Dave2112
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(Author's Note: This recounting was written back in '03, although some of the perspective is present tense. - Dave)
I don't generally write stories about every tickling experience in my life, and I know that this has been my first in well over a year. Hell, even that one was about an incident from over ten years ago. However, there's no way that this little tryst can go unreported. I'm sitting here writing this while it's fresh in my mind, even though it happened last week, and I'm still having little flashes of "Did that really happen?" This was almost a year in the making from first inquiry to final stroke of the feather, and to be honest, I couldn't wait to tell you guys about it. (But to be really honest, I almost didn’t. But screw it…)
Once in a while you get to indulge your fetish in a way that is so close to a fictional account or a staged film that you simply have to share it. That being said, I must point something out. This was very close to many of the things you read in the fiction sections, so I hereby swear that everything you are about to read is 100% true, and nothing has been embellished. Only the name of the young lady in question has been changed.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "Come on, Dave! Get on with it! Please let me live vicariously through your fantastic life! You're my hero!"...
...Ok, that was an embellishment, but I promise it's the last one.
There's a bit of a backdrop to this story, so bear with me. Angela is a girl who works at the truck stop I manage at night, but she works the 3-11 shift. A few times a week, one of the second-shift people overlaps my shift 'til about midnight or 1 during the busy days. This gave Angie and I many occasions to talk about...things. Before she started working here, she was employed at the diner attached to another truck stop down the road, and she used to stop in to shoot the shit after her shift got done at 6 am. So, I've known her for quite some time.
A little bit about Angela. She's currently 19 and extremely tiny. Standing perhaps 5' 1" and weighing maybe an ounce over a hundred pounds, she's filled out nicely in places you don't expect from really small girls. Her face is almost painfully adorable, the kind of look they invented the word "cute" for. Very pixie-ish and almost elfin. There are times that I find myself checking her ears to see if they're actually pointed. She's not even remotely Oriental, but her eyes have that ever-so-slight little slant to them that only adds to the sylvan effect of her look. Her body is one of those that you'd off a family member to get your hands on. Unlike many small girls, she's perfectly proportioned, just tinier than most. While not huge in the chest department, her breasts are handful-sized little globes that have yet to give a millimeter of ground to the inevitable forces of gravity. If you put your hands around her tiny waist, you're only about six inches or so from being able to touch your fingertips together. (Ok, maybe a little more than that, but I have "piano fingers", so gimme a break.) The slacks she's chosen to wear for work are the smooth, black no-pockets-in-the-back type that show off the sweetest little ass you've ever laid your eyes upon. Angie's voice is like tingling little bells resounding over your eardrums. She's got quite a twisted sense of humor and tends to laugh a lot, often spurting out high-pitched little cackles that lead invariably to thought of forcing those squeals out of her...
Ok, so how did this all begin? As I said, she used to stop in in the morning for a cup of coffee and conversation when she worked at the diner, so the seeds were planted almost a year ago. Angela is a very open person about her sexuality and life in general, although mature beyond her years. We'd often get to talking about her current boyfriend, my current status with the fairer sex and a host of things along those lines. There was a conversation once where she was having trouble with a guy and said something along the lines of "If he thinks he's controlling me, he's out of his mind! I just want to have some fun, not get married yet." In my sly manner I commented that what she really needed was a hot, nasty affair with an older guy and she gave me a wink. We flirted like that a lot, both of us knowing it was just flirting.
It wasn't until she came to work for us that the conversations got really interesting.
One night she was scheduled to work until 1 am, but the night turned out to be utterly dead. The border crossing was holding a lot of drivers up for inspections, and very little traffic was coming through. The conversation invariably turned to things erotic. If you've ever asked how to get a girl into tickling, I can tell you that you're better off letting her lead the conversation...just steer it in the right direction from time to time. At one point while she was going on about some crazy thing she'd done, I commented that it was no big shock to me. "Sweetie, I'm into things you've probably never even heard of yet." Nothing like a challenge to a young ego to get the conversations flowing. It was when she mentioned having been tied to a futon with neckties that my Spidey-Sense started to tingle. Ok, she's done bondage and doesn't seem to mind. She's not adverse to playing around to try new things...how can I play this to my advantage? It was when the idea of videotaping things came up that I knew I had a potential winner here. Angie said that she and an old boyfriend had videotaped him tying her up. I slipped something into the conversation along the lines of "Why not make some money doing it?" I got her attention.
Over the next few nights, I grew more and more secure that she wouldn't freak out if I broached "The Subject" to her. But, I had to play it right. Besides, I had an idea I wanted to try.
"What would you think about trying something new?" I asked at one particularly opportune moment.
"Like what?" she asked, eyeing me cautiously.
"Oh, nothing gross or sexual. Just some bondage stuff. Interested? I can make you a few bucks. I know a guy who sells these sort of things and it could be fun."
It was then that we started talking seriously about making a video, although at that point she had no idea tickling was involved. I spoke with Jeff briefly about possibly making a video, and we agreed that I'd keep him updated as to what was happening. One of the important things was that I wanted to capture that initial surprise on video. That moment when a tied-up female realizes that you're going to tickle her. It's one thing to have a hot girl in bondage and then tickle her, it's quite another to see that moment of realization if she truly has not been told what was going to happen to her. So that was the plan.
It is here that I should note that the video idea fell through the floor for the time being. The preceding set of conversations was almost five months ago and, as they say, "Life got in the way." Angie started seeing some guy and lost interest for a while and I got really busy. The plans just never fell into place. But I kept remembering the real interest and curiosity she showed when I asked her if she wanted to try it first before taping anything. She never did figure out what the "special feature" was that I had planned for the video, I only told her she'd like it and that it wasn't anything bad. It was only a little before last week that another opportunity struck.
