ticklishscribe
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Tickling Randi Randy…
Written by Ticklishscribe.
Inspired by Randi65tft
c. 2003.
As Randi raised her head and surveyed her situation, she saw her tight little body tied spread eagle and taught on her double bed and she writhed a little. Seeing Gordon at the foot of the bed with that evil look in his eyes she writhed a lot now and was beginning to rock the bed.
Her tight body gave away her short height and petite weight and Gordon wondered if she hadn't lost the tickle fight on purpose. At 5' 3" they were evenly matched in height, but he was slightly heavier than her and this had acted in his favour.
"I'll say it again; you look like actress Kate Jackson, one of Charlie's Angels."
She giggled, writhed a bit more and flexed herself to pull on the bonds that held her.
"Thank you. So where are my two angel friends to help me?"
He came up beside her and sat down, leaned forward and sensually kissed her on the lips. She squirmed a little and eagerly returned the kiss.
"Beats me where they are." He laughed evilly. "But if they do come they can help me."
Randi had met Gordon in the chat room of the Tickling Media Forum and they had hit it off immediately. One chat room chat and cyber tickle immediately led to chats and cyber tickles in Yahoo messenger and then on the phone long distance. She couldn't believe that she had so easily given him her phone number. This was the start of the phone cyber tickles and they had driven her wild. Those had led to him flying east to meet at her place and to letting him tie her down and give her a tickle. She couldn't believe as she lay on her bed, that she was letting a man she had only known for a short time, tie her and tickle her all over. She shivered at the thought of what was going to happen to her and squirmed on the bed.
"Relax Randi." He spoke quietly. "You're going to love this. In the end you'll be begging me for this."
His words made her jerk and she squirmed on the bed again.
As he lay beside her, he kissed her again and then straddled her. She quivered as he did this and the words "Oh God," came softly from her lips. He smiled and looked into her brown eyes, then leaned forward and again sensually kissed her. She kissed back and quivered more then jerked and squirmed a little.
"Shhhh." He whispered, putting a finger to her lips.
She stopped squirming and looked at him, then watched as he ran five fingers down the forearm of her mauve turtle-neck top, her eyes flitting back and from her arm to his face. Her body was still shivering and she could feel a tenseness starting. He sat back to look at her and he could feel her trembling body beneath him. He smiled and nestled his hands in her armpits and as he did so she jerked and so did the bed.
"I can hear your heart beating faster." He spoke softly. "Each beat a grain of the sands of time."
Her breath deepened then went shallow; she tightly closed her eyes and jerked at his words. Her heart pounded then fluttered then pounded again and she turned her head in the direction of his almost silent movement.
"You know, exercise pants are wonderful for allowing the inspection of lips. You don't have to remove them.
'OHGOD!' was he reading her mind?' She wondered that as a single finger slowly slithered between her legs, slowly slithering up her womanhood. "OH GOD! OHHH SHE-IIIIT!" Her body flinched, shivered and her head jerked from side to side as the meandering finger slowly went back down and then back up.
He continued the stroking and quietly laughed evilly. "I shall look forward to that." He whispered then got off the bed.
He leaned over her and she saw a black mask in his hand. She quivered even more and even squirmed a little as well. He then leaned forward, brushed his hand against her left cheek and then sensually kissed her on the lips again
"Time to go night, night Randi."
She drew a sharp, short breath and squirmed some more. "No please Gordon, I want to see a bit more."
As the mask covered her eyes, her breathing got heavier and faster and she squirmed again. She felt the mask on her face and felt the elastic strap at the back of her head.
Then the room went silent and she could hear the silence slowly pounding in her brain, slowly pounding like her heart, each beat a grain of the sands of time. The pounding got louder and louder and louder drowning out everything else in the room. And just when she felt that it would drive her out of her mind, it stopped and the room went silent again. She could hear whispers of movement and she knew he was moving somewhere in the room.
She felt him move and while she was blindfolded, she still followed him with her head. Her breathing was heavy again and she tugged slightly at the sashes.
His left hand slowly grasped the toe of her left canvas sneaker and her foot jerked at his touch. She took a short, sharp breath and mumbled something under her breath. He smiled and wriggled her foot and it jerked again. This time she tried to get it away from him, but the sash held it in place.
She could feel one hand holding her foot still and the other one toying with the lace of her sneaker. She knew the lace was coming undone and again tried to free her foot. She jerked again, feeling fingers between the sides of her sneaker and her foot then feeling a firm grip on the heel of the sneaker, and another firm grip on the toe of it. A sliding motion revealed that her sneaker was coming off and she again jerked her foot to get it away from him. She tried clenching her toes to keep the sneaker on but it was too loose on the foot for that to work. As it came over her heel he began to drag the top of the heel portion along her sock covered sole. This made her jump and she began writhing her foot. But the writhing only made the sneaker easier to remove and within moments it was totally off her foot.
He dropped it to the floor and it sounded like a gun going off. He smiled as her foot writhed once more and his left hand darted out to tweak her toes. This made her foot writhe even more and he had to bend the toes back to hold the foot still. Her foot still writhed in his grip and he smiled and wriggled it some more.
She jerked and gasped, feeling a single finger slowly slithering up her sock covered sole. When it reached her high arch, she gasped again, began breathing heavily once more and arched her back. Leaving the arch the finger then went to ball of the foot and then to the soft pad under the toes and into the toe joints. Her back continued to arch and her heavy breathing got faster and faster. The finger started slowly downward and followed the same path as it had come up. She held herself still for a moment then collapsed on the bed and began to giggle.
