Mary and Steve were a happy newlywed couple. They loved life, and had all the world open to them. They had great friends, great jobs, and a cute little cat named Fritz. Life was good.
Unfortunatley, that was 11 years ago.
Now Steve's 31, and Mary's 30. Still young, of course, and still loving each other. Of course, it's that sort of love where they have dinner together after work, nto the kind of love where they have "burn 20 calories a minute" sex every day after work. That love is gone. And the sex ain't too great when it does happen.
But they're trying to make it work; after all they still love each other. And now, they're delving deep into the cellar's of their minds. They're uprooting fetishes, the kind they've forgotten about, or just never knew about. Mary was always a sheltered child; she hadn't found anything that turned her on more than normal sex. Steve... well, Steve discovered something. Bondage is fun. and Mary knows. What she doesn't know... is he loves tickling even more.
Tonight's the night. Mary lays with her wrists tied to the bed, completely naked. She figured Steve would leave the heels on; she thought she saw his eyes light up when they tried the shoe fetish. Guess not though. Nonetheless, Steve walks in. Both Mary and Steve took a second to remember the "scene" for tonight, and summoned their High School theater training to help them through it.
*Steve walks in, slowly*
Mary: Oh no! who are you? what are you going to do to me?
Steve: Mary my dear... don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need some information from you.
Mary: I don't know anything about my father's business!
Steve: Hehehe... but you do. You know the combo to his safe. the one in his office, you know the type. All I have to do is radio my buddy and he'll check it out. 30 minutes later, if you're not lying, I'll be 100k richer. If not... you'll be... much less happy.
Mary: what do you mean?!?!
Steve: Torture my dear.
Mary: you'll never beat it out of me! I won't tell!
Steve: Beat it? how awful. no, you see, I prefer to tickle it out of you.
*Mary realizes this isn't scripted. uh-oh*
Mary: But... Steve...... I'm not ticklish...
*Steve, currently standing at the foot of the bed, walks up to Mary's head and pulls out a needle*
Steve: We'll fix that. gargalesiox *injects something into Mary*. A drug made by a certain company belonging to a certain Mary's father. How ironic eh?
Mary: STEVE! what the hell are you... do... *feels drowsy*
Steve: It's a really wondrous drug. It makes the user, or victim, for lack of a better term, woozy. They cannot focus at all. However...
*Steve lightly walks his fingers up Mary's feet. Mary's eyes widen and she is completely still*
Any tickling done on the victim will make them focus soley on the tickling, and that's it. Science is great, huh?
Mary: Steve... If yooooou...
Steve: ah ah ah! Pay attention now!
*Steve attacks Mary's ribs by tickling her vicously. Screams of delight follow.*
Mary: NONONNOONNO AHHAHHHHHHAHA! STTTEEEEEEEEEVE! KNOCk IT OFFFFFFFF!
Steve: Well! quite ticklish in the ribs huh my dear!
Mary: NO!!!!
Steve: hmmmm... I seem to remember you giggling when I grabbed your thigh once... or was that just noise from your parent's sofa?
Mary: Steve... You're breaking characteeer...
Steve: don't care. *Steve pinches and releases Mary's thigh several times. Mary squeals viciously.*
MARY: SHIIIIIIT! *Mary begins to throw her pelvis into the air, struggling to get free! LEEETT ME GOOOOOOO! ARRRRRGH!
Steve: WOW! Guess I wasn't paranoid! *Steve begins to pinch Mary's other thigh simeltaniously. Every muscle in her body throbs and struggles with euphoria, along with thoughts of escape.*
Mary: STEEEEEEVE! I CAN'T... EVEN... BREEEEEeeeeeaathe... trr...treee...
Steve: *recognizing the safeword* alright, I'll give you a break. *thirty seconds pass. Mary is drenched in sweat. She is breathing loudly, and the drug has only weared off a little.* You're done Mary?
Mary: Ste...ve...
Steve: yeah?
Mary: You.... forgot... my... feet...
Steve: *smiles from cheek to cheek* but of course! *brushes her soles with his fingers* I'll get that code yet!
Mary: he...ehehehe....heee hehee...
Steve: *Steve's fingers begin to dance viciously on her left sole.* Alright, left sole...
Mary: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I HAD NO IDEEEEEEA IT WASSS LIKE THIIIISS! STTAAAAAHhHHHHHP!
Steve: great reaction! alright, the right. *Steve dances all ten fingers all over Mary's right sole.*
MARY: SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! STEEEVEEEEE NOOOOOOOO! OH MY FUCKIIIING GAAAAAWWWWWD!
Steve: damn! a righty to the end! Wonder what happens when we combine the effects... *Steve places both hands on both of Mary's feet and begins tickling. Mary's eyes fly open further than what is probably healthy, and begins to shuffle all over the bed.*
Mary: NOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN FEEELLL THAT SO BADDDDLY! AHHHHH! I CAN'T...EVEN...THINKKKKKK!
Steve: That's the point my dear!
Mary: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! STOOOOOP GOODD...FUCKING....AHHHHH!
Steve: Why? I'm having the time of my life! by the way, another hour till the serum wears off.
Mary: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
an hour passes. Each of Mary's even slightly ticklish areas were exposed. Steve sits at the end of the bed as Mary considers the role play.
Steve: Thanks for trying it out hon. I'm really glad you wanted to try it.
Mary: So am I.
Steve: Oh?
Mary: I think I found my fetish.
Steve: *Steve smiles and kisses her forehead* I'm glad.
Mary: But Steve?
Steve: Yeah?
Mary: Next time, I'm stealing your dad's safe code.
Steve: *smiling* fine.
