PeterVincentTGVK
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Tommy had her. He finally had her. It had taken him nearly the course of five whole months, but he finally had her.
It had all started back over the holidays. His recently divorced father had started dating again. He didn’t go in for online dating or anything of the type. No, he was a bit more old fashioned than that. To Tommy’s shock and surprise, his dad started dating Jennifer Miles, their next door neighbor going back as far as Tommy could remember. It wasn’t that she was unattractive or anything. On the contrary, she was remarkably beautiful. Raven hair, abundant curves, and a pleasant, silken voice were just some of her more alluring traits. The issue was with who she was inside. She was a gold digger. Tommy knew it. She was only with his dad for one reason.
Tommy's suspicions had began soon after the fifth or sixth time that his Jennifer visited his father. At one point, when she thought that she was alone in the living room, he could hear her making plans to see another man on her smart phone. Not too long after that, she had made some suggestive comments that hinted her intention of convincing Tommy’s dad to write him out of the will. More money for her, for sure.
But it wasn’t the money that concerned Tommy. He was only 18 but quite capable. He didn’t need his father’s money. But he knew that Jennifer would not be faithful to his old man. And that meant he needed to step in.
Luckily for Tommy, Jennifer was reckless. She had a man who came over almost every Tuesday night. Almost like clockwork. And another who came every Thursday. All that he needed to do was catch her in the act.
He wasn’t able to get much on his phone. But he caught video of the Tuesday gentleman walking up to her door and her letting him in, followed by a silhouette of what looked like her on top of him in the bedroom that could be seen through her yellow window curtains. It was certainly enough to go by, and was sure to convince his father not to go through with their planned marriage.
Tommy uploaded the footage to his laptop as he sat in his bedroom. It was late, and he was about to go to sleep. His father would return from his business trip to Vegas in the afternoon. Tommy would confront him and show him the truth as soon as possible. He considered just sending the footage to his dad’s phone, but he wanted to be able to be there for his dad when heartbreak inevitably set in. He was a good son.
Tommy shut his laptop and stripped down before putting on a pair of pajama bottoms and getting into bed. Tonight, he would sleep the sleep of the righteous…
…or so he thought…
Tommy had waited for this trip to the jungle for a long time. He slashed his way through the brush with his machete… eager to get a sighting of the elusive…
What’s this? A vine from a tree to his left has come alive! It snakes forth, wrapping around his wrist and pulling it taut. Then, another snuck up on him, binding and pulling his other wrist. Two more erupted from the ground beneath his feet, holding them firm against the soil. What was going on? What kind of jungle magic was this? What…
Suddenly he felt the urge to laugh. An urge that he couldn’t shrug off. He started to giggle despite himself. Why was he laughing? There was nothing funny about this! The vines pulled him tighter and tighter. He couldn’t stop laughing. He couldn’t get free. He couldn’t...
The intensity of the dream startled Tommy awake. He was terrified to see that he had been strapped to his bed. He was tied spread eagle to the mattress. His sheet and blanket had been removed from the bed, but he was still wearing his pajama bottoms. He didn’t have to wonder who had done this to him for long, as he looked to see Jennifer Miles sitting at his desk in front of his laptop. She turned to face him briefly before turning back to the screen.
“Good, you’re awake.” She sounded emotionless. “What’s your laptop password?”
“Bite-my-ass. All one word. No caps.” He snarked. “Cheating on my dad not enough for you? You’re breaking and entering now, too?”
“Quick tongue you’ve got there.” She got up out of her chair but still stood in front of the laptop. “But how am I breaking and entering? Your dad gave me a key months ago. I’m just stopping by to see how my soon-to-be stepson is doing while daddy is away. You know… making sure you’re not smoking, or entertaining a young lady… or taking videos of your neighbors.” Her voice turned serious. “I know what you did. I want that footage.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tommy lied.
“Oh, I think you do.” Jennifer claimed. “Frank told me that he saw you with your phone by the bushes earlier when he was waiting for me to answer the door. Being a Peeping Tom is against the law in this state, you know.”
“It’s not my fault that cheating isn’t against the law as well. I know you’ve been sleeping around on my dad.” Tommy asserted. “I’ve got proof of it now.”
“Not for long.” She said coyly. “And besides, I haven’t cheated on your dad at all.” What you saw earlier wasn’t pleasure. It was business.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Frank likes a spank now and then.” Jennifer told Tommy bluntly. “He pays me for it. I’m a domme, you see. I’ve made a pretty good living at it for a long time, too.”
“I don’t believe you.” Tommy shot back. “You would never have been able to keep something like that a secret for so long.”
“What you believe isn’t what’s important to me. What you saw with your little camera phone is. Admit it, you didn’t actually see me having sex with anyone. You couldn’t have because it didn’t happen. But you probably saw enough to know that I was on top of him for a period of time, right?”
“I…” Tommy came to the realization that she might not be lying to him.
“There are all kinds of ways to get a man to do what you want.” She wore a hint of a smirk as she spoke now. “All kinds of methods of… persuasion… to get him to bow to you. That’s my specialty.”
“Well, you won’t get anywhere with me.” Tommy insisted.
“I beg to differ.” Jennifer shook her head, not believing him. “You see… after I tied you up, I decided to give you a bit of a test drive so to speak. I sat on the bed next to you. I looked over your body, trying to think of the best way to convince you to give me what I want… but that wouldn’t leave any visible marks. The answer was obvious, of course: I just had to tickle you.”
“What did you say?” He asked somewhat fearfully.
“Tickling.” She repeated. “You’d be surprised how many guys are seriously ticklish. And I recalled seeing your parents play wrestle with you sometimes when you were young… poking you in the sides or scratching your socked feet. But I needed to know if you had outgrown it. So, I started to trail my fingertips along your chest and belly… just slow and gentle. You looked so cute as the smile crept onto your sleepy face. I didn’t stop there, either. I leaned over and whispered to you. You know… tickle talk. “Tickle tickle” and “gitchy goo”. Stuff like that. I swear you were chuckling in your sleep. I was afraid you were going to wake up at any second. But you sure are a heavy sleeper. I teased enough spots to know that yes, you ARE ticklish. More than that. You’re VERY ticklish.”
