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Tickle This Elmo.
Inspired by Kinkycouple,
Written by Ticklishscribe
c.
I have you spread to the bed; stripped, stretched and ready to be stroked and I am already salivating over the time to come. My silence and the fact that you’re blindfolded, has you moving your head all over to at least get a moment of sound to tell you where I am and what I’m doing. You look so hot dressed in only your bra and panties and the fact that you work out regularly, is teasing me big time and no end and I want to take my revenge for those two reasons at least. You are sensually exquisite looking and I want to take you in my arms and hug you, caress you, kiss you and make love to you, but that might come later. Looking over to a bedroom chair I see your Elmo ticklish t-shirt draped over the back of it and giggle, noting what a perfect advertisement it is for you. I’d call you Elmo, but I like Nicki much better.
“Would Nicki like a quickie later on?” You squirm at my first words since tying you down and I watch with great delight as your head moves all around again. I am also delighted that just the sound of my voice and the words that I use, have total control of you and my eyes surf you all over.
Every inch of you is beautiful, from your chestnut brown hair, your blue eyes, shapely upper body complete with a hint of ribs, down to your hipbones and right down to your size 9’s with semi high arches, longish toes, rounded features which look very soft and sensitive. Those feet that are now teasing me no end and giving me another reason to take revenge.
I gaze at your feet, then take a ruler and size them up; nine and three quarter inches long and three and three quarter inches wide, make for a perfect 36 and a half square inches of ticklish sole per foot, for a grand total of seventy three square inches for both feet. This brings me no end of delight and I must resist the urge to ravage those soles right off the bat.
You are trying to hold yourself together and not let me see any weaknesses in you, but a single quick stroke to each sole, causes you to writhe and giggle to cackle. I can tell that your senses are on the highest alert possible and I love it. To really test your senses I whisper the word feather very slowly and you squeal and writhe some more, giving away the first of many secrets that I will extract from you. I can tell that your nerve endings are standing at attention. In fact they were so rigid they are at the breaking point and you’re on the edge. You want to scream and beg me not to tickle you, but your voice doesn’t function properly. You want to run, but the bonds prevent that. What you desperately want is not available to you and the fact that I have total control over you only heightens that feeling to the point where you are almost terrified.
It is then that I stand before you, and I slowly announce that I am holding a sixteen-inch long turkey feather, and I emphasize the sixteen-inch part once more then smile evilly. Instantly you try to back up on the bed and I giggle as the restraints hold you in place and I can quite imagine the terror in your eyes. I can tell just by looking at you that this feather is a nightmare and you are trying to find the voice to beg me not to use it.
“I think I shall use this exclusively on your toes. Can you imagine it slowly and sensually running between them, teasing them with myriad of soft tendrils.”
Instantly your feet pull back on the restraints and I watch as your toes curl tightly over as if to find even the remotest protection for themselves. I imagine them hiding like frightened little mice running from the barnyard cat, and giggle again.
“One stroke across your toes Nicki and I can uncover them then take them prisoner.”
A sudden squeal erupts from you and I know that you are on edge and that I have uncovered another secret. To really tease your, I tell you that I’m not going to tickle right away, but that I had a good game of the piggies in mind first. With that in mind I used two fingers, grip your big toe and slowly bend it back. You fight hard to clench it, but my grip is firm and the toe is mine. Bending it back I take a moment to give you a few strokes on the joint with the quill end of the feather and this causes you to squeal and then whole-heartedly giggle. I reverse the feather and now let the tendrils slowly, sensually and evilly surf the very edge of your sole, then move inward to surf the ball of your foot and your arch, creating a ballet of tickles. I then lightly flick it across the base of your toes and then begin probe in between them with the slightest feather touch. Each tendril of the fiendish feather takes a nerve ending and backs it up against a wall then hammers home the tickling, untill your giggles turn to cackles. I smile evilly and tell you that the day is young and that there are endless tickles to come.
