DominaKatie
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I can't say I've ever had the urge to be tickled. Being female, my preferences have been largely ignored by playful guys. Usually just poking me in the sides. Being a Domme(switch), I haven't really had the urge to be tied up either. Recently, my boy got in a mood and I was inclined to indulge him. More happened that night, but this is an excerpt from our night:
It was almost 1am and the only light in the room came streaming in from street lamps through a single window above the bed. I was naked, save for my pink cotton panties. He walked around to all four corners and gently tied my wrists and ankles down, spread eagle. I had no more than a couple inches of rope to move with.
Once we were situated, he kissed ne as he trailed his hands down over my body. His fingers brushed my shoulders, down my sides. His touch just light enough to tickle, not hard enough to make me laugh. He then started experimenting with what would make me giggle for him.
His fingers moved back up to my sides, digging in and making me shriek, I pulled tight against the ropes trying to squirm away. "No, no, no! Stop, it tickles, please!" I begged him and he ignored my cries. His fingers moved up towards my armpits and I got louder, tried to shift my weight and move him away.
He only laughed at me and continued. He began asking me where my ticklish spots were. "Tell me." he said as his fingers continued to torture my sides, up and down. I got the impression that if I didn't tell him he would just continue to drive me insane in that one spot, not moving until I safeworded. I relented.
"My sides! My armpits, I think my feet. That's all." I was laughing nonstop. He smirked as he made his way down my body. I was surprised as he started on the backs of my knees. "How about here?" he asked as he started in eagerly. I giggled and tried to move away. "Yes, but it's more sensitive than ticklish."
He continued down and I realized that he was headed to my feet. I was worried. I had reason to be. He immediately dug in with no mercy. Using his fingers to graze over my arches, both vertically and horizontally. Up and down, he dug his fingers in more firmly and went up under my toes. I could not keep still, and I know the neighbors could hear me.
Unrelenting, he kept at it until I was begging him to stop again. I was tugging on the ropes, scrunching my feet. Trying to hide my toes so he couldn't get at them. It was futile. He didn't stop until he was ready to. He ran his hands over my legs, up my thighs. There was a chill in the room now, the window being half open to let in the cool night air. His hands grazed my breasts, my nipples peaked from the chill and excitement. I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time.
The entire thing didn't last more than 45 mintues, but he worked me over quite well. I can't say I'll have a craving for another tickling session, but the experience was definitely worth having!
It was almost 1am and the only light in the room came streaming in from street lamps through a single window above the bed. I was naked, save for my pink cotton panties. He walked around to all four corners and gently tied my wrists and ankles down, spread eagle. I had no more than a couple inches of rope to move with.
Once we were situated, he kissed ne as he trailed his hands down over my body. His fingers brushed my shoulders, down my sides. His touch just light enough to tickle, not hard enough to make me laugh. He then started experimenting with what would make me giggle for him.
His fingers moved back up to my sides, digging in and making me shriek, I pulled tight against the ropes trying to squirm away. "No, no, no! Stop, it tickles, please!" I begged him and he ignored my cries. His fingers moved up towards my armpits and I got louder, tried to shift my weight and move him away.
He only laughed at me and continued. He began asking me where my ticklish spots were. "Tell me." he said as his fingers continued to torture my sides, up and down. I got the impression that if I didn't tell him he would just continue to drive me insane in that one spot, not moving until I safeworded. I relented.
"My sides! My armpits, I think my feet. That's all." I was laughing nonstop. He smirked as he made his way down my body. I was surprised as he started on the backs of my knees. "How about here?" he asked as he started in eagerly. I giggled and tried to move away. "Yes, but it's more sensitive than ticklish."
He continued down and I realized that he was headed to my feet. I was worried. I had reason to be. He immediately dug in with no mercy. Using his fingers to graze over my arches, both vertically and horizontally. Up and down, he dug his fingers in more firmly and went up under my toes. I could not keep still, and I know the neighbors could hear me.
Unrelenting, he kept at it until I was begging him to stop again. I was tugging on the ropes, scrunching my feet. Trying to hide my toes so he couldn't get at them. It was futile. He didn't stop until he was ready to. He ran his hands over my legs, up my thighs. There was a chill in the room now, the window being half open to let in the cool night air. His hands grazed my breasts, my nipples peaked from the chill and excitement. I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time.
The entire thing didn't last more than 45 mintues, but he worked me over quite well. I can't say I'll have a craving for another tickling session, but the experience was definitely worth having!
If you take revenge on him, then please post that story here, too. 
