heavenkitty
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*inspired by conversations with a dear friend*
Chrissie¡¦s day started out just like any other day off. She got up & decided to just not do anything that day. She had no errands to run that was that important & she really didn¡¦t feel like leaving the house at all. As she walked around the house, she unwound her long, blonde hair from its bun, letting it cascade down her back. Going to a shelf to get something to eat, she had to stretch her short 5¡¦ frame to get the box of Pop Tarts.
After she had had breakfast & did some stretching, she decided to surf the internet for a while. Chrissie knew that a couple of her friends would be on line soon & looked forward to chatting with them.
Meanwhile, unknown to Chrissie, one of her chat friends was approaching her house with devious intentions. He knew that Chrissie was terribly ticklish & knew from her detailed descriptions that she always went barefoot inside her house, especially during the summer. Richard had lusted after Chrissie¡¦s feet after seeing pictures of them & wanted to hear her laugh hysterically. What he didn¡¦t know is that Chrissie was at that very moment, chatting with another friend that wanted to do the very same thing to her. Only a few of her friends knew her secret, that she was very ticklish & loved to be tickled.
As Chrissie sat down to her computer, barefoot as always, she thought briefly about her ¡¥tickle friends¡¦ & wished briefly that one was there now to help dispel the boredom that she was feeling. Logging onto the internet, she saw her friend, Terry on line. She hailed him & he responded with a happy face emote & a glad hello ƒº They chatted in text for a little while & then Terry suggested that they voice chat as they both had lots of time that day. Chrissie agreed enthusiastically. She plugged in her headset into the monitor & put them on. The sound of her friend¡¦s voice came through the headset, making her smile. Chrissie loved hearing his voice. It was mellow with a slight Southern accent.
Richard drove past Chrissie¡¦s house, looking to see if her car was in the driveway. It was!! He smirked & parked on the street, right in front of her house & reached into the back seat. He pulled a duffle bag up to the front seat. Inside, there were all manner of implements for tickling but he brought out a coil of clothes line. His heart beat faster at the thought of what he was planning on doing to his good friend. He fondled the rope, thinking how he would tie her feet & hands to render her helpless & then, have his way with her tiny, ticklish feet. Getting out of his car, he casually walked up her driveway & peeked into the window. As he had suspected, she was sitting at her computer with the door to her back. He could hear loud music playing & saw that she had her headset on, probably voice chatting with someone.
Chrissie turned the volume up on her computer to hear Terry¡¦s voice better. Her full attention was on her friend & the way he was telling her how he would be teasing the soles of her feet. Chrissie giggled at the thought of his fingers caressing her feet & started rubbing her soles on the carpet in her excitement. Her legs parted as she sat there, feeling more than a little turned on by what Terry was telling her. She leaned forward, the tops of her feet resting against the legs of the chair, enthralled by Terry¡¦s in depth description of what he was going to do to her feet.
The next thing she knew, her feet were being tied to the chair & her hands were being pulled behind her & swiftly restrained. Chrissie exclaimed loudly, cursing & trying to turn around. Terry, concerned, asked her what was wrong. Meanwhile, Richard had managed to restrain Chrissie without her seeing or hearing him. Grunting, Chrissie told him that she had been tied up, right here at her computer!! Richard stayed silent, not wanting to give it away that she was in no real danger. She struggled to loosen the ropes but to no avail. Terry had fallen strangely silent as he listened to Chrissie¡¦s struggled grunts & groans.
As a safeguard, Richard slipped a blindfold over Chrissie¡¦s eyes, just in case she caught sight of him. At that, Chrissie cried out, fearing the dark. With his heart beating rapidly with excitement & an evil grin on his face, Richard ran a single finger down Chrissie¡¦s left foot, from toes to heel. Chrissie¡¦s body stiffened & she exhaled loudly, her foot jerking away from the finger. Richard grinned even wider & did the same to the other foot, slowly dragging his finger down her foot. Again, Chrissie stiffened & gasped in an effort to keep from laughing.
