RP: "STRANDED" - M/f, sexual, OPEN

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http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...RP-idea-for-writers-or-whomever-wants-to-join


*****Looking for one Male writer, sexual, but no anal or blow job play. Pussy tickling,intercourse, or forced orgasms through tickling if you like- feet tickling preferred but will enjoy lead up with tickling other body parts. I am the lee in this story.*****


_______STRANDED_______


On my way home from college, the Autumn leaves were falling very quickly now over the windshield of my car. I put the windshield wipers on as my radio played "California Dreaming". It was very cold, but I was bundled up in my white coat, pink scarf with matching ear muffs and gloves, tight black jeans and black boots. I had my window down as I love the smells of Fall, and the cold air blowing through my long blonde hair. Driving the back roads was just a gorgeous drive. I have only seen a couple of cars pass me in the last hour.

Suddenly my car started to slow down... OH NO!! I hadn't noticed that my car was at the red line for gas. As I let the car drift to the side of the road... I started digging into my purse to find my phone. Found it! My little red Ford Escort stopped with a clunk. I frantically dialed for road assistance... but of course I couldn't get a signal. The sun was starting to set and I got out of my car and looked frantically around for signs of life. Right next to me, up and set back a little from the road, I see a medium sized home or cabin. I also see a car coming towards me. I wave but a bunch of teenagers stick their tongues out the window, at me as they speed up and past. Wonderful...

With no choice left, I leave my purse in the car, but take my phone. I make my way up the hill. It's a slow walk up. Just being outside of the car made me chilled to the bone. I hope someone is home!! But I see someone staring out the window in my direction.

If no one responds I will take the other part lol. Hate to see a hopefully good tickling story go to waste lol.

Very interesting. No, I don't think this has ever been done. Might give it a go.

Ok, post something in the next few days please then. This will be fun.

Thought I'd add to the story the way I would like it to go. It's not finished of course but I had to stop in order to calm down.



Stranded: continued

I wave and I see in the window a response. He waves and motions for me to come to the house. Knowing I don’t have much of a choice; I walk to the door and as I approach I can hear the muffled sound of gentle music playing inside. Not classical but almost like the music you hear in a new age shop. The door slowly opens and a gentle smile greets me as the owner beckons me inside.

“ Come in. “, he says. He’s a large man with thick black curly hair and strong physique. His moustache is well trimmed with a small beard and the face reminds me of a swordsman or someone in the three musketeers. His house is comfortably furnished. Not to expensive but neat.

“ I’m sorry to intrude, but my car broke down outside and it looks like it’s going to storm pretty badly out there…”, he raises his hand to stop me.

“ Say no more. I’m sorry to say that your cell phone won’t work here. We’re in a sort of dead zone so the only communication I have is the LAN. “ He points to a phone on a nearby end table next to a futon. I smile and as my eyes scan the area I couldn’t help but notice that the wall behind the futon had imbedded into it four steel ringlets. Curious I began to notice also that at the base of the futon, where he had a large coffee table, were two more iron ringlets.

Apparently he was a cat owner as on the coffee table, next to a goblet of wine he had a large box filled with feather dusters, brushes, and feathers. His voice distracted me.

“ I’m afraid though that I must ask a payment for the use of my phone however, “ he smiled.

“ What do you mean? “, I asked.

“ What is the number of where you work?, “ he asked.

Despite some apprehension I was beginning to get a little intrigued. “ I-I—I can’t tell you that! That’s none of your business. “, I was waiting for him to respond as he began to mull that over in his mind. “ Perhaps I can persuade you to---talk?”
A sudden warmth and eagerness began to spread throughout me.
“ I would never tell you that, no matter what you could do to me!”

In addition to the strange situation I found myself; I noticed that the heat had been turned up and the comfortable idea of shedding my clothes entered my head. He left the room and returned with several loops of stout rope, moved to the futon and flipped a switch to allow to fold out but not completely horizontal to the floor but at a slight angle.


I couldn’t help myself. I began to undress. He seemed so friendly and yet terribly fiendish. As the last of my underwear dropped to the floor I walked over and layed down on the futon.

Ok, I like what you wrote... but you wrote MY part lol. These stories are kind of a HE said SHE said kind of thing. Basically, you can't think or speak for me. You have to treat it like its a REAL interaction. You can write some of my facial expressions as you "see" them. Did my face turn gleeful or... shocked.. or... did you see me start to back up? Like, you get to write what thoughts and actions YOU do. But its up to ME as how I respond to your "speaking and actions" towards me. But don't speak for me. Write what you are thinking. What YOU want to say to me. You didn't leave me any room to make decisions in the story on how I would handle things. Do you understand now? This is my fault though I wasn't clear enough. I apologize for that.