Changing positions I cup my right hand under your left heel then firmly grip the foot. Suddenly you go wild under me, begging for me not to do this and promising me that I can tickle you anywhere else. My response is a quick set of rapid strokes up the spasming sole with the quill end, bringing sudden but more intense cackling and violent writhing. Your head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and you again put all of your strength into freeing your foot. The quill rakes and revs over your sole as your foot explodes in ticklish agony and writhes intensely, trying desperately to get away from my relentless and oh so torturous tickling tool.
“Does this quill tickle you?” I tease. “Somehow your reactions are giving me that idea.”
You growl at me and utter some profane language that makes me giggle. I continue tickling, glancing back at you to see those grimacing looks that I love so much. While I can’t see your eyes I know that they’re scrunched tightly shut, now along with your mouth, as I know that you are trying everything to stifle the laughter. I think of your TMF name and ask how kinky you’d like me to be. I giggle again.
“Awwwwww Is Elmo ticklish? Does Elmo not like having his feet tickled. Perhaps Elmo would like his tummy tickled or his armpits.”
Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. I tell you again how much you look like a young Nancy Sinatra, and then begin singing “These feet are made for tickling and that’s just what I’ll do…” This has you growl at me further and I can now only hear some illegible language coming from you. I have you where I want you, totally under my control and ready to promise me anything.
“Is your name Helmo, cause you’re in hell right now? Well if you’re not in hell right now, you will be when your guest tickler arrives to help me.” I giggle again knowing that if you knew who it was, you would be begging me and promising me anything to keep them away from you. Fate on my part intervenes and it is as if on cue that your bedroom door opens and you freeze at the sound of it.
“Amy: you’re timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“Sorry if I’m a little late, but the recording session went a little longer that I had figured."
I giggle to myself as I look back at you to see you moving your head as if to find a crack in the blindfold with which to see her.
“And how is the rest of Even-e-scence?” I ask, emphasizing the band’s name to really tease you.
You gutturally utter a “Shit no,” immediately followed by a “Fuck you,” and we both laugh. Amy sits beside you and you jerk as she begins to stroke your forehead.
“And how is my exquisite Elmo today. Are you ready for me, dressed in only your furry skin and bra and panties.”
Another guttural “Shit no” comes from you and you begin to writhe your head all over the place, desperately trying to get away from her touch. A rustling of paper causes you to totally writhe now.
“This stuff on her you sent me is awesome and I hope you don’t mind if I take the armpits and later on those luscious inner thighs of hers. I love athletic girls.”
You are really writhing now, as you desperately don’t want her to even touch you, let alone play with your armpits and inner thighs. The mere fact that she loves “Athletic girls” is driving you wild, as you don’t know just how she likes them. You head suddenly lifts as you hear whispering and you feel her leave your upper body area. Using both hands I tighten my grip on your right foot and you suddenly realize that she is about to tickle it and your leg begins pumping furiously. She flicks her nails up and down your sole once and you squeal then cackle and this brings comments of approval from her, followed by more flickering.
“Someone has very sensitive size nine feet and these longish toes and semi high arch is very appealing to me. This is one very sensual and sexy foot. Not to mention ticklish.”
You hiss, “Fuck no” and violently pull on the restraints.
“Shall I leave it in your hands and take the left?”
Once more you hiss, “Fuck no” and continue to writhe, pulling at the restraints with all the strength you have left. This has us both laugh and I release your writhing right foot into her care. Your foot has little room to manoeuvre as she takes over and flicks her nails once more up your sole, flicking in between your toes.
I take control of your left foot and delight in feeling what raw power is in it as it writhes to free itself. I follow her lead and flick my nails up and down your sole, paying special attention to the ball of your foot and your arch. Your cackling returns and both her and I nod and smile with pleasure.
“Oh you are exquisite and I love how hysterical your toes are. This will make tweaking and teasing them much more fun. And I love the fact that you said, now what was it? I totally love having my feet licked and sucked and it does get me horny". That will make for some exquisite toe action.”
