houdini
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This is my first story attempt please let me know what you think...Thank you.
Donuts
It was a warm summer afternoon and Beth and I were just sitting watching TV when she got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. I yelled to her,”Honey get me a couple of donuts please.” She shouted back something about always eating and can’t control myself. She came back in with the donuts and a bit of an attitude. I asked her what was the matter with her. She said, “You are always eating something at any given time. It’s like you can’t control yourself.” I told her that it was human nature and it’s my body telling me something I can’t control. No more then you can control your body when it tells you something you have no control over. She looked at me defiantly and said,”I have total control over my body at all times.” “Really?” I shot back. “How about a little test then to see if that is true.” She looked at me curiously, but was not about to back down now! She said,”Test, what kind of test?” “Well let’s just say a test to prove what an iron will you have.” She reluctantly agreed to whatever I had in mind, but was still unsure of what I had up my sleeve. I said,” Ok here is the deal, I get to tickle you and for 2 minutes you can’t laugh or try to pull away. After that you just have to endure it for at least 15 minutes straight.” She said,” What will that prove?” I told her,” Well it will show you that you really can’t control your body anymore then I can control mine.” “Ridiculous”, she shouted back. I looked at her and said, “I thought so, now where are those donuts.” “Wait a minute….Wait a minute…Ok fine to prove to you that you are wrong and you should be able to control yourself I will submit to your stupid test.”
I quickly ran into the garage to grab some rope for the “test.” I came back in and she looked at me as if I were crazy. “What the hell do you think you are going to do with that”, she said. “Well, I know how ticklish you are and also know you probably won’t stand still for this sooooo, I need the rope to help insure the test is a success”, I shot back. She then said,” Fine let’s get on with this so I can prove to you how wrong you are.” I escorted her to the couch where she sat down and I had her put her feet through the chair directly in front of her. I knew her feet were the most ticklish part of her entire body and that was my only target. She was wearing jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and sandals. She was actually a very striking woman with her blond hair, blue eyes and perfect skin. Her size 5 feet were incredibly delicate and she knew that was going to be her undoing if she couldn’t hold out. I began to tie her feet to the chair to make sure mobility was almost impossible. After a couple of minutes I stepped back to survey my handy work. “Ok that looks good enough to me”, I said. “Can you move?” Laughing slightly she said,” Of course I can’t move you pinhead you just tied me up.” Her and I both realizing how silly this really had become started to laugh a little at ourselves, but of course neither one of us were willing to back down now. Ok, are you ready?” I said almost singing it. She looked at me and reluctantly said, “Yeah no problem.” I started to slowly remove her sandals revealing her cute little feet which were perfectly tan except for the creamy white soles. Her bright red nail polish really accented her feet well. I picked up the quill pen I got off the desk and started to run it up and down her right foot and the effect was immediate. She bit her lip and held her breath to try and fight off the tickling sensation. “Coochie coochie coo”, I taunted her. “Ok now I know this really tickles so just give up and I will stop, of course you lose but who cares”, I added. She looked at me but couldn’t speak as I picked up the pace and started to use the feather right under her toes. That really seemed to get to her as she tried to hold the laughter in “Mmmmpgh….NO NEVER”, she half screamed, half laughed. “Come on, I know this feather is torture for those cute little ticklish toes….come on laugh, just let go, you know you want to” I could see she was starting to really weaken, so I figured it was time use another implement I have always had good luck with, my fingers. My nails were not long, but there was enough there to do the deed. I attacked her arch with my fingers scrambling them deep into that creamy white skin. She jumped with renewed energy, almost clear off the couch. MMMMMMPPPGHGH…she stammered. “Oh that’s it my dear now just let it out I can see you are about to crack.” NO NO AH No Never…..I almost had her now so I began sawing the feather between her toes. “This wittle piggy gets tickled and this wittle piggy get tickled.” I said in a baby like voice. “Oh my dear that feather looks like it’s doing it’s job quite well you are about to explode with laughter….Come on give up Kitchie Kictchie Cooooooooo. No AHAHA NEVER HAHHAAHAAHHAHA…..STOP OH GOD NO MORE ……NOT THE TOES PLEASE….