MoM - Jack's Tickle Slave (Part one)

Here's a fun story I cooked up a while ago, it was originally a request, but I turned it into a two parter for fun. Feedback me. Enjoy.


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Jack’s Tickle Slave (Requested by Slave4Tickles)



Jack and Casey had been dating for a week and a half now. Jack was a pretty timid guy, and it had taken him a long time to finally ask her out. He liked her from the moment he met her at a dorm mixer the previous year. He had been forced into going by his friends, and he (somehow) started a conversation with Casey, and well, their friendship bloomed from there. Casey was a total knockout. She had light brown hair to her shoulderblades, hazel eyes, was about 5’7, with a curvaceous body to die for. She was known to turn heads by walking by, and it was a shock to everyone that she agreed to go out with Jack. Don’t get me wrong, Jack was a well liked guy, not bad looking or anything. Just...he was a reserved type of person. Casey on the other hand was the wild, carefree type. Well, opposites attract, as they say.

Anyway, Jack didn’t mind this about her. In fact, he liked it. It allowed him to loosen up at times. He ended up having a great time at the mixer with her. Whether or not that was because of her carefree attitude, or the form fitting green dress she was wearing, well...

So, on the Friday evening a week and a half after being together, Casey and Jack were sitting on his couch, just watching T.V. One of those “Extreme Sports” type shows, showing skydiving and bungee jumping.


“Wow! How much fun do you think it would be to do that?” Casey asked, all excited and bright eyed.

“I think you’d have to be crazy to do something like that.” Responed Jack.


Now, despite their differences and disagreements about most everything, the two of them got along really well. Basically, she’d get hyper, Jack would kill the mood, and she’d make fun of him. All in good humor. Just the way things worked with the two of them.


“Ah, don’t be so boring.” she said, sitting back down next to Jack, as he put his arm around her.

“Boring? Did you just call me boring?” he said, reaching down to her waist and giving her a little squeeze.

She jumped, being hyper ticklish, and squeaked in ticklish glee.

“Yes, I think I said boring.” she responded sweetly.

“Don’t say that.” Jack said, squeezing her waist again. Again, she jumped.


Now, something else you should know about Jack, is that he loved to tickle girls. Scratch that, LOVED to tickle girls. It was his biggest turn-on, but unfortunately for the inhibited guy, he was way too scared to tell anyone. He couldn’t think of many things he’d rather do, than to tie up his girlfriend, and tickle her mercilessly. But something kept holding him back.


“Boring, boring boring!” she said again, taunting him. She did this a lot. Jack didn’t mind, but he got an idea.

With both hands this time, he grabbed her waist and began to tickle her intensely. She writhed and giggled as she tried to get away, but she was ticklish putty in his hands.

“Say you’re sorry!” He said, continuing the tickle onslaught.

“N-n-nohahahaa!!” was basically all she could say, as she tried to remain defiant. After a few moments of this, she caved in and apologized. He didn’t stop.

“Now, give me a chance to PROVE that I’m not boring. Agreed?”

“W-well..it depends on- HAHAHAHA!!!” Casey couldn’t even finish the sentence, before Jack added more pressure to his tickling.

“OK!!!!” she screamed through her laughter.

Jack stopped with the tickling, and told Casey to be at his apartment at noon the following day. Casey, intruiged and excited, agreed to come. She had no idea what was in store for her.


The next day came slowly to Jack. He was nervous, and excited. He didn’t really know how he was going to pull this one off. I don’t think I really need to say exactly what he was planning to pull of. You can figure it out, I hope.

Once noon finally rolled around, Jack heard a knock on his door.


“It’s me!” He could hear Casey say through the door. He opened it, and she walked in.

She was wearing tight ripped jean shorts, and a yellow tanktop. Also, he noticed she was wearing sandals, which, she slipped off upon entering.

“So Jack?” she asked with a glint in her eye. “What’s the big surprise?”

“You’ll see. Follow me.”


Jack led her into his bedroom. He had one of those old fashioned beds with a headboard, and a wooden bar connecting the bedposts at the botto. A pretty basic room. What could be expected of a college student.


“Now,” he said, “lie down on the bed, and close your eyes.”

“What are you planning?” she said giggling with anticipation, as she complied.

Quietly, jack opened a drawer, and took out some rope, and some cloth. He climbed on top of Casey, straddling her waist, as he fixed the cloth around her eyes like a blindfold.

