Real Life Retired Executive Tickle Session (40-60somethings; fm/multiple f)

[quinn65]

Not that I haven't been enjoying all your stories so far, but Lisa is closest to my own age and this is what I have been waiting for this whole night! I was honestly afraid that she was going to sit by the sidelines all night and not participate! I'm so happy she decided to jump in! This is what I have been waiting for!

Yeah I had to smile when you said that about Lisa earlier in the thread.

Spoiler alert: she's ticklish. 🙂

 

[BlueLine7045]

Yeah I had to smile when you said that about Lisa earlier in the thread.

Spoiler alert: she's ticklish. 🙂

Haha, I assumed she would be volunteering herself. The question is... how ticklish?

Also, idk if you elaborated, but perhaps when these stories are done or some time in the future, maybe you can put together a list of all the women from most ticklish to least ticklish or least to most.

They all sound pretty ticklish, but if you had to pick one who was the most and one who's the least, who would it be?

 

[foney]

Side note: who is the picture of in the tickle box as the example?

 

[quinn65]

Haha, I assumed she would be volunteering herself. The question is... how ticklish?

Also, idk if you elaborated, but perhaps when these stories are done or some time in the future, maybe you can put together a list of all the women from most ticklish to least ticklish or least to most.

They all sound pretty ticklish, but if you had to pick one who was the most and one who's the least, who would it be?

Great question; I've thought about it a lot in the last couple of weeks.

I had expected maybe 1 or 2 of them to kind of shrug it off, and was surprised at how ticklish they all were overall. I suspect it had something to do with the whole vibe of the evening; hanging with close friends, being a little tipsy, maybe feeling kinda sexy coming away from the passion party. Honestly for a couple of them there could have been some performance going on, but if so it got past me. My thought was that maybe no one wanted to be boring or disappointing to watch, so the less ticklish ones could have pushed it a little or dialed down their resistance. But

Nancy was easily the most ticklish. Average on the ribs in the few seconds I saw, but foot tickling completely wrecked her. I couldn't even bring myself to lotion up her feet for the backscratchers, and I really, really wanted to. Her reaction was 0% performance; in fact, I suspect she'd have loved to stare me down like a badass instead of laughing. But she couldn't. You could see her lose control as soon as the tickling started, and then it just took her over. Her feet got tickled moderately hard only three times for a few seconds each -- when Ellen first started during the hogtie, when Ellen safeworded her to lose the hogtie round, and then at the end when I safeworded her in the tickle box. Everything else was super light and the whole time she was either in an active panic or laughing like a maniac.

The great thing about Nancy is how formidable she is. When I first got there she was definitely squaring off and posturing, game face on, and it was easy to imagine her running the room in a divorce settlement negotiation or courtroom proceeding. She's one who obviously doesn't suffer fools or pull punches. So it's just fun to me that she has such hellishly ticklish feet.

My new dark fantasy is Nancy getting kidnapped and ruthlessly foot tickle tortured with no safeword by the spouse of an old client.

Probably Tracy was next, followed by Ellen. If you'd heard Tracy shriek during the hogtie you'd probably agree, and then she was very feather ticklish in the tiebreaker. Ellen was just a super hard laugher, nothing held back. If yoga gave her any kind of mental discipline, it certainly didn't help her endure tickling.

The next group down would be Sara, M, Carol, and Kristen. Sara was feisty and out of control, but she could endure a lot. Same with M, who is super ticklish once you break her, but has a lot of resistance. Carol was more of a fighter, although she did get laughing pretty hard just before she safeworded, and I still say that Kristen was at least as turned on as she was ticklish. She might have been laughing hard to cover up more embarrassing reactions.

Anne wasn't very ticklish. She was a great sport and a lot of fun to tie up, but I think she was laughing mostly because she was expected to.

For Lisa, you can judge for yourself as soon as I get her section together. Working on it... 🙂

 

[quinn65]

Side note: who is the picture of in the tickle box as the example?

That's M from an unpublished video. I chose the pic because -- especially with the animation effect -- it shows the tickle box mechanics really well.

 

[quinn65]

Man, this one is the second hardest section to write. Lisa's reaction to tickling deserves a better author.

