The First Annual UK TickleFest. (Mixed, Adult, LONG)

Happy Christmas everyone, and here’s my attempt at a present for all of you. What follows is a (fictional) tale of the first national UK tickle gathering and, I hope, stands up as a decent story as well as providing some suitably provocative tickling action For those that are interested, the bulk of the characters aren’t making their first appearance here but have been introduced in other tales over the last six months or so. There’s a version of this tale available from the library section of my web site (see sig) or by clicking
here (PDF File, ~1mb) that’s just over 300 pages and 1Mb that has all the back stories included along with a timeline of where everything fits.

Just quickly, I want to say a huge thank you to everyone for making me (and I’m sure many, many others) feel right at home here, here’s to a damn fine 2004. Oh, and a huge thank you to MorningAngel for the kind threats to get this written and to tommytkl for slogging through a rough draft and providing invaluable advice on where I screwed up.

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The rain lashed against the windows of my car as I peered out into the gathering dusk, the windscreen wipers fighting a loosing battle against the seemingly endless torrent of water that poured from the heavens. Wishing for the hundredth time that day I’d swallowed my pride and bought something with a navigation system I finally made out the beckoning neon sign of the hotel up ahead. Even with the advance warning I almost missed the turn and the back of the people carrier twitched nervously as I hauled it round onto the narrow drive.

The hotel itself was, well, unusual to say the least. The main reception and facilities where held in a modern, upmarket building while the rooms themselves were in a separate building set slightly further back. Adding to the uniqueness of the place was the fact the second building was an old Georgian mansion, enough space for almost a hundred rooms with en-suite and quite a popular place during the summer for upper-middle class families to use as their base from which to explore the Welsh countryside.

Of course, that was in summer, in the heart of winter things were a little different. Aside from the occasional booking to a company for ‘team building events’ and a busy season over the Christmas holidays the hotel was almost dead from October onwards. Not that I was complaining as it had given us a unique opportunity that I’d been looking forward to for months, the first national tickle meet in the UK for years was coming to town.

Actually, judging by the number of cars already parked up, the first national tickle meet had come to town already and from a quick count it looked like it was going to be a pretty damn good turnout. Ever since we’d started putting the tickling scene back together almost a year ago we’d been building up to this, and it looked like it was going to be as good as we had hoped. Not that any of that really mattered at the moment, as my immediate priority was to get the equipment I had loaded in the boot out and in place in record time to make up for my late arrival.

Reversing up to the front door of the hotel proper I grabbed a waterproof jacket from the passenger seat and stepped out into the driving rain. There was a gentle splash and a quick glance down showed almost half an inch of water lapping around my boots as I sploshed my way over to the hotel entrance. As I got within a few yards the door swung open and a group of a dozen people swarmed out, all dressed for the weather and eager to help. They swept past me in a tide, most I recognised, a couple I didn’t and then one in particular caught my eye. God she was gorgeous, every time I met her it was like I was seeing her for the first time, and true to form I pretty much stood and stared for a few seconds as my brain tripped out. Still, we’d been through this so many times by now Mary knew it wasn’t anything to worry about, and in fact she’d rather come to enjoy the attention.

Once she was sure I’d recovered enough to at least try and speak she dashed out and grabbed me in a hug that threatened to send me right back into my coma, a spell she quickly broke when a hand slipped up under my coat and t-shirt to goose my ribs. A quick snort of laughter escaped my lips and she backed off, grinning, as she knew she’d just fired the first shot in our inevitable war that’d last the whole weekend. Sighing with longing, squashing down the impulse to give chase and retaliate, I turned back and helped with the unloading. With so many hands pitching in we had everything out in less than two minutes and I quickly parked up in a more official spot and headed inside.

The hotel was, surprisingly enough, quite tastefully decorated. They’d kept a lot of the original architecture and gone for a simple cream as the predominant colour, which leant an air of calm refinement to the place. Everywhere you looked it seemed like there were people milling about, dozens at least, maybe hundreds though that could have been my imagination getting carried away. For now though I couldn’t have much to do with them, there was too much else to do and my mingling time was practically non-existent thanks to my late arrival. Still, I thought as I headed for my room, there’d be time for that later, providing I was still breathing after what I knew was coming up.

The room itself was quite large, hell, everything was large in this place and with the entire hotel booked out just for our little convention we weren’t short on rooms. Two double beds, a sofa against the window and a large desk against one wall, the bathroom off to the right as you walked through the door and even a small breakfast bar at the far end. A glance in the mirror showed the results of five hours travelling and I threw my kit bag onto the spare bed and headed for the shower.

As the hot water flowed over my rather stiff body I thought about what I’d agreed to and, for the first time ever, felt a touch of nerves at what was to come. The general idea of this particular gathering was to provide somewhere that everyone could relax, chat and share in our mutual affection for this wonderful pastime. As part of that we had decided to copy an idea from the American meetings and put on several ‘demonstrations’ of proper tickling technique, both for education purposes and, more importantly, as a good ice breaker. Perhaps unsurprisingly there’d been reluctance amongst the attendees to volunteer for these demonstrations, something I could well understand. After all it was one thing to be tickled in front of six or so people as all our other local gatherings had been up to this point, something altogether different to put yourself in that position in front of a hundred or more. And so, to get the ball rolling I’d agreed to put myself forward as the opening act.

Now this wasn’t the first time I’d done so, in fact of the six other meets I’d been to I’d volunteered at four of them and had actually enjoyed the experience. For me it was a way to push my own boundaries, always finding out a little more about what I could or couldn’t take and those doing the tickling had always been sure to back off when I needed them to. This time however, it was going to be a little different, and it was that, rather than the scale of the event that had put the butterflies in my stomach.

The rules this time were simple, no time limit. Before it had always been a set time and if I held out, so much the better. Now though I’d put myself in a position where I’d have to break sooner or later. In all honest, that didn’t worry me overly much, I’d ‘gone long’ before and survived with nothing more than sore ribs for a few days and was looking forward to the challenge. What did worry me though was what the grand high poobah of the meet had mentioned in passing a few days earlier when we’d been hashing out the last little details. Something about a ‘special guest’ coming in for the demonstration that I knew on-line, and on-line only. I think it was the chuckle in his voice as he said it that set off the warning bells, and I’d spent a couple of sleepless nights wondering about who it was going to be, knowing that against some of the more…inventive members of the TMF I’d be reduced to a screaming, hysterical mess in about ten seconds flat.

All those thoughts I put to the back of my mind as I stepped from the bathroom and finished drying off. Pulling on a pair of black briefs, cycle shorts and jeans I turned and glanced in the mirror, pulling my game face on as I stared. My usually open personality sank down and was replaced with a far harder mask that, on occasion, has actually surprised me with how much it changes my normal expressions and mannerisms. Satisfied I grabbed a black t-shirt, pulled it on over my head and turned to the door, waiting patiently. I didn’t have to wait long.

The knock was quiet, polite but with the full force of destiny behind it. I stepped into the corridor and followed the two men that were waiting there down the hall to the conference room. Designed to hold two hundred suited and booted office workers, it easily accommodated almost a hundred tickle fans, even with the various bondage equipment that decorated the edges of the room. A glance over the faces looking towards me as I entered, still under escort, showed about a fifty / fifty split between those I knew and those I didn’t, not bad under the circumstances. We’d decided to play this almost as a piece of theatre, really start things off with a bang so to speak and I pulled every scrap of arrogance I could out of my rather limited acting repertoire as I walked casually towards the raised stage in the centre of the room.

There, waiting for me surrounded by a sea of people, was a simple enough setup, but one to strike fear into the heart of any ‘lee. A large, sturdy pair of stocks at one end of a metal frame that rose about six foot off the floor, it’s heavy construction hinting to it’s previous life as a multi gym. From the back of the frame a long metal rod extended with a set of padded restraints attached to one end, and several thick straps hung from the frame itself. It looked evil somehow, its purpose clearly to prevent any kind of escape and expose its victim to whatever devious punishments their tormenter could dream up.

Not a word was said as I stepped up to the stage, turning to stand next to the device and stare out over the crowd, controlling my rising excitement and nerves as best I could. That calm façade wavered and almost collapsed as Mary stepped from the crowd, walked up to the stage and without a word pulled the t-shirt up over my head and the jeans down from my waist, leaving me only the cycling shorts and briefs for modesty, everything else exposed. She carefully folded the items she’d removed and set them aside, then guided me into the middle of the contraption and started to secure me.

The straps looped around my thighs, calves and back; effectively acting as a suspension harness and supporting my weight easily while, unlike a bench, giving full access to both sides of my body. My ankles slipped into the stocks and the wood dropped into place with a rather permanent sounding click as the lock was snapped shut. Finally my arms went back to the pole, wrists securely locked into position, pulling my arms above my head, stretched out but in a fairly comfortable manner in a position I could maintain for hours if necessary. Then, the final touch, a blindfold slipped over my eyes and buckled behind my head, perfectly placed to block any view whatsoever of what was to come.

As I hung there, waiting for the inevitable, I heard the poobah himself take on announcing duties, putting on his best ‘big fight announcer’ voice for the occasion.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first annual TickleFest UK! Now as you all know, we’re here to have some fun this weekend, and we hope you’ll all enjoy your time here. We’re delighted to see such a turnout, especially considering it’s been less than a year since our first local meeting.”

He paused for a second, switching gears slightly before continuing.

“As you’re probably aware, this man..” a pause as I assume he waved in my general direction “has issued a challenge to anyone that thinks they can break him in less than thirty minutes.” That was news to me, and I swallowed, wishing suddenly that I’d not let him write his own script for this. “We’ve had a lot of volunteers to prove him wrong, but in the end we went for one very special young lady who’s only just arrived here in the UK, though she’s been part of this community almost from day one.” Oh no, he couldn’t mean…

“So let’s give her a big round of applause, and of course, one soon to be broken victim, all the way from Canada…” I stopped listening, I didn’t need to hear the name to know what was about to happen and just for a moment I was truly scared. For months on the UK forums we’d been playing a little verbal game, her promising revenge every time I came up with a smart-arse interpretation of one of her postings. Not that I’d mind such revenge of course, but this wasn’t quite the circumstance I’d envisaged it happening in.

Straining my senses I caught the sound of light footfalls approaching me, a slight disturbance in the air as someone lent over me and waved a hand in front of my eyes to make sure I couldn’t see, a warm rush against my already sensitive skin as she breathed in my ear, whispering words meant only for me.

“Nice to see you at last my dear, I told you you’d regret your ways didn’t I?” The voice was everything I could ever have hoped for in a tickler, rich, breathy, playful but with enough menace behind it to send a shiver down the spine. At that moment I found myself torn, excitement at what was about to happen tempered with a growing sense of fear, the mix heady, intoxicating as I could do nothing but wait.

Seconds seemed to stretch into hours as I braced for the first touch against my flesh, every sound in the room magnified a hundred times, the audience going silent in anticipation, every eye drawn to the spectacle laid on for them. The sense of occasion was everything we’d planned it to be, a great gathering of tension not just for those directly involved but also for all those present. For my part, I now had some idea what being a sacrifice in ancient Rome would have been like, the eager anticipation of a crowd for acts that would, under other circumstances, be considered inhumane to say the least. And still I waited, no hint of movement to show me where she was, no sound to lock on to as the entire room settled into a great cacophony of silence.

Then the touch came, and it was devastating. Something long and soft dragging over my arches, up my soles, through my toes and back again. The feather, for surely that’s what it was, caught me totally off guard and a burst of laughter was pulled from me before I could do anything to prevent it. Desperately I grabbed at my self-control, pulling it in tight as I fought for balance, for calm, knowing that if I was to have any chance of surviving this I had to hold my physical reactions at bay for as long as possible.

The feather danced again, still caressing my bare feet, over and over again in a pattern that, to my great relief quickly became predictable. With an effort I stilled my body, forced my mind to relax and accept the ticklish sensations as just that, another sensation to be controlled. My breathing slowed from the staccato riff it had been beating and settled back to normal, and I could almost feel the surprise pouring from both the audience and my tickler. One last swipe against my soles and the feather vanished for a second, only to reappear at my calves, travelling slowly upwards over my legs. Against my calves it was bearable, but that was only going to be the warm up. With the exception of my feet most of my more ticklish areas are between knees and chest, and from the deliberate touch of that feather she had every intention of testing them all.

Sure enough, with the dreadful inevitability of the rising tide the feather flowed up my body. Around my knees, swirling in the hollow behind them until I thought I’d go insane from trying to hold on to my control. Then the long, slow, torturous climb up my thighs, the only saving grace the bicycle shorts that at least prevented the feather from touching the upper thighs, I didn’t know then if I could take that, even after such a brief period of time. Up to my hips and stomach it moved, and as the minutes dragged slowly by I started to realise the truly devilish nature of this woman, her touch intended not to break but to tyre, to wear down and to explore. Every seemingly random touch was telling her more about my body and its reactions than I probably knew myself, and by the time she reached my arms I was gasping for air between clenched teeth, eyes screwed tight behind the blindfold as I tried to retreat into myself, only to find that path blocked by the rising laughter that now bubbled just under the surface.

Continued

Suddenly she switched directions and tactics, a hard, scratchy point flicking over my ribs and stomach, such a different touch than what had gone before it was almost impossible to resist it. Almost, but not quite as I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood and battled onward. My mind registered she must have flipped the feather end for end, using it as a quill now to pick and prod at those areas she’d seen affect me so badly before. She flicked the quill along my hips, tracing the line of my waist as I yanked futilely at the restraints around my wrists. My entire body was vibrating with the effort of keeping the laughter dammed up inside, bright lights flashing behind closed eyelids as my usual resolve faltered, wavering on the very edge of collapse.