Terry asked Chrissie in an odd voice what was happening. Chrissie whispered that someone had tied her up, blindfolded her & after that, her voice trailed off. Richard sat down near her feet, looking at them closely. He gazed lovingly at the wrinkles & folds on her soles & how sweet & chubby her toes were. Richard couldn¡¦t hold back anymore. In a disguised voice (Chrissie knew his accent all too well); he told Chrissie that she wasn¡¦t going to be harmed in any way. At this, Chrissie started pleading franticly, saying that she would do anything to be set free. Richard chuckled & told Chrissie that there was nothing that she could do that would convince him to set her free before he got what he wanted. He said this loud enough & close enough to her microphone for Terry to hear. Terry continued to stay oddly silent.
With a trembling voice, Chrissie asked what exactly he wanted. Richard chuckled again, barely hiding his glee. He told her that all he wanted from her was to hear her laugh. Realization dawned on Chrissie & she started grumping that this had to be some sort of joke & that she demanded to be let go immediately. She struggled harder, rocking the chair slightly. Richard told her to calm down or it would be harder on her. He stroked her cheek lovingly & she stopped struggling for the moment. Richard told her with mock gruffness that if she was ¡¥good¡¦ that she would be let go soon enough. But if she continued to struggle that he would have to restrain her more severely & she might not like that too much.
Chrissie became very still, barely breathing. In a soft voice, she asked meekly what he meant by ¡¥good¡¦. Trying his most evil chuckle, he said that that was for him to know & her to find out. Before Chrissie could say a word, Richard did what he had been dreaming about doing to a woman¡¦s foot. He reached down & wiggled his fingers slowly against her soles. She threw her head back, neck straining as she fought to stay in control. He told her that resisting was a bad idea. He added that he wanted her to tell her ¡¥friend¡¦ that she was voice chatting with exactly what he was doing to her now.
Through gritted teeth, Chrissie told Terry that her captor was tickling her feet. Her efforts not to laugh were wearing down quickly, her breath coming out in little huffs & hitches, the beginnings of giggling just below the surface. Richard continued to wiggle & scratch at her soles, making it harder & harder for her to maintain control. Her face started turning red with the effort not to laugh. Richard admired her resolve but had plans to hear her laugh that day. He stopped long enough to reach into his bag & bring out some baby oil. He poured it on her feet, each in turn, rubbing it in gently. Sharply, he ordered her to tell her friend exactly what he was doing to her.
Chrissie, starting to sweat, knowing what the oil would do to her feet all too well, told Terry what was going on in detail. Terry spoke for the first time since all this had started, asking her if she was okay. Chrissie said that so far, she was. Terry replied, saying that she was in real trouble with the baby oil, sounding oddly amused & pleased by her situation. Before Chrissie started putting all the pieces together, Richard started sliding his fingertips gently up & down her soles quickly. Caught off guard, Chrissie yelped, her whole body jerking. She heard Terry chuckle right before Richard slipped his fingers right under her toes. With that, her laughter couldn¡¦t be held back any longer. Peals of helpless laughter exploded from Chrissie¡¦s body as Richard drew little circles on the bottoms of her feet, going in different directions on each foot.
Through her laughter, she heard Terry laughing along & her ¡¥captor¡¦ telling her roughly that she had to describe what he was doing or she had to endure it for much longer than he had planned. She shook her head, laughing hysterically, unable to speak. Richard mock-threatened her that if she didn¡¦t that he would retie her naked & spread eagled & tickle her much worse than this if she didn¡¦t tell her friend exactly what he was doing. He eased up a little, lightly teasing her soles & in a giggling, trembling voice, Chrissie haltingly told Terry what was happening to her feet, that they were being tickled lightly with the fingertips. To her amazement, she heard a zipper on Terry¡¦s side of the mike. Richard wiggled his fingers harder, grinning with maniacal pleasure. Terry started saying over & over that her laugh was so hot & that he wished that he could see what was happening.
Chrissie giggled madly, her body writhing & bouncing in the vain effort to loosen the ropes & stop this guy. Soon, Richard tired of her soles & gently lifted her foot so that he could insert a feather between her toes. Gasping, she then cried out, trying to jerk her foot away. He started sawing it back & forth, at the same time, running his nails along the base of her toes. Again, he warned her that if she didn¡¦t tell her friend what was going on that he would tickle her much, much worse than this. Her voice stuttering through her laughter, she told Terry haltingly that a feather was between her toes & it was being moved back & forth. Richard stepped up the action with the feather, going from one crevice to the other, sawing the feather between her toes & exploring every part of her feet. Chrissie tried her best to keep a running commentary of what was happening but soon couldn¡¦t. She reached the stage of silent laughter, slumped in the chair while Richard feathered her toes & tortured her feet.
