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I was dating this girl named Amina for a couple of months. We were both 19 at the time she was about 5’7 slender with curves, with long black hair, and big brown eyes. In the beginning of the relationship we had a few problems. She was the spicy tempered one and I was the chill calm one, so naturally we started off rough due to our differences. I guess it didn’t help that every now and again I used her in my open mic comedy act. She hated that more than anything and “forbid” me to do it. In defiance to her I kept using her in my show but in secret, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her right? She couldn’t think of any way to retaliate on me until now.
--The following Cotains Some Sexual Content So If Your Not Into That Stop Here!! This is my first Story so feedback is appreciated.
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I was lounging around on the couch as usual flipping through the channels hoping to find something decent to watch. It was Friday and her parents were out of town, a perfect opportunity for my girl and I to spend some quality time together. She was out picking up a few things when I heard her come in abruptly.
I heard the door slam closed and foot steps sweeping across the floor quickly. Amina came into the living room and I could almost see the steam rising from her head.
“What the hell did you do??!!” She yelled with her hands on her hips.
“What?? What is it?” I put my popcorn down and looked at her.
“My friend Amanda just sent me a video of your stand up act tonight, you talked about me again!!! We talked about this, I said no more of me in your little stupid shows!”
“Ahh relax, I just used you because I couldn’t think of any other jokes at the moment.”
She glared back at me “I don’t care why you did it I just want it to stop understand?"
“Ill try not to,” I lied as I turned to face the tv again. She stormed off up the stairs and slammed a door again. I went to bed soon after she did, I passed out on her bed next to her.
Sometime later I was awakened by some annoying sensation in my ear. It was warm air blowing, tickling the side of my face and neck. It made me jerk my head, and woke me up to find my gf at the side of the bed staring at me.
“Good you’re awake, I had been whispering in your ear for the longest time and I hadn’t come to.”
I slowly woke, trying to wipe my eyes but I found I couldn’t.
“KLAANNK!!” Was all I heard as my arm was tugged back by some strong restraint. I was tied spread eagled on her bed. I was totally vulerable and in nothing but my boxers and ankle socks.
“Amina what the hell? W-Why am I tied up?”
*I was thinking it was one of her unexplored kinks, but i never imagined......*
She stared at me with a look of superiority.
“Well I don’t think you took me very seriously when I told you not to make me the butt of your jokes, so I tied you up and decided to teach you a lesson.” “Ive disciplined past boyfriends like this. I hoped it hadn’t come to this……. I’m going to have to tickle torture you as punishment.”
“Tickle me? You can’t be serious? Come on don’t waste our time, you’ve tried to tickle me before and I’ve won every time. I’m not even ticklish.”
I did honestly think I had grown out of it.
She stared me dead in the face responding. “Yeah but this time you’re totally helpless, so let’s just see what happens....”
She straddled me as if about to go for a horseback ride.
At first i thought nothing of it. I nonchalantly bent my head back to try and see how to unsnap the cuffs around my hands, fiddling at my bonds, but got distracted when I felt a tickle sensation rush up from my belly. She began to slowly stroll one finger up and down my stomach.
“Just keep trying to be funny ok? I’m gonna give you something to really laugh about.”
“What are you doing?? “ “What the hell mmmmm.. hehehehe… wait …. What are youuhhehe? Mmmmmmhohoohahaha..quit ithahaha.”
I was doing ok at holding the giggles for now. I took deep breaths, bit my lower lip and did everything I knew how to prevent laughing. I was fine until she caught me, going full force ten fingers scribbling all over my midsection. I burst into laughter. My stomach went into quick spasm and my head flew back as I began to lose restraint. She tickled me full force until I lost control of my laughter.
“Don’t hold it in let it out. You'll feel much better if you just give in, stop resisting.”
“Hahahahahaaa what…. Hahahahahaahaaa stop stop hahahaa! Time outttahahahaha!”
She stopped tickling abruptly, staring with pondering expression . “What was that?? Stop? This isnt bothering you is it? Mr I’m not ticklish?”
I turned my head and blushed a little. I began talking to myself, trying to convince myself that my obvious weakness was not real.
*What the heck, get a grip man you’re not ticklish......Im nott.....I.... Im almost a grown man being ticklish? I’m not am I?* I honestly had no idea. I hadn’t been tickled since I was a kid until now. I thought I had outgrown this crap but I guess not.
