So, when last weft, I had gotten Charlotte really... "excited" but I had tied her up and tickled her pits for 20 minutes streight and then left her tied up for a little while after.
I did eventually let her get what she wanted and the buildup made that... amazing.
So, me being 4 for 4, Charlotte was getting very sick and tired of losing and being teased and tortured. I took every oppertunitg to rub in my victories and make her suffer more than I had to.
Well last night she wanted another shot.
I suggested a card game, but she insisted a streight up rock paper scissors game. No long, complicated rules and less chance for me to taunt her and psyche her out.
I agreed.
I'll put it this way. When you're going for best two out of three, you're 1 and 1 and on the tie breaking round, this person is your spouse and you think you know exactly what she's going to throw up, but she knows that you know that she knows and she does the exact opposite of what you expected.
It sucks!
Having lost, I sat there with a look of shock and it really hit me how much I was in for. How much I'd been rubbing it in and getting her more and more set on getting her revenge.
I was aittle nervous. Lol.
She pointed to the head board and said "Take your shirt off and tie your self up,"
A little extra humileation, I begrudgingly took my shirt off, reached my arms over my head and suffered the indignity of having to clasp the handcuffs onto my own wrists.
And there I was, tied up with my arms stretched back behind my head, as she went and got a box from under the bed. I et out a groan of protest. She was getting out our "tools".
I was staring at the ceiling trying to mentally prepare my self and guess which of the horrid lite devices she was going to use on me, when I felt her securing something on my mouth.
I let out several whimpers of protest as she applied a gag and casually said "here, I dont even want to hear your pleas for mercy."
Now... not being able to communicate with the person who's torturing me, terrifies me. Being terrified isn't *bad* (lol), but it does terrify me and puts me in more of a panic mode which makes everything more sensitive. I want to stress, everything that happened here was consensual and safe and I... well I hated it but I loved it, yall know what I mean.
So...
I heard a buzz and let out a muffled groan. She had chosen a little son of a bitch of an electric toothbrush to use on me. I was pretty furious as those things drive me nuts. I didnt think I could handle 20 minutes of this, especially with no way to beg for mercy.
Then I felt it.
She laid down next to me and pressed the little bastard onto the corner of my left armpit right where it joins my chest and then I felt her press her toung onto the spot right above it.
Buzzzzzzzzzzz
I gasped. I have never felt a sensation that intense before. I barely even know how to describe it but it was like my armpit was being continuously zapped with tickling sensations, I dont know if she hit a nerve cluster or what but that little spot was absolutely unbearable, WAY past what I could handle.
I didnt giggle or laugh, I was literally *screaming* if I hadn't been muffled by the gag, the neighbors down the street would have heard me.
I dont usually scream like that and I'm pretty sure she was aware that that was an extraordinarily sensitive spot. Her response was to use her free hands to tweak my nipples making me jump and making my pits even more sensitive, then used a free hand to skitter her fingers up and down my other armpit. I was literally crying (Again, all of this was consentual).
I wouldn't have said my safe word even if I could speak but I would be begging and pleading with her for a break or to ease up for five seconds or to please go for a different spot.
After I dont know how long, of this, years, she transitioned and laid on my other side and brought the little bastard with her. Now my right armpit was gonna get it and I absolutely could not handle that. She tweaked my nipples again getting me nice and sensitive and I tried desperately to enunciate the words "please not that! Please not that!" I'm pretty sure what she heard was "agglaglaglag gulagablagga"
She worked that brush on the same spot on my other armpit and added her toung again and once again I was screaming. Her one free hand went to my opposite armpit and after a little while she started biting my nipples just to make things 100% worse for me.
It went on like that for what seemed like a decade, at that stage I was completely out of energy. I was babbling incoherent and only a dull, muffled groan could escape my gag.
Finally. Mercifully, I hear the timer "ding"
She immediately stopped and kissed me on the cheek a few times before gently removing the gag.
As soon as that thing was off I took a deep breath and, in my instinctive primordial, caveman brain I screamed "OH GOD I SUBMIT!!!!!!!"
She immediately started a long, gentle, loving after-care proccess, kissing me on the cheek, rubbing and massaging my chest and armpits getting all the tickling sensations dulled.
"Damn babe you were going crazy!" She said
My response was something to the effect of "I couldn't stand it, that was the most ticklish I've ever been, I dodnt know I could be that sensistive"
She continued a very nice massage, still kissing me on the cheek and telling me how tough I was and how impressive it was that I could withstand so much, amd various other after-care statements.
She noticed that her upper body massage (in addition to her cruel mercelous torture), had gotten me noticeably excited. So she started to give me another form of "attention" to relieve the stress I'd been under. She didnt untie me she just gave me a hand job her self, the whole time telling me how great I was and how tough I was and all that.
I finished in an intensity that I can barely remember as it literally knocked me out.
When I woke up she had untied me and she was still next to me. We had both fallen asleep. We had a long cuddling session afterword.
Thus ends the record breaking, absolute worst tickle torture I've ever endured. I will be much more careful in the future not to rub in my victories and provoke her into using those little bastard brushes again. Lol.
As I said, all this was consentual, amd I actually feel like a million bucks. Being tortured beyond your limits and then lulled into deep relaxation is a huge stress reliever.