"Very nice, I shall do this again." And with that he did exactly that. Her foot writhed in his grip and she giggled further, but this time her soft laugh began to go longer. His finger ballet danced on the sole and figure skated its way all over her tender arch. From heel to toes he sensually teased the tender ticklish sole and she began to writhe again, making the bed rock even more. He delighted in her reactions and continued the sensual teasing of her hypersensitive sole. Her breathing was still heavy and her laughter still came forth. He could tell that she was trying everything not to really laugh, but that the teasing of her sole was wearing down her resistance.
"Resistance is futile." He whispered then quietly laughed evilly again. "My, my but we're ticklish with our sock on. I can just imagine how ticklish your bare foot is."
"NO GOD, PLEASE LEAVE MY SOCKS ON!" She barely spoke.
He laughed at her request, then moved over to the right foot and began removing that sneaker. Her foot flinched, but the firm grip he had on it kept it still. Within moments the other sneaker was off and as he dropped it to the floor she jumped again and arched her back once more.
"I hope that back of yours is supple, cause you're going to be doing a lot of that."
She felt his hand graze the tops of her sock covered toes and she scrunched them immediately. He grazed them again only slower this time, grabbed them and wriggled the foot. She drew a short sharp breath and her legs tensed and strained at the sashes holding them. The bed squeaked again as she writhed and he smiled at her reactions.
"You have such tense, sensitive little feet sweetheart, they will be fun to work with."
Fun to work with? She knew the fun part but what did he mean by work with? She felt him move again and she could feel him sitting beside her once more. The silence was again deafening and her head moved all over, trying to find a crack in the blindfold from which she could see at least something.
"You look hot Randi; I think I should remove your top and let you cool down." His fingertips caressed the waistband of her mauve t-shirt and he began pushing it up. She froze for a moment then began writhing, trying to sink into the mattress to keep her top on. This was to no avail and she felt cool air on her tummy and realized that he was uncovering her ribs now one rib at a time. She felt his hands graze her breasts and she continued writhing, trying desperately to keep her top on. But it moved easily up her chest and the cotton fibres tickled slightly as they stroked the sensitive skin.
"Such a love ribcage… I will have fun exploring that." He continued to push her top up, this time up over her breasts. He was surprised to find in the tickle fight that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he now leaned forward and blew softly on both nipples.
"I guess not wearing a bra sweetheart means you must have known what I was going to do."
"It was too hot to wear a bra today." She quietly explained. But she felt that he didn't believe her explanation for even one minute.
"I think the only thing that's hot right now are your nipples and a certain womanhood. Which makes me ask the question, could you be randy Randi?" He pinched her left nipple and she jerked and drew another short sharp breath.
"Oh yes… I knew it."
She could feel her perky nipples getting hard and feel her loins in turmoil. She was aroused and extremely sensitive right now and barely able to contain herself. The tickling was keeping her on edge and the blindfold was enhancing it. She could now feel her shirt bunching up under her arms and she realized that he was baring her armpits.
His fingers grazed her armpits and she jerked, arched her back and breathed heavily once more. He smiled again at her reactions and continued pushing the shirt up over her head and arms.
"You are so cute and cuddly." He said. "And oh so tickly too. I just love ticklish Teddy Bears. Especially when they have such soft, sensitive and wide open armpits like you've got."
She flinched as he did this and he again looked at her breasts and he saw that her nipples were even more erect that the last time he looked.
"OOOHHH, you are really aroused… I like this and I will make sure that you have a perfectly orgasmic time."
She breathed in sharply. He had used the word orgasm and it filled her with so many images. She jerked as her shirt came over her forearms and came to rest on her wrists. She jerked again, feeling a tongue teasing her left nipple and then her right. She felt his warm lips kissing and caressing her nipples and began to moan softly.
He stopped and smiled at her. "Tickly nipples huh, those are for later."
With that she felt fingers fluttering on her ribs, lightly digging in and rubbing from tips to back. The ballet dancing, figure skating, spider-tickling fingers were torture to her and the soft laughter returned
"You have a lovely laugh Randi, but we must up the volume on it." His fingers pressed a little more firmly into her ribs and the laughter got more intense and higher in volume. Her head went from side to side and she tried to arch her back, but with him being on top of her it was impossible. He stopped and then ran two fingers along the waistband of her pants, stroking her tummy. She froze, then thrashed and continued the soft long laughter. Leaning forward he blew a raspberry in her button and she writhed intensely under him. Delighted in her reaction he blew another longer one and she writhed once more.
She writhed even more intensely when she felt a finger stroking her between the legs again and up her womanhood.
"No, no, no…" Was all she could quietly breath.
The finger slithered up and down, teasing her lips through her pants almost searching for the tender bud below. She shivered and shook, feeling the orgasm building and boiling up inside of her. Would he take her to orgasm for real or let her build up for nothing. She really ached for it and she tried grinding her lions closer to his finger. Quietly she was begging for release, begging to cum, begging to be free of the boiling orgasmic torment. But he was pressing just enough to only tease, not make her cum. Her wrists and ankles strained in their bondage and the bed moved almost continuously.
Then he stopped fingering her, and she felt him get off. The silence was deafening once more and she intensely followed any sort of sound by turning her head in its direction. A finger quickly slithered up her left sock covered sole and she jerked her foot and writhed it all over.
