Ticklish_Matt
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This is an fictional adult F/m story; if you don't like that, don't read it. All of the characters in this story are over 18 years old.
As always I look forward to comments, so if you enjoy the story please post your thoughts on it.
As they finish whispering to each other both are smiling and begin to unbury me from the sand I was trapped in. They had me quick rinse off the sand by taking a quick dip in the water, I returned to hear Missy say Sara could go ahead and get things set up while she catches up on old times with me. So as Sara goes on ahead to the house we slowly stroll along the beach for a bit until Sara was well out of earshot range.
Missy turns and looks into my eyes and says in a compassionately concerned voice "Are you ok?" I have a confused look as I respond saying I am fine. Missy still sounds a bit worried as she continues explaining "When my old friend Sara asked if she could make use of my place for the day to torment a ticklish boy, I had no idea you were the boy she was talking about. If I had known I probably would not have agreed to it. You see I have a kind of hobby of mine for creating emotionally moving and provocative photos using lets just say some creative bondage. For myself it is more for the artistic than practical function or use of it. Honestly having seen how ticklish you are, being stuck in any of my bondage set ups could quite literally be a living hell. If you want I can make up some excuse to get you away from here?"
I am touched by the tenderness and worry in her voice so ask "What would you think the worst bondage you have that I could be put into?" I see her blush bright red as even though there is no one around that could possibly hear, she moves in close and whispers a description of what she considers a living hell. My eyes go wide as I visualize what I am likely in for, with a grin forming on my face. I giggle a bit with giddy excitement saying "Missy, definitely have a favor to ask of you, just not to get away...would you be willing to help Sara torture me?"
She gasps in disbelief as her jaw drops saying "You can't be serious, why would you want to run gleefully into that, when you should be running away screaming in terror?" I respond by laughing playfully and give a quick summary of how my vacation has been so far. The more I explained the more amused expressions she had, snickering and smirking as gave details of the tickles. At the end of my recap she grins wide saying "Wow, okay I guess I was very wrong, I think you will feel right at home in my dungeon and might be very interesting to put my gear to "prac-tickle" use
"
I giggle happily increasing my speed to get to Missy's house sooner, not minding one bit as I see her checking out my ass, I give her a playful wink to encourage her ogling. As we enter the house she directs me to the door to the basement and I eagerly glide down the stairs to join Sara. I dart around looking for the bondage gear that was described to me, finally I see it and call out to Sara. Turning the corner she giggles saying "What do you need cutie?" I am jumping up and down a bit, giggling as I grin eagerly saying "Can I please, please, please go into THAT!!!"
With a sadistic and evil smile She gives my ass a few spanks looking over the room and she says "Oh, that is wicked and of course you can honey buns." Missy's basement has many different themed rooms for her bondage artwork and this one has an eeriness that I love. It is a very rustic old fashion wooden décor with missing floor boards revealing a hidden compartment.
I crawl down into the hole and my heart races as now both Sara and Missy secure me into position. I am laying face down to start as my arms are restrained tightly off to the side, then my torso is arched up enough for my head to stick out of the floor. Slowly the missing floor boards are put back into place as my head is wedged into the padded cut out in the boards. Several more straps are put over my body to make sure wouldn't hurt my self if I struggled and make it more comfortable. Board after board are laid down as the same thing happened to my bare feet as my head. Now 2 heavy metal bars are latched into position of to the side of me over the wooden boards. Shivers go down my spine as I hear the thunck thunck of metal latches locking me into this vulnerable situation. I can't help but to snicker a bit as I know this has to look hilarious having a head and two feet sticking out of the floor like a twisted scene from a horror movie.
Sara grins wide as she looks over to Missy saying, "I am going to go finish getting ready, feel free to go ahead and have some fun while I set up." I am alone with Missy for a while and I see her blushing a bit as she seems to be hesitant to begin inflicting ticklish suffering on me.
I finally break the silence and encourage her saying "It's ok, do your worst, I adore being tickle tortured and if it would help with motivation i used to have a nickname for you. Since you had an uncanny knack for interrupting any time me and your daughter would be feeling frisky, I never called you Missy instead just referred to you as the worst cock blocking bitch ever "
She burst out laughing and with fake outrage she walks in front of me and looks me in the eyes saying "Bitch uh??? Oh my, you are in for it, I am going to show you what a bitch really is!!!" As she circles back around to my feet I try to watch where she is going only to find a bit to my dismay that the padding around the hole for my neck limits my movement to such a degree I can only move my head about an inch in any direction. This make for an unnerving experience where I am force to look straight ahead while I feel the cool air on my poor bare ticklish feet. The extreme vulnerability of my situation is amplifying both my feeling of powerlessness as well as the arousal for the tickling I am soon to endure.