Then, suddenly, miraculously, it stopped, the quill pulling back and away from my skin, the faint sounds of her bare feet on the stage moving away from me slightly giving me a chance for pause, to draw a breath and try to recover. That break lasted for all of ten seconds, and then a new sound reached me that sent shivers down my spine. A strange, yet horribly familiar, electric sound, as if a small motor was working at high speed somewhere close by. I could think of a half dozen devices that would use such a motor off the top of my head, and knew that any one of them would be capable of delivering that last fatal blow to my control. I tensed as the buzzing came closer, moving around my head, held so close to my ears I could practically feel the vibrations it caused yet never quite touching. The sound moved down, over my chest, over my stomach and hips, over my thighs and I curled my toes as I guessed the final destination of this new instrument of torment. I guessed wrong.

Suddenly the sound changed course, shooting back up my body to land squarely on my stomach. Instantly I knew what it was, the spinning bristles giving away the electric toothbrush for what it was yet I didn’t care at that moment. The surprise attack had worked beautifully and once the laughter started there was no pulling it back, not this time. I howled, every muscle straining as I heard an audible gasp from the crowd even over the noise of my laughter. I thrashed, or tried to at least, but my bondage prevented me from getting any real sort of grip, of leverage and the best I could do was a sort of fish out of water flop that did precisely nothing to shake her from her target.

Round and round the stiff little bristles went, tracing a big circle around my body, starting at the hips, up across my ribs, back over my chest and down the other side before starting again. I was hysterical by now, head thrown back as far as it would go, the muscles of my neck standing proud. Yet somehow, despite the cloud settling over my mind, I knew this was still only a warm-up for her. Sure enough the circle started to shrink and distort, becoming a spiral centred on my navel. Every inch closer that those spinning bristles edged to their target the more desperate my struggles became, wrenching and writhing in an attempt to escape, to throw her off her course even if only for a moment. My laughter build and built, passing beyond mere hysteria into a place I’d never even imagined, and the small, detached part of my mind that observed events from somewhere else, somewhere outside my own body, marvelled at the sounds being dragged from my body in a voice that I didn’t recognise.

The brush was within touching distance of its destination now, and at that moment I knew I couldn’t stand this, that the touch of such a seemingly innocent object in what was without doubt my most ticklish spot would drive me to madness. I opened my mouth to quit, then found all air robbed from my lungs as the brush dipped down to touch the virgin skin.

The world exploded behind my eyes, a light show that I can’t even begin to describe flashing in the darkness. My laughter passed beyond the range of human hearing, the only audible sound a weird combination of gasping and wheezing with the occasional “stop” thrown in. In my entire life I’d never experienced such a feeling, all thought of control, of dignity left me and I hung helpless, my mind wandering as my reactions became purely automatic. Yet in the middle of all this the most wonderful feeling of joy, of contentment rose up to engulf me, pushing me up to a point where it was as if I was hovering over my body as it absorbed the punishment, leaving my mind only with the pleasurable aspects of her ministrations.

For long minutes I stayed like that, wishing it would never end, focused completely on a space extending maybe a foot from my skin, revelling in the touch of that brush as it pushed me into pure ticklish bliss. Then the spell was shattered as a hand descended on my thigh, specifically on the part still covered by the shorts. Long fingernails raked my skin through the lycra and the new sensation brought me back to myself with a thud. It was the first time she’d touched me directly, and even as the shock of that first contact ran through me I knew I couldn’t possibly take yet more stimulation and stay sane. With all my remaining strength and will I reached down, forced my body to co-operate and screamed my safe word, my body going limp as she instantly moved away.

The blindfold was taken off and carefully, oh so carefully, I was released from the bonds that had held me so securely for her attentions. Blinking I looked around for a face I’d never seen before, and found it wearing a combination of triumphant grin and worried eyes. My mind wasn’t working too well as I slumped to the ground in a heap, but my first impression was a simple one: cute, very cute indeed. She walked to me and knelt down, looking deep into my eyes as if she could see to my very soul.

“You okay?” she whispered, and lacking the breath to talk I had to settle for a nod as I tried to steady my heartbeat. I gestured with one hand in a vaguely upwards motion and she slipped an arm around me, helping me slowly back to my feet. As we stood a round of applause broke out from the audience, and everywhere I looked there were captivated faces, staring in wonder at the scene they’d just witnessed. Glancing at a clock on the back wall I was stunned to realise almost an hour and a half had passed, though quite able to believe it as my body shook with exhaustion. She helped me down from the stage and out the door towards my room and the bed that I planned to make full use of. As we moved through the sea of people I noticed to my delight that smaller groups were already forming, both guys and gals giggling and twisting away from spontaneous outbursts of ticklish activity as the meet kicked into high gear.

She stayed with me all the way to my room, helping me inside and making sure I wasn’t in any real difficulty before leaving quietly. We didn’t say anything, there wasn’t a need to somehow as we both seemed to understand the situation perfectly well without them. There’d be time tomorrow to catch up once I was back to normal. I closed my eyes and drifted quickly to sleep.

Part 2

I awoke refreshed like never before, as it my soul had been given a full service and tune up. Only a residual ache, and a slight pain in my right shoulder from where I’d pulled too hard on one of the restraints, provided any clue that the events of the night before had been real. Practically jumping out of bed, eager to get on with the day, I was almost to the shower when I noticed something slipped under the door. Curious I grabbed it and saw it was a reprint, well update I suppose would be a better word, of the agenda for the final day of the meet with a single item highlighted in red: “17 ways to tie and tickle your victims.” This was old news I thought, hell I’d been the one to suggest it in the first place. Then I saw the names of the ‘victims’ and one jumped out at me. A smile settled on my face and I wandered off for my shower whistling off key to myself, a single thought bouncing around my head.

Revenge….

Turning the water on as hot as I could stand I lent against the wall and daydreamed, my mind churning through different options for how to make that thought a reality. Sure, I could just grab her the next time I saw her and tickle her into the next millennium, but considering how thoroughly I’d been set up last night, I felt something a little special was called for. Specifically I wanted to come up with a plan so fiendish in it’s conception and execution that the attendees would remember it until at least the second annual TickleFest twelve months down the road. Slowly but surely it came together in my mind, though I’d need a little help for a couple of parts that would make things tricky but by no means impossible. Satisfied that I had something that would work I finally shut off the shower and grabbed one of the big white fluffy towels the hotel had supplied. It’s the little things that make the difference at the upmarket places, if they provided the same wafer-thin bits of cardboard that the motel’s did, well, that just wouldn’t make you feel exclusive would it?

I had just about finished drying when there was a discrete knock at the front door.

“Room Service” came a voice that I didn’t recognise.

“There must be some mistake,” I called back “I didn’t order anything.”

“Yes sir, that’s correct, this is from the young lady in room 37, she ordered it for you as, and I quote, an apology.”

I grinned, knowing just what was going through the hotel workers’ mind at that point but deciding to let it stand for now. “Could you bring it in while I hide in the bathroom, I’m not exactly dressed for civilized company right now?”

“Certainly sir.” I heard the door open and the familiar rattle of a service cart, they all seem to sound the same no matter the hotel, came past the bathroom door. There was the general suggestion of movement from the living area and I busied myself with the final bits of the drying process to make sure that whatever it was that had been delivered didn’t go cold waiting for me. A minute later the cart rolled back out and the front door slid shut with a click. Giving it a few seconds to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything I slid the towel around my waist, tied off the end and stepped out of the bathroom.

Walking into the living area the first thing that caught my eye was a silver tray on the breakfast bar with an assortment of cereals, rolls, croissants and all the usual trimmings to go with them. There was far more than I could eat on my own and immediately my thoughts turned to inviting the kind soul that had sent the feast to help me work through it. That particular thought was given a boost as my eyes fell on the silver ice bucket next to the tray with the tip of a champagne bottle poking out of a bed of ice. I stepped forward, intending to grab the phone, place a quick call to room 37 and get some company. Instead, the instant I was into the room proper I felt someone slam into me from behind, taking my legs out from under me as I was tackled to the ground.

The laugh I heard as I concentrated on not face planting the carpet was familiar enough to stop my instinctive reaction to hit back and instead I just flopped to the ground, a weight settling on my back as a pair of long, and from what I could tell as I stared at the ground, quite shapely legs wrapped around me encased in what felt like denim. I felt a body stretch out over mine and arms slide around my chest, cotton pressed against my back as lips touched the nape of my neck in a kiss that sent shivers up and down the length of my spine.

“Miss me?” Mary’s voice whispered in my ear, low and sultry in a manner I knew all too well from our previous meetings. “Mmmm, you look good like this.” she purred against my neck, her hips grinding against me as her right hand traced the muscles in my chest and down across my stomach. “Though I’m surprised, I’d have thought this left you a little too… vulnerable!” As she said the last word her fingers dived inside the towel, reaching for my hips and elsewhere.

Unfortunately for her, I’d had my fill of being a lee that weekend, and the more dominating aspects of my personality were already pretty damn near the surface. With a growl I pushed up with my arms and legs, coming up onto all fours and shuffling my way over to the sofa, Mary riding my back and trying to hang on as she laughed at the rather unusual ride. Well, I’d give her something else to laugh about soon enough.

I rolled into the sofa, effectively pushing her from my back to the leather cushions, as she had nowhere else to go. Standing quickly I planted my right leg against hers as she lay face down on the white leather, my left sliding over her body and pinning her in place. She immediately started squirming to escape, and I knew I couldn’t hold her long, but thankfully I didn’t have to. Resting up against one leg of the sofa was my kit bag, and I’ve never really gotten out of the habit of using a military-style webbing kit on any rucksack I buy. Reaching down I pulled a couple of straps clear of the webbing and laid them down across the small of her back. Grabbing her wrists I gently but firmly pulled first one arm then the other behind her, placing her right wrist over her left at the small of her back before binding them together with one of the straps. Turning quickly I managed to hook first one then both of her ankles, pulling her legs up and back and for one long moment marvelling once more at how good those legs looked in tight blue denim. A quick twist and tie of the second strap and her ankles were securely bound as well.

Doubtless she expected me to leave her like that, helpless but not truly helpless so to speak. However by this time my creative juices were well and truly flowing, and without a thought to modesty I pulled the towel from my waist. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen me naked before, and I had to resist the temptation to drool as I remembered how she looked in her birthday suit. Working quickly, not wanting to give her the chance to figure out what was going on, I rolled the towel up as tightly as I could until it resembled nothing more than a fluffy cotton rope, still damp from my shower. Feeding it between her wrists I tied it off, then pulled it back to meet her ankles. Pulling in all the slack I could I watched as gradually she was forced to arch backwards, the towel and the knot that held it proving more than a match for her efforts to resist it. It’s surprising just how tough something so common can be if you know what you’re doing. Satisfied she was immobile but not in any pain from the position I was forcing her to adopt I tied off the makeshift rope and stepped back to admire her.

God she looked good, no, better than that, she looked perfect. Long red hair cascading down her back and round her face as she twisted in her bonds, the tight white t-shirt giving a very good indication of what was, and wasn’t, hiding underneath, a perfect arse and those incredible legs, the whole package pulled tight as a bowstring as she wriggled and writhed, looking for a weakness she could use to escape. The perfect ticklish victim, I thought, and my fingers twitched involuntarily at the thought of what I could do to her like this.

Lost in thought I wandered around to face her, crouching down on my haunches to look her in the eye. It took me a minute to realise why her gaze kept drifting downwards and to my great annoyance I felt myself blush at the realisation I was still butt naked. Grabbing the same cycle shorts I’d worn the night before I covered up and returned to my crouch, the amused look in Mary’s eyes only fuelling my desire to see her squirm, hear her howl and generally take her on a little trip to tickle hell.

“Okay, you’ve got me stud, now what are you going to do?” She asked, voice still playful. Well, that would change soon enough.

“What am I going to do?” I asked, leaning in until my lips were almost touching hers. “I’m going to tease, tickle and torment you until this gorgeous body is writhing and wriggling in desperation.”

“Ohhh, sounds like fun.”

“I wasn’t finished.” I said, getting up and starting to slowly walk around her bound form, letting my voice do the work for me now, letting her own imagination run riot with my words.

Continued

“I’m going to find every single ticklish spot on your bare feet, no matter what it takes to tickle that particular spot I’ll find it. We’ve got all the time in world and a very full bag of goodies to work through. And then, once you’re gasping for air, once you know there’s nothing you can hide from me, once your entire body is screaming for some sort of respite I’ll take those Calvin Klein’s off your exhausted legs and start all over again.”

“Imagine that my love, what it will feel like to lie helpless, the air brushing your perfect skin as every last inch is explored, over and over with every kind of ticklish sensation you can dream of until your mind rebels, until you start floating above it all and wonder if it will ever end. Oh, it will of course, but only for as long as it takes for me to slip that t-shirt off your body, leaving you lying there in your underwear as I catalogue everything from the waist up. Unless of course…” I leant forward, caressing her back and ass as I felt for the telltale straps that, frankly, I wasn’t expecting to find. “Oh dear, no underwear my love? Then I guess you’ll be lying there naked as I take you so far beyond what you believe your limits to be you’ll hover on the edge of insanity.”