“No, I’m not” Tommy didn’t even believe his own lie.
“Keep telling yourself that, champ.” Jennifer dismissed. She looked over to a poster of busty model, Athena Blaze, that was taped to his wall. “You like that kinda thing, huh?” She teased. “She looks like she could be my daughter. Haha. “Of course, if you play your cards right, you could still be my son.”
“Stepson.” He corrected.
“Tomato, to-mah-to.” She shrugged. “Now, I’m only gonna ask you once, then it’s off to Tickle Town. What is your laptop password?”
“Sorry, don’t remember.” Tommy denied her the information she craved with a straight face.
“Such a tough guy.” Jennifer observed. “Let’s change that.” She moved onto the bed with catlike grace and pulled the waistband of his PJ bottoms down to just where his pubic hair began, exposing as much of his abdomen as possible. A finger drew a circle around his bellybutton as Jennifer hummed to herself. He instinctively sucked in his gut and tried not to smile. “Feeling ticklish?”
“No.”
“There’s no point in lying to me, Tommy. We both know the truth. And my naughty finger will make you smile. Make you giggle. After all, a good mommy should know her baby’s tickle spots.” She teased as her finger wandered.
“You’re not my mother!” He said with a touch of anger in his voice. But he wasn’t sure how commanding he sounded as he was struggling to retain control over himself. Her fingertip circled his bellybutton a couple more times before running down to his waistband, gliding along it an inch or two, and then gently sweeping back up the side of the belly, hitting a couple of tender places on the way. She saw where he twitched and what spots made him squirm in hopeless, yet uncontrollable, attempts to evade her touch. She never pulled her finger away. She only changed the course of it’s journey at random. She would start to make a spiral, but then zip a straight line a few inches before drawing a triangle or figure eight. The trick was to keep him on his toes, unable to anticipate where the finger would go next. The anxiety played upon his mind as the tickle played upon his skin, and soon… he was giggling.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“There’s a good boy. I knew you had it in you.” She continued to tickle his tummy with the one finger for another few seconds before adding the other nine into the mix. They clawed lightly and twirled over the flesh, inciting more mirth from the teenager. “Are you enjoying your tickle time with mommy?” She asked rhetorically. “You must be, because you aren’t doing anything to stop it.”
“You hahahahave me tied uhuhuhuhupp...” He reasoned.
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Jennifer retorted. “Because you know how to make me stop. Tell me the password. If you don’t, I’m gonna tickle you all night long.” After making the threat, she stopped teasing him with her fingers and bent her head down, pulling her hair back with one hand. She brought her face to his belly, her lips just centimeters from his quivering skin. As she lightly exhaled, goosebumps began to form on the ticklish flesh and Tommy was writhing uncomfortably. She stopped over a spot just to the left of his bellybutton and started to softly kiss the area, bringing more giggles from the teen. “That’s right. Mommy’s kisses make the baby laugh.”
Tommy didn’t have it in him to rebuke her maternal claims anymore. He hated her comments though. They made him feel more vulnerable. As if her was somehow smaller than her. It increased his anxiety and made him laugh more.
Jennifer’s lips continued to seek out ticklish spots on his belly. She even blew a soft zerbert in his bellybutton, which made him jump a bit, much to her entertainment. But when she started kissing along his exposed waistline, the begging began.
“Please stop thaahahhahahahhatt. Hahahahahahahahaha...”
“You know how to make mommy stop.” She reminded him. “There are other places on a boy’s body that can be far more ticklish...” She relished the last word. “Ready to talk?”
Tommy inhaled and exhaled slowly. He was actually considering it. His walls of resistance were in question. And every second that he didn’t answer, Jennifer knew that she had the tools and the means to break him.
“So...”
“I won’t do it.” He finally decided. “I won’t tell you.”
“Why are guys always so stubborn?” Jennifer chuckled to herself. “Very well, then. I guess I’m just gonna have to keep a-ticklin’.”
Tommy felt his heart sink as she traced his ribs with the soft pads of her fingertips. When they got near his underarms, he jerked his arms, trying to bring them down, but he only succeeded in giving Jennifer yet another hint.
“I think mommy needs to make sure her baby is healthy. Nerve development is very important, you know.” When her pointer fingers drew from the insides of his biceps down to the tops of his ribs, his eyes screwed shut and he pursed his lips. It didn’t matter, though. “Oh, yes… these nerves seem very developed indeed.” She drew her fingers repeated, passing over the exposed armpits again and again. Tommy was shaking and his cheeks were an odd shade of purple. “Such responsive skin… tickle tickle, baby boy...”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahaha hold ohohohohonnnn… hahahahahahahaha...”
“You hold on.” She instructed. “Hold onto your sanity. At least, for as long as you can.” She was now drawing ever decreasing circles in the wells of his armpits as he giggled and struggled.
“Hehehe… I can… I can f-hehehehe… fight… I can fight it!” His stamina was commendable, but it wasn’t doing him any favors with Jennifer.
“No, you can’t. You can’t fight your own body.” She sounded much more confident than he did. “Now, last chance. Are you going to tell me the password? Or is mommy going to have some playtime with the baby’s feet?”
The feet? The threat sent a chill up his spine. He looked over to the clock on his dresser. It was only 1:15 AM. Morning was a thousand years away. But then, he thought about what this was all about. She was being unfaithful. She could call it whatever she wanted. It was still cheating. And it was still lying. He couldn’t let the relationship continue. And he wasn’t going to let her get in the way of him doing what was right.
“You know what?” He responded. “I honestly don’t remember it. I mean, I know that I said that earlier, but I really did. You know technology these days: You have to change passwords regularly. I know what the old one was, but I changed it three days ago and only used it once or twice. I seriously don’t remember.” His tone was insistent. Jennifer had to at least consider the possibility that he might be telling the truth.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. I swear to God, I’m not. I don’t remember. I couldn’t access the video if I wanted to.”
