[This is a ticklish fictional account of TMF member Tiffany's day at the shopping mall.]
After weeks of cold, damp winter weather, Tiffany wakes up to a sunny, warm day. She decides to head to the shopping mall. And since it's finally summer-like weather, why not do some teasing as long as she's going to be in public? Eagerly anticipating the heads she's going to turn, Tiffany digs out her most eye-popping halter-top and short shorts, as well as her sexiest sandals.
The sun's blazing as Tiffany parks her car in a great spot at the mall. It's at least 80 degrees, but even hotter is how Tiffany looks in her summer clothes. Walking store to store in those tight shorts - thong underwear showing, of course - and revealing top, she loves driving all the men crazy, and making the other women jealous!
After a couple of hours, Tiffany decides she's broken enough hearts and strolls back to the parking lot. But as she approaches her car, she sees Em Es, mall security guard, directing a tow truck to her automobile!
"What's going on?" Tiffany asks.
"Sorry, young lady," I say. "But you weren't here to answer, so I had to call the tow truck."
Tiffany asks, "Answer what?!"
I say, "You are in an illegal parking spot. Read the sign and, if you want the other option, I will call off the tow truck."
Tiffany glances at the sign and reads the words aloud, "'No parking. Violators towed or ticketed.'"
Turning to me, Tiffany says, "OK, tell the tow truck driver to leave. I will do the other."
I wave off the tow truck. Tiffany's already ignoring me, figuring she will tear up the ticket and that will be the end of it. To her surprise, I walk behind her and handcuff her wrists behind her back.
Now I've got her attention. Startled, Tiffany asks, "What are you doing?"
As I start leading Tiffany back towards the mall, I say, "Maybe you better read that sign one more time."
Tiffany again reads the sign by parking spot she took. The sign actually says: NO PARKING. VIOLATORS TOWED OR TICKLED.
"Oh my goodness," Tiffany says. As I take her to my office, she pleads, "I changed my mind, Mr. Security Guard. Call back the tow truck!"
"It's too late," I answer, smiling. "And I have to uphold the rules, young lady."
Back in the mall, I take Tiffany to my office. We pass my desk and walk to the connecting holding/interrogation room. As I close the door, Tiffany eyes widen at the sight of a sturdy set of leg stocks.
"Too many people try running away," I explain as I seat Tiffany and lock her ankles in the stocks. "This will keep you."
There Tiffany sits, hands cuffed behind her back. Her tight, sexy stomach looks so good I decide to start her punishment there.
As if she had already forgotten why I apprehended her, Tiffany asks, "What are you doing?," as I step behind her and reach around to her bare, helpless midsection. I dance my fingertips on her belly and sides. Tiffany reacts as if electricity is surging through her, bending forwards and swaying side to side, laughing and begging me to stop!
"Ha-ha-ha-ha," Tiffany laughs, "Oh! Hee-hee-hee-hee. Stop! Oh, please, stop tickling my stomach!"
"Well, young lady, what about your back?" Before she can answer, my fingernails glide up and down her mostly bare back, which is covered only a little by her halter top ties.
"Eeeeeeeeee," Tiffany squeals, squirming and shrugging her shoulders. She shivers and laughs as goosebumps break out all over.
After a few more minutes of tickling Tiffany's torso and back, I stop and pick up the Security Manual.
"Why are you reading that?" Tiffany asks as she catches her breath after all those tickles.
"I'm checking the mall code to make sure I didn't miss anything" I say.
"OK, here it is," I say, pointing to the page. "It says, 'Violators who opt for tickling instead of towing shall be tickled above the waist.' I wanted to make sure I followed procedures."
"Whew," Tiffany says, relieved the tickling is over - or so she thinks. She looks at me as if it's time to be released.
"No so fast," I say. "There's more. It also says, 'Violators who are teasers shall also have their feet tickled, so next time they will remember to walk a little to get to the mall instead of illegally parking.'"
I smile and pull up a chair by Tiffany's feet, which are held so securely in place by the stocks. While dreading what's about to happen, Tiffany starts laughing even as I remove her sandals.
My fingertips gently touch Tiffany's bare feet. Her laughter quickly becomes screams as she frantically pushes one ticklish sole in front of the other, vainly trying to block my tickling fingers.
Picking up the pace, I dig my fingertips further into Tiffany's bare feet. She screams even louder! "Aaaaaaah, ohmygoodness, no! No! No! Nooooooooooooooo,ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Tiffany would beg for mercy if she could form the words through her laughter and yelling.
Suddenly I hear knocking on my office door. I excuse myself and close the holding/interrogation room door behind me, leaving Tiffany, hands still cuffed behind her back and ankles still locked in the stocks, alone.