"Oh you react exquisitely Randi, I'm so glad we have all day."
She jerked at his words, suddenly remembering that she did have all day with him. The bondage then became larger than life and enhanced her situation 100 percent.
Five fingers now spider tickled the sock covered sole and her entire body writhed and the long laughter returned. This was even worse than him teasing her womanhood. At least there she could have orgasm and release. Here there was no release, only continuous tickling. The fingers went from the heel to the toes of her soft, smooth, curvy foot, sensually cruising over the sole of the sock. She thrashed and continued the laughter, trying desperately to pull her foot away from his grip. Then he stopped and she felt like a bolt of lightning was going through her as he started to peel off her sock.
"No, no, no!" It was all she could do to breath once more and her foot writhed as the cotton slid up her sole.
He stopped, spider tickled her rounded heel and she writhed even more intensely.
"OH MYGOD!" Her voice was low. "STOP IT, YOU'RE TORTURING ME!"
"I know." He laughed as he said it, then he moved the sock up a bit more and spider tickled the bottom half of her arch.
She went wild in her bondage as this was pure torture and her tight body thrashed and writhed all over.
"GOD STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Then he began exposing the top half and began to lightly spider tickle the hypersensitive skin. His fingers would glide, ballet dance and pirouette over the soft arch, then dig in for the tender kill and rub and rev like crazy. The spasming arch delighted him no end and he tickled and teased it for all it was worth.
"Oh my god! Ahahahahahahahah Staaaaahp it! PLEASE! Ahahahahah You're driving me crazy!"
"Well I'm delight to hear that."
More laughter came from deep inside of her and he again delighted in her reactions. The sock was now bunched up around her toes and he was slowly tugging it off. With a final flick the sock was off and she wriggled and writhed her toes all over. He leaned forward, gently kissed the big toe and it spasmed then writhed all over.
"Such a silky, soft, hypersensitive sole; the kind that tickling dreams are made from." He spoke softly then spider tickled under the toes. This time she went ballistic and her feet violently writhed all over. Her breath was heavy, but also short and shallow and as she struggled to free her foot. He spider tickled again, only this time a little slower trying to get every ounce of reaction out of her.
Taking her sock he stretched it across her sole and began to slowly drag it back and forth across the hypersensitive skin. She arched her back again, froze, then fell back to the bed and thrashed and cackled. He had found a tickling tool, which was to his liking and he was making the most of it.
The soft cotton tickled like crazy and she continued to thrash and the laughter continued to flow.
"SHEEEEIT, that's driving me crazy!" Her head snapped from side to side and her body writhed all over.
"All the reason for me to continue my dear." He started dragging the sock across her sole faster and faster and her foot flailed about in all directions.
Her chest heaved, her entire body shivered and shook and one long squeak was now coming from the bed. Her head snapped from side to side and she tried desperately to keep the laughter in. But it came out in continuous guttural spurts. She could feel her hard nipples and almost bursting loins and she wanted to orgasm so bad. But that was being denied her, as the tickling was not enough to push her over the edge.
"Please! Please stop it! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA God you're too cruel for words. AHAHAHAHAHAHA Take me please I am begging you!"
"In time sweetheart, in time. First I have to see to your other foot." And with that he dug his right hand's fingers into the right sole and attacked the tender arch. His fingers again glided, ballet danced and pirouetted over the soft arch and then dug in for the tender kill.
She rocketed off the bed then fell back, thrashing and cackling again. Her laughter was getting louder and louder and the occasional scream was beginning to make it's appearance. He was delighting in her reactions and now continued the arch tickling using ten fingers. From heel to toes and back he went, especially making sure that her arch and the soft toe joints and pads got more than their fair share. Her foot violently jerked and writhed, trying to fine some chance of escape, some refuge where he couldn't tickle it.
He looked back at her and while she was blindfolded, he could imagine her eyes clenched tight, yet her trying to find even the slightest crack in the blindfold from which to see.
"What would happen if I tickled both your feet at once?"
"NOOO! Oh my God no! Please if you have any mercy, you wouldn't do that. AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"But first I need my pleasure chest."
'Pleasure chest?' the words pounded in her brain and she wondered exactly he meant by his pleasure chest. She heard the sound of something being set down on the bedside table and her head turned in its direction. She could hear the box being opened and she writhed, trying to break free of the bounds.
"Here we go… This should work well on your feet."
She felt a multitude of feathers stroking her left sole and realized that he was using a feather duster on her. Her foot jerked and then writhed all over, again seeking refuge. The duster effortlessly followed her spasming foot and the soft tendrils continued to tickle and torment the sole.
"No God no!" Then the long laughter came forth again. A new sensation invaded her brain and this drove her wild.
He stopped dusting and she heard him taking something else out of the box. The single stroke of a fine point paintbrush started her off again and she once more begged for release. He ignored her pleas by continuing in short stroking the arch and then bending her toes back, stroking under them.
"OH MY GOD NOOOO! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY! GODDAMMIT YOU'RE EVIL! AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHA"
He stopped and then she heard him take something else out of the box then heard a low monotone humming sound.
"Oh my God, that's not what I think it is? You wouldn't dare to be so cruel."
"And just what is so cruel about a few good vibrations? Hmmmmm?"
The massage vibrator touched the ball of her foot then cruised its way into the arch and she went wild again. He had to bend her toes back to keep the foot still as he vibrated and her foot spasmed at every turn.