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP IT NOT THE TOES …NOT THE TOES OH GOD THAT TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHA. I had her and she knew it, but with all the excitement I forgot to check the time she actually lasted the 2 minutes, and was at 2 minutes 10 seconds. Damn, I thought to myself she is never going to let me forget this. I stopped and said, “OK you made it past the two minute mark without laughing, but now we go for endurance.” “Oh God, No more please”, she shot back. “Great I win then, see I told you it was no use when your body gives in, that’s it.” I quickly shot back. “Wait a minute buster, not so fast” she said looking through teary eyes.” “I lasted the two minutes, so let me go and that’s it, I proved myself.” “Well, not exactly. The bet was to last at least 15 minutes too remember?” “Oh right” she responded reluctantly. “Ok fine let’s get it over with then Mister, but whatever I say Don’t Stop unless I pass out or explode.” We both kind of laughed out loud at how pig headed she was. “Ok” I replied, “But just remember you told me to do this Miss Stubborn, ready for round two my dear?” I started right away on her arch and it seemed as though she jumped out of her skin and began pleading and begging right away….OH GOD NOT THERE PLEASE NOT THERE …..I CAN’T STAND IT …. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH …PLEASE HAVE MERCY. “No mercy my dear only this” at which time I sawed the feather between her toes. She started to pound the couch with her fist screaming with laughter. “NO NOT THE TOES PLEASE THAT’S MY MOST TICKLISH SPOT….OH GOD NO MORE TOES….. AHAHAHAHA…..STOP…STOP…PLEASE.” “Give up my dear?” I said looking deep into her teary eyes. “NEVER YOU LITTLE PINHEAD” she screamed at me. I stopped and looked at her in mock astonishment. “Pinhead, PINHEAD huh” I repeated. “OK Missy now you are in for it” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a dinner fork and ran back. I held it behind my back so she couldn’t see it. “OK Mr. Pinhead now what do you have?” she said nervously. “Well you see Beth this is what I want to call “The Persuader.” I then produced the fork from behind my back. It’s like I was holding a gun to her. “OH GOD NO ….Please sweetheart not that. anything but that, I will die.” Sorry Beth this calls for desperate measures”, I shot back. “No Please honey I am sorry about the Pinhead comment, please do not use that fork on my poor little feet I am way to sensitive.” “Sorry my dear but I am going to take this fork and rake it against your soles until you cry Uncle” I then did exactly that. She tried to hold back the laughter at first but it was no use. “Up and Down Up and Down” , I taunted……Kitchie Kitchie Coo…Come on my little ticklish doll….Oh there I can see that smile again and the tears are starting to flow again now LAUGH IT UP. “NO I WON”T LET YOUOOOOOOH
OH NO MORE PLEASE STOP NOT MY ARCH ANYTHING BUT THAT AHAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE DRVING ME INSANE…STOP PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH I CAN’T STAND IT AHAHAHAHAHAH.
I stopped for a second and said,” Ready to give up” as I continued with the fork. “NO NO NO STOP YOU ARE TORTURING ME PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO MORE PLEASE GOD NO MORE I GIVE UP I GIVE UP” she screamed. “Nope can’t do that Hun remember you said don’t stop unless you pass out or explode” I reminded her. I WAS ONLY HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAH….MY FEET ARE…..WEAKNESS…TORTURE …STOP…KILLLING ME” I had to stop, she was at the breaking point and it was only like 7 minutes into the full 15 and besides she wasn’t even making sense anymore just babbling things. “OK OK you win, have your damn donuts already” she said as sweat dripped from her soaked hair. “Well, OK but one more thing I need you to do for me before I untie you.” I said. “ANYTHING what is it?” She asked exhausted. We have any milk to go with the donuts....(big smirk)
Well not very long but it's my first shot. Thanks.............
