Before learning the New York City dungeons are a better investment I sought tickle fun with a few massage parlor girls. By far, my best experience happened with a little darling massage girl named Nikki. When I called her, Nikki described herself as young, white, attractive, slim with straight shoulder-length brown hair, and around 5'4."
On the phone I told Nikki I wanted to tickle her. It was a chance I took, as I could have scared her off then and there. But as Nikki sounded a little too passive for her own good, my gut told me to raise the topic.
I said something like, "I like tickling, Nikki. Would you have a tickle fight with me if I come to see you?"
Nikki paused
before responding, as I must have been the first to ever suggest that. With confusion in her voice, she replied, "I guess so. I'm real ticklish." I quickly 
booked the appointment and hung up before she could change her mind.
When I got to the massage parlor, Nikki looked maybe 10 or 15 pounds too heavy and was a bit plain. But she was probably more than 20 years younger than me. So, on the sliding scale of youth, Nikki was hot!
Plus, she wore a sexy pair of librarian-type eyeglasses that flattered her round face.
Nikki and I went behind closed doors. I took off all my clothes while she stripped down to her thong. Nikki removed her glasses but I thought she looked better wearing them, so I asked her to put them back on. Then it was time for some tickle fun!
We started out tickle-fighting and Nikki was as ticklish as I hoped. Further, she wasn't a good tickler, so I was really getting the best of her. After tickling each other's torsos as we moved about the room, we got on the massage table for a go at each other's feet.
As I said, Nikki had struck me as passive. After we tickled each other's feet for a while, I asked to tie her down and Nikki consented! I had a good one here, folks, as she did not even demand more money!
I reached in my bag for the old neckties I carry with me to massage joints and got busy.
I tied Nikki to the massage table, on her back; ankles fastened together to one end, wrists the other. As I tickled her olive-skinned body all over, Nikki had that suffering laugh, fitting for her submissive personality. At one point I asked who else tickled her in the past. With the sound of someone confessing in her voice, she answered, "My father!" Nikki seemed most ticklish under her arms
and on her ribs but I got a reaction almost everyplace I tried.
Nikki asked for a break, saying, "It's my turn." I freed her and she tied me to the massage table. After securing me in place Nikki had a
look of childlike excitement, as if she were an 8-year old girl getting the present she's wanted for her birthday. I will always remember that jazzed look on her face as she dug her tickling fingers into my bound body. This was a woman-child, barely legal although fully ticklish.
Darling Nikki was not a good tickler, even at my feet, my most ticklish area. She ran around the table tickling me but failed to get much reaction. But it was a blast seeing the eager "revenge at last" look in her eyes.
After a few minutes of having me tied down, Nikki surprised me by saying "Okay, your turn again," as she started untying me!
This time I tied Nikki backside up, so I could tickle her legs, back and rear end, as well as her feet and sides, of course.
After that we each took one more "turn." As it was August and the massage parlor was not air conditioned, the sweat was pouring off both of us. It was time to finish, which was just as well.
I rested on the massage table, untied this time. As Nikki tickled me here and there, I pleasured myself. She was not that good-looking, as I said, but her youth, submissiveness and sweet demeanor turned me on plenty.
A month later I called Nikki for another appointment. When I reminded her who I was and requested another tickling session, what was too good to last came to an end.
"Uh," Nikki started, the hesitation in her voice making the words she was about to speak unnecessary,
"I don't want to do that any more."
Not that I didn't give up without trying, but this little submissive girl had done some changing. I passed on Nikki's counter-offer of "just a massage" and bid her farewell.
Later I entertained the thought of booking an appointment with Nikki to see if I could get something going once we were together. But after only a month or after that fateful conversation, I stopped seeing Nikki's massage ad. I guess a few months of the massage parlor business were enough for her.
Yet I will treasure the memory of this nearly-nude young woman helpless under my tickling touch.
I caught Nikki just at the end of her submissive years, though at just the start of legal age. I was in the right place at the right time. Better once than never at all.
On the phone I told Nikki I wanted to tickle her. It was a chance I took, as I could have scared her off then and there. But as Nikki sounded a little too passive for her own good, my gut told me to raise the topic.
I said something like, "I like tickling, Nikki. Would you have a tickle fight with me if I come to see you?"
Nikki paused
before responding, as I must have been the first to ever suggest that. With confusion in her voice, she replied, "I guess so. I'm real ticklish." I quickly booked the appointment and hung up before she could change her mind.When I got to the massage parlor, Nikki looked maybe 10 or 15 pounds too heavy and was a bit plain. But she was probably more than 20 years younger than me. So, on the sliding scale of youth, Nikki was hot!
Plus, she wore a sexy pair of librarian-type eyeglasses that flattered her round face. Nikki and I went behind closed doors. I took off all my clothes while she stripped down to her thong. Nikki removed her glasses but I thought she looked better wearing them, so I asked her to put them back on. Then it was time for some tickle fun!
We started out tickle-fighting and Nikki was as ticklish as I hoped.
Further, she wasn't a good tickler, so I was really getting the best of her. After tickling each other's torsos as we moved about the room, we got on the massage table for a go at each other's feet.As I said, Nikki had struck me as passive. After we tickled each other's feet for a while, I asked to tie her down and Nikki consented! I had a good one here, folks, as she did not even demand more money!
I reached in my bag for the old neckties I carry with me to massage joints and got busy.I tied Nikki to the massage table, on her back; ankles fastened together to one end, wrists the other. As I tickled her olive-skinned body all over, Nikki had that suffering laugh, fitting for her submissive personality. At one point I asked who else tickled her in the past. With the sound of someone confessing in her voice, she answered, "My father!" Nikki seemed most ticklish under her arms
and on her ribs but I got a reaction almost everyplace I tried.Nikki asked for a break, saying, "It's my turn." I freed her and she tied me to the massage table. After securing me in place Nikki had a
look of childlike excitement, as if she were an 8-year old girl getting the present she's wanted for her birthday. I will always remember that jazzed look on her face as she dug her tickling fingers into my bound body. This was a woman-child, barely legal although fully ticklish.Darling Nikki was not a good tickler, even at my feet, my most ticklish area. She ran around the table tickling me but failed to get much reaction. But it was a blast seeing the eager "revenge at last" look in her eyes.
After a few minutes of having me tied down, Nikki surprised me by saying "Okay, your turn again," as she started untying me!
This time I tied Nikki backside up, so I could tickle her legs, back and rear end, as well as her feet and sides, of course. After that we each took one more "turn." As it was August and the massage parlor was not air conditioned, the sweat was pouring off both of us. It was time to finish, which was just as well.
I rested on the massage table, untied this time. As Nikki tickled me here and there, I pleasured myself. She was not that good-looking, as I said, but her youth, submissiveness and sweet demeanor turned me on plenty.
A month later I called Nikki for another appointment. When I reminded her who I was and requested another tickling session, what was too good to last came to an end.
"Uh," Nikki started, the hesitation in her voice making the words she was about to speak unnecessary,
"I don't want to do that any more."Not that I didn't give up without trying, but this little submissive girl had done some changing. I passed on Nikki's counter-offer of "just a massage" and bid her farewell.
Later I entertained the thought of booking an appointment with Nikki to see if I could get something going once we were together. But after only a month or after that fateful conversation, I stopped seeing Nikki's massage ad. I guess a few months of the massage parlor business were enough for her.
Yet I will treasure the memory of this nearly-nude young woman helpless under my tickling touch.
I caught Nikki just at the end of her submissive years, though at just the start of legal age. I was in the right place at the right time. Better once than never at all.
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