Still another “Fuck shit” erupts from you and we both giggle and continue tickling. Your legs are pumping and writhing so much, that we have to strengthen our grips to retain control and even then your feet squirm.
I stop and watch with great delight as Amy now slowly tweaks and teases your toes one by one and also watch as you repeatedly slam your head and bum onto the mattress. Your cackles are now flowing like a raging river and I can see, by the evil grin, that this is pleasing her no end.
“I could tweak and tease these luscious toes for hours, kinky one, so I hope you have the time.”
Her and I both know you have the time, as there is no other place you have to go or can go for that matter and we both giggle again. She takes a little longer in tweaking and teasing your second and middle toes and this has you writhing even more. She nods to me and I begin doing the same to your left foot, hoping for the same reaction.
You are cackling to screaming to cackling again and this reaction is pleasing us no end. Amy continues to tease and taunt you, describing your hysterical movement and laughter, taunting you with the fact that you are ours and that we have all the time in the world. She calls you a little bucker and we both laugh and continue to tweak and tease your toes.
Suddenly we stop and I slowly whisper the word hairbrush. This has you utter an “Oh shit no” and begin bucking again. I congratulate you on revealing another one of your secrets and Amy thanks you for telling her something she will definitely remember. I hand her a nylon brush with bulbous tips and then take one myself. We both grip your toes and slowly bend them back, making your sole taught and ready for the brushes. It is then I suggest that we play a game of classical cello tickling. Amy asks what classical cello tickling is and I explain that your soles are cellos and the brushes are the bows with which to play them with. I then began to slide the brush from side to side across your sole and you immediately resume bucking again. This has Amy follow my every move by repeating them on your right sole. Your bucking is instantly followed by more cackling and we both laugh in return.
“What’s the matter Nikki?” She asks, “Do you not like us brushing up on your tickling?”
I laugh, knowing that you desperately want to tell her to get off your foot, but that your laughter has stolen your voice and that both your laughter and bucking has stolen your concentration. The bed is rocking and you are cackling to OUR heart’s content personified, and this has us happily continue. To me your soles are heaven and I can see that to Amy your soles are something she wants to enjoy for sometime to come. I certainly wouldn’t mind letting her solo on your soles as I would love to sit back and watch the fun. You however are bucking and cackling intensely to almost hysterically now and I can tell that you definitely want us to cease with the brushes and could be at the point to promising us anything if we will stop. If that is the case, I’d love to stop to see exactly what you would do for us if we promised to stop.
We both do stop and watch as your writhing slowly subsides and we notice the sweat running off your forehead like raging rivers. This has high-five each other and then ask if you would like some more. Amy walks up beside and looks closely at your right armpit. She places five fingers in it then pulls her hand back, to momentarily smell your sweat. Pronouncing you thoroughly sweaty there, she begins five-finger tickling you there and instantly you begin bucking and cackling once more. I can see how frantic and hysterical you are to bring your arms down to protect you and I watch with great delight as all your concentration is put into freeing your right arm. Suddenly, as if she has read your mind, she divides your concentration by now tickling your left armpit as well. This has you bucking on the bed once more and I take great delight as well in your ferocity of struggles.
“When someone’s sweaty, someone’s more ticklish, and that I like”
Her words seem to make you more ticklish as your cackling and bucking and writhing gets even more intense and I want to just sit and watch, to revel in your torturous predicament. But your feet are calling me back and so I launch a ten-finger assault on the left one, then the right. You are now screaming and we are so into you that we don’t want to stop.
“I see someone’s getting a little turned on by all of this.” She announces, now looking down between your legs. “And those inner thighs look so tempting.”
“FUCK NO!” You hiss and continue your writhing. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!”
We both laugh and Amy moves to your waist. “Did she just give me an engraved invitation? I believe she did.”
“I think the words don’t you fucking dare,” I reply, “Speak for themselves, don’t you.”
Amy looks at you and smirks then hangs her fingers like a hawks talons over your thighs. “Well Nikki, I fucking dare.” I close my eyes and listen to your swearing and cackles. Amy has hit the jackpot.
