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Greg and Kathy were having Kathy’s sister Linda and her husband Bill visit for a week over the Christmas holidays. The couples loved spending the week after Christmas together each year. They would sit around and talk, have a few drinks and just enjoy each other’s company. Linda was five years older than Kathy, although everyone said they could pass for twins. She had moved across the state when she married Bill. The sisters didn't get to see much of each other, but were very close as children.
One afternoon Greg took Bill down to his workshop to show him what he was working on, and the girls followed along. There in the middle of the room was the rack that Greg had built some months before.
“Man Greg,” Bill said seeing it. “Did you build this thing?”
“Oh yeah,” Greg said. “I built that for a local museum. It actually works too.”
“See that Linda,” Bill said to his wife. “You’d better behave this week or I’ll throw you on this thing and stretch you out.” The four shared a good laugh.
The boys were going to a hockey game that night. Kathy and Linda had talked about getting into their pajamas and having a couple of drinks while they waited for their men to come home from the game. They were sitting in the family room sipping some wine, but Linda couldn’t take her mind off of the rack in the workshop.
“So,” Linda finally got up the nerve to ask. “Have you ever been on that thing in Greg’s workshop Kathy?”
“I knew it!” Kathy said laughing as Linda blushed crimson. “I could see it in your eyes the minute you saw that piece. Would you like to try it out? We could surprise Bill when the boys get home. Trust me you’ll really like it… and so will Bill.”
“I don’t know…” Linda said.
Kathy put the tv on and tuned to the game. The third period was about half over. She knew that they had twenty minutes from the end of the game before the boys would be home. “I’ll tell you what,” she said to Linda, “You think about it and let me know before the game is over. That’ll give me time to get you ready for Bill.”
There was a minute left in the game when Linda said to Kathy, “I think I want to try it, but I’m really scared. What if Bill thinks I’m weird?”
“Trust me Linda,” Kathy giggled. “Bill will not think you’re weird when I’m done with you. He won’t be able to keep his eyes, or his hands off of you!”
Kathy took Linda up to her bedroom and got out some really sexy lingerie. Laying it out on the bed she told Linda to quickly choose what she wanted to wear and meet her in the workshop. A few minutes later Linda came downstairs wearing a very sheer red teddy with white fur trim.
“I’ll be his late Christmas present,” she giggled and blushed again. “You’re sure this is alright. I don’t want to make Greg angry.”
“Don’t be silly Linda,” Kathy said. “Greg won’t mind a bit. Now hurry. The boys will be here soon. We have to get you ready.”
Kathy helped Linda onto the rack and locked her in. She gave the wheel a couple of cranks to tighten up the slack, but didn’t make it too tight. She then got out a red ballgag and placed it in Linda’s mouth. “This will keep the screaming down a bit,” Kathy giggled as Linda groaned. “Now to make things a little more interesting for you.” Kathy got out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. She held it up for Linda to see.
Merry Christmas Honey
I’m your tickle slave for the whole night.
You know how ticklish I am.
The room is soundproofed.
Don’t stop no matter how much I beg you!
“UHN UHN! KAFFY PPPWWWEEEEEEEZZZZZ!” Linda screamed through the gag as Kathy taped the note to the side of the rack. Linda was unbearably ticklish everywhere and Kathy knew it. “PPWWEEZZ KAFFY! DON’T…!”
Before leaving the room Kathy took a minute to lay out some toys where she knew Bill would be sure to see them and tied Linda’s big toes to the top of the stocks holding her feet in place. She then took a scissors and cut away the teddy from Linda’s body leaving her sister completely naked.
“There,” she said. “I think Bill will like you better like that,” Kathy said playfully patting Linda's belly before leaving her alone.
Linda laid there alone in angst as Kathy went upstairs, poured herself a glass of wine and sat to wait for the boys. About five minutes later she heard Greg’s car pull into the driveway. She ran to the door as Greg and Bill were coming through it.
“Hi,” She said kissing Greg.
“Where’s Linda?” Bill asked.
“She’s waiting for you downstairs,” Kathy laughed taking Greg’s hand and leading him upstairs. “Have fun with her Bill.”
