Johnny lea
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Let’s get this typed and recalled while i’m on a roll and before work starts again and I trail off. Thanks to all who read the first part. After having tickle talk and plenty of fun with Mandy the Reiki girl as i will playful refer to her here, it came time for me to restrained to the bed in ankle and wrist cuffs in just my boxer shorts. I’d love to recall how my socks got removed, however i can’t quite recall, which suggests i probably took them off at my own doing. Previously i’d pleasured, tickled, kissed and sucked the toes of Mandy’s feet and everything i had done to her she promised would be retuned in kind. I was secured with no where to go, pulling at my wrist restraints i could all start to feel my senses heightened. The anticipation of what would come first was starting to tease my mind.
Regarding my own ticklishness it had been a long while since i had been tickled. I would be tickled frequently when younger but went through a stage if no longer feeling ticklish on my feet and poor technique from most people made rib tickling just plain hurt. I’d wince rather than laugh which would abruptly end said experience outta respect. As a self soothing method though i would always gently tickle myself to experience the sensation and to relax. One thing i defiantly knew though that when i tickled myself below my belly button and around the horse shoe part of my pelvis/waist the sensation was unbearable. It would force me to breathe sharply or plain stop out of irritation. Of course it’s impossible for the majority and myself to tickle themselves and laugh, however i knew if anyone was to ever near that spot it would be trouble as i could only just about stand doing it to myself.
So strapped down and vulnerable i awaited on my fate. Having previously blindfolded Mandy, she opted not to bestow that fate on me. I don’t know whether she merely forgot or liked to have someone looking at her during such vulnerability. We started off with her slowly kissing me, however that was instantly thrown out the window as pure excitement and lust took over. She wanted my cock and quickly yanked my boxers down as far as they would go. The next while was spent her kissing and licking around my waist and hips and sucking my cock in spurts to keep me on edge. This went on for a good while, i’d yet to cum however it then suddenly happened catching me off guard….tummy tickles.
“No! Shit! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa” My theory was correct. It tickled and it tickled bad. Mandy looked at me smiling and i knew this could turn into big trouble. She blew and big raspberry into my stomach, which wasn’t as ticklish as i thought it would be but it made me buckle in sheer surprise. She briefly tickled again making me squirm and went back to my cock.
“Thats the first weak spot found isn’t it.” She declared before playing with my cock again. On edge my senses heightened further and it wasn’t long before i finished for her much to her satisfaction. Mandy absolutely loved giving blow jobs and it was clear that was her priority first and foremost. As she got up and i composed myself she moved to the bottom of the bed where my feet were as i watched her move towards them.
“What do we have here then” she said looking up at me wickedly.
“Oh fuck” was all i could muster in antiipation. The moment of truth and fuck me did her nails tickle to my sheer horror - obviously having orgasmed my senses were heightened, however my ex girlfriend years later would prove to me as well that my feet were indeed just plain ticklish as she’d put her hands under the covers as i lay in bed. Thrashing i giggled and began laughing harder as she tickled my arches and all around my toes.
“Oh my god you’ve got the cutest laugh ever.” Mandy said giggling in return.
“Mandy Please!! Hahahahahahahahahaa” was all i could muster pulling at my restraints and unable to get my feet away. Suddenly she stopped and firmly grabbed a foot.
“Keep perfecrly still. No kicking ok. Good boy.” Before i could protest she shoved my toes into her mouth and devoured them. I felt her tongue against my toes and I gasped my head moving back and too, desperate to not laugh. I don’t know what shocked me more, the first girl i’d ever met who had no problem with another persons feet and returning foot play…or how mixed emotions this stirred; it tickled yet it felt so good as well.
“Do you like it.” She asked stopping eager for an answer. My response i could tell would defiantly dictate what would happen next, i just said what was true.
“Believe it or not that actually felt good in places.” I said laughing nervously for what would happen next.
“I agree. I liked it much more than expected when you did it to me.” She said smiling. I believed every word. I also made a mental note for the next met.
“Anyway where were we. Ah yeah this works doesn’t it.” She pinned my foot and tickled ruthlessly. I desperately pleaded and begged.
“Mandy!!!! Hahahhahahhaa!!! NO!!!! Hahahahahahaha. Mandy!!!”