Inspired by Kinkycouple,
Written by Ticklishscribe
c.
I have you spread to the bed; stripped, stretched and ready to be stroked and I am already salivating over the time to come. My silence and the fact that you’re blindfolded, has you moving your head all over to at least get a moment of sound to tell you where I am and what I’m doing. You look so hot dressed in only your bra and panties and the fact that you work out regularly, is teasing me big time and no end and I want to take my revenge for those two reasons at least. You are sensually exquisite looking and I want to take you in my arms and hug you, caress you, kiss you and make love to you, but that might come later. Looking over to a bedroom chair I see your Elmo ticklish t-shirt draped over the back of it and giggle, noting what a perfect advertisement it is for you. I’d call you Elmo, but I like Nicki much better.
“Would Nicki like a quickie later on?” You squirm at my first words since tying you down and I watch with great delight as your head moves all around again. I am also delighted that just the sound of my voice and the words that I use, have total control of you and my eyes surf you all over.
Every inch of you is beautiful, from your chestnut brown hair, your blue eyes, shapely upper body complete with a hint of ribs, down to your hipbones and right down to your size 9’s with semi high arches, longish toes, rounded features which look very soft and sensitive. Those feet that are now teasing me no end and giving me another reason to take revenge.
I gaze at your feet, then take a ruler and size them up; nine and three quarter inches long and three and three quarter inches wide, make for a perfect 36 and a half square inches of ticklish sole per foot, for a grand total of seventy three square inches for both feet. This brings me no end of delight and I must resist the urge to ravage those soles right off the bat.
You are trying to hold yourself together and not let me see any weaknesses in you, but a single quick stroke to each sole, causes you to writhe and giggle to cackle. I can tell that your senses are on the highest alert possible and I love it. To really test your senses I whisper the word feather very slowly and you squeal and writhe some more, giving away the first of many secrets that I will extract from you. I can tell that your nerve endings are standing at attention. In fact they were so rigid they are at the breaking point and you’re on the edge. You want to scream and beg me not to tickle you, but your voice doesn’t function properly. You want to run, but the bonds prevent that. What you desperately want is not available to you and the fact that I have total control over you only heightens that feeling to the point where you are almost terrified.
It is then that I stand before you, and I slowly announce that I am holding a sixteen-inch long turkey feather, and I emphasize the sixteen-inch part once more then smile evilly. Instantly you try to back up on the bed and I giggle as the restraints hold you in place and I can quite imagine the terror in your eyes. I can tell just by looking at you that this feather is a nightmare and you are trying to find the voice to beg me not to use it.
“I think I shall use this exclusively on your toes. Can you imagine it slowly and sensually running between them, teasing them with myriad of soft tendrils.”
Instantly your feet pull back on the restraints and I watch as your toes curl tightly over as if to find even the remotest protection for themselves. I imagine them hiding like frightened little mice running from the barnyard cat, and giggle again.
“One stroke across your toes Nicki and I can uncover them then take them prisoner.”
A sudden squeal erupts from you and I know that you are on edge and that I have uncovered another secret. To really tease your, I tell you that I’m not going to tickle right away, but that I had a good game of the piggies in mind first. With that in mind I used two fingers, grip your big toe and slowly bend it back. You fight hard to clench it, but my grip is firm and the toe is mine. Bending it back I take a moment to give you a few strokes on the joint with the quill end of the feather and this causes you to squeal and then whole-heartedly giggle. I reverse the feather and now let the tendrils slowly, sensually and evilly surf the very edge of your sole, then move inward to surf the ball of your foot and your arch, creating a ballet of tickles. I then lightly flick it across the base of your toes and then begin probe in between them with the slightest feather touch. Each tendril of the fiendish feather takes a nerve ending and backs it up against a wall then hammers home the tickling, untill your giggles turn to cackles. I smile evilly and tell you that the day is young and that there are endless tickles to come.