“You can prevent all of this if you just apologize and never mention me in a show again. Ohhhhhhhh and as a bonus you have to admit you’re a ticklish wittle boy!”
I scowled back, having no intention of caving.
“Come on, dont make that face, that's a really generous offer...." She smirked enjoying my building frustration.
“Do your worst” I snorted, my silly pride wouldn't let me just cave.
She shrugged her shoulders and dug in again.
“That’s fine, I just wouldn’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I’m glad you’re not ticklish, and this doesn’t bother you.”
She immediately started wiggling her fingers faster and more furious. She wiggled her devilish fingers all over my midsection and ribs. She was poking at me, squeezing each rib and counting them as she went along. I laughed hard, and I mean Haarrrrddd..... I laughed until I was damn near suffocating.
“Ahahahahahahaha…. Stop hahahahahaahHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA p… ppp pleasesseehehahahahahahaha… enoughahahaha…ohhh”
She gave me a short break to leave out and gather a few tools. She came back with a Q tip, and a long stiff green feather. I tried to plead my case this time when she came back.
“Ok huff! Ok no more you’ve had your fun now let me loose, you’ve proved your point.”
“You had your chance mister, sorry,” she grinned cruelly.
She moved off my hips and up the bed now. She sat on my arms to prevent them from moving even more. Now she was looking directly down at me this time to observe my every facial reaction.
I started to feel the scribbling nails now in my right armpit. As soon as the sensation hit I jerked my arm wildly and tried to pull it down to protect me, but no such luck.
Oh the feeling of her tickling my armpit was maddening, and so fucking annoying. This was a start stop start stop process, but my laughter never really subsided. Before she would start tickling again she would hold her hands about 3 inches from my skin and gradually come in for contact. She teased me as if to show me how helpless I truly was.
“hheheheheheheee get off of there! Heheheheheeeeee get oout gethehehehee out!”
“Don’t you tell me what to do!" She hissed. She then added her other hand into my left pit tickling it slowly just like the right.
“Klank! Klank! Klank!” Is all I could hear as I tried again and again to bring my arms down to protect myself. I could only feel slow slow strokes of her sharp nails in my pits, up and down, down and up. I flinched and yanked my arms at every ticklee touch.
She then picked up the stiff feather she brought in and danced it into my armpits. Every now and then she would switch back to my teasing stomach. She would twirl the tip of the feather into my bellybutton, poke me with it and draw pictures on me.
I laughed even harder now, throwing in a stop and no and please every now and then, but of course my pleads fell on deaf ears. Again she decided to give a short break before I died of air deprivation. God she tickled my pits for the longest time.
“Hufff Huff are you tryin huff.. ta kill me? Let me loose now stop it huffff… huffff… huff.” I could barely catch my breath enough to speak.
She ignored me and looked me up and down, searching for new tickle spots, I suppose.
“Oh hush up I’ve barely started on you, don’t be such a wimp.”
“Ok Ok Ok no more I won’t use you in my show anymore ok stop let me up.”
She looked me dead in the face now.
“Realllyyyy???" She purred. "Well, I don't even believe you.........But regardless, that’s not good enough. I think I told you to say more than that, didn't I?”
“Come on youve had enough? That’s just so degrading! I promised I wouldn’t do it again now don’t get carried away.”
“Hehe....Well, you'll be here until I get everything I want out of you. I’m gonna take my time with you, eventually you’ll cave, pass out or piss yourself, hehe.”
She walked to my side again and lifted my boxer strap up a little.
“Wha.. What are you doing??” I knew as soon as the words escaped my mouth that she would be able to detect the slight panic in my voice.
“Relax funny man I’m not going in for the kill, not yet anyway, she said with a twisted smirk. She lifted my boxer strap and grabbed a hold of the spot right around the hipbone area. She started to give me powerful deep squeezes to the waistline.
She wasn't aiming for it but she brushed up against my joy stick, and of course It responded. A bulge started to emerge as her hands fiddled around in my red zone. This embarrassed me a little I didn’t know this would turn me on. I know she noticed to. I saw her give a quick gaze to my boxers and then back at me as I broke into giggles again.
“What the hell hahahahahahahaaa im ticklish there?? Hahahahahaha! Whats wrong With youHahahaahahaaaa?? Uggghhhhkkkkhahahhaa! SHIT!!!”