Bill opened the workshop door and saw his wife stretched out on the rack naked, pleading through the gag in her mouth and noticed the note taped to the table. Bill ripped it from the rack and read it aloud.
“You did all of this for me?” he said astonished. Frustrated, Linda tried to explain that she had been tricked by Kathy, but Bill wasn’t understanding her.
“Don’t worry honey,” he said sweetly. “I’ll play along.” Bill reached down and gently squeezed Linda’s right nipple. “I should close the door,” he said teasingly. “We don’t want to disturb Kathy and Greg.”
Bill returned to Linda and circled the rack slowly. He wanted to savor the sight of his wife naked and utterly helpless before him. As he passed the end where her feet stuck through the stocks exposed and defenseless, he trailed his fingertips up the length of her soles. Linda shrieked through the gag at the soft tickling sensation on her sensitive feet bottoms. Bill moved on trailing his fingertips up the length of Linda’s body with a feathery touch that sent shivers up her spine and caused goosebumps to form everywhere he touched. He stopped for a moment at the top of the table to draw tiny circles in Linda’s armpit eliciting another shriek from her gagged mouth.
“I think I should stretch you out some more before I begin to play with you,” Bill said continuing to lightly tickle Linda’s armpit and the soft underside of her breast. “Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! PPPPWWWEEEEEZZZZZ!” were the only responses Linda was capable of at the moment though.
Bill grabbed the wheel with one hand continuing to tickle with the other and slowly began to ratchet Linda tighter. When he felt that Linda was stretched enough he bent over her and kissed her on the nose. He then whispered in her ear, “Now my little tickle slave let’s see how hot I can get you… Hmmm… Where should I begin?”
Bill began by running his hands slowly and softly down his wife’s arms from her wrists to her now tautly stretched out armpits. The sensation at first was an itchy, tingly annoyance causing Linda to close her eyes tightly and groan in frustration, but the closer Bill got to her smoothly shaven underarms the more Linda realized how much it would tickle and how little she could do about it. Linda prepared for the worst, but she didn’t prepare enough. Upon reaching Linda’s pits Bill didn’t continue with the light feathery touches he had used on her to that point. Instead he began to spider his fingers furiously up and down her sides from her underarms to her ribs and back again and again.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Linda shrieked from behind her gag. “HAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle tickle tickle,” he teased continuing his assault.
“PPPWWWWEEEEEZZZZZZ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Linda screamed again and again.
"Poor baby," Bill teased. "Does that tickle? Kitchy kitchy koo!"
Linda bucked, bounced and screamed, "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Bill stopped for a moment to let Linda breathe. “Jesus Linda! You ARE ticklish tonight,” he said. “And look at your nipples!” They were sticking out of her firm breasts like pencil erasers, harder than Bill had ever seen them before. “You really are enjoying this aren’t you.?”
Linda blushed a deep crimson. She would never admit it, but her body couldn’t lie. At that moment she was putty in her husband’s hands. Bill reached down to her soft mound of autumn curls and felt the moist heat. He ran his fingers up her slit and Linda moaned a deep throaty moan. His other hand went to her left nipple and squeezed hard making her shudder. Linda was so close, but Bill was not finished with her yet.
“Oh no you don’t,” he teased cruelly pulling away from her.
“UUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNN!” Linda cried out in utter frustration.
Bill removed Linda’s gag.
“Please Bill,” Linda began. “Kathy tricked me onto this thing. Please no more tickling!”
Before she could go on though Bill placed a finger across her lips, “Don’t make me put that gag back in,” he said stepping toward the worktable where Kathy had left the toys for him. Bill first put a piece of rope in his pocket. Then he picked up a pair of nipple clamps and held them up for Linda to see.
“What do you suppose these are for?” he teased.
“OH NO BILL,” Linda said nervously. “DON’T YOU DARE!”
Bill laughed as he approached her stopping to tickle her feet once more, “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said as she squealed and squirmed. “If you can stop me from putting these on you, then I won’t use them.”
