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The World Turned Upside Down (F/M Intense)

ttgore

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A sadistic wife. . .a helpless hubby. . .some duct tape and a feather—what more could you ask for? Enjoy!

:jester:

THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

by

T.T. Gore​


“EEEEYAAAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Rodger screamed. He wiggled his upthrust ass with desperate vigor in an attempt to ameliorate the effects of his wife’s excruciating ministration. It was a futile effort. There was nothing—absolutely NOTHING—he could do to relieve or even lessen the hilarious torment that was driving him out of his fucking MIND—!

“Heavens, I wonder what your GIRLFRIEND would say if she saw you now?” Marsha inquired in a voice that positively dripped with malice. “Somehow I doubt that she’d be very impressed, Roger!”

“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Rodger shrieked. He’d have begged for mercy if he’d had the breath to spare for mere words. But he needed every molecule of oxygen that he could suck into his laboring lungs to fuel the manic, nonstop fucking LAUGHTER that was driving right out of his fucking MIND—!

“I can’t imagine how you thought you’d ever get away with it,” Marsha commented as she stroked Rodger’s swaying scrotum with the long, stiff, pointed feather she held in her right hand. “Perhaps I made a mistake in marrying you, darling—I’ve always had a fatal weakness for generously endowed young men with muscles and chest hair. But once I HAD married you I wasn’t about to tolerate unfaithfulness! The stud stays in MY stable—or ELSE!”

“GAAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Rodger bellowed. Oh GOD! Would this unendurable torment never END?! It seemed to him that Marsha had been tickling his balls for HOURS! In fact a mere ten minutes had passed since the moment that Marsha had dipped the feather down between his thighs to ever so gently stroke the ultra-sensitive sac that dangled there. But poor Rodger had lost all sense of time. The indescribable sensation that swept over his naked body at the feather’s first caress drove every thought from his head except a desperate, despairing conviction that he wouldn’t be able to bear thirty SECONDS of this torture—!

But actually a man in his position had no choice but to grin—or rather laugh like a loon—and bear it.

And it was an interesting position—to say the least. After showing him the incriminating photos—and reminding him of who paid the bills—Marsha had commanded him to take his clothes off. “All of them,” she snapped when he hesitated over his briefs. “I want you stark naked, darling!”

The house was an old one, with ancient radiators in every room. In this upstairs back bedroom a pipe ran along the wall, under a window that overlooked the large back yard. Marsha produced a roll of duct tape and taped his wrists together in front of him. Then she made him stand facing the window and ordered him to spread his legs. When he hesitated again, she gave him a stinging slap on the butt. “That’s better,” she said when he complied. “Now hold still.” Working quickly, she secured his ankles to the pipe with duct tape. “That should keep your feet where I want them,” she said. Now bend over.”

This time Rodger didn’t hesitate. He bent double, and wedging himself against the wall. Marsha secured him in position by taping his wrists to the pipe.

Thus Rodger found himself almost complete immobilized, with a disorienting upside-down view of the bedroom, framed by his quivering thighs. And he was suddenly conscious of the way in which a certain VERY delicate portion of his masculine anatomy was exposed to attack from the rear!

Marsha stepped back to admire her handiwork. She gave Rodger an affectionate pat on the ass. “I’m not sure that you’re going to enjoy this, darling,” she whispered. “But I know that I will!”

And with that, Marsha produced the feather from her handbag—and commenced her excruciating ministrations!

After a year of marriage, Rodger had grown used to his wife’s peculiarities. Marsha was fortysomething, nine years older than he, and undoubtedly attractive. She had cropped dark hair, a narrow straight-featured face with provocatively arched eyebrows, a sensuous, slender figure, and enticingly long legs. That she was also a filthy rich widow only enhanced her allure in Rodger’s eyes. Theirs was a whirlwind courtship, and it was not until the wedding night that he learned about his bride’s somewhat exotic sexual preferences.

The perverted little games that she made him play were sometimes enjoyable, sometimes disgusting and occasionally painful. However (as she occasionally reminded him), Marsha paid the bills. So Rodger resigned himself to performing as required on those two or three nights a week when Marsha was feeling randy. And until the day he met Jill, he’d been reasonably content with his lot.

“BWAAAAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” he howled now, doing his level best to jerk free of the tape and climb the fucking WALL! He was laughing his stupid HEAD off—but Marsha merely smiled coldly and went right on with her ticklish assault. She was sitting cross-legged behind him; Rodger’s upside-down view lent her face a fiendish, leering aspect. And only now did he notice that she’d also taken her clothes off and was wearing nothing but a pair of royal blue silk panties that clung to her shapely hips!