I tried to raise my leg off the bed to avoid the damn annoying stimulus but I was tied to tightly. I only had enough wiggle room to bang my leg against the bed constantly, my hip lifted off the table temporarily and my heel banging down on the bed. Despite this, every wiggle I produced was trailed easily by her tickling fingers.
“You didn’t know you were ticklish here? Well there ya go, there’s something else positive you get from this. Now you can know where to protect if someone tickles you. Hehehe, that way you wont squeal.........squeal like you are now."
I felt her hands shift again, this time I felt hard fast squeezes in my inner thighs. Immediately after she started my slow steady laughs turned to gut wrenching howls and laughs. I still flapped around the bed like some rowdy flailing ticklish fish.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA GOD!! BREAK BREAK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GONNA DIE PLEASSEEE!”
I couldnt talk breathe or resist, I was just turned to a laughing pile of flesh. At this point my will power was shot. All i could think to myself was when will this stop stop when will this stop!? When When.....Stop Stop AMina Stop this! I finally got her to stop by admitting that I was
“A WIDDLE TICKLISH BOY!! I AM HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM!!! I GIVE AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA PLEASE STOP!!”
She halted the torture for a second and looked at me.
“Come again? What was that?”
“Huff huff huff huff huff hold on hold on…”
“I said I’m a… ticklish….little….boy…… “ I said, followed by a long sad sigh.
“I cant hear you?!" She started wiggling her fingers at me again, threatening to start again.
“I SAID IM A TICKLISH LITTLE BOY GOD DAMMIT! JEEZE!! Your just sick for doing this you know that? Your sick!!”
“Hahaha that’s my boy, now was that really so hard?”
In my mind I thought no not if you’ve been stripped of your pride and strength. It was crazy, the verbal teasing and forced conversation seemed to almost tickle my brain as well. The more she teased and made jokes the more ticklish I seemed to become.
Reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized that I wasn't getting out until she was ready to let me out. At this point I felt so helpless. In my position there was no other option but to comply. I was still tied sweating and panting like a dog. I could only hope cooperation would help me get out of this mess.
“That’s a good boy………….. but…….. Ah What the heck, I’m having fun Tickling your guts out. I never get to do this because you always stop me or dodge me so might as well finish up while you’re here.”
“Ohhh you you promised…. I said what you wanted and you…. Ohh you’ll pay for this,” I said hoping my empty threat would intimidate her.
“You’re in no position to threaten me wittle boy.”
She proceeded to the end of the bed and sat down facing my feet.
“Bet you anything you’re ticklish down here. How much ya wana bet you’ll squeal like a little girl if I tickle your feet?”
I laid there looking at her in silent protest.
“Silent treatment? Oh come on don’t be mad, were just havin a couple laughs. If you get mad Ill have to start over again and make you happy." She smirked.
"Were just having a coupla laughs thats all, ahehe."
“At my expense Aggghhhh!!”
She patted my leg smiling. “Now you know how I feel.”
She started removing my right ankle sock. I clenched my toes to try to keep it on which apparently never works. She felt me tugging against her and reached up to give my hip bones another quick tickle.
“Let go, come on let go,” She taunted as she squeezed my hips hard. My leg bucked trying to shake her and I lost my sock. She went over to the dresser and grabbed the q tip this time. She started to slowly glide the q tip in a circle on my right sole taunting “Goochie goo wittle boy.”
While the tickling was slow all I could think Is *Shit I’m ticklish here to? What the heck!? Where am I not ticklish!?* This couldn't be happening, how could i have a weakness this exploitable?
I felt the q tip strolling in circles around my sole teasingly. My foot started the avoidance dance, side to side bending, flexing scrunching, but it did no good. I avoided her grasp for a second but she always found her way back to my torment. Again I was caught off guard, my feet hadn’t been tickled since I was a kid, but again she put me in stitches.
“I cant hahahahahahaaa AHhh I cant Laugh anymore Stop! Please Ahahahahhahaaaa what the hell get off me! Whats Your Problemhahahahahahaaaa!”
Now I could then feel the Q tip slide up the sole of my foot and dip in between my toes. It felt like she was giving me a thorough cleaning. Slipping it between each toe and sliding it up and down from heel to toe. My foot flinched and quivered at every stroke, and my laughter got more constant as it continued.