For whatever reason she had, Angela started making conversation about bondage again. I brought up our previous plan to "test-run" a video. She said that she had been thinking about it again, and was still curious as to what my "special plans" were.
Houston, we have lift-off.
There was a bit more involved in getting to this point, but by now you're probably ready to stop reading if I don't get to the friggin' action here, eh? Suffice it to say that there were a few more cat-and-mouse verbal excercizes and two or three more bushes to be beaten around...then we decided to give the video idea a test-run.
So, the day came (last Saturday) when Angela finally swished her sweet little butt through my door. She was wearing a pair of jeans that require paint thinner to remove, low riding....really low riding. A baby-doll t-shirt and the ever-so-popular exposed thong look completed the vision. After some chit-chat that I know you don't give a shit about, she took a look at the futon I had...collapsed out into full-sized bed mode.
"Where's the neckties?" she asked, in reference to our previous discussion.
"No neckties," I said, "I have something a little more appropriate."
I showed her the four padded cuffs. They fasten with wide Velcro, which was good, as I don't think they make buckles small enough for Angela.
"Ooohhh," she said, handling them, "these are nice. So, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought of starting the video with a quickie pre-bondage interview, but we can do that when the time comes to actually tape. My plan was to pan the camera over you...all tied up to yonder futon."
"So, how do you want me?" Angela asked. I could see that she was getting a bit apprehensive, but in a good way. As I said, she's pretty much all about having fun, as I probably couldn't have pulled this off with another girl.
"You know," I said, "the point of the tape is for people to check out your bod...feel like losing the shirt for now?" I decided not to push it with the jeans yet. They were so low-cut anyway that I could reach all the places I wanted to. No point starting things out with "Now strip", right?
Angela pulled the baby-doll over her head, as my perception of the world slowed down. I always thought she was a little cutie, but seeing that shirt peel up over that tiny body....dayum. At the point where she was stretched fully, my mind took a quick snapshot and I realized that no matter how the day turned out, it would be a fun one.
"Now," I said, "why don't you lie down, face-up and put your feet through the bars?"
She did so, poking her feet through the railing that made up one side of the futon's "arms". Her feet were about three feet apart, and I fastened the cuffs to her slim ankles. She was wearing low sneakers with ankle-socks, the kind with the little frilly shit around the ankles. They were going to be sooooo much fun to peel off later...
With some new clothesline I'd purchased, I tied her feet to the futon rails through the metal loops in the cuffs, her ankles right up tight to the rails. We made coy small-talk as I put the other cuffs on her wrists and used a short piece of rope to tie them together. Then I pulled her arms over her head and looped another piece of rope around the cuff-connecting rope and through the center bar of the futon's other set of rails.
"Comfy?" I asked as she wriggled around a bit, "Not too tight?"
"No, this is good....now what?" she asked with a mischevious look about her.
"Well, it is going to be a bondage video, so I'd like the first shot to show how cute you are when you're completely helpless," I said as I reached under the futon and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Tearing off a piece, I asked her "Do you mind?"
Knowing what I had in mind, she said "Do your worst!" in a melodramatic damsel-in-distress sort of way. I placed the strip of tape over her mouth. Now, I had a reason for this. I didn't plan on leaving her gagged for long, as I was dying to hear her pleas or laughter or whatever she'd produce...but the whole point here was to experience her utter helpless surprise. I sat down on the edge of the futon and mimicked panning a camera over her. Angela responded by mewing coyly into the tape-gag and mock-struggling. Hell, she could have struggled for real, the restraints weren’t giving an inch. It was here that I decided to spring the trap…before something else “sprung”. (Yeah, yeah, I know…bad pun, but do you wanna hear this or not?)
“Remember that little surprise I told you about?”
“Mmmm Hmmm.” She replied in a sweet little muffle.
“Well, like I said, it’s nothing gross or painful, just a little…annoying. You game?”
“MMMM HMMM!!” Girls can be so testy when they’re tied up, eh?
“I was wondering…” I said as I ran a finger down her arm very slowly, “what it would be like…”, starting to wriggle the finger a bit as the first hint of realization hit Angela, “to have you all tied up and helpless…” I think she figured it out here as she started to squirm, “and spend an hour or so tickling you!”
I wish to God I’d been taping the reaction. There was a cacophony of stuttering mumbles coming from behind the tape gag and those gorgeous eyes I told you about almost doubled in size. Words cannot do justice to the look of shock/horror/pleading that the tiny girl wore. She started struggling fiercely, but I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. My finger finally rested over her smooth bared armpit and tickled lightly as Angela wriggled and started to laugh. I let her watch me slowly bring the other one toward her other armpit and she started flinching before it even got there. The next moment or two are in a bit of a fog, as I was starting to get into this in a way I hadn’t expected. Angela was a friend of mine, but right now she was a highly desirable girl, half-naked and tied to my futon. Instinct took over.
Before I knew it, my hands were flying wildly over her exposed armpits, loving every moment of the feel of smooth, young skin squirming under my touch. Angela was thrashing left to right, giving me a great view of her arm muscles trying to pull down to no avail. You could actually see the strain she was putting against the bonds. I started drifting down over her ribs and along the sides of her small breasts and she responded wildly. I found something special in the sides of her breasts, they were very ticklish. I decided it was time to remove the gag, as the preview of the girlish giggles was teasing me to distraction.