I'm afraid what I lack in skill I need to make up for with time...her first 75 seconds getting tickled just took me most of two days to get right...all for about 250 words.

Respect to the story posters out there who do this all the time.

 

[AlexaBlissFan_m]

Super excited for Lisa’s part. Are you able to tell us what two celebrities she looks like? And I hope you do a foot look a like pic for her too. This will easily be my favorite part. Close to me in age.

 

[BlueLine7045]

Or he could talk her into doing some videos 😀

 

[quinn65]

Super excited for Lisa’s part. Are you able to tell us what two celebrities she looks like? And I hope you do a foot look a like pic for her too. This will easily be my favorite part. Close to me in age.

I can give you one: Zooey Deschanel



She's a pretty good foot match as well.

 

[quinn65]

Or he could talk her into doing some videos 😀

It'll be a long time, I think, before I miss doing videos. Feels good to be away from it, tbh.

 

[okdremur]

Man, you're killing us here with suspense waiting to hear about Lisa getting tickled.....

 

[quinn65]

Man, you're killing us here with suspense waiting to hear about Lisa getting tickled.....

Sorry, not intentional. Hit a busy patch at work and on top of that Laura got injured. When it rains, it pours.

She's on the mend and doing ok. I'm hoping to finish up the stories in the next week or so.

Also, Lisa was a blast to tickle and I want to be sure and do her part justice. 🙂

 

[robmic]

Oh no! Hope Laura is ok!

 

[quinn65]

Laura is on the mend and doing great -- thanks for the messages wishing her well. I have two sections to go on the story and I'm hoping to get them both posted this week and next. Sorry for the wait...

 

[FAIS]

Don't take much stress about it Quinn. All support us with you.

 

[phil605_ca]

WOW!

Laura is right on the mark, you're one lucky dog Quinn

Really looking forward to reading the rest of these, keep up the great work!

 

[TobiAndyBuddy]

Eta on the next chapter??

 

[quinn65]

Eta on the next chapter??

In about 20 minutes, as soon as I get it copied, pasted, and cleaned up. Sorry again for the long wait!

Laura's doing fine and continues to heal up well. Unfortunately for the story I've also had a huge project drop at work, but I'm hoping the writing for the epilogue after this next section will go pretty quickly. It's been long enough now that I even have some post-epilogue news. I'll get it all out here as fast as I can.

Best,
-Q.

 

[AlexaBlissFan_m]

Glad to hear Laura is doing well!

 

[quinn65]

vs.
Lookalike headshot and foot-type pic for Lisa; actual tickle box from an old LOL video

The room sounded with chants of “Liii-SA! Liii-SA! Liii-SA!” as the anxious but smiling Passion Party hostess climbed onto the couch. Ellen, after holding Nancy’s hand in the previous round, was now acting in the role of ‘tickle box assistant’ as she helped Lisa scoot into position.

Lisa rocked back on the couch behind the box, hugging her knees to her chest and looking at me with wide eyes. I smiled and made a small gesture toward the empty stocks. She looked at the box but seemed reluctant to let her knees go.

Sensing her hesitation, Ellen leaned in, placed a hand on Lisa’s shoulder, and gently asked, "Do you like to laugh?"

"I do!" Lisa replied. "But this is…"

"Ah-ah-ah…" Ellen interrupted. "Did you know laughing is really good for you?"

That didn’t do much for Lisa’s panicky look, but with a sigh she released her knees and extended her ankles toward me. An unsteady whine escaped the back of her throat as she began to process what was happening. She had just watched the formidable Nancy tickled out of her mind, and now it was her turn! But the “Liii-SA” chants and Ellen’s soft encouragement urged her on.

I guided Lisa’s feet under the toe bar and settled her ankles into the stocks. Ellen took it upon herself to slide the knee brace into place. “Wrists?” she prompted, and Lisa obediently laid them into the curved divots above her knees as she’d seen Nancy do. Ellen snugged the top section tight and set the locking pins, trapping Lisa’s wrists and lower body securely in place.

Lisa watched Ellen lock her into the box with rapt, wide-eyed attention, tracking her tormentor’s hands as each pin was set. Her hands writhed helplessly as she immediately tried to pull her wrists away, but of course there was zero give. Then she tried to move her trapped legs, but could just barely kick her feet at the ankles.