“Mmm nice soft ticklish feet. Hehe bet you wish you could get your audience to laugh like this huh? I wonder if your friends know? Hmm, maybe i should tell them??”
The Q tip continued to probe my soles and, her mouth never stopped taunting me. She continued to catch me off guard and surprise me by switching back and forth between my left foot and right and sometimes doing both at the same time. I started to yell for mercy but she showed me none. She broke my will I just wanted to get out and stop laughing. Worn out aching and sweating like a dog, I never realized tickling could be such a workout.
“Ok ok a break a break you’ve earned it guy.”
In between pants again I plead my case for release but she would hear none of it.
“At least tickle me somewhere else huff who knew feet could be that ticklish??huff huff!” Apparently everyone knew but me.
“Ok fine no more feet tickling you’re off the hook…. But..”
She walked over to the dresser again and this time she grabbed the long stiff green feather again. Just looking at it gave me the chills and made my skin crawl in ticklee anticipation. She walked over and sat on top of me again. She stuck her hands behind her and tickled from my armpits, to my ribs, to my midsection and stopped at my boxers. Her tantalizing hands flew side to side flirting with my boxer line.
“Ohh your mind says no but your body says yes yes yes hehe.”
She said as she stared at my erection that had been growing this entire time. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I was so turned on by this but I was. She dove her hands into my boxers like she was on a deep sea exploration. Immediately my back arched at the touches. I could feel her fingers scrambling around tickling my dick, crotch and balls. It wasn’t hard enough to make me belt laughing but it wasn’t light enough to keep me from laughing.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhheheheee….. Ohhhh… you shouldn’t ohhhhhh Heheheee.....Mmmmhahahahahaaa."
She suddenly yanked my boxers down to my ankles so that I was now completely nude, my erection standing loose like a flagpole. I felt the breeze in the room hit my privates but that wasn’t the worst of my worries. The feeling of her playing with me was overwhelming. The more she touched me the harder I got. Small moans escaped my mouth as my crotch fidgeted more and more.
She grabbed the feather now and started to stroke my balls with the feather slowly, vindictively. I burst into gut wrenching laughter again.
“AHHH GOODD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GONNA KILL ME GONNAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
I saw her look back at me out of the corner of her eye and smirk at my torment, her black hair concealing part of her face . I was not surprised about being ticklish here, we both knew that I was. Until now she couldn’t keep me still long enough to take advantage of it. I was so sensitive down there, and I never understood why, even before the big finish.
I made a powerful buck with my hips and almost threw her off me but she caught herself and remounted me. She sat closer to my hips this time to take away what little leverage I had.
“Nice try. I’m not going anywhere until I’m finished, tickle tickle your manhood hehe.”
She tickled me for what seemed like eternity and it pushed me into silent laughter. My mouth was wide open but no sound came out. It was actually somewhat painful, I could hardly breathe or laugh. All I could do was yank my arms and legs in and out of the restraints to no avail. This time my struggles were violent and almost feral. I wrenched and heaved my body as much as I could.
She switched up her position and started tickling my rod instead of my balls. She stroked the feather up and down my rock hard rod and stopped at the head. She circled it seductively around the head. My dick was so hard now it was swollen. The sexual tension was insane, at this rate I would need relief soon. She continued to stroke me up and down with the feather making me flinch and bounce.
Finally she stopped the tickling and started to jack me off and stroke me slowly. This was it! Thank God! She finally stopped the torture and was going to relieve me.
“Yeah this is what you want right?.................Just kidding hahaha.”
She stopped and grabbed the feather to give my balls another good tickling.
Again I overflowed with laughter, screaming bloody murder, all the while calling her cruel for refusing to relive me of my predicament.
After she had had her fill she stopped the tickling. I was breathing hard, sweating, and throbbing. She tickled me until my eyes teared up.
She grabbed me again and started to jack me off, I hoped for real this time. She started to pump me powerfully and vigorously until I shot off a huge load. It was an eruption of pleasure and emotion. It felt so good and was such a relief after all the torture and teasing she had put me through.
Afterwards she released me from my bonds and I lay on the bed exhausted without moving a muscle. I was weak, couldn’t move and I was still in the spread eagle position.
She crawled to my side again and ran her fingers down my stomach again. She forced a small grin out of me but I prayed she wouldn’t start again. My hand reacted on its own pushing her hands away since I couldn’t say no. She pulled herself close to me lying on my right arm and whispered in my ear.