As she recuperates from the feet tickling, Tiffany hears me talking to three girls on the other side of the holding/interrogation room door. In an instant, she recognizes the voices - it's her friends Annie, Judy, and Paige!
"Annie? Judy? Paige?" Tiffany yells. "Is that you?! It's me, Tiffany! You know - Tiffer! Can you get me out of here?!"
No one answers. Tiffany struggles to hear what we're saying.
"So you think that's your friend in there?" she hears me say. "You heard she was arrested by security?"
More conversation, difficult to understand, follows. Then Tiffany hears laughter. Evil-sounding laughing. She starts to worry.
Each second alone, wondering what the girls and I are saying, feels like an hour. Tiffany is about to burst from impatience when finally the door opens. I walk in with a look of amused anticipation on my face. Now Tiffany's REALLY worried.
"Young lady, it turns out your friends Annie, Judy and Paige came to the mall, too," I say. "They had dropped by your place to invite you to join them. Then they heard you had already gone out. Next thing they knew, there was girl teasing up the mall and getting apprehended by security. So they added two plus two and came to see if you were in my office."
Tiffany starts to speak, hoping the girls will get her out of this. But before she can say something, I step back and say, "Ladies, please come in and see your friend."
Annie, Judy and Paige enter the room, looking both annoyed and pleased to see Tiffany, their friend, looking so vulnerable, handcuffed and seated in the leg stocks.
Suddenly Tiffany is not sure what to say.
I continue, "Young lady, when I told your friends what I caught you doing, it upset them. You didn't invite them to go out teasing and shopping with them. So they feel like you ditched them to have all the fun - and get all the attention without them competing with you. Plus they had one less person to share the expenses of getting here."
Tiffany again starts to speak but I cut her off.
"Now this mall has rules about illegal parking and teasing. But you are lucky nonetheless."
Tiffany asks, "Because my friends forgive me for ditching them, right?"
Now Annie, Judy and Paige start to smile broadly. I once again speak for them.
"I'll put it this way, young lady. Your friends are going to show you what they bought at the mall today while you were getting arrested."
I step away. Annie, Judy and Paige reach into their shopping bags and pull out an assortment of feathers they purchased at the mall's new Ostrich Shop.
A look of panic sweeps across Tiffany's face. Now Tiffany's girlfriends are going to teach her a lesson in sharing she will never forget.
After weeks of cold, damp winter weather, Tiffany wakes up to a sunny, warm day. She decides to head to the shopping mall. And since it's finally summer-like weather, why not do some teasing as long as she's going to be in public? Eagerly anticipating the heads she's going to turn, Tiffany digs out her most eye-popping halter-top and short shorts, as well as her sexiest sandals.
The sun's blazing as Tiffany parks her car in a great spot at the mall. It's at least 80 degrees, but even hotter is how Tiffany looks in her summer clothes. Walking store to store in those tight shorts - thong underwear showing, of course - and revealing top, she loves driving all the men crazy, and making the other women jealous!
After a couple of hours, Tiffany decides she's broken enough hearts and strolls back to the parking lot. But as she approaches her car, she sees Em Es, mall security guard, directing a tow truck to her automobile!
"What's going on?" Tiffany asks.
"Sorry, young lady," I say. "But you weren't here to answer, so I had to call the tow truck."
Tiffany asks, "Answer what?!"
I say, "You are in an illegal parking spot. Read the sign and, if you want the other option, I will call off the tow truck."
Tiffany glances at the sign and reads the words aloud, "'No parking. Violators towed or ticketed.'"
Turning to me, Tiffany says, "OK, tell the tow truck driver to leave. I will do the other."
I wave off the tow truck. Tiffany's already ignoring me, figuring she will tear up the ticket and that will be the end of it. To her surprise, I walk behind her and handcuff her wrists behind her back.
Now I've got her attention. Startled, Tiffany asks, "What are you doing?"
As I start leading Tiffany back towards the mall, I say, "Maybe you better read that sign one more time."
Tiffany again reads the sign by parking spot she took. The sign actually says: NO PARKING. VIOLATORS TOWED OR TICKLED.
"Oh my goodness," Tiffany says. As I take her to my office, she pleads, "I changed my mind, Mr. Security Guard. Call back the tow truck!"
"It's too late," I answer, smiling. "And I have to uphold the rules, young lady."
Back in the mall, I take Tiffany to my office. We pass my desk and walk to the connecting holding/interrogation room. As I close the door, Tiffany eyes widen at the sight of a sturdy set of leg stocks.
"Too many people try running away," I explain as I seat Tiffany and lock her ankles in the stocks. "This will keep you."