“I see.” Jennifer sat up, straddling him. “So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?”
“Take the laptop. You can just destroy it.” He suggested. “Then you have what you want.”
“Sounds reasonable.” She said before a slow smile emerged. “But I don’t believe you. I think that you are capable of recalling a password that you had to have used just a few hours ago. And then there’s the other thing...”
“What other thing?”
“Your feet might remember.” She smirked evilly. “So we’ll try something here. You remember that password in the next… let’s say thirty seconds… and I won’t have to… ask them.”
“You don’t have to do that.” He said, rather unconvincingly.
“Oh, no? And why is that?” She asked. “Twenty seconds left...”
“My feet aren’t even ticklish.” He lied with a straighter face than before. “Honestly, you’ve already found my most ticklish places.”
“I think I will be the judge of that in about… ten seconds.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Please just stay away from my armpits.”
“I am.” She sounded wicked as she knelt down in front of his feet. “I’m not going anywhere near them.”
Time was up. Tommy stared at the ceiling, silently calling on any willpower that he might possibly have to help him keep his composure for what he knew was coming.
She started by gripping his right foot, wrapping her hand around the foot and holding it firmly, but without crushing it or causing pain. Then, her free hand went after his toes. She started picking on them, one at a time with her thumb and index fingers. Those two deadly digits would grab and gently wiggle each slender, slightly calloused toe. It was like a game of This Little Piggy, but without her actually singing the song to him. Thank God, he thought. As much as it tickled, her “Mommy” talk would have made it tickle much more.
“You have very soft feet.” She told him. “There’s a few rough looking spots, to be sure… but no grown man should have perfect, pink soles.”
“Thanks, I g-guess.” He nearly let out a stray giggle as she wiggled his littlest toe.
“You know, I don’t really believe you that your feet are not ticklish.” She declared calmly. “But perhaps they aren’t as… prepped… as they could be.” She stopped piggying his toes for a moment as she pondered something to herself. “Tell you what: I’ll be right back. I want to go get something.” She rose to her feet, adjusting her chest in her top, and walked out of the room.
She was gone!
This was it. Time for him to figure out a way to get loose. He tried to pull his arms down again. Nothing. He tried twisting his wrists. He was a bit sweaty at this point. Perhaps he could get out of this yet. He rolled his arms this way and that… but to no avail. He tried pulling as hard as he could and then using his thumbnail to try and slip into the knots and loosen them. Nothing. He heard what sounded like the faucet running. Maybe she was washing her hands or getting a drink.
Ooo! His right thumb was getting somewhere! He had managed to worm it into the loop around his wrist. Perhaps he could relax his arm, widen the loop, and pull his wrist right out of it! Almost there…
Almost…
Almost…
“Uh, uh, uuuh.” Jennifer muttered in a scolding tone as she came back into the room with a blue bucket and two white washcloths. She set the bucket down and moved to his wrist, freeing his thumb and tightening the rope.
DAMN! He had come so close to getting free. He thought he might cry. She took the bucket by the handle and carried it back down to the foot of the bed.
“What are you up to?” He asked her. “What’s in the bucket?”
“Equal parts warm water and Palmolive dish soap.” She replied matter-of-factly as she swirled one of the washcloths around in the water.
“Dish soap?”
“You betcha. Ever wash your hands with this stuff? It smells terrific, but it takes a bit longer to rinse off. It’s much slicker and has quite a bit more staying power than your typical hand soap might. Because of that, it feels overall… greasier… I guess it the word I’m looking for. At the same time, though, it makes everything all sparkly and clean. And no offense… but your feet are a widdle stinky.” She went back to the baby talk for a moment. “So Mommy’s gonna clean em for you.”
She took hold of the right foot again, only this time, she grabbed the toes and pulled them back a little, completely exposing the sole. She brought the warm, dripping washcloth to the center of the sole and rubbed, with two fingers, in a circular motion.
Holy Hell! It tickled like crazy! Tommy gasped and bit his lip so hard, he almost broke the skin. He instantly tried to jerk his foot away.
“Hey now.” She chided him. Don’t make this difficult for mommy. She’s gotta get you clean. Besides, you said so yourself: Your feet aren’t ticklish. So act like it.” She went back to rubbing the slippery fabric against the taut and tender sole, wiping just under the balls of his feet. He was constantly trying to jerk his foot this way and that. “Settle down, Tommy.” She commanded. “You’re a big boy.” She wiped along the instep and he lost it.
“Hehe-HEHhHEHHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“What’s so funny?” She teased. “This isn’t tickling you, is it? Because you told me that your feet weren’t ticklish. And you know that it’s a baaaddd idea to lie to mommy. Boys who lie to their Mommies become extra ticklish, don’t you know?” She scrubbed harder now, gliding the cloth up, down, and around his foot with methodical precision as he cackled with unbridled ticklishness. “Yes… that’s it… feel it… really feeeeel it on your poor… tick-a-lish footsie.” Her taunts were sultry yet strangely maternal. A combination that could only be achieved by someone with a good deal of experience in humbling people. Experience that Jennifer obviously had.
“DAHAHAHAHAHHAHMMMMMIIIIITTTTTT STOHHOHOHOHOOHHOPPPPP!”
“Oh, I wish I could, my sweet baby boy…” There was that mommy talk again. “But we have to get you clean. All nice and squeaky clean so that mommy can be proud of you!”
There were tears in Tommy’s eyes. It tickled SO bad. It was like nothing that he had ever experienced before. Even when she pulled the horrible washcloth away, he could feel every nerve ending in his foot tingling. When she took ahold of his other foot, he actually whimpered like a child having to get a shot.
“Oh, baby… I know… I know… but it’s for your own good.” She nodded solemnly before assaulting the left foot, scrubbing it for all she was worth. Drops of water and soap flew in the air and decorated the room almost as much as Tommy’s tortured laughter. His whole body was shaking intensely and spasming from the electric sensations on the bottom of his foot.
