Jess’s mind was racing in overdrive. Not remembering anything between the ride home and waking up to the wildest sensation she has ever experienced was driving her into orbit. A kind of love/hate relationship that she was going to endure.
She never had been tied up in this manner before. Being held down by a few old boyfriends and playfully tickled was all she has ventured into. The strange feeling of waking up, tied to the bed and tickled tortured was bitter- sweet.
By now the mystery guy knew that Jess was at his mercy, continuing his slow and relentless tickling with his fingers around Jess’s feet and up and down her legs.
Jess was in hysterics, thrashing against her bonds, not able to more an inch. The guy was silent , not saying anything and continuing the torture, following everything that Jess had written in her daily blog. He knew just what Jess was yearning for and every deep dark secret that she dreamt up.
Jess was sweating profusely under her agonizing torment. Just a handful of minutes went by and she was like a bowl of Jell-O just thrashing form side to side. If the assault kept up at this pace Jess would pass out from laughing so much, unable to catch her breath.
The guy’s hands started kneading Jess’s knees. Using his thumb and forefingers he messaged her tiny knee caps, squeezing with light circular motions, scratching ever so lightly .
Jess never knew she was ticklish there and soon began howling in laughter. The tight bonds around her legs made it imposable to escape the agonizing touches.
Working his fingers to the back of her knee he used he’s nails and began to scratch at her smooth skin.
She was in hysterics and involuntary body jerking began. He was using her body like a musical instrument, discovering which parts gave the best reactions to ticking.
He continued up and down her legs and thighs, using the same kneading actions knees, looking for the perfect spot to concentrate his assault on.
He was masterful at tickling and knew just when to let up the torment, giving her time to catch her breath before tickling her to insanity.
Minutes seemed like hours to Jess, relentless tickling on her lower frame has taken a poll on her. Her body, exhausted from the torture just gave up the fight and she laid there giving in to the assaults.
She was so lightheaded that she began drifting in and out of consciousness.
Realizing the point that Jess was at, the guy stopped.
The torment had stopped for a while but Jess was still shaking and laughing as if she was still being tickled. It took her a while to regain her composure again.
A good five minuets went by , Jess was returning to a more controlled state. Breathing normal again but still exhausted she just laid there, knowing that at any minute the torture would start all over again.
Feeling pressure on her waste, she braced herself for another round. Still blindfolded, she had know idea where the assault was coming from next.
He had straddled her. Sitting on her hips and kneeling on the bed his body was facing to her upper body.
Using his fingertips he began to make tiny circles around her nipples.
The feeling was electrifying and sent shock waves through her body.
The circles became larger and larger, moving he’s hands from the top of her chest and down to her ribcage.
Goosebumps formed on Jess’s skin, followed by quick twitching that paraded on her body.
Laughing started in the form of hysteric giggles. Her upper body was quivering from both the tickling and her arousal of her nipples being tickled.
It was still an uneasy feeling, his fingers toying with her body and the inability to move a muscle.
The guy switched back and forth with his method of tickling, scratching his nails to kneading with his fingers and back again Each touch as torturous as the last.
Because Jess’s arms were stretched tight over her head and the guy sitting on her hips, her rib gage was forced outward. Her skinny figure helped define all of her ribs.
Moving his fingers side to side along the rib gage as if they where like guitar strings and her laughter was the sound it made.
Jess started balling with the persistent touch of he’s fingers, working around her midsection. Her stomach mussels where contracting back and forth as waves on the ocean.
She was losing it. Her mind was exploding, he has brought her to the point of total submission. Each touch brought complete mayhem to her brain, not able to think clearly except that she was going completely insane.
Once again he stopped. He leaned back and viewed her body, saturated with sweat and forming tiny pools around her belly button and inside area of her ribs.
Still laughing even after the torture has stopped, Jess was slowly returning to a state of rest. It was taking a long time to come down from the relentless assaults, she was in total disarray. Her beautiful brown hair was more like a mop of soggy lumps. Her stomach muscles where on fire from the gut wrenching laughter.
He started inching his way up her body, seating on her stomach, pinning her down even farther then before. Jess would not be able to fight off what was going to happen to her next.
Fanning her armpits with his nails, Jess’s whole body had a burst of energy. He had hit Jess’s most ticklish part of her body, off the charts ticklish.
All the strength that she could muster in one last attempt to get away from his cruel attacks was to no avail. Nothing that she tried had any chance of ending the torment. She was near the brink of passing out from the torture. Every part of her body had experienced the tickle assault and underarms are by far the icing on the cake.
She was like a deranged woman, trying to escape, pinned down, unable to move a muscle. Jess totally lost it. Gut wrenching screams was all she can do.
Suddenly she blacked out. The hours of relentless tickling was way to much for her to endure. Now she had passed out an was not waking from his merciless attacks.
The sunlight shinned on her face, even with her eyes closed she felt the warmth on her eyelids.
Jess’s eyes opened, looking around her bedroom, laying there in her quiet apartment. She turned to her side and realized she was able to move but her muscles where sore. She was very sore and was have trouble getting up out of her bed.
Setting on the edge of her bed, she needed a few minutes to fully awake. She glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. Jess needed to rub her eyes in disbelief, it was 2pm. 12 hours had gone by and she started to remember everything that had happened last night. It was coming all back to her.
Still partly nude, except for her panties, she looked over at her computer screen. Her eyes struggled to focus on the words that where on her blog page.
Jess staggered over to her deck and sat down. She started reading lines that she didn’t write. It was lines that was written from someone else.
A paragraph was added, “I followed all your dreams to a tee. The only way to fulfill them was what you experienced last night. Make sure you lock your doors or it could happen again.”