Changing positions I cup my right hand under your left heel then firmly grip the foot. Suddenly you go wild under me, begging for me not to do this and promising me that I can tickle you anywhere else. My response is a quick set of rapid strokes up the spasming sole with the quill end, bringing sudden but more intense cackling and violent writhing. Your head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and you again put all of your strength into freeing your foot. The quill rakes and revs over your sole as your foot explodes in ticklish agony and writhes intensely, trying desperately to get away from my relentless and oh so torturous tickling tool.
“Does this quill tickle you?” I tease. “Somehow your reactions are giving me that idea.”
You growl at me and utter some profane language that makes me giggle. I continue tickling, glancing back at you to see those grimacing looks that I love so much. While I can’t see your eyes I know that they’re scrunched tightly shut, now along with your mouth, as I know that you are trying everything to stifle the laughter. I think of your TMF name and ask how kinky you’d like me to be. I giggle again.
“Awwwwww Is Elmo ticklish? Does Elmo not like having his feet tickled. Perhaps Elmo would like his tummy tickled or his armpits.”
Again you growl at me, and again the profane language is uttered. I tell you again how much you look like a young Nancy Sinatra, and then begin singing “These feet are made for tickling and that’s just what I’ll do…” This has you growl at me further and I can now only hear some illegible language coming from you. I have you where I want you, totally under my control and ready to promise me anything.
“Is your name Helmo, cause you’re in hell right now? Well if you’re not in hell right now, you will be when your guest tickler arrives to help me.” I giggle again knowing that if you knew who it was, you would be begging me and promising me anything to keep them away from you. Fate on my part intervenes and it is as if on cue that your bedroom door opens and you freeze at the sound of it.
“Amy: you’re timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“Sorry if I’m a little late, but the recording session went a little longer that I had figured."
I giggle to myself as I look back at you to see you moving your head as if to find a crack in the blindfold with which to see her.
“And how is the rest of Even-e-scence?” I ask, emphasizing the band’s name to really tease you.
You gutturally utter a “Shit no,” immediately followed by a “Fuck you,” and we both laugh. Amy sits beside you and you jerk as she begins to stroke your forehead.
“And how is my exquisite Elmo today. Are you ready for me, dressed in only your furry skin and bra and panties.”
Another guttural “Shit no” comes from you and you begin to writhe your head all over the place, desperately trying to get away from her touch. A rustling of paper causes you to totally writhe now.
“This stuff on her you sent me is awesome and I hope you don’t mind if I take the armpits and later on those luscious inner thighs of hers. I love athletic girls.”
You are really writhing now, as you desperately don’t want her to even touch you, let alone play with your armpits and inner thighs. The mere fact that she loves “Athletic girls” is driving you wild, as you don’t know just how she likes them. You head suddenly lifts as you hear whispering and you feel her leave your upper body area. Using both hands I tighten my grip on your right foot and you suddenly realize that she is about to tickle it and your leg begins pumping furiously. She flicks her nails up and down your sole once and you squeal then cackle and this brings comments of approval from her, followed by more flickering.
“Someone has very sensitive size nine feet and these longish toes and semi high arch is very appealing to me. This is one very sensual and sexy foot. Not to mention ticklish.”
You hiss, “Fuck no” and violently pull on the restraints.
“Shall I leave it in your hands and take the left?”
Once more you hiss, “Fuck no” and continue to writhe, pulling at the restraints with all the strength you have left. This has us both laugh and I release your writhing right foot into her care. Your foot has little room to manoeuvre as she takes over and flicks her nails once more up your sole, flicking in between your toes.
I take control of your left foot and delight in feeling what raw power is in it as it writhes to free itself. I follow her lead and flick my nails up and down your sole, paying special attention to the ball of your foot and your arch. Your cackling returns and both her and I nod and smile with pleasure.
“Oh you are exquisite and I love how hysterical your toes are. This will make tweaking and teasing them much more fun. And I love the fact that you said, now what was it? I totally love having my feet licked and sucked and it does get me horny". That will make for some exquisite toe action.”