Tommy felt as though he might actually black out when Jennifer finally stopped scrubbing. He was seeing spots at this point. The whole world was gray as he panted and tried to catch his breath. Jennifer allowed him to take the time to come back down to Earth.
“There, there… atta boy...” He could hear her soothing “Mommy” voice through his tears. “Calm down, now. It’s okay. Mommy’s very proud of you. I know how much that had to tickle my poor baby boy.”
Despite everything, Tommy was actually finding solace in the kind and maternal tone, even if it was coming from the same person who was tormenting him. What Jennifer did next was almost Heavenly compared to the last few minutes: She was drying his feet. It didn’t tickle. She dried them with a sure hand, like a mother after bathing her child.
“Okay dokey.” She tossed her hair back as she finished. “Now, since the nerves in your feet are so nice and excited now… are you sure you don’t want to tell me the password?”
“My feet aren’t...”
“Aren’t ticklish?” She interrupted. “Oh, we both know that’s not true. You better start being straight with me… because now, the bottoms of these poor feetsies… are so… incredibly… receptive…” She smirked. “Now this is your LAST chance. Tell me the password… or I will tickle your feet until your mind snaps.”
“I will never tell you!” He practically shrieked. “Don’t you get that by now! There is nothing you can do to me to make me help you!”
There was a silence in the room following Tommy’s outburst. For a little while, it didn’t appear that either of them were ready to say anything more.
There was silence.
Then there was Tommy’s panting. The only sound in the room. Jennifer wasn’t speaking a word. She didn’t need to. She huffed in annoyance. It was such a huff that Tommy almost felt bad. It was the huff that a mother gave her child when they were being stubborn and she was becoming truly disappointed. Every grown man remembers that huff. The one that didn’t require words to accompany it for them to feel bad about whatever they had done. She raised her hands. He looked at her nails and swallowed. She wiggled her fingers. Not much, just enough for her nails to tickle but a few centimeters of air. She started to lower her fingers to his feet. The toes were already scrunching.
They both knew that she was going to win this battle.
She poked him. The nail touched just near his arch of his left foot. There was another that followed in the center of his right instep. The next landed just under his middle right toe. Yet another poke hit just under the ball of the left foot.
The pokes were both random and calculated at the same time. And Tommy felt every one of them. Boy, did he ever feel them…
“Hehehehe...Hahaha… Agh! Hehe...(snort) Hahaha...” He gave in as the gentle pokes started coming faster and faster. He didn’t have feet anymore. He had a keyboard. And she was writing a LONG letter. “HahHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
“Gitchy goo...” She giggled a little girlishly. “I think I’ll just stick with these tootsies until you are ready to tell me what I want to know.”
“STOP THIS NOHOHHOOHWW! I WON’T TEHEHEHEHEHHELLL!”
“Stop? But, I have to put this manicure to good use. And I need that password.” Jennifer continued to verbally tease him. “Why are your cheeks so red, baby boy? Are you all flushed from your tickle torture? You know something? I think I know just what you need...” She reached into her shirt, pulling out a six inch long, red feather. “As good as I am, nobody can loosen lips like my friend, Miss Feather.”
“Do your worst.” He challenged. “I’ll never give you the password.” His confidence was returning to him. For a brief moment, Jennifer looked as though she wasn’t sure what to do.
“I guess I will just have to re-educate you then.” She smiled as she looked down at the naked soles. “Teach you the true meaning of the word “Ticklish”. Look at your feet, baby boy.” She ordered calmly. “Think about them. Think about the bottoms of your feet. The little wrinkles. The pink skin. The blue veins just barely visible underneath. Do you have any idea how thin the flesh on the bottoms of your feet are? How little REAL protection it is? Think about the most ticklish spots on the human body. The armpits, the tummy, the privates… all of them are nerve centers. That’s why they’re so sensitive, baby boy. Did you know that there are more nerves in your feet in in almost any other part of your body? Including what are called Meissner's corpuscles, highly sensitive nerve receptors located close to the skin's surface. These nerve endings make the feet extra ticklish. Think about those nerve endings… just under the surface… You can’t move your feet… You won’t be able to pull your feet away from me.”
Her matter-of-fact threats were making Tommy incredibly nervous.
The feather made contact, flicking in millimeter-wide flicks, as if Jennifer were painting his soles. But her eyes were on him. Watching… waiting…
“Do you feel ticklish, Sweetie? You and your soft, soft… feet?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Tommy broke down in no time at all. She had gotten inside his head and made him feel even more ticklish than he initially was. He couldn’t think of anything but that feather now as it happily danced and frolicked across his bare soles.
“Coochie coo...” Jennifer chuckled evilly. “I knew I could take you right back to Happy Land. Tickle tickle Tick-le!” As his laughter started to peak, she stepped up the baby talk once more. “Mommy’s special ticklish boy. Tickle tickle. Laugh for mommy. Tickle tickle…” The feather swept and stroked and twirled and...
“ACHILLES1!” He shouted, finally seeming to give her what she had wanted this whole time. She stopped tickling.
“Achilles? As in Heel? Oh, that’s ironic.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “And the footage is still on your phone as well?”
“Y-yes...”
“There’s a good boy. I’m so happy that you have seen the light. Mommy is so proud of you.” She moved to the bed, laying near his left side and rubbing his chest soothingly… “Good night, my little baby…” She locked eyes with him. “You must be so very tired no after such a good tickling… And so dazed too. Why, by the time you wake up in the morning, I don’t think you’ll even remember any of this. Nothing of me and my work… or of this nightly visit… You look so sleepy… so sleepy…
Tommy was out in no time. The result of her seemingly hypnotic voice and extreme drowsiness. Jennifer smiled and moved to the computer. She had what she needed now. And if he ever challenged her again… he would get another visit from “Mommy”…
Tommy had her. He finally had her. It had taken him nearly the course of five whole months, but he finally had her.
