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Zoe had spent an entire month replaying the scene that unfolded that fateful night.
She had only grown in stubbornness.
Now more determined than ever, knowing Tom the man she loved more than anything had subjected her to the hands of 3 masked men who he couldn’t have even known, at least not well if at all.
He was so introverted and spending all his free time either with her or writing.
He had no real friends and the only one he did now lived in another country.
They could have done anything to her she thought, and he couldn’t have possibly known that this would have changed her outlook on tickling as a whole.
So while keeping a brave face and pretending they were happy in their life with no resentment.
Zoe plotted.
Tom hadn’t even mentioned tickling since his heartfelt plea.
She doubled down in her efforts and internally confirmed she would never let him tickle her.
It was a freak incident that overwhelmed her rather than her enjoying it.
She had lost control of her body and mind and it caused her body to react with confusing messages.
Now this sense of control was growing within her, like a seed of anger growing into an oak tree of resentment almost overnight.
Revenge was all she could consider.
Every work day was spent plotting.
She was to give Tom the exact same experience she endured and worse.
She didn’t want to get anyone else involved however, so she had to find a way to make it more torturous than her ordeal.
Along with Zoe’s own torture there was plenty of information on the internet that she could formulate an evening of revenge with.
She would watch hours of tickling videos online trying to understand techniques, both mentally and physically to truly destroy Tom.
Every video made her disgusted but it was nothing compared to the desire for revenge.
The day finally came.
Tom’s birthday.
Tom wasn’t big on self celebration and so spent his birthday doing what he enjoyed, writing.
Zoe entered Tom’s home office where he would write all his stories, wearing nothing but a seductive white lingerie set.
The bra was just too small to amplify her already exquisite bust. It clashed remarkably with her long flowing brown hair.
The red lipstick was purely Tom’s favourite colour that she knew would give her what she wanted.
She played temptingly with the silk string joining to the barely covering thong.
‘Tommm’
She cooed in a wanting manner.
Tom span from his chair.
If he hadn’t been mentally preoccupied his jaw would have likely fell in a cartoonish style.
‘Yess hon….’
His voice stopped instead.
‘I’ve got your birthday present rightttt innn hereeeee’
She lingered her white stocking covered foot tantalisingly knowing Tom wouldn’t be able to resist as she exited his office.
Tom almost hypnotised, quietly rushed behind her after holding on for a couple of seconds as not to give his eagerness away.
It mattered none to Zoe, she knew exactly what would happen.
Tom reached the bedroom and Zoe was tinkering with something.
His excitement grew when he see they were handcuffs, thinking he would finally get the chance to tie Zoe up and show her how great the experience could be.
Without a word, Zoe pulled Tom down onto the bed and began to shackle his arms to the handcuffs.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Shhh baby, I’m gonna give you the best head you’ve ever had in your life and then I’m gonna ride you until you beg me to stop’
Tom’s mind exploded.
He’d never been tied up but the experience mentioned, he’d of bought more than just a ticket if it were a movie, he’d of bought the whole theatre.
As he felt his freedom slowly being stripped from him Zoe’s demeanour began to change.
He had thought she was getting into a character where she had complete control over him.
He was right, but couldn’t be more wrong.
With the last ankle cuffed Zoe smiled wickedly.
‘Oh Tom, I have waited sooo lonnng for this’
‘So long? I know it’s my birthday but why haven’t you just done this randomly on any day?’
‘You see Tom, I needed time to plan’
She stroked her fingers down his chest firmly.
‘Plan what? What are you talking about?’
Zoe remembered all the questions she had in the same predicament and smirked realising her plan was actually now real.
‘Well Tom, I had a little visit before you came home after your meeting’
She lifted his t-shirt up over his head.
‘A visit? From who?’
‘Ohh just some friends, I think you know them’
‘Zoe I have no clue what you’re talking about? Is this some kind of role play I’m supposed to pick up on?’
