butterflytickles
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Hi friends,
This is the second part of my story. Thank you so much for the likes, comments, and messages telling me that you loved the retelling and that you want the M/f side of it, too. If you missed it, you can read part 1 F/m, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/how-i-became-a-switch-f-m-sexual.442390/
This is just a reminder that this story will have strong language and sexual themes, so it may not be for everyone. Also, I don't usually write about my intense scenes where I am a lee because I tend to enter almost another state of consciousness, otherwise known as subspace. I lose track of time, and some of the details are fuzzy, but regardless, I hope you enjoy it.
With that being said, I left off in Part 1, where B said to me, "Now your turn?" B and I stop cuddling as he gets up from the bed and started to bind my ankles. I was wearing my sexy dark teal-colored strappy bra and panties set of which the panties were now (probably noticeably) soaked through. Thankfully there was mood lighting in the room which I like to think helped my dignity. B binds my left ankle and lightly runs his fingers across my soles and I jerk my left foot back with the slack left in the bondage. "Mmhhmmm" B remarks to my ticklishness and immediately remedies the bondage by tightening the strap down. "Shit," I think to myself. I know I'm in for it. He makes his way to my right ankle and binds that one, too, also running his fingers lazily up and down my sole. I squeak in response and yank my foot back. "I see, I see" says B and then he tightens down that strap, too. He is teasing me and I am loving it like the little slut I am. My heart is beating a mile a minute, my sparkly dark blue painted toes are curled in anticipation, my pierced nipples are rock hard underneath my strappy lingerie bra, and I know my clit is erect. I am already dying for relief.
B walks up to the left side of me and secures the wrist restraint before he runs his fingers inside my armpit, testing my sensitivity. I squirm as much as I can and let out a girlish little giggle. "Ahhh" says B and looks down at me running his fingertips over my left side. He walks over to the right side and does the same, once again remarking on my ticklishness as I close my eyes and feel my cheeks heat up as I blush deeply. Now, fully bound and exposed B makes his way back down to my feet. B puts coconut oil on my soles, like I did with him. I twitch my feet and let out a little squeak when I feel him rub the oil in between my toes. "Uh huh" says B looking deviously at me. He runs his fingers up and down my left sole, scratching up under my toes and running his fingers across my toe pads. I break out into immediate laughter trying to pull at my binds (I am a big squirmer)! "Oh god!" I let out a steady stream of giggles as my head turned from side to side, curly hair flying and melodic laughter filling the room.
After sufficiently exploring my left foot he then sets his sights on my right foot. He runs his fingers in between my toes and I lose it! I thrash about and try to close my toes from the unwanted intruders. "Oh lookie here" says B and I let out a laughter filled, "I knowwwww!" Then I hear the familiar sound of buzzing. "Fuck me," I think to myself. Here it comes. The bristles make contact with my feet and I let out a little squeal and burst out laughing. "You're just making it too easy for me, aren't you? You're just giving it away to me!" says B. All I can do is helplessly giggle and squirm with what little slack I have. "Yeeeheheheheessssss" I let out, answering him. At this point I am unable to hold anything back. After 90 minutes of torturing B and the limited amount of time he has been tickling me, the time for shyness is over. He runs the soft bristled mechanical brushes all over my soles covering from my sensitive long toes all the way down to heels. He even finds my secret spot on the tops of my feet where my giggles and laughter become higher pitched.
After giving my feet a good brushing with the two electric toothburshes, he was gracious and gave me a break. He works his tickly fingers up under the underside of my knees where I am quite sensitive. Upon finding this area I let out a "SHIT!" B smiles and says, "Looks like next time we will have to have you tied face down." I gulp and keep laughing as I try to straighten out my knees. It just tickles so fucking bad. A stream of laughter escapes my lips. I now regret finding and exploiting this spot on B as he is now doing the same to me. B walks his fingers up my legs, squeezing a few times in quick succession just above my kneecaps and I jolt letting out laughter. "Wow, you're ticklish just about everywhere!" I nod and blush again as he keeps touching my hyper-sensitive body.
B makes his way to my inner thighs lightly tracing little circles close to where my panties meet my groin and I unintentionally raise my hips up to meet him. It just happens. I giggle and squirm under his touch as he teases me. He runs his fingers tickling just at the edge of the panties teasing around the area and I let out a soft moan with my giggles. "Oh god, yes. Please. More of this," I think to myself. B teases me a little more before surprising me by straddling my lower waist and hips. The pressure from his body feels divine and I let out an animalistic "OH, FUCK," as I feel him on top of me. B smirks and starts poking around my belly, sides, and underarms. He swiftly runs his fingers up and down my sides and my belly turning me into a hip-bucking puddle of giggles. B finds my armpits and digs in swirling his fingers around their sensitive hollows. I lay there squirming and giggling, completely entranced under his touch, and waiting for his next move.