He stopped, letting her recover a little, telling her that so far that she had done fairly well. He went into the kitchen & got her some cold water to sip. Seeing that she was wearing a tank top, he got some more devious ideas. Untying her hands, he brought them back over her head & retied them behind her head, leaving her pits open & vulnerable. Again, Richard told her roughly to tell her friend what was happening. Still panting from a few minutes ago, Chrissie haltingly explained to Terry what was being done to her. Terry seemed to be excited as he asked her how she was feeling. Chrissie¡¦s head lolled as she explained in a voice so heavy with weariness that her whole body was tingling & throbbing. Terry sounded like he was grinning as he commented that he was a little jealous that he wasn¡¦t the one torturing her. She muttered a few choice words to Terry.
Behind her, Richard crooned to her that now he was going to give her feet a break for a while & turn his attention to ¡¥other things¡¦. Using a stiff white feather, he traced down the inside of her arms all the way to her closely shaven armpits. Chrissie giggled freely now, her defenses broken down some. Using the feather on one arm, his fingertips on the other, he slowly, lightly played her inner arms & armpits like a fine instrument. He knew that her body was sensitized to light touches now & it wouldn¡¦t take much to send her over the edge. While fingering her pit, he softly told her how nice & smooth her skin was but that it could use a little more moisture. With that, he applied a little baby oil with his fingers, gliding them over her sensitive skin.
Again, he reminded her that in order to avoid more serious torture, she had to tell what was happening to her. She found her voice quickly, telling Terry between giggles & gasps that her armpits were being tickled, both at the same time. Terry gasped into his microphone. Moving his fingers a little faster, Chrissie found new life, thrashing & trying to move her arms down to protect her vulnerable skin. Richard chuckled at her struggles & applied more baby oil to her other pit, stroking both at the same time. He drew tiny circles in them, making her wiggle & giggle in the sweetest way.
Keeping this up for a while, he told her to tell her friend how it felt to be tickled in this way. As she struggled & gasped & giggled, she tried her best to tell Terry what it felt like but failed in part as her mind was so engulfed by the ticklish sensations that words started to be hard for her to say. Richard paused long enough to start Chrissie¡¦s web cam going, knowing that her friend might enjoy seeing their friend¡¦s face while she was being tortured. Speaking close to the microphone, Richard said clearly to Terry that he hoped that he enjoyed the view & actuated the camera connection. The web cam window popped up, Chrissie¡¦s face, blindfolded & sweat streaked coming into view. Terry gasped at the sight of her, seeing her face like that.
Richard resumed stroking her pits, wringing sweet giggles from her as Terry watched, totally helpless to either stop it or help. He felt torn but turned on too. There was something so sexy about the way Chrissie giggled & seeing her now, in the midst of all this, was incredibly like a tickling video that he had seen. Richard adjusted the camera so that it captured Chrissie¡¦s upper body & showed what was happening to her. On the other side of the screen, Terry¡¦s eyes bugged out at the sight of Chrissie¡¦s armpits being caressed by strange hands. Seeing that & hearing her helpless laughter captured his attention completely, keeping Terry¡¦s eyes glued to the screen. His breathing sped up as the strange fingers danced around those vulnerable hollows, making her squeal & jerk from side to side.
Pausing only to lift Chrissie¡¦s top over her head & onto her arms to expose her, Richard gazed at all the new spots to tickle. Keeping the back of his head to the cam, he spoke into the mike, telling Terry that the best was yet to come. Rechecking the cam to make sure that it was positioned properly, Richard got behind Chrissie, one hand poised above one of her exposed sides, the other hovering just above one of her feet. She tensed, waiting for the fingers to dig into some part of her body, teeth gritted. Before his hands descended, he told Chrissie to tell her friend what she was thinking & feeling right at this moment. Breathing raggedly, she whispered to Terry that she was afraid of what was to come now that she was so exposed & didn¡¦t know what was going to happen next. Her voice was fearful but also with a hint of excitement in it also. It was obvious to both Terry & Richard that she was becoming excited by the tickling.