It had all started back over the holidays. His recently divorced father had started dating again. He didn’t go in for online dating or anything of the type. No, he was a bit more old fashioned than that. To Tommy’s shock and surprise, his dad started dating Jennifer Miles, their next door neighbor going back as far as Tommy could remember. It wasn’t that she was unattractive or anything. On the contrary, she was remarkably beautiful. Raven hair, abundant curves, and a pleasant, silken voice were just some of her more alluring traits. The issue was with who she was inside. She was a gold digger. Tommy knew it. She was only with his dad for one reason.
Tommy's suspicions had began soon after the fifth or sixth time that his Jennifer visited his father. At one point, when she thought that she was alone in the living room, he could hear her making plans to see another man on her smart phone. Not too long after that, she had made some suggestive comments that hinted her intention of convincing Tommy’s dad to write him out of the will. More money for her, for sure.
But it wasn’t the money that concerned Tommy. He was only 18 but quite capable. He didn’t need his father’s money. But he knew that Jennifer would not be faithful to his old man. And that meant he needed to step in.
Luckily for Tommy, Jennifer was reckless. She had a man who came over almost every Tuesday night. Almost like clockwork. And another who came every Thursday. All that he needed to do was catch her in the act.
He wasn’t able to get much on his phone. But he caught video of the Tuesday gentleman walking up to her door and her letting him in, followed by a silhouette of what looked like her on top of him in the bedroom that could be seen through her yellow window curtains. It was certainly enough to go by, and was sure to convince his father not to go through with their planned marriage.
Tommy uploaded the footage to his laptop as he sat in his bedroom. It was late, and he was about to go to sleep. His father would return from his business trip to Vegas in the afternoon. Tommy would confront him and show him the truth as soon as possible. He considered just sending the footage to his dad’s phone, but he wanted to be able to be there for his dad when heartbreak inevitably set in. He was a good son.
Tommy shut his laptop and stripped down before putting on a pair of pajama bottoms and getting into bed. Tonight, he would sleep the sleep of the righteous…
…or so he thought…
Tommy had waited for this trip to the jungle for a long time. He slashed his way through the brush with his machete… eager to get a sighting of the elusive…
What’s this? A vine from a tree to his left has come alive! It snakes forth, wrapping around his wrist and pulling it taut. Then, another snuck up on him, binding and pulling his other wrist. Two more erupted from the ground beneath his feet, holding them firm against the soil. What was going on? What kind of jungle magic was this? What…
Suddenly he felt the urge to laugh. An urge that he couldn’t shrug off. He started to giggle despite himself. Why was he laughing? There was nothing funny about this! The vines pulled him tighter and tighter. He couldn’t stop laughing. He couldn’t get free. He couldn’t...
The intensity of the dream startled Tommy awake. He was terrified to see that he had been strapped to his bed. He was tied spread eagle to the mattress. His sheet and blanket had been removed from the bed, but he was still wearing his pajama bottoms. He didn’t have to wonder who had done this to him for long, as he looked to see Jennifer Miles sitting at his desk in front of his laptop. She turned to face him briefly before turning back to the screen.
“Good, you’re awake.” She sounded emotionless. “What’s your laptop password?”
“Bite-my-ass. All one word. No caps.” He snarked. “Cheating on my dad not enough for you? You’re breaking and entering now, too?”
“Quick tongue you’ve got there.” She got up out of her chair but still stood in front of the laptop. “But how am I breaking and entering? Your dad gave me a key months ago. I’m just stopping by to see how my soon-to-be stepson is doing while daddy is away. You know… making sure you’re not smoking, or entertaining a young lady… or taking videos of your neighbors.” Her voice turned serious. “I know what you did. I want that footage.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tommy lied.
“Oh, I think you do.” Jennifer claimed. “Frank told me that he saw you with your phone by the bushes earlier when he was waiting for me to answer the door. Being a Peeping Tom is against the law in this state, you know.”
“It’s not my fault that cheating isn’t against the law as well. I know you’ve been sleeping around on my dad.” Tommy asserted. “I’ve got proof of it now.”
“Not for long.” She said coyly. “And besides, I haven’t cheated on your dad at all.” What you saw earlier wasn’t pleasure. It was business.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Frank likes a spank now and then.” Jennifer told Tommy bluntly. “He pays me for it. I’m a domme, you see. I’ve made a pretty good living at it for a long time, too.”
“I don’t believe you.” Tommy shot back. “You would never have been able to keep something like that a secret for so long.”
“What you believe isn’t what’s important to me. What you saw with your little camera phone is. Admit it, you didn’t actually see me having sex with anyone. You couldn’t have because it didn’t happen. But you probably saw enough to know that I was on top of him for a period of time, right?”
“I…” Tommy came to the realization that she might not be lying to him.
“There are all kinds of ways to get a man to do what you want.” She wore a hint of a smirk as she spoke now. “All kinds of methods of… persuasion… to get him to bow to you. That’s my specialty.”
“Well, you won’t get anywhere with me.” Tommy insisted.
“I beg to differ.” Jennifer shook her head, not believing him. “You see… after I tied you up, I decided to give you a bit of a test drive so to speak. I sat on the bed next to you. I looked over your body, trying to think of the best way to convince you to give me what I want… but that wouldn’t leave any visible marks. The answer was obvious, of course: I just had to tickle you.”
“What did you say?” He asked somewhat fearfully.
“Tickling.” She repeated. “You’d be surprised how many guys are seriously ticklish. And I recalled seeing your parents play wrestle with you sometimes when you were young… poking you in the sides or scratching your socked feet. But I needed to know if you had outgrown it. So, I started to trail my fingertips along your chest and belly… just slow and gentle. You looked so cute as the smile crept onto your sleepy face. I didn’t stop there, either. I leaned over and whispered to you. You know… tickle talk. “Tickle tickle” and “gitchy goo”. Stuff like that. I swear you were chuckling in your sleep. I was afraid you were going to wake up at any second. But you sure are a heavy sleeper. I teased enough spots to know that yes, you ARE ticklish. More than that. You’re VERY ticklish.”
