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Tara and Don had just gotten home from their honeymoon and were settling into their new house. Don was straightening up in the garage, putting boxes away and clearing up the mess from the move, and Tara was upstairs cleaning the bathroom. That is Tara was upstairs cleaning the bathroom until she noticed Don's shaving cream and decided to have a little fun.
Tara crept into the garage as Don's back was turned and slowly approached her unsuspecting husband. With a WHOOSH Don was covered in thick white foam and Tara was racing through the house giggling.
Wiping the foam from his face Don shook his head and laughed, "You'd better hope I don't find you!" he shouted after his new wife. On the shelf before him Don found a roll of duct tape and that gave him an idea. Tape in hand Don set off after Tara. As he made his way up the stairs he called out, "here I come and boy are you gonna get it!" He heard a chuckle and knew exactly where it had come from.
Stepping into the bedroom Don through open the door to Tara's walk-in closet and there she was sitting in the corner in a tube top and shorts. "Aha!" Don shouted and Tara shrieked in mock terror. Don approached her slowly, "So! You think your funny huh?" he said grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to her feet.
Don slung the 100 lb. Tara easily onto his shoulder as she squealed, "put me down!" giggling and kicking her feet. Don carried his tiny wife over to the bed and threw her down on her belly climbing on top of her. Using his 200 lbs. To hold her there he easily drew her hands behind her back and began looping tape around her wrists.
"What are you doing?" she squealed, "Oh my God! Untie me!"
Don laughed rolling Tara over, "I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he said. Don removed Tara's shorts and pulled her tube top down and off leaving her in nothing but a pair of yellow cotton panties. Holding her ankles together he proceeded to tape them. Don rolled Tara back onto her belly and gave her a playful swat on her butt.
"OW!" she cried, although he knew that he hadn't hurt her. "Don! Untie me right this minute!" Tara demanded although secretly she hoped that he wouldn't.
"Yeah right!" was his response as he brought her ankles up to her hands and hogtied her with the sticky tape.
Once Tara was completely helpless Don went into the bathroom to clean the shaving cream off of himself. "Look what you did to me!" he said, "oh are you going to get it!" Don removed his shirt and toweled himself off. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom he watched for a moment as Tara tried to pull free of the tape binding her. "A little helpless there are you?" he teased.
"Yes I'm helpless!" Tara whined in frustration, "would you please untie me now! You've had your fun."
Don approached slowly, "you got yourself in a sticky situation didn't you?" Don said laughing at his own pun.
"I don't think that's funny Donny!" Tara groaned.
"OH you don't huh?" Don said, "well maybe you'll find this funny!" He reached down and ran his index finger along the sole of her right foot. Tara screamed and nearly jumped off of the bed.
"OH NO!" Tara screamed, "You wouldn't dare!" Tara loved Don, but at this moment she was very afraid. Tara was unbelievably ticklish and completely at his mercy. "Please don't do this Donny!" she pleaded, "you know how ticklish I am!"
He stroked her sole again and Tara threw back her head and screamed, "You should have of that before you attacked me!" he laughed.
Don knelt behind Tara and locked her feet between his knees. Using both of his index fingers he trailed up both of her soles.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Tara cried out. "PLEASE DON"T!" Her black hair flew in all directions as she tried to pull away from his tickling fingers. Suddenly Don set all ten fingers to work on her feet.
"OH MY GOD! NNNNNOOOOOO!" Tara screamed. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Tears sprang from her eyes. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE STOP! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Don scratched up and down her soles as Tara squealed and tried with all of her might to wiggle away from him.
"Kitchy kitchy koo!" he teased continuing the tickle torture of his beautiful wife as Tara shrieked and bucked beneath him.
"PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!!! SSSSTTTTAAAAHHHHHPPPP!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Tara cried. Her lungs ached and she could barely breathe.
Don thought he'd better give her a break before she passed out on him.
"Oh Thank God!" Tara said gasping for air.
"Poor ticklish little girl!" Don said laughing. He began to poke Tara's sides, "Are you ticklish here too?" he asked knowing that Tara was ticklish everywhere.
"NO!" Tara screamed. Her ribs were God awful ticklish and she tried to protect them with her arms but it was no use Don would just poke wherever her arms weren't.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed in frustration as each poke sent an electric shock up her spine. "Please stop!" She pleaded but Don locked both hands on her ribcage and began to knead and squeeze.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! NOT THAT!" Tara screamed. "ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
Don rolled her over onto her back and pinned her there continuing to tickle her sides.