Did you ever read those um... which way do you want the story to go books. Basically its just like that. Just a little different.

Gotchya. Let me see what I can change.

Something like this?

My fantasies raced as I tied her wrist and ankles with taunt ropes to the two furthest ringlets so now, as a sheen of sweat glistened from the pores of her skin from the heat of the room, she was now a living “X”.

“ What is the number?”, I asked. She shook her head in defiance.

“ The more your resist and the beg for mercy without revealing the number; the worse it shall be for you”, I said.

With my fingers I began to poke and stroke her armpits causing giggles to build within her. But she clamped her mouth shut and shook it from side to side. This of course spurred me on.

Yes much better. But I took a liberty here in writing out some of what you wrote, and what I would say, so you can understand this better.

You: I had just eaten breakfast, and was having a stretch. I walked up to my front window to have a look outside. Was that a person walking up here? A WOMAN? Haven't had any visitors in going on a year at least.

Hmmm... she's seem pretty cute... might be time to get into some trouble. I wave at her... and she waves back. I watch as she comes up to the front door and knocks. I look over at my collection of torture instruments... yes I do indeed think its going to be a good day.

I open the door, and a seemingly frustrated women stands before me.


Me: HI! I am so sorry to bother you... but I ran out of gas. Is there any way I could use your phone"? I look around behind Him. Can't see much. God I hate doing this. Not to mention having to walk inside some strangers house. He pretty hot though.... dark curly hair... very tall... Well... if I have to be at any strangers mercy I guess this isn't so bad. I smile at him...though I'm feeling something in the air thats dangerous... I don't know why. Maybe he's dangerous. Oh girl get ahold of yourself. Stop overthinking everything. Not EVERYONE is dangerous. I smile up at Him, hoping he's kind to me. I flash him my cutest help me I'm just a silly girl stranded smile.. hehe (this isn't the first time this has happened.)


You: Come in! Say no more. I’m sorry to say that your cell phone won’t work here. We’re in a sort of dead zone so the only communication I have is the LAN. “ I point to a phone on a nearby end table next to a futon. She hurriedly walks towards the phone, continuing to flash me with that big "I get what I want smile". Stupid girl I think to myself. But I love stupid girls. And I'll certainly give her something to smile about. "I’m afraid though that I must ask for payment for the use of my phone however, “ he smiled.


Me: I turn around slowly at the word payment. Uh oh... he's a perv... DAMN. I start scanning the room for ways to fend him off if he attacks me. I don't think I can get past him to the door. He's too big. "Um... payment?" Well my wallets in the car- shall I get it for you?" I start taking slow steps towards the door...

You: Heh look at her... she thinks she going to slip past me. I stand in front of her, blocking her way to the door. "I'd really, REALLY like the number of where you work".

Me: What is he talking about?? I'm sorry (stuttering) I don't understand what you mean? Now I'm getting really nervous. And he's blocking my way!! This isn't good...

See what I did there? Ok- now you take the next setup from where I just left off.

I pick her up easily over my large shoulders in a firemans carry and take her below into the dimmly lit dungeon. (Chuckling) Oh you’re going to tell me... as I walk to the X frame.

"NOOO"!! I feel myself lifted off the ground. Where is he taking me?? I try in vein to struggle but... he is too strong.

Just the position I am its hard to breath or talk. Still I try to yell as much as I can. "HELP, HEEEEELP!!!!!"

Laughing louder now, she can hardly fight back; as I make my way down the stairs to the dungeon and I easily secure her struggling form onto the X-frame. “Now she’s mine, but we need to keep her that way!” She screams for help but it’s in vain as there is now one for miles to hear anything. Her wrists are first and then her kicking ankles. SNAP-SNAP! Go the restraints! She’s stretched taunt and a broad grin spreads across my face as I step back and view my newest victim. She scowls and fights her restraints. I go to the nearby cabinet to fetch something to help remove her clothes.

Oh my God... I'm scared to DEATH. I start shaking with fear.

I don't know what to do?!?!?! I can't get out!!!!! As he walks away I try with everything I have to break the restraints. But its no use!!

I decide then to stop struggling... I'll need every ounce of strength I have left...

I return with scissors and as I approach I can see her wide staring eyes at me. I gently begin cutting her top slipping it off of her. Then I move down to the pants. “You need to stay perfectly still we don’t want anything terrible to happen if my hands slip.” In minutes the job is done. “ I think we can begin my tickle slave.”

My face drops... what did he just say? Did I hear right....? The fear melts away... but a new terror takes hold over me...

"Oh no... wait... what?" Tickle slave? My mind can't comprehend this and I'm not sure I heard right... no... he can't... do... THAT.