“Now what are you never ever gonna do again baby?”
I could barely speak after being taken to my peak physically. I weakly muttered to her “…. Use you in a show… uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Right” she responded confidently.
She got up turned the lights out and let me rest finally.
--The following Cotains Some Sexual Content So If Your Not Into That Stop Here!! This is my first Story so feedback is appreciated.
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I was lounging around on the couch as usual flipping through the channels hoping to find something decent to watch. It was Friday and her parents were out of town, a perfect opportunity for my girl and I to spend some quality time together. She was out picking up a few things when I heard her come in abruptly.
I heard the door slam closed and foot steps sweeping across the floor quickly. Amina came into the living room and I could almost see the steam rising from her head.
“What the hell did you do??!!” She yelled with her hands on her hips.
“What?? What is it?” I put my popcorn down and looked at her.
“My friend Amanda just sent me a video of your stand up act tonight, you talked about me again!!! We talked about this, I said no more of me in your little stupid shows!”
“Ahh relax, I just used you because I couldn’t think of any other jokes at the moment.”
She glared back at me “I don’t care why you did it I just want it to stop understand?"
“Ill try not to,” I lied as I turned to face the tv again. She stormed off up the stairs and slammed a door again. I went to bed soon after she did, I passed out on her bed next to her.
Sometime later I was awakened by some annoying sensation in my ear. It was warm air blowing, tickling the side of my face and neck. It made me jerk my head, and woke me up to find my gf at the side of the bed staring at me.
“Good you’re awake, I had been whispering in your ear for the longest time and I hadn’t come to.”
I slowly woke, trying to wipe my eyes but I found I couldn’t.
“KLAANNK!!” Was all I heard as my arm was tugged back by some strong restraint. I was tied spread eagled on her bed. I was totally vulerable and in nothing but my boxers and ankle socks.
“Amina what the hell? W-Why am I tied up?”
*I was thinking it was one of her unexplored kinks, but i never imagined......*
She stared at me with a look of superiority.
“Well I don’t think you took me very seriously when I told you not to make me the butt of your jokes, so I tied you up and decided to teach you a lesson.” “Ive disciplined past boyfriends like this. I hoped it hadn’t come to this……. I’m going to have to tickle torture you as punishment.”
“Tickle me? You can’t be serious? Come on don’t waste our time, you’ve tried to tickle me before and I’ve won every time. I’m not even ticklish.”
I did honestly think I had grown out of it.
She stared me dead in the face responding. “Yeah but this time you’re totally helpless, so let’s just see what happens....”
She straddled me as if about to go for a horseback ride.
At first i thought nothing of it. I nonchalantly bent my head back to try and see how to unsnap the cuffs around my hands, fiddling at my bonds, but got distracted when I felt a tickle sensation rush up from my belly. She began to slowly stroll one finger up and down my stomach.
“Just keep trying to be funny ok? I’m gonna give you something to really laugh about.”
“What are you doing?? “ “What the hell mmmmm.. hehehehe… wait …. What are youuhhehe? Mmmmmmhohoohahaha..quit ithahaha.”
I was doing ok at holding the giggles for now. I took deep breaths, bit my lower lip and did everything I knew how to prevent laughing. I was fine until she caught me, going full force ten fingers scribbling all over my midsection. I burst into laughter. My stomach went into quick spasm and my head flew back as I began to lose restraint. She tickled me full force until I lost control of my laughter.
“Don’t hold it in let it out. You'll feel much better if you just give in, stop resisting.”
“Hahahahahaaa what…. Hahahahahaahaaa stop stop hahahaa! Time outttahahahaha!”
She stopped tickling abruptly, staring with pondering expression . “What was that?? Stop? This isnt bothering you is it? Mr I’m not ticklish?”
I turned my head and blushed a little. I began talking to myself, trying to convince myself that my obvious weakness was not real.
*What the heck, get a grip man you’re not ticklish......Im nott.....I.... Im almost a grown man being ticklish? I’m not am I?* I honestly had no idea. I hadn’t been tickled since I was a kid until now. I thought I had outgrown this crap but I guess not.
“You can prevent all of this if you just apologize and never mention me in a show again. Ohhhhhhhh and as a bonus you have to admit you’re a ticklish wittle boy!”
I scowled back, having no intention of caving.
“Come on, dont make that face, that's a really generous offer...." She smirked enjoying my building frustration.