Jess started at the screen, reading what the guy had wrote down over and over in disbelieve. Her jaw opened wide and realized it was not a dream.
She never had been tied up in this manner before. Being held down by a few old boyfriends and playfully tickled was all she has ventured into. The strange feeling of waking up, tied to the bed and tickled tortured was bitter- sweet.
By now the mystery guy knew that Jess was at his mercy, continuing his slow and relentless tickling with his fingers around Jess’s feet and up and down her legs.
Jess was in hysterics, thrashing against her bonds, not able to more an inch. The guy was silent , not saying anything and continuing the torture, following everything that Jess had written in her daily blog. He knew just what Jess was yearning for and every deep dark secret that she dreamt up.
Jess was sweating profusely under her agonizing torment. Just a handful of minutes went by and she was like a bowl of Jell-O just thrashing form side to side. If the assault kept up at this pace Jess would pass out from laughing so much, unable to catch her breath.
The guy’s hands started kneading Jess’s knees. Using his thumb and forefingers he messaged her tiny knee caps, squeezing with light circular motions, scratching ever so lightly .
Jess never knew she was ticklish there and soon began howling in laughter. The tight bonds around her legs made it imposable to escape the agonizing touches.
Working his fingers to the back of her knee he used he’s nails and began to scratch at her smooth skin.
She was in hysterics and involuntary body jerking began. He was using her body like a musical instrument, discovering which parts gave the best reactions to ticking.
He continued up and down her legs and thighs, using the same kneading actions knees, looking for the perfect spot to concentrate his assault on.
He was masterful at tickling and knew just when to let up the torment, giving her time to catch her breath before tickling her to insanity.
Minutes seemed like hours to Jess, relentless tickling on her lower frame has taken a poll on her. Her body, exhausted from the torture just gave up the fight and she laid there giving in to the assaults.
She was so lightheaded that she began drifting in and out of consciousness.
Realizing the point that Jess was at, the guy stopped.
The torment had stopped for a while but Jess was still shaking and laughing as if she was still being tickled. It took her a while to regain her composure again.
A good five minuets went by , Jess was returning to a more controlled state. Breathing normal again but still exhausted she just laid there, knowing that at any minute the torture would start all over again.
Feeling pressure on her waste, she braced herself for another round. Still blindfolded, she had know idea where the assault was coming from next.
He had straddled her. Sitting on her hips and kneeling on the bed his body was facing to her upper body.
Using his fingertips he began to make tiny circles around her nipples.
The feeling was electrifying and sent shock waves through her body.
The circles became larger and larger, moving he’s hands from the top of her chest and down to her ribcage.
Goosebumps formed on Jess’s skin, followed by quick twitching that paraded on her body.
Laughing started in the form of hysteric giggles. Her upper body was quivering from both the tickling and her arousal of her nipples being tickled.
It was still an uneasy feeling, his fingers toying with her body and the inability to move a muscle.
The guy switched back and forth with his method of tickling, scratching his nails to kneading with his fingers and back again Each touch as torturous as the last.
Because Jess’s arms were stretched tight over her head and the guy sitting on her hips, her rib gage was forced outward. Her skinny figure helped define all of her ribs.
Moving his fingers side to side along the rib gage as if they where like guitar strings and her laughter was the sound it made.
Jess started balling with the persistent touch of he’s fingers, working around her midsection. Her stomach mussels where contracting back and forth as waves on the ocean.
She was losing it. Her mind was exploding, he has brought her to the point of total submission. Each touch brought complete mayhem to her brain, not able to think clearly except that she was going completely insane.
Once again he stopped. He leaned back and viewed her body, saturated with sweat and forming tiny pools around her belly button and inside area of her ribs.
Still laughing even after the torture has stopped, Jess was slowly returning to a state of rest. It was taking a long time to come down from the relentless assaults, she was in total disarray. Her beautiful brown hair was more like a mop of soggy lumps. Her stomach muscles where on fire from the gut wrenching laughter.
He started inching his way up her body, seating on her stomach, pinning her down even farther then before. Jess would not be able to fight off what was going to happen to her next.
Fanning her armpits with his nails, Jess’s whole body had a burst of energy. He had hit Jess’s most ticklish part of her body, off the charts ticklish.
All the strength that she could muster in one last attempt to get away from his cruel attacks was to no avail. Nothing that she tried had any chance of ending the torment. She was near the brink of passing out from the torture. Every part of her body had experienced the tickle assault and underarms are by far the icing on the cake.
She was like a deranged woman, trying to escape, pinned down, unable to move a muscle. Jess totally lost it. Gut wrenching screams was all she can do.
Suddenly she blacked out. The hours of relentless tickling was way to much for her to endure. Now she had passed out an was not waking from his merciless attacks.
The sunlight shinned on her face, even with her eyes closed she felt the warmth on her eyelids.
Jess’s eyes opened, looking around her bedroom, laying there in her quiet apartment. She turned to her side and realized she was able to move but her muscles where sore. She was very sore and was have trouble getting up out of her bed.
Setting on the edge of her bed, she needed a few minutes to fully awake. She glanced at the alarm clock on the night stand. Jess needed to rub her eyes in disbelief, it was 2pm. 12 hours had gone by and she started to remember everything that had happened last night. It was coming all back to her.
Still partly nude, except for her panties, she looked over at her computer screen. Her eyes struggled to focus on the words that where on her blog page.
Jess staggered over to her deck and sat down. She started reading lines that she didn’t write. It was lines that was written from someone else.
A paragraph was added, “I followed all your dreams to a tee. The only way to fulfill them was what you experienced last night. Make sure you lock your doors or it could happen again.”
Jess started at the screen, reading what the guy had wrote down over and over in disbelieve. Her jaw opened wide and realized it was not a dream.
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