“I fucking KNEW it!” she said as I pulled the tape off, “I KNEW you were going to tickle me!”
“Oh, really?” I asked, “And you let me do it anyway?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure and I was curious…” she adopted the cutest little face she uses when she’s trying to be adorable.
“So now you know. What do you think?”
“I think you’re not letting me go for awhile, are you?” she coyly asked.
“You think I’ve waited this long and went to these lengths to just let you go?” I said as I trailed my fingers down either side of her body, “You’re mine for the afternoon, sweetie!”
With that, I surprised her by digging into her ribs and moving quickly to her sides. Back and forth between her protruding ribcage and her tight belly and waist I tickled her. That sweet laugh I told you about became a beautiful symphony of hysterics when it was in response to insane tickling. Angela is the type of girl who lives for stimulus, so I skipped my usual “light-tickling” warm up and went to town. I was having way too much fun to give her a break just yet.
“My God, are you a ticklish little thing!” I teased as I played her body like an instrument. Watching this tiny girl struggle while I tickled her was a truly amazing sight, I only wish I had better words to describe it. Once my hands got down to her hips, I paused.
“I could use a little more room here,” I said as I toyed with the button on her jeans, “do you mind?”
“What difference does it make now?!?” she said sarcastically, with her signature cackle.
“None, I guess…ok, here go the jeans!”
I unbuttoned her jeans and let the zipper down. I peeled back the two parts, exposing all of her flat little tummy down to a very cute shiny black thong with a smiley face on it. I lightly tickled right over the thong on her lower belly with one hand while fluttering my fingers over her side and hip with the other. I could feel her trying to suck her belly in, but that wasn’t happening. Her laughter was a little different, but no less intense. There was a lot of teeth-clenching and trying not to laugh, but it didn’t last long. After tickling her like that for a few minutes, I quickly (before I thought twice about it) slid her jeans all the way over her hips and down as far as I could get them, given her position. I was initially planning on getting them all the way off at some point, but we were completely in the swing of things now, and didn’t want to take the time to untie her feet.
“Well, look who’s all tied up and nekkid!” I laughed, teasing her.
“And you’re gonna tickle me more, aintcha?” she squealed. I could see that while she wasn’t completely acclimated to the whole experience yet, she hadn’t said one word about wanting to be let go. God, I love the adventurous ones…
I had a field day on her lower belly and tight abs. This is one seriously tiny girl we’re talking about, so I couldn’t resist grabbing her waist with both hands and just tickling the shit out of her for a few. The squeals were insane and the thrashing was a sight to behold. I remember taking a single finger and tickling lightly along the top of her panty-line and getting a mixed reaction. Something between a tickled giggle and an “If you keep that up you better buy me dinner” sort of sound. We bantered back and forth while I tickled all over her squirming body, but we really got into it when I started randomely poking her in all the tight spots. She’d try to say something, I’d interrupt her with a poke, she’d try again and break into a laugh and get poked again. I finished off by doing a very fast series of tickle-pokes all over her body, never the same place twice. By the time the fingers were flying warp-speed, Angela was nothing more than a ball of forced laughter. I decided to give her a rest before the next part.
We talked for a bit, I loosened her arms for a few minutes so she could sit up, but kept her wrists tied together. This is getting to be a long story, so I’ll cut to the chase. Angela was having a great time, it was something she’d never done before. I used the “filming a video” angle on her again to do something I really wanted to do. I told her to again pretend we were shooting so I could see if she could act at all. I wanted her to beg me not to do what I was going to do. We both laughed uncontrollably at the stupidity of the situation when I grabbed her wrists and said “Action!” After we recovered, we tried it again. It went something like this:
I grabbed her wrists, pulling her back down to the futon on her back. Angela started mock-begging.
“No! Please don’t tie me up! PLEASE!” and then she gave a small show of struggling. The funny thing is, the harder I tried to press her down, the more she started to really struggle.
“Oh, you’re gonna give me a hard time, are you?” I teased and played along, “You’d better cooperate, or I’ll do something horrible to you!”
We continued to “struggle”, but it was no real work to pull Angela’s tiny arms down and over her head, re-attaching the lead rope and pinning her gorgeous body back into tight bondage.
“So, you’re going to give me trouble are you?” I played.
“Let me go, you freak!” she ad-libbed.
“I’d watch me mouth if I were you,” I said as I circled around to the foot of the futon, “or things could go very badly for you…”
“Oh no!” she shrieked as my hand landed on her shoe, “what are you going to do?!?”
“Oh, nothing serious…” I sneered as I unlaced the small shoe and slowly removed it.
“No PLEASE! Don’t tickle my feet! Jesus God don’t do that!” At this point, I wasn’t sure if she was still acting or if she really had feet that were that ticklish. I soon found out.
All pretense of fooling around disappeared when my fingers first stroked the smooth fabric of the exposed ankle-socks. The word “cute” doesn’t begin to describe how those tiny little feet looked wiggling around in those frilly ankle-socks. And the word “ticklish” doesn’t do much, either. Angela’s first scream almost shattered glass. I tormented her, tickling just a little at a time, getting one shriek out of her, then a giggle, then a belly laugh. Finally, I wanted to see those feet bare. And I wanted to take it to another level. This was becoming a full-fledged tickle-session. I placed my fingers on the frills and started to slowly peel the socks off.
“What are you doing, ya perv?” she asked between giggles.
“Ummm, let’s see” I replied, “I’m taking off your socks so I can tickle your feet! Any problem with that?”
“Yes! I don’t want AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!”