Zoe grew excited by Tom’s lies, she knew he had a mind for fiction but had no idea he was such an experienced liar.
‘They did some awful things to me Tom that I think you know about’
Tom grew panicked.
‘Zoe what the fuck are you talking about? What did they do to you? Are you CHEATING ON ME?’
‘No, I won’t tell you, I’ll show you’
With that Zoe quickly spidered her fingers all over Tom’s torso.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT THE ahahah FUCK ahaha ZOE’
Zoe hadn’t actually known Tom was ticklish until now and was so relieved he was, she hadn’t even considered that fact and it could have ruined her entire evening of revenge.
It seemed he was even more ticklish than she is.
‘They did this to me for so longgg Tom, justtttt likeeeee thisssss’
‘ZOEEE HAHAHAHAH STOPPP PLEASSEEE AHHAHAHAHA’
Zoe spent the next minute spidering around his belly, ribs and sides, smiling the entire time before abruptly stopping.
Tom caught his breath before spluttering
‘Zoe I know I told you I have a fetish for this, but not like this, I wanted to do this to you’
‘But you did do it to me Tom’
Zoe was relishing her role of being Tom’s captor.
Her thirst for control becoming increasingly salivated.
‘You see, they were soooooo stronggggg, they tied me up just like this soooo quicckllyyyy’
Zoe started to slowly scribble her hands into Tom’s helpless armpits while speaking.
‘Zoee tsss I never did tststs that to you’
‘Okay it looks like someone needs to learn that lying gets punished’
‘NOooooOoo’
Zoe raked her fingers frantically in Tom’s bare armpits.
He bucked like a maniac trying to free himself of a straight jacket.
‘Baby hahahahaha you’ve got to ahahah stop’
‘Aww are you having a hard time?’
‘See I struggled and laughed so hard when they got in my little helpless armpits, it seemed to last foreverrrrr and eveerrrrr and everrrrr’
Zoe teased.
Tom was conflicted.
He wanted tickling to be a part of his routine like clockwork but never like this.
The only part that was saving him was briefly hearing Zoe’s story about her being tickled and led him to become quite aroused.
This couldn’t have really happened he thought.
He came home that night and she never had a mark on her body and was happy once they made up.
She hated tickling, she would have been distraught had this actually happened.
It was too sexy for Tom to hear though, true or not and he began to get hard.
‘You actually like being tickled Tom?’
‘Noooo, hahahahhaa it’s your story, it’s confusing hahahaha me’
Zoe unnerved by Tom’s horniness decided she had to up the ante and really make him suffer.
‘Well then let me show you where else they tickled me’
Zoe frantically dived for Tom’s feet scribbling with the desire of a stenographer, falling behind on the conversation.
‘HAhahahhahahHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Tom was in hysterics, he hadn’t been tickled this long in his life and never expected he would be.
How long could this go on? He thought to himself.
Zoe’s long sharp nails raked effortlessly over Tom’s big bare feet.
‘See my feet were so ticklish that night that I couldn’t even think of anything other than the torture on my soft little piggies’
‘I just had to laughhh and laughhh and laughhh’
Zoe had become accustomed to her role as a dominant.
It was almost too familiar to her.
Toying with Tom, acting out her perfect revenge.
Tom was aching under the love of his life, he couldn’t bear her nails on his sensitive flesh but the stories were almost making it worthwhile.
‘This could all be over if you just admit it Tom’
‘Ahahahah admit ahahahhaha what?’
‘You know what Tom, you paid three men to kidnap me and tickle me’
Tom’s mind raced, her roleplay game was becoming a bit too real for his liking.
‘Zoeee hahaha cool it hahahah with the talk hahahaha of other hahahaha guys hahaha it’s not hahahaha hot’
Zoe was angered by this comment.
‘It wasn’t hot for me Tom, they tickled me everywhere, even here’
She dug her fingers into Tom’s inner thighs.
The shock sent him spiralling.