Mary was visibly squirming now, and I decided to really chance my luck. Dropping my voice to the deepest tone I could manage I kept up my slow circle around the couch, my pace becoming almost predatory as I let the captive beauty before me fuel my imagination.

"You'll feel the gentlest of touches, the merest hint of what's in store as my fingers touch your delicate soles. That first little tingle as my nails sweep over your arches, the sure and certain knowledge of what’s to come and your utter helplessness to stop it. You can feel it can’t you, building inside, that heady mix of fear and excitement is building already isn’t it?" I paused for a second, giving her a chance to reply. When she didn’t I ran my nails briefly but sharply over her right sole, pulling a sharp giggle from my helpless captive. “Isn’t it?” I asked again.

“Yes.” Mary whispered, her eyes closing as she surrendered to the inevitable.

“Good, I know how much you enjoy it, how you crave it, need it. Do you remember what you told me the last time we were together like this?”

“Yes…”

“And it was…”

“That…that it’s like there’s a part of me that only wakes up when I’m…. I’m…”

The hesitation cost her as my fingers skated over her left sole this time, up and down from the base of her toes to the end of her heel and back. Now it was a full-bodied laugh that escaped her lips and I smiled to myself as I saw her hips move on their own, fully aware of what this had to be doing to her and that, deep down, she loved every minute of it.

“Don’t hesitate my love, I want to know how you really feel and you can’t tell me that if you’re thinking about your answer now can you?”

“No. I’m sorry.”

“That’s better, and I didn’t even have to ask for the apology. That deserves a reward.” I said, coming in front of her again and kneeling down, capturing her lips in a kiss that contained all the passion I had for this incredible woman. As I pulled back I heard her moan in disappointment, and it took every bit of control I had not to grin in front of her. Yes, she was enjoying this, and whether she knew it or not, it would be that enjoyment that broke her will.

“Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were saying something about waking up?”

“Yes, there’s a part of me that only wakes up when you tickle me, that makes me feel alive like nothing else can.”

“I’m glad, because I want you to bathe in that feeling. Imagine it my love, an ever-rising tide of ticklish delight washing over your body as my hands explore your soles, finding every single ticklish spot you posses until your entire body is on fire with sensation and pleasure. Then, after I’ve tickled the very last spot on your feet with my nails, you hear a gentle whirring noise approaching…” I paused in my monologue, flicking on the electric toothbrush I’d pulled from my kit bag as I walked past and moving it slowly closer to her body, approaching from behind so she couldn’t see me.

“You know instinctively what it is don’t you?” Mary couldn’t answer verbally this time, her mind was struggling to cope with the tremendous excitement building in her body and all she could do was nod quickly as best she could in her bondage.

“You remember what this did to you when it was placed against your delicate, ticklish soles?” Again the nod came back, and now I could see her upper body trembling with anticipation. I twisted the brush in my hand so the flat plastic rather than the bristles were pointed towards her body.

“Well this time, I’m curious to see what will happen when this is used elsewhere. It’ll start at your feet…” I hovered the brush just over her soles, so close she could actually feel the vibrations on her skin but not quite touching. “… and then ever so slowly I’ll work my way up your body. Think of it; think of how wonderful it will feel travelling over your bare skin as it moved up your calves to your knees. Think of how it will feel to have it pressed in that special spot behind your knees, tucked into that little hollow.” Mary was panting now, her head pushed into the cushions as she tried to block her own imagination’s images of what I was describing, the low pitched hum of the toothbrush a constant companion as I hovered it over her body, following the path of my descriptions.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before, but you look so beautiful when you’re being tortured, it’s like a drug my love. I’ve found myself staring at you, unable to stop and, in my heart, not wanting to, just wanting that moment to go on forever. Well, I guess this is my chance, hell, I could just tape this in place and watch you writhe as your laughter washes over me. Would you like that my love?”

“N…. no, please don’t do that, please, please don’t.” She was babbling already, god it was as if I was actually tickling her so vivid was the scene in her imagination.

“But I thought that was what you wanted, what you needed?” Push on, that was the key, leave her confused, disorientated.

“Yes, but, I mean…” Mary trailed off and I knelt at her waist, the ominous buzz of the toothbrush becoming much louder as I laid it on the oak coffee table. My hands moved under her, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them up slightly, leaving them loose over the curve of her ass. Without a word I picked up the brush and slid it under the denim, the bristles caressing the soft flesh and sending her into hysterics. She thrashed in her bonds, and I was forced to place a hand on the small of her back and hold her on the couch. For ten long, agonising, delightful seconds I ran the brush over her left cheek, then another ten seconds on her right before pulling it out and away, leaving her twitching in the aftermath for almost a minute. Once I was sure she had her breath back I started again.

“What did I say about hesitating my love?”

“Not to.”

“So why did you?”

“Because I didn’t know the answer.”

“Do you know it now?”

“Yes, I want your touch more than anything, need to feel you tickling my skin, but not like this, not after wearing me out, not pushing my limits like this. Please, don’t do this.” I could barely contain my joy at the slip, she’d acted as if I’d already tickled her into exhaustion, the lines between fantasy and reality had blurred for her and it wouldn’t take much to push her the rest of the way, even if only for a few seconds.

“Good girl” I said, leaving the brush on the table, walking up and giving her another kiss, this time running my hands back and over her shoulders, easing the tension in her muscles that the hogtie had caused. “You see, I don’t want to hear what you think the right answer is, only the truth.” I said, the hum of the brush adding an odd, almost sinister harmonic to my voice.

“But of course, we’re not done yet my love, after all there’s still this fabulous stomach to explore, and I remember just how sensitive you are around your ribs and breasts. Yes, I remember very well indeed. Tell me something, do you remember how we finished our last session together?”

“Yes…” Mary’s voice was a whisper now, so quiet I could barely hear it. Reaching into the champagne bucket I pulled two ice cubes out and held them in front of her eyes. As my hands moved in front of her, so her eyes tracked the ice, locked on it like a rabbit watching an oncoming truck. And then I knew exactly what it would take to break her, the last piece of the puzzle.

“I have to confess my love, I wasn’t sure how you’d react to this but there hasn’t been a single day go by when I didn’t think of you thrashing in ecstasy as the water dripped slowly off your body, seeing your flesh twitch and writhe at such a simple touch was just extraordinary, I’m glad we have this chance to repeat the experience.” With that I lent forward and slid one cube under the lip of her t-shirt, the cotton holding it in place against her neck.

Mary squealed and rocked, trying to escape as her body trembled from the new sensations at her neck. Again I placed a hand on her back to steady her, then placed my fingertips at the very bottom of the v-necked t-shirt, the tip of the second ice cube coming within the merest fraction of an inch of the tops of her breasts.

By now Mary was a panting mess as her own mind turned on her, the mere thought of what I was describing enough to have her giggling madly, every touch against her skin sending her into hysterics. It was a remarkable sight, but it was also one that I knew couldn’t be maintained for long as I knelt down in front of her, waiting for her eyes to swing up to meet my gaze before speaking, still holding the ice in place.

"Of course, there is a way for you to end this my love, a simple favour you could do for me."

Mary was physically shivering in her bonds now, and I could only imagine the war going on in her mind between the real and the imagined. "What... what's the favour?" She asked, the last word ending in a moan as my hand brushed down her back between her shoulder blades.

"Remember the lass that tickled me half to death last night?" I asked, my hand stroking slowly over her back, shoulders and arms now as I talked. Mary nodded quickly, her eyes trying to roll up into her head at the maddeningly light touch. "Well, I've a hankering for revenge, and you my love are going to help me."

"Hooooh....how?" Mary moaned as my hands swirled over her skin just below her armpits.

"Simple, just do what I ask, when I ask this weekend, that's all."

Mary paused, trying to marshal her thoughts as she considered my offer. "Okay, I'll do it but on twooooh condit..mmmmmm conditions." I stayed silent, the invite for her to continue hanging unspoken in the air. "I want to get a chance at her as well." Mary said, and despite my best efforts I felt my libido sit up and beg at the thought of those two going at it.

"Alright, I think I can arrange that. What's the other condition?" My hands were fluttering on the gentle curve of that normally flat stomach and Mary's eyes were flickering as if she were being electrocuted.

"Ahhhh, mmmm that feels goooooooooooh. I... .I want you to..... oooh yes... untie me, take me ohhhhhh just a little lower..... take me over to that bed and do what you did last time we........." Mary's words became a long, drawn out sigh as my hands moved to her hips, her eyes drifting closed just in time to hide my grin from her sight.

Working as quickly as I could I released her bonds, retrieving the now half-melted ice cube from her back and dropping them both back in the ice bucket. I slid my arms underneath her body and waited a moment for her to squirm round to face me, her arms looping around my neck as I lifted her up. For a long moment I just held her, luxuriating in the feel of her body, her beauty once again catching me a little off guard as I stared down at her. Her fingers found the back of my neck and wiggled gently over the skin, a subtle hurry up that betrayed her desires more clearly than any words could express. I covered the few steps to the bed in record time, depositing her onto the duvet and sliding down on top of her all in the same motion. My hands flew over her body and within the blink of an eye she was naked, her back arched up, her need and desire clear.

My hands found her ribs and started to build up a rhythm against her flesh. It wasn’t exactly a tickle, not really, though in her current state I think a simple flick of the wrist would have been enough to have Mary in hysterics. As she giggled and squirmed under me I brought my thigh up between her legs and she gripped me tight as I kept speeding up my teasing, tantalising touch. It was an odd thing, but we’d tried this the last time we’d spent the night together after she’d literally left me so exhausted after a prolonged tickle session I couldn’t move more than my fingers. The much slower build up this offered her seemed to just keep her climax building way beyond her normal limits, the tickling adding an extra distraction to keep her slightly off balance. It also had the distinct advantage of letting me concentrate on her fabulous body with my hands, lips and tongue, my entire focus now on giving her the release she craved.

For the next half an hour or so I teased her body, feeling her heart beat faster under my fingertips, her moans sending bolts of fire through me as she writhed with pleasure beneath me. Finally, I reached down with my right hand and caressed her mound, fingers spidering around her sopping core and one finger nail gently, oh so gently, caressing her clit. The reaction was instant, her legs locking tight around my thigh, squeezing so hard I thought for a moment she was going to do permanent damage to the muscle. Her back arched until only the crown of her head touched the pillows, her arms wrapping around my body and holding on as her cries echoed through the room. On and on it went, my fingers playing their own tune against her womanhood and pushing her onwards, her initial orgasm giving way to a second, then a third before I slowed my movements and allowed her to come down.

Gasping she lay under me for a long time, eyes closed as she waited for her body to recover from its experience. Finally her eyes fluttered open and locked on mine. She reached up with a hand, pulled me down and kissed me with a warmth and passion that left me stunned. With a look that seemed to shoot straight through me, down my spine and come to rest in my crotch, she reached out and slid the shorts off my thighs, hand trailing up my legs before guiding me into her…

How much time passed I didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care. All I cared about was the woman lying next to me, her arms and legs wrapped around me as we gazed at each other, lost in thought and wonder at the mere presence of the other. Our introspection was broken by the sound of running footsteps pounding up the hallway outside, followed closely by at least two more pairs of feet. There was a pause, the sound of a scuffle and a burst of hysterical laughter, another scuffle and then the running resumed. I turned and raised one eyebrow in my best 'what the heck was that' look and Mary cracked up. "Sounds like this party's getting into gear at last." She chuckled, hands goosing my ribs as she did so. I swallowed my own laugh with an effort and leant over to kiss her, still marvelling in the fact that a woman like this would not only be here with me, now, in this place and in this way but that she'd actively seek me out.

"Come on," I replied, somewhat reluctant to leave her embrace. "if we don't surface soon there's going to be all kinds of rumours about what we're up to."

"Mmmm, well we could always make sure they're all accurate..." Mary suggested, the look on her face enough to make me wish for a cold shower.

"True, but John's going to kill me if I don't at least make an appearance, I am meant to be helping him run this thing after all."

"You sure I can't tempt you...?" Mary purred, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into her embrace.

"Of course you can tempt me lass, that's kind of the point." I grinned "Tell you what, you doing anything tonight?"

"Nothing I couldn't cancel, why?"

"Come back here when things get quiet and we'll play, how's that sound?"

"Torturously far off, but you're on."

And so, five minutes or so later, we emerged into the hall and headed off towards the main room. We didn't make it ten yards before we heard a commotion behind us and turned.

"Make way!" came the shout as Keith rounded the corner and charged towards us. I'd known the guy for about a year and hadn't guessed he possessed such a good turn of speed. Somewhere along the line he'd lost his shirt and, I couldn't help noticing as he raced towards us, his shoes and right sock as well.

"Hi guys, great to see you and all that, can't stop, catch you later bye." Keith said as he skidded past us as we flattened against the walls. A glance in the direction he'd come from revealed the cause of this impromptu land-speed record attempt as two women I didn't recognise came into view, both brandishing a single feather as they pursued their prey. Chuckling I looked at Mary, who shook her head helplessly "Hey, at least everyone's loosening up." She said, and I was forced to agree.

Continued

We tracked John down at the 'relaxation area' setup in the main room. A small chunk of floor space, surrounded by velvet ropes and filled with comfy, squashy bean bags and a couple of soft chairs and sofa's there was a discrete sign on the entrance: “This is the relaxation area, no tickling allowed.” Another neat idea of John's, it gave people a sanctuary from the madness if it all got too much while keeping them in the mix. Surprisingly considering we were coming up on midday there were very few people occupying the seats, and we dropped onto a sofa opposite John without having to fight over it.