She laughed in response and repositioned herself to tickle both feet at the same time. I completely lost it as i couldn't comprehend how ticklish my feet now were. Looking for way out i pulled and thrashed as i felt my toes tickled and i hit another octave.
Suddenly a loud alarm buzzed throughout the room and Mandy abruptly stopped giving me a sad look.
“Looks like we need to wrap this up, thats’s my reminder that the kids are probably fifteen minutes away in getting home from school.”
I looked at her relieved, i was in trouble back there and she had me exactly where she wanted me. Without hesitation she released me and kissed me once more and grabbed her clothes. Slowly i did the same and helped took away the restraints. We tided quickly and retuned downstairs to greet the dogs once more and the kids. They remembered me from the party where we met and i did my best acting skills to pretend i’d been for a cup of tea and a chat no more. They were polite and well mannered kids and actually very welcoming with no issues that another man was in their house.
After a good 45 minutes of us all chatting it was time to depart. Grabbing a lead Mandy secured a dog and walked with me as i left their housing estate. We departed on a kiss and agreed to message after i’d travelled home. My mind raced with the experience, it had been one of the most accommodating sessions i’s ever had up to that point. Finally meeting someone who was simply open to trying something different and non judgemental. It had been a wonderful experience.
Once i was home i received a message:
“If i didn't know any better, i’d swear you got to my phone somehow and changed to alarm to save yourself 😘” I smiled and laughed.
“I had no idea how ticklish i was.” I replied still processing how much trouble i had been in back there.
“Good job the alarm did go off, i would have tickled you all day otherwise.” She replied jokingly.
“Just you wait, i’m going to tickle you all over next time. No mercy 😂” i responded wanting to keep the banter going.
“You’ll forget by the time i see you again. Very confident i’m safe from here on in ☺️😘.”
The conversation changed and i was enjoying how she partook in tickle talk. As the days followed and we continued to reflect on the experience, it was clear that Mandy was just simply just so amazingly accommodating. Tickling wasn’t a kink or fetish for her, however she got extreme pleasure in giving someone what they wanted and feeling their reactions they gave which resonated inside of her. I could have told her any fetish and she would have tried most of them giving it a go and get turned on over how turned on i was getting.
We would meet sadly just one more time after that, which is another story and how much i really underestimated how ticklish the back of the human body could be in a hotel room we were both in. I will type that up another time as it is also sadly a much shorter affair due to rotten luck of me being badly under the weather with illness that day.
All good memories.
Regarding my own ticklishness it had been a long while since i had been tickled. I would be tickled frequently when younger but went through a stage if no longer feeling ticklish on my feet and poor technique from most people made rib tickling just plain hurt. I’d wince rather than laugh which would abruptly end said experience outta respect. As a self soothing method though i would always gently tickle myself to experience the sensation and to relax. One thing i defiantly knew though that when i tickled myself below my belly button and around the horse shoe part of my pelvis/waist the sensation was unbearable. It would force me to breathe sharply or plain stop out of irritation. Of course it’s impossible for the majority and myself to tickle themselves and laugh, however i knew if anyone was to ever near that spot it would be trouble as i could only just about stand doing it to myself.
So strapped down and vulnerable i awaited on my fate. Having previously blindfolded Mandy, she opted not to bestow that fate on me. I don’t know whether she merely forgot or liked to have someone looking at her during such vulnerability. We started off with her slowly kissing me, however that was instantly thrown out the window as pure excitement and lust took over. She wanted my cock and quickly yanked my boxers down as far as they would go. The next while was spent her kissing and licking around my waist and hips and sucking my cock in spurts to keep me on edge. This went on for a good while, i’d yet to cum however it then suddenly happened catching me off guard….tummy tickles.
“No! Shit! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa” My theory was correct. It tickled and it tickled bad. Mandy looked at me smiling and i knew this could turn into big trouble. She blew and big raspberry into my stomach, which wasn’t as ticklish as i thought it would be but it made me buckle in sheer surprise. She briefly tickled again making me squirm and went back to my cock.
“Thats the first weak spot found isn’t it.” She declared before playing with my cock again. On edge my senses heightened further and it wasn’t long before i finished for her much to her satisfaction. Mandy absolutely loved giving blow jobs and it was clear that was her priority first and foremost. As she got up and i composed myself she moved to the bottom of the bed where my feet were as i watched her move towards them.