“Do your worst” I snorted, my silly pride wouldn't let me just cave.
She shrugged her shoulders and dug in again.
“That’s fine, I just wouldn’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, I’m glad you’re not ticklish, and this doesn’t bother you.”
She immediately started wiggling her fingers faster and more furious. She wiggled her devilish fingers all over my midsection and ribs. She was poking at me, squeezing each rib and counting them as she went along. I laughed hard, and I mean Haarrrrddd..... I laughed until I was damn near suffocating.
“Ahahahahahahaha…. Stop hahahahahaahHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA p… ppp pleasesseehehahahahahahaha… enoughahahaha…ohhh”
She gave me a short break to leave out and gather a few tools. She came back with a Q tip, and a long stiff green feather. I tried to plead my case this time when she came back.
“Ok huff! Ok no more you’ve had your fun now let me loose, you’ve proved your point.”
“You had your chance mister, sorry,” she grinned cruelly.
She moved off my hips and up the bed now. She sat on my arms to prevent them from moving even more. Now she was looking directly down at me this time to observe my every facial reaction.
I started to feel the scribbling nails now in my right armpit. As soon as the sensation hit I jerked my arm wildly and tried to pull it down to protect me, but no such luck.
Oh the feeling of her tickling my armpit was maddening, and so fucking annoying. This was a start stop start stop process, but my laughter never really subsided. Before she would start tickling again she would hold her hands about 3 inches from my skin and gradually come in for contact. She teased me as if to show me how helpless I truly was.
“hheheheheheheee get off of there! Heheheheheeeeee get oout gethehehehee out!”
“Don’t you tell me what to do!" She hissed. She then added her other hand into my left pit tickling it slowly just like the right.
“Klank! Klank! Klank!” Is all I could hear as I tried again and again to bring my arms down to protect myself. I could only feel slow slow strokes of her sharp nails in my pits, up and down, down and up. I flinched and yanked my arms at every ticklee touch.
She then picked up the stiff feather she brought in and danced it into my armpits. Every now and then she would switch back to my teasing stomach. She would twirl the tip of the feather into my bellybutton, poke me with it and draw pictures on me.
I laughed even harder now, throwing in a stop and no and please every now and then, but of course my pleads fell on deaf ears. Again she decided to give a short break before I died of air deprivation. God she tickled my pits for the longest time.
“Hufff Huff are you tryin huff.. ta kill me? Let me loose now stop it huffff… huffff… huff.” I could barely catch my breath enough to speak.
She ignored me and looked me up and down, searching for new tickle spots, I suppose.
“Oh hush up I’ve barely started on you, don’t be such a wimp.”
“Ok Ok Ok no more I won’t use you in my show anymore ok stop let me up.”
She looked me dead in the face now.
“Realllyyyy???" She purred. "Well, I don't even believe you.........But regardless, that’s not good enough. I think I told you to say more than that, didn't I?”
“Come on youve had enough? That’s just so degrading! I promised I wouldn’t do it again now don’t get carried away.”
“Hehe....Well, you'll be here until I get everything I want out of you. I’m gonna take my time with you, eventually you’ll cave, pass out or piss yourself, hehe.”
She walked to my side again and lifted my boxer strap up a little.
“Wha.. What are you doing??” I knew as soon as the words escaped my mouth that she would be able to detect the slight panic in my voice.
“Relax funny man I’m not going in for the kill, not yet anyway, she said with a twisted smirk. She lifted my boxer strap and grabbed a hold of the spot right around the hipbone area. She started to give me powerful deep squeezes to the waistline.
She wasn't aiming for it but she brushed up against my joy stick, and of course It responded. A bulge started to emerge as her hands fiddled around in my red zone. This embarrassed me a little I didn’t know this would turn me on. I know she noticed to. I saw her give a quick gaze to my boxers and then back at me as I broke into giggles again.
“What the hell hahahahahahahaaa im ticklish there?? Hahahahahaha! Whats wrong With youHahahaahahaaaa?? Uggghhhhkkkkhahahhaa! SHIT!!!”
I tried to raise my leg off the bed to avoid the damn annoying stimulus but I was tied to tightly. I only had enough wiggle room to bang my leg against the bed constantly, my hip lifted off the table temporarily and my heel banging down on the bed. Despite this, every wiggle I produced was trailed easily by her tickling fingers.