"OH MY GOD!" Tara shrieked. "I CAN'T MOVE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Up and down her belly and sides he tickled and tickled as she cried and pleaded for the torture to stop.
Don got down off of the bed as Tara lied there trying once again to catch her breath. He went to his closet and got four ties and returned to her and cut the tape from her ankles. Quickly Don tied her ankles to the foot rail of the bed about three feet apart. He then cut the tape from her wrists holding onto the right one, which he tied to the headboard. Tara was too weak to stop him and soon the left one was tied also. Now Don had Tara stretched out face up on the bed with her little feet sticking out over the edge.
"Please let me go Don," she said weakly as he ripped her panties off revealing her soft auburn mound.
Don stood before Tara's trapped and delicate ultra ticklish feet. "Tell me you're my tickle slave!" he teased waving his fingers in the air.
"No way!" Tara cried. "I'm not saying that!"
Without warning Don began a furious assault on Tara's feet that her bouncing and screaming, bucking and squealing in ticklish agony once again. "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!" she cried out. "NOT AGAIN! NOT MY FFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"You'd better say it!" he threatened continuing the assault on her soles.
"I WON'T! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" she screamed.
Don climbed onto the bed and straddled Tara's waist pinning her into the soft mattress. He began to spider his hands up and down her sides. Tara completely unable to move shrieked and screamed in agony trying desperately to pull her hands free. Suddenly Don attacked Tara's worst spot, her armpits. Don knew Tara was painfully, unbelievably ticklish there and had saved that spot for last.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tara screamed. "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEERRRRRREEEEEEE!"
"Say it!" Don demanded. "Say it and I'll stop!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Tara screamed trying to roll away. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'M YOUR TICKLE SLAVE! I'M YOUR TICKLE SLAVE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Don continued tickling for a few more minutes and then got down and removed his pants. Climbing back onto the bed he mounted Tara. Slowly ever so slowly he brought them both to climax.
As he untied Tara he asked, "Well sweetie, are you ever going to spray shaving cream on me again?"
Without hesitation Tara replied, "I was thinking of doing it again tomorrow!"
Tara crept into the garage as Don's back was turned and slowly approached her unsuspecting husband. With a WHOOSH Don was covered in thick white foam and Tara was racing through the house giggling.
Wiping the foam from his face Don shook his head and laughed, "You'd better hope I don't find you!" he shouted after his new wife. On the shelf before him Don found a roll of duct tape and that gave him an idea. Tape in hand Don set off after Tara. As he made his way up the stairs he called out, "here I come and boy are you gonna get it!" He heard a chuckle and knew exactly where it had come from.
Stepping into the bedroom Don through open the door to Tara's walk-in closet and there she was sitting in the corner in a tube top and shorts. "Aha!" Don shouted and Tara shrieked in mock terror. Don approached her slowly, "So! You think your funny huh?" he said grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her to her feet.
Don slung the 100 lb. Tara easily onto his shoulder as she squealed, "put me down!" giggling and kicking her feet. Don carried his tiny wife over to the bed and threw her down on her belly climbing on top of her. Using his 200 lbs. To hold her there he easily drew her hands behind her back and began looping tape around her wrists.
"What are you doing?" she squealed, "Oh my God! Untie me!"
Don laughed rolling Tara over, "I'm going to teach you a lesson!" he said. Don removed Tara's shorts and pulled her tube top down and off leaving her in nothing but a pair of yellow cotton panties. Holding her ankles together he proceeded to tape them. Don rolled Tara back onto her belly and gave her a playful swat on her butt.
"OW!" she cried, although he knew that he hadn't hurt her. "Don! Untie me right this minute!" Tara demanded although secretly she hoped that he wouldn't.
"Yeah right!" was his response as he brought her ankles up to her hands and hogtied her with the sticky tape.
Once Tara was completely helpless Don went into the bathroom to clean the shaving cream off of himself. "Look what you did to me!" he said, "oh are you going to get it!" Don removed his shirt and toweled himself off. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom he watched for a moment as Tara tried to pull free of the tape binding her. "A little helpless there are you?" he teased.
"Yes I'm helpless!" Tara whined in frustration, "would you please untie me now! You've had your fun."