Marsha was relentless. The non-stop, hilarious torture went on and on and fucking ON! Rodger writhed. He wiggled. He got goose bumps. He squealed and shrieked. In short order, he was reduced to a condition of sweating, trembling, wheezing exhaustion. At that point, his sadistic wife finally took pity on him.

“Perhaps I’d better let you get your breath back,” she said, withdrawing the hellish feather and laying it aside. “It’s going to be a LONG night, darling, and I wouldn’t want you to poop OUT on me!”

Rodger all but sobbed with relief when the terrible tickling stopped. He spent several moments gasping for air before trusting himself to speak. And when he did speak, his words came in a plaintive wail.

“Marsha. . .please. . .oh please. . .don’t TICKLE me any more!” he begged. “I’m sorry! Sorry!”

“Oh, are you?” Marsha smiled. She gave her captive husband’s bare behind an affectionate pat. “Do you have any idea, Rodger, how absolutely RIDICULOUS you look? That’s almost the best part. When I found out what you were up to, darling, I spent a lot of time thinking up a proper punishment for you. It had to be something particularly humiliating. Something you’d never forget. And I don’t think you’ll ever forget THIS evening!”

“I’ve learned my LESSON!” Rodger sobbed. “I’ll be GOOD from now on! I WILL!”

“But Rodger,” she cooed. “Don’t you think I’m entitled to have a little FUN with you, hmmm?” She patted his ass again. “I’m prepared to forgive you, of course—but if you play you have to pay. And as you know, darling, I rather enjoy lording it over attractive younger men of your type. So if you want to continue to enjoy the benefits of marriage to a rich BITCH, you’ll just have to LAUGH for her!”

“But you’re driving me CRAZY!” Rodger cried.

“No, I’m driving you NUTS!” Marsha replied as she snatched up the feather and thrust it between his quivering thighs!

“EEEEEE-HEE!!! EEEEEE-HEE!! EEEEEE-HEE!!!” Rodger screeched as a fresh thrill of ticklish torment shot from his swaying balls to convulse every muscle in his body! “EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!”

“Goodness!” Marsha snickered. “Are you WINKING at me, you naughty boy?”

Rodger had no idea what she meant by THAT—until the feather darted up to stroke his puckered ORIFICE—!

“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO-HO!!!” Rodger bellowed. This horrific new caress was sending unbearably intense shocks of ticklish sensation straight up his fucking ASSHOLE! It made him CRINGE all over—it made the dark hairs on his arms and legs stick out like tiny QUILLS—it made his GUTS churn—it made him wish he could turn himself right the fuck inside OUT—!

“Poor BABY!” Marsha cooed in mock sympathy. “Does it TICKLE too much?”

“OH-HO-HO-OH-HOOH-HO-HO-NO MORE!!!” Rodger screamed. He wiggled his naked ass with desperate energy. “PLEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEEEESE!!!”

“Please what?” Marsha inquired. “Please tickle you MORE? Why, certainly!”

For what seemed a substantial chunk of eternity, she subjected Rodger to the feather’s unendurable caress, alternating between his anal orifice and his dangling gonads. This time she didn’t relent until the sweat was dripping from his body and his laughter had faded to a throaty croak. When the tickling stopped, Rodger continued to tremble. Had it not been for the duct tape which held him firmly in position, he’d have collapsed in a heap.

“Well,” Marsha observed. “I can see that you’ve had enough for one evening, darling!” She rose to her feet to stand beside him, with one hand resting lightly on his squirming butt. “The thing is, though, I haven’t!”

“No. . .more. . .” Rodger managed to wheeze. “Can’t. . .take any. . .more. . .”

“But darling!” she replied. “I was just beginning to enjoy myself!”

“I’m. . .begging you. . .” Rodger wheezed.

“And I DO like hearing you beg, Rodger. Truly I do.” She dug her well-honed nails into his butt cheek. This made Rodger grunt—whether in pain or pleasure he couldn’t have said. “Keep doing it, won’t you? Just keep begging for my mercy. Who knows—maybe I’ll tale pity on you eventually. But for now—”

CRACK! “EEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!”

“Perhaps a SPANKING will pep you up, darling!” Marsha sneered as she drew back her arm to deliver a second slap to Rodger’s defenseless derriere.

CRACK! “AAAARRRRGH!!!”

CRACK! “HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!”