John took one look at us and grinned, turning to look out over the room until he spotted his target. "Tracy!" he called, waiting for a very pretty brunette to turn towards him before pointing to Mary and myself. A mix of annoyance and amusement passed over Tracy's face as she walked over and with good grace pulled a fiver out of her jeans and passed it over to John.

"And that was for...?" I asked, curious despite myself.

"Huh? Oh, just a little side bet on you two, nothing important."

"Oh come on," Mary replied, putting on her best 'little girl' look, "if it involved us I think we've got a right to know, surely?"

John had no more resistance to that look than I did. "Well, if you must know, I said it'd be less than twenty four hours before you two started acting like newlyweds again. Besides it doesn't even start to cover the dent you put in my account yesterday." I realised with some surprise the last comment had been aimed at me,

"Me? What did I do?"

"You lasted over an hour, that's what you did. I thought for sure you'd break before that."

"How sure?"

"Fifty quid sure."

"Ouch! Still, you should know better by now than to bet against me so you ain't getting any sympathy from me on that one." I said, leaning back into the sofa.

"Yeah yeah, she broke you didn't she?"

"After almost an hour and a half non-stop, yes. Plus I've been meaning to ask you, just how long have you two been planning that for?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"My friend, you are many things but a good liar ain't one of them. You had to have had that set up months ago for everything to come together as well as it did."

"Well, okay. She put the idea to me when we first started discussing this meet on the forums, I thought it'd be a chuckle, end of story."

"Fair enough, though you do know I'm going to be looking for some payback, yes?"

"Yeah of course, in fact I kind of mentioned that to her sometime in the planning stages, she seemed to think she could handle whatever you dished out."

"Really? Well, we'll have to see about that. Anyway, how's everything going, anything you need a hand with?" I asked, glancing around at the throng of people wandering through the room, the occasional head vanishing from sight as it's owner doubled over, their laughter ringing out above the general background noise.

"Nope, not really, everything seems to be running nice and smoothly. Just do me a favour and do a walkthrough of the corridors every so often would you? It's great that everyone’s so into this, but..."

"Yeah, I know, it'd be easy to go that bit too far. Okay, I'll keep an eye open, but if you don't need us, we're going to go a-wandering."

"Knock yourselves out. Oh, and Steve?"

"Mmm?"

"Almost forgot, the folks over at stand six asked me to give this to you last night, some sort of coupon or something, they didn't say exactly what it was." I took the small square of card, black with a gold border and a big gold "1" in the middle. Shrugging I pocketed it. "Thanks mate, if you need us, yell."

"Will do, now go have fun you crazy kids."

We walked off into the crowd as I tried to wrap my mind around the sheer number of people that had turned up. It might sound silly, but to go from six people in a North London flat to well over a hundred in less than a year just blew me away. The atmosphere was electric, the slightly reserved air of the previous night replaced with what could only be described as a party feeling. Everywhere you looked people were chatting, laughing, tickling and, if I was reading the hand gestures properly, swapping hints and tips with folks who had in many cases been total strangers less than a day ago.

Of course it didn't hurt my mood any that Mary had looped her arm around mine and was walking close enough to my side that she could lean her head on my shoulder and keep walking. Her scent wafted up and as always I found myself having to fight to resist her. Why she had that effect on me I'd never been able to work out, but from the first time I'd laid eyes on her it had been like a moth to a flame. Sure, she was beautiful but there was something else, something I couldn't describe and frankly I wasn't keen to try in case it broke whatever spell she'd weaved on me, and thankfully the reverse seemed to be true as well. Frankly the only reason we hadn't hit it off as a fully-fledged couple to this point was the slight problem of a three hundred mile round trip separating us when we were at the day jobs and a work schedule that meant we'd get at most one weekend in four together. So we went through the same routine every time we met up, common sense lasting for somewhere in the hour to two hours region before getting melted out of the way by passion. We'd come to terms with this odd on and off relationship over the months and had agreed that, no matter what happened in the long run, we were damn sure not going to regret anything we did together.

It was actually quite an odd experience walking through the crowd, stopping every few yards as one or the other of us spotted someone we knew, or when someone wanted to introduce themselves. It's always a big highlight of these meetings when you start putting faces to screen names, and I was delighted to finally get the chance to meet not only some of our more northerly UK members (the northern meet was the only one I'd never managed to attend thanks to a last minute job crisis) and, to my astonishment, a couple of upstanding Americans that had hopped a jet to our side of the pond just for this event. To my embarrassment more than one person had words of praise for the 'demonstration' they'd seen the previous night, with one of our American visitors striking up a conversation with Mary about what I was like as both tickler and ticklee while I squirmed in a mix of pride and horror as she didn't exactly hold back on her descriptions. It didn't help that Judy was a real looker too, slightly shorter and with a heavier build than Mary but by no means the worse for it. She didn't have the same primal attraction that I felt for Mary, but she was certainly desirable and the thought of having her at my mercy, or better still, all three of us in a mad free-for-all tickling session was enough to have me wishing I'd worn slightly looser jeans.

"So what you're saying is basically that he's ticklish as all hell, prideful enough to make it a challenge and is rather... inventive when it comes to retribution?" Judy asked with a grin that wasn't entirely innocent.

"Pretty much, just don't ever let him get his lips on you..." Mary replied, her own grin not entirely evil but as close as I think a human being can get.

"Huh?" Judy asked, confused. "His lips? Why would that be a bad thing?"

"Because he's got the lightest, most devastating touch with his mouth I've ever felt."

"You're kidding me?"

"I kid you not, the first time he used that little trick on me I damn near passed out."

"You're kidding me!"

"Nope, just the feeling of his lips vibrating against my skin as his tongue worked me over, god it sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it."

"Umm, I don't suppose there's any chance of a sample is there?" Judy asked, her tone light but her expression deadly serious.

Mary looked at me and raised one delicate eyebrow, mimicking my earlier expression. "Fine by me, you game?"

I grinned back, glancing around for a suitable spot, knowing what effect this was likely to have on the unsuspecting young woman before us. "Sure, umm, step this way" I said, guiding Judy over to a bare bit of wall a little way away from any booths or stands.

Taking on the role of tickling assistant Mary stepped forward and wrapped her right leg around Judy's and threw her left arm over the shorter woman's shoulders. With her free hand she rolled up Judy's t-shirt until her stomach was exposed to the air from her waist to a point just under her bra. I knelt down in front of her and wrapped my arms around her waist, partially to help my own balance and partially to hold her in place.

"Ready?" I asked. The only reply was a nod as Judy chewed her bottom lip and tried to prepare for what she was almost sure was going to be a pretty wild ride. She didn't know the half of it.

The instant my lips touched her skin I clamped them around her navel, leaving just enough of a gap to let them vibrate as I blew the air out of my lungs. The effect was simple enough, a 'raspberry' against her skin, a rapid vibration against already tensed muscles and a jerk of surprise from Judy that only proved just how good a hold we had on her. She wasn't going anywhere until we decided she could leave. Grinning I pulled back, looking up the length of her body as she recovered from the initial shock.

"More?" I asked, not that she really had a choice in the matter now but hoping I'd get the right answer anyway.

"God yes!" She replied, eyes wide in shock. That was all I needed to hear and this time I didn't take it easy or give her any chance to recover between blows. Within a few seconds she was laughing, within thirty she was twisting and turning to try and escape, within a minute she was begging for it to stop, and within two minutes Mary was actually supporting her weight as her legs gave out. As soon as that happened I stopped the rapid blowing and started a gentle series of kisses around her flat stomach, circling her belly button and giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"Oh...oh my god." Judy moaned, struggling to regain her balance. "That was... and this feels so.... you guys do this every night?"

"More or less." Mary replied and the affection I heard in her voice made my heart leap. "Of course, that's only when we're actually together but whenever we're not I can never go to sleep if I imagine him doing this to me in my own bed." Now that was news to me I thought, trying to judge my timing to perfection as my lips caressed Judy's stomach.

"Oooh, I can see why. Good lord this feels sooooo good."

"It gets better." Mary said, leaning in as she matched her words to my movements. "You see, that was only half of it..."

"What? What do you...ahhhhhNOOOO!" Judy cried as my lips locked back onto her belly button. Now though, while I was sucking air back into my lungs after each raspberry against her skin, my tongue dove out into that tempting hollow, lapping and licking at the sensitive skin and adding a whole new dimension to what had already been a pretty intense sensation. Suddenly it was proving to be rather difficult to keep Judy in one place even with both Mary and myself holding on to her. Judy jerked and bounced in our grasp, and it took every once of skill and concentration I had to keep my mouth in contact with her skin. Her laughter had shot up into the silent range almost immediately and I swear every dog for five miles around must have had its paws in its ears as a result. Again we gave her two minutes of this torment, and by the time it was over I was sweating from the effort to keep hold of this attractive tickle toy. Much to her relief she felt me pull back and away, and I got smoothly to my feet, making sure to end up at Mary's side as she checked Judy was able to stand on her own.

"So what did you think?" Mary asked, her hand slipping back to rub against my side, a 'good job' gesture intended more to reassure me she wasn't mad than anything else.

Judy meanwhile was staring off into space, eyes wide as she came back from wherever her ride had taken her. "That... that was... wow!" Both women dissolved into giggles, and I found myself wondering if I'd missed something.

"I know, he doesn't think it's anything special but..." Mary said, tailing off as she got lost in her own memories.

"Ohhhh yeah, god if you could bottle that you'd make a fortune. One thing though, umm, how can I put this?" Judy paused then leant forward and whispered into Mary's ear. Try as I might I couldn't catch a single word, but it was enough to set Mary giggling again.

"Yep, that sounds about right. And sorry, but no, you can't." She said cryptically.

"Damn, oh well, some people have all the luck. I'll see you guys around." Judy said, heading into the crowd.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"What was what about?" Mary replied, playing dumb.

"What was that whispered conversation about?"

"Oh.... nothing." Mary said, deliberately trailing the answer for me to follow up.

"Come on, 'fess up or I'll strap you into the nearest x-frame and tickle you into oblivion."

"This is meant to be a threat?"

"Depends, how embarrassed would you be to be forced to climax in front of everyone here?"

Mary swallowed at that, the thought generating equal parts excitement and fear. "Okay, fair enough. If you're going to do that, might as well wait until I've got something really juicy worth protecting. Judy just asked if it was normal to feel like she'd just had the worlds best foreplay after only a couple of minutes."

"Ah-ha, and the "No you can't" bit?"

"Oh, she wondered if I'd let her borrow you for a few minutes, can't imagine why of course..." Mary said, leaning forward to kiss me as she said it.

"So you're my pimp now?" I asked, as our lips parted. Mary instantly collapsed against my shoulder, shaking with laughter at the image that had popped into her mind.

"Oh god, that's... that's priceless it really is. I must admit though, there's something satisfying about that image, so yes, until tonight anyway, I be pimpin’ your services to whoever may need them most. Well, most of your services anyway." She grinned on the last and threw me a look that almost set my shoes on fire. "Some of 'em I wouldn’t want to share..."

"Have I mentioned lately how much I love you?" I asked, sliding my arms around her waist and pulling her body to mine.

"Not in the last hour or so, no." She breathed, tracing her fingers over m back in a random pattern that raised goose bumps under the t-shirt. "But you can make up for that little omission later on. Now come on, I think for once I've found somewhere to shop that you won't mind giving me your opinion on." She turned, snuggling up against my side as we headed for the first of the booths, stands and displays that ran around the edge of the room.

We'd put a lot of effort into this part of the event before hand, and I think it showed. We'd deliberately limited the number of vendors that could display their wares to eight, and had hand picked those that were given floor space to try and avoid duplication in what was available. The results were impressive to say the least, with seemingly every possible approach, method and tool that could be applied to this particular interest on display.

The first two booths were devoted to bondage and costumes respectively, and while we browsed there wasn’t really a lot that caught the eye. The simple fact of the matter is that we both found ourselves more inclined to improvise with whatever came to hand for restraints, and while we had used 'proper' bondage gear before, and probably would do so again, we didn't really feel the need to buy anything elaborate. That said, if we had done there was a hell of a range to choose from, with everything from furry handcuffs to full swing sets (including the frame) on display.

The next three displays seemed to have flowed into each other with the owners collaborating to produce one big stage area for their wares. It was actually a pretty good idea, as they were all selling what had been classified as 'furniture'. One specialised in the more medieval looking equipment, with stocks, pillory, x-frame and even a rack on display. The second had gone the other direction and had a range that was designed with a definite futuristic element in mind. All gleaming chrome and electric motors they looked like something out of a movie and more than one carried a discreet, yet highly visible, warning card that certain people (and here it had a long list of conditions like an amusement park ride) should not use this particular bit of equipment. They certainly seemed to be gathering a lot of attention, with more than one device occupied as particularly brave souls agreed to try them out and found themselves suspended and helpless and, of course, perfect tickling targets. Marvelling over the creativity shown in their construction I left Mary enthralled in a demonstration of what was billed as a 'fully independent frame' (basically an x-frame on a pivot that could rotate the victim through 360 degrees and vary the angle of the X to boot) and went to look at the rest of the display.