Don approached slowly, "you got yourself in a sticky situation didn't you?" Don said laughing at his own pun.
"I don't think that's funny Donny!" Tara groaned.
"OH you don't huh?" Don said, "well maybe you'll find this funny!" He reached down and ran his index finger along the sole of her right foot. Tara screamed and nearly jumped off of the bed.
"OH NO!" Tara screamed, "You wouldn't dare!" Tara loved Don, but at this moment she was very afraid. Tara was unbelievably ticklish and completely at his mercy. "Please don't do this Donny!" she pleaded, "you know how ticklish I am!"
He stroked her sole again and Tara threw back her head and screamed, "You should have of that before you attacked me!" he laughed.
Don knelt behind Tara and locked her feet between his knees. Using both of his index fingers he trailed up both of her soles.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Tara cried out. "PLEASE DON"T!" Her black hair flew in all directions as she tried to pull away from his tickling fingers. Suddenly Don set all ten fingers to work on her feet.
"OH MY GOD! NNNNNOOOOOO!" Tara screamed. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Tears sprang from her eyes. "I CAN'T TAKE IT! PLEASE STOP! AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Don scratched up and down her soles as Tara squealed and tried with all of her might to wiggle away from him.
"Kitchy kitchy koo!" he teased continuing the tickle torture of his beautiful wife as Tara shrieked and bucked beneath him.
"PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE!!! SSSSTTTTAAAAHHHHHPPPP!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" Tara cried. Her lungs ached and she could barely breathe.
Don thought he'd better give her a break before she passed out on him.
"Oh Thank God!" Tara said gasping for air.
"Poor ticklish little girl!" Don said laughing. He began to poke Tara's sides, "Are you ticklish here too?" he asked knowing that Tara was ticklish everywhere.
"NO!" Tara screamed. Her ribs were God awful ticklish and she tried to protect them with her arms but it was no use Don would just poke wherever her arms weren't.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she screamed in frustration as each poke sent an electric shock up her spine. "Please stop!" She pleaded but Don locked both hands on her ribcage and began to knead and squeeze.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! NOT THAT!" Tara screamed. "ANYTHING BUT THAT!"
Don rolled her over onto her back and pinned her there continuing to tickle her sides.
"OH MY GOD!" Tara shrieked. "I CAN'T MOVE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Up and down her belly and sides he tickled and tickled as she cried and pleaded for the torture to stop.
Don got down off of the bed as Tara lied there trying once again to catch her breath. He went to his closet and got four ties and returned to her and cut the tape from her ankles. Quickly Don tied her ankles to the foot rail of the bed about three feet apart. He then cut the tape from her wrists holding onto the right one, which he tied to the headboard. Tara was too weak to stop him and soon the left one was tied also. Now Don had Tara stretched out face up on the bed with her little feet sticking out over the edge.
"Please let me go Don," she said weakly as he ripped her panties off revealing her soft auburn mound.
Don stood before Tara's trapped and delicate ultra ticklish feet. "Tell me you're my tickle slave!" he teased waving his fingers in the air.
"No way!" Tara cried. "I'm not saying that!"
Without warning Don began a furious assault on Tara's feet that her bouncing and screaming, bucking and squealing in ticklish agony once again. "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!" she cried out. "NOT AGAIN! NOT MY FFFFFEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"You'd better say it!" he threatened continuing the assault on her soles.
"I WON'T! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" she screamed.
Don climbed onto the bed and straddled Tara's waist pinning her into the soft mattress. He began to spider his hands up and down her sides. Tara completely unable to move shrieked and screamed in agony trying desperately to pull her hands free. Suddenly Don attacked Tara's worst spot, her armpits. Don knew Tara was painfully, unbelievably ticklish there and had saved that spot for last.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Tara screamed. "NNNNNNNOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT TTTTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEERRRRRREEEEEEE!"
"Say it!" Don demanded. "Say it and I'll stop!"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Tara screamed trying to roll away. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'M YOUR TICKLE SLAVE! I'M YOUR TICKLE SLAVE! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Don continued tickling for a few more minutes and then got down and removed his pants. Climbing back onto the bed he mounted Tara. Slowly ever so slowly he brought them both to climax.
As he untied Tara he asked, "Well sweetie, are you ever going to spray shaving cream on me again?"
Without hesitation Tara replied, "I was thinking of doing it again tomorrow!"