“You didn’t know you were ticklish here? Well there ya go, there’s something else positive you get from this. Now you can know where to protect if someone tickles you. Hehehe, that way you wont squeal.........squeal like you are now."
I felt her hands shift again, this time I felt hard fast squeezes in my inner thighs. Immediately after she started my slow steady laughs turned to gut wrenching howls and laughs. I still flapped around the bed like some rowdy flailing ticklish fish.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA GOD!! BREAK BREAK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH GONNA DIE PLEASSEEE!”
I couldnt talk breathe or resist, I was just turned to a laughing pile of flesh. At this point my will power was shot. All i could think to myself was when will this stop stop when will this stop!? When When.....Stop Stop AMina Stop this! I finally got her to stop by admitting that I was
“A WIDDLE TICKLISH BOY!! I AM HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I AM!!! I GIVE AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAA PLEASE STOP!!”
She halted the torture for a second and looked at me.
“Come again? What was that?”
“Huff huff huff huff huff hold on hold on…”
“I said I’m a… ticklish….little….boy…… “ I said, followed by a long sad sigh.
“I cant hear you?!" She started wiggling her fingers at me again, threatening to start again.
“I SAID IM A TICKLISH LITTLE BOY GOD DAMMIT! JEEZE!! Your just sick for doing this you know that? Your sick!!”
“Hahaha that’s my boy, now was that really so hard?”
In my mind I thought no not if you’ve been stripped of your pride and strength. It was crazy, the verbal teasing and forced conversation seemed to almost tickle my brain as well. The more she teased and made jokes the more ticklish I seemed to become.
Reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized that I wasn't getting out until she was ready to let me out. At this point I felt so helpless. In my position there was no other option but to comply. I was still tied sweating and panting like a dog. I could only hope cooperation would help me get out of this mess.
“That’s a good boy………….. but…….. Ah What the heck, I’m having fun Tickling your guts out. I never get to do this because you always stop me or dodge me so might as well finish up while you’re here.”
“Ohhh you you promised…. I said what you wanted and you…. Ohh you’ll pay for this,” I said hoping my empty threat would intimidate her.
“You’re in no position to threaten me wittle boy.”
She proceeded to the end of the bed and sat down facing my feet.
“Bet you anything you’re ticklish down here. How much ya wana bet you’ll squeal like a little girl if I tickle your feet?”
I laid there looking at her in silent protest.
“Silent treatment? Oh come on don’t be mad, were just havin a couple laughs. If you get mad Ill have to start over again and make you happy." She smirked.
"Were just having a coupla laughs thats all, ahehe."
“At my expense Aggghhhh!!”
She patted my leg smiling. “Now you know how I feel.”
She started removing my right ankle sock. I clenched my toes to try to keep it on which apparently never works. She felt me tugging against her and reached up to give my hip bones another quick tickle.
“Let go, come on let go,” She taunted as she squeezed my hips hard. My leg bucked trying to shake her and I lost my sock. She went over to the dresser and grabbed the q tip this time. She started to slowly glide the q tip in a circle on my right sole taunting “Goochie goo wittle boy.”
While the tickling was slow all I could think Is *Shit I’m ticklish here to? What the heck!? Where am I not ticklish!?* This couldn't be happening, how could i have a weakness this exploitable?
I felt the q tip strolling in circles around my sole teasingly. My foot started the avoidance dance, side to side bending, flexing scrunching, but it did no good. I avoided her grasp for a second but she always found her way back to my torment. Again I was caught off guard, my feet hadn’t been tickled since I was a kid, but again she put me in stitches.
“I cant hahahahahahaaa AHhh I cant Laugh anymore Stop! Please Ahahahahhahaaaa what the hell get off me! Whats Your Problemhahahahahahaaaa!”
Now I could then feel the Q tip slide up the sole of my foot and dip in between my toes. It felt like she was giving me a thorough cleaning. Slipping it between each toe and sliding it up and down from heel to toe. My foot flinched and quivered at every stroke, and my laughter got more constant as it continued.
“Mmm nice soft ticklish feet. Hehe bet you wish you could get your audience to laugh like this huh? I wonder if your friends know? Hmm, maybe i should tell them??”