“What do we have here then” she said looking up at me wickedly.
“Oh fuck” was all i could muster in antiipation. The moment of truth and fuck me did her nails tickle to my sheer horror - obviously having orgasmed my senses were heightened, however my ex girlfriend years later would prove to me as well that my feet were indeed just plain ticklish as she’d put her hands under the covers as i lay in bed. Thrashing i giggled and began laughing harder as she tickled my arches and all around my toes.
“Oh my god you’ve got the cutest laugh ever.” Mandy said giggling in return.
“Mandy Please!! Hahahahahahahahahaa” was all i could muster pulling at my restraints and unable to get my feet away. Suddenly she stopped and firmly grabbed a foot.
“Keep perfecrly still. No kicking ok. Good boy.” Before i could protest she shoved my toes into her mouth and devoured them. I felt her tongue against my toes and I gasped my head moving back and too, desperate to not laugh. I don’t know what shocked me more, the first girl i’d ever met who had no problem with another persons feet and returning foot play…or how mixed emotions this stirred; it tickled yet it felt so good as well.
“Do you like it.” She asked stopping eager for an answer. My response i could tell would defiantly dictate what would happen next, i just said what was true.
“Believe it or not that actually felt good in places.” I said laughing nervously for what would happen next.
“I agree. I liked it much more than expected when you did it to me.” She said smiling. I believed every word. I also made a mental note for the next met.
“Anyway where were we. Ah yeah this works doesn’t it.” She pinned my foot and tickled ruthlessly. I desperately pleaded and begged.
“Mandy!!!! Hahahhahahhaa!!! NO!!!! Hahahahahahaha. Mandy!!!”
She laughed in response and repositioned herself to tickle both feet at the same time. I completely lost it as i couldn't comprehend how ticklish my feet now were. Looking for way out i pulled and thrashed as i felt my toes tickled and i hit another octave.
Suddenly a loud alarm buzzed throughout the room and Mandy abruptly stopped giving me a sad look.
“Looks like we need to wrap this up, thats’s my reminder that the kids are probably fifteen minutes away in getting home from school.”
I looked at her relieved, i was in trouble back there and she had me exactly where she wanted me. Without hesitation she released me and kissed me once more and grabbed her clothes. Slowly i did the same and helped took away the restraints. We tided quickly and retuned downstairs to greet the dogs once more and the kids. They remembered me from the party where we met and i did my best acting skills to pretend i’d been for a cup of tea and a chat no more. They were polite and well mannered kids and actually very welcoming with no issues that another man was in their house.
After a good 45 minutes of us all chatting it was time to depart. Grabbing a lead Mandy secured a dog and walked with me as i left their housing estate. We departed on a kiss and agreed to message after i’d travelled home. My mind raced with the experience, it had been one of the most accommodating sessions i’s ever had up to that point. Finally meeting someone who was simply open to trying something different and non judgemental. It had been a wonderful experience.
Once i was home i received a message:
“If i didn't know any better, i’d swear you got to my phone somehow and changed to alarm to save yourself 😘” I smiled and laughed.
“I had no idea how ticklish i was.” I replied still processing how much trouble i had been in back there.
“Good job the alarm did go off, i would have tickled you all day otherwise.” She replied jokingly.
“Just you wait, i’m going to tickle you all over next time. No mercy 😂” i responded wanting to keep the banter going.
“You’ll forget by the time i see you again. Very confident i’m safe from here on in ☺️😘.”
The conversation changed and i was enjoying how she partook in tickle talk. As the days followed and we continued to reflect on the experience, it was clear that Mandy was just simply just so amazingly accommodating. Tickling wasn’t a kink or fetish for her, however she got extreme pleasure in giving someone what they wanted and feeling their reactions they gave which resonated inside of her. I could have told her any fetish and she would have tried most of them giving it a go and get turned on over how turned on i was getting.
We would meet sadly just one more time after that, which is another story and how much i really underestimated how ticklish the back of the human body could be in a hotel room we were both in. I will type that up another time as it is also sadly a much shorter affair due to rotten luck of me being badly under the weather with illness that day.
All good memories.
I envy your experience. 