‘NOOOO SBSHSHAHHA AHAHHSHS’
Zoe smiled once more, happy by her handiwork, annoyed by Tom’s erection creeping through his shorts she got an idea of a video she saw.
One that could complete her revenge.
It wasn’t time yet though.
‘They even had tools Tom, I can’t believe you’d let them use tools you sick fuck’
‘Zoeee STOP THIISSSSS’
Zoe was shocked by the anger in Tom’s voice, she hadn’t seen an aggressive side to him before and stopped suddenly.
Tom catching his breath spluttered
‘I don’t know why you’re leaning into this fantasy story of yours but it’s turning me off! Just tell me about being tickled but stop this weird make believe story of yours now please’
Tom was enjoying the story but it was making him jealous believing she had this weird fantasy without letting him do it to her.
‘MAKE BELIEVE!!!!’
Zoe scoffed.
‘Tom this happened, I was tortured for what felt like hours while you were zoe sarcastically air quotes away. How can you be this committed to a lie’
She choked up slightly.
Tom realised this was real, how had he not known?
‘Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you, but I promise you I would never do that to you’
Zoe grew frustrated, she was so mad that he could still lie right to her face while she was distressed like this.
‘Right, right, like I would never do this to you’
She ravaged her fingers like a maniac darting from place to place on Tom’s body.
His feet, thighs, knees, hips, sides, ribs, armpits.
No place received more than a couple of seconds attention and it was so intense it was leaving red scratch marks everywhere.
‘FUCKJJJ AHAHAHAHSH ZOEEEE HAHAHAHAH STOPPPP AHHAHAHAHSHSHS AHAHAHAHSH YOU AHAHAHGOT TO SHAHSH STOP’
Tom was growing exhausted, his dick pulsed and he was questioning why he ever liked tickling in the first place.
‘PLLLLLEEEEAAAAHAGAHAHSSEEEE’
Zoe withdrew herself for a moment.
Only due to her hands growing tired.
He still had more coming.
She wandered over to her mirror almost seductively.
‘Tommy, I’ve got such a nice surprise for you’
Tom lay there raspedly catching his breath unable to say a word.
‘These are the tools your friends used on me’
Tom slowly gaining composure shifted his head towards her.
‘Fuck sake Zoe please, I never did this to you, I would never do that to you!’
Zoe was becoming impressed at how committed he was to this lie.
Impressed and motivated to break him.
‘Okay baby, I believe you’
‘Good, I know I may have this thing for tickling but nevAGAAHGGSGSGSHSHAHAVSHSHHSSH’
Zoe rapidly scrubbed Tom’s feet for what felt like seconds to Zoe and hours to Tom.
Realistically probably around ten minutes.
‘NOOOOOSBAHSHAHHA AHAHHSHSHSHS’
The room seemed to shake with each reverberation bouncing off the walls from Tom’s lungs.
Zoe was in her absolute element.
This couldn’t have gone any better and he would surely soon break.
She noticed his dick begin to pulse once more and she set about her final plan in motion as she set down the hairbrushes.
Good cop.
‘Baby, it looks like your little friend needs some attention’
Tom was a sweating mess breathing intensely and visibly exhausted.
‘Please and stop with the story now’
‘Oh but it just starts getting good now baby’
‘See they all had my worst spots to themselves’
Zoe began to pull Tom’s shorts below his waist starting to stroke and slowly jerk Tom’s cock.
‘One had my sexy little feet who was scribbling all over my helpless little tootsies, another was digging into my inner thighs like a maniac, and the other one, the worst one, he kept teasing me the whole time and mixing his tickling between light and soft in my terribly ticklish armpits’
Tom knew what she was doing, and it was working.
True or not, it was sending him into a frenzy.
‘Babyyy don’t stop’
Zoe picked up the pace.