"No... oh no please...not that..." I'm too ticklish... no... no please... I'll do anything you want just... not that..." My eyes start looking as deeply as I can into his to plead for mercy. I'm TOO ticklish... I've never been tickled before but I know how sensitive I am. My hair alone tickles me which is why I usually keep it up...And I watched a friend of mine get tickled by her boyfriend.... it looked... Idk.... unbearable.

He grins at me as he looks down over my naked body.."No... not THAT... PLEASE!!!!

I pull from my back pocket a feather and as I take in her terrified and pleading expression I wave the feather in front of her. “Yes, you will please me I’m sure my tickle slave! But first we must…explore your body for those special spots.“ I begin playfully under the chin and then caress her ears stroking down over her neck. As I watch her expression is use my other hand to begin within her smooth armpit.

ehehehehe no no eeeeeeEEK!!! He found one of worst spots right away- under my arms! nohohohoh please please PLEEEEASSEEEEEE!!!

NOW I start to flail around to fight but these restraints hold me down still. eeeeeeeeeKKK!

" Let's see what the feather can do HERE!" I gently tickle and caress the armpit with it. Meanwhile I begin to exam her writhing form specifically her breasts. I grin as her pleads fill the room with delightful shrieks and giggles. " I see you are as perfect as I imagined. You will never escape my tortures my captured tickle slave" I begin to stroke from her armpit, down he side and then up the other side caressing the other armpit with the feather.

"HEHEHE omg no....PLEASE STOP! HEHEHEHE... " A warmth spreads between my legs... (its just a feather its just a feather its just a feather I repeat to myself in my head) "nOOO hehehee stop please ITS TOO MUCH!!!! HAHAHAA!!"

Excited at the reaction, I step back and watch her heaving chest rise and fall. " That's enough of that for now. Now lets see how your feet respond! Are your feet just as ticklish? " I chuckle and kneel down then twirl the feather before her. Inching closer and closer. Once there I begin to caress gently under each sole. " I hope you do not disappoint my tickle slave "

I watch as he kneels down by my feet.... Oh GOD NO. NO.... NO!!!!!! The feather starts tickling me without mercy.

"No NO HAHAHAHA oh no PLEASE.. NOT THERE!!! AHAHAHAHA FUCK!!!!! EHEHEHEHE NO NO NO HAHAHAAH oMG NOOOHAHAHAHA."

I feel the feather slide up and down my instep. Tickling me.... over and over...."AHAHHA no PLEASE STOP THIIIIISSISISIS. AHAHAAAAA OH MAH GOOOOOD EHEHEHAHAHAHA"!!!!!

I feel myself getting more and more aroused... I start to think. NOOOO I CAN"T THIHIHIHINK!!!! HHAHAHAHA omg I never thought my feet were THIS TICKLISH!!!!! (WHY is this turning me on!!??!) "YOU"RE A BRUUUUTE hahHAHAHAHhAH noooHAHAHAH"

Yes, this is the reaction I’ve wanted. “ A fiendish brute am I? We shall see!” I pause and let her catch her breathe. Her sweat covered heaving body is enough to make any man wildly aroused. But it’s too soon. I walk over to my work bench and produce a roll of strong medical tape and a pair of modified vibrating massagers; small and gentle enough to generate a tickling sensation on those vulnerable and sensitive soles.

“ Now my captured tickle slave we shall have some real fun!” I walk and kneel at her feet. “ I find that concentrating on one area is not quite satisfying. Sometimes, you need a little assistance for other parts that can be much more… stimulating. “

I begin taping the vibrating massagers to her feet.

I have a few moments of reprieve as he stops the feathering of my ticklish feet. He walks away and comes back to my feet with little devices and tape. He tells
me "Now my captured tickle slave we shall have some real fun!” . Oh my god- what is he going to do NOW???!! Taping them to my feet. He watches my reactions closely. I feel like I have run a marathon. Sweat lightly tickles me under my arms as it runs down the insides of my arms producing a little giggle from me. I'm too sensitive for this!!!!!

I tape the devices securely upon her feet. Her reactions have proven that she is an extremely rare and sensitive subject. Her nude body a delicious site to behold in her captivity is only matched by her extreme ticklishness. One of which I have desired for such a long time. “Shall we begin? “ I kneel and activate the tingling massager upon her feet and prepare the feather for a much more intimate location.

I step back watching the effect as she writhes and pleads for mercy knowing I can never give her any until she cries out her submission to my will.

“ Are you my tickle slave?” I ask. “ I will only consider relenting your torment should you give yourself to me.“

"AHAHAHAHAH!!! NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! PLEHEHEHEASE NO MORE!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!