*THE END*
well, not my best work, and definitley a bit bizarre, but I liked the idea and had to get it off my chest. What do you think?
Unfortunatley, that was 11 years ago.
Now Steve's 31, and Mary's 30. Still young, of course, and still loving each other. Of course, it's that sort of love where they have dinner together after work, nto the kind of love where they have "burn 20 calories a minute" sex every day after work. That love is gone. And the sex ain't too great when it does happen.
But they're trying to make it work; after all they still love each other. And now, they're delving deep into the cellar's of their minds. They're uprooting fetishes, the kind they've forgotten about, or just never knew about. Mary was always a sheltered child; she hadn't found anything that turned her on more than normal sex. Steve... well, Steve discovered something. Bondage is fun. and Mary knows. What she doesn't know... is he loves tickling even more.
Tonight's the night. Mary lays with her wrists tied to the bed, completely naked. She figured Steve would leave the heels on; she thought she saw his eyes light up when they tried the shoe fetish. Guess not though. Nonetheless, Steve walks in. Both Mary and Steve took a second to remember the "scene" for tonight, and summoned their High School theater training to help them through it.
*Steve walks in, slowly*
Mary: Oh no! who are you? what are you going to do to me?
Steve: Mary my dear... don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just need some information from you.
Mary: I don't know anything about my father's business!
Steve: Hehehe... but you do. You know the combo to his safe. the one in his office, you know the type. All I have to do is radio my buddy and he'll check it out. 30 minutes later, if you're not lying, I'll be 100k richer. If not... you'll be... much less happy.
Mary: what do you mean?!?!
Steve: Torture my dear.
Mary: you'll never beat it out of me! I won't tell!
Steve: Beat it? how awful. no, you see, I prefer to tickle it out of you.
*Mary realizes this isn't scripted. uh-oh*
Mary: But... Steve...... I'm not ticklish...
*Steve, currently standing at the foot of the bed, walks up to Mary's head and pulls out a needle*
Steve: We'll fix that. gargalesiox *injects something into Mary*. A drug made by a certain company belonging to a certain Mary's father. How ironic eh?
Mary: STEVE! what the hell are you... do... *feels drowsy*
Steve: It's a really wondrous drug. It makes the user, or victim, for lack of a better term, woozy. They cannot focus at all. However...
*Steve lightly walks his fingers up Mary's feet. Mary's eyes widen and she is completely still*
Any tickling done on the victim will make them focus soley on the tickling, and that's it. Science is great, huh?
Mary: Steve... If yooooou...
Steve: ah ah ah! Pay attention now!
*Steve attacks Mary's ribs by tickling her vicously. Screams of delight follow.*
Mary: NONONNOONNO AHHAHHHHHHAHA! STTTEEEEEEEEEVE! KNOCk IT OFFFFFFFF!
Steve: Well! quite ticklish in the ribs huh my dear!
Mary: NO!!!!
Steve: hmmmm... I seem to remember you giggling when I grabbed your thigh once... or was that just noise from your parent's sofa?
Mary: Steve... You're breaking characteeer...
Steve: don't care. *Steve pinches and releases Mary's thigh several times. Mary squeals viciously.*
MARY: SHIIIIIIT! *Mary begins to throw her pelvis into the air, struggling to get free! LEEETT ME GOOOOOOO! ARRRRRGH!
Steve: WOW! Guess I wasn't paranoid! *Steve begins to pinch Mary's other thigh simeltaniously. Every muscle in her body throbs and struggles with euphoria, along with thoughts of escape.*
Mary: STEEEEEEVE! I CAN'T... EVEN... BREEEEEeeeeeaathe... trr...treee...
Steve: *recognizing the safeword* alright, I'll give you a break. *thirty seconds pass. Mary is drenched in sweat. She is breathing loudly, and the drug has only weared off a little.* You're done Mary?
Mary: Ste...ve...
Steve: yeah?
Mary: You.... forgot... my... feet...
Steve: *smiles from cheek to cheek* but of course! *brushes her soles with his fingers* I'll get that code yet!
Mary: he...ehehehe....heee hehee...
Steve: *Steve's fingers begin to dance viciously on her left sole.* Alright, left sole...
Mary: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I HAD NO IDEEEEEEA IT WASSS LIKE THIIIISS! STTAAAAAHhHHHHHP!
Steve: great reaction! alright, the right. *Steve dances all ten fingers all over Mary's right sole.*
MARY: SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! STEEEVEEEEE NOOOOOOOO! OH MY FUCKIIIING GAAAAAWWWWWD!
Steve: damn! a righty to the end! Wonder what happens when we combine the effects... *Steve places both hands on both of Mary's feet and begins tickling. Mary's eyes fly open further than what is probably healthy, and begins to shuffle all over the bed.*
Mary: NOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN FEEELLL THAT SO BADDDDLY! AHHHHH! I CAN'T...EVEN...THINKKKKKK!
Steve: That's the point my dear!
Mary: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! STOOOOOP GOODD...FUCKING....AHHHHH!
Steve: Why? I'm having the time of my life! by the way, another hour till the serum wears off.
Mary: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
an hour passes. Each of Mary's even slightly ticklish areas were exposed. Steve sits at the end of the bed as Mary considers the role play.
Steve: Thanks for trying it out hon. I'm really glad you wanted to try it.
Mary: So am I.
Steve: Oh?
Mary: I think I found my fetish.
Steve: *Steve smiles and kisses her forehead* I'm glad.
Mary: But Steve?
Steve: Yeah?
Mary: Next time, I'm stealing your dad's safe code.
Steve: *smiling* fine.
*THE END*
well, not my best work, and definitley a bit bizarre, but I liked the idea and had to get it off my chest. What do you think?