The way her chest heaved was more than just trying to take in enough air. Her nipples were rock hard & as big as thimbles. Richard & Terry both took note of this. Seeing that her soles were still glistening with oil, he grinned & lightly wiggled his fingers both one her one foot & her side at the same time. Chrissie was still trying to talk when Richard did this, making the rest of her sentence turn into screaming laughter. Her body twitched & jerked as his fingers played piano on her side while the other hand traced lazy figure 8s on her sole. She threw her head back, laughing hard, her body moving in ways that neither Terry nor Richard had ever seen before. Terry watched, totally spellbound as her breasts jiggled & her head tossed from side to side, her mouth in a grimace of ticklish agony.
Richard switched sides & feet, not letting her become desensitized in the least. Through her hysterical laughter, Richard told her over & over how he loved to tickle such a responsive lady, how he loved to hear her laugh so helplessly. Switching again, he continued until her head hung down, her giggles almost silent. Stopping to give her a rest, he went to use the bathroom while Terry just sat & watched his ticklish friend recover. He longed to reach through the screen & pull down the blindfold to see her lovely eyes, to see the expression of helplessness in them. Chrissie, her head hung down, muttered weakly over & over, ¡§No more, please.¡¨
Richard returned to his captive friend. Seeing that she had rested slightly, he grabbed the feather & started paying attention to her swollen nipples. Letting the tip of the feather graze the very tip of one nipple, Chrissie gasped & suddenly sat up very straight, arching her back. Grinning evilly, Richard reminded her to tell her friend what she was feeling & what was happening to her or else. Stuttering & moaning, Chrissie told Terry that her nipples were being tickled, hesitated then added that it was turning her on. Terry asked her if she was ¡¥getting wet¡¦ & all Chrissie could do was moan as Richard circled each nipple in turn with the tip of the feather. Terry took in the look of her face, flushed with excitement.
Abandoning the feather, Richard suddenly dug into her pits, wiggling his fingers wildly. The change in sensation her senses. Her body reacted violently, twisting & arching in a vain attempt to get away from the tickling fingers. The first sound out of her mouth was a yelp that gave way to peels of helpless, loud laughter. In the midst of laughing, she managed to scream out, pleading for him to stop, that she would do anything for this to stop. Richard grinned happily & continued to tickle her as she pleaded for mercy. This is exactly what he had longed to hear from her.
Thinking back to her feet, he left her pits, trailing his fingers down her body, tickling here & there, ending up at her lovely soles. Chrissie twitched & giggled as he did this, still begging to be let go. Richard, while applying more baby oil, told her that he was almost done with her & that she would soon be released. She panted & groaned as she realized that he was going to tickle her feet again & gritted her teeth, preparing for the worst. As he stroked her soles, the ticklish sensations proved to be too much & Chrissie lost her resolve, giggling hysterically. Letting one hand tickle one foot, he reached into his bag & took out his dreaded electric toothbrush. Without warning her, he turned it on & started running it lightly along the bottom of one foot.
Chrissie screamed with helpless laughter, her foot jerking so wildly that Richard had to hold it still. He alternated feet, letting each feel the torment of the little revolving brushes under toes, in between them & along her arches. This reduced Chrissie to a limp, giggling mass. Soon, Chrissie went completely limp, passing out. All this time, Terry was watching all this. Richard took the headset off of her head & put it on & looked into the camera. Grinning, he asked Terry if he had enjoyed the show. Grinning back, Terry thanked him for thinking this up & letting him be a part of it.
Turning off the cam & exiting the messenger program, Richard untied his friend, pulled her top back down decently & laid her tenderly on the couch. Taking off the blindfold, her eyes flickered open. Taking in the sight of him, he had expected her to be furious with him for torturing her the way that he had. In stead, she sat up to hug him, thanking him for what he had done. She admitted that at first, she thought that he really was some weirdo that broke into her house to harm her but when Terry reacted the way he did, that clued her in that this had been planned between them.