Angela erupted into laughter as I surprised her with a full ten finger foot tickling. Both feet were thrashing madly as the tickling went non-stop. I taunted her all the while, asking if she wanted me to stop.
“Y-Yes! HAAAHAAAHAA…ST-STOOPPP!!!”
“What do I get if I stop?” I asked, still tickling, changing up the pace from time to time.
“HAAAHAA…Wh-What do you WAA-aaa-nt?”
“Well, YOU, to begin with!” I joked as I pulled one set of toes back and poised my fingers over the helpless bare sole. That got her attention.
“You pig!” she teased. Even tied-up, Angela can have a daring attitude.
“WHAT?!?!” I yelled right back in mock horror, “What did you say?” Then I started slowly raking her taut sole.
“NOOO!!!!! OK, OK!!! FUCKME!!! HAAAHAAAIGGH!!!!”
“Now who’s the pig?” I teased, “Besides, we can do that later…right now I want you to do something else.” I continued the tickling, but switched to the other foot.
“WHAT?!? OH GODPLEASESTOOOOPP!!! HAAAHAAHEEHEEHAAANOOOOO!!!!”
“Tell me to tickle you somewhere else and I’ll stop tickling your feet!”
“You prick!” she squealed as her body bucked up and down on the futon. The foot tickling was really starting to get to her. You can tell the girls who have ticklish feet, and then you can tell the girls who have Ticklish Feet, y’know?
“Just beg me to tickle your body, and I won’t touch your feet again, I promise.” I knew she wasn’t going to hold out much longer getting her tied feet tickled, and I wasn’t letting up. My nails were mercilessly raking up and down her bare soles.
“Tickle my body! Please! HAAAHAAHAAHAAAA” she tried.
“Oh, that is so not good enough!” I replied as I went back to tickling both feet madly.
“PleasePleasePLEASE T-TICKLE ME HAAAHAAA SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!!”
“But, where, I wonder?” I continued to tease. (I was really getting off on the power trip here, folks…I can be a real prick when I’m in the Dom Zone…)
“JUST TICKLE MY FUCKING BODY, PLEEEEEEEEZE!!!!”
That was good enough for now. Rather than start teasing again, I simply said “Ok” and pounced! I lept onto the futon and straddled Angela’s thighs, pinning her down further. I pressed a finger down onto each side and started to make hard circles. The feel of the muscles contracting under her tight skin as she was getting tickled was indescribable. As more fingers were added and her sweet laughter hit ear-shattering levels, I decided I wasn’t done playing yet.
“Five minutes or an hour?” I asked as I tickled.
“Wh-WHAT?!? HAAHAAAAHAAAGODNOPLEASESTOOOPP!!!!”
“Do you want to be tickled hard for five minutes or for one hour? It WILL be one or the other!” I dug my hands into her ribs, sliding skin over bone and prodding every ticklish spot.
“F-Five MINUTES!!! AAIIGGHHH!!!!”
“Then ask for it, and convince me.”
“How?” she asked as I gave her the briefest of pauses to catch her breath.
“Easy, just convince me to tickle you, and you’ll get it for five minutes…otherwise the gag goes back on, and I’ll tickle you like this for an hour!” (I had no plans of actually doing that to her, but I knew Angela well. She was getting into it and liked to play.)
However, even I wasn’t prepared for what she did next. You really have to know Angela to fully appreciate the way she pulled this off, or the twisted little mind that was at work behind it all. I am utterly convinced that however we make it happen, I have to film this girl getting tickled so you can see what I’m talking about.
I backed away from the futon to give her a minute to “convince” me, and she totally went for it. She looked at me with those cute eyes and started to wriggle her body. “Don’t you want to tickle me?” she purred, “I’m all yours for five minutes….come on, please? Tickle me, and then you can do whatever you want…please?” She was giving it the whole pouty lip thing and the puppy-dog eyes. This girl really needs to be on film…
The sight of her squirming her tight body around would have been enough to convince me even if I’d been serious. I decided that she wasn’t the only one who could “play”. I slowly approached her with clenching fingers and said “Are you sure you want to be tickled?” She looked at me and said “Please?”
That was it.
The next five minutes were an endurance test for both of us. I kept checking her reactions to make sure she was ok, but she seemed fine. I can’t honestly say she “got off” on it, but she was at least having fun playing along, and she could certainly withstand a pretty decent amount of tickle-torture. This girl thrives on sensation, and she seemed to be liking the exploration of something new.
I started at her armpits and dug a finger into each hollow while she squealed. Drifting downward, I started counting ribs, and the hilarity of the cartoon-voice I used to do it with (ask some of the girls who were at SBG how weird that can be) got her laughing doubly hard. I quickly jumped on her thighs again and spent the last of the time assaulting her middle. Fingers fluttering over her pubic bone really got to her, but her hips were a true danger-zone. Tiny girls tend to be that way, and I took full advantage of it. Digging in, I started taunting her into saying she loved it and such. Finally, the five minutes were up.
I don’t want to get into a graphic account of what occurred next, but it was something we hadn’t planned. Hey, shit happens…and as long as it’s mutual, screw it, life’s short. It was a moment, and life is just a series of interconnected moments. This was a good one.
She had a few beers after, and I smoked a joint then we just talked about the whole thing. Angela remains a good friend, although the sex part did make things a little awkward for a few days. But, we’re both adventurous people and we got over it. No hearts broken, all is well and chalked up to life’s little experiences.
We have continued to talk from time to time about making a video, but she’s in a weird relationship-type place at the moment, so things may have to play out. If it ever happens, though…
…you’ll be the first to know.