Her face took on a grim but very cute and determined expression as the reality of her predicament set in. She looked from me to Ellen and then out to the crowd, where she at least got some sympathetic laughs in return.

“Welcome to my world,” Nancy chimed in.

Lisa pulled and tugged some more. “Holy crap this thing is…it’s…” she looked back at me as if I’d done some kind of crazy table magic, and just shook her head. Her hands made a cute little shrug gesture.

Next I dropped the ankle stocks in place over her feet, which were, as you might suspect, quite pretty: probably size 8, shapely and well-cared for with dark red nail polish. They were even nicer than the lookalike picture I added above, softer and smoother, except that pic gets the shape just right.

I showed Lisa the string. “Toes?” she asked, and I nodded. She put her feet together.

As I snugged the string in place, she wriggled and yelped, forcing me to make several attempts. Definitely ticklish. I tried not to torment her too much as I wrapped her big toes together and then eased her feet back to tie them to the crossbar.

I’ve noticed over the years that the tickle box holds people differently; particularly below the ankles. Even with the double stocks locked tight and their big toes tied, some women can still twist their feet a bit and wiggle their other toes freely. Not so for Lisa, however. She struggled enthusiastically for several seconds once Ellen and I finished restraining her, but from my perch near the ankle stocks I noticed that despite her struggles, her feet remained still and her toes barely twitched. Whatever bone and tendon structure controls this phenomenon, Lisa seemed to come from the “can’t wiggle” camp.

“Oh my God, I can’t do anything,” Lisa observed as she twisted and pulled. She didn’t fit the box as snugly as Nancy; she was closer to Laura’s build. But regardless, the tickle box is surpassingly good at holding people of all sizes quite still.

As she’d done with Nancy, Ellen sat on the couch beside Lisa.

Lisa watched me as I settled in and organized my tools. “Let's start over,” I suggested. “I'll tickle her for about a minute-fifteen each with feathers, fingers, claws, and finally the buzzies.”

“Buzzies?” Lisa asked.

“That’s what my friends call these toothbrush chassis,” I explained, picking one up and flicking it on. A high-pitched whine set the bare wand humming where the toothbrush was supposed to be. A few surprised giggles and laughs came from the audience at the recently familiar sex toy sound, and Lisa’s look of shock was classic.

I’m only human; I laid the wand against her toes.

“EEEK!!! OKAY!!!” Lisa flinched and squealed to a round of giggles from the watchers.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself,” I apologized, turning off the buzz and grabbing some feathers. “Who’s doing the countdown?”

This time, spontaneously, several women in the crowd started counting down at once, more joining in as poor Lisa tensed and grimaced in the stocks: “THREE! TWO! ONE! TICKLE!!!”

As with Nancy, I placed the feathers just below Lisa’s toes and traced slow, lazy S’s down her soles with the tips. Her body flinched again and she squealed, but then the squeal resolved into a soft “MmmMMmm…” that made it sound like a sex toy from the other room was at work on her. “Ohhhh…okay, yeah,” she purred. “You can keep doing that.”

My kids used to say people eating dessert made “yummy noises.” Well, as the feathers stroked Lisa’s soles, she closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, and began making some serious yummy noises, interlaced with giggles.

I glanced at the crowd to find Laura watching me with a knowing smile, shaking her head. This was pure tickle porn, and she knew it.

Lisa’s feet and toes flexed softly as I traced her soles with the feathers. She shuddered and moaned when I reached her arches, and I looked up to see her forearm hairs standing on end as goosebumps dimpled her skin.

Her expression and vocalizations were getting…intense. Whether she was playing it up for the crowd or unable to help herself or a little of both, the whole vibe was overtly sexual. Some appreciative giggles from the audience joined Lisa’s own sounds of struggle and pleasure.

As the feathertips approached Lisa’s toes, her eyes popped open and she shot me an ominous warning look. Of course, there's nothing a tickler likes to see more than an ominous warning look, so I wasted no time poking and twirling the feathers between her toes.

They wiggled gently but didn’t clench as the feathers probed between them. Lisa rolled her shoulders and tucked her chin, now taking sharp, shallow breaths. She finally cried out with several high-pitched Ohs! and broke into helpless giggles, finally moving to soft laughter.