Snickering she says in a seductive tone "you are going to get the lesson of a lifetime, that is not nice to say bad things behind someone's back. It is perfect that your punishment is to have your widdle bare feet tortured behind your back!!!"
I laugh a little loving that she is getting into this so much. My breathing is getting faster in short rapid bursts as I nervously wiggle my sole the minimal amount that I am able to. In all honesty I am not sure the movement of my feet is to eagerly meet the tickles or to evade them. Granted I don't really have any control over either so I giggle nervously looking ahead waiting for the inevitable to happen. I almost scream out in surprise when I feel the light feather soft fluttering of Missy's nails begin to explore my bare soles.
In no time I begin to giggle non stop as she puts my feet through a ticklish testing to find my worst spots. Her tickling is amplified greatly by her delving in a disciplinarian role endlessly scolding me while tormenting my soles. She has a mix of a sensual and strict tone in her voice as she says things like "Such a naughty boy with such language, you deserve a good spanking. This bitch is making you her bitch hehe. Potty mouths get boys widdle feet tickled!!!"
The ever increasing speed and intensity of her tickles have me cackling like mad as I am laughing so hard tears stream down my face. I reflexively beg and plead with her between howling laughs saying "Please stop....So sorry.... I'll never say your a bitch"
I am startled as from the door way Sara reprimanded me saying "Tsk Tsk Tsk how dare you call my good friend a bitch, those feet are in for some real torture now!!!" Even though her tone was stern sounding it was still playful in nature. I gasped for air as they began to place metal eye holes under my toes and stretched every one of my toes back making my sole taunt and unable to move at all.
Sara giggles as she explained the torture my feet could get "The bad news for you is that I mean real torture not tickles, the good news is I will give you two choices. Which would you rather have 100 smacks on each foot with a ruler or no less than 30 minutes of your soles covered in itching powder?"
I quiver a bit hearing that and if I wasn't so immobile likely would be wiggling like mad thinking of either of them being done. Though with my feet so totally helpless my curiosity gets the better of me and I blurt out "Do the itching powder please?"
They burst out laughing at how eager I sounded as they moved over to my feet and the powder jar was placed between them both. Taking turns soft makeup brushes were dipped into the fine powder and used to tickle and cover my soles at the same time. At first was just giggling and squealing from the tickles though the longer the stuff was on my feet the worse it itched. Soon my screams of laughter transitioned in screams of frustration as the itching sensations were unbearable. The brushes worked the powder into my soles creating a gentle friction that turned my poor feet a light shade of red.
Missy walked in front of my and when she saw the expressions of suffering on my face her artistic side took over and she darted away and quickly return with her camera and snapped photos of the suffering my face displayed. She giggled as she worked to capture the perfect picture of the agonizing torment i was going through. This photo session went on for over 20 minutes until she captured an expression of pure hell on my face with tears rolling down the side of my cheeks and now my face was also a nice shade of red to match my soles.
Not sure how long this ordeal lasted though begins to cry tears of joy as a scrub brush covered in warm soapy water was used vigorously to clean my soles of the powder. I howled in frantic laughter as the bristles explored every bit of my helpless feet. In no time I was gasping for air and reduced to silent laughter as not sure how but the itching powder seemed to make my soles every more ticklish than they had been. At last unable to take any more i mercifully pass out as I listened to my tormentors giggling and snickering at my state.
Decorating Decision part 1 and 2 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=44564
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...ion-f-m-part-2
Unexpected Vacation part 1-6 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=51268
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=59513
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=59758
4. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=66005
5. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=70113
6. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=161851
The Joy of Roommates part 1 and 2 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=67033
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=127999
The Customer is Always Right part 1 and 2(F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=69743
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=184672
Witches World Part 1-3 F/M
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=138877
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=142063
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=165549
Sweet as Candy part 1 F/M
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=143250
Freelancer Part 1-4 f/m
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=164851
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=165529
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=179695
4. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...cer-part-4-f-m
The Gift part 1 f/m
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=182909
Unknown Realm (be careful what you wish for) part 1-2 (*/m, F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...art-1-(*-m-F-m)
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-m-minimal-F-f)
Mommy tickle monster part 1-2
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...58#post4164458
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?286063-Mommy-Tickle-Monster-F-m-part-2
As always I look forward to comments, so if you enjoy the story please post your thoughts on it.