B eventually climbs off of me and starts tickling me around my groin again. I am keenly aware of how turned on I am and how badly I want a release. He runs his fingers over my panties in between my legs and I raise my hips moaning loudly. Secretly, hoping that B will take this as a sign to continue...and he does. He slips his fingers under my panties and finds my swollen clit and begins to rub it in light slow circles. I gasp aloud and moan deeply, closing my eyes and putting my head back in pleasure. Fucking, finally. B uses another hand to slowly tickle under my knees while his other hand works my clit over with loving attention. B picks up speed and presses more firmly with his rubbing on my clit and between that and the light tickling that's happening, it doesn't take me long to release. "Please, don't stop," is all I can say. I explode, my wetness coating his fingers and my orgasm filling the room as my body convulses from the overwhelming pleasure.
I am intoxicated in divine sensations as my orgasm begins to subside and B starts to gently squeeze my hips and press into my sides. I squeal in laughter and lose myself in the sensitivity of my body. He plays my body like an instrument, finding all the right spots to make me hit the high notes. B then goes back to my clit and begins rubbing it and once again I am forced to release the built-up orgasmic pressure that had been building. My head is spinning, I am sweating with my body hot from our play. "This is what you want, huh?" he asks. "To just be a bound ticklelee that's made to cum over and over again in-between tickles. Isn't that what you are?" I nod and let out another "Yeeheheheheeesssss" as B goes down to my feet. I hear him rustling in my tickle toy bag and I hear the velcro strap being undone. Next thing I know, little rubber bristles are working their magic up and down my left or right sole- I don't even know which way is up anymore. All I can do is let out a loud stream of laughter. The bristles of the dog grooming glove go all over my soles and in between my toes making me howl.
B then takes the straps from the corners of the bed and ties them to the center of the bed, putting my feet together instead of far apart. He hops onto the bed and straddles my ankles. He now has both feet together and restrained with me unable to move them at all and he uses this to his advantage. B scrubs my feet like they are dirty, driving me up the goddamn wall! I couldn't stop laughing even if I had tried. Being completely immobile and subject to such intense post orgasmic torture was almost too much for me, and I was loving it. B finally took pity on me and undid my ankle and wrists straps before climbing onto the bed with me to cuddle. "Next time we need to do face down," B says "Yeah, for you too," I reply. B chuckles and says "Yeah, IF I let you up!" After some time we realized it was getting late and we both got on the remainder of our clothes and headed downstairs. We hugged goodnight and then I was on my way back home.
As I said in part 1, he has since texted me and we hope to set up something together again soon.
This is the second part of my story. Thank you so much for the likes, comments, and messages telling me that you loved the retelling and that you want the M/f side of it, too. If you missed it, you can read part 1 F/m, here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/how-i-became-a-switch-f-m-sexual.442390/
This is just a reminder that this story will have strong language and sexual themes, so it may not be for everyone. Also, I don't usually write about my intense scenes where I am a lee because I tend to enter almost another state of consciousness, otherwise known as subspace. I lose track of time, and some of the details are fuzzy, but regardless, I hope you enjoy it.
With that being said, I left off in Part 1, where B said to me, "Now your turn?" B and I stop cuddling as he gets up from the bed and started to bind my ankles. I was wearing my sexy dark teal-colored strappy bra and panties set of which the panties were now (probably noticeably) soaked through. Thankfully there was mood lighting in the room which I like to think helped my dignity. B binds my left ankle and lightly runs his fingers across my soles and I jerk my left foot back with the slack left in the bondage. "Mmhhmmm" B remarks to my ticklishness and immediately remedies the bondage by tightening the strap down. "Shit," I think to myself. I know I'm in for it. He makes his way to my right ankle and binds that one, too, also running his fingers lazily up and down my sole. I squeak in response and yank my foot back. "I see, I see" says B and then he tightens down that strap, too. He is teasing me and I am loving it like the little slut I am. My heart is beating a mile a minute, my sparkly dark blue painted toes are curled in anticipation, my pierced nipples are rock hard underneath my strappy lingerie bra, and I know my clit is erect. I am already dying for relief.
B walks up to the left side of me and secures the wrist restraint before he runs his fingers inside my armpit, testing my sensitivity. I squirm as much as I can and let out a girlish little giggle. "Ahhh" says B and looks down at me running his fingertips over my left side. He walks over to the right side and does the same, once again remarking on my ticklishness as I close my eyes and feel my cheeks heat up as I blush deeply. Now, fully bound and exposed B makes his way back down to my feet. B puts coconut oil on my soles, like I did with him. I twitch my feet and let out a little squeak when I feel him rub the oil in between my toes. "Uh huh" says B looking deviously at me. He runs his fingers up and down my left sole, scratching up under my toes and running his fingers across my toe pads. I break out into immediate laughter trying to pull at my binds (I am a big squirmer)! "Oh god!" I let out a steady stream of giggles as my head turned from side to side, curly hair flying and melodic laughter filling the room.