Continued

For me it was the third and final vendor that was the most interesting, and I suspected that while all the oooh's and ahh's would go the first two it was this man who'd go home with the majority of the orders. He'd specialised in turning common household items into rather ingenious restraints in such a way you could hide the modifications and display (and use) them as they were originally designed. As most of us don't have our very own dungeon at home I suspected these would prove quite popular. My eye was drawn to an elaborate multi-gym that was currently being demonstrated on a very attractive young redhead who looked like she was regretting volunteering.

She was currently lying on the weightlifting bench of the gym, her feet strapped to a bar that dropped from a long metal arm overhead. The bar itself was connected by a cable to one of several stacks of weights, although only one weight of the stack was actually attached to the cable at the moment. Her hands were held behind her, practically touching the floor in a pair of fur-lined restraints, which were connected to the same weight stack as the foot bar. As I watched a young man armed with a wickedly stiff blue feather stepped up and started to scritch his way over her helpless soles, sending the hapless volunteer into fits of giggles. As she thrashed on the bench the full evil ingenuity on display was made abundantly clear: if she managed to pull her feet down it pulled the weight up. While this obviously made it far more difficult for her to try and escape her ticklish torment it also pulled the cable attached to her hands, pulling her back slightly on the bench and in effect using her own body as a counterpoint to limit her movements and using up her energy at the same time.

Several other modifications had been made to the gym, and just from where I stood I could see a set of restraints attached to the side of the frame to hold a victim spread-eagled as if they were attached to an x-frame, a second hanging bar that was attached to a sliding support strut to hold someone off the ground completely, and a sit-up bench that had had restraints added at both ends. It was an impressive bit of kit, an impression that was reinforced a few minutes later when the proprietor released the still-giggling victim and demonstrated how all the modifications could be removed and added quickly and easily to leave no trace whatsoever of the alternate uses the gym could be put to.

A pair of hands slipped round my ribs and goosed up and down against my t-shirt covered sides. I jumped and spun around to grab Mary in a bear hug, pinning her arms in place as I managed to stop squirming long enough to kiss her.

"See anything you like?" I asked, shifting my grip to let my fingers play over her hips.

"Ohhh, yes. Sadly I haven't got a dungeon to keep them all in." She replied, fingers still moving gently over my sides.

"Shame, though that might be a blessing in disguise."

"Huh? Why exactly?"

"Because this way I won't have to lock you in your own dungeon for, oh, say a week of ticklish fun. That'd just be embarrassing wouldn't it?"

"..." Mary stared into space for a moment, lost for words as she pictured that little scenario in her mind. "Ummm, yeah, yeah that'd be embarrassing."

"Oh I'll bet. " I replied, slipping my hands down to tickle her ass through the denim. "I mean, could you imagine the shame of being caught in your own dungeon, strapped into your own restraints while still wearing that 'kneel before me' dominatrix outfit, and tickled non-stop for hours at a time. I don't know about you but I'd just die..."

"Hey, stop that." Mary laughed, her hands wiggling briefly under my arms as I fought back a rather un-manly giggle. "No far getting me all worked up like that."

"But it's so much fun..." I whispered, leaning in close and licking her sensitive earlobe. "You're just so damn hot when you're like this, I really can't help myself."

"Hey... come on, quit ieeeh it!" Mary laughed, twisting and turning in my arms as I kept up my lapping, dipping down the side of her neck and running my teeth gently over her skin.

"Nope, not gonna." I mumbled into her ear as my hands travelled up her sides, partially to add a little more to the game, and partially to hold her steady.

"Hey, come on, nooooo fair." She chuckled, squirming as I drew little circles on her thighs as my tongue ran round her ear.

"Who said life was fair?"

"Gah... no don't, wait ahahaha... a minute, don't...mmmmphh, stop!"

"Don't stop? Okay, if you insist, now let's see, done your legs..."

"Gahahahahah, noooo."

"Done your ass... I wonder what's left?" I paused for a moment, hands hovering on her hips, framing the only logical target that could be next on my list.

"Ohh. Oh no. You... you wouldn't? Come on, please don't okay, just..."

"Give me one good reason and I won't"

"You know what it does to me and I don't want to spend the rest of the day frustrated and horny, ‘kay?"

"Nope, not good enough" I said, my hands shifting quickly to the attack, scritching and scrabbling between her legs, her jeans protecting her from the worst of the tickling but not all of it. She jumped as I touched her, and I took advantage to slide my hands into the proper position when she was airborne so that she ended up practically sitting on my wiggling fingers. Her mouth was wide open, and the only sound coming from her throat had a lot of g's in it. After a few seconds I pulled my hands away, wrapping her in a hug as she regained her senses.

"You bastard." She gasped, smiling as she said it to remove any possible sting. "You do know I'm gonna get you back for that, right?"

"You're welcome to try my dear, in fact I'm looking forward to it."

"What am I gonna do with you?" She said, her arms looping around my neck and pulling my lips to hers.

"Don't know, but that was a good start." I replied, as we broke apart, turning and guiding her on to the next stall.

The design of the stall matched the card John had handed me and I felt my curiosity peak as I glanced over the display stands. On the left was a vast array of implements, seemingly every shape, size and colour of feather imaginable, both normal and electric toothbrushes, a vast range of brushes with any type of bristles a tickle fan could dream of. Moving to the right though there was a display of items that showed a great deal of creativity in their design. Most were powered in some way and the designs ranged from purely functional to sleek, futuristic items that looked like they could break the speed limit, or at the very least, make the ticklee break the sound barrier. Most of the more exotic stuff was priced a little too high for my wallet, though one or two really were crying out “buy me!” Instead I settled for watching Mary flick through the rows of feathers with a practiced hand, wincing only occasionally as she picked up one of the smaller, stiffer varieties and twirled it expertly between her fingers. Now I'd like to think I'm a pretty good tickler with anything that comes to hand, but from past experience I knew that Mary was so far ahead of me when it came to feathers I couldn't even see which way she'd gone.

Eventually she selected four, all a rich dark blue and seemingly a matched set, going from a very large, fluffy item of the sort you'd see in a period drama in someone's hat, to a tiny one about the size of a fingertip that I somehow knew would be an absolute nightmare in her hands. I saw her reach for a pocket and placed a hand on hers.

"It's okay lass, this one's on me."

"No, no that's..."

"I insist, besides it might make you take things a little easier when you get round to taking them for a test drive."

"Don't count on it." She said, wiggling the smallest feather menacingly in my direction. I passed the cash over and, almost as an afterthought, pulled out the card John had given me.

"Oh, someone told me to hand this in here, is that right?" I asked, wondering what all this was about. The owner took a look at the card then back up at me, then a big, toothy grin slid over his face.

"Ah yes, yes I was hoping you'd swing by. Can I ask you a question, I mean I asked John but I wanted to make sure, you're a writer aren't you?"

"Well, sort of." I said, as always a little uncomfortable to discuss my (in my opinion anyway) overrated contributions to our little community. "I mean, no it's not my day job, but I do post the occasional story to a couple of forums, yes."

"Username's BOFH, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then I've got something here I know you're going to like." He said, rummaging around under the display for a moment until he came up with a rather elegant black box, maybe a foot long and with the same gold edging that adorned the stand.

"You see, I've been quite the fan of your writing for a while, so... inventive when it comes to new ways of tickling. It took us nearly a month to work out how to do it, but... well, take a look."

He lifted the lid on the box and slid it over to me. I looked inside and froze in surprise. It had started life as a vibrator, one of the more upmarket metal units, but the modifications were... extensive to put it mildly. Two small arms hung off the end, extending out for a short distance before dropping down towards the business end, both of them armed with what looked like miniature toothbrushes. The arms themselves were flexible at several points, presumably to allow them to follow the curves of the victims’ body. From the flat end of the vibrator came a thick power cord, and in it's own compartment in the box was a small control unit. The workmanship was first class, it genuinely appeared to be one unit rather than some kind of Frankenstein monster and I shook my head in admiration.

"It's a beautiful piece of work, really, I mean that. This must have taken an age to... is this hand built?" I asked, spotting something that looked suspiciously like a signature etched into the metal case.

"Yes, and it did indeed take a while to get that sort of finish on it. It works too, every detail exactly as you described it."

I racked my mind for a moment, trying to remember the details of one of the first stories I'd ever written when I'd first come up with the idea for this tickle toy. "Wait, every detail?"

"Yes, every detail."

"Even the..." I trailed off, not wanting to believe it.

"Why do you think it's main's powered?" He said with a grin and I could only gawp for a minute as I tried to think what that little trick would do to an unsuspecting victim.

"Strange though, I haven't seen any mention of something like this being for sale?" I asked, still staring at the very weird sight of one of my more left field imaginings becoming reality.

"Well, it's not really, not yet anyway. This is the first proper one, and I only got it finished a couple of days ago. Now we've worked out how to do it we'll get a batch made up and put them on the market in a few weeks, but I wanted to show you before anyone else, it was your idea after all..." From the way his voice trailed off I realised he was waiting for something and it took me a minute to realise what it was.

"Hey, if you're worried about me suing you for making it, don't." I said with a laugh. "Hell, it's not like I was going to make one anytime soon, I wouldn't even know where to start. For that matter, if I can help promote it in any way, just tell me."

"Oh, no, of course I wasn't worried about that." He said with a theatrical wipe of the brow. "But I do want you to do one thing for me."

"And that may be...?"

"Take this as a gift, seems only right the first one should go to the guy who dreamt it up."

"What? No, no I couldn't possibly, this…"

"Look, we're giving rewards to anyone that volunteers for a demo, though we're not advertising that fact. Considering what you went through last night, and by the way that was a damn brave thing to volunteer for and it's appreciated, I'd say you've earned it. Go, take it, treat this gorgeous woman to something new." The last was said with a grin and I knew I'd lost. I also realised as Mary leant over that she hadn't seen inside the box yet and I slipped the lid on quickly to keep it a surprise.

"Alright, but I owe you a favour okay?"

"Fair enough. Hey, I think John wants a word with you." I glanced over my shoulder at the distinctive shape waving to us over the crowd. Thanking the vendor I took the bag he offered and, as Mary slid her arm around me once more, made my way through the crowd. When we got a few feet away the throng seemed to part and I found myself staring at a very familiar face.

"Ah, Steve, thought you might like to meet this one." John said, his grin so big I thought his head was going to hinge open. "This is Amy, fresh from the other side of the pond."

My initial impression of the woman had been about right despite my dishevelled state at the time. The overriding word that kept popping into my head was 'cute', but there was something about her that set off alarm bells. She had a very nice figure with curves in all the right places, somewhere around five three, five four and with a look that was the very definition of 'innocent'. Actually, that was the problem, that look was too perfect, especially considering just how thoroughly she'd tickled me the previous night. It was the eyes that gave her away, a mischief dancing there that hinted to the devil held in check within that angelic exterior.

I reached out a hand and was surprised when she almost jumped into my arms, giving me a big hug before stepping back. Not for the first time I was glad that Mary had a pretty calm disposition to that sort of thing, some women I've known tend to get a little tetchy about things like that.

"Sorry." Amy said, in a tone of voice that made me doubt her sincerity somewhat "But I've wanted to meet you for over a year and after the welcome you gave me last night I couldn't resist."

"That's alright lass, and after last night I think you've kind of earned it anyway. This is Mary, my... um, ah, now this is awkward."

"Hi" Mary said, reaching out and pulling Amy into a hug of her own "Welcome to the UK and may I say you did a hell of a job in reducing him to a broken mess? You've got to teach me how to do that."

"Or you could not." I quipped, leading the way to a set of armchairs set around a small table. "She's bad, or maybe I should say good, enough as is, add some of your tricks to the mix and I'll be heading for the loony bin within a week."

"Oh, are you two...?" Amy asked, surprised and a little hurt that I hadn't actually mentioned that fact on-line.

"Well, yes and no." Mary replied, saving me from trying to come up with an accurate answer. "Officially, no, we're not. But when we see each other at these things, I don't know, something just sparks I guess."

"So kind of yes, until the end of the weekend, then no till the next one?" Amy asked.

"That's about right." Mary said with a glance in my direction that left me squirming in my chair.

"If it's not a rude question, why only for the weekend?"

"Simple mathematics for the most part." Mary said, leaning back in her chair as I decided to let her carry the conversation for a while. After all, it was rare that I got to hear her talk about her feelings towards me and I'm only human after all, so I wasn't about to object to a beautiful woman stroking my ego for a bit.

"See, he lives in London, I'm down in Cardiff and that's a bit too far to end up doing weekend runs. We're both in jobs that have us working the occasional weekend and when you add in days where you've got other commitments, well, we just wouldn’t get enough time together as it is now."

"Now that's a shame." Amy said, and sounded as if she meant it too.

"Yeah I know, but it's the right call I'm sad to say. If we were a full-time couple it'd drive me nuts thinking of him and knowing I wasn't going to see him for another three weeks. At least this way I can, oh let's say, relieve the frustration a little when that happens and not feel too guilty about it." I raised an eyebrow at that one, well aware of what Mary was suggesting with that particular aside and surprised despite myself.

Amy laughed, a deep throaty chuckle that immediately made me wonder what she'd sound like stretched out under my fingers. With an effort I shoved that particular question down, plenty of time for that tomorrow after all. "Hey, look on the bright side, my last relationship moved about a thousand miles south, now THAT's a long distance relationship."

"Good lord my dear, what did you do to the poor guy to get him to run that far away?"