“OH MY GOD!” Linda cried out as Bill clamped her erect nipples. The pressure from the clamps instantly sent shockwaves through the center of her being. As Linda struggled with the sting of the clamps Bill took out the piece of rope and tied a nice tight crotchrope on his wife.
“JESUS BILL!” Linda shrieked again as he pulled the rope tight against her button.
“Now honey,” Bill spoke again. “Let’s make another deal. I’m going to tickle you until you can get yourself off on that piece of rope. The longer you take, the longer the tickling will continue.”
“NO BILL! WAIT!” Linda stammered. She couldn’t believe he wanted her to have an orgasm on a piece of rope. “I... I CAN’T…”
But Bill didn’t wait. He resumed his attack on her armpits with fervor, and suddenly Linda understood. She screamed in ticklish agony and began to thrash causing the nipple clamps to bounce and pull, but more importantly her thrashing was making the rope between her legs come alive. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH!” She shrieked. “PLEASE! NO MORE! PLEASE!” But the more Bill tickled, the closer she got to the apex. And each time she got close enough Bill would stop just for a moment, and then begin again as Linda groaned in frustration and then shrieked when the tickling resumed.
“PLEASE BILL! LET ME CUM!” She cried out after a few rounds. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”
Suddenly Bill removed the clamps from her nipples. The pain was so intense that Linda thought she was going to pass out. Then he removed the crotchrope without allowing her release. Before she could ask what he was doing he began tickling her feet again with the light feathery tickling that he had started her night with. Linda was more excited than she had ever been in her life. One touch would drive her over the edge.
“PLEASE BILL!” She pleaded. “PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME!”
It was what Bill had been waiting for from the start. He didn’t believe Kathy and Greg when they bet him that he could get Linda to beg him for sex just by tickling her, but it had happened.
Bill climbed onto the rack and entered his wife. The first touch sent Linda into spasms of orgasmic pleasure the like of which she had never experienced in her life. A while later they were huddled on the floor just holding each other when Linda whispered in Bill's ear, “We have got to ask Greg to make one of those for us honey.”
Bill smiled knowingly. Greg had already built one for them as a Christmas surprise. It was waiting at their home.
One afternoon Greg took Bill down to his workshop to show him what he was working on, and the girls followed along. There in the middle of the room was the rack that Greg had built some months before.
“Man Greg,” Bill said seeing it. “Did you build this thing?”
“Oh yeah,” Greg said. “I built that for a local museum. It actually works too.”
“See that Linda,” Bill said to his wife. “You’d better behave this week or I’ll throw you on this thing and stretch you out.” The four shared a good laugh.
The boys were going to a hockey game that night. Kathy and Linda had talked about getting into their pajamas and having a couple of drinks while they waited for their men to come home from the game. They were sitting in the family room sipping some wine, but Linda couldn’t take her mind off of the rack in the workshop.
“So,” Linda finally got up the nerve to ask. “Have you ever been on that thing in Greg’s workshop Kathy?”
“I knew it!” Kathy said laughing as Linda blushed crimson. “I could see it in your eyes the minute you saw that piece. Would you like to try it out? We could surprise Bill when the boys get home. Trust me you’ll really like it… and so will Bill.”
“I don’t know…” Linda said.
Kathy put the tv on and tuned to the game. The third period was about half over. She knew that they had twenty minutes from the end of the game before the boys would be home. “I’ll tell you what,” she said to Linda, “You think about it and let me know before the game is over. That’ll give me time to get you ready for Bill.”
There was a minute left in the game when Linda said to Kathy, “I think I want to try it, but I’m really scared. What if Bill thinks I’m weird?”
“Trust me Linda,” Kathy giggled. “Bill will not think you’re weird when I’m done with you. He won’t be able to keep his eyes, or his hands off of you!”
Kathy took Linda up to her bedroom and got out some really sexy lingerie. Laying it out on the bed she told Linda to quickly choose what she wanted to wear and meet her in the workshop. A few minutes later Linda came downstairs wearing a very sheer red teddy with white fur trim.