They sat together, holding hands & talked about next time¡K..
Chrissie¡¦s day started out just like any other day off. She got up & decided to just not do anything that day. She had no errands to run that was that important & she really didn¡¦t feel like leaving the house at all. As she walked around the house, she unwound her long, blonde hair from its bun, letting it cascade down her back. Going to a shelf to get something to eat, she had to stretch her short 5¡¦ frame to get the box of Pop Tarts.
After she had had breakfast & did some stretching, she decided to surf the internet for a while. Chrissie knew that a couple of her friends would be on line soon & looked forward to chatting with them.
Meanwhile, unknown to Chrissie, one of her chat friends was approaching her house with devious intentions. He knew that Chrissie was terribly ticklish & knew from her detailed descriptions that she always went barefoot inside her house, especially during the summer. Richard had lusted after Chrissie¡¦s feet after seeing pictures of them & wanted to hear her laugh hysterically. What he didn¡¦t know is that Chrissie was at that very moment, chatting with another friend that wanted to do the very same thing to her. Only a few of her friends knew her secret, that she was very ticklish & loved to be tickled.
As Chrissie sat down to her computer, barefoot as always, she thought briefly about her ¡¥tickle friends¡¦ & wished briefly that one was there now to help dispel the boredom that she was feeling. Logging onto the internet, she saw her friend, Terry on line. She hailed him & he responded with a happy face emote & a glad hello ƒº They chatted in text for a little while & then Terry suggested that they voice chat as they both had lots of time that day. Chrissie agreed enthusiastically. She plugged in her headset into the monitor & put them on. The sound of her friend¡¦s voice came through the headset, making her smile. Chrissie loved hearing his voice. It was mellow with a slight Southern accent.
Richard drove past Chrissie¡¦s house, looking to see if her car was in the driveway. It was!! He smirked & parked on the street, right in front of her house & reached into the back seat. He pulled a duffle bag up to the front seat. Inside, there were all manner of implements for tickling but he brought out a coil of clothes line. His heart beat faster at the thought of what he was planning on doing to his good friend. He fondled the rope, thinking how he would tie her feet & hands to render her helpless & then, have his way with her tiny, ticklish feet. Getting out of his car, he casually walked up her driveway & peeked into the window. As he had suspected, she was sitting at her computer with the door to her back. He could hear loud music playing & saw that she had her headset on, probably voice chatting with someone.
Chrissie turned the volume up on her computer to hear Terry¡¦s voice better. Her full attention was on her friend & the way he was telling her how he would be teasing the soles of her feet. Chrissie giggled at the thought of his fingers caressing her feet & started rubbing her soles on the carpet in her excitement. Her legs parted as she sat there, feeling more than a little turned on by what Terry was telling her. She leaned forward, the tops of her feet resting against the legs of the chair, enthralled by Terry¡¦s in depth description of what he was going to do to her feet.
The next thing she knew, her feet were being tied to the chair & her hands were being pulled behind her & swiftly restrained. Chrissie exclaimed loudly, cursing & trying to turn around. Terry, concerned, asked her what was wrong. Meanwhile, Richard had managed to restrain Chrissie without her seeing or hearing him. Grunting, Chrissie told him that she had been tied up, right here at her computer!! Richard stayed silent, not wanting to give it away that she was in no real danger. She struggled to loosen the ropes but to no avail. Terry had fallen strangely silent as he listened to Chrissie¡¦s struggled grunts & groans.
As a safeguard, Richard slipped a blindfold over Chrissie¡¦s eyes, just in case she caught sight of him. At that, Chrissie cried out, fearing the dark. With his heart beating rapidly with excitement & an evil grin on his face, Richard ran a single finger down Chrissie¡¦s left foot, from toes to heel. Chrissie¡¦s body stiffened & she exhaled loudly, her foot jerking away from the finger. Richard grinned even wider & did the same to the other foot, slowly dragging his finger down her foot. Again, Chrissie stiffened & gasped in an effort to keep from laughing.