Don't feel bad for me guys and gals, I deserved every minute of it [emoji14]
Husband: 4 Wife: 1
Sent from my SM-G960U using Tapatalk
I did eventually let her get what she wanted and the buildup made that... amazing.
So, me being 4 for 4, Charlotte was getting very sick and tired of losing and being teased and tortured. I took every oppertunitg to rub in my victories and make her suffer more than I had to.
Well last night she wanted another shot.
I suggested a card game, but she insisted a streight up rock paper scissors game. No long, complicated rules and less chance for me to taunt her and psyche her out.
I agreed.
I'll put it this way. When you're going for best two out of three, you're 1 and 1 and on the tie breaking round, this person is your spouse and you think you know exactly what she's going to throw up, but she knows that you know that she knows and she does the exact opposite of what you expected.
It sucks!
Having lost, I sat there with a look of shock and it really hit me how much I was in for. How much I'd been rubbing it in and getting her more and more set on getting her revenge.
I was aittle nervous. Lol.
She pointed to the head board and said "Take your shirt off and tie your self up,"
A little extra humileation, I begrudgingly took my shirt off, reached my arms over my head and suffered the indignity of having to clasp the handcuffs onto my own wrists.
And there I was, tied up with my arms stretched back behind my head, as she went and got a box from under the bed. I et out a groan of protest. She was getting out our "tools".
I was staring at the ceiling trying to mentally prepare my self and guess which of the horrid lite devices she was going to use on me, when I felt her securing something on my mouth.
I let out several whimpers of protest as she applied a gag and casually said "here, I dont even want to hear your pleas for mercy."
Now... not being able to communicate with the person who's torturing me, terrifies me. Being terrified isn't *bad* (lol), but it does terrify me and puts me in more of a panic mode which makes everything more sensitive. I want to stress, everything that happened here was consensual and safe and I... well I hated it but I loved it, yall know what I mean.
So...
I heard a buzz and let out a muffled groan. She had chosen a little son of a bitch of an electric toothbrush to use on me. I was pretty furious as those things drive me nuts. I didnt think I could handle 20 minutes of this, especially with no way to beg for mercy.
Then I felt it.
She laid down next to me and pressed the little bastard onto the corner of my left armpit right where it joins my chest and then I felt her press her toung onto the spot right above it.
Buzzzzzzzzzzz
I gasped. I have never felt a sensation that intense before. I barely even know how to describe it but it was like my armpit was being continuously zapped with tickling sensations, I dont know if she hit a nerve cluster or what but that little spot was absolutely unbearable, WAY past what I could handle.
I didnt giggle or laugh, I was literally *screaming* if I hadn't been muffled by the gag, the neighbors down the street would have heard me.
I dont usually scream like that and I'm pretty sure she was aware that that was an extraordinarily sensitive spot. Her response was to use her free hands to tweak my nipples making me jump and making my pits even more sensitive, then used a free hand to skitter her fingers up and down my other armpit. I was literally crying (Again, all of this was consentual).
I wouldn't have said my safe word even if I could speak but I would be begging and pleading with her for a break or to ease up for five seconds or to please go for a different spot.
After I dont know how long, of this, years, she transitioned and laid on my other side and brought the little bastard with her. Now my right armpit was gonna get it and I absolutely could not handle that. She tweaked my nipples again getting me nice and sensitive and I tried desperately to enunciate the words "please not that! Please not that!" I'm pretty sure what she heard was "agglaglaglag gulagablagga"
She worked that brush on the same spot on my other armpit and added her toung again and once again I was screaming. Her one free hand went to my opposite armpit and after a little while she started biting my nipples just to make things 100% worse for me.
It went on like that for what seemed like a decade, at that stage I was completely out of energy. I was babbling incoherent and only a dull, muffled groan could escape my gag.
Finally. Mercifully, I hear the timer "ding"
She immediately stopped and kissed me on the cheek a few times before gently removing the gag.
As soon as that thing was off I took a deep breath and, in my instinctive primordial, caveman brain I screamed "OH GOD I SUBMIT!!!!!!!"
She immediately started a long, gentle, loving after-care proccess, kissing me on the cheek, rubbing and massaging my chest and armpits getting all the tickling sensations dulled.
"Damn babe you were going crazy!" She said
My response was something to the effect of "I couldn't stand it, that was the most ticklish I've ever been, I dodnt know I could be that sensistive"
She continued a very nice massage, still kissing me on the cheek and telling me how tough I was and how impressive it was that I could withstand so much, amd various other after-care statements.
She noticed that her upper body massage (in addition to her cruel mercelous torture), had gotten me noticeably excited. So she started to give me another form of "attention" to relieve the stress I'd been under. She didnt untie me she just gave me a hand job her self, the whole time telling me how great I was and how tough I was and all that.
I finished in an intensity that I can barely remember as it literally knocked me out.
When I woke up she had untied me and she was still next to me. We had both fallen asleep. We had a long cuddling session afterword.
Thus ends the record breaking, absolute worst tickle torture I've ever endured. I will be much more careful in the future not to rub in my victories and provoke her into using those little bastard brushes again. Lol.
As I said, all this was consentual, amd I actually feel like a million bucks. Being tortured beyond your limits and then lulled into deep relaxation is a huge stress reliever.
Don't feel bad for me guys and gals, I deserved every minute of it [emoji14]
Husband: 4 Wife: 1
Sent from my SM-G960U using Tapatalk
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