I don't generally write stories about every tickling experience in my life, and I know that this has been my first in well over a year. Hell, even that one was about an incident from over ten years ago. However, there's no way that this little tryst can go unreported. I'm sitting here writing this while it's fresh in my mind, even though it happened last week, and I'm still having little flashes of "Did that really happen?" This was almost a year in the making from first inquiry to final stroke of the feather, and to be honest, I couldn't wait to tell you guys about it. (But to be really honest, I almost didn’t. But screw it…)
Once in a while you get to indulge your fetish in a way that is so close to a fictional account or a staged film that you simply have to share it. That being said, I must point something out. This was very close to many of the things you read in the fiction sections, so I hereby swear that everything you are about to read is 100% true, and nothing has been embellished. Only the name of the young lady in question has been changed.
Now, I know what you're thinking. "Come on, Dave! Get on with it! Please let me live vicariously through your fantastic life! You're my hero!"...
...Ok, that was an embellishment, but I promise it's the last one.
There's a bit of a backdrop to this story, so bear with me. Angela is a girl who works at the truck stop I manage at night, but she works the 3-11 shift. A few times a week, one of the second-shift people overlaps my shift 'til about midnight or 1 during the busy days. This gave Angie and I many occasions to talk about...things. Before she started working here, she was employed at the diner attached to another truck stop down the road, and she used to stop in to shoot the shit after her shift got done at 6 am. So, I've known her for quite some time.
A little bit about Angela. She's currently 19 and extremely tiny. Standing perhaps 5' 1" and weighing maybe an ounce over a hundred pounds, she's filled out nicely in places you don't expect from really small girls. Her face is almost painfully adorable, the kind of look they invented the word "cute" for. Very pixie-ish and almost elfin. There are times that I find myself checking her ears to see if they're actually pointed. She's not even remotely Oriental, but her eyes have that ever-so-slight little slant to them that only adds to the sylvan effect of her look. Her body is one of those that you'd off a family member to get your hands on. Unlike many small girls, she's perfectly proportioned, just tinier than most. While not huge in the chest department, her breasts are handful-sized little globes that have yet to give a millimeter of ground to the inevitable forces of gravity. If you put your hands around her tiny waist, you're only about six inches or so from being able to touch your fingertips together. (Ok, maybe a little more than that, but I have "piano fingers", so gimme a break.) The slacks she's chosen to wear for work are the smooth, black no-pockets-in-the-back type that show off the sweetest little ass you've ever laid your eyes upon. Angie's voice is like tingling little bells resounding over your eardrums. She's got quite a twisted sense of humor and tends to laugh a lot, often spurting out high-pitched little cackles that lead invariably to thought of forcing those squeals out of her...
Ok, so how did this all begin? As I said, she used to stop in in the morning for a cup of coffee and conversation when she worked at the diner, so the seeds were planted almost a year ago. Angela is a very open person about her sexuality and life in general, although mature beyond her years. We'd often get to talking about her current boyfriend, my current status with the fairer sex and a host of things along those lines. There was a conversation once where she was having trouble with a guy and said something along the lines of "If he thinks he's controlling me, he's out of his mind! I just want to have some fun, not get married yet." In my sly manner I commented that what she really needed was a hot, nasty affair with an older guy and she gave me a wink. We flirted like that a lot, both of us knowing it was just flirting.
It wasn't until she came to work for us that the conversations got really interesting.
One night she was scheduled to work until 1 am, but the night turned out to be utterly dead. The border crossing was holding a lot of drivers up for inspections, and very little traffic was coming through. The conversation invariably turned to things erotic. If you've ever asked how to get a girl into tickling, I can tell you that you're better off letting her lead the conversation...just steer it in the right direction from time to time. At one point while she was going on about some crazy thing she'd done, I commented that it was no big shock to me. "Sweetie, I'm into things you've probably never even heard of yet." Nothing like a challenge to a young ego to get the conversations flowing. It was when she mentioned having been tied to a futon with neckties that my Spidey-Sense started to tingle. Ok, she's done bondage and doesn't seem to mind. She's not adverse to playing around to try new things...how can I play this to my advantage? It was when the idea of videotaping things came up that I knew I had a potential winner here. Angie said that she and an old boyfriend had videotaped him tying her up. I slipped something into the conversation along the lines of "Why not make some money doing it?" I got her attention.
Over the next few nights, I grew more and more secure that she wouldn't freak out if I broached "The Subject" to her. But, I had to play it right. Besides, I had an idea I wanted to try.
"What would you think about trying something new?" I asked at one particularly opportune moment.
"Like what?" she asked, eyeing me cautiously.
"Oh, nothing gross or sexual. Just some bondage stuff. Interested? I can make you a few bucks. I know a guy who sells these sort of things and it could be fun."
It was then that we started talking seriously about making a video, although at that point she had no idea tickling was involved. I spoke with Jeff briefly about possibly making a video, and we agreed that I'd keep him updated as to what was happening. One of the important things was that I wanted to capture that initial surprise on video. That moment when a tied-up female realizes that you're going to tickle her. It's one thing to have a hot girl in bondage and then tickle her, it's quite another to see that moment of realization if she truly has not been told what was going to happen to her. So that was the plan.
It is here that I should note that the video idea fell through the floor for the time being. The preceding set of conversations was almost five months ago and, as they say, "Life got in the way." Angie started seeing some guy and lost interest for a while and I got really busy. The plans just never fell into place. But I kept remembering the real interest and curiosity she showed when I asked her if she wanted to try it first before taping anything. She never did figure out what the "special feature" was that I had planned for the video, I only told her she'd like it and that it wasn't anything bad. It was only a little before last week that another opportunity struck.