Terry asked Chrissie in an odd voice what was happening. Chrissie whispered that someone had tied her up, blindfolded her & after that, her voice trailed off. Richard sat down near her feet, looking at them closely. He gazed lovingly at the wrinkles & folds on her soles & how sweet & chubby her toes were. Richard couldn¡¦t hold back anymore. In a disguised voice (Chrissie knew his accent all too well); he told Chrissie that she wasn¡¦t going to be harmed in any way. At this, Chrissie started pleading franticly, saying that she would do anything to be set free. Richard chuckled & told Chrissie that there was nothing that she could do that would convince him to set her free before he got what he wanted. He said this loud enough & close enough to her microphone for Terry to hear. Terry continued to stay oddly silent.
With a trembling voice, Chrissie asked what exactly he wanted. Richard chuckled again, barely hiding his glee. He told her that all he wanted from her was to hear her laugh. Realization dawned on Chrissie & she started grumping that this had to be some sort of joke & that she demanded to be let go immediately. She struggled harder, rocking the chair slightly. Richard told her to calm down or it would be harder on her. He stroked her cheek lovingly & she stopped struggling for the moment. Richard told her with mock gruffness that if she was ¡¥good¡¦ that she would be let go soon enough. But if she continued to struggle that he would have to restrain her more severely & she might not like that too much.
Chrissie became very still, barely breathing. In a soft voice, she asked meekly what he meant by ¡¥good¡¦. Trying his most evil chuckle, he said that that was for him to know & her to find out. Before Chrissie could say a word, Richard did what he had been dreaming about doing to a woman¡¦s foot. He reached down & wiggled his fingers slowly against her soles. She threw her head back, neck straining as she fought to stay in control. He told her that resisting was a bad idea. He added that he wanted her to tell her ¡¥friend¡¦ that she was voice chatting with exactly what he was doing to her now.
Through gritted teeth, Chrissie told Terry that her captor was tickling her feet. Her efforts not to laugh were wearing down quickly, her breath coming out in little huffs & hitches, the beginnings of giggling just below the surface. Richard continued to wiggle & scratch at her soles, making it harder & harder for her to maintain control. Her face started turning red with the effort not to laugh. Richard admired her resolve but had plans to hear her laugh that day. He stopped long enough to reach into his bag & bring out some baby oil. He poured it on her feet, each in turn, rubbing it in gently. Sharply, he ordered her to tell her friend exactly what he was doing to her.
Chrissie, starting to sweat, knowing what the oil would do to her feet all too well, told Terry what was going on in detail. Terry spoke for the first time since all this had started, asking her if she was okay. Chrissie said that so far, she was. Terry replied, saying that she was in real trouble with the baby oil, sounding oddly amused & pleased by her situation. Before Chrissie started putting all the pieces together, Richard started sliding his fingertips gently up & down her soles quickly. Caught off guard, Chrissie yelped, her whole body jerking. She heard Terry chuckle right before Richard slipped his fingers right under her toes. With that, her laughter couldn¡¦t be held back any longer. Peals of helpless laughter exploded from Chrissie¡¦s body as Richard drew little circles on the bottoms of her feet, going in different directions on each foot.
Through her laughter, she heard Terry laughing along & her ¡¥captor¡¦ telling her roughly that she had to describe what he was doing or she had to endure it for much longer than he had planned. She shook her head, laughing hysterically, unable to speak. Richard mock-threatened her that if she didn¡¦t that he would retie her naked & spread eagled & tickle her much worse than this if she didn¡¦t tell her friend exactly what he was doing. He eased up a little, lightly teasing her soles & in a giggling, trembling voice, Chrissie haltingly told Terry what was happening to her feet, that they were being tickled lightly with the fingertips. To her amazement, she heard a zipper on Terry¡¦s side of the mike. Richard wiggled his fingers harder, grinning with maniacal pleasure. Terry started saying over & over that her laugh was so hot & that he wished that he could see what was happening.
Chrissie giggled madly, her body writhing & bouncing in the vain effort to loosen the ropes & stop this guy. Soon, Richard tired of her soles & gently lifted her foot so that he could insert a feather between her toes. Gasping, she then cried out, trying to jerk her foot away. He started sawing it back & forth, at the same time, running his nails along the base of her toes. Again, he warned her that if she didn¡¦t tell her friend what was going on that he would tickle her much, much worse than this. Her voice stuttering through her laughter, she told Terry haltingly that a feather was between her toes & it was being moved back & forth. Richard stepped up the action with the feather, going from one crevice to the other, sawing the feather between her toes & exploring every part of her feet. Chrissie tried her best to keep a running commentary of what was happening but soon couldn¡¦t. She reached the stage of silent laughter, slumped in the chair while Richard feathered her toes & tortured her feet.