‘Then they cut away my clothes and my body was wet with sweat like I was fresh out the shower, these soft boobs and sexy little pussy were on show for all to see, and they just tickled and tickled until I was crying in ecstacy’
Tom shot his load at the most disturbing part for him.
‘AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH’
Tom exploded all over himself as he thought.
Did she say in ecstacy?
He thought he must have heard wrong.
He just had to.
‘Tom this is your last chance baby, tell me why did you pay these men to do this to me, I thought you loved me?’
Tom exhausted but now taken aback.
He was sure this was just roleplay but their fun was over now, why would she continue?
‘Baby I never did this to you, why don’t you believe me’
Bad cop.
‘Wrong answer’
Zoe wrapped her hand around Tom’s now limp cock and with her other hand slowly dragged her fingernails across his hypersensitive tip.
Not fast enough to induce full blown laughter but just enough to keep him in a constant state of torture just like she see in a video.
‘Zooooeeeee pleaaaseee thattsss too much’
‘Do you not think it was too much for me Tom?’
‘I cannttt ahahah take ittt’
‘Neither could I Tom! How could you do that to me, the love of your life’
Zoe was beginning to enjoy this new dominant experience involving tickling.
Like a junkie to a crack pipe, she was growing addicted, obsessed with it.
She felt her legs warm up and her pussy start to swell.
She was getting wet and she knew it this time.
Tom knew he was getting nowhere and had to reason with her.
‘Zoeee I can prove this pleasseee just stoppp’
‘How can you prove this?’
‘Check my phone tstststs’
‘You would have deleted whatever evidence you had I’m not stupid’
‘Nooo tstststst I had no service for a week when I went to my hahshs meeting, my phone was acting up tststaha, check my texts, I have loads hshshs from the client trying to connect’
Zoe was gobsmacked, she herself knew that she couldn’t withstand this level of torture and hold onto a lie this long, she began to doubt herself.
Tom was even more ticklish than she was and he hadn’t budged on his story once.
She reached for his phone in his shorts pocket and checked his texts.
His story checked out.
She kept up her tickling of Tom’s cock with her free hand still not fully convinced when she see a text chain from her mum.
Her mum had text Tom the night of the event and asked what time he’s home as she will visit them both.
Why would she text him and not her?
Her mind raced as she scrolled the chat.
Tom : No need for that Tracy but thanks for the offer, I’m pretty tired and me and Zoe are still fighting anyway.
Zoe thought to herself
‘what does he mean still?’
She read on.
Tracy : What time will you be back anyway I may visit Zoe and can leave before you’re home that way
Tom : I’m almost home now
Tracy : No Tom, I have an idea, if you’re still fighting go to Maple’s florists, Zoe loves the daisy’s from there more than anything, get a mixed bouquet and she will definitely cheer up
Tom : That’s like a 45 minute drive and I’m like 4 blocks away from home, I must really love your daughter.
Tracy : Hahah, I know you do Tom, tell Maple I sent you, she’ll make sure it’s the most beautiful bouquet that way, she owes me a favour.
Tom : Will do, thanks Tracy.
Zoe’s heart sank.
Partly because it wasn’t Tom, her revenge was pointless and she’d just tortured her man for nothing.
But also because it was her mom that set her up.
It all made sense in her mind.
‘She kept Tom away when he was almost home knowing what was going on.
I never once had flowers from Maples before, that was just a distraction to keep Tom out of the house for that time.
And she called, she called and hung up as i was putting my keys in the door, she knew i would listen to her ‘butt dial’ and forget to lock the house letting them in.’
Zoe remembered her current situation and untied Tom hastily apologising.
Tom was so grateful his ordeal was over and quite frankly had enjoyed parts much to his shock.
He had never had that side of the fetish before.
He forgave her instantly, too exhausted to do otherwise.
Zoe was so overwhelmed by this news.
How could her own mum do this to her?
Why would her own mum do this to her?
Zoe grew enraged.
She knew she had to get revenge again.
This time on the right person.
She had only grown in stubbornness.