"NO, NO, NO! GOD PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"
He laughed softly, stopped and let her rest a minute, then continued on the sock foot. The vibe was equally as fiendish on her sock foot as it did on her bare one and she writhed and thrashed as much as the bonds would let her.
"I'm glad we're enjoying this and want more."
"NO, GOD PLEASE, I TOLD YOU I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"
"Ahhhhh, and I've only just started." He went back to the bare foot, bent the toes back and vibed under them in the soft joints.
Instantly she again went volcanic with intense writhing and guttural to screaming laughter and it almost felt as if the bed was going to fall to pieces, it was shaking so badly. He had to grip her foot as hard as he could to stop it from writhing out of his grasp and even then it was still wild in his hand. Her guttural to screaming laughter went back to long laughter and her entire body was in constant spasmodic jerking movement. He could tell she was in wild ticklish abandon and he was thoroughly enjoying it.
Then he stopped with the vibrator, turned it off and put it down. Watching her writhing subside he slowly returned to her foot, only this time fiendishly spider tickling his fingers in her tender arch once more. This resulted in more volcanic writhing to constant spasmodic jerking with screaming to guttural laughter.
"I see someone who needs release."
"OH MY GOD YES… Please untie me."
He laughed. "I didn't say anything about untying you. I said you needed release." As he said this, he sat between her legs and single finger stroked her womanhood up and down. She immediately thrashed and cackled then started to moan. He stopped stroking her womanhood and began to untie her feet. Her legs immediately thrashed around and it was all he could do to pin them to the bed. He then straddled her legs and began pulling down her fleece exercise pants and panties, then got off her legs and pulled them down over knees. Now tugging at the pant cuffs, he began to remove them altogether.
She tried crossing her legs but the pants came off easily followed by the panties. She then managed to cross her legs, but a quick but firm tickle got her to uncross them immediately and he began tying them again. As hard as she tried to keep them together he was able to tie them wider apart. Then sitting beside her waist, he slowly ran a single finger up her tender lips once more. Once again her back arched and she jerked and breathed deeply but short.
"Well now, we do want it don't we."
His finger now traveled down the lips and back up again, going even slower this time. Her reaction was the same, only this time he could detect a bit of a moan coming from her as well.
"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO SADISTICALLY CRUEL! PLEASE STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!"
He laughed again. "And why should I do that when I am having so much fun."
Now using the paintbrush, he tormented her lips even further, even probing it between them to seek out the tender bud below. Still more moaning came from her and he knew that really getting off on this. To keep her on edge, his free hand sporadically spider tickled her ribs and she continued the spasmodic jerking.
"PLEASE GODDAMMIT STOP THIS!" Her pleas drifted off into fragmented laughter and she continued to shake the bed.
To add to this he gave her a couple of raspberries on her button for good measure and she went wild. Her whole body was now one massive tickle spot and it was now also becoming one massive G spot as well.
She heard the humming once more and realized that he had the vibrator in his hand again. She went wild as it touched her now highly sensitive lips. The sensual and torturous stroking of her lips and bud was bad enough, but the vibe was pure torture personified. Meandering and slithering its way up and down her lips and bud was driving her crazy and she began begging him for any sort of release. His reply was that she would only get release when he said so and that begging wouldn't do her any good.
Her entire body writhed from side to side and her mouth clenched shut tightly. But he could hear a moan coming from deep inside her. He could now see her trying to grind her womanhood against the vibrator and so he pulled it back so that it was just touching the lips. She was now getting the full torture from the vibrator but not being able to get off on it. This drove her nuts and she writhed even more.
"OH MY GOD! PLEASE LET ME CUM! Please give me my orgasm Goddammit! I'll do anything!"
"Hmmmmmm. Anything?" He laughed evilly and pressed the vibrator slightly into her, held it there for a few seconds then pulled it back.
"OH MY GOD NOOO, I NEED TO CUM SO BADLY! DON"T TAKE IT AWAY!"
He removed it altogether, now slowly stroking only her inner thighs with it, always stopping just short of her womanhood. He could practically see the orgasm building up inside of her and he watched as her loins violently shivered and shook. Then he stopped vibrating altogether and spider tickled her loins. She moaned loudly, shivered and shook and begged for release, promising him anything if only he would let her cum.
His fingers worked lightly, probing into the pulsating lips and teasing the tender bud below. He watched as her volcanic, spasming lips burst wide open, followed by a geyser of juices. She screamed as she orgasmed and his eyes were riveted on her womanhood. Her face was flushed and she shivered and shook even more.
"OH GOD!" she was exhausted, writhing and a river of love juices was flowing like Niagara Falls. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and warm to his touch. He stared at her feet now red with tickles and tweaked the big toes. Her toes reeled from his grasp and her feet flailed about.
"Still sensitive hmmmmm? How nice." He laughed, sat beside her and removed the blindfold.
Her laughter subsided almost immediately as she was practically breathless. Her writhing was still intense and she still moved the bed. "Oh my God, I wish you could teach my husband to do this to me."
He laughed again "I'd be delighted, and I hope he's a slow learner and needing lots of tutoring."
She shivered at that thought
He smiled and laughed evilly. "But now sweetheart, you are now going to help me try out a theory that I have heard about."
"What theory?" she asked nervously.
"That a woman is 100% more ticklish after an orgasm." And with that he calmly went to the foot of the bed, grabbed her left foot again and stroked the arch once more. She instantly squealed then went into fits of hysterical and guttural laughter and he knew the theory was right.
