Barbara was giving Mary a frightful tickling and it was getting me kind of excited. Of all the woman who have tickled me I was thinking she was the most skilled and effective. Barbara continued her skilled torture of Mary's ribs and underarms. Mary had grown into a very skilled tickler but she herself was prone to be thrown into hysterics by her mother Stella and occasionally her girlfriend Kay (another story). Barbara worked Mary over for a few minutes telling her it was just to show her who was the best . I was tied into Barbara's homemade contraption , quite horny and helpless. After a few minutes Barbara gave Mary a break and told her to go back tickle/torturing Bob. Mary dusted herself off and looked at Barbara with awe and respect. I knew Bob was really going to get it now. After Mary gets tickled, she turns into a more ruthless tickler herself.
Barbara came back over to where she had skillfully secured me. I was really loving how this weekend was going. She stood with hands on hips, smiling down. "I figured you would like that," she quipped. "You must be even harder now. Now I have tickled the whole family but we have to get back to you. As you will see soon my whole family is into the art of tickling but it is the female side that dominates and always will. One afternoon while the men were watching the Patriots game, we decided we were not going to be ignored anymore. We fed them and gave them cold beers. Little did they know we slipped some drugs into their beer that made them very tired and sluggish. Later that day, we tied them to the beds and tickled the shit out of them. It was the dawn of a new day. Now, I dominate Bob by tickling him and our daughter Melinda dominates her husband Andy by tickling him. From what I hear Mary is starting to take over by tickling you into submission on a regular basis". I couldn't believe what Barbara was telling me. Bob was a Navy aviator and a decorated pilot in combat. I guess he was always in control and had a deep need to be dominated in this manner. At least it was pretty harmless. Their marriage seemed good. and there are worse fetishes than tickling.
Barbara smiled down at me again. . I heard in the background Bob's screams as Mary was working over his pits in a skilled manner. She was very good there knowing how to apply the perfect amount of pressure. I love how she tortures her girlfriend Cathy that way, but that was for another time. Barbara began by blowing rasburries on my stomach. She continued all the way up to my nipples , and began gently nibbling on them. This took me to the point of agony. '"Please god no Barbara. anywhere but there", I cried out. This five foot four inch slightly over weight woman with glasses was capable of torturing a man with very little effort. I had to admire her. Barbara continued the pressure on my nipples and began tickling my pits. I could hear Bob's cries about 20 feet away as Mary was really finding a way to just devastate my old friend and war hero. As usual, The tickling had me in a mood for sex. Barbara laughed and said "you guys get so turned on by this. We found a perfect way to control you." Just then, the door to the barn opened and in walked a pretty blond woman about 23, with a decent looking guy with his hands tied in front of him. It didn't take a genius to see it was Melinda and Andy. Barbara laughed and said, 'Tie him to the usual spot. I will come over and help after I have left this one a complete wreck. He (Andy) didn't give me enough compliments on dinner the other night, so he needs a reminder or two that will help him next time." Melinda marched her husband to the back of the barn. There was another contraption identical to the one I was secured in. This was some scenario. A family dominated by woman who control their men by tickling them. I wondered briefly what would be if the whole country was like this.
Thankfully, Barbara gave me a break. She allowed me to swallow some water. She looked down at my helpless bare feet. 'Remember in college, I tickled your feet after you woke up from a nap. You looked like you really enjoyed that, then. Let's see what I can do now". In the interim another couple came in. This poor guy had a slightly red bottom and had his hands secured behind him. The small red headed woman giggled that Bart had pleaded for a spanking instead of being tickled and she obliged. Sex had then commenced, But Bart had apparently ejaculated too soon. Cousin Abby was going to tickle Bart in the contraption, and then the whole story would play itself out again. Barbara told Abby to put Bart in the number 4 contraption. It was incredible that they had a system. Barbara had designed the tickle traps, as they were called. A woman contractor had actually built them as she had constructed one for her boyfriend. Barbara told me this as she skillfully drew circles on the soles of my feet.
I told her that I badly wanted to have sex with her. "That's the beauty of this, you get your man horny as hell. I will oblige you eventually. but the penalty for coming too quickly is a return to the stocks". Well, Bart didn't look to upset at being put back there and I really wanted to have a go with Barbara. It seemed like she was the mother of tickling in new England. I could hear Bob and his son in law laughing and pleading. Abby was still talking to Bart telling him how he was going to be punished and he was pleading for mercy. Obviously, the poor bastard was going to enjoy his torment.
Barbara continued the ticklish attack. She rubbed some lotion on the balls of by feet. She began nibbling my toes gently and then without warning, started a furious spider tickling of both my feet. By now, the other three couples were in full go again. I heard the other men screaming and laughing. I didn't have the energy to look over and see who was getting what. But for men, this weekend was a ticklish situation. Barbara continued until I was too tired to plead anymore. She let me rest for 10 minutes and took off all the restraints. I was pulled to my feet and she ushered me out of the barn. I was getting my strength back and began kissing her. We made it back the house where we fell onto the coach . I pulled off all her clothes. Somehow, I found the energy to get out of mine. She laughingly told me I had better be good or the ticking would be more severe next time. I tried not to explode into her so quickly, as I gently would enter her and withdraw. Ii was doing fine until she bit my ear gently, and whispered that a good old fashioned paddling was also a good way to control a man. I exploded deep inside her. I asked if I had done enough to 'not be punished again." She laughed and said I would be put into a different contraption. She said '"your tickling weekend has just begun." I had to admit that the men in her family had it very good.