“A minute fifteen!” Reliable Sara had been ready with the stopwatch, and was keeping time.

Reluctantly, I dropped the feathers and began wiggling my fingertips against the balls of Lisa’s feet, tracing tickly lines back down toward her heels. It was immediately clear that tickling did more than arouse her.

Lisa’s eyes flew wide. “Oh! Oh! Oooooh!!!” Her sensuous expression was replaced by a look of imminent panic as she bounced in place and began to struggle in earnest. I kept tickling softly, toes on one side, arches on the other. “Ahhhh!! Ok, stop stop STOP!!!”

Now she was looking right at me, and beginning to grow panicky as my soft tickles grew more forceful. Adorably, she tried to shoo me away with her hands, and when that failed, she puffed her cheeks and started frantically trying to blow me away from her feet.

Finally, the laughter came back, this time harder. Someone in the audience said, “There she goes!” as Lisa threw back her head and gave in to the maddening sensations tormenting her feet. Knowing the claws were up next, I kept her laughing for several seconds but then backed off a little to let her breathe.

“Oh my God this is torture! How did you guys stand it?” she gasped once she found her voice.

“You’re doing great!” Ellen encouraged as some other watchers reminded her she was almost halfway through.

As if on cue, Sara called out “Two minutes thirty!”

I immediately grabbed the lotion, sluicing a generous goopy pile into my hands and rubbing it into Lisa’s soles. Looking back, I’d have to say this was close to my favorite moment tickling her. She caught a deep breath, bit her lip, closed her eyes, and tilted her head back with a moan that – to quote the Rolling Stones – could make a dead man come. Unable to resist, I kneaded my slippery thumbs harder into her soles, feeling my quick massage release tension from her flexors and drawing forth a helpless and orgasmic “Oh my fucking GOD!!!” that almost floored me. Delighted gasps and laughter floated from the watching crowd.

“I’ll have what she’s having!” Cheryl quipped to a big round of laughs as Lisa seemed to battle a sudden case of chills.

I had just over a minute left to tickle Lisa’s feet with the claws, so I didn’t waste any time. As I mentioned earlier, the lotion-claws combination is devastating even on women who don’t think they’re ticklish. It was about to work like a charm on Lisa.

We locked eyes as the claws touched her slippery soles, and her panic was immediate and complete. I traced her feet lightly for a few seconds while she laughed and begged.

“Ai!!! Oh God no! Hey no…stop…please please don’t no no no NO NOOO!!!” When I did finally dig in, there was no resistance.

Now she was laughing with abandon. Hips twisting, head thrashing, hands flailing, everything on her body locked into overdrive. The ladies in the audience called out encouragement: “You got it Lisa, don’t give in!”; “Come on, it’s not much longer!”

Ellen was just laughing along with her, seemingly still at Cheryl’s joke.

“Three minutes forty-five!”

She’d made it to the home stretch! Dropping the claws, I quickly grabbed a hand towel to swipe the excess lotion off her soles and my hands. Lisa stopped laughing and looked at me with some relief as I held the toothbrushes wands-up over the stocks and thumbed both on at once with a mechanical stereo wheeee!!!

Lisa’s expression snapped in an instant from a relieved smile to wide-eyed shock as the audience gasped, and she managed to cry out “Oh God NO!!!” just before the buzzing tips hit her arches.

Two loud screams pierced the room one after the other as the maddening wands began to nuzzle Lisa’s soles. But where the claws had driven her to laugh, now Lisa was moaning again. In a sing-songy voice, squirming as much as the stocks would allow, she began to beg. “Okaaaaay, you’ve gotta stooooop thaaaaat!!!” I moved the tips to her toes. “Come on!!! Ahhhh!!! Don’t…do…ahhh GOD!!!” As agonized as she sounded, Lisa’s feet and toes continued to only flex gently as I worked them over with the buzzy tips. We were back to giggling moans, just like with the feathers, but now amped up to a full-on X-rating. It honestly seemed like she was about to…

“FIVE MINUTES!!!”