“No, I’m not” Tommy didn’t even believe his own lie.
“Keep telling yourself that, champ.” Jennifer dismissed. She looked over to a poster of busty model, Athena Blaze, that was taped to his wall. “You like that kinda thing, huh?” She teased. “She looks like she could be my daughter. Haha. “Of course, if you play your cards right, you could still be my son.”
“Stepson.” He corrected.
“Tomato, to-mah-to.” She shrugged. “Now, I’m only gonna ask you once, then it’s off to Tickle Town. What is your laptop password?”
“Sorry, don’t remember.” Tommy denied her the information she craved with a straight face.
“Such a tough guy.” Jennifer observed. “Let’s change that.” She moved onto the bed with catlike grace and pulled the waistband of his PJ bottoms down to just where his pubic hair began, exposing as much of his abdomen as possible. A finger drew a circle around his bellybutton as Jennifer hummed to herself. He instinctively sucked in his gut and tried not to smile. “Feeling ticklish?”
“No.”
“There’s no point in lying to me, Tommy. We both know the truth. And my naughty finger will make you smile. Make you giggle. After all, a good mommy should know her baby’s tickle spots.” She teased as her finger wandered.
“You’re not my mother!” He said with a touch of anger in his voice. But he wasn’t sure how commanding he sounded as he was struggling to retain control over himself. Her fingertip circled his bellybutton a couple more times before running down to his waistband, gliding along it an inch or two, and then gently sweeping back up the side of the belly, hitting a couple of tender places on the way. She saw where he twitched and what spots made him squirm in hopeless, yet uncontrollable, attempts to evade her touch. She never pulled her finger away. She only changed the course of it’s journey at random. She would start to make a spiral, but then zip a straight line a few inches before drawing a triangle or figure eight. The trick was to keep him on his toes, unable to anticipate where the finger would go next. The anxiety played upon his mind as the tickle played upon his skin, and soon… he was giggling.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehe...”
“There’s a good boy. I knew you had it in you.” She continued to tickle his tummy with the one finger for another few seconds before adding the other nine into the mix. They clawed lightly and twirled over the flesh, inciting more mirth from the teenager. “Are you enjoying your tickle time with mommy?” She asked rhetorically. “You must be, because you aren’t doing anything to stop it.”
“You hahahahave me tied uhuhuhuhupp...” He reasoned.
“That doesn’t mean anything.” Jennifer retorted. “Because you know how to make me stop. Tell me the password. If you don’t, I’m gonna tickle you all night long.” After making the threat, she stopped teasing him with her fingers and bent her head down, pulling her hair back with one hand. She brought her face to his belly, her lips just centimeters from his quivering skin. As she lightly exhaled, goosebumps began to form on the ticklish flesh and Tommy was writhing uncomfortably. She stopped over a spot just to the left of his bellybutton and started to softly kiss the area, bringing more giggles from the teen. “That’s right. Mommy’s kisses make the baby laugh.”
Tommy didn’t have it in him to rebuke her maternal claims anymore. He hated her comments though. They made him feel more vulnerable. As if her was somehow smaller than her. It increased his anxiety and made him laugh more.
Jennifer’s lips continued to seek out ticklish spots on his belly. She even blew a soft zerbert in his bellybutton, which made him jump a bit, much to her entertainment. But when she started kissing along his exposed waistline, the begging began.
“Please stop thaahahhahahahhatt. Hahahahahahahahaha...”
“You know how to make mommy stop.” She reminded him. “There are other places on a boy’s body that can be far more ticklish...” She relished the last word. “Ready to talk?”
Tommy inhaled and exhaled slowly. He was actually considering it. His walls of resistance were in question. And every second that he didn’t answer, Jennifer knew that she had the tools and the means to break him.
“So...”
“I won’t do it.” He finally decided. “I won’t tell you.”
“Why are guys always so stubborn?” Jennifer chuckled to herself. “Very well, then. I guess I’m just gonna have to keep a-ticklin’.”
Tommy felt his heart sink as she traced his ribs with the soft pads of her fingertips. When they got near his underarms, he jerked his arms, trying to bring them down, but he only succeeded in giving Jennifer yet another hint.
“I think mommy needs to make sure her baby is healthy. Nerve development is very important, you know.” When her pointer fingers drew from the insides of his biceps down to the tops of his ribs, his eyes screwed shut and he pursed his lips. It didn’t matter, though. “Oh, yes… these nerves seem very developed indeed.” She drew her fingers repeated, passing over the exposed armpits again and again. Tommy was shaking and his cheeks were an odd shade of purple. “Such responsive skin… tickle tickle, baby boy...”
“Hehehehehehehehehehehe hahahahahahahaha hold ohohohohonnnn… hahahahahahahaha...”
“You hold on.” She instructed. “Hold onto your sanity. At least, for as long as you can.” She was now drawing ever decreasing circles in the wells of his armpits as he giggled and struggled.
“Hehehe… I can… I can f-hehehehe… fight… I can fight it!” His stamina was commendable, but it wasn’t doing him any favors with Jennifer.
“No, you can’t. You can’t fight your own body.” She sounded much more confident than he did. “Now, last chance. Are you going to tell me the password? Or is mommy going to have some playtime with the baby’s feet?”
The feet? The threat sent a chill up his spine. He looked over to the clock on his dresser. It was only 1:15 AM. Morning was a thousand years away. But then, he thought about what this was all about. She was being unfaithful. She could call it whatever she wanted. It was still cheating. And it was still lying. He couldn’t let the relationship continue. And he wasn’t going to let her get in the way of him doing what was right.
“You know what?” He responded. “I honestly don’t remember it. I mean, I know that I said that earlier, but I really did. You know technology these days: You have to change passwords regularly. I know what the old one was, but I changed it three days ago and only used it once or twice. I seriously don’t remember.” His tone was insistent. Jennifer had to at least consider the possibility that he might be telling the truth.