Now more determined than ever, knowing Tom the man she loved more than anything had subjected her to the hands of 3 masked men who he couldn’t have even known, at least not well if at all.
He was so introverted and spending all his free time either with her or writing.
He had no real friends and the only one he did now lived in another country.
They could have done anything to her she thought, and he couldn’t have possibly known that this would have changed her outlook on tickling as a whole.
So while keeping a brave face and pretending they were happy in their life with no resentment.
Zoe plotted.
Tom hadn’t even mentioned tickling since his heartfelt plea.
She doubled down in her efforts and internally confirmed she would never let him tickle her.
It was a freak incident that overwhelmed her rather than her enjoying it.
She had lost control of her body and mind and it caused her body to react with confusing messages.
Now this sense of control was growing within her, like a seed of anger growing into an oak tree of resentment almost overnight.
Revenge was all she could consider.
Every work day was spent plotting.
She was to give Tom the exact same experience she endured and worse.
She didn’t want to get anyone else involved however, so she had to find a way to make it more torturous than her ordeal.
Along with Zoe’s own torture there was plenty of information on the internet that she could formulate an evening of revenge with.
She would watch hours of tickling videos online trying to understand techniques, both mentally and physically to truly destroy Tom.
Every video made her disgusted but it was nothing compared to the desire for revenge.
The day finally came.
Tom’s birthday.
Tom wasn’t big on self celebration and so spent his birthday doing what he enjoyed, writing.
Zoe entered Tom’s home office where he would write all his stories, wearing nothing but a seductive white lingerie set.
The bra was just too small to amplify her already exquisite bust. It clashed remarkably with her long flowing brown hair.
The red lipstick was purely Tom’s favourite colour that she knew would give her what she wanted.
She played temptingly with the silk string joining to the barely covering thong.
‘Tommm’
She cooed in a wanting manner.
Tom span from his chair.
If he hadn’t been mentally preoccupied his jaw would have likely fell in a cartoonish style.
‘Yess hon….’
His voice stopped instead.
‘I’ve got your birthday present rightttt innn hereeeee’
She lingered her white stocking covered foot tantalisingly knowing Tom wouldn’t be able to resist as she exited his office.
Tom almost hypnotised, quietly rushed behind her after holding on for a couple of seconds as not to give his eagerness away.
It mattered none to Zoe, she knew exactly what would happen.
Tom reached the bedroom and Zoe was tinkering with something.
His excitement grew when he see they were handcuffs, thinking he would finally get the chance to tie Zoe up and show her how great the experience could be.
Without a word, Zoe pulled Tom down onto the bed and began to shackle his arms to the handcuffs.
‘What are you doing?’
‘Shhh baby, I’m gonna give you the best head you’ve ever had in your life and then I’m gonna ride you until you beg me to stop’
Tom’s mind exploded.
He’d never been tied up but the experience mentioned, he’d of bought more than just a ticket if it were a movie, he’d of bought the whole theatre.
As he felt his freedom slowly being stripped from him Zoe’s demeanour began to change.
He had thought she was getting into a character where she had complete control over him.
He was right, but couldn’t be more wrong.
With the last ankle cuffed Zoe smiled wickedly.
‘Oh Tom, I have waited sooo lonnng for this’
‘So long? I know it’s my birthday but why haven’t you just done this randomly on any day?’
‘You see Tom, I needed time to plan’
She stroked her fingers down his chest firmly.
‘Plan what? What are you talking about?’
Zoe remembered all the questions she had in the same predicament and smirked realising her plan was actually now real.
‘Well Tom, I had a little visit before you came home after your meeting’
She lifted his t-shirt up over his head.
‘A visit? From who?’
‘Ohh just some friends, I think you know them’
‘Zoe I have no clue what you’re talking about? Is this some kind of role play I’m supposed to pick up on?’
Zoe grew excited by Tom’s lies, she knew he had a mind for fiction but had no idea he was such an experienced liar.