I immediately pulled away as the room erupted in cheers. Ellen happily shook Lisa’s shoulders and then started to release the wrist stocks as I began freeing her toes. All the ladies pressed in to give Lisa back slaps and high fives as she finally rolled aside and stood up athletically from the couch, her face bright pink with…let’s call it exertion.

She bounced over and gave me a hug. “You are a mean bondage guy, but that was fun!” she chirped before spinning away into the crowd to bask in the glow of her new fans.

And so ended the best night of tickling I have ever been a part of, or will probably ever experience again.

Or maybe not. I didn’t realize it just then, but there were still more surprises to come…

Coming next...
PART XIII: THE AFTERGLOW

 

[beerbaron2]

Magnificent.

 

[irishtkl]

Ahh the one we'd all been waiting for....and it didn't disappoint!

 

[okdremur]

I wanna propose marriage to Lisa!! Damn, having a woman like that....

 

[quinn65]

The ladies broke into smaller bantering groups as the excitement from Lisa's session wound down. I saw Lisa talking to M and Laura as some of the others wandered back to the bar, or off to the bathroom, or over to the walkout sliders to gaze into the dark toward the lake.

I chatted with Ellen for a few minutes and then started to straighten up as she wandered off. Laura came by and told me she was going upstairs with M to get Lisa settled and stoke the fire on the deck. I loaded all the tools in the tickle box and headed back to the game table where I'd stashed its carry bag.

It was there that I found Nancy talking to Tracy and Carol. They paused as I approached, and then stepped aside to include me in the group.

"Have fun?" Nancy asked. They were all smiling as if they had, at least.

Smiling back, I nodded. "You all were great. This group has some amazing chemistry."

They all nodded. We made a little small talk about how tonight had compared to past sessions or shoots, and I assured them nothing had ever gone better, or likely ever would. As we spoke, Ellen strolled over as well.

"So," Nancy finally asked. "When's your turn?"

"Excuse me?"

"You can't seriously expect to just walk out of here," she said, her somewhat teasing tone tempered by a lawyerly game face.

Tracy looked meaningfully at the cot with its medical restraints, and then regarded me speculatively.

I looked at all four ladies and shrugged. "Unfortunately, my employer didn't negotiate this beforehand," I countered. "I'm afraid that service costs ten thousand dollars."

"Done," Nancy said without blinking.

This brought on another friendly but challenging eye-lock. Ellen and Carol leaned back to watch and listen; Tracy knelt and started working the clasps on the restraint cuffs.

"Listen," I finally said. "There's maybe about a three percent chance you're not bullshitting me, so here's the truth. I'm not saying that what you're suggesting has never happened; it has. In fact it was with a bunch of old friends at a video shoot, and it started out pretty much like this." I didn't mention there was no $10,000 offer on the table, kidding or otherwise. "So I went along, and while it's not my thing to be on the receiving end, I'll even admit it was kind of fun. But Laura wasn't there, and later, when I told her, I could see it upset her."

"Oh, I imagine we could get Laura in on it," suggested Ellen.

"Maybe so," I admitted. "But here's how I think about that. If the situation were flipped, and Laura had just tickled a bunch of my guy friends, and then they all wanted to tickle her as an encore, I know for a fact it would bug me a little."

"Fair enough," Nancy conceded. "But..."

"Hold on," I said. "Here's the thing. If in that situation the guys came and asked permission, it might put me in a tight spot. Do I say yes and let it bother me? Or do I say no and risk disappointing my incredible new friends who just took me into their Support Group?"

Nancy gave it a thought.

"My call, in the situation as it stands," I finished, "would be to not put her in that spot."

Ellen thought for half a beat and then tilted her head toward Nancy. "He's right."

You gotta love empaths.

Nancy thought a bit and then nodded. "Are you actually a nice guy," she asked, "or are you smart enough to have thought that up on the spot?"

"For you to find that out," I said, "we'd have to become pretty good friends."

That got some smiles. "Maybe we will," offered Nancy. "But I'm never getting in that goddamn box again."

I nodded. "That's a deal."

"And if we do become friends, you're not off the hook." She put a little menace into it.

"Fair enough."

We talked some more, and after a bit, they headed upstairs.

*****

I was the last to leave the basement some time later, after straightening the room a bit. I knew Laura and I would have time to pack up tomorrow, but I didn't want to get in the way of whatever other adventures the ladies might have planned. Finally I shrugged back into my jacket and headed upstairs.