“Are you lying to me?”
“No. I swear to God, I’m not. I don’t remember. I couldn’t access the video if I wanted to.”
“I see.” Jennifer sat up, straddling him. “So what do we do now? Where do we go from here?”
“Take the laptop. You can just destroy it.” He suggested. “Then you have what you want.”
“Sounds reasonable.” She said before a slow smile emerged. “But I don’t believe you. I think that you are capable of recalling a password that you had to have used just a few hours ago. And then there’s the other thing...”
“What other thing?”
“Your feet might remember.” She smirked evilly. “So we’ll try something here. You remember that password in the next… let’s say thirty seconds… and I won’t have to… ask them.”
“You don’t have to do that.” He said, rather unconvincingly.
“Oh, no? And why is that?” She asked. “Twenty seconds left...”
“My feet aren’t even ticklish.” He lied with a straighter face than before. “Honestly, you’ve already found my most ticklish places.”
“I think I will be the judge of that in about… ten seconds.”
“I’m telling you the truth. Please just stay away from my armpits.”
“I am.” She sounded wicked as she knelt down in front of his feet. “I’m not going anywhere near them.”
Time was up. Tommy stared at the ceiling, silently calling on any willpower that he might possibly have to help him keep his composure for what he knew was coming.
She started by gripping his right foot, wrapping her hand around the foot and holding it firmly, but without crushing it or causing pain. Then, her free hand went after his toes. She started picking on them, one at a time with her thumb and index fingers. Those two deadly digits would grab and gently wiggle each slender, slightly calloused toe. It was like a game of This Little Piggy, but without her actually singing the song to him. Thank God, he thought. As much as it tickled, her “Mommy” talk would have made it tickle much more.
“You have very soft feet.” She told him. “There’s a few rough looking spots, to be sure… but no grown man should have perfect, pink soles.”
“Thanks, I g-guess.” He nearly let out a stray giggle as she wiggled his littlest toe.
“You know, I don’t really believe you that your feet are not ticklish.” She declared calmly. “But perhaps they aren’t as… prepped… as they could be.” She stopped piggying his toes for a moment as she pondered something to herself. “Tell you what: I’ll be right back. I want to go get something.” She rose to her feet, adjusting her chest in her top, and walked out of the room.
She was gone!
This was it. Time for him to figure out a way to get loose. He tried to pull his arms down again. Nothing. He tried twisting his wrists. He was a bit sweaty at this point. Perhaps he could get out of this yet. He rolled his arms this way and that… but to no avail. He tried pulling as hard as he could and then using his thumbnail to try and slip into the knots and loosen them. Nothing. He heard what sounded like the faucet running. Maybe she was washing her hands or getting a drink.
Ooo! His right thumb was getting somewhere! He had managed to worm it into the loop around his wrist. Perhaps he could relax his arm, widen the loop, and pull his wrist right out of it! Almost there…
Almost…
Almost…
“Uh, uh, uuuh.” Jennifer muttered in a scolding tone as she came back into the room with a blue bucket and two white washcloths. She set the bucket down and moved to his wrist, freeing his thumb and tightening the rope.
DAMN! He had come so close to getting free. He thought he might cry. She took the bucket by the handle and carried it back down to the foot of the bed.
“What are you up to?” He asked her. “What’s in the bucket?”
“Equal parts warm water and Palmolive dish soap.” She replied matter-of-factly as she swirled one of the washcloths around in the water.
“Dish soap?”
“You betcha. Ever wash your hands with this stuff? It smells terrific, but it takes a bit longer to rinse off. It’s much slicker and has quite a bit more staying power than your typical hand soap might. Because of that, it feels overall… greasier… I guess it the word I’m looking for. At the same time, though, it makes everything all sparkly and clean. And no offense… but your feet are a widdle stinky.” She went back to the baby talk for a moment. “So Mommy’s gonna clean em for you.”
She took hold of the right foot again, only this time, she grabbed the toes and pulled them back a little, completely exposing the sole. She brought the warm, dripping washcloth to the center of the sole and rubbed, with two fingers, in a circular motion.
Holy Hell! It tickled like crazy! Tommy gasped and bit his lip so hard, he almost broke the skin. He instantly tried to jerk his foot away.
“Hey now.” She chided him. Don’t make this difficult for mommy. She’s gotta get you clean. Besides, you said so yourself: Your feet aren’t ticklish. So act like it.” She went back to rubbing the slippery fabric against the taut and tender sole, wiping just under the balls of his feet. He was constantly trying to jerk his foot this way and that. “Settle down, Tommy.” She commanded. “You’re a big boy.” She wiped along the instep and he lost it.
“Hehe-HEHhHEHHEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“What’s so funny?” She teased. “This isn’t tickling you, is it? Because you told me that your feet weren’t ticklish. And you know that it’s a baaaddd idea to lie to mommy. Boys who lie to their Mommies become extra ticklish, don’t you know?” She scrubbed harder now, gliding the cloth up, down, and around his foot with methodical precision as he cackled with unbridled ticklishness. “Yes… that’s it… feel it… really feeeeel it on your poor… tick-a-lish footsie.” Her taunts were sultry yet strangely maternal. A combination that could only be achieved by someone with a good deal of experience in humbling people. Experience that Jennifer obviously had.
“DAHAHAHAHAHHAHMMMMMIIIIITTTTTT STOHHOHOHOHOOHHOPPPPP!”
“Oh, I wish I could, my sweet baby boy…” There was that mommy talk again. “But we have to get you clean. All nice and squeaky clean so that mommy can be proud of you!”
There were tears in Tommy’s eyes. It tickled SO bad. It was like nothing that he had ever experienced before. Even when she pulled the horrible washcloth away, he could feel every nerve ending in his foot tingling. When she took ahold of his other foot, he actually whimpered like a child having to get a shot.