‘They did some awful things to me Tom that I think you know about’
Tom grew panicked.
‘Zoe what the fuck are you talking about? What did they do to you? Are you CHEATING ON ME?’
‘No, I won’t tell you, I’ll show you’
With that Zoe quickly spidered her fingers all over Tom’s torso.
‘HAHAHAHAHAHAH WHAT THE ahahah FUCK ahaha ZOE’
Zoe hadn’t actually known Tom was ticklish until now and was so relieved he was, she hadn’t even considered that fact and it could have ruined her entire evening of revenge.
It seemed he was even more ticklish than she is.
‘They did this to me for so longgg Tom, justtttt likeeeee thisssss’
‘ZOEEE HAHAHAHAH STOPPP PLEASSEEE AHHAHAHAHA’
Zoe spent the next minute spidering around his belly, ribs and sides, smiling the entire time before abruptly stopping.
Tom caught his breath before spluttering
‘Zoe I know I told you I have a fetish for this, but not like this, I wanted to do this to you’
‘But you did do it to me Tom’
Zoe was relishing her role of being Tom’s captor.
Her thirst for control becoming increasingly salivated.
‘You see, they were soooooo stronggggg, they tied me up just like this soooo quicckllyyyy’
Zoe started to slowly scribble her hands into Tom’s helpless armpits while speaking.
‘Zoee tsss I never did tststs that to you’
‘Okay it looks like someone needs to learn that lying gets punished’
‘NOooooOoo’
Zoe raked her fingers frantically in Tom’s bare armpits.
He bucked like a maniac trying to free himself of a straight jacket.
‘Baby hahahahaha you’ve got to ahahah stop’
‘Aww are you having a hard time?’
‘See I struggled and laughed so hard when they got in my little helpless armpits, it seemed to last foreverrrrr and eveerrrrr and everrrrr’
Zoe teased.
Tom was conflicted.
He wanted tickling to be a part of his routine like clockwork but never like this.
The only part that was saving him was briefly hearing Zoe’s story about her being tickled and led him to become quite aroused.
This couldn’t have really happened he thought.
He came home that night and she never had a mark on her body and was happy once they made up.
She hated tickling, she would have been distraught had this actually happened.
It was too sexy for Tom to hear though, true or not and he began to get hard.
‘You actually like being tickled Tom?’
‘Noooo, hahahahhaa it’s your story, it’s confusing hahahaha me’
Zoe unnerved by Tom’s horniness decided she had to up the ante and really make him suffer.
‘Well then let me show you where else they tickled me’
Zoe frantically dived for Tom’s feet scribbling with the desire of a stenographer, falling behind on the conversation.
‘HAhahahhahahHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH’
Tom was in hysterics, he hadn’t been tickled this long in his life and never expected he would be.
How long could this go on? He thought to himself.
Zoe’s long sharp nails raked effortlessly over Tom’s big bare feet.
‘See my feet were so ticklish that night that I couldn’t even think of anything other than the torture on my soft little piggies’
‘I just had to laughhh and laughhh and laughhh’
Zoe had become accustomed to her role as a dominant.
It was almost too familiar to her.
Toying with Tom, acting out her perfect revenge.
Tom was aching under the love of his life, he couldn’t bear her nails on his sensitive flesh but the stories were almost making it worthwhile.
‘This could all be over if you just admit it Tom’
‘Ahahahah admit ahahahhaha what?’
‘You know what Tom, you paid three men to kidnap me and tickle me’
Tom’s mind raced, her roleplay game was becoming a bit too real for his liking.
‘Zoeee hahaha cool it hahahah with the talk hahahaha of other hahahaha guys hahaha it’s not hahahaha hot’
Zoe was angered by this comment.
‘It wasn’t hot for me Tom, they tickled me everywhere, even here’
She dug her fingers into Tom’s inner thighs.
The shock sent him spiralling.