Written by Ticklishscribe.
Inspired by Randi65tft
c. 2003.
As Randi raised her head and surveyed her situation, she saw her tight little body tied spread eagle and taught on her double bed and she writhed a little. Seeing Gordon at the foot of the bed with that evil look in his eyes she writhed a lot now and was beginning to rock the bed.
Her tight body gave away her short height and petite weight and Gordon wondered if she hadn't lost the tickle fight on purpose. At 5' 3" they were evenly matched in height, but he was slightly heavier than her and this had acted in his favour.
"I'll say it again; you look like actress Kate Jackson, one of Charlie's Angels."
She giggled, writhed a bit more and flexed herself to pull on the bonds that held her.
"Thank you. So where are my two angel friends to help me?"
He came up beside her and sat down, leaned forward and sensually kissed her on the lips. She squirmed a little and eagerly returned the kiss.
"Beats me where they are." He laughed evilly. "But if they do come they can help me."
Randi had met Gordon in the chat room of the Tickling Media Forum and they had hit it off immediately. One chat room chat and cyber tickle immediately led to chats and cyber tickles in Yahoo messenger and then on the phone long distance. She couldn't believe that she had so easily given him her phone number. This was the start of the phone cyber tickles and they had driven her wild. Those had led to him flying east to meet at her place and to letting him tie her down and give her a tickle. She couldn't believe as she lay on her bed, that she was letting a man she had only known for a short time, tie her and tickle her all over. She shivered at the thought of what was going to happen to her and squirmed on the bed.
"Relax Randi." He spoke quietly. "You're going to love this. In the end you'll be begging me for this."
His words made her jerk and she squirmed on the bed again.
As he lay beside her, he kissed her again and then straddled her. She quivered as he did this and the words "Oh God," came softly from her lips. He smiled and looked into her brown eyes, then leaned forward and again sensually kissed her. She kissed back and quivered more then jerked and squirmed a little.
"Shhhh." He whispered, putting a finger to her lips.
She stopped squirming and looked at him, then watched as he ran five fingers down the forearm of her mauve turtle-neck top, her eyes flitting back and from her arm to his face. Her body was still shivering and she could feel a tenseness starting. He sat back to look at her and he could feel her trembling body beneath him. He smiled and nestled his hands in her armpits and as he did so she jerked and so did the bed.
"I can hear your heart beating faster." He spoke softly. "Each beat a grain of the sands of time."
Her breath deepened then went shallow; she tightly closed her eyes and jerked at his words. Her heart pounded then fluttered then pounded again and she turned her head in the direction of his almost silent movement.
"You know, exercise pants are wonderful for allowing the inspection of lips. You don't have to remove them.
'OHGOD!' was he reading her mind?' She wondered that as a single finger slowly slithered between her legs, slowly slithering up her womanhood. "OH GOD! OHHH SHE-IIIIT!" Her body flinched, shivered and her head jerked from side to side as the meandering finger slowly went back down and then back up.
He continued the stroking and quietly laughed evilly. "I shall look forward to that." He whispered then got off the bed.
He leaned over her and she saw a black mask in his hand. She quivered even more and even squirmed a little as well. He then leaned forward, brushed his hand against her left cheek and then sensually kissed her on the lips again
"Time to go night, night Randi."
She drew a sharp, short breath and squirmed some more. "No please Gordon, I want to see a bit more."
As the mask covered her eyes, her breathing got heavier and faster and she squirmed again. She felt the mask on her face and felt the elastic strap at the back of her head.
Then the room went silent and she could hear the silence slowly pounding in her brain, slowly pounding like her heart, each beat a grain of the sands of time. The pounding got louder and louder and louder drowning out everything else in the room. And just when she felt that it would drive her out of her mind, it stopped and the room went silent again. She could hear whispers of movement and she knew he was moving somewhere in the room.
She felt him move and while she was blindfolded, she still followed him with her head. Her breathing was heavy again and she tugged slightly at the sashes.
His left hand slowly grasped the toe of her left canvas sneaker and her foot jerked at his touch. She took a short, sharp breath and mumbled something under her breath. He smiled and wriggled her foot and it jerked again. This time she tried to get it away from him, but the sash held it in place.
She could feel one hand holding her foot still and the other one toying with the lace of her sneaker. She knew the lace was coming undone and again tried to free her foot. She jerked again, feeling fingers between the sides of her sneaker and her foot then feeling a firm grip on the heel of the sneaker, and another firm grip on the toe of it. A sliding motion revealed that her sneaker was coming off and she again jerked her foot to get it away from him. She tried clenching her toes to keep the sneaker on but it was too loose on the foot for that to work. As it came over her heel he began to drag the top of the heel portion along her sock covered sole. This made her jump and she began writhing her foot. But the writhing only made the sneaker easier to remove and within moments it was totally off her foot.
He dropped it to the floor and it sounded like a gun going off. He smiled as her foot writhed once more and his left hand darted out to tweak her toes. This made her foot writhe even more and he had to bend the toes back to hold the foot still. Her foot still writhed in his grip and he smiled and wriggled it some more.
She jerked and gasped, feeling a single finger slowly slithering up her sock covered sole. When it reached her high arch, she gasped again, began breathing heavily once more and arched her back. Leaving the arch the finger then went to ball of the foot and then to the soft pad under the toes and into the toe joints. Her back continued to arch and her heavy breathing got faster and faster. The finger started slowly downward and followed the same path as it had come up. She held herself still for a moment then collapsed on the bed and began to giggle.