“Come on Jack, what ARE you doing?” she asked again, not resisting out of curiosity.

“You’ll see.” he said, smirking, as he tied her wrists together.

Quickly, he tied the other end of the rope to the headboard, so Casey’s arms were tightly stretched above her head and her tanktop slid up her belly. He took a moment to look at her. She was definitely a beautiful girl. A taut, flat tummy, perfectly rounded chest, hairless underarms. He was going to enjoy this thoroughly.


“Ready yet?” she asked, getting more curious by the moment.

“Yep.” he said. He slowly and very lightly fluttered his fingertips over the visible part of her tummy. He could see her abdominal muscles twitch with the ticklishness, as she tried to maintain her composure. He knew it wouldn’t last long. He did it again, and this time, Casey giggled.


“Jack! What are you doing!?” she demanded through her giggling.

“Here’s the deal Casey.” he said, very businessman-like. “For this entire weekend, I’m going to prove to you how not boring I am, by doing something completely new. For today, and tommorrow, you are my tickle slave.”

“What?!” she said, shocked. She had never expected anything like this. But...she really wasn’t in any position to argue.

“And if I refuse?” she asked, against her better judgement.

“You can’t refuse!” he said, as he grabbed the sides of her ribs. He squeezed and tickled her ribcage through her tanktop. The flimsy piece of clothing provided little to no protection from the ten fingered torment.

“Hahahahahaha! Heeheehee!” Casey screamed and laughed, as Jack’s fingers played a tune on her ribs.

After a few moments of this, he stopped, sliding his hands to the bottom of her tanktop.

“This tanktop of yours got in my way. You don’t mind if I take it off?”

“And if I do mind?” she asked again, knowing it would get her into trouble.

“Well...” Jack said, responding with rapid scribblings of his fingers all over her stretched sides.

“EEEEEHEEEHEEEK! OK OK OK!!! AAHAA!”

“I knew you would see it my way.” he said chuckling, as he gripped the bottom of her tanktop. Slowly, he slid it up her body, revealing her flawless torso inch by inch. Finally, he let it rest all bunched up by her wrists.


He surveyed the gorgeous body that was his tickle toy. Absolutely perfect. Jack thought back to the time at the public pool. She dressed in a skimpy green bikini. Throughout the whole visit, Jack was tempted to reach over and tickle his girlfriend mercilessly, but knew he’d never have the guts to do it. But now, Casey was vulnerable and immobile. And now, in only shorts and a bra, she was completely his.


“So, you still don’t agree to being my slave, huh?” he asked, resting his hands on her firmly toned stomach.

“N-no...” Casey stammered, between pants. Jack watched as her chest heaved up and down with her breath, and soon began to massage that area just above her shorts.

Casey squirmed and laughed, but was helpless to stop it. Jack dragged his fingertips up her bare sides, poking a rib as he climed, and rested his hands at her elbows.

“You’re sure?” he asked her. She didn’t respond.

He started to lightly brush his fingertips just below her elbows, gradually moving a few inches down or so, nearing the spot he knew would make her go crazy.

“Positive?” he asked again, as he raked his fingertips to the area just above her smooth hollows. Still no answer.

“Ok then...” he said, as he plunged his fingers into her silky underarms. Slowly, he scribbled his fingers in her armpits, but not long after, he sped the tickling up, madly scribbling away at her defenseless and oh-so ticklish skin.

“AAAHEEHEEHEE!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” She screamed, as she thrashed her head around, unable to see anything.

One of his hands flew down to her ribs, where he clamped a hand at her side, and squeezed to his own delight, while he left the other hand to maddeningly tickle her underarms.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! AAAHAAHAA!!! S-STAHAHA!!! OK!!!! I AGREEHEEHEE!!!”

Jack stopped.

“What was that?” he asked, pretending not to have heard.

“I...said...I agree. I give in.” Casey responded, with a hint of a grin on her face. Jack couldn’t tell if that was leftover from the tickling, or new, from her own love of excitement. Either way, it didn’t matter. He untied her from the bed, and took the blindfold off.

“Stand up.” he ordered. She complied.

He stood across from her, surveying her with a new aura of authority.

“Take off your shorts, please.” she slid her shorts down to the floor, and stepped over them.