‘NOOOO SBSHSHAHHA AHAHHSHS’
Zoe smiled once more, happy by her handiwork, annoyed by Tom’s erection creeping through his shorts she got an idea of a video she saw.
One that could complete her revenge.
It wasn’t time yet though.
‘They even had tools Tom, I can’t believe you’d let them use tools you sick fuck’
‘Zoeee STOP THIISSSSS’
Zoe was shocked by the anger in Tom’s voice, she hadn’t seen an aggressive side to him before and stopped suddenly.
Tom catching his breath spluttered
‘I don’t know why you’re leaning into this fantasy story of yours but it’s turning me off! Just tell me about being tickled but stop this weird make believe story of yours now please’
Tom was enjoying the story but it was making him jealous believing she had this weird fantasy without letting him do it to her.
‘MAKE BELIEVE!!!!’
Zoe scoffed.
‘Tom this happened, I was tortured for what felt like hours while you were zoe sarcastically air quotes away. How can you be this committed to a lie’
She choked up slightly.
Tom realised this was real, how had he not known?
‘Baby, I’m so sorry that happened to you, but I promise you I would never do that to you’
Zoe grew frustrated, she was so mad that he could still lie right to her face while she was distressed like this.
‘Right, right, like I would never do this to you’
She ravaged her fingers like a maniac darting from place to place on Tom’s body.
His feet, thighs, knees, hips, sides, ribs, armpits.
No place received more than a couple of seconds attention and it was so intense it was leaving red scratch marks everywhere.
‘FUCKJJJ AHAHAHAHSH ZOEEEE HAHAHAHAH STOPPPP AHHAHAHAHSHSHS AHAHAHAHSH YOU AHAHAHGOT TO SHAHSH STOP’
Tom was growing exhausted, his dick pulsed and he was questioning why he ever liked tickling in the first place.
‘PLLLLLEEEEAAAAHAGAHAHSSEEEE’
Zoe withdrew herself for a moment.
Only due to her hands growing tired.
He still had more coming.
She wandered over to her mirror almost seductively.
‘Tommy, I’ve got such a nice surprise for you’
Tom lay there raspedly catching his breath unable to say a word.
‘These are the tools your friends used on me’
Tom slowly gaining composure shifted his head towards her.
‘Fuck sake Zoe please, I never did this to you, I would never do that to you!’
Zoe was becoming impressed at how committed he was to this lie.
Impressed and motivated to break him.
‘Okay baby, I believe you’
‘Good, I know I may have this thing for tickling but nevAGAAHGGSGSGSHSHAHAVSHSHHSSH’
Zoe rapidly scrubbed Tom’s feet for what felt like seconds to Zoe and hours to Tom.
Realistically probably around ten minutes.
‘NOOOOOSBAHSHAHHA AHAHHSHSHSHS’
The room seemed to shake with each reverberation bouncing off the walls from Tom’s lungs.
Zoe was in her absolute element.
This couldn’t have gone any better and he would surely soon break.
She noticed his dick begin to pulse once more and she set about her final plan in motion as she set down the hairbrushes.
Good cop.
‘Baby, it looks like your little friend needs some attention’
Tom was a sweating mess breathing intensely and visibly exhausted.
‘Please and stop with the story now’
‘Oh but it just starts getting good now baby’
‘See they all had my worst spots to themselves’
Zoe began to pull Tom’s shorts below his waist starting to stroke and slowly jerk Tom’s cock.
‘One had my sexy little feet who was scribbling all over my helpless little tootsies, another was digging into my inner thighs like a maniac, and the other one, the worst one, he kept teasing me the whole time and mixing his tickling between light and soft in my terribly ticklish armpits’
Tom knew what she was doing, and it was working.
True or not, it was sending him into a frenzy.
‘Babyyy don’t stop’
Zoe picked up the pace.