For whatever reason she had, Angela started making conversation about bondage again. I brought up our previous plan to "test-run" a video. She said that she had been thinking about it again, and was still curious as to what my "special plans" were.
Houston, we have lift-off.
There was a bit more involved in getting to this point, but by now you're probably ready to stop reading if I don't get to the friggin' action here, eh? Suffice it to say that there were a few more cat-and-mouse verbal excercizes and two or three more bushes to be beaten around...then we decided to give the video idea a test-run.
So, the day came (last Saturday) when Angela finally swished her sweet little butt through my door. She was wearing a pair of jeans that require paint thinner to remove, low riding....really low riding. A baby-doll t-shirt and the ever-so-popular exposed thong look completed the vision. After some chit-chat that I know you don't give a shit about, she took a look at the futon I had...collapsed out into full-sized bed mode.
"Where's the neckties?" she asked, in reference to our previous discussion.
"No neckties," I said, "I have something a little more appropriate."
I showed her the four padded cuffs. They fasten with wide Velcro, which was good, as I don't think they make buckles small enough for Angela.
"Ooohhh," she said, handling them, "these are nice. So, what do you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought of starting the video with a quickie pre-bondage interview, but we can do that when the time comes to actually tape. My plan was to pan the camera over you...all tied up to yonder futon."
"So, how do you want me?" Angela asked. I could see that she was getting a bit apprehensive, but in a good way. As I said, she's pretty much all about having fun, as I probably couldn't have pulled this off with another girl.
"You know," I said, "the point of the tape is for people to check out your bod...feel like losing the shirt for now?" I decided not to push it with the jeans yet. They were so low-cut anyway that I could reach all the places I wanted to. No point starting things out with "Now strip", right?
Angela pulled the baby-doll over her head, as my perception of the world slowed down. I always thought she was a little cutie, but seeing that shirt peel up over that tiny body....dayum. At the point where she was stretched fully, my mind took a quick snapshot and I realized that no matter how the day turned out, it would be a fun one.
"Now," I said, "why don't you lie down, face-up and put your feet through the bars?"
She did so, poking her feet through the railing that made up one side of the futon's "arms". Her feet were about three feet apart, and I fastened the cuffs to her slim ankles. She was wearing low sneakers with ankle-socks, the kind with the little frilly shit around the ankles. They were going to be sooooo much fun to peel off later...
With some new clothesline I'd purchased, I tied her feet to the futon rails through the metal loops in the cuffs, her ankles right up tight to the rails. We made coy small-talk as I put the other cuffs on her wrists and used a short piece of rope to tie them together. Then I pulled her arms over her head and looped another piece of rope around the cuff-connecting rope and through the center bar of the futon's other set of rails.
"Comfy?" I asked as she wriggled around a bit, "Not too tight?"
"No, this is good....now what?" she asked with a mischevious look about her.
"Well, it is going to be a bondage video, so I'd like the first shot to show how cute you are when you're completely helpless," I said as I reached under the futon and grabbed a roll of duct tape. Tearing off a piece, I asked her "Do you mind?"
Knowing what I had in mind, she said "Do your worst!" in a melodramatic damsel-in-distress sort of way. I placed the strip of tape over her mouth. Now, I had a reason for this. I didn't plan on leaving her gagged for long, as I was dying to hear her pleas or laughter or whatever she'd produce...but the whole point here was to experience her utter helpless surprise. I sat down on the edge of the futon and mimicked panning a camera over her. Angela responded by mewing coyly into the tape-gag and mock-struggling. Hell, she could have struggled for real, the restraints weren’t giving an inch. It was here that I decided to spring the trap…before something else “sprung”. (Yeah, yeah, I know…bad pun, but do you wanna hear this or not?)
“Remember that little surprise I told you about?”
“Mmmm Hmmm.” She replied in a sweet little muffle.
“Well, like I said, it’s nothing gross or painful, just a little…annoying. You game?”
“MMMM HMMM!!” Girls can be so testy when they’re tied up, eh?
“I was wondering…” I said as I ran a finger down her arm very slowly, “what it would be like…”, starting to wriggle the finger a bit as the first hint of realization hit Angela, “to have you all tied up and helpless…” I think she figured it out here as she started to squirm, “and spend an hour or so tickling you!”
I wish to God I’d been taping the reaction. There was a cacophony of stuttering mumbles coming from behind the tape gag and those gorgeous eyes I told you about almost doubled in size. Words cannot do justice to the look of shock/horror/pleading that the tiny girl wore. She started struggling fiercely, but I knew she wasn’t going anywhere. My finger finally rested over her smooth bared armpit and tickled lightly as Angela wriggled and started to laugh. I let her watch me slowly bring the other one toward her other armpit and she started flinching before it even got there. The next moment or two are in a bit of a fog, as I was starting to get into this in a way I hadn’t expected. Angela was a friend of mine, but right now she was a highly desirable girl, half-naked and tied to my futon. Instinct took over.
Before I knew it, my hands were flying wildly over her exposed armpits, loving every moment of the feel of smooth, young skin squirming under my touch. Angela was thrashing left to right, giving me a great view of her arm muscles trying to pull down to no avail. You could actually see the strain she was putting against the bonds. I started drifting down over her ribs and along the sides of her small breasts and she responded wildly. I found something special in the sides of her breasts, they were very ticklish. I decided it was time to remove the gag, as the preview of the girlish giggles was teasing me to distraction.