Donuts
It was a warm summer afternoon and Beth and I were just sitting watching TV when she got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. I yelled to her,”Honey get me a couple of donuts please.” She shouted back something about always eating and can’t control myself. She came back in with the donuts and a bit of an attitude. I asked her what was the matter with her. She said, “You are always eating something at any given time. It’s like you can’t control yourself.” I told her that it was human nature and it’s my body telling me something I can’t control. No more then you can control your body when it tells you something you have no control over. She looked at me defiantly and said,”I have total control over my body at all times.” “Really?” I shot back. “How about a little test then to see if that is true.” She looked at me curiously, but was not about to back down now! She said,”Test, what kind of test?” “Well let’s just say a test to prove what an iron will you have.” She reluctantly agreed to whatever I had in mind, but was still unsure of what I had up my sleeve. I said,” Ok here is the deal, I get to tickle you and for 2 minutes you can’t laugh or try to pull away. After that you just have to endure it for at least 15 minutes straight.” She said,” What will that prove?” I told her,” Well it will show you that you really can’t control your body anymore then I can control mine.” “Ridiculous”, she shouted back. I looked at her and said, “I thought so, now where are those donuts.” “Wait a minute….Wait a minute…Ok fine to prove to you that you are wrong and you should be able to control yourself I will submit to your stupid test.”
I quickly ran into the garage to grab some rope for the “test.” I came back in and she looked at me as if I were crazy. “What the hell do you think you are going to do with that”, she said. “Well, I know how ticklish you are and also know you probably won’t stand still for this sooooo, I need the rope to help insure the test is a success”, I shot back. She then said,” Fine let’s get on with this so I can prove to you how wrong you are.” I escorted her to the couch where she sat down and I had her put her feet through the chair directly in front of her. I knew her feet were the most ticklish part of her entire body and that was my only target. She was wearing jean shorts, a white t-shirt, and sandals. She was actually a very striking woman with her blond hair, blue eyes and perfect skin. Her size 5 feet were incredibly delicate and she knew that was going to be her undoing if she couldn’t hold out. I began to tie her feet to the chair to make sure mobility was almost impossible. After a couple of minutes I stepped back to survey my handy work. “Ok that looks good enough to me”, I said. “Can you move?” Laughing slightly she said,” Of course I can’t move you pinhead you just tied me up.” Her and I both realizing how silly this really had become started to laugh a little at ourselves, but of course neither one of us were willing to back down now. Ok, are you ready?” I said almost singing it. She looked at me and reluctantly said, “Yeah no problem.” I started to slowly remove her sandals revealing her cute little feet which were perfectly tan except for the creamy white soles. Her bright red nail polish really accented her feet well. I picked up the quill pen I got off the desk and started to run it up and down her right foot and the effect was immediate. She bit her lip and held her breath to try and fight off the tickling sensation. “Coochie coochie coo”, I taunted her. “Ok now I know this really tickles so just give up and I will stop, of course you lose but who cares”, I added. She looked at me but couldn’t speak as I picked up the pace and started to use the feather right under her toes. That really seemed to get to her as she tried to hold the laughter in “Mmmmpgh….NO NEVER”, she half screamed, half laughed. “Come on, I know this feather is torture for those cute little ticklish toes….come on laugh, just let go, you know you want to” I could see she was starting to really weaken, so I figured it was time use another implement I have always had good luck with, my fingers. My nails were not long, but there was enough there to do the deed. I attacked her arch with my fingers scrambling them deep into that creamy white skin. She jumped with renewed energy, almost clear off the couch. MMMMMMPPPGHGH…she stammered. “Oh that’s it my dear now just let it out I can see