"Nothing, well, I did tie him up and tickle him for an hour or five without stopping, but that's only fair right? I mean he'd done the same to me before, and it's rather fun to see a grown man cry."

"I wouldn't know." Mary said, looking over at me as I attempted to relax in my chair despite the sudden attention. "He's never done that."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"How hard have you pushed?"

"He's stood up to a whole weekend of teasing before now without cracking, in fact I've only ever really broken him myself once before, and that was with certain extenuating circumstances."

"Ummm, what exactly do you mean by that?" Amy asked.

"She means she called in reinforcements." I joked. "Her and two friends ganged up on me."

"Hey, we still got you!"

"Yeah, after six hours and a pretty underhanded trick with a shaving brush."

"I didn't hear you complaining at the time love."

"And I'm not now, just want you to keep your facts straight." I grinned, loving the fact that this was someone who'd give me back everything I threw out and then some. It made life so much more interesting.

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"Anyway," Mary said, dragging the conversation back on track. "I honestly don't think it's possible to reduce this one to tears without setting something on fire, know what I mean?"

"Oh... I don't know." Amy said, and now there was nothing of the Angel left, just the devil. "The two of us could probably do it."

"You think?" Mary replied, sceptically "How?"

"Well, just as an example, you take hold of his, umm, attention so to speak and take him to the very edge, then drop him back, edge and back, edge and back, edge and back for as long as you like, I'll take his feet and tickle him silly. Trust me, after he hangs on the edge for the hundredth time, he'll be putty in your hands."

The two women looked at each other as the same double entendre went through their mind and collapsed laughing. I was busy trying to look as if I was completely happy with the conversation but inside I was squirming. The fact was, if they did ever get the opportunity to do what they were describing I doubted any man could have resisted them, and I was almost certain I couldn't. And yet somewhere deep inside a treacherous little voice was wishing I’d try.

"Now that sounds like fun." Mary said, flashing a very predatory smile in my direction. "Sadly though I think it'll have to wait for next time, after what you did to him last night I don't think he'd be too happy if we put him through that sort of torture twice in two days. And frankly, I want to get laid tonight."

"Wow. Must be good in bed if you'd rather get laid than tickle him silly."

"Well...." Mary's voice trailed off, and I picked up the subtle signs of a plan forming. "I tell you what, you want the answer to that question, you're going to have to work for it."

"Huh?"

"After seeing you in action, well, I want to feel what you're like for myself. Here's the deal, we'll head into one of the private rooms and you can tickle the answer to that question out of me. In return, I get a shot at you afterwards."

"For how long?" Amy asked, but her excitement was obvious and I wondered idly if Mary had let herself in for something she couldn't handle here.

"Umm, how about, half an hour?" Mary replied. "That way you can tickle me for as long as it takes until I give you what you’re after and all I get is thirty minutes for revenge.”

"Deal." Amy said, standing up and eyeing her next victim. "You know you'll be the first woman I've ever tickled?"

"Then I hope I'm not a disappointment." Mary replied, leading Amy towards the exit as I followed them. We stepped out of the main room and headed to one of the smaller ones set aside for private sessions. These were intended to provide a more comfortable environment for people to play around and as we stepped inside first impressions were good.

A long table held an assortment of ticklish implements, from feathers and Q-tips to forks and pens, anything a discerning tickler could want. The lights were low and the walls seemed more substantial than you'd find in a normal hotel room. The bed had been moved to the far end of the room and in the middle of the floor was a seven-foot tall board set at about a sixty-degree angle. From the top and bottom simple hand restraints hung on chains and a belt looped around the middle of the board to pull a victim close to the wood. It was quite an elegant set-up, not so complex you needed to be trained how to secure your victim, very few moving parts to mess up and still intimidating enough to set the mood for your hapless ticklee. I made a mental note to pass congratulations along to whoever had come up with the layout and returned my attention to the scene in front of me.

Mary had pulled her t-shirt off and was now standing with her back to the board, her arms already secured above her head as Amy worked quickly to put the restraints around her ankles. When she was sure she was held securely Amy pressed the green button on the side of the board and a hidden motor pulled the slack from the chains, lifting Mary squarely onto the board and stopping once it felt resistance on the chains from her bodyweight. I could feel my hands itch as I stared at her, wanting more than ever to take hold of her and tickle her until the sun went cold but held back. This was Amy's show and I was interested in just how she was going to play it.

“Where to start, where to start, where to start…?” Amy muttered, standing in front of the board and hovering her hands over Mary’s body, moving them slowly up and down, pausing over the more ticklish areas as she drew out the tension nicely. “How about a little armpit action as a warm-up?” So saying she reached up and dug her fingertips into Mary’s smooth hollows, whirling her fingers in a fast swirl over the skin.

“Mmmmm…. Okay, okay, he’s great! Inventive as hell and always totally focused on me.” Mary yelled barely five seconds later. I shook my head as I tried to hide my smirk at the look on Amy’s face.

“What?” Amy asked, almost disbelieving. “That’s it? But…”

“What can I say, that teasing got to me, now untie me and we’ll see just how ticklish you are.” Mary grinned.

“That’s not fair, you didn’t even try to hold out.” Amy protested, knowing there was no real way out of this but figuring it was worth a go.

“You know…” I said, walking up to join Amy in from of the bound and helpless Mary. “I can’t help but agree with her my love. That really wasn’t fair.”

“Hey, a deal’s a deal and I did my part. Now let me down.”

I stared at her, drawing out the moment as long as I could. “No…no I don’t think so, not for a little while anyway. Amy, I have to say Mary’s right, she did follow the letter of the law, but that really wasn’t fair. So here’s my deal, and this is most definitely a one-time offer. Five minutes, I’ll give you five minutes to tickle my pimp-wannabe here any way you like. After that you take her place on the board, with one extra condition.”

“And that would be?” Amy asked.

“That both of us are going to tickle you, and that nothing’s off limits.”

“That’s two conditions!”

“Well, sort of, but I’ll add this in to even things out, I promise that we won’t touch any skin directly that’s covered by your underwear. So that means no stripping and no… inappropriate contact. Fair?”

“Not really, but it’s better than nothing. Five minutes right?”

“Five minutes starting from the time you touch her.”

“Hey, wait a minute, don’t I get a say in this?” Mary asked, twisting in her bonds as best she could.

“Ummm, let me think….” I said, walking slowly over to her and running a hand over her bare stomach. “No. Sorry love but you really should at least try and play fair.”

“Ohh, I’ll get you for this.”

“Maybe, maybe not. For now though, I hope you’re vocal chords are in good shape, I think they’re going to get quite a workout.”

I stepped back and the instant I did Amy practically flew past me, jumping up onto the board, her feet planted on the floor as she dug her hands into Mary’s hips and stomach.

“Wha…No, NO! Not there, pleasepleasenahahahahah!” The reaction was immediate, Mary dissolving into hysterics as Amy’s fingers poked and prodded that oh so ticklish flesh, sending her into howling fits of laughter, her legs banging against the board as she tried to twist away from her now-royally-pissed tickler. Amy was merciless, her fingers constantly moving, flying over the taunt skin as she pushed Mary into hysterics faster than I’d ever managed. Then a single finger brushed her belly button and Mary practically broke the board in her attempts to escape.

“Ohhhhhh.” Amy teased, her hand moving to cover the newly discovered tickle spot. “Is someone’s belly button ticklish? Why yes, it seems it is. Oh come on, it can’t tickle that much can it? I mean, it could be worse, I could, oh I don’t know, dip this in there?” So saying she held up a small pink feather, maybe an inch long and seemingly designed to slip into Mary’s navel. The screams that followed were incredible, and I made a mental note to ask Amy to show me how she used a feather before the weekend was over.

All too soon though the five minutes was up, Mary a giggling mass on the board as I had to physically pry Amy off her. Once the red mist had left her eyes, Amy quickly moved to help me release Mary’s bonds, even lending a hand to help her walk away from the board and over to the bed to recover. Not wanting to waste time, I reset the board for its new victim and turned to find Amy already stripped to her bra and panties, a very nice black and red silk set a distant portion of my mind noted as I drooled for a moment. Mary caught my momentary lapse in concentration and fired a look that wasn’t quite as cross as it should have been in my direction and I thanked my lucky stars that she understood that the male reaction to an almost-naked angel couldn’t be completely suppressed no matter how hard the guy tries.

I fastened Amy in place and pushed the button to pull the chains tight, leaving her no real wriggle room to play with. Mary was by this time already at the table of goodies and had picked out a brace of feathers, which she gathered at one end of the table carefully sorted into order. I winced as I saw a couple very similar to ones I’d had used on me in the past, remembering with crystal-clear clarity just what they’d felt like. I was looking for something a little more unusual, and found it in what looked like an aerosol can and a black marker pen.

We walked over to our now squirming captive, Mary twirling two long, luxurious feathers in between her fingers like some kind of action movie heroine. “Ready?” She asked, voice playful.

“N... no, not really.” Came the stuttered reply.

“Too bad!” Mary said, and reached out, flicking the feathers up and down the length of Amy’s bound body, long sweeping strokes that was at least half erotic rather than ticklish. Amy giggled and twisted, but I couldn’t help but notice that, as Mary kept up the strokes in a pretty regular pattern, Amy’s gyrations more often than not brought her closer to the ticklish fronds rather than away from them. Taking my cue from the gorgeous tickler I crawled over to the foot of the board, reaching up to run my fingers over Amy’s soft, tender soles.

There was no doubt whatsoever that this tickled, as Amy suddenly jumped in surprise and squealed out loud. Encouraged I started to drag my fingernails over her arches, enjoying the twitches and curls each touch caused in first one foot then the other.

“Noo. Please..not the feet, notthefeEeeeehhhhhahahah” Amy’s pleading fell on deaf ears as she suddenly found herself faced with two ticklers who were both well motivated and eager to dish out a little retribution. For my part, this was simply a warm up to tomorrows festivities, a handy chance to learn this lovely lass’s tickle spots and have a little soupcon of revenge to ease that particular temptation. Mary on the other hand was fired up, having been tickled for most of the day already she was more than ready to dish out some ticklish fun and Amy just happened to be a very handy target. Add in the fact that Mary was also more than a little turned on; something that from long and occasionally torturous experience I knew was a great motivator for her and Amy was in trouble.

I heard the pitch of her laughter change, heading upwards into a far more desperate tone than before and I glanced upwards past her feet to see what had caused this sudden change. I must admit that that particular viewpoint, with the long legs and toned bodies of two beautiful women stretching above me, one of them writhing in ticklish torment, the other obviously having the time of her life, left me breathless and it took a while to focus on the cause of Amy’s new-found laughter.

Mary had, quite simply, switched feathers, going from long and soft to a medium length and stiff set that she was currently dabbing around Amy’s armpits, neck and over the tops of her breasts. It was an impressive sight as Amy bucked and writhed under this new attack, her eyes wide as, much to her surprise, she laughter was interrupted by a moan as the feathers ran over those sensitive orbs once more.

I grinned and ducked back to those precious feet, knowing now exactly what Mary’s plan was and shaking my head at the sheer audacity at it. I guessed there might just be a little spark of jealousy in her after all. Still, I had my role to play as well, as Mary started to work more erotic touches into her performance I concentrated on upping the ticklish torment upon Amy’s helpless soles. Abandoning my finger trip I reached down and pulled the lid of the black marker pen. It had a narrow nib with a wicked little point on the end and I made a mental note to see if anyone in the display area had a set for sale. Reaching up I took a firm grip on Amy’s right sole and brought the pen up. Working with a slow, torturous rhythm I started to write “I will not make foolish deals” on the untouched canvas before me. It proved a little difficult to write accurately as Amy almost went ballistic at the first touch of feather on flesh and for a moment I honestly thought she was going to rip the restraints clean out of their mountings. My fears proved groundless though and adjusting my grip I started to repeat the line, over and over again until I ran out of space, and then I started writing over what had gone before.

Amy’s laughter was now almost silence, heaving gasps for air broken only be the occasional squeal as I found a previously untouched spot and the more frequent groan as Mary kept the feathers swirling over her upper body. I watched, fascinated as Mary swept the devilish fronds all over the front of Amy’s bra, the feathers just stiff enough to tease and tickle through the silk, but not so much they provided anything more than teasing frustration to her growing need.

With ten minutes of Amy’s session left it was time to break out the big guns. Mary swapped her feathers again, this time reaching for two tiny, stiff feathers that were almost the exact shape and size of guitar picks while I put the pen down and reached for the aerosol can. Amy was a mess by now, lying on the board, all fight gone as she twisted and giggled, her body betraying just how turned on she was feeling at that moment. Mary stepped close and slid an arm around her exhausted victim, not really to hold her in place, more to provide that extra bit of stimulation that she knew from her own experiences in such situations Amy would be craving. That brought her left hand into perfect position to tickle Amy’s ribs, and Mary didn’t waste any time in doing just that.

I watched and waited, sure now about how Mary was going to do this, and wanting to get my timing as close to hers as I could. Sure enough, as Amy returned to that silent laugh Mary’s right hand flicked out, running the stiff feather across Amy’s waist, down the top of her left leg, across to her right thigh and up before diving across to flick over Amy’s silk-covered mound. Once again the underwear prevented any real stimulation, leaving only a brief trail of fire over her skin and an aching longing deep inside her as Amy twisted to the side, her face pushed into Mary’s arm and shoulder as she moaned in delight. I waited for the moan to trail off and, as the last syllable died, pointed the air duster at her soles and pressed the top down.