As they finish whispering to each other both are smiling and begin to unbury me from the sand I was trapped in. They had me quick rinse off the sand by taking a quick dip in the water, I returned to hear Missy say Sara could go ahead and get things set up while she catches up on old times with me. So as Sara goes on ahead to the house we slowly stroll along the beach for a bit until Sara was well out of earshot range.
Missy turns and looks into my eyes and says in a compassionately concerned voice "Are you ok?" I have a confused look as I respond saying I am fine. Missy still sounds a bit worried as she continues explaining "When my old friend Sara asked if she could make use of my place for the day to torment a ticklish boy, I had no idea you were the boy she was talking about. If I had known I probably would not have agreed to it. You see I have a kind of hobby of mine for creating emotionally moving and provocative photos using lets just say some creative bondage. For myself it is more for the artistic than practical function or use of it. Honestly having seen how ticklish you are, being stuck in any of my bondage set ups could quite literally be a living hell. If you want I can make up some excuse to get you away from here?"
I am touched by the tenderness and worry in her voice so ask "What would you think the worst bondage you have that I could be put into?" I see her blush bright red as even though there is no one around that could possibly hear, she moves in close and whispers a description of what she considers a living hell. My eyes go wide as I visualize what I am likely in for, with a grin forming on my face. I giggle a bit with giddy excitement saying "Missy, definitely have a favor to ask of you, just not to get away...would you be willing to help Sara torture me?"
She gasps in disbelief as her jaw drops saying "You can't be serious, why would you want to run gleefully into that, when you should be running away screaming in terror?" I respond by laughing playfully and give a quick summary of how my vacation has been so far. The more I explained the more amused expressions she had, snickering and smirking as gave details of the tickles. At the end of my recap she grins wide saying "Wow, okay I guess I was very wrong, I think you will feel right at home in my dungeon and might be very interesting to put my gear to "prac-tickle" use
"I giggle happily increasing my speed to get to Missy's house sooner, not minding one bit as I see her checking out my ass, I give her a playful wink to encourage her ogling. As we enter the house she directs me to the door to the basement and I eagerly glide down the stairs to join Sara. I dart around looking for the bondage gear that was described to me, finally I see it and call out to Sara. Turning the corner she giggles saying "What do you need cutie?" I am jumping up and down a bit, giggling as I grin eagerly saying "Can I please, please, please go into THAT!!!"
With a sadistic and evil smile She gives my ass a few spanks looking over the room and she says "Oh, that is wicked and of course you can honey buns." Missy's basement has many different themed rooms for her bondage artwork and this one has an eeriness that I love. It is a very rustic old fashion wooden décor with missing floor boards revealing a hidden compartment.
I crawl down into the hole and my heart races as now both Sara and Missy secure me into position. I am laying face down to start as my arms are restrained tightly off to the side, then my torso is arched up enough for my head to stick out of the floor. Slowly the missing floor boards are put back into place as my head is wedged into the padded cut out in the boards. Several more straps are put over my body to make sure wouldn't hurt my self if I struggled and make it more comfortable. Board after board are laid down as the same thing happened to my bare feet as my head. Now 2 heavy metal bars are latched into position of to the side of me over the wooden boards. Shivers go down my spine as I hear the thunck thunck of metal latches locking me into this vulnerable situation. I can't help but to snicker a bit as I know this has to look hilarious having a head and two feet sticking out of the floor like a twisted scene from a horror movie.
Sara grins wide as she looks over to Missy saying, "I am going to go finish getting ready, feel free to go ahead and have some fun while I set up." I am alone with Missy for a while and I see her blushing a bit as she seems to be hesitant to begin inflicting ticklish suffering on me.
I finally break the silence and encourage her saying "It's ok, do your worst, I adore being tickle tortured
and if it would help with motivation i used to have a nickname for you. Since you had an uncanny knack for interrupting any time me and your daughter would be feeling frisky, I never called you Missy instead just referred to you as the worst cock blocking bitch ever "She burst out laughing and with fake outrage she walks in front of me and looks me in the eyes saying "Bitch uh??? Oh my, you are in for it, I am going to show you what a bitch really is!!!" As she circles back around to my feet I try to watch where she is going only to find a bit to my dismay that the padding around the hole for my neck limits my movement to such a degree I can only move my head about an inch in any direction. This make for an unnerving experience where I am force to look straight ahead while I feel the cool air on my poor bare ticklish feet. The extreme vulnerability of my situation is amplifying both my feeling of powerlessness as well as the arousal for the tickling I am soon to endure.