“Oh, baby… I know… I know… but it’s for your own good.” She nodded solemnly before assaulting the left foot, scrubbing it for all she was worth. Drops of water and soap flew in the air and decorated the room almost as much as Tommy’s tortured laughter. His whole body was shaking intensely and spasming from the electric sensations on the bottom of his foot.
Tommy felt as though he might actually black out when Jennifer finally stopped scrubbing. He was seeing spots at this point. The whole world was gray as he panted and tried to catch his breath. Jennifer allowed him to take the time to come back down to Earth.
“There, there… atta boy...” He could hear her soothing “Mommy” voice through his tears. “Calm down, now. It’s okay. Mommy’s very proud of you. I know how much that had to tickle my poor baby boy.”
Despite everything, Tommy was actually finding solace in the kind and maternal tone, even if it was coming from the same person who was tormenting him. What Jennifer did next was almost Heavenly compared to the last few minutes: She was drying his feet. It didn’t tickle. She dried them with a sure hand, like a mother after bathing her child.
“Okay dokey.” She tossed her hair back as she finished. “Now, since the nerves in your feet are so nice and excited now… are you sure you don’t want to tell me the password?”
“My feet aren’t...”
“Aren’t ticklish?” She interrupted. “Oh, we both know that’s not true. You better start being straight with me… because now, the bottoms of these poor feetsies… are so… incredibly… receptive…” She smirked. “Now this is your LAST chance. Tell me the password… or I will tickle your feet until your mind snaps.”
“I will never tell you!” He practically shrieked. “Don’t you get that by now! There is nothing you can do to me to make me help you!”
There was a silence in the room following Tommy’s outburst. For a little while, it didn’t appear that either of them were ready to say anything more.
There was silence.
Then there was Tommy’s panting. The only sound in the room. Jennifer wasn’t speaking a word. She didn’t need to. She huffed in annoyance. It was such a huff that Tommy almost felt bad. It was the huff that a mother gave her child when they were being stubborn and she was becoming truly disappointed. Every grown man remembers that huff. The one that didn’t require words to accompany it for them to feel bad about whatever they had done. She raised her hands. He looked at her nails and swallowed. She wiggled her fingers. Not much, just enough for her nails to tickle but a few centimeters of air. She started to lower her fingers to his feet. The toes were already scrunching.
They both knew that she was going to win this battle.
She poked him. The nail touched just near his arch of his left foot. There was another that followed in the center of his right instep. The next landed just under his middle right toe. Yet another poke hit just under the ball of the left foot.
The pokes were both random and calculated at the same time. And Tommy felt every one of them. Boy, did he ever feel them…
“Hehehehe...Hahaha… Agh! Hehe...(snort) Hahaha...” He gave in as the gentle pokes started coming faster and faster. He didn’t have feet anymore. He had a keyboard. And she was writing a LONG letter. “HahHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...”
“Gitchy goo...” She giggled a little girlishly. “I think I’ll just stick with these tootsies until you are ready to tell me what I want to know.”
“STOP THIS NOHOHHOOHWW! I WON’T TEHEHEHEHEHHELLL!”
“Stop? But, I have to put this manicure to good use. And I need that password.” Jennifer continued to verbally tease him. “Why are your cheeks so red, baby boy? Are you all flushed from your tickle torture? You know something? I think I know just what you need...” She reached into her shirt, pulling out a six inch long, red feather. “As good as I am, nobody can loosen lips like my friend, Miss Feather.”
“Do your worst.” He challenged. “I’ll never give you the password.” His confidence was returning to him. For a brief moment, Jennifer looked as though she wasn’t sure what to do.
“I guess I will just have to re-educate you then.” She smiled as she looked down at the naked soles. “Teach you the true meaning of the word “Ticklish”. Look at your feet, baby boy.” She ordered calmly. “Think about them. Think about the bottoms of your feet. The little wrinkles. The pink skin. The blue veins just barely visible underneath. Do you have any idea how thin the flesh on the bottoms of your feet are? How little REAL protection it is? Think about the most ticklish spots on the human body. The armpits, the tummy, the privates… all of them are nerve centers. That’s why they’re so sensitive, baby boy. Did you know that there are more nerves in your feet in in almost any other part of your body? Including what are called Meissner's corpuscles, highly sensitive nerve receptors located close to the skin's surface. These nerve endings make the feet extra ticklish. Think about those nerve endings… just under the surface… You can’t move your feet… You won’t be able to pull your feet away from me.”
Her matter-of-fact threats were making Tommy incredibly nervous.
The feather made contact, flicking in millimeter-wide flicks, as if Jennifer were painting his soles. But her eyes were on him. Watching… waiting…
“Do you feel ticklish, Sweetie? You and your soft, soft… feet?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Tommy broke down in no time at all. She had gotten inside his head and made him feel even more ticklish than he initially was. He couldn’t think of anything but that feather now as it happily danced and frolicked across his bare soles.
“Coochie coo...” Jennifer chuckled evilly. “I knew I could take you right back to Happy Land. Tickle tickle Tick-le!” As his laughter started to peak, she stepped up the baby talk once more. “Mommy’s special ticklish boy. Tickle tickle. Laugh for mommy. Tickle tickle…” The feather swept and stroked and twirled and...
“ACHILLES1!” He shouted, finally seeming to give her what she had wanted this whole time. She stopped tickling.
“Achilles? As in Heel? Oh, that’s ironic.” She couldn’t help but laugh. “And the footage is still on your phone as well?”
“Y-yes...”
“There’s a good boy. I’m so happy that you have seen the light. Mommy is so proud of you.” She moved to the bed, laying near his left side and rubbing his chest soothingly… “Good night, my little baby…” She locked eyes with him. “You must be so very tired no after such a good tickling… And so dazed too. Why, by the time you wake up in the morning, I don’t think you’ll even remember any of this. Nothing of me and my work… or of this nightly visit… You look so sleepy… so sleepy…
Tommy was out in no time. The result of her seemingly hypnotic voice and extreme drowsiness. Jennifer smiled and moved to the computer. She had what she needed now. And if he ever challenged her again… he would get another visit from “Mommy”…