The next night when Mary and I drove home, we could easily agree that was one of our favorite weekends. .
Barbara came back over to where she had skillfully secured me. I was really loving how this weekend was going. She stood with hands on hips, smiling down. "I figured you would like that," she quipped. "You must be even harder now. Now I have tickled the whole family but we have to get back to you. As you will see soon my whole family is into the art of tickling but it is the female side that dominates and always will. One afternoon while the men were watching the Patriots game, we decided we were not going to be ignored anymore. We fed them and gave them cold beers. Little did they know we slipped some drugs into their beer that made them very tired and sluggish. Later that day, we tied them to the beds and tickled the shit out of them. It was the dawn of a new day. Now, I dominate Bob by tickling him and our daughter Melinda dominates her husband Andy by tickling him. From what I hear Mary is starting to take over by tickling you into submission on a regular basis". I couldn't believe what Barbara was telling me. Bob was a Navy aviator and a decorated pilot in combat. I guess he was always in control and had a deep need to be dominated in this manner. At least it was pretty harmless. Their marriage seemed good. and there are worse fetishes than tickling.
Barbara smiled down at me again. . I heard in the background Bob's screams as Mary was working over his pits in a skilled manner. She was very good there knowing how to apply the perfect amount of pressure. I love how she tortures her girlfriend Cathy that way, but that was for another time. Barbara began by blowing rasburries on my stomach. She continued all the way up to my nipples , and began gently nibbling on them. This took me to the point of agony. '"Please god no Barbara. anywhere but there", I cried out. This five foot four inch slightly over weight woman with glasses was capable of torturing a man with very little effort. I had to admire her. Barbara continued the pressure on my nipples and began tickling my pits. I could hear Bob's cries about 20 feet away as Mary was really finding a way to just devastate my old friend and war hero. As usual, The tickling had me in a mood for sex. Barbara laughed and said "you guys get so turned on by this. We found a perfect way to control you." Just then, the door to the barn opened and in walked a pretty blond woman about 23, with a decent looking guy with his hands tied in front of him. It didn't take a genius to see it was Melinda and Andy. Barbara laughed and said, 'Tie him to the usual spot. I will come over and help after I have left this one a complete wreck. He (Andy) didn't give me enough compliments on dinner the other night, so he needs a reminder or two that will help him next time." Melinda marched her husband to the back of the barn. There was another contraption identical to the one I was secured in. This was some scenario. A family dominated by woman who control their men by tickling them. I wondered briefly what would be if the whole country was like this.
Thankfully, Barbara gave me a break. She allowed me to swallow some water. She looked down at my helpless bare feet. 'Remember in college, I tickled your feet after you woke up from a nap. You looked like you really enjoyed that, then. Let's see what I can do now". In the interim another couple came in. This poor guy had a slightly red bottom and had his hands secured behind him. The small red headed woman giggled that Bart had pleaded for a spanking instead of being tickled and she obliged. Sex had then commenced, But Bart had apparently ejaculated too soon. Cousin Abby was going to tickle Bart in the contraption, and then the whole story would play itself out again. Barbara told Abby to put Bart in the number 4 contraption. It was incredible that they had a system. Barbara had designed the tickle traps, as they were called. A woman contractor had actually built them as she had constructed one for her boyfriend. Barbara told me this as she skillfully drew circles on the soles of my feet.
I told her that I badly wanted to have sex with her. "That's the beauty of this, you get your man horny as hell. I will oblige you eventually. but the penalty for coming too quickly is a return to the stocks". Well, Bart didn't look to upset at being put back there and I really wanted to have a go with Barbara. It seemed like she was the mother of tickling in new England. I could hear Bob and his son in law laughing and pleading. Abby was still talking to Bart telling him how he was going to be punished and he was pleading for mercy. Obviously, the poor bastard was going to enjoy his torment.
Barbara continued the ticklish attack. She rubbed some lotion on the balls of by feet. She began nibbling my toes gently and then without warning, started a furious spider tickling of both my feet. By now, the other three couples were in full go again. I heard the other men screaming and laughing. I didn't have the energy to look over and see who was getting what. But for men, this weekend was a ticklish situation. Barbara continued until I was too tired to plead anymore. She let me rest for 10 minutes and took off all the restraints. I was pulled to my feet and she ushered me out of the barn. I was getting my strength back and began kissing her. We made it back the house where we fell onto the coach . I pulled off all her clothes. Somehow, I found the energy to get out of mine. She laughingly told me I had better be good or the ticking would be more severe next time. I tried not to explode into her so quickly, as I gently would enter her and withdraw. Ii was doing fine until she bit my ear gently, and whispered that a good old fashioned paddling was also a good way to control a man. I exploded deep inside her. I asked if I had done enough to 'not be punished again." She laughed and said I would be put into a different contraption. She said '"your tickling weekend has just begun." I had to admit that the men in her family had it very good.
The next night when Mary and I drove home, we could easily agree that was one of our favorite weekends. .