“I’ll be his late Christmas present,” she giggled and blushed again. “You’re sure this is alright. I don’t want to make Greg angry.”
“Don’t be silly Linda,” Kathy said. “Greg won’t mind a bit. Now hurry. The boys will be here soon. We have to get you ready.”
Kathy helped Linda onto the rack and locked her in. She gave the wheel a couple of cranks to tighten up the slack, but didn’t make it too tight. She then got out a red ballgag and placed it in Linda’s mouth. “This will keep the screaming down a bit,” Kathy giggled as Linda groaned. “Now to make things a little more interesting for you.” Kathy got out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. She held it up for Linda to see.
Merry Christmas Honey
I’m your tickle slave for the whole night.
You know how ticklish I am.
The room is soundproofed.
Don’t stop no matter how much I beg you!
“UHN UHN! KAFFY PPPWWWEEEEEEEZZZZZ!” Linda screamed through the gag as Kathy taped the note to the side of the rack. Linda was unbearably ticklish everywhere and Kathy knew it. “PPWWEEZZ KAFFY! DON’T…!”
Before leaving the room Kathy took a minute to lay out some toys where she knew Bill would be sure to see them and tied Linda’s big toes to the top of the stocks holding her feet in place. She then took a scissors and cut away the teddy from Linda’s body leaving her sister completely naked.
“There,” she said. “I think Bill will like you better like that,” Kathy said playfully patting Linda's belly before leaving her alone.
Linda laid there alone in angst as Kathy went upstairs, poured herself a glass of wine and sat to wait for the boys. About five minutes later she heard Greg’s car pull into the driveway. She ran to the door as Greg and Bill were coming through it.
“Hi,” She said kissing Greg.
“Where’s Linda?” Bill asked.
“She’s waiting for you downstairs,” Kathy laughed taking Greg’s hand and leading him upstairs. “Have fun with her Bill.”
Bill opened the workshop door and saw his wife stretched out on the rack naked, pleading through the gag in her mouth and noticed the note taped to the table. Bill ripped it from the rack and read it aloud.
“You did all of this for me?” he said astonished. Frustrated, Linda tried to explain that she had been tricked by Kathy, but Bill wasn’t understanding her.
“Don’t worry honey,” he said sweetly. “I’ll play along.” Bill reached down and gently squeezed Linda’s right nipple. “I should close the door,” he said teasingly. “We don’t want to disturb Kathy and Greg.”
Bill returned to Linda and circled the rack slowly. He wanted to savor the sight of his wife naked and utterly helpless before him. As he passed the end where her feet stuck through the stocks exposed and defenseless, he trailed his fingertips up the length of her soles. Linda shrieked through the gag at the soft tickling sensation on her sensitive feet bottoms. Bill moved on trailing his fingertips up the length of Linda’s body with a feathery touch that sent shivers up her spine and caused goosebumps to form everywhere he touched. He stopped for a moment at the top of the table to draw tiny circles in Linda’s armpit eliciting another shriek from her gagged mouth.
“I think I should stretch you out some more before I begin to play with you,” Bill said continuing to lightly tickle Linda’s armpit and the soft underside of her breast. “Don’t you think that’s a good idea?”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! PPPPWWWEEEEEZZZZZ!” were the only responses Linda was capable of at the moment though.
Bill grabbed the wheel with one hand continuing to tickle with the other and slowly began to ratchet Linda tighter. When he felt that Linda was stretched enough he bent over her and kissed her on the nose. He then whispered in her ear, “Now my little tickle slave let’s see how hot I can get you… Hmmm… Where should I begin?”
Bill began by running his hands slowly and softly down his wife’s arms from her wrists to her now tautly stretched out armpits. The sensation at first was an itchy, tingly annoyance causing Linda to close her eyes tightly and groan in frustration, but the closer Bill got to her smoothly shaven underarms the more Linda realized how much it would tickle and how little she could do about it. Linda prepared for the worst, but she didn’t prepare enough. Upon reaching Linda’s pits Bill didn’t continue with the light feathery touches he had used on her to that point. Instead he began to spider his fingers furiously up and down her sides from her underarms to her ribs and back again and again.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Linda shrieked from behind her gag. “HAHAHAHA!”