‘Then they cut away my clothes and my body was wet with sweat like I was fresh out the shower, these soft boobs and sexy little pussy were on show for all to see, and they just tickled and tickled until I was crying in ecstacy’
Tom shot his load at the most disturbing part for him.
‘AHHHHHHH AHHHHHH’
Tom exploded all over himself as he thought.
Did she say in ecstacy?
He thought he must have heard wrong.
He just had to.
‘Tom this is your last chance baby, tell me why did you pay these men to do this to me, I thought you loved me?’
Tom exhausted but now taken aback.
He was sure this was just roleplay but their fun was over now, why would she continue?
‘Baby I never did this to you, why don’t you believe me’
Bad cop.
‘Wrong answer’
Zoe wrapped her hand around Tom’s now limp cock and with her other hand slowly dragged her fingernails across his hypersensitive tip.
Not fast enough to induce full blown laughter but just enough to keep him in a constant state of torture just like she see in a video.
‘Zooooeeeee pleaaaseee thattsss too much’
‘Do you not think it was too much for me Tom?’
‘I cannttt ahahah take ittt’
‘Neither could I Tom! How could you do that to me, the love of your life’
Zoe was beginning to enjoy this new dominant experience involving tickling.
Like a junkie to a crack pipe, she was growing addicted, obsessed with it.
She felt her legs warm up and her pussy start to swell.
She was getting wet and she knew it this time.
Tom knew he was getting nowhere and had to reason with her.
‘Zoeee I can prove this pleasseee just stoppp’
‘How can you prove this?’
‘Check my phone tstststs’
‘You would have deleted whatever evidence you had I’m not stupid’
‘Nooo tstststst I had no service for a week when I went to my hahshs meeting, my phone was acting up tststaha, check my texts, I have loads hshshs from the client trying to connect’
Zoe was gobsmacked, she herself knew that she couldn’t withstand this level of torture and hold onto a lie this long, she began to doubt herself.
Tom was even more ticklish than she was and he hadn’t budged on his story once.
She reached for his phone in his shorts pocket and checked his texts.
His story checked out.
She kept up her tickling of Tom’s cock with her free hand still not fully convinced when she see a text chain from her mum.
Her mum had text Tom the night of the event and asked what time he’s home as she will visit them both.
Why would she text him and not her?
Her mind raced as she scrolled the chat.
Tom : No need for that Tracy but thanks for the offer, I’m pretty tired and me and Zoe are still fighting anyway.
Zoe thought to herself
‘what does he mean still?’
She read on.
Tracy : What time will you be back anyway I may visit Zoe and can leave before you’re home that way
Tom : I’m almost home now
Tracy : No Tom, I have an idea, if you’re still fighting go to Maple’s florists, Zoe loves the daisy’s from there more than anything, get a mixed bouquet and she will definitely cheer up
Tom : That’s like a 45 minute drive and I’m like 4 blocks away from home, I must really love your daughter.
Tracy : Hahah, I know you do Tom, tell Maple I sent you, she’ll make sure it’s the most beautiful bouquet that way, she owes me a favour.
Tom : Will do, thanks Tracy.
Zoe’s heart sank.
Partly because it wasn’t Tom, her revenge was pointless and she’d just tortured her man for nothing.
But also because it was her mom that set her up.
It all made sense in her mind.
‘She kept Tom away when he was almost home knowing what was going on.
I never once had flowers from Maples before, that was just a distraction to keep Tom out of the house for that time.
And she called, she called and hung up as i was putting my keys in the door, she knew i would listen to her ‘butt dial’ and forget to lock the house letting them in.’
Zoe remembered her current situation and untied Tom hastily apologising.
Tom was so grateful his ordeal was over and quite frankly had enjoyed parts much to his shock.
He had never had that side of the fetish before.
He forgave her instantly, too exhausted to do otherwise.
Zoe was so overwhelmed by this news.
How could her own mum do this to her?
Why would her own mum do this to her?
Zoe grew enraged.
She knew she had to get revenge again.
This time on the right person.