“I fucking KNEW it!” she said as I pulled the tape off, “I KNEW you were going to tickle me!”
“Oh, really?” I asked, “And you let me do it anyway?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure and I was curious…” she adopted the cutest little face she uses when she’s trying to be adorable.
“So now you know. What do you think?”
“I think you’re not letting me go for awhile, are you?” she coyly asked.
“You think I’ve waited this long and went to these lengths to just let you go?” I said as I trailed my fingers down either side of her body, “You’re mine for the afternoon, sweetie!”
With that, I surprised her by digging into her ribs and moving quickly to her sides. Back and forth between her protruding ribcage and her tight belly and waist I tickled her. That sweet laugh I told you about became a beautiful symphony of hysterics when it was in response to insane tickling. Angela is the type of girl who lives for stimulus, so I skipped my usual “light-tickling” warm up and went to town. I was having way too much fun to give her a break just yet.
“My God, are you a ticklish little thing!” I teased as I played her body like an instrument. Watching this tiny girl struggle while I tickled her was a truly amazing sight, I only wish I had better words to describe it. Once my hands got down to her hips, I paused.
“I could use a little more room here,” I said as I toyed with the button on her jeans, “do you mind?”
“What difference does it make now?!?” she said sarcastically, with her signature cackle.
“None, I guess…ok, here go the jeans!”
I unbuttoned her jeans and let the zipper down. I peeled back the two parts, exposing all of her flat little tummy down to a very cute shiny black thong with a smiley face on it. I lightly tickled right over the thong on her lower belly with one hand while fluttering my fingers over her side and hip with the other. I could feel her trying to suck her belly in, but that wasn’t happening. Her laughter was a little different, but no less intense. There was a lot of teeth-clenching and trying not to laugh, but it didn’t last long. After tickling her like that for a few minutes, I quickly (before I thought twice about it) slid her jeans all the way over her hips and down as far as I could get them, given her position. I was initially planning on getting them all the way off at some point, but we were completely in the swing of things now, and didn’t want to take the time to untie her feet.
“Well, look who’s all tied up and nekkid!” I laughed, teasing her.
“And you’re gonna tickle me more, aintcha?” she squealed. I could see that while she wasn’t completely acclimated to the whole experience yet, she hadn’t said one word about wanting to be let go. God, I love the adventurous ones…
I had a field day on her lower belly and tight abs. This is one seriously tiny girl we’re talking about, so I couldn’t resist grabbing her waist with both hands and just tickling the shit out of her for a few. The squeals were insane and the thrashing was a sight to behold. I remember taking a single finger and tickling lightly along the top of her panty-line and getting a mixed reaction. Something between a tickled giggle and an “If you keep that up you better buy me dinner” sort of sound. We bantered back and forth while I tickled all over her squirming body, but we really got into it when I started randomely poking her in all the tight spots. She’d try to say something, I’d interrupt her with a poke, she’d try again and break into a laugh and get poked again. I finished off by doing a very fast series of tickle-pokes all over her body, never the same place twice. By the time the fingers were flying warp-speed, Angela was nothing more than a ball of forced laughter. I decided to give her a rest before the next part.
We talked for a bit, I loosened her arms for a few minutes so she could sit up, but kept her wrists tied together. This is getting to be a long story, so I’ll cut to the chase. Angela was having a great time, it was something she’d never done before. I used the “filming a video” angle on her again to do something I really wanted to do. I told her to again pretend we were shooting so I could see if she could act at all. I wanted her to beg me not to do what I was going to do. We both laughed uncontrollably at the stupidity of the situation when I grabbed her wrists and said “Action!” After we recovered, we tried it again. It went something like this:
I grabbed her wrists, pulling her back down to the futon on her back. Angela started mock-begging.
“No! Please don’t tie me up! PLEASE!” and then she gave a small show of struggling. The funny thing is, the harder I tried to press her down, the more she started to really struggle.
“Oh, you’re gonna give me a hard time, are you?” I teased and played along, “You’d better cooperate, or I’ll do something horrible to you!”
We continued to “struggle”, but it was no real work to pull Angela’s tiny arms down and over her head, re-attaching the lead rope and pinning her gorgeous body back into tight bondage.
“So, you’re going to give me trouble are you?” I played.
“Let me go, you freak!” she ad-libbed.
“I’d watch me mouth if I were you,” I said as I circled around to the foot of the futon, “or things could go very badly for you…”
“Oh no!” she shrieked as my hand landed on her shoe, “what are you going to do?!?”
“Oh, nothing serious…” I sneered as I unlaced the small shoe and slowly removed it.
“No PLEASE! Don’t tickle my feet! Jesus God don’t do that!” At this point, I wasn’t sure if she was still acting or if she really had feet that were that ticklish. I soon found out.
All pretense of fooling around disappeared when my fingers first stroked the smooth fabric of the exposed ankle-socks. The word “cute” doesn’t begin to describe how those tiny little feet looked wiggling around in those frilly ankle-socks. And the word “ticklish” doesn’t do much, either. Angela’s first scream almost shattered glass. I tormented her, tickling just a little at a time, getting one shriek out of her, then a giggle, then a belly laugh. Finally, I wanted to see those feet bare. And I wanted to take it to another level. This was becoming a full-fledged tickle-session. I placed my fingers on the frills and started to slowly peel the socks off.
“What are you doing, ya perv?” she asked between giggles.
“Ummm, let’s see” I replied, “I’m taking off your socks so I can tickle your feet! Any problem with that?”
“Yes! I don’t want AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!”