“Tickle tickle tickle,” he teased continuing his assault.
“PPPWWWWEEEEEZZZZZZ! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Linda screamed again and again.
"Poor baby," Bill teased. "Does that tickle? Kitchy kitchy koo!"
Linda bucked, bounced and screamed, "AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Bill stopped for a moment to let Linda breathe. “Jesus Linda! You ARE ticklish tonight,” he said. “And look at your nipples!” They were sticking out of her firm breasts like pencil erasers, harder than Bill had ever seen them before. “You really are enjoying this aren’t you.?”
Linda blushed a deep crimson. She would never admit it, but her body couldn’t lie. At that moment she was putty in her husband’s hands. Bill reached down to her soft mound of autumn curls and felt the moist heat. He ran his fingers up her slit and Linda moaned a deep throaty moan. His other hand went to her left nipple and squeezed hard making her shudder. Linda was so close, but Bill was not finished with her yet.
“Oh no you don’t,” he teased cruelly pulling away from her.
“UUUUUHHHHHNNNNNNN!” Linda cried out in utter frustration.
Bill removed Linda’s gag.
“Please Bill,” Linda began. “Kathy tricked me onto this thing. Please no more tickling!”
Before she could go on though Bill placed a finger across her lips, “Don’t make me put that gag back in,” he said stepping toward the worktable where Kathy had left the toys for him. Bill first put a piece of rope in his pocket. Then he picked up a pair of nipple clamps and held them up for Linda to see.
“What do you suppose these are for?” he teased.
“OH NO BILL,” Linda said nervously. “DON’T YOU DARE!”
Bill laughed as he approached her stopping to tickle her feet once more, “I’ll make a deal with you,” he said as she squealed and squirmed. “If you can stop me from putting these on you, then I won’t use them.”
“OH MY GOD!” Linda cried out as Bill clamped her erect nipples. The pressure from the clamps instantly sent shockwaves through the center of her being. As Linda struggled with the sting of the clamps Bill took out the piece of rope and tied a nice tight crotchrope on his wife.
“JESUS BILL!” Linda shrieked again as he pulled the rope tight against her button.
“Now honey,” Bill spoke again. “Let’s make another deal. I’m going to tickle you until you can get yourself off on that piece of rope. The longer you take, the longer the tickling will continue.”
“NO BILL! WAIT!” Linda stammered. She couldn’t believe he wanted her to have an orgasm on a piece of rope. “I... I CAN’T…”
But Bill didn’t wait. He resumed his attack on her armpits with fervor, and suddenly Linda understood. She screamed in ticklish agony and began to thrash causing the nipple clamps to bounce and pull, but more importantly her thrashing was making the rope between her legs come alive. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAH!” She shrieked. “PLEASE! NO MORE! PLEASE!” But the more Bill tickled, the closer she got to the apex. And each time she got close enough Bill would stop just for a moment, and then begin again as Linda groaned in frustration and then shrieked when the tickling resumed.
“PLEASE BILL! LET ME CUM!” She cried out after a few rounds. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!”
Suddenly Bill removed the clamps from her nipples. The pain was so intense that Linda thought she was going to pass out. Then he removed the crotchrope without allowing her release. Before she could ask what he was doing he began tickling her feet again with the light feathery tickling that he had started her night with. Linda was more excited than she had ever been in her life. One touch would drive her over the edge.
“PLEASE BILL!” She pleaded. “PLEASE MAKE LOVE TO ME!”
It was what Bill had been waiting for from the start. He didn’t believe Kathy and Greg when they bet him that he could get Linda to beg him for sex just by tickling her, but it had happened.
Bill climbed onto the rack and entered his wife. The first touch sent Linda into spasms of orgasmic pleasure the like of which she had never experienced in her life. A while later they were huddled on the floor just holding each other when Linda whispered in Bill's ear, “We have got to ask Greg to make one of those for us honey.”
Bill smiled knowingly. Greg had already built one for them as a Christmas surprise. It was waiting at their home.