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Twelve stinging slaps proved sufficient to restore Rodger’s energy. Indeed, by the eighth one he was yelping and shaking his behind with considerable energy. “Now that’s a VERY pretty shade of pink,” Marsha chuckled after delivering her final stroke. “Of course, after another bout of tickling, you’ll be pink all OVER!”

And before Rodger could protest, the torment began anew!

“AAAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-AAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” he howled. “YAAAAHAAAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAH-HAA!!!” Now Marsha was stroking the backs of his LEGS, from heels to hips, across his tenderized ass, up one side and down the other, and the sensation absolutely fucking UNVBEARABLE—!

“Really, darling,” Marsha trilled. “I think you actually LIKE being tickled! You do, don’t you? Tell me that you do!”

“OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Rodger protested. It was not, alas, a very coherent protest. Rodger wiggled and writhed and trembled and struggled madly to jerk free of the binding tape—all to no avail. His laughter rose in pitch to a girlish shriek. And inch by inch, he could sense the shadow of hysteria creeping over his mind.

Marsha’s face, which he glimpsed occasionally in upside-down perspective, had taken on a fixed, intent expression. Gradually she ceased to taunt him. Even in the throes of his hilarious anguish, it was clear to Rodger that she was enjoying herself far too much to stop anytime soon. So he squirmed and sweated and raised fresh crops of goose bumps—and laughed and laughed and fucking LAUGHED—until his fucking BRAIN felt like it was bouncing off the inside of his fucking SKULL—and when Marsha finally DID stop he never even noticed because mercifully he’d passed out just a moment before. . .

When he awoke, Rodger found that he was still naked and bound to the pipe. His skin was still covered with sweat. A fierce itch, the residue of the feather’s caress, afflicted his balls and his asshole. And—he realized with a shock of horror—he had a fucking ERECTION—!

“All EXCITED are we?” Marsha inquired. Once more she was standing beside him wit one hand resting on his butt. “Or is it just that you need to go POTTY, darling?”

Her mocking question seemed to concentrate Rodger’s attention on his bladder. Shit, the bitch was right! He had to pee—he had to pee real BAD—!

“Sorry, darling,” Marsha snickered. She gave him a slap on the ass. “No potty break for you, I’m afraid. You’ll just have to hold onto it until I’m finished. If you can.”

“Oh no!” Rodger sobbed. “Marsha—please! Oh please please PLEASE I’m BEGGING you!”

“And how I LOVE to make you beg,” Marsha replied with a malicious chuckle. “Please go on,” she continued, resuming her cross-legged tickling position behind her frantic, helpless husband. “Please beg me not to do what I’m about to do,” she said as she raised the feather.”

“No!” Rodger screamed. “NO!”

“And you’d better not have an ACCIDENT darling,” Marsha added as she thrust the feather between his thighs. “For if you do, your punishment will be DOUBLED!”

Rodger did his very best to heed his wife’s warning—but as you may have guessed already, he eventually disgraced himself with a complete loss of control. And Marsha was much amused.
 
Another great story from my fave author on the TMF. I really loved the character of Marsha. If she wasn't just a story character, I'd have much to discuss with her...
 
Wow!

TT...You've done it again. That was an incredible story. Thanks. Please don't be offended, but did you get your setup idea from an old Ted Mark novel... entitled "My Son The Double Agent?" The main character is a spy named Steve Victor and he winds up naked and tied like you describe to the foot of an iron bed...looking upside down at his topless tickle tormentor.

Thanks for the story and keep up the excellent work.

Timy
 
Great story, I really liked the desriptions of how she tormented him with the feather. :D
 
...did you get your setup idea from an old Ted Mark novel... entitled "My Son The Double Agent?" The main character is a spy named Steve Victor and he winds up naked and tied like you describe to the foot of an iron bed...looking upside down at his topless tickle tormentor.

Timy

You know, now that you mention it, I may have. I do remember reading a story in which the protagonist was subjected to just such a torture—this was many years ago—and though the title and author have faded from memory, I've never forgotten the scenario. What wronged wife, I asked myself, wouldn't relish the opportunity to give her straying husband an intimate and humiliating taste of the feather?

Glad you liked the story.
 
I Loved The Story

TT,
Whether or not you got the setup from that old Ted Mark book is not important. The story was great and yes I enjoyed the story both mentally and physically. ;-b That old Ted Mark book was always an JO fantasy and you have really improved on it.... Thanks again.