"Very nice, I shall do this again." And with that he did exactly that. Her foot writhed in his grip and she giggled further, but this time her soft laugh began to go longer. His finger ballet danced on the sole and figure skated its way all over her tender arch. From heel to toes he sensually teased the tender ticklish sole and she began to writhe again, making the bed rock even more. He delighted in her reactions and continued the sensual teasing of her hypersensitive sole. Her breathing was still heavy and her laughter still came forth. He could tell that she was trying everything not to really laugh, but that the teasing of her sole was wearing down her resistance.
"Resistance is futile." He whispered then quietly laughed evilly again. "My, my but we're ticklish with our sock on. I can just imagine how ticklish your bare foot is."
"NO GOD, PLEASE LEAVE MY SOCKS ON!" She barely spoke.
He laughed at her request, then moved over to the right foot and began removing that sneaker. Her foot flinched, but the firm grip he had on it kept it still. Within moments the other sneaker was off and as he dropped it to the floor she jumped again and arched her back once more.
"I hope that back of yours is supple, cause you're going to be doing a lot of that."
She felt his hand graze the tops of her sock covered toes and she scrunched them immediately. He grazed them again only slower this time, grabbed them and wriggled the foot. She drew a short sharp breath and her legs tensed and strained at the sashes holding them. The bed squeaked again as she writhed and he smiled at her reactions.
"You have such tense, sensitive little feet sweetheart, they will be fun to work with."
Fun to work with? She knew the fun part but what did he mean by work with? She felt him move again and she could feel him sitting beside her once more. The silence was again deafening and her head moved all over, trying to find a crack in the blindfold from which she could see at least something.
"You look hot Randi; I think I should remove your top and let you cool down." His fingertips caressed the waistband of her mauve t-shirt and he began pushing it up. She froze for a moment then began writhing, trying to sink into the mattress to keep her top on. This was to no avail and she felt cool air on her tummy and realized that he was uncovering her ribs now one rib at a time. She felt his hands graze her breasts and she continued writhing, trying desperately to keep her top on. But it moved easily up her chest and the cotton fibres tickled slightly as they stroked the sensitive skin.
"Such a love ribcage… I will have fun exploring that." He continued to push her top up, this time up over her breasts. He was surprised to find in the tickle fight that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he now leaned forward and blew softly on both nipples.
"I guess not wearing a bra sweetheart means you must have known what I was going to do."
"It was too hot to wear a bra today." She quietly explained. But she felt that he didn't believe her explanation for even one minute.
"I think the only thing that's hot right now are your nipples and a certain womanhood. Which makes me ask the question, could you be randy Randi?" He pinched her left nipple and she jerked and drew another short sharp breath.
"Oh yes… I knew it."
She could feel her perky nipples getting hard and feel her loins in turmoil. She was aroused and extremely sensitive right now and barely able to contain herself. The tickling was keeping her on edge and the blindfold was enhancing it. She could now feel her shirt bunching up under her arms and she realized that he was baring her armpits.
His fingers grazed her armpits and she jerked, arched her back and breathed heavily once more. He smiled again at her reactions and continued pushing the shirt up over her head and arms.
"You are so cute and cuddly." He said. "And oh so tickly too. I just love ticklish Teddy Bears. Especially when they have such soft, sensitive and wide open armpits like you've got."
She flinched as he did this and he again looked at her breasts and he saw that her nipples were even more erect that the last time he looked.
"OOOHHH, you are really aroused… I like this and I will make sure that you have a perfectly orgasmic time."
She breathed in sharply. He had used the word orgasm and it filled her with so many images. She jerked as her shirt came over her forearms and came to rest on her wrists. She jerked again, feeling a tongue teasing her left nipple and then her right. She felt his warm lips kissing and caressing her nipples and began to moan softly.
He stopped and smiled at her. "Tickly nipples huh, those are for later."
With that she felt fingers fluttering on her ribs, lightly digging in and rubbing from tips to back. The ballet dancing, figure skating, spider-tickling fingers were torture to her and the soft laughter returned
"You have a lovely laugh Randi, but we must up the volume on it." His fingers pressed a little more firmly into her ribs and the laughter got more intense and higher in volume. Her head went from side to side and she tried to arch her back, but with him being on top of her it was impossible. He stopped and then ran two fingers along the waistband of her pants, stroking her tummy. She froze, then thrashed and continued the soft long laughter. Leaning forward he blew a raspberry in her button and she writhed intensely under him. Delighted in her reaction he blew another longer one and she writhed once more.
She writhed even more intensely when she felt a finger stroking her between the legs again and up her womanhood.
"No, no, no…" Was all she could quietly breath.
The finger slithered up and down, teasing her lips through her pants almost searching for the tender bud below. She shivered and shook, feeling the orgasm building and boiling up inside of her. Would he take her to orgasm for real or let her build up for nothing. She really ached for it and she tried grinding her lions closer to his finger. Quietly she was begging for release, begging to cum, begging to be free of the boiling orgasmic torment. But he was pressing just enough to only tease, not make her cum. Her wrists and ankles strained in their bondage and the bed moved almost continuously.
Then he stopped fingering her, and she felt him get off. The silence was deafening once more and she intensely followed any sort of sound by turning her head in its direction. A finger quickly slithered up her left sock covered sole and she jerked her foot and writhed it all over.
"Oh you react exquisitely Randi, I'm so glad we have all day."