Still another “Fuck shit” erupts from you and we both giggle and continue tickling. Your legs are pumping and writhing so much, that we have to strengthen our grips to retain control and even then your feet squirm.
I stop and watch with great delight as Amy now slowly tweaks and teases your toes one by one and also watch as you repeatedly slam your head and bum onto the mattress. Your cackles are now flowing like a raging river and I can see, by the evil grin, that this is pleasing her no end.
“I could tweak and tease these luscious toes for hours, kinky one, so I hope you have the time.”
Her and I both know you have the time, as there is no other place you have to go or can go for that matter and we both giggle again. She takes a little longer in tweaking and teasing your second and middle toes and this has you writhing even more. She nods to me and I begin doing the same to your left foot, hoping for the same reaction.
You are cackling to screaming to cackling again and this reaction is pleasing us no end. Amy continues to tease and taunt you, describing your hysterical movement and laughter, taunting you with the fact that you are ours and that we have all the time in the world. She calls you a little bucker and we both laugh and continue to tweak and tease your toes.
Suddenly we stop and I slowly whisper the word hairbrush. This has you utter an “Oh shit no” and begin bucking again. I congratulate you on revealing another one of your secrets and Amy thanks you for telling her something she will definitely remember. I hand her a nylon brush with bulbous tips and then take one myself. We both grip your toes and slowly bend them back, making your sole taught and ready for the brushes. It is then I suggest that we play a game of classical cello tickling. Amy asks what classical cello tickling is and I explain that your soles are cellos and the brushes are the bows with which to play them with. I then began to slide the brush from side to side across your sole and you immediately resume bucking again. This has Amy follow my every move by repeating them on your right sole. Your bucking is instantly followed by more cackling and we both laugh in return.
“What’s the matter Nikki?” She asks, “Do you not like us brushing up on your tickling?”
I laugh, knowing that you desperately want to tell her to get off your foot, but that your laughter has stolen your voice and that both your laughter and bucking has stolen your concentration. The bed is rocking and you are cackling to OUR heart’s content personified, and this has us happily continue. To me your soles are heaven and I can see that to Amy your soles are something she wants to enjoy for sometime to come. I certainly wouldn’t mind letting her solo on your soles as I would love to sit back and watch the fun. You however are bucking and cackling intensely to almost hysterically now and I can tell that you definitely want us to cease with the brushes and could be at the point to promising us anything if we will stop. If that is the case, I’d love to stop to see exactly what you would do for us if we promised to stop.
We both do stop and watch as your writhing slowly subsides and we notice the sweat running off your forehead like raging rivers. This has high-five each other and then ask if you would like some more. Amy walks up beside and looks closely at your right armpit. She places five fingers in it then pulls her hand back, to momentarily smell your sweat. Pronouncing you thoroughly sweaty there, she begins five-finger tickling you there and instantly you begin bucking and cackling once more. I can see how frantic and hysterical you are to bring your arms down to protect you and I watch with great delight as all your concentration is put into freeing your right arm. Suddenly, as if she has read your mind, she divides your concentration by now tickling your left armpit as well. This has you bucking on the bed once more and I take great delight as well in your ferocity of struggles.
“When someone’s sweaty, someone’s more ticklish, and that I like”
Her words seem to make you more ticklish as your cackling and bucking and writhing gets even more intense and I want to just sit and watch, to revel in your torturous predicament. But your feet are calling me back and so I launch a ten-finger assault on the left one, then the right. You are now screaming and we are so into you that we don’t want to stop.
“I see someone’s getting a little turned on by all of this.” She announces, now looking down between your legs. “And those inner thighs look so tempting.”
“FUCK NO!” You hiss and continue your writhing. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!!”
We both laugh and Amy moves to your waist. “Did she just give me an engraved invitation? I believe she did.”
“I think the words don’t you fucking dare,” I reply, “Speak for themselves, don’t you.”
Amy looks at you and smirks then hangs her fingers like a hawks talons over your thighs. “Well Nikki, I fucking dare.” I close my eyes and listen to your swearing and cackles. Amy has hit the jackpot.
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