After about 10 minutes, the Tormentor headed back to the bedroom. Michele – exhausted from round 1 – was fast asleep. The Tormentor chuckled. Naptime over! The twin bed was in the middle of the room so he had access from all sides. This time he placed a chair behind Michele’s head. Her hands were so soft and relaxed, not a care in the world as if they were not stretched and cuffed to the corners of the bed. So sweet, it was almost a shame to wake her – almost. But the thrill of what was to come brought the Tormentor’s hands to the bed.
He began by gently tracing a line that started at her right wrist, tracing down the inside of her elbow ever so slowly. As he approached the armpit Michele’s head turned and she let out a soft moan. The Tormentor repeated the traced line on her left arm. Again a soft moan as he approached the armpit, but she was definitely still sleeping – and soundly. This was going to be more fun than he even imagined. Taking one finger from each hand, he poised his hands over Michele’s armpits and took a deep breath. He intended to savor every minute of this one. Slowly lowering his index fingers he slowly stroked the soft tissue with the tips. This time Michele stirred and he quickly pulled his hands away as he heard her say “huh? Someone there?” Knowing she could not see a thing and holding his breath, he dropped his index fingers again. This time there was no mistaking it – she was wide awake. She giggled as he stroked and foolishly tried to pull down her arms. This was impossible. The cuffs only let her move her hands enough to relax down onto the bed in between sessions. There was no escape and they both knew it. The Tormentor dropped all 4 fingers from each hand down to stroke her armpits. She rocked side to side as much as her bondage would allow as her chuckling became a soft laughter. Oh yeah, she was a ringer.
He removed his left hand and let his right fingers start digging in deeper. Michele let out a howl of laughter and tried to inch away from his touch. He stayed with her never letting up. Bringing his left hand over, Michele suddenly found 10 fingers probing one poor little armpit. Screaming with laughter now her pitch was getting higher. ‘Whoa… don’t bring her up too fast…’ the Tormentor told himself. He wanted this to last. Removing his hands, he moved over to the other armpit digging in with just one hand. She inched the other way saying “Noooooo” in between her roars of laughter. ‘Oh yes…’ he thought. Again bringing the second hand to her precious skin, he tormented her with all 10 fingers compressed on a single armpit. Her screams got louder as she fought to maintain control. He let her hoot and howl for a bit and then he took one hand and split his attention on both armpits. No where to go. Michele thrashed back and forth pulling hard on her cuffs praying she could bring down her arms to protect herself from the Tormentor’s cruel cruel torture. But the cuffs didn’t budge and Michele was forced to laugh and laugh uncontrollably as he continued his torment. After a few minutes of constant tickling, he paused and gently stroked both armpits slowly. Gasping for breath, Michele giggled again and still tugged at her arms. As soon as she stopped gasping for air, the Tormentor began slowly digging his fingers in again causing Michele to tense and thrash as the ticklish sensations coursed through her body again. Pleading for mercy she hoped for a reprieve. Instead, the Tormentor began running his tickling fingers down from her armpits to her ribs and back up again. Back and forth, back and forth as he heard the laughter forced from her body unwillingly. Once again he slowed and stroked her skin but this time the nerve endings on her skin were so electrified it only intensified her laughter. She no longer cared or begged for mercy, she was completely taken up by the torture and laughed like she was going mad. The Tormentor observed her and decided it was time for another break. He stepped out of the room and heard her still laughing behind him.
He began by gently tracing a line that started at her right wrist, tracing down the inside of her elbow ever so slowly. As he approached the armpit Michele’s head turned and she let out a soft moan. The Tormentor repeated the traced line on her left arm. Again a soft moan as he approached the armpit, but she was definitely still sleeping – and soundly. This was going to be more fun than he even imagined. Taking one finger from each hand, he poised his hands over Michele’s armpits and took a deep breath. He intended to savor every minute of this one. Slowly lowering his index fingers he slowly stroked the soft tissue with the tips. This time Michele stirred and he quickly pulled his hands away as he heard her say “huh? Someone there?” Knowing she could not see a thing and holding his breath, he dropped his index fingers again. This time there was no mistaking it – she was wide awake. She giggled as he stroked and foolishly tried to pull down her arms. This was impossible. The cuffs only let her move her hands enough to relax down onto the bed in between sessions. There was no escape and they both knew it. The Tormentor dropped all 4 fingers from each hand down to stroke her armpits. She rocked side to side as much as her bondage would allow as her chuckling became a soft laughter. Oh yeah, she was a ringer.
He removed his left hand and let his right fingers start digging in deeper. Michele let out a howl of laughter and tried to inch away from his touch. He stayed with her never letting up. Bringing his left hand over, Michele suddenly found 10 fingers probing one poor little armpit. Screaming with laughter now her pitch was getting higher. ‘Whoa… don’t bring her up too fast…’ the Tormentor told himself. He wanted this to last. Removing his hands, he moved over to the other armpit digging in with just one hand. She inched the other way saying “Noooooo” in between her roars of laughter. ‘Oh yes…’ he thought. Again bringing the second hand to her precious skin, he tormented her with all 10 fingers compressed on a single armpit. Her screams got louder as she fought to maintain control. He let her hoot and howl for a bit and then he took one hand and split his attention on both armpits. No where to go. Michele thrashed back and forth pulling hard on her cuffs praying she could bring down her arms to protect herself from the Tormentor’s cruel cruel torture. But the cuffs didn’t budge and Michele was forced to laugh and laugh uncontrollably as he continued his torment. After a few minutes of constant tickling, he paused and gently stroked both armpits slowly. Gasping for breath, Michele giggled again and still tugged at her arms. As soon as she stopped gasping for air, the Tormentor began slowly digging his fingers in again causing Michele to tense and thrash as the ticklish sensations coursed through her body again. Pleading for mercy she hoped for a reprieve. Instead, the Tormentor began running his tickling fingers down from her armpits to her ribs and back up again. Back and forth, back and forth as he heard the laughter forced from her body unwillingly. Once again he slowed and stroked her skin but this time the nerve endings on her skin were so electrified it only intensified her laughter. She no longer cared or begged for mercy, she was completely taken up by the torture and laughed like she was going mad. The Tormentor observed her and decided it was time for another break. He stepped out of the room and heard her still laughing behind him.