He stopped, letting her recover a little, telling her that so far that she had done fairly well. He went into the kitchen & got her some cold water to sip. Seeing that she was wearing a tank top, he got some more devious ideas. Untying her hands, he brought them back over her head & retied them behind her head, leaving her pits open & vulnerable. Again, Richard told her roughly to tell her friend what was happening. Still panting from a few minutes ago, Chrissie haltingly explained to Terry what was being done to her. Terry seemed to be excited as he asked her how she was feeling. Chrissie¡¦s head lolled as she explained in a voice so heavy with weariness that her whole body was tingling & throbbing. Terry sounded like he was grinning as he commented that he was a little jealous that he wasn¡¦t the one torturing her. She muttered a few choice words to Terry.
Behind her, Richard crooned to her that now he was going to give her feet a break for a while & turn his attention to ¡¥other things¡¦. Using a stiff white feather, he traced down the inside of her arms all the way to her closely shaven armpits. Chrissie giggled freely now, her defenses broken down some. Using the feather on one arm, his fingertips on the other, he slowly, lightly played her inner arms & armpits like a fine instrument. He knew that her body was sensitized to light touches now & it wouldn¡¦t take much to send her over the edge. While fingering her pit, he softly told her how nice & smooth her skin was but that it could use a little more moisture. With that, he applied a little baby oil with his fingers, gliding them over her sensitive skin.
Again, he reminded her that in order to avoid more serious torture, she had to tell what was happening to her. She found her voice quickly, telling Terry between giggles & gasps that her armpits were being tickled, both at the same time. Terry gasped into his microphone. Moving his fingers a little faster, Chrissie found new life, thrashing & trying to move her arms down to protect her vulnerable skin. Richard chuckled at her struggles & applied more baby oil to her other pit, stroking both at the same time. He drew tiny circles in them, making her wiggle & giggle in the sweetest way.
Keeping this up for a while, he told her to tell her friend how it felt to be tickled in this way. As she struggled & gasped & giggled, she tried her best to tell Terry what it felt like but failed in part as her mind was so engulfed by the ticklish sensations that words started to be hard for her to say. Richard paused long enough to start Chrissie¡¦s web cam going, knowing that her friend might enjoy seeing their friend¡¦s face while she was being tortured. Speaking close to the microphone, Richard said clearly to Terry that he hoped that he enjoyed the view & actuated the camera connection. The web cam window popped up, Chrissie¡¦s face, blindfolded & sweat streaked coming into view. Terry gasped at the sight of her, seeing her face like that.
Richard resumed stroking her pits, wringing sweet giggles from her as Terry watched, totally helpless to either stop it or help. He felt torn but turned on too. There was something so sexy about the way Chrissie giggled & seeing her now, in the midst of all this, was incredibly like a tickling video that he had seen. Richard adjusted the camera so that it captured Chrissie¡¦s upper body & showed what was happening to her. On the other side of the screen, Terry¡¦s eyes bugged out at the sight of Chrissie¡¦s armpits being caressed by strange hands. Seeing that & hearing her helpless laughter captured his attention completely, keeping Terry¡¦s eyes glued to the screen. His breathing sped up as the strange fingers danced around those vulnerable hollows, making her squeal & jerk from side to side.
Pausing only to lift Chrissie¡¦s top over her head & onto her arms to expose her, Richard gazed at all the new spots to tickle. Keeping the back of his head to the cam, he spoke into the mike, telling Terry that the best was yet to come. Rechecking the cam to make sure that it was positioned properly, Richard got behind Chrissie, one hand poised above one of her exposed sides, the other hovering just above one of her feet. She tensed, waiting for the fingers to dig into some part of her body, teeth gritted. Before his hands descended, he told Chrissie to tell her friend what she was thinking & feeling right at this moment. Breathing raggedly, she whispered to Terry that she was afraid of what was to come now that she was so exposed & didn¡¦t know what was going to happen next. Her voice was fearful but also with a hint of excitement in it also. It was obvious to both Terry & Richard that she was becoming excited by the tickling.