She was simply stunning. Sexy, ticklish, and wearing only her bra and panties. Jack’s pants were having a field day.

“Rule number one,” he said, “Do exactly as I say.”

“Alright.” she responded.

“Rule number two...don’t speak unless spoken to.”

She nodded this time.

“Third rule, remember that you’re a slave for the weekend.”

She nodded again.

“Now, come with me.” he said, as the two of them left the room.



Jack led Casey back into his living room, where there was more floor space. He didn’t bring anything with him. He had Casey kneel on the floor, upright, as he knelt right behind her. He ordered her to lift her arms, and she did.

“Alright, in this game, you keep your arms up. That’s all. If you can do it for five minutes, you win, and we move on. You may now speak.”

“And if I lose?” asked the sexy brunette.

“You’ll see. Ready?”

“Bring it on.” she said, with a wink.


Jack put an arm around her stomach, and pulled her back slightly, so her back was touching his front, as he knelt behind her. With the other hand, he poked her underarms, a little tickle now and then. She was giggling heavily, but was managing to keep her arms up.

After about two minutes, he got her with a surprise attack. He dug all ten fingers into her underarms, massaging and scribbling at her ticklish skin. She threw her arms down, claming his fingers in her warm flesh.


“You lose, Casey.” he said, mischievously. “Arms up.”

Slowly, she did as he said, and put her arms back up. In a flash, he had thrown his right arm around her bisceps, holding both her arms up, as he mercilessly, tickled one of her underarms with his other hand.


She squealed and screamed, desperate to get away from the tickling, but it was no use. Her arms were held immobile above her head, her taut body stretched and tight.


Jack’s fingers danced up and down her slightly protruding ribs, squeezing, clutching and tickling her tummy, waist, sides, and of course he would stop for an extra thorough massage of her underarms with his prodding fingertips.


“HAAAAHAAAHAAAA!!! AHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” She couldn’t even beg. Beautiful feminine laughter had seized full control of her voice.


Casey clenched her eyes shut, and squealed. She had given up struggling, and succumbed to the tickling sensation over her exposed body. Jack was still playing with her oh-so-ticklish ribcage, never at any moment forgetting to delve his wiggling fingers into her underarms.


After a few more minutes of this, Jack had mercy on her, and stopped. She fell limp into his arms, as she panted heavily, her body covered in a thin coat of sweat. She weakly looked up and smiled and Jack. Jack smiled back...then quickly clawed at her bare stomach. She writhed and giggled as he laughed, pleased with his work.

“Alright Casey. You can leave for tonight. But you HAVE to be back by noon tomorrow.” Jack said, helping his tickle toy to her feet.

“Don’t worry, I don’t go back on my word.” she said, giving him a little wink.

She gathered up her clothes, and after a little kiss, left the apartment. Jack sat down on his couch, thinking about what he’d do the next day...
































When Casey knocked on Jack’s apartment door, he was excited. He had managed to turn his sexy girlfriend into his tickle slave for the weekend. And now, at noon, she was back for more.

He opened the door, and there she was, in a long coat.

“Going to invite me in?” she asked.

“Right away.” he said, letting her step into the apartment.


He closed the door behind her, and took her coat. He was surprised to see that under the coat, she was wearing nothing but that little green bikini he had fantasized tickling her in. Of course, she couldn’t know that.

“You’ve come dressed appropriately, I see.” Jack said, looking her over.

“You approve then?” she said, lifting her arms above her head and twirling once, so he could get a good look at her.

“I approve, my tickle slave.” he said, as he quickly reached out and trapped her ribcage in his tickling grasp.

Casey gasped and immediately turned into a sexy giggling blob.

“I have something new for you today.” he said, leading her into the small living room of his house. There was really nothing in this room, except for a strange looking wooden frame in the centre of the room.

“Jack? What is that...?”

“No questions. As of now, you may not speak unless spoken to.”

Casey, remembering the rules of her tickle slavery, complied.

Wasting no time, Jack quickly led her over to the frame, and secured her in it. The board held her in a kneeling position, with her arms strapped to wooden boards, diagonally above her head. Her torso was arched slightly forwards as well. He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket, and wrapped it around her eyes.

Casey felt extremely vulnerable. Here she was, strapped to a strange frame, nearly naked with her upperbody arched forwards, and her arms secured tightly above her head. There was no way she could defend herself.

