You have me on the couch, in the middle of you and another woman. Shirt and pants off. My arms spread out on the back of the couch so my armpits are exposed. I am blindfolded and gagged.
I have been a naughty little girl, and you are determined to tickle me insane.
You put on a movie that both you and the other woman enjoy. It's a particularly long one.
You use both of your hands/fingers and tickle up and down, going from my belly, to my sides, to my armpits and back again, very aggressively. I am scream laughing into my gag, shaking, but you don't care. If your hands or fingers get tired there are brushes, feathers, an electric toothbrush. You're not going to let me off easy. Your face shows everything, at times angry, stoic, and only giving off an evil grin when you hear a squeal.
The woman is gentler. While she is tickling fast, her long nails skittering up and down my sides and armpits, she has a playful and soft smile on her face. Though she is taunting me with "tickle, tickle, tickle" every once in a while.*
You take a short break to get a tool and notice the woman hesitate. It has been a couple hours, after all. She asks you "shouldn't we stop for at least a bit? Her poor tummy must be on fire right now. And those armpits...you practically destroyed her."
You give her that smirk of pure evil. "I don't care. She deserves to get the shit tickled out of her. Keep going. Make her squeal like a pig. I'll decide when she's had enough."
And you both tickle, and tickle....not caring if I end up sobbing.
I have been a naughty little girl, and you are determined to tickle me insane.
You put on a movie that both you and the other woman enjoy. It's a particularly long one.
You use both of your hands/fingers and tickle up and down, going from my belly, to my sides, to my armpits and back again, very aggressively. I am scream laughing into my gag, shaking, but you don't care. If your hands or fingers get tired there are brushes, feathers, an electric toothbrush. You're not going to let me off easy. Your face shows everything, at times angry, stoic, and only giving off an evil grin when you hear a squeal.
The woman is gentler. While she is tickling fast, her long nails skittering up and down my sides and armpits, she has a playful and soft smile on her face. Though she is taunting me with "tickle, tickle, tickle" every once in a while.*
You take a short break to get a tool and notice the woman hesitate. It has been a couple hours, after all. She asks you "shouldn't we stop for at least a bit? Her poor tummy must be on fire right now. And those armpits...you practically destroyed her."
You give her that smirk of pure evil. "I don't care. She deserves to get the shit tickled out of her. Keep going. Make her squeal like a pig. I'll decide when she's had enough."
And you both tickle, and tickle....not caring if I end up sobbing.