Angela erupted into laughter as I surprised her with a full ten finger foot tickling. Both feet were thrashing madly as the tickling went non-stop. I taunted her all the while, asking if she wanted me to stop.
“Y-Yes! HAAAHAAAHAA…ST-STOOPPP!!!”
“What do I get if I stop?” I asked, still tickling, changing up the pace from time to time.
“HAAAHAA…Wh-What do you WAA-aaa-nt?”
“Well, YOU, to begin with!” I joked as I pulled one set of toes back and poised my fingers over the helpless bare sole. That got her attention.
“You pig!” she teased. Even tied-up, Angela can have a daring attitude.
“WHAT?!?!” I yelled right back in mock horror, “What did you say?” Then I started slowly raking her taut sole.
“NOOO!!!!! OK, OK!!! FUCKME!!! HAAAHAAAIGGH!!!!”
“Now who’s the pig?” I teased, “Besides, we can do that later…right now I want you to do something else.” I continued the tickling, but switched to the other foot.
“WHAT?!? OH GODPLEASESTOOOOPP!!! HAAAHAAHEEHEEHAAANOOOOO!!!!”
“Tell me to tickle you somewhere else and I’ll stop tickling your feet!”
“You prick!” she squealed as her body bucked up and down on the futon. The foot tickling was really starting to get to her. You can tell the girls who have ticklish feet, and then you can tell the girls who have Ticklish Feet, y’know?
“Just beg me to tickle your body, and I won’t touch your feet again, I promise.” I knew she wasn’t going to hold out much longer getting her tied feet tickled, and I wasn’t letting up. My nails were mercilessly raking up and down her bare soles.
“Tickle my body! Please! HAAAHAAHAAHAAAA” she tried.
“Oh, that is so not good enough!” I replied as I went back to tickling both feet madly.
“PleasePleasePLEASE T-TICKLE ME HAAAHAAA SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!!”
“But, where, I wonder?” I continued to tease. (I was really getting off on the power trip here, folks…I can be a real prick when I’m in the Dom Zone…)
“JUST TICKLE MY FUCKING BODY, PLEEEEEEEEZE!!!!”
That was good enough for now. Rather than start teasing again, I simply said “Ok” and pounced! I lept onto the futon and straddled Angela’s thighs, pinning her down further. I pressed a finger down onto each side and started to make hard circles. The feel of the muscles contracting under her tight skin as she was getting tickled was indescribable. As more fingers were added and her sweet laughter hit ear-shattering levels, I decided I wasn’t done playing yet.
“Five minutes or an hour?” I asked as I tickled.
“Wh-WHAT?!? HAAHAAAAHAAAGODNOPLEASESTOOOPP!!!!”
“Do you want to be tickled hard for five minutes or for one hour? It WILL be one or the other!” I dug my hands into her ribs, sliding skin over bone and prodding every ticklish spot.
“F-Five MINUTES!!! AAIIGGHHH!!!!”
“Then ask for it, and convince me.”
“How?” she asked as I gave her the briefest of pauses to catch her breath.
“Easy, just convince me to tickle you, and you’ll get it for five minutes…otherwise the gag goes back on, and I’ll tickle you like this for an hour!” (I had no plans of actually doing that to her, but I knew Angela well. She was getting into it and liked to play.)
However, even I wasn’t prepared for what she did next. You really have to know Angela to fully appreciate the way she pulled this off, or the twisted little mind that was at work behind it all. I am utterly convinced that however we make it happen, I have to film this girl getting tickled so you can see what I’m talking about.
I backed away from the futon to give her a minute to “convince” me, and she totally went for it. She looked at me with those cute eyes and started to wriggle her body. “Don’t you want to tickle me?” she purred, “I’m all yours for five minutes….come on, please? Tickle me, and then you can do whatever you want…please?” She was giving it the whole pouty lip thing and the puppy-dog eyes. This girl really needs to be on film…
The sight of her squirming her tight body around would have been enough to convince me even if I’d been serious. I decided that she wasn’t the only one who could “play”. I slowly approached her with clenching fingers and said “Are you sure you want to be tickled?” She looked at me and said “Please?”
That was it.
The next five minutes were an endurance test for both of us. I kept checking her reactions to make sure she was ok, but she seemed fine. I can’t honestly say she “got off” on it, but she was at least having fun playing along, and she could certainly withstand a pretty decent amount of tickle-torture. This girl thrives on sensation, and she seemed to be liking the exploration of something new.
I started at her armpits and dug a finger into each hollow while she squealed. Drifting downward, I started counting ribs, and the hilarity of the cartoon-voice I used to do it with (ask some of the girls who were at SBG how weird that can be) got her laughing doubly hard. I quickly jumped on her thighs again and spent the last of the time assaulting her middle. Fingers fluttering over her pubic bone really got to her, but her hips were a true danger-zone. Tiny girls tend to be that way, and I took full advantage of it. Digging in, I started taunting her into saying she loved it and such. Finally, the five minutes were up.
I don’t want to get into a graphic account of what occurred next, but it was something we hadn’t planned. Hey, shit happens…and as long as it’s mutual, screw it, life’s short. It was a moment, and life is just a series of interconnected moments. This was a good one.
She had a few beers after, and I smoked a joint then we just talked about the whole thing. Angela remains a good friend, although the sex part did make things a little awkward for a few days. But, we’re both adventurous people and we got over it. No hearts broken, all is well and chalked up to life’s little experiences.
We have continued to talk from time to time about making a video, but she’s in a weird relationship-type place at the moment, so things may have to play out. If it ever happens, though…
…you’ll be the first to know.