Snickering she says in a seductive tone "you are going to get the lesson of a lifetime, that is not nice to say bad things behind someone's back. It is perfect that your punishment is to have your widdle bare feet tortured behind your back!!!"
I laugh a little loving that she is getting into this so much. My breathing is getting faster in short rapid bursts as I nervously wiggle my sole the minimal amount that I am able to. In all honesty I am not sure the movement of my feet is to eagerly meet the tickles or to evade them. Granted I don't really have any control over either so I giggle nervously looking ahead waiting for the inevitable to happen. I almost scream out in surprise when I feel the light feather soft fluttering of Missy's nails begin to explore my bare soles.
In no time I begin to giggle non stop as she puts my feet through a ticklish testing to find my worst spots. Her tickling is amplified greatly by her delving in a disciplinarian role endlessly scolding me while tormenting my soles. She has a mix of a sensual and strict tone in her voice as she says things like "Such a naughty boy with such language, you deserve a good spanking. This bitch is making you her bitch hehe. Potty mouths get boys widdle feet tickled!!!"
The ever increasing speed and intensity of her tickles have me cackling like mad as I am laughing so hard tears stream down my face. I reflexively beg and plead with her between howling laughs saying "Please stop....So sorry.... I'll never say your a bitch"
I am startled as from the door way Sara reprimanded me saying "Tsk Tsk Tsk how dare you call my good friend a bitch, those feet are in for some real torture now!!!" Even though her tone was stern sounding it was still playful in nature. I gasped for air as they began to place metal eye holes under my toes and stretched every one of my toes back making my sole taunt and unable to move at all.
Sara giggles as she explained the torture my feet could get "The bad news for you is that I mean real torture not tickles, the good news is I will give you two choices. Which would you rather have 100 smacks on each foot with a ruler or no less than 30 minutes of your soles covered in itching powder?"
I quiver a bit hearing that and if I wasn't so immobile likely would be wiggling like mad thinking of either of them being done. Though with my feet so totally helpless my curiosity gets the better of me and I blurt out "Do the itching powder please?"
They burst out laughing at how eager I sounded as they moved over to my feet and the powder jar was placed between them both. Taking turns soft makeup brushes were dipped into the fine powder and used to tickle and cover my soles at the same time. At first was just giggling and squealing from the tickles though the longer the stuff was on my feet the worse it itched. Soon my screams of laughter transitioned in screams of frustration as the itching sensations were unbearable. The brushes worked the powder into my soles creating a gentle friction that turned my poor feet a light shade of red.
Missy walked in front of my and when she saw the expressions of suffering on my face her artistic side took over and she darted away and quickly return with her camera and snapped photos of the suffering my face displayed. She giggled as she worked to capture the perfect picture of the agonizing torment i was going through. This photo session went on for over 20 minutes until she captured an expression of pure hell on my face with tears rolling down the side of my cheeks and now my face was also a nice shade of red to match my soles.
Not sure how long this ordeal lasted though begins to cry tears of joy as a scrub brush covered in warm soapy water was used vigorously to clean my soles of the powder. I howled in frantic laughter as the bristles explored every bit of my helpless feet. In no time I was gasping for air and reduced to silent laughter as not sure how but the itching powder seemed to make my soles every more ticklish than they had been. At last unable to take any more i mercifully pass out as I listened to my tormentors giggling and snickering at my state.
Decorating Decision part 1 and 2 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=44564
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...ion-f-m-part-2
Unexpected Vacation part 1-6 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=51268
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=59513
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=59758
4. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=66005
5. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=70113
6. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=161851
The Joy of Roommates part 1 and 2 (F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=67033
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=127999
The Customer is Always Right part 1 and 2(F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=69743
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=184672
Witches World Part 1-3 F/M
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=138877
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=142063
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=165549
Sweet as Candy part 1 F/M
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=143250
Freelancer Part 1-4 f/m
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=164851
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=165529
3. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=179695
4. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...cer-part-4-f-m
The Gift part 1 f/m
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=182909
Unknown Realm (be careful what you wish for) part 1-2 (*/m, F/m)
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...art-1-(*-m-F-m)
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-m-minimal-F-f)
Mommy tickle monster part 1-2
1. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...58#post4164458
2. http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?286063-Mommy-Tickle-Monster-F-m-part-2
