A
True Tickling Story
by laughman0071@yahoo.com
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The
person I met lives in New York. I met him at his apartment a couple
weeks ago for a bondage/tickle session. After speaking for several
weeks both online and over the phone we agreed to meet.
When I arrived at his apartment we chatted for a few minutes, sometimes
there is a slightly awkward feeling when meeting someone for the
first time, but it soon passes. After chatting he showed me his
bedroom and the restraints he owned. A nice set of leather restraints
that he attached to the frame of the bed. It was my first time using
leather restraints and I must say it was nice, much better than
rope. So I went to the bathroom and stripped down to a pair of shorts
and nothing else.
I told him I would go first as the lee. So he proceeded to tie me
to the bead spread eagled so the fun could begin.
He began at my feet, his favorite spot, with light strokes causing
me to twitch and giggle. He tested all areas for sensitivity, including
the tops. I was laughing, but not too hard. I was also able to keep
it in, at least until he started moving up my legs, to my belly
and eventually up to my dreaded armpits where I started struggling
and pleading with him to not go to my armpits. Like any good tickler,
my pleas fell upon deaf ears as he attacked my armpits sending me
into a crazed laughing panic. While going through this I realized
I forgot to suggest a safeword. I mentioned it to him but he said
he would stop if I asked him to so there would be no need for a
safe word. He then promptly went back to torturing my exposed and
helpless underarms.
He did so for several minutes before I finally convinced him to
give me a break. During this break he proceeded back down to my
feet, I knew he suspected that I had now been sensitized, and he
was right! He again attacked my feet with renewed vigor as I lost
it again. For several minutes he dragged his fingers up and down
my feet causing me to vainly pull on my restraints in a vain effort
to get free. When he finally did stop, he stayed down at my feet
but wasn't tickling me. I opened my eyes and saw him leaning down
and he began to gently lick and suck my toes. Now this tickled a
bit but it was a very nice feeling too. While doing this he had
his feet up near my face and hands so I took every opportunity to
kiss and lick his feet, as well as tickle them.
Once he began to bite my oh so soft and sensitive feet it started
to renew my torment and the once pleasurable sensations he was causing
now turned back into those intense and unbearable tickling feelings
and soon again he had me laughing and screaming as he bit, nibbled,
scraped, and scratched my ticklish soles. It must have been ten
minutes he tickled my feet, as I lay there helpless on his bed as
he had his way with my tender toes. He did stop again once he heard
the desperation in my voice, as I lay relieved for the break I soon
realized it was only given so he could reposition back at my armpits
and cause yet another long bout of hysterical laughter.
I hardly remember much, only the panic that overtook my mind. I
would have done anything, agreed to anything, and said anything
just to get it to stop. He did give me short breaks, and I mean
short, but only just to tease me. Sometime he would lie across my
pelvis and hold one arm up so I couldn't bring it down at all. As
he did this I would start to freak out as his hands slowly descended
upon my helpless armpit. I could feel his fingers long before they
ever touched skin or hair. However when they did reach their destination
I would again be sent into another bout of uncontrollable hysterical
laughter.
He continued this for several minutes before I finally broke and
told him to untie me. He did so without question and begins undoing
the leather restraints. My turn was finally over. His was about
to begin.
After resting for a few minutes I got up and he lay down as I started
to strap him to the bed. I noticed his feet looked as soft and smooth
as mine did; I knew this was going to be fun. After strapping him
to the bed spread eagle I playfully began dragging my fingers lightly
up his soles, it turned out his feet were about as ticklish as my
armpits. His soles flailed and jerked as every stroke made contact
with his tender flesh. I knew I had to keep tickling his feet but
I also wanted to check his other areas. I started moving up his
legs to his belly. I found him delightfully ticklish on his belly
and sides so I stayed there scribbling on his belly as he giggled
and squirmed.
From there I moved up to his armpits, though not nearly as ticklish
as mine, I still got a nice reaction from him. I straddled his waist
as I darted from area to area trying to keep him off guard, but
soon what I had feared most happened, he was starting to desensitize,
so I hopped up off of his waist and straddled his right leg. I grabbed
a hold of his toes with one hand and with the other I lightly drew
my fingers across his foot trying like hell not to let it move away
from my ticklish onslaught. This causes his laughter to get maniacal
and the rest of his body to violently jerk about. I was afraid he
would hurt himself so I gave him a quick break. But it was mainly
so I could jump over to his other leg and repeat my ticklish attack.
I found he really responded best to a very light feathery tickle
with my fingers. Again his laughter renewed and his flailing continued,
especially when I oh-so-lightly scratched the pad of his foot just
below the toes. He nearly bucked me off it tickled so badly. I decided
to enjoy his feet a little more so I bent down and started to nibble
and lick his soles, which he enjoyed quite a bit. Not long after
I started I quickly stopped and started to bite and tickle causing
him to jump and scream. It was quite fun.
After several minutes more foot tickling, my friend could take no
more and asked to be released, so as he did for me when I asked,
I released him. Though not wanting the fun to end so quickly, as
I still had time before I had to leave, I volunteered to be tickled
a little while longer. So after getting strapped in one more time,
the bastard went right back at my armpits. He laid on me and held
my elbow down so I couldn't move and ever so slowly brought his
fingers teasingly toward my armpit. Just watching it made me jump
and squirm. He continued this trend for several more minutes before
I broke down again and asked to be untied. It was very very intense,
I just couldn't take any more. So he untied me, we cleaned up and
went our separate ways.
I look forward to my next meeting with him.
I hope you enjoyed the story.
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