She jerked at his words, suddenly remembering that she did have all day with him. The bondage then became larger than life and enhanced her situation 100 percent.
Five fingers now spider tickled the sock covered sole and her entire body writhed and the long laughter returned. This was even worse than him teasing her womanhood. At least there she could have orgasm and release. Here there was no release, only continuous tickling. The fingers went from the heel to the toes of her soft, smooth, curvy foot, sensually cruising over the sole of the sock. She thrashed and continued the laughter, trying desperately to pull her foot away from his grip. Then he stopped and she felt like a bolt of lightning was going through her as he started to peel off her sock.
"No, no, no!" It was all she could do to breath once more and her foot writhed as the cotton slid up her sole.
He stopped, spider tickled her rounded heel and she writhed even more intensely.
"OH MYGOD!" Her voice was low. "STOP IT, YOU'RE TORTURING ME!"
"I know." He laughed as he said it, then he moved the sock up a bit more and spider tickled the bottom half of her arch.
She went wild in her bondage as this was pure torture and her tight body thrashed and writhed all over.
"GOD STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Then he began exposing the top half and began to lightly spider tickle the hypersensitive skin. His fingers would glide, ballet dance and pirouette over the soft arch, then dig in for the tender kill and rub and rev like crazy. The spasming arch delighted him no end and he tickled and teased it for all it was worth.
"Oh my god! Ahahahahahahahah Staaaaahp it! PLEASE! Ahahahahah You're driving me crazy!"
"Well I'm delight to hear that."
More laughter came from deep inside of her and he again delighted in her reactions. The sock was now bunched up around her toes and he was slowly tugging it off. With a final flick the sock was off and she wriggled and writhed her toes all over. He leaned forward, gently kissed the big toe and it spasmed then writhed all over.
"Such a silky, soft, hypersensitive sole; the kind that tickling dreams are made from." He spoke softly then spider tickled under the toes. This time she went ballistic and her feet violently writhed all over. Her breath was heavy, but also short and shallow and as she struggled to free her foot. He spider tickled again, only this time a little slower trying to get every ounce of reaction out of her.
Taking her sock he stretched it across her sole and began to slowly drag it back and forth across the hypersensitive skin. She arched her back again, froze, then fell back to the bed and thrashed and cackled. He had found a tickling tool, which was to his liking and he was making the most of it.
The soft cotton tickled like crazy and she continued to thrash and the laughter continued to flow.
"SHEEEEIT, that's driving me crazy!" Her head snapped from side to side and her body writhed all over.
"All the reason for me to continue my dear." He started dragging the sock across her sole faster and faster and her foot flailed about in all directions.
Her chest heaved, her entire body shivered and shook and one long squeak was now coming from the bed. Her head snapped from side to side and she tried desperately to keep the laughter in. But it came out in continuous guttural spurts. She could feel her hard nipples and almost bursting loins and she wanted to orgasm so bad. But that was being denied her, as the tickling was not enough to push her over the edge.
"Please! Please stop it! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA God you're too cruel for words. AHAHAHAHAHAHA Take me please I am begging you!"
"In time sweetheart, in time. First I have to see to your other foot." And with that he dug his right hand's fingers into the right sole and attacked the tender arch. His fingers again glided, ballet danced and pirouetted over the soft arch and then dug in for the tender kill.
She rocketed off the bed then fell back, thrashing and cackling again. Her laughter was getting louder and louder and the occasional scream was beginning to make it's appearance. He was delighting in her reactions and now continued the arch tickling using ten fingers. From heel to toes and back he went, especially making sure that her arch and the soft toe joints and pads got more than their fair share. Her foot violently jerked and writhed, trying to fine some chance of escape, some refuge where he couldn't tickle it.
He looked back at her and while she was blindfolded, he could imagine her eyes clenched tight, yet her trying to find even the slightest crack in the blindfold from which to see.
"What would happen if I tickled both your feet at once?"
"NOOO! Oh my God no! Please if you have any mercy, you wouldn't do that. AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"But first I need my pleasure chest."
'Pleasure chest?' the words pounded in her brain and she wondered exactly he meant by his pleasure chest. She heard the sound of something being set down on the bedside table and her head turned in its direction. She could hear the box being opened and she writhed, trying to break free of the bounds.
"Here we go… This should work well on your feet."
She felt a multitude of feathers stroking her left sole and realized that he was using a feather duster on her. Her foot jerked and then writhed all over, again seeking refuge. The duster effortlessly followed her spasming foot and the soft tendrils continued to tickle and torment the sole.
"No God no!" Then the long laughter came forth again. A new sensation invaded her brain and this drove her wild.
He stopped dusting and she heard him taking something else out of the box. The single stroke of a fine point paintbrush started her off again and she once more begged for release. He ignored her pleas by continuing in short stroking the arch and then bending her toes back, stroking under them.
"OH MY GOD NOOOO! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY! GODDAMMIT YOU'RE EVIL! AHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHHA"
He stopped and then she heard him take something else out of the box then heard a low monotone humming sound.
"Oh my God, that's not what I think it is? You wouldn't dare to be so cruel."
"And just what is so cruel about a few good vibrations? Hmmmmm?"
The massage vibrator touched the ball of her foot then cruised its way into the arch and she went wild again. He had to bend her toes back to keep the foot still as he vibrated and her foot spasmed at every turn.