After sufficiently exploring my left foot he then sets his sights on my right foot. He runs his fingers in between my toes and I lose it! I thrash about and try to close my toes from the unwanted intruders. "Oh lookie here" says B and I let out a laughter filled, "I knowwwww!" Then I hear the familiar sound of buzzing. "Fuck me," I think to myself. Here it comes. The bristles make contact with my feet and I let out a little squeal and burst out laughing. "You're just making it too easy for me, aren't you? You're just giving it away to me!" says B. All I can do is helplessly giggle and squirm with what little slack I have. "Yeeeheheheheessssss" I let out, answering him. At this point I am unable to hold anything back. After 90 minutes of torturing B and the limited amount of time he has been tickling me, the time for shyness is over. He runs the soft bristled mechanical brushes all over my soles covering from my sensitive long toes all the way down to heels. He even finds my secret spot on the tops of my feet where my giggles and laughter become higher pitched.
After giving my feet a good brushing with the two electric toothburshes, he was gracious and gave me a break. He works his tickly fingers up under the underside of my knees where I am quite sensitive. Upon finding this area I let out a "SHIT!" B smiles and says, "Looks like next time we will have to have you tied face down." I gulp and keep laughing as I try to straighten out my knees. It just tickles so fucking bad. A stream of laughter escapes my lips. I now regret finding and exploiting this spot on B as he is now doing the same to me. B walks his fingers up my legs, squeezing a few times in quick succession just above my kneecaps and I jolt letting out laughter. "Wow, you're ticklish just about everywhere!" I nod and blush again as he keeps touching my hyper-sensitive body.
B makes his way to my inner thighs lightly tracing little circles close to where my panties meet my groin and I unintentionally raise my hips up to meet him. It just happens. I giggle and squirm under his touch as he teases me. He runs his fingers tickling just at the edge of the panties teasing around the area and I let out a soft moan with my giggles. "Oh god, yes. Please. More of this," I think to myself. B teases me a little more before surprising me by straddling my lower waist and hips. The pressure from his body feels divine and I let out an animalistic "OH, FUCK," as I feel him on top of me. B smirks and starts poking around my belly, sides, and underarms. He swiftly runs his fingers up and down my sides and my belly turning me into a hip-bucking puddle of giggles. B finds my armpits and digs in swirling his fingers around their sensitive hollows. I lay there squirming and giggling, completely entranced under his touch, and waiting for his next move.
B eventually climbs off of me and starts tickling me around my groin again. I am keenly aware of how turned on I am and how badly I want a release. He runs his fingers over my panties in between my legs and I raise my hips moaning loudly. Secretly, hoping that B will take this as a sign to continue...and he does. He slips his fingers under my panties and finds my swollen clit and begins to rub it in light slow circles. I gasp aloud and moan deeply, closing my eyes and putting my head back in pleasure. Fucking, finally. B uses another hand to slowly tickle under my knees while his other hand works my clit over with loving attention. B picks up speed and presses more firmly with his rubbing on my clit and between that and the light tickling that's happening, it doesn't take me long to release. "Please, don't stop," is all I can say. I explode, my wetness coating his fingers and my orgasm filling the room as my body convulses from the overwhelming pleasure.
I am intoxicated in divine sensations as my orgasm begins to subside and B starts to gently squeeze my hips and press into my sides. I squeal in laughter and lose myself in the sensitivity of my body. He plays my body like an instrument, finding all the right spots to make me hit the high notes. B then goes back to my clit and begins rubbing it and once again I am forced to release the built-up orgasmic pressure that had been building. My head is spinning, I am sweating with my body hot from our play. "This is what you want, huh?" he asks. "To just be a bound ticklelee that's made to cum over and over again in-between tickles. Isn't that what you are?" I nod and let out another "Yeeheheheheeesssss" as B goes down to my feet. I hear him rustling in my tickle toy bag and I hear the velcro strap being undone. Next thing I know, little rubber bristles are working their magic up and down my left or right sole- I don't even know which way is up anymore. All I can do is let out a loud stream of laughter. The bristles of the dog grooming glove go all over my soles and in between my toes making me howl.
B then takes the straps from the corners of the bed and ties them to the center of the bed, putting my feet together instead of far apart. He hops onto the bed and straddles my ankles. He now has both feet together and restrained with me unable to move them at all and he uses this to his advantage. B scrubs my feet like they are dirty, driving me up the goddamn wall! I couldn't stop laughing even if I had tried. Being completely immobile and subject to such intense post orgasmic torture was almost too much for me, and I was loving it. B finally took pity on me and undid my ankle and wrists straps before climbing onto the bed with me to cuddle. "Next time we need to do face down," B says "Yeah, for you too," I reply. B chuckles and says "Yeah, IF I let you up!" After some time we realized it was getting late and we both got on the remainder of our clothes and headed downstairs. We hugged goodnight and then I was on my way back home.
As I said in part 1, he has since texted me and we hope to set up something together again soon.