No one was in the living room, but I saw some shadows and the flicker of a fire out on the deck. After finding a glass in the kitchen and pouring a few fingers of Bushmills, I went out to join them.

Casual evening wear had been largely replaced by pajamas and comfy sweats among the ladies sitting around the fire, including Lisa, who sat snuggled between Cheryl and Greta in an oversized Harvard hooded sweatshirt, borrowed pajama bottoms, and wool socks. As I squatted to poke the fire, I was greeted by a round of hellos and a few raised glasses.

"Everyone doing ok?" I asked, to some nods and murmurs of assent. Laura had saved me a space next to her, so I went and sat contentedly with my wife.

"I'm actually a little buzzed," Nancy said. "And honestly I haven't had that much to drink."

"It's a tickle buzz," I explained. "When you're tickled like that, you get a rush of endorphins. Add some hyperventilating, and you get a little high."

"How many women have you talked into getting tickled with that line of BS?" asked Nancy to chuckles all around.

"More than a few," I admitted.

"Well I've got one too," Ellen chimed in, and Carol was nodding as well. My evidence was piling up in case Nancy was in the mood to debate.

But instead, we all fell into that quiet sort of conversation that mostly happens with good groups of old and new friends around warm fires out by the woods close to midnight. It was shaping up to be the perfect end to a perfect evening.

When I eventually finished my whiskey, I stood and asked around before going in for a refill.

Ellen, Cheryl, and Lisa came inside with me, with Ellen and Cheryl heading deeper into the house toward bathrooms, I suspected. Lisa paused in the kitchen with me to ladle what smelled like hot chocolate into her mug. She held the steaming mug to her chin with both hands and inhaled.

"You know," she said, turning and leaning a hip on the counter. "I made more money tonight than I normally make in four parties. Maybe five."

"Seriously?" I said. "That's great! I imagine it doesn't hurt that M and her friends are filthy rich."

"Not one bit," she agreed. "But I've done rich parties before. They weren't like this. The difference was your game, and the gift bags, and the certificates."

"Mmmm. Well, I'm glad it helped. M should give you that fifth gift bag for your turn in the box."

Lisa smiled. "She already did!" She was hesitating now, sipping her chocolate as I swirled my booze and waited. Finally, she continued. "So I guess my question is, would you do it again? I mean, if I found a group that was willing?"

I raised my eyebrows. "You mean like a Passion Party, tickle game partnership?"

Lisa nodded. "Exactly!"

"Well, it definitely sounds fun," I said. "But I'd have to talk it out with Laura first."

She cocked her head. "Laura?"

I held up my left hand, with the ring. "My wife."

Something clicked for her. "Ahhhhhhh, that makes sense! I knew you were M's friend, but now I get it." She looked out at the ladies on the deck and then back at me. "Cool wife."

"The coolest," I agreed. "I'm a very lucky guy."

"Well ok then, if she agreed?"

"Tell you what," I offered. "If you think you find the right group and want to put it out there, call M. I'll talk to Laura, and we'll let her know. If the stars line up again, I'm happy to give it a shot."

"Why not just give me your number?" she asked.

I had no reason to lie. "Because I saw Laura watching me looking at you, and it probably wouldn't be cool for me to do that without talking to her first."

She flashed me a look and said, "Ahhhh, ok. Good guy points for you."

"Yeah, maybe. I just love her a lot. She's way out of my league, and as you pointed out, very cool."

Lisa smiled. "Well great, we have a deal then! Uh, what do you charge?"

"Usually $100 non-refundable for a paid session."

"Don't want 'em getting cold feet," she observed with a wink, making me like her even more. "But seriously, that's all?"

"Yep, but for you? I'm thinking a 50% discount."

"I didn't think you did this for a living."

"More like a hobby."

"All the better then," she said, "for a poor starving sex toy salesgirl."

About then, Cheryl drifted back into the kitchen. "Do NOT," she said gravely, waving back at the bathroom, "go in there."

We cracked up as she returned to the deck.

I normally don't put ice in my whiskey, but I fished a cube out of the freezer now and dropped it in my glass to stall. Lisa looked like she wanted to keep talking.