The way her chest heaved was more than just trying to take in enough air. Her nipples were rock hard & as big as thimbles. Richard & Terry both took note of this. Seeing that her soles were still glistening with oil, he grinned & lightly wiggled his fingers both one her one foot & her side at the same time. Chrissie was still trying to talk when Richard did this, making the rest of her sentence turn into screaming laughter. Her body twitched & jerked as his fingers played piano on her side while the other hand traced lazy figure 8s on her sole. She threw her head back, laughing hard, her body moving in ways that neither Terry nor Richard had ever seen before. Terry watched, totally spellbound as her breasts jiggled & her head tossed from side to side, her mouth in a grimace of ticklish agony.
Richard switched sides & feet, not letting her become desensitized in the least. Through her hysterical laughter, Richard told her over & over how he loved to tickle such a responsive lady, how he loved to hear her laugh so helplessly. Switching again, he continued until her head hung down, her giggles almost silent. Stopping to give her a rest, he went to use the bathroom while Terry just sat & watched his ticklish friend recover. He longed to reach through the screen & pull down the blindfold to see her lovely eyes, to see the expression of helplessness in them. Chrissie, her head hung down, muttered weakly over & over, ¡§No more, please.¡¨
Richard returned to his captive friend. Seeing that she had rested slightly, he grabbed the feather & started paying attention to her swollen nipples. Letting the tip of the feather graze the very tip of one nipple, Chrissie gasped & suddenly sat up very straight, arching her back. Grinning evilly, Richard reminded her to tell her friend what she was feeling & what was happening to her or else. Stuttering & moaning, Chrissie told Terry that her nipples were being tickled, hesitated then added that it was turning her on. Terry asked her if she was ¡¥getting wet¡¦ & all Chrissie could do was moan as Richard circled each nipple in turn with the tip of the feather. Terry took in the look of her face, flushed with excitement.
Abandoning the feather, Richard suddenly dug into her pits, wiggling his fingers wildly. The change in sensation her senses. Her body reacted violently, twisting & arching in a vain attempt to get away from the tickling fingers. The first sound out of her mouth was a yelp that gave way to peels of helpless, loud laughter. In the midst of laughing, she managed to scream out, pleading for him to stop, that she would do anything for this to stop. Richard grinned happily & continued to tickle her as she pleaded for mercy. This is exactly what he had longed to hear from her.
Thinking back to her feet, he left her pits, trailing his fingers down her body, tickling here & there, ending up at her lovely soles. Chrissie twitched & giggled as he did this, still begging to be let go. Richard, while applying more baby oil, told her that he was almost done with her & that she would soon be released. She panted & groaned as she realized that he was going to tickle her feet again & gritted her teeth, preparing for the worst. As he stroked her soles, the ticklish sensations proved to be too much & Chrissie lost her resolve, giggling hysterically. Letting one hand tickle one foot, he reached into his bag & took out his dreaded electric toothbrush. Without warning her, he turned it on & started running it lightly along the bottom of one foot.
Chrissie screamed with helpless laughter, her foot jerking so wildly that Richard had to hold it still. He alternated feet, letting each feel the torment of the little revolving brushes under toes, in between them & along her arches. This reduced Chrissie to a limp, giggling mass. Soon, Chrissie went completely limp, passing out. All this time, Terry was watching all this. Richard took the headset off of her head & put it on & looked into the camera. Grinning, he asked Terry if he had enjoyed the show. Grinning back, Terry thanked him for thinking this up & letting him be a part of it.
Turning off the cam & exiting the messenger program, Richard untied his friend, pulled her top back down decently & laid her tenderly on the couch. Taking off the blindfold, her eyes flickered open. Taking in the sight of him, he had expected her to be furious with him for torturing her the way that he had. In stead, she sat up to hug him, thanking him for what he had done. She admitted that at first, she thought that he really was some weirdo that broke into her house to harm her but when Terry reacted the way he did, that clued her in that this had been planned between them.
They sat together, holding hands & talked about next time¡K..
