, deliberately keeping her arch directly under my swirling fingers. Her body violently bolts up again, shooting her pelvis straight up as she shrieks- I defiantly hit the right spot! Her entire foot tugs back and forth a few inches, frustrated at the thick brown leather ankle cuff keeping her down. Her vulnerable pink toes scrunch and flex, unable to escape my light finger dance.
She shrieks again as the twirling fingers move up from her arch to the base of the toes, not once loosing contact with her soft skin. She keeps laughing hard as I allow my fingers to explore under and between her squirming toes. Momentarily, her toes scrunch around my fingers and she holds on tight, gaining a small reprieve from the tickling. “Aww, you're doing so good babe!”, speaking softly while smiling at her. I resort to sliding only one finger up and down the top of her foot so she can actually have a coherent conversation with me and not be squealing. “How ya doing hunny bun?”, I say with sarcasm as my foot top finger dance continues. “Holey shit!” “Uh huh... so are you okay there? Hmm?” She lifts her head and looks at me, smiling. “You!...This is not what I expected you!”, she stated with a stern voice. “Well, I told you it would be fun!” stating truthfully as my lone finger leaves the top of her foot, trails down to her heal and starts a new set of swirling circles.
I tickle her heal exceedingly gently, causing little giggles but allowing her to still breathe. “Are you doing okay?” I ask, in an honestly concerned tone. He manages to spit out some words and sting a sentence together as my finger continues on her heal. “YOU... FUCKING... SUHH.. SUCK... YOU KNOW..THHHH TTHHHATTTTT!!” “Really now? What are you going to do about it? Hmmm?” Immediately, my left free hand pulls all her left toes back, and my right hand fingers begin to swirl with firm pressure on her arch once more. She lets out a high-pitch screech, arches her back, and summons all her strength to pull all four limbs out of their thick, buckled leather cuffs. Despite her best efforts, she is strapped in tight and unable to move. Both bare feet angrily try to kick out of the leather ankle cuffs, but all that happens is her hips twist. Her wrists and ankles are firmly secured, and she knew it the moment I buckled her in. She then growls at me! “Grrr!!” She utters, as my left hand keeps firmly holding her left toes back, and my fingers keep moving rhythmically on her silky arch. Gently sliding my fingers around her feet, I seek out those special spots on her foot that are driving her the most insane and focusing on them exclusively. She loves it, no matter how much she begs and tries to escape.
After a few minutes nonstop tickling her left foot with toes held back, I let her foot go. Giggles still pour out as I am not even touching her. She watches me anxiously as I move from the side of the bed and climb up to sit in the middle of both legs. She flips out screaming bad words at me as one hand rakes up and down each foot at the same time. Every ounce of her body is Kicking, thrashing, twisting and jolting, fighting my touch. Both bare feet again try to kick out of the thick leather cuffs and cargo straps that hold her perfectly in place as my fingers keep fixated on both silky, vulnerable squirming soles. “Ple...EEEEEee.ssee!!!” she squeals. She's so adorable when she squirms and squeals.
Four agonizing minutes of unrelenting nail dancing on both soles passes before I switch to soft massage with my palms. Her struggle inside the restraints subsides as she keeps gasping for air. Calming down, my massage lasts for a few minutes until her breathing returns to normal. Reaching for her left ankle, I unbuckle the leather cuff and begin to rub her ankle and calf. I reach under the bed and pull out the lotion I was going to use to tickle torture her, and squirt it into my palms. I grab her free leg and slowly massage her calve and entire foot. I rub the lotion in gently, using firm pressure from her toe tips all the way up to the start of her capri pants fabric. I reach over to the other leg, and unbuckle that one as well. I pull both legs together and massage both ankles and feet, as she nods her head and pushes her feet into my lap.
Taking her legs off my lap, I once again position myself in a straddle on top of her waist. I lean over,looking at my little trapped girlfriend and plant small kisses on her lips. She slips her tongue inside and pushes her lips into mine. Reaching up, I unbuckle her right wrist and gently pull her arm down to her side. She kisses me again as I unbuckle the right arm and pull it down gently. I lay next to her, and she wraps her body around me tightly. We make out a little, and I gently rub her neck the way she absolutely loves. “How were the cuffs and straps? So?” She looks at me sternly, digs her nails into my arm and proclaims “YOU SUCK!” followed by little giggles. “Let's do it again. Maybe tomorrow? But can we be naked next time?” She kisses me after the word “naked”. She wraps her legs around me again and holds me for a little while as we rest. Then she pokes her head up and and tells me it's my turn. “WHAT!” “Hey!” she tells me. “We agreed. I would go in if I can get you next!”
She rolls me over and sits on me. Reaching for the leather cuffs, she figures out how to lock my wrists in, and soon both arms are ratcheted tight above my head. She immediately goes for my legs and the ankle straps. At least I kissed her when she was strapped down tight- I didn't even get that! I am a good boyfriend, and I hold my legs out as she wraps the thick leather cuff and fastens the silver buckle. She grabs my free leg and fastens the buckle on the last cuff and ratchets it tight, sealing my fate. She sits on my left leg, pinning my already strapped down ankle between her knees. Her little bare feet are so close, and if my arms were not strapped in tight I would totally reach and tickle them again. I can't see what she's doing, and I can't move. She completely skips the warm up and begins to take my sock off immediately. I try to kick her away but I can't stop her. “NO DON'T!!!” I scream. My feet really are my week spot. “Keep begging... Keeeeep begging” she says sarcastically, enjoying my desperate attempt to flail around as my precious sock is taken away and hits the floor. I let out a scream as I feel nails under my toes. “You're screwed” she says, and indeed I was.
Stay tuned for my tickle torture story of her revenge on my helpless tickle spots.
A shame that you two broke up a year later.