There Tiffany sits, hands cuffed behind her back. Her tight, sexy stomach looks so good I decide to start her punishment there.
As if she had already forgotten why I apprehended her, Tiffany asks, "What are you doing?," as I step behind her and reach around to her bare, helpless midsection. I dance my fingertips on her belly and sides. Tiffany reacts as if electricity is surging through her, bending forwards and swaying side to side, laughing and begging me to stop!
"Ha-ha-ha-ha," Tiffany laughs, "Oh! Hee-hee-hee-hee. Stop! Oh, please, stop tickling my stomach!"
"Well, young lady, what about your back?" Before she can answer, my fingernails glide up and down her mostly bare back, which is covered only a little by her halter top ties.
"Eeeeeeeeee," Tiffany squeals, squirming and shrugging her shoulders. She shivers and laughs as goosebumps break out all over.
After a few more minutes of tickling Tiffany's torso and back, I stop and pick up the Security Manual.
"Why are you reading that?" Tiffany asks as she catches her breath after all those tickles.
"I'm checking the mall code to make sure I didn't miss anything" I say.
"OK, here it is," I say, pointing to the page. "It says, 'Violators who opt for tickling instead of towing shall be tickled above the waist.' I wanted to make sure I followed procedures."
"Whew," Tiffany says, relieved the tickling is over - or so she thinks. She looks at me as if it's time to be released.
"No so fast," I say. "There's more. It also says, 'Violators who are teasers shall also have their feet tickled, so next time they will remember to walk a little to get to the mall instead of illegally parking.'"
I smile and pull up a chair by Tiffany's feet, which are held so securely in place by the stocks. While dreading what's about to happen, Tiffany starts laughing even as I remove her sandals.
My fingertips gently touch Tiffany's bare feet. Her laughter quickly becomes screams as she frantically pushes one ticklish sole in front of the other, vainly trying to block my tickling fingers.
Picking up the pace, I dig my fingertips further into Tiffany's bare feet. She screams even louder! "Aaaaaaah, ohmygoodness, no! No! No! Nooooooooooooooo,ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Tiffany would beg for mercy if she could form the words through her laughter and yelling.
Suddenly I hear knocking on my office door. I excuse myself and close the holding/interrogation room door behind me, leaving Tiffany, hands still cuffed behind her back and ankles still locked in the stocks, alone.
As she recuperates from the feet tickling, Tiffany hears me talking to three girls on the other side of the holding/interrogation room door. In an instant, she recognizes the voices - it's her friends Annie, Judy, and Paige!
"Annie? Judy? Paige?" Tiffany yells. "Is that you?! It's me, Tiffany! You know - Tiffer! Can you get me out of here?!"
No one answers. Tiffany struggles to hear what we're saying.
"So you think that's your friend in there?" she hears me say. "You heard she was arrested by security?"
More conversation, difficult to understand, follows. Then Tiffany hears laughter. Evil-sounding laughing. She starts to worry.
Each second alone, wondering what the girls and I are saying, feels like an hour. Tiffany is about to burst from impatience when finally the door opens. I walk in with a look of amused anticipation on my face. Now Tiffany's REALLY worried.
"Young lady, it turns out your friends Annie, Judy and Paige came to the mall, too," I say. "They had dropped by your place to invite you to join them. Then they heard you had already gone out. Next thing they knew, there was girl teasing up the mall and getting apprehended by security. So they added two plus two and came to see if you were in my office."
Tiffany starts to speak, hoping the girls will get her out of this. But before she can say something, I step back and say, "Ladies, please come in and see your friend."
Annie, Judy and Paige enter the room, looking both annoyed and pleased to see Tiffany, their friend, looking so vulnerable, handcuffed and seated in the leg stocks.
Suddenly Tiffany is not sure what to say.
I continue, "Young lady, when I told your friends what I caught you doing, it upset them. You didn't invite them to go out teasing and shopping with them. So they feel like you ditched them to have all the fun - and get all the attention without them competing with you. Plus they had one less person to share the expenses of getting here."
Tiffany again starts to speak but I cut her off.
"Now this mall has rules about illegal parking and teasing. But you are lucky nonetheless."
Tiffany asks, "Because my friends forgive me for ditching them, right?"
Now Annie, Judy and Paige start to smile broadly. I once again speak for them.
"I'll put it this way, young lady. Your friends are going to show you what they bought at the mall today while you were getting arrested."
I step away. Annie, Judy and Paige reach into their shopping bags and pull out an assortment of feathers they purchased at the mall's new Ostrich Shop.
A look of panic sweeps across Tiffany's face. Now Tiffany's girlfriends are going to teach her a lesson in sharing she will never forget.
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