The jet of compressed air was cold, fast and totally unexpected, causing Amy to jerk in her bonds from the shock, her eyes bugging out as she looked down frantically, trying to see what was going on only for her own feet to block her view.

“Whatwasthat? Ohgodthattickled. Pleasepleasedon’tdothatagain.” She was babbling, trying to get as much in as she could in the brief moment before Mary passed the feather over her hips, legs and core once again, followed almost immediately by another blast on the air duster, this time aimed between her previously untouched toes.

Now she screamed, the first real scream we’d heard from her, but she didn’t have enough air to plead with us anymore, or maybe she just realised it wasn’t going to help. Knowing what had to be going through the poor woman’s mind Mary immediately started to increase the speed of her ticklish touch, both on Amy’s ribs and between her legs. My own tickles were administered only when she acknowledged the pleasure my darling Mary was giving her, and that left me time to admire Mary’s form, her skilled, light touch as she turned the ticklish lass into a quivering mass before my eyes.

Finally, with only a few seconds of the session remaining, Mary reached a hand down towards me and I passed the half-used air duster up into her waiting palm. Aiming carefully Mary pulled her arm out from behind Amy’s back and dipped the feather into her belly button. As Amy jerked forward in her bonds, an impressive feat in and of itself considering what she’d just gone through, the tip of the nozzle just touched the now damp silk of her panties. Mary jabbed down on the top of the can and the cold jet blasted through the silk as if it wasn’t there, pushing Amy right to the edge just as the alarm went off to signal time was up.

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Amy hung limp in her chains and it took both of us to help her over to the bed as she tried to catch her breath.

“Ohhhh my….” She moaned, staring at the ceiling “that… that was incredible. But why did… I mean why didn’t you….. you know…”

“Finish you?” Mary asked, brushing Amy’s hair back gently and rubbing her shoulders.

Amy couldn’t speak but nodded quickly.

“Well, we promised we wouldn’t for one thing. Besides,” and Mary grinned as she continued, “this way it’s a real incentive for you to go get tickled some more. Shouldn’t take much to give you that last little push.”

“That’s evil.” Amy complained, but the look on her face suggested she wasn’t really complaining.

“That’s life.” Mary laughed. “Oh, and while I remember, look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“I’m gonna be your tickler in the demo and now I know your tickle spots.” Mary wiggled her fingers threateningly.

“Good, then maybe you can give me a real workout.” Amy said, the challenge clear as crystal.

I leant over and kissed Amy on the forehead. “In case I forgot to mention it earlier lass, you really are a phenomenal tickler, hope you don’t mind that little bit of revenge?”

“Not at all, though it’s a shame I can’t have both of you tomorrow.” Amy said. If you only knew, I thought to myself.

“You going to be okay?” I asked, wanting to make sure we weren’t leaving her in any sort of difficulty.

“Yeah, I just need a minute to catch my breath. I’ll be fine. Oh, and Mary?”

“Yes?”

“You do know how lucky you are, right?”

Mary slipped her hand into mine and squeezed “Oh yes.” She replied before leaning up and whispering into my ear “and you know how lucky you’re about to get, right?”

I leant in and kissed her, and she practically melted against me. Grinning like an idiot I led the way out of the room and upstairs, so concentrated on getting this incredible woman to somewhere private in the next ten seconds I barely caught Mary’s call to Amy:

“See you tomorrow my dear!”

In fact I was so preoccupied I didn’t notice that Mary wasn’t following me until a discreet cough caught my attention. Turning I saw Mary leaning against a wall, one foot planted flat on the wall to bring her leg up, her arms up above her head.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” She asked, tilting her head back in what was possibly the most blatant display of her curvaceous form I’d ever seen from her.

“Nothing springs immediately to mind…” I said, walking back to her. As I reached her she opened her eyes, stared into mine for a long moment that sent a shiver of anticipation through my body, then lunged forward, shoving me back against the far wall, her hands on my shoulders as she pressed against me.

“I think I owe you a little payback for that trick…” She whispered, tongue darting out to touch first my ear then down the side of my neck and across my collarbone, making me squirm under her touch.

“Oh, if you must…” I joked, placing my arms out to my sides as if crucified on the wall. “Take your best shot my love.”

“My…best shot?” Mary said, a teasing tone in her voice that I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I was happy to hear. “You want me to take my best shot?”

What the hell I thought, how bad could it possibly be? “Yep, give me everything you’ve got, I can take it.” I replied, putting on my best arrogant defiance for the occasion.

“Alright, come on lover.” Mary said, taking me by the hand and leading me back into the main hall. It was much, much quieter now, with most people hunting down lunch and a chance for a few minutes rest and recovery time. In fact there were only three other people in the whole hall, and they were engaged in a hectic two-on-one session that was most definitely occupying their attention. Mary led me over to a simple set of stocks and motioned me down into position. Keeping the look of smug superiority on my face I settled down onto the padded bench and placed my ankles into the wooden grooves. Mary clicked the top half of the stocks down and fastened my hands to set of restraints hanging from a pole above my head. She tugged on both arms to make sure they couldn’t move more than a few inches then knelt down by my feet, her chin resting on top of the stocks, her hands hidden from view.

“You’re sure about this?” She asked, “You’re absolutely sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Alright then, same as always my dear, when you’ve had enough, just say the magic words, okay?”

“As if you could get under my skin like that…” I replied, knowing just how dumb teasing her like this was in my current predicament but not able to help myself.

“Ohhh. That does it, you’re going to get the worst lesson of your life!” She threatened, “I’m going to leave you a squirming, horny, desperate mess and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing you can do to stop me.”

I stayed silent, waiting for what I knew was going to be the tickle session from hell. Then, finally, I caught the slight smile on Mary’s lips, the change in body language that I’d seen earlier when she’d pulled Amy into her little trap and I realised I was in big trouble. She got up and walked round to stand beside me, threw a leg over my lap and sat down straddling my thighs. Her hands reached out and ran gently, lightly over my sides, enough to make me shiver but nothing more.

She kept that gentle, teasing, maddening touch up as she ran her hands over my body, seemingly delighting in the feel of my muscles tensing under her fingers as I wondered if this was the moment she’d try and ambush me. Over and over again she travelled down one side, over my hips and stomach, back up the other side, over my chest and up my arms, sending me slightly insane in the process. Finally my resolve failed and through clenched teeth I blurted out: “This is your best shot? I’m disappointed lass, it barely tingles.”

Mary laughed then, a delighted giggle as she wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted up into my lap. “When did I say I was going to tickle you?”

My blood ran cold but I pressed on regardless. “Well, seeing as how we’re at a tickling convention, and you’ve been driven into hysterics more than once already today, it seems like a logical assumption.”

“See, that’s your problem my love, sometimes you try and look too far ahead and end up tripping over something right in front of you.”

“Huh?” I replied, confused now and ever so slightly worried that I’d gotten in to more trouble than I really wanted.

“I never said I was going to tickle you just that I was going to leave you a squirming… ” Mary’s hand slid down my chest and rested in my lap, her index finger tapping my already hard member through my jeans in time with her words.

“…horny…”

“…desperate…”

“…mess.”

On the last word she didn’t tap but wrapped her fingers around me and squeezed hard, stopping just short of causing pain. I couldn’t help but respond, a groan slipping from my lips as I tried to move my hips forward into her grip. Laughing she moved back in time with my rocking, not letting me get any sort of satisfaction from my movements and waiting until I settled down again.

“My, my, my aren’t we the eager beaver?” She joked.

“I thought that was you…” I replied, trying to pretend that having this beautiful woman sat in my lap and playing with my body like it was silly putty wasn’t affecting me in the slightest. Not that I was fooling anyone of course, even as I said it my eyes were sliding shut as those talented fingers pushed up against my nuts, rolling them like marbles and sending wave after wave of excitement through me.

“That’s a good point, but you see unlike you, I can do something about my…needs without having to rely on the mercy of others.” As she said this she pulled her legs up under the board, letting my thighs take her weight as she slid slightly to the left, rubbing up against me and clearly enjoying the sensations. “Which is a good thing, because as far as you’re concerned the only, and I do mean only, chance you’ve got of any relief is those three… magic… words.” Again she tapped along in time and again I felt my whole body shiver.

“Still, while you’re here, I might as well make use of you. Hmm, what to do….? Ah, I’ll tell you a story, no, better, I’ll tell you the future.”

“Whose?” I grunted, fighting to keep my hips still as she started sweeping her free hand over my hips, ribs and stomach again while the other busied itself with seemingly random touches between my legs, the thick denim of my jeans turning what should have been a delicious caress into a frustrating, fleeting sensation.

“Why mine of course!” She grinned, “after all how would I know anyone else’s future?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I could take a pretty good guess at what’s in yours right about now.”

Mary laughed and ran a single delicate finger in a straight line from my throat to my waist. “Promises, promises. Besides, it’s only prophecy if you can say what someone else is going to do, and I’m gonna tell you exactly what you’re going to be doing about thirty minutes from now.”

She paused, gathering her thoughts before starting her ‘prophecy’.

“You’re going to try to jump off that bench in a single smooth motion, intending to grab me, scoop me into your arms and take me to somewhere a little more private. Only, as you won’t be your usual thoughtful self you’re going to forget your legs have gone to sleep from being in one position for so long and the only thing you’re going to grab is floor.” Mary lifted her fingers to the crown of my head and started running her fingers down through my hair, stroking with a touch so light she didn’t even touch my scalp.

“You’ll look up at me from your hands and knees, thoughts of revenge burning in your mind while you wait for your body to co-operate. That might take a few minutes so to keep you from getting bored I’ll stand astride you and give those helpless ribs a good going over. You’ll go down to the floor, flat out on your belly as you find yourself overcome with those little tickles racing up and down your sides.” Her hands reached my ears and started rolling the very edge of them gently between thumb and forefinger.

“Of course, by then you’ll have regained enough control to wait until you know you can stop me before even trying, so you’ll take more tickling than you perhaps have to as you wait. Then you’ll roll over onto your back, your knees coming up to slide under my ass as you lift me off and make it back to your feet. You’ll get behind me, hold me close and look over at the wonderful array of torture instruments here, trying to decide which one you’re going to use to teach me a lesson.” As she said the last her body shuddered and I felt her squeeze me with her thighs, her eyes locked on mine as she watched my reaction, her fingers never stopping their teasing journey.

“After a few seconds you’ll decide what you want to do to me in retaliation needs privacy, and walk me out that door,” here she gestured to the main door with a casual wave of her hand “down the corridor, up the stairs and into your room. You’ll throw me on the bed and pull out that evil little toothbrush of yours, the normal one not the electric one, the one with the really stiff bristles, and start to scrub away at my bare soles, sending that brush right between my toes almost immediately, not giving me any sort of chance to prepare.” By now her hands had reached my shoulders and she was occasionally interrupting her monologue to give me quick, sweet, and above all, frustrating kisses.

“When you’ve got me hollering for mercy, you’ll switch over to the electric toothbrush, going after my arches with the first brush as the new one takes its place between my toes. You’re going to feel that familiar rush of power, that desire which threatens to take you over, forcing you to shove it back down again, for the time being at least.” I was finding it hard to draw breath, her touches were lighting me up like a Christmas tree, little sparks of erotic energy flying from her fingertips to my skin as she went. The world started to shrink, the edges of my vision going dim, as she seemed to become brighter.

“Then, once you’ve got me thrashing about like a fish out of water you’re going to strip me naked, just by grabbing onto one bit of cloth at a time and letting my own movements pull it off me.” Mary was really getting into her storytelling, her body grinding into my legs and lap as she started to build towards the inevitable. Her hands by this time were moving over my chest and I could feel each individual muscle tense and relax in turn as she passed over them. Everything else in the room was effectively gone by this point; only she remained glowing as bright as the sun before me. And it was then, in that moment, I realised how I could start my own revenge a little early.

“You’ll ditch the brushes and go exploring with your own two hands as I bump and grind helplessly into the bed.” Mary continued, her eyes fluttering shut, her right hand moving quickly to my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and massaging my now aching member as her left toyed with my ribs.

“You’ll tickle me with one hand skirting the tops of my thighs while you strip with the other…ohhh” Mary moaned as I felt a shudder pass through her and she adjusted her weight slightly on my legs, building towards her peak.

“You’ll slip inside me while your hands scrape and scritch over my hips, my waist, my ass and my stomach, taking me from behind and staying still, letting me do…ah… all the moving as you….ohhhh yes…. provide the motahhhvation, the only sound my laughter and you purring just like you are now.” Purring? Shit I was too, I hadn’t even realised it as she worked me over. Damn she was good. Now I was aware of it I dropped the pitch of my voice, turning the purr into a growl and sending a shiver of pleasure through Mary’s body at the sound.

“Yes my love, you’ll take your….. mmmmmmm …. pleasure as you push us both onwards towards as we bohhhhhhhth build towards out climax…” Mary was bouncing now, small hops that drove her core down into me on every bounce, her thighs trembling as she fought to hold off her own peak.

“Then finally you’ll feel my body tense, I’ll grip you….” Her hand tightened around my manhood and she started to gently work it up and down.

“…squeeze you…” Mary’s breathing was ragged, her eyes closed as she matched actions to words. I knew I was only seconds from the point of no return myself and that what I had in mind would be just as cruel on myself as it would be on her. Still, I couldn’t let her have things all her own way now could I?