"A hobby," she repeated. "Earlier you said 'some guys fish, some guys fix cars, I tie up women.' Do you do this a lot?"

I explained to her that I used to, but far less these days, and never before for a group this big. We talked a little about my history doing private and couple's sessions, and even got into cuckolding as a related fetish.

"So I guess you've done more than tickling."

I shrugged.

"You mean..." she touched one hand below her belly.

I nodded. "Some of that, some impact stuff like spanking, and then of course the tickling. Always some kind of bondage."

"I'll say it again, what an interesting life you lead." It was Ellen. Lisa and I both jumped as she stepped in and leaned against the kitchen door, looking at me. "So you were saying you do sessions, like a masseur?"

"Kind of like that, I guess," I replied. "Just with more rope and yelling."

They laughed. "Well if you ever want to expand your client base," Ellen offered, "I only know about thirty uptight, horny, and lonely old ladies who'd take you right up on it!"

"What, your yoga class?" I asked.

She smiled. "A kinkier bunch of old broads never saluted the sun."

Now it was our turn to laugh. "I could come in for a bondage class," I joked.

Ellen's eyes went wide. "Oh God," she said. "They'd follow you around like lost puppies!"

"So tell me," I teased, looking at Ellen. "Was this your first time being tied up?"

"The very first," she said. "I've always been curious. And it was a blast! That's how I know my friends would love it."

I shifted my gaze to Lisa. "And you?"

She looked prettily at the ceiling. "Ummmmm..."

"Ok, spill it," Ellen prompted.

"Just once," Lisa admitted. "I was in college, and my roommate was like this goth cheerleader, if you can picture that. She could dress up like little miss homecoming queen, but also go really dark and edgy. Very into bondage, usually with older guys. She'd meet them through a local kink club."

Ellen asked, "And is that where..."

"Oh God no," Lisa laughed. "I'd just listen to her stories after. We were actually pretty good friends."

I hiked myself up on the counter to sit. "Ok, I'm hooked," I said. "So what's your story?"

"Well, she's actually the one who tied me up," Lisa confessed. "We were in our dorm, things were slow, and she'd just told me a story about getting tied up by some guy. I was asking a million questions, and finally she just said, "Lay on your bed, I'll show you."

Ellen shot me a look; I know I was smiling.

Lisa continued. "So we locked the door, and she tied my wrists and ankles to the corners of my bed."

"Naked," I finished.

Lisa flashed a smile. "No, you pervert, I was in pajamas. But if it makes you happy, I did have to give her a kiss to get out."

Ellen gave that a "Wooohhh!" and we both applauded. "Best story ever," I said. It took a minute for Lisa's blush to fade.

We all went out to the deck then to wind down with the others.

*****

After sleeping (some) in one of the queen sized bunk beds, Laura and I woke up early to straighten up and pack the next day. Then, with hugs all around -- I even got one from Nancy -- we headed home after breakfast.

Laura drove the truck so I could brain-dump everything that happened on a notepad longhand, while the memories were still fresh. I filled up five packed pages, sitting next to me now as I type.

I'd say Laura is officially in the Support Group now. She's certainly in their chat, spending more time thumbing away at her phone and laughing than before. I don't get many updates, but she says the next gathering is in the spring.

Laura's planning to go, but I'm not expecting an invitation.

M told me later that all day Sunday, after we left, they talked about how much fun the demo was, reliving the moments and the laughs. Apparently at some point Greta got a little too haughty about avoiding a tickle, and was ambushed, wrestled down, and tickle tortured on her fold-out bed. They made her say butterfly, and M said it was pretty easy -- she was insanely ticklish and screamed to high heaven. Sorry I missed it, but maybe now we know why she chickened out.

M doesn't anticipate a repeat tickle session with the Support Group, and after how well the evening turned out, I don't think I'd want one. Why mess with a perfect memory?

But if Lisa ever reaches out, M knows to tell her I'm good to go. Laura was cool with it, and she's also on board if anything ever develops with Ellen's yoga buddies.

I really am a very lucky guy.

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[C4urself85]

That sir, sounds like the best night ever. A hell of a story too and very well told. I hope you get round 2 with Lisa and the yoga ladies if only so we can get more awesome stories.