"NO, NO, NO! GOD PLEASE I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"
He laughed softly, stopped and let her rest a minute, then continued on the sock foot. The vibe was equally as fiendish on her sock foot as it did on her bare one and she writhed and thrashed as much as the bonds would let her.
"I'm glad we're enjoying this and want more."
"NO, GOD PLEASE, I TOLD YOU I CAN'T TAKE THIS!"
"Ahhhhh, and I've only just started." He went back to the bare foot, bent the toes back and vibed under them in the soft joints.
Instantly she again went volcanic with intense writhing and guttural to screaming laughter and it almost felt as if the bed was going to fall to pieces, it was shaking so badly. He had to grip her foot as hard as he could to stop it from writhing out of his grasp and even then it was still wild in his hand. Her guttural to screaming laughter went back to long laughter and her entire body was in constant spasmodic jerking movement. He could tell she was in wild ticklish abandon and he was thoroughly enjoying it.
Then he stopped with the vibrator, turned it off and put it down. Watching her writhing subside he slowly returned to her foot, only this time fiendishly spider tickling his fingers in her tender arch once more. This resulted in more volcanic writhing to constant spasmodic jerking with screaming to guttural laughter.
"I see someone who needs release."
"OH MY GOD YES… Please untie me."
He laughed. "I didn't say anything about untying you. I said you needed release." As he said this, he sat between her legs and single finger stroked her womanhood up and down. She immediately thrashed and cackled then started to moan. He stopped stroking her womanhood and began to untie her feet. Her legs immediately thrashed around and it was all he could do to pin them to the bed. He then straddled her legs and began pulling down her fleece exercise pants and panties, then got off her legs and pulled them down over knees. Now tugging at the pant cuffs, he began to remove them altogether.
She tried crossing her legs but the pants came off easily followed by the panties. She then managed to cross her legs, but a quick but firm tickle got her to uncross them immediately and he began tying them again. As hard as she tried to keep them together he was able to tie them wider apart. Then sitting beside her waist, he slowly ran a single finger up her tender lips once more. Once again her back arched and she jerked and breathed deeply but short.
"Well now, we do want it don't we."
His finger now traveled down the lips and back up again, going even slower this time. Her reaction was the same, only this time he could detect a bit of a moan coming from her as well.
"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE SO SADISTICALLY CRUEL! PLEASE STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!"
He laughed again. "And why should I do that when I am having so much fun."
Now using the paintbrush, he tormented her lips even further, even probing it between them to seek out the tender bud below. Still more moaning came from her and he knew that really getting off on this. To keep her on edge, his free hand sporadically spider tickled her ribs and she continued the spasmodic jerking.
"PLEASE GODDAMMIT STOP THIS!" Her pleas drifted off into fragmented laughter and she continued to shake the bed.
To add to this he gave her a couple of raspberries on her button for good measure and she went wild. Her whole body was now one massive tickle spot and it was now also becoming one massive G spot as well.
She heard the humming once more and realized that he had the vibrator in his hand again. She went wild as it touched her now highly sensitive lips. The sensual and torturous stroking of her lips and bud was bad enough, but the vibe was pure torture personified. Meandering and slithering its way up and down her lips and bud was driving her crazy and she began begging him for any sort of release. His reply was that she would only get release when he said so and that begging wouldn't do her any good.
Her entire body writhed from side to side and her mouth clenched shut tightly. But he could hear a moan coming from deep inside her. He could now see her trying to grind her womanhood against the vibrator and so he pulled it back so that it was just touching the lips. She was now getting the full torture from the vibrator but not being able to get off on it. This drove her nuts and she writhed even more.
"OH MY GOD! PLEASE LET ME CUM! Please give me my orgasm Goddammit! I'll do anything!"
"Hmmmmmm. Anything?" He laughed evilly and pressed the vibrator slightly into her, held it there for a few seconds then pulled it back.
"OH MY GOD NOOO, I NEED TO CUM SO BADLY! DON"T TAKE IT AWAY!"
He removed it altogether, now slowly stroking only her inner thighs with it, always stopping just short of her womanhood. He could practically see the orgasm building up inside of her and he watched as her loins violently shivered and shook. Then he stopped vibrating altogether and spider tickled her loins. She moaned loudly, shivered and shook and begged for release, promising him anything if only he would let her cum.
His fingers worked lightly, probing into the pulsating lips and teasing the tender bud below. He watched as her volcanic, spasming lips burst wide open, followed by a geyser of juices. She screamed as she orgasmed and his eyes were riveted on her womanhood. Her face was flushed and she shivered and shook even more.
"OH GOD!" she was exhausted, writhing and a river of love juices was flowing like Niagara Falls. Her entire body was glistening with sweat and warm to his touch. He stared at her feet now red with tickles and tweaked the big toes. Her toes reeled from his grasp and her feet flailed about.
"Still sensitive hmmmmm? How nice." He laughed, sat beside her and removed the blindfold.
Her laughter subsided almost immediately as she was practically breathless. Her writhing was still intense and she still moved the bed. "Oh my God, I wish you could teach my husband to do this to me."
He laughed again "I'd be delighted, and I hope he's a slow learner and needing lots of tutoring."
She shivered at that thought
He smiled and laughed evilly. "But now sweetheart, you are now going to help me try out a theory that I have heard about."
"What theory?" she asked nervously.
"That a woman is 100% more ticklish after an orgasm." And with that he calmly went to the foot of the bed, grabbed her left foot again and stroked the arch once more. She instantly squealed then went into fits of hysterical and guttural laughter and he knew the theory was right.
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