Before she could even finish the thought, she felt Jack’s wiggling fingers plunge into her underarms, scraping and tormenting her defenseless skin.

“Haahaaahaaa!! HAHAHAHA!” her sexy laughter filled the air as she tried to escape, but was completely unable to prevent the tickling sensations she now felt travelling lower along her sides. He stopped at her ribcage, and begun to play her like in instrument, tickling each rib finely, and every so often sneaking in a little tickle on her underarms.

Casey could hear Jack laughing at her, amidst her own hysterical giggling, and she felt his hands flutter down her body to her waist. Casey felt his hands slowly get a firm grip, and without warning, he began to squeeze her waist methodically, driving her into ticklish hysterics.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEEEHEEEHAAAAA!” Casey screamed and laughed, as she felt one of Jack’s hands begin to prod and massage the area just below her navel. That hand poked around, and raked up and down her delectable abdomenal area, fluttering tortously over her ticklish skin. The hand had left her waist, and was now contributing to the excruciating tickling of her arched forwards tummy.

Casey was still screaming with all her laughter, but she was still able to notice that one of his hands had stopped tickling her.

“This may get in the way...” she faintly heard Jack say, as she felt something tugging at her bikini top. Soon after, she felt it fall off her chest and reveal her perfect chest, leaving every inch of her torso at the mercy of her boyfriend, now her master.

Jack slid both his hands tauntingly up and down her sides, each time more firmly, driving at another cruel tickle torture. She felt one hand leave her body, as the other began to trace circles around her breasts. She was instantaneously shocked to realize how sensative her chest was to the tickling, and new it would just get worse from there.

She was right. She realized where the other hand had gone, now that she felt a light brush flutter over her curves. Jack had goten a feather somehow, and was fluttering it over her breasts, as the fingers on his other hand accented the sensations.

Her hysterical laughing had turned more to silent gasps and giggles. Though it tickled no less, it was just a different sensation.

Jack stopped. She felt his hands no longer in torturous contact with her bare skin. She couldn’t hear him either. She got a bit nervous.

“Jack?” she said. No answer.

Suddenly, she felt the tickly shock of ten fingers raking up and down her stretched and helpless underarms, and she immediately exploded into hysterics once more.

“Time for round two, my tickle slave.” he said, as he untied her from her bonds.


He led her, still blindfolded, into his bedroom. He down on his bed, and brought Casey to lie on top of him, so her back was touching his front. Working quickly, he chained her limbs to each bedpost, so she was in a tightly tied spread eagle position, with Jack underneath him.

This was a position Jack had always wanted to try. He creeped his hands up her sides, and brought them to rest on his girlfriend’s breasts.

“Are you enjoying yourself Casey?” he asked her, kissing her neck.

“All that matters is that you are enjoying yourself, my master.” Casey had goten into her role. How like her, to play along with everything. What a girl.

Jack fluttered his fingers over her chest, before crawling them down her ribs and to her tummy, where he ruthlessly dug in to her helpless and soft skin. He could feel her stomach muscles tightening involuntarily under his expert touch, and she could feel some of Jack’s tighten under her. He knew she’d be able to, but he was far to occupied with playing with his tickle slave to care.

“Heehee! HAAHAAHeee!! HAHAHAHAHA!” Laughter poured out of her sweet lips, as Jack took full advantage of her uncovered and immobile body.

She had already given up on struggling against her bonds, and had degenerated into a hysterical fit of laughter, as Jack spiderwalked his fingers up and down her vulnerable sides. He tickled every inch of her body that he could reach, each part completely exposed and undefended.

He dragged his fingertips up her sides, until he came to her underarms once more. With the added leverage from being beneath the ticklish body, he cruelly poked into her soft armpits with his fingers, wiggling with added pressure.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!” She screamed, laughing as hard as she ever thought she could.

He left one hand there to tickle her underarm relentlessly, as the other hand went dancing around her fully displayed torso. Jack tickled her stomach, her sides, her ribs, her breasts, and pretty much anywhere that he could reach.

Finally, he stopped the tickling. He had gone on for quite some time, and she was completely weak. He untied her, took her blindfolf off, and got out from beneath her. She lay next to him, calming herself for a good few minutes, as Jack stared at her.

Finally, he reached over and rested his hand on her stomach.

“Still think I’m boring?” he asked, smiling.

She looked at him, rolled close to him and kissed him passionately.