“… and milk you until…” She started racing her hand up and down, her thighs squeezing me so hard I could feel my own muscles protesting at the pressure.

“…you just explo..”

“Okay, okay I quit!” I groaned, the feeling of disappointment racing through my body tempered by the look of shock in her eyes.

“W… What?” Mary gasped, her eyes snapping open, her hand still locked around me but still now.

“I quit, you win.” I said, unable to keep the tremble of desire from my voice. “You know the rules, one of us quits and you’ve got to stop.”

“But…. But… that’s…. I mean…. You want this too, right?”

“Yes, of course I do. But you see my love, there’s something I want more than the world’s best hand job right now.”

“And that is…?”

“I want to see you squirm. And to see how accurate your prophecy is of course.”

Reluctantly, very reluctantly Mary undid the restraints around my hands and released the stocks. I pulled my arms down and my feet clear, then stayed in the sitting position on the bench as I waited for the feeling to return to my legs. She was right, I thought, if I had gone for her I’d have just collapsed. Instead I waited patiently, Mary standing just behind the stocks, making sure to keep something substantial between us so I couldn’t jump here right there and then. I had something else in mind though.

After a few minutes I got tentatively to my feet, stretching to get rid of the last few kinks in my shoulders and back as Mary backed up a little, her eyes never leaving mine as she tried to anticipate when and how I’d make my move. With one final push I worked the last crick out of my neck and started to walk towards her, then past her and on to the door. Reaching the corridor I looked back at a very confused Mary and grinned. “You coming or what?” I asked.

I saw the light of comprehension dawn as Mary realised I was playing her at her own game and she almost ran to join me. Her hands slid around me from behind, fingers landing splayed on my ribs and stomach as she dug in. I didn’t even try to fight this time but just let myself go, enjoying the feeling of this incredible woman pressed against me as her hands poked and prodded some of my more sensitive areas. Slowly I started walking, giving Mary time to adjust and keep her rhythm while moving with me, heading down the corridor towards the stairs, my laughter steadily increasing as she kept finding new spots on my ticklish body.

Anyone walking down the first floor hallway would have been treated to a very odd sight indeed as we made it to the top of the stairs. By now I think everyone in the hotel had gotten used to an almost constant background noise of squeals and laughter, so the gradually approaching noise filtering up the stairs wouldn’t have been a huge surprise. The sight of a very attractive woman crouched over, her hands busy on an almost-helpless body below her as it tried to crawl up the stairs however might have attracted some stares.

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My legs had given out under Mary’s constant tickling on the landing and, still annoyed by the tactical use of our safe words she hadn’t let up. Somehow though I managed to keep going crawling on my hands and knees up the last few steps to the corridor and wriggling my way along the carpet like a snake until we reached the door to my room. I felt a hand dip into the pocket of my jeans and Mary swiped the card key through the door lock, pushed the door open and kept right on tickling me. I didn’t even have to stop but pulled myself over the threshold and on towards the bed.

“Ohh, now where do you think you’re going, huh?” Mary teased, kicking the door shut behind us and dropping onto my back, effectively pinning me down. “I haven’t finished with you yet, not by a long shot.”

I didn’t reply but somehow kept moving forward, every muscle straining with the combined effort of withstanding the ticklish assault on my sides and moving both mine and Mary’s bodies along from a less than ideal position. Thankfully I didn’t have to make it all the way to the bed, my eyes were locked now on my target and I knew in my heart I could make it.

“Why fight this?” Mary asked, and I could hear the grin in her voice. “Even if you can get to the bed there’s no way you can get me onto it, you might as well just lie where you are and enjoy this…”

Again I didn’t answer, just kept moving forward inch by agonising inch. My vision went blurry as I felt tears start to come to my eyes, my ribs and lungs hurt from laughing so much but I was so close I could almost touch it…

“Tell you what, relax, give in now and I’ll just tickle you for five more minutes then screw your brains out right here on the floor.” Mary said, lowering her lips to the nape of my neck and planting a series of quick, tender kisses on my sensitive skin. “Wouldn’t that be worth just a little more torture?”

And then I was there, right hand wrapped around the hard plastic, a rush of energy passing through my body and I pulled my knees in under my body, toes pressed against the carpet. With every bit of resistance and will power I had left I managed for a few seconds to stop laughing and turned my head slightly to speak to her.

“Yeah it would but I’ve got a better idea…” I said, pushing up as hard as I could, lifting my own body and hers into the air and catching her off guard. I felt her legs slide out from around my waist as she tried to plant her feet on the carpet. For a moment I was holding her up on my back as she rode me. I bucked right then left, throwing her off my back to the carpet. Coming up into a crouch I dived on top of her, ending up with my legs hooked under her arms as I lay on her stomach, my face directly above her hips.

With my left hand I flicked the button of her jeans open in the blink of an eye, pulled the zipper down and slid both the jeans and her panties down to mid thigh before Mary could react. I planted my favourite toy in the crease between her right thigh and her body, thumbing the power button on as I did so.

Immediately the stiff bristles of the toothbrush whirred into life. Mary’s eyes went wide as the first ticklish sensation passed through her and then she howled as I started to move the brush over an area that, the only other time I’d ever tickled her there, had resulted in a bloody nose as her knee had met my face at speed. This time I’d learnt, and as my right hand kept moving the brush over her incredibly sensitive skin while my left blocked her legs as they jerked up towards me.

Mary’s reaction was staggering, her entire body writhing under me. First her arms would stiffen, fingers reaching out and brushing against my shins, then as they relaxed her head rolled backwards, her hair brushing my thighs as the wave passed on. Her shoulders arched up, then her chest and stomach, pushing me up with them as each rose and fell in turn. When the wave reached her hips it was almost as if it crashed against an unseen shore as first her hips then her legs thrashed helplessly until finally her toes would curl and relax, only for the pattern to start all over again at her fingertips.

It felt amazingly good as she wriggled against me, but it was getting more and more difficult to keep the toothbrush whirring away where I wanted it, and the gurgling laughter coming from my gorgeous victim was starting to worry me slightly, so I shifted tactics.

Keeping the toothbrush moving over her hips, thighs and the outer edges of her mound I threw my free hand out and pulled my kit bag closer. Flicking open an outer pocket I pulled a set of black restraints out, though these restraints looked rather odd. Made of soft, supple black leather with a fur lining they weren’t tied together but instead had what looked for all the world like a giant suction cup on the back of each one. The cuffs themselves were a simple buckle arraignment that let me slip them over her feet and down to her ankles quickly and easily before yanking the buckle closed. Repeating the action on her wrists I pulled my legs away from her body, shuffled round to her side and picked her up in my arms. I carried her over to the bathroom door and, with a fair bit of struggling, managed to get her left wrist in place. A tap on the valve at the top of the suction cup as I pressed her arm against the wooden doorframe and the air rushed out of the cup, forming a passable vacuum and locking her in place.

Now that I could use both hands to control her the rest was easy, and within a minute she was spread eagled against the doorframe, her arms and legs sucked down and held securely as she twisted and wriggled as best she could.

“Now that’s a tempting sight.” I said, pulling back slightly to admire her as I tried to slow my heartbeat down a bit. “Guess you need to work on your fortune telling skills though my dear, didn’t see this coming did you?”

Mary stopped struggling and looked straight at me. “No, I’ll admit this wasn’t quite what I thought the future had in store. What are these things?”

“You like? Someone mentioned them to me a couple of months ago and I’ve spent a not inconsiderable amount of time tracking down a set. The suction cups are basically vacuum sealed to the door frame, you’re not going anywhere until someone releases those valves.”

“Ah ha, and as you’re the only one here, I assume you want something in return for that small favour?”

“Well… now that you mention it…” I replied, moving to stand directly in front of her, my hands travelling freely over her sides and flanks, remembering what her light, delicate touch had done to me so recently. “Yes, I do want something, your permission actually.”

“Permission for what?” Mary groaned, her shoulders shaking slightly as my hands got within the barest fraction of an inch of her breasts before turning aside to stroke round her sides and down her spine.

“To try out a… let’s call it a gift… on you my love.”

“What… mmmm... what sort of a gift?”

“Ah, therein lies the catch, it’s a surprise and it will push you right to your limits, that much I’ll guarantee.”

“Ahhhhhh.” Mary moaned as my hands kneaded the tops of her thighs, my wrist brushing between her legs. “I… I don’t know, with whgggggaaaa, oh that feels soooo…. mmmmmm... what you’ve put me through already, I don’t know how much more I can stand.”

“That’s too bad” I grinned, moving my hands down as I knelt before her. “You see, one way or the other you’re going to let me do exactly what I want. If you’d been sensible you could have avoided this.”

“Avoided what?”

“Well, it strikes me that considering everything that’s been done to you today, you haven’t exactly received much attention to anything above your calves and below your waist. I think it’s time we corrected that little oversight, don’t you?”

“NOOO! Please, you know what… come on, don’t do this… please don’t.”

“Why not my love? You can’t possibly be that ticklish can you?” I asked, as my fingers went to work. For all of three seconds, then I pause and looked up at her.

"Well, this just won't do will it?" I asked as my hands ran over her thighs. "All this denim is just going to get in the way won't it my love?"

"If you say so..." Mary groaned.

"Good, then if you'll co-operate for a moment we can do something about that." I replied, reaching down and unsnapping the cuff around her right ankle. To my amazement she simply lifted her leg off the floor and held the pose, waiting for me to help her slide the jeans down and off her. Moving quickly I did as she wanted, then secured her ankle in position and did the same with her left leg. When we were done Mary was once again spread eagled on the door frame, though now naked from the waist down. She looked gorgeous and I couldn't resist caressing her skin, running my lips over her thighs and waist with a multitude of quick kisses, accompanied by an almost steady stream of groans from the beauty stretched out above me.

Finally I got down to business. My hands moved to the inside of her thighs and started to poke and prod their way over Mary's skin. The reaction was immediate as her head started to thrash, her long hair whipping through the air as the tickling overwhelmed her already hypersensitive body almost immediately.

"Nononononono.... come on, noooooo, please...." She moaned, wiggling her hips in a manner intended to attract my full and undivided attention. It almost worked, as I lent forward, my hands still tickling her thighs as I placed my lips on her core, kissing her gently, softly, a touch that was designed to excite her but not provide any real satisfaction.

"Come on.....pleeeeeeeee, ahhhhh no..... nononotthere, NOOOO!!!" Mary yelped and bucked as my fingers found their way up to the crease between thigh and body, digging in with evil intentions.

"You know what you've got to do my dear. If you want this to stop, just say yes..." I murmured against her, knowing I had a trump card up my sleeve that was almost certain to break her.

"Nooo... I can't, I ohgodohgodoh....naaaaahhhhh, I won't...." Mary stammered, and I felt her body tremble with desire as my tongue poked and prodded her skin.

"Won't? That's a very strong word my love, and not a particularly clever one under the circumstances. After all....." I teased, letting my voice trail off as my hands slipped round to focus their tickling touch on her backside. "I know where it tickles..." I sang in a schoolyard rhythm.

Mary went nuts, arcing forward and, in the process, pushing my face in between her thighs as she tried to escape my searching fingers. Not that it would do her much good of course as I simply followed her, running my fingers down both cheeks, scritching and scratching at the very tops of her thighs and generally doing everything in my power to turn her into a broken mess.

Then, the coup de grace, I reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled a slightly rumpled, but still perfectly serviceable, feather from it's hiding place. I never even gave her time to see it, just slipped it behind her back and wormed the plume down between her cheeks.

"YARGHHHHH!!!! NO!! NO!! Okay, OKAY, I'LL DO IT, JUST STOP!!!" Mary howled, the unexpected attack catching her off guard and breaking through her defences far faster than she'd have guessed possible.

“Hmm? Sorry what was that, I wasn’t paying attention.” I said, hooking a hand around her waist to hold her steady as the feather flew over that perfect backside, running down to tease the outer edges of her pussy before pulling back.

“St…st….stahahahahahahah” Mary laughed, unable to do much now but laugh, gasping for air as she hung limp from the restraints, the suction cups proving more than strong enough to support her.

“No, didn’t quite make that out. You wanted more?” I asked, running my stubble over her thighs as the feather kept on dancing over the curves of her ass.

“…..” Mary’s eyes were screwed shut, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air, fingers clawing at the door frame, her body and mind totally overwhelmed.

“Come on love, just one little word that’s all I need to hear.” I teased, bringing the feather forward. While I might lack Mary’s seemingly supernatural touch with anything with plumage I made up for it in effort. The soft fronds were suddenly dancing over her slit and nub, sending jolts of pure pleasure through her at the same time it tickled her into insanity. I saw her take one big gulp of air, force her eyes open and force one word from her lips. “STOP!!!” she yelled and immediately I complied.

Grinning I released the suction cups from the door frame and removed them from Mary's limbs before pulling her into a caress, wanting to reassure her that she didn't want me to do. She looked up at me and I saw something in her eyes then that almost moved me to tears, a simple, honest and total trust that nearly broke my heart yet at the same time made me feel as if I could take on the world.

"Come on love, I think you're going to like this." I said, leading her to the bed. I guided her down and slowly stripped her of the remainder of her clothing. Once she was totally, gloriously naked, I quickly followed suit, stripping out of my own clothes and lying next to her, running my hands over her flesh as she did the same to me. Once I was sure she was as relaxed as she was going to get that night, I reached down and pulled the silver box from under the bed where room service had left it. Opening the top I showed her the contents