Timy
 
HOT story! She means business! Whewee!
Thanks a great deal for posting this story!
 
Great story again TTGore. And Timy, could you tell us a bit more about that book series?
 
Book Series

Sure. The book series was by the author Ted Mark, and pen name. They were written back in the 60's and 70's during the James Bond popularity. I don't remember how I got on to it but, picked them up in a used book store. To my knowledge, the volume entitled, My Son The Double Agent is the only one that contained tickling. I thought they were well written, humorous and sexy. But TT Gore story using that set up...is much better and much higher on the my boner scale. If you're interested, you can go to http://www.alibris.com/
I bet you can find some copies there.

Happy tickling!

Timy
 
1 of 2 things...

This will let all thos lers know not to cheat, but it tell M lees that they should lol. Very intence stuff.
 
Great story again TTGore. And Timy, could you tell us a bit more about that book series?

I have the book and it has a great tickle torture sequence!
The hero, Steve Victor, is a James Bond (think early Sean Connery) type hero.
He gets tied naked then gets his balls tickled with a goose feather. He is extremely ticklish and starts laughing hysterically. His torturer (a girl) shows him little mercy as she tickles him to the edge of madness. Eventually, he can't stand it any longer, and agrees to confess all.
If only it had been made into a film!!!
 
sounds good, JJ. Tell me more. Is he confessing to cheating, or something else? Also, what are these books like? Are they Pornographic books with tongue-in-cheek humour, or what exactly?
 
The Reason why you are my favorite author on the Forum :), another great story
 
sounds good, JJ. Tell me more. Is he confessing to cheating, or something else? Also, what are these books like? Are they Pornographic books with tongue-in-cheek humour, or what exactly?

Hi Cosmo.
I think there might have been a series of the books, but I only have ‘My Son the Double Agent’. The book isn’t really pornographic – more a tongue-in-cheek spy type novel. Think of the sort of spoof films that grew up around the era of the early Bond movies and you’ll get the idea.

The hero is a guy called Steve Victor, who’s an agent for the O.R.G.Y organization.
Right at the beginning of the story, Steve finds himself captured by a beautiful female agent from a rival organization. Having thought he was about to jump into bed with her, Steve’s already naked, when suddenly he gets overpowered. He’s then forced to bend over double and each of his wrists gets tied to the corresponding ankle. His legs are spread wide apart and his calves get lashed to a pair of bedposts so he can neither squat or stand up. He is now staring at his captor who he sees upside down as he looks through between his legs. Then the fun starts!
The girl starts asking him questions. She wants to know who he is, who he’s working for, details of his mission…all that sort of stuff. When he fails to answer, she produces a long goose feather, approaches him from behind, and starts tickling his balls.
It is at this point that we discover that Steve Victor is extremely ticklish! In fact, he bursts out laughing immediately.
In what is a very, very good torture sequence, the girl continues to tickle Steve Victor’s balls with the goose feather, whilst demanding that he answers her questions. He is very quickly laughing so hard and helplessly that at one point he actually thinks he’s going to be tickled to death. He really is absolutely howling with helpless laughter throughout.
Not long after, Victor just can’t take any more and he tells the girl he’ll talk, if only she’ll stop tickling him.

Shortly after this, Victor escapes. However, he is soon re-captured and brought to a barn for a second interrogation. When he enters, he sees a different woman sitting stroking the same goose feather. He is so ticklish that he has to stop himself from giggling, just from anticipation! Unfortunately, no further tickling ensues in this case.

The book is written in the first person, so the whole narrative is given from Steve Victor’s point of view. There is lots of detailed description of Victor’s laughing. I hope I’m not breaching copyright, but here’s a small example –

Domino delicately dipped the tip of the feather between my thighs from behind so that the spheres of my manhood swayed ever so slightly.
“Ha-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho-hee-hee-hee-ha-ho-ha-hee!” Thus it started.
“Why did you kill our man in Manila?”
“I didn’t kill anyone in Manila!” I tried to tell her.
She ignored my protest. The feather wiggled again.
“Hee-hee-hee-hee-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ha-ha-ha-ha-hee-ha-ho-ha-hee!”


It is well worth getting - I enjoyed it even although I’m not really into male tickling.
 
Absolutely awesome story! It described the visual image that I prefer in a Female Ler...."In Charge!, Diabolical and Great Verbal Dialogue as she Tickles!" Now if only a producer could put that work on film!
 
There have been a few posts recently concerning stories by the great T T Gore so I thought I would bump this one again. One of my favourites :)
 
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