nylontoenibbler
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As you slowly drift off to sleep, you feel a small cold item hit your back. A few minutes later, you awake and open your eyes, but can't see. As you make this attempt, you realize your hands have been tied to the bed, stretched out and attached to the top corners, as are your feet to the bottom two corners. You are stretched out so tight that you can barely wiggle, let alone move an arm or leg. At this moment in time, all you can do is lie and wait for whatever is going to happen.
You hear the door open and you ask who it is, a small nervousness creeping in your voice. There is no reply, only the quiet footsteps on the carpet. A woman whispers into your ear, "Don't be afraid; I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun tonight. Now at this time, you are quite nervous, and a million questions are running through your mind, yet you can't manage to get one past the lump in your throat. You feel a small cold point on your navel, just below the bottom of your t-shirt.
A second later, you feel two fingers on your hips. The woman is standing by your head, arms over your body, and you
can feel the heat from her breathing. She slowly drags her hands up your sides, using a light touch. As she moves up closer to your underarms, you try and stifle a giggle from the tickling touch. She continues and her hands enter the soft skin of your underarms. She stops her ascent and spends a second tickling you lightly, as you try not to laugh. She mentions to you that no one is going to hear, and that you can scream if you'd like. Embarrassed, you continue to try to hold in the laughter. She continues her route, making her way slowly over your arms,
past your elbows, and up to your wrists. When she reaches that spot, she places her hands back at your hips and begins again, stopping once again at your silky underarms. This routine goes on for a few minutes, and you are wondering, while trying not to burst out with laughter, when this will end.
The woman decides to stop that little pattern, you feel her fingers
slide down to your neck and shivers rocket down your spine. Once again, as you get comfortable, she slides her fingers into your armpits and tickles you for a moment, then returns to you sides. This switch between the two pleasures heightens your senses, and things begin to feel better and her fingers also tickle more. The blindfold across your eyes also makes every touch feel like more, and it also makes it so you don't know what is coming next. This small game continues until you feel nothing on you, and complete silence.
After a few minutes of quiet, your body has calmed down a bit. You are still nervously anticipating what is going to happen next, and have no way of finding out who this woman is, and why she is doing this to you. Suddenly, the bed creaks as the woman climbs on. She places her legs over you, with her rear resting above your pelvic bone. You can move even less than you could before. The woman once again reminds you that you can be as loud as you want, and she takes her fingers and begins wiggling them on your tummy. The touch makes you want to laugh, but you are embarrassed about laughing uncontrollably. You beg for her to stop, but she won't. Her fingers just keep rotating on your tummy, the light touch sending you closer to the brink of laughter. After what seems like a lifetime, she slides her hands down to your sides, and begins making a path from your tummy to your hips, her fingers moving even quicker and more lightly. When she reaches your hips, she moves her hands inward toward your thighs, and then back out to the sides and up to your armpits. This sends you into hysterics, and you can't manage to hold back the laughter any more. You let loose a laugh that soon multiplies into laughter. The woman doesn't
stop; in fact she goes even quicker and lighter. You continue to laugh, unable to defend yourself, and only able to lie and take the torture she has planned.
The woman takes pleasure in tickling you and watching your beautiful body wiggle and try to get away. Suddenly, the woman stops tickling you and lets you breathe for a second. You breathe very shallowly, tired from the abuse just put on you. When your breathing stabilizes, the woman tells you to open your mouth, or she will tickle you even harder than she just did.
The woman is at the foot of the bed, dragging her
fingers up and down your feet lightly. The woman doesn't stop tickling your wiggling feet. You know that your feet are the most ticklish spot on your body, and there's nothing you can do to get away. Hands moving across your feet and in an out of your underarms. You laugh and laugh and laugh, unable to do anything but take it. The woman climbs off the bed and the tickling stops.
She lets you take a small breather, and undo your hands and give you a glass of water, filled to the top with ice cubes. After you drink and stabilize your breathing she reattaches your arms to the bed. The woman makes her way to the head of the bed, and you can feel her hot breath on your head and neck. The woman takes her hands and slides them right up into your underarms, tickling you again. Then the woman slides her hands down your legs to your feet, and begins to tickle them rapidly. This abrupt change in feelings intensifies the tickling, and you are launched from near-orgasm to hysterical laughter. You
hear the woman's voice for the first time. She has a deep voice that is slightly scratchy, yet still sexy. She tells you that she knows that a woman's body is incredibly sensitive and that it's also more ticklish at certain spots. As the word "ticklish" escapes from her mouth, you feel her hands on each side of you, the touches send you into laughter once again, this time even more due to the sensitivity from before. You are screaming now, laughter pouring out of your mouth. Your mind is reeling, your arms trying to escape, but you find buried back of your mind that you secretly love it. You want to escape, but you also want
it to continue. Being completely helpless to a person has effects on you, and apparently it makes you excited.
This tickling continues for a few minutes, then it slides down to your feet. Ten fingers tickle your toes and soles, as your feet thrash about, trying to escape from the straps. You are laughing so loud now that you can barely hear yourself think. As the tickling continues, you feel something wet slip between your toes as a finger drags down your unprotected sole. The woman is slipping her tongue quickly between your toes, giving a new ticklish feeling that you haven't ever experienced.
You are frantically trying to get her to stop, yet she won't. The tickling continues for what feels like days, and then ceases.
You try to regain your composure, but she gives you no time to rest. You beg that she stops and do something else to you, that you can't take any more tickling. The woman takes her hands and rubs your tummy, increasing the pleasure. She then reaches her head down and places her lips on yours. You are so fully into the amazing feelings that you return the kiss. Your tongues intertwine; you let the passion overcome you. Your back arches as you pull against your bondage. You come so strong that your muscles cramp and tighten, you moan in ecstasy.
You are completely exhausted, and lie on the bed, still tied to the
corners. She unhooks your arms and legs and you fall into a deep sleep, clearly spent from the night. You awake in the morning, wrapped in your covers, and t-shirt. You see a letter attached to your door, it has a message scrawled on it. You get up to go read the message, wrapping yourself in the covers, to see has been written: "I am glad you enjoyed the experience last night. I am sure it will be a night we both will never soon forget. I would have stayed, but had to leave for another ticklish ambush." At the bottom of the note, the words "Mystery Ticklers INC" are written.
You look on your table, and see your cell phone. You have one message from your best friend. You read the text message and smile. You think to yourself, secret fantasies do come true.
Looking to create a tickling story site sometime in the future. Thought i try out some ideas and get feedback. Please comment on the story, I would love to hear your opinion...
You hear the door open and you ask who it is, a small nervousness creeping in your voice. There is no reply, only the quiet footsteps on the carpet. A woman whispers into your ear, "Don't be afraid; I'm not going to hurt you. We're just going to have a little fun tonight. Now at this time, you are quite nervous, and a million questions are running through your mind, yet you can't manage to get one past the lump in your throat. You feel a small cold point on your navel, just below the bottom of your t-shirt.
A second later, you feel two fingers on your hips. The woman is standing by your head, arms over your body, and you
can feel the heat from her breathing. She slowly drags her hands up your sides, using a light touch. As she moves up closer to your underarms, you try and stifle a giggle from the tickling touch. She continues and her hands enter the soft skin of your underarms. She stops her ascent and spends a second tickling you lightly, as you try not to laugh. She mentions to you that no one is going to hear, and that you can scream if you'd like. Embarrassed, you continue to try to hold in the laughter. She continues her route, making her way slowly over your arms,
past your elbows, and up to your wrists. When she reaches that spot, she places her hands back at your hips and begins again, stopping once again at your silky underarms. This routine goes on for a few minutes, and you are wondering, while trying not to burst out with laughter, when this will end.
The woman decides to stop that little pattern, you feel her fingers
slide down to your neck and shivers rocket down your spine. Once again, as you get comfortable, she slides her fingers into your armpits and tickles you for a moment, then returns to you sides. This switch between the two pleasures heightens your senses, and things begin to feel better and her fingers also tickle more. The blindfold across your eyes also makes every touch feel like more, and it also makes it so you don't know what is coming next. This small game continues until you feel nothing on you, and complete silence.
After a few minutes of quiet, your body has calmed down a bit. You are still nervously anticipating what is going to happen next, and have no way of finding out who this woman is, and why she is doing this to you. Suddenly, the bed creaks as the woman climbs on. She places her legs over you, with her rear resting above your pelvic bone. You can move even less than you could before. The woman once again reminds you that you can be as loud as you want, and she takes her fingers and begins wiggling them on your tummy. The touch makes you want to laugh, but you are embarrassed about laughing uncontrollably. You beg for her to stop, but she won't. Her fingers just keep rotating on your tummy, the light touch sending you closer to the brink of laughter. After what seems like a lifetime, she slides her hands down to your sides, and begins making a path from your tummy to your hips, her fingers moving even quicker and more lightly. When she reaches your hips, she moves her hands inward toward your thighs, and then back out to the sides and up to your armpits. This sends you into hysterics, and you can't manage to hold back the laughter any more. You let loose a laugh that soon multiplies into laughter. The woman doesn't
stop; in fact she goes even quicker and lighter. You continue to laugh, unable to defend yourself, and only able to lie and take the torture she has planned.
The woman takes pleasure in tickling you and watching your beautiful body wiggle and try to get away. Suddenly, the woman stops tickling you and lets you breathe for a second. You breathe very shallowly, tired from the abuse just put on you. When your breathing stabilizes, the woman tells you to open your mouth, or she will tickle you even harder than she just did.
The woman is at the foot of the bed, dragging her
fingers up and down your feet lightly. The woman doesn't stop tickling your wiggling feet. You know that your feet are the most ticklish spot on your body, and there's nothing you can do to get away. Hands moving across your feet and in an out of your underarms. You laugh and laugh and laugh, unable to do anything but take it. The woman climbs off the bed and the tickling stops.
She lets you take a small breather, and undo your hands and give you a glass of water, filled to the top with ice cubes. After you drink and stabilize your breathing she reattaches your arms to the bed. The woman makes her way to the head of the bed, and you can feel her hot breath on your head and neck. The woman takes her hands and slides them right up into your underarms, tickling you again. Then the woman slides her hands down your legs to your feet, and begins to tickle them rapidly. This abrupt change in feelings intensifies the tickling, and you are launched from near-orgasm to hysterical laughter. You
hear the woman's voice for the first time. She has a deep voice that is slightly scratchy, yet still sexy. She tells you that she knows that a woman's body is incredibly sensitive and that it's also more ticklish at certain spots. As the word "ticklish" escapes from her mouth, you feel her hands on each side of you, the touches send you into laughter once again, this time even more due to the sensitivity from before. You are screaming now, laughter pouring out of your mouth. Your mind is reeling, your arms trying to escape, but you find buried back of your mind that you secretly love it. You want to escape, but you also want
it to continue. Being completely helpless to a person has effects on you, and apparently it makes you excited.
This tickling continues for a few minutes, then it slides down to your feet. Ten fingers tickle your toes and soles, as your feet thrash about, trying to escape from the straps. You are laughing so loud now that you can barely hear yourself think. As the tickling continues, you feel something wet slip between your toes as a finger drags down your unprotected sole. The woman is slipping her tongue quickly between your toes, giving a new ticklish feeling that you haven't ever experienced.
You are frantically trying to get her to stop, yet she won't. The tickling continues for what feels like days, and then ceases.
You try to regain your composure, but she gives you no time to rest. You beg that she stops and do something else to you, that you can't take any more tickling. The woman takes her hands and rubs your tummy, increasing the pleasure. She then reaches her head down and places her lips on yours. You are so fully into the amazing feelings that you return the kiss. Your tongues intertwine; you let the passion overcome you. Your back arches as you pull against your bondage. You come so strong that your muscles cramp and tighten, you moan in ecstasy.
You are completely exhausted, and lie on the bed, still tied to the
corners. She unhooks your arms and legs and you fall into a deep sleep, clearly spent from the night. You awake in the morning, wrapped in your covers, and t-shirt. You see a letter attached to your door, it has a message scrawled on it. You get up to go read the message, wrapping yourself in the covers, to see has been written: "I am glad you enjoyed the experience last night. I am sure it will be a night we both will never soon forget. I would have stayed, but had to leave for another ticklish ambush." At the bottom of the note, the words "Mystery Ticklers INC" are written.
You look on your table, and see your cell phone. You have one message from your best friend. You read the text message and smile. You think to yourself, secret fantasies do come true.
Looking to create a tickling story site sometime in the future. Thought i try out some ideas and get feedback. Please comment on the story, I would love to hear your opinion...