you are about to crack.” NO NO AH No Never…..I almost had her now so I began sawing the feather between her toes. “This wittle piggy gets tickled and this wittle piggy get tickled.” I said in a baby like voice. “Oh my dear that feather looks like it’s doing it’s job quite well you are about to explode with laughter….Come on give up Kitchie Kictchie Cooooooooo. No AHAHA NEVER HAHHAAHAAHHAHA…..STOP OH GOD NO MORE ……NOT THE TOES PLEASE….AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. STOP IT NOT THE TOES …NOT THE TOES OH GOD THAT TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHA. I had her and she knew it, but with all the excitement I forgot to check the time she actually lasted the 2 minutes, and was at 2 minutes 10 seconds. Damn, I thought to myself she is never going to let me forget this. I stopped and said, “OK you made it past the two minute mark without laughing, but now we go for endurance.” “Oh God, No more please”, she shot back. “Great I win then, see I told you it was no use when your body gives in, that’s it.” I quickly shot back. “Wait a minute buster, not so fast” she said looking through teary eyes.” “I lasted the two minutes, so let me go and that’s it, I proved myself.” “Well, not exactly. The bet was to last at least 15 minutes too remember?” “Oh right” she responded reluctantly. “Ok fine let’s get it over with then Mister, but whatever I say Don’t Stop unless I pass out or explode.” We both kind of laughed out loud at how pig headed she was. “Ok” I replied, “But just remember you told me to do this Miss Stubborn, ready for round two my dear?” I started right away on her arch and it seemed as though she jumped out of her skin and began pleading and begging right away….OH GOD NOT THERE PLEASE NOT THERE …..I CAN’T STAND IT …. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH …PLEASE HAVE MERCY. “No mercy my dear only this” at which time I sawed the feather between her toes. She started to pound the couch with her fist screaming with laughter. “NO NOT THE TOES PLEASE THAT’S MY MOST TICKLISH SPOT….OH GOD NO MORE TOES….. AHAHAHAHA…..STOP…STOP…PLEASE.” “Give up my dear?” I said looking deep into her teary eyes. “NEVER YOU LITTLE PINHEAD” she screamed at me. I stopped and looked at her in mock astonishment. “Pinhead, PINHEAD huh” I repeated. “OK Missy now you are in for it” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a dinner fork and ran back. I held it behind my back so she couldn’t see it. “OK Mr. Pinhead now what do you have?” she said nervously. “Well you see Beth this is what I want to call “The Persuader.” I then produced the fork from behind my back. It’s like I was holding a gun to her. “OH GOD NO ….Please sweetheart not that. anything but that, I will die.” Sorry Beth this calls for desperate measures”, I shot back. “No Please honey I am sorry about the Pinhead comment, please do not use that fork on my poor little feet I am way to sensitive.” “Sorry my dear but I am going to take this fork and rake it against your soles until you cry Uncle” I then did exactly that. She tried to hold back the laughter at first but it was no use. “Up and Down Up and Down” , I taunted……Kitchie Kitchie Coo…Come on my little ticklish doll….Oh there I can see that smile again and the tears are starting to flow again now LAUGH IT UP. “NO I WON”T LET YOUOOOOOOH
OH NO MORE PLEASE STOP NOT MY ARCH ANYTHING BUT THAT AHAHAHAHAHA YOU ARE DRVING ME INSANE…STOP PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH I CAN’T STAND IT AHAHAHAHAHAH.
I stopped for a second and said,” Ready to give up” as I continued with the fork. “NO NO NO STOP YOU ARE TORTURING ME PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAH NO MORE PLEASE GOD NO MORE I GIVE UP I GIVE UP” she screamed. “Nope can’t do that Hun remember you said don’t stop unless you pass out or explode” I reminded her. I WAS ONLY HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAH….MY FEET ARE…..WEAKNESS…TORTURE …STOP…KILLLING ME” I had to stop, she was at the breaking point and it was only like 7 minutes into the full 15 and besides she wasn’t even making sense anymore just babbling things. “OK OK you win, have your damn donuts already” she said as sweat dripped from her soaked hair. “Well, OK but one more thing I need you to do for me before I untie you.” I said. “ANYTHING what is it?” She asked exhausted. We have any milk to go with the donuts....(big smirk)
Well not very long but it's my first shot. Thanks.............
