TiCKleMaN87
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Heather and I had worked together for nearly two years and became good friends. One morning, we were talking about our siblings when she brought the fact that growing up with two older brothers, they had tickled her so much when she was a kid she was no longer ticklish. This was disappointing news as I had a tickle fetish and had often fantasized about tickling her.
A couple of weeks later, we were sitting in her office talking when she stretched her arms above her head to stretch her back. I decided to take a chance on disproving her revelation and began tickling her exposed ribs. She jumped and started to laugh as she brought her arms down.
“You lied.” I pointed out as I stopped tickling.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you weren’t ticklish anymore.” Another idea popped into my head. “I don’t like liars.” I said as I reach over and began tickling her again. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” I scratched at her sides making her burst into laughter.
“Stahahahap!” She giggled as she tried to push my hands away. I just found other spots along her sides and ribs to poke at to keep her in hysterics. I noticed some zip ties on her desk and used one to bind her hands behind the back of her chair, giving me more access to her ticklish spots. I then went back to squeezing her sides, making her jump up and down in her chair.
“Plehehehehse! No Mohohohohore!” She begged through non-stop laughter. My fingers then worked her way back up to her ribs momentarily before scooting their way up to her semi-exposed armpits.
“Nohohohohohohohoho!” She was extremely ticklish under her arms and began to alternate ticklish shrieks in between fits of laughter. I continued to rake my fingers across her sensitive armpits until she was laughing so hard it was silent, before heading back down to scratch at her ribs.
By now, she was beginning to sweat and tears were forming in her eyes, so I stopped tickling for a few moments.
“I hate you!” She said as she gasped for air.
“IS that so?” I said with an evil grin on my face. “I guess you want more then.” I said as I began to lightly tease her soft belly with my fingertips. The faster and harder I tickled, the more her laughter picked up again.
“Nohohohohohot again!” She laughed as my fingers moved back towards her sides again. As I dug in once again she jumped and bucked against the chair. Then I started to scratch the soft skin of her belly, making it dance under my fingers as she shook with laughter.
“Nahahahahat my tumehehehehehehe!” Her stomach seemed to be her most ticklish spot so far, especially as I got closer to her navel. I pinched and poked every inch of her tummy making her plead for mercy through non-stop waves of laughter. I decided to giver her armpits some more attention, making her shriek again as she tried with no avail to block her pits.
“Nohohohohohoho! stahahahahahahahap!” Her face was read again and tears poured down her cheeks as I my fingers scratched along her ribs and belly. I stopped again briefly to let her catch a breath before I snuck my fingers under her shirt to tease her bare sides. Her skin was warm and clammy as she was sweating. As I dug my fingers into her abs she arched her back and let out a near deafening scream before erupting into belly laughs.
I then alternated between squeezing her sides and spider tickling her belly before my index finger found her navel. It was a shallow innie and apparently, excruciatingly ticklish. As my finger scratched inside her belly button, she began to laugh silently as her stomach sucked in trying to evade my finger.
Finally, I decided she had had enough and I stopped tickling her. I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath before I cut the zip tie off of her wrists.
“You are one evil, sadistic SOB.” She said, however the smile on her face told me she was joking.
“I told I don’t like liars, and that they should be punished.” I joked.
“I honestly didn’t think I was ticklish.” She laughed. “But just you wait, you’ll get yours.”
A couple of weeks later, we were sitting in her office talking when she stretched her arms above her head to stretch her back. I decided to take a chance on disproving her revelation and began tickling her exposed ribs. She jumped and started to laugh as she brought her arms down.
“You lied.” I pointed out as I stopped tickling.
“What do you mean?”
“You said you weren’t ticklish anymore.” Another idea popped into my head. “I don’t like liars.” I said as I reach over and began tickling her again. “I’m gonna have to punish you.” I scratched at her sides making her burst into laughter.
“Stahahahap!” She giggled as she tried to push my hands away. I just found other spots along her sides and ribs to poke at to keep her in hysterics. I noticed some zip ties on her desk and used one to bind her hands behind the back of her chair, giving me more access to her ticklish spots. I then went back to squeezing her sides, making her jump up and down in her chair.
“Plehehehehse! No Mohohohohore!” She begged through non-stop laughter. My fingers then worked her way back up to her ribs momentarily before scooting their way up to her semi-exposed armpits.
“Nohohohohohohohoho!” She was extremely ticklish under her arms and began to alternate ticklish shrieks in between fits of laughter. I continued to rake my fingers across her sensitive armpits until she was laughing so hard it was silent, before heading back down to scratch at her ribs.
By now, she was beginning to sweat and tears were forming in her eyes, so I stopped tickling for a few moments.
“I hate you!” She said as she gasped for air.
“IS that so?” I said with an evil grin on my face. “I guess you want more then.” I said as I began to lightly tease her soft belly with my fingertips. The faster and harder I tickled, the more her laughter picked up again.
“Nohohohohohot again!” She laughed as my fingers moved back towards her sides again. As I dug in once again she jumped and bucked against the chair. Then I started to scratch the soft skin of her belly, making it dance under my fingers as she shook with laughter.
“Nahahahahat my tumehehehehehehe!” Her stomach seemed to be her most ticklish spot so far, especially as I got closer to her navel. I pinched and poked every inch of her tummy making her plead for mercy through non-stop waves of laughter. I decided to giver her armpits some more attention, making her shriek again as she tried with no avail to block her pits.
“Nohohohohohoho! stahahahahahahahap!” Her face was read again and tears poured down her cheeks as I my fingers scratched along her ribs and belly. I stopped again briefly to let her catch a breath before I snuck my fingers under her shirt to tease her bare sides. Her skin was warm and clammy as she was sweating. As I dug my fingers into her abs she arched her back and let out a near deafening scream before erupting into belly laughs.
I then alternated between squeezing her sides and spider tickling her belly before my index finger found her navel. It was a shallow innie and apparently, excruciatingly ticklish. As my finger scratched inside her belly button, she began to laugh silently as her stomach sucked in trying to evade my finger.
Finally, I decided she had had enough and I stopped tickling her. I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath before I cut the zip tie off of her wrists.
“You are one evil, sadistic SOB.” She said, however the smile on her face told me she was joking.
“I told I don’t like liars, and that they should be punished.” I joked.
“I honestly didn’t think I was ticklish.” She laughed. “But just you wait, you’ll get yours.”