The Q tip continued to probe my soles and, her mouth never stopped taunting me. She continued to catch me off guard and surprise me by switching back and forth between my left foot and right and sometimes doing both at the same time. I started to yell for mercy but she showed me none. She broke my will I just wanted to get out and stop laughing. Worn out aching and sweating like a dog, I never realized tickling could be such a workout.
“Ok ok a break a break you’ve earned it guy.”
In between pants again I plead my case for release but she would hear none of it.
“At least tickle me somewhere else huff who knew feet could be that ticklish??huff huff!” Apparently everyone knew but me.
“Ok fine no more feet tickling you’re off the hook…. But..”
She walked over to the dresser again and this time she grabbed the long stiff green feather again. Just looking at it gave me the chills and made my skin crawl in ticklee anticipation. She walked over and sat on top of me again. She stuck her hands behind her and tickled from my armpits, to my ribs, to my midsection and stopped at my boxers. Her tantalizing hands flew side to side flirting with my boxer line.
“Ohh your mind says no but your body says yes yes yes hehe.”
She said as she stared at my erection that had been growing this entire time. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why I was so turned on by this but I was. She dove her hands into my boxers like she was on a deep sea exploration. Immediately my back arched at the touches. I could feel her fingers scrambling around tickling my dick, crotch and balls. It wasn’t hard enough to make me belt laughing but it wasn’t light enough to keep me from laughing.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhheheheee….. Ohhhh… you shouldn’t ohhhhhh Heheheee.....Mmmmhahahahahaaa."
She suddenly yanked my boxers down to my ankles so that I was now completely nude, my erection standing loose like a flagpole. I felt the breeze in the room hit my privates but that wasn’t the worst of my worries. The feeling of her playing with me was overwhelming. The more she touched me the harder I got. Small moans escaped my mouth as my crotch fidgeted more and more.
She grabbed the feather now and started to stroke my balls with the feather slowly, vindictively. I burst into gut wrenching laughter again.
“AHHH GOODD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA AHAHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GONNA KILL ME GONNAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
I saw her look back at me out of the corner of her eye and smirk at my torment, her black hair concealing part of her face . I was not surprised about being ticklish here, we both knew that I was. Until now she couldn’t keep me still long enough to take advantage of it. I was so sensitive down there, and I never understood why, even before the big finish.
I made a powerful buck with my hips and almost threw her off me but she caught herself and remounted me. She sat closer to my hips this time to take away what little leverage I had.
“Nice try. I’m not going anywhere until I’m finished, tickle tickle your manhood hehe.”
She tickled me for what seemed like eternity and it pushed me into silent laughter. My mouth was wide open but no sound came out. It was actually somewhat painful, I could hardly breathe or laugh. All I could do was yank my arms and legs in and out of the restraints to no avail. This time my struggles were violent and almost feral. I wrenched and heaved my body as much as I could.
She switched up her position and started tickling my rod instead of my balls. She stroked the feather up and down my rock hard rod and stopped at the head. She circled it seductively around the head. My dick was so hard now it was swollen. The sexual tension was insane, at this rate I would need relief soon. She continued to stroke me up and down with the feather making me flinch and bounce.
Finally she stopped the tickling and started to jack me off and stroke me slowly. This was it! Thank God! She finally stopped the torture and was going to relieve me.
“Yeah this is what you want right?.................Just kidding hahaha.”
She stopped and grabbed the feather to give my balls another good tickling.
Again I overflowed with laughter, screaming bloody murder, all the while calling her cruel for refusing to relive me of my predicament.
After she had had her fill she stopped the tickling. I was breathing hard, sweating, and throbbing. She tickled me until my eyes teared up.
She grabbed me again and started to jack me off, I hoped for real this time. She started to pump me powerfully and vigorously until I shot off a huge load. It was an eruption of pleasure and emotion. It felt so good and was such a relief after all the torture and teasing she had put me through.
Afterwards she released me from my bonds and I lay on the bed exhausted without moving a muscle. I was weak, couldn’t move and I was still in the spread eagle position.
She crawled to my side again and ran her fingers down my stomach again. She forced a small grin out of me but I prayed she wouldn’t start again. My hand reacted on its own pushing her hands away since I couldn’t say no. She pulled herself close to me lying on my right arm and whispered in my ear.
“Now what are you never ever gonna do again baby?”
I could barely speak after being taken to my peak physically. I weakly muttered to her “…. Use you in a show… uhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
“Right” she responded confidently.
She got up turned the lights out and let me rest finally.
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