melonboobs
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In 1970 skinny women were fashionable in popular culture. Ellen was well aware of this and she thought she was unattractive because she was short and chubby. Few men asked her out on a date, and she was lonely. She refused to accept the hippies on the scene then. So when she saw Mark, a straight-laced old fashioned guy, alone at the Christmas office party she offered herself to him but expected rejection. He surprised her by asking for her phone number, and later shocked her by actually calling and setting up a date. Within a month they were sleeping together.
Mark didn't realize that subconsciously he accepted Ellen because she was the kind of low status woman he could dominate. This manifested itself one day when during foreplay he couldn't control his desire to tickle her. He wanted to make her feel helpless.
Ellen felt tickled and feared she would embarrass herself by laughing. By attempting to hold in her giggle, the opposite occurred and she let out a shrill one. She realized Mark was deliberately tickling her. She grabbed his hands, stopping the unexpected attack. He pinned her hands down and licked her neck and Ellen broke down into hysterical laughter. Feeling helpless made her pussy moisten considerably. She enjoyed her submissive position because she liked having someone paying attention to her and molesting her in such a manner made her feel like she mattered.
For the next year Ellen knew that foreplay meant she would be getting tickled. She loved Mark and would've allowed him to do anything to her, so she was glad that his unusual desire was simply tickling, and she even liked it. Her laughter filled their bedroom almost every night. He was so much stronger than her that he could pin both her hands with his elbow while he tickled her armpits with his other hand. Once, he used an electric toothbrush on her nipple and that not only tickled like mad but it excited her pussy.
They became engaged and began looking for a house. Mark insisted on getting a house with a basement and after a day of house hunting they went to bed in her apartment, and he told her why. He was going to turn the basement into a tickle dungeon where he would keep Ellen tied up for frequent tickling. Ellen imagined this and was both a little scared but aroused.
Ellen's relationship with Mark raised her self-esteem, and she began to carry herself with more confidence. One night, when Mark was tickling her, she tickled him back for the first time. She found the right spot--the area between his lower belly and groin, and he laughed, much to her delight. She had been contemplating tickling him back for quite some time and finally had had the nerve. Mark discovered that getting tickled made him feel more excited than being the tickler, but he kept this to himself at first.
As the wedding date approached, Ellen started losing weight, so she could get in a much smaller wedding dress. Her figure gradually transformed and after a strict 6 week diet, she had a perfect measurement of 36-24-36. It was during this transformation when Mark asked Ellen to sit on him. He declared that he was not ticklish, knowing this would bait her into tickling him again. Within minutes it was confirmed--getting tickled excited him more than being the tickler. Ellen told Mark he was just as ticklish as she was. She felt equal to him...her inferiority complex disappeared.
They enjoyed tickle fights in the weeks leading up to the wedding. Now, the bedroom was filled with the sound of both of them laughing. But Ellen seemed to be gaining the upper hand. She imagined being the dominant one during their future lifelong marriage. She was aroused at the thought of bossing Mark around.
A few days before the wedding, Ellen's figure had reached her perfect measurements. She turned men's head when she walked down the office hall or the streets, and Mark liked staring at her naked body in the bedroom. They were scheduled to move into their house after their honeymoon, and Mark had purchased ropes for the tickle dungeon. Though they still stayed in Ellen's apartment, Mark had planned to tie Ellen to the bed as a sort of pre-dungeon practice. But when he showed her the ropes, he asked her to tie him up instead. Ellen smiled, so happy that she was in complete control of their relationship.
Mark felt helpless as Ellen had him spread-eagled to the bed. His entire body was just an extension of his excited erection. Ellen alternated tickling the area between his thighs and groin and his underarms. She kept asking over and over "WHO is going to keep WHO in the tickle dungeon?" She tickled his lower belly, his butt, his feet, his testicles. Finally, Mark confessed. Ellen was going to keep HIM in the tickle dungeon for the rest of his life. Ellen felt superior. She kissed and hugged her pleasantly broken man.
Mark didn't realize that subconsciously he accepted Ellen because she was the kind of low status woman he could dominate. This manifested itself one day when during foreplay he couldn't control his desire to tickle her. He wanted to make her feel helpless.
Ellen felt tickled and feared she would embarrass herself by laughing. By attempting to hold in her giggle, the opposite occurred and she let out a shrill one. She realized Mark was deliberately tickling her. She grabbed his hands, stopping the unexpected attack. He pinned her hands down and licked her neck and Ellen broke down into hysterical laughter. Feeling helpless made her pussy moisten considerably. She enjoyed her submissive position because she liked having someone paying attention to her and molesting her in such a manner made her feel like she mattered.
For the next year Ellen knew that foreplay meant she would be getting tickled. She loved Mark and would've allowed him to do anything to her, so she was glad that his unusual desire was simply tickling, and she even liked it. Her laughter filled their bedroom almost every night. He was so much stronger than her that he could pin both her hands with his elbow while he tickled her armpits with his other hand. Once, he used an electric toothbrush on her nipple and that not only tickled like mad but it excited her pussy.
They became engaged and began looking for a house. Mark insisted on getting a house with a basement and after a day of house hunting they went to bed in her apartment, and he told her why. He was going to turn the basement into a tickle dungeon where he would keep Ellen tied up for frequent tickling. Ellen imagined this and was both a little scared but aroused.
Ellen's relationship with Mark raised her self-esteem, and she began to carry herself with more confidence. One night, when Mark was tickling her, she tickled him back for the first time. She found the right spot--the area between his lower belly and groin, and he laughed, much to her delight. She had been contemplating tickling him back for quite some time and finally had had the nerve. Mark discovered that getting tickled made him feel more excited than being the tickler, but he kept this to himself at first.
As the wedding date approached, Ellen started losing weight, so she could get in a much smaller wedding dress. Her figure gradually transformed and after a strict 6 week diet, she had a perfect measurement of 36-24-36. It was during this transformation when Mark asked Ellen to sit on him. He declared that he was not ticklish, knowing this would bait her into tickling him again. Within minutes it was confirmed--getting tickled excited him more than being the tickler. Ellen told Mark he was just as ticklish as she was. She felt equal to him...her inferiority complex disappeared.
They enjoyed tickle fights in the weeks leading up to the wedding. Now, the bedroom was filled with the sound of both of them laughing. But Ellen seemed to be gaining the upper hand. She imagined being the dominant one during their future lifelong marriage. She was aroused at the thought of bossing Mark around.
A few days before the wedding, Ellen's figure had reached her perfect measurements. She turned men's head when she walked down the office hall or the streets, and Mark liked staring at her naked body in the bedroom. They were scheduled to move into their house after their honeymoon, and Mark had purchased ropes for the tickle dungeon. Though they still stayed in Ellen's apartment, Mark had planned to tie Ellen to the bed as a sort of pre-dungeon practice. But when he showed her the ropes, he asked her to tie him up instead. Ellen smiled, so happy that she was in complete control of their relationship.
Mark felt helpless as Ellen had him spread-eagled to the bed. His entire body was just an extension of his excited erection. Ellen alternated tickling the area between his thighs and groin and his underarms. She kept asking over and over "WHO is going to keep WHO in the tickle dungeon?" She tickled his lower belly, his butt, his feet, his testicles. Finally, Mark confessed. Ellen was going to keep HIM in the tickle dungeon for the rest of his life. Ellen felt superior. She kissed and hugged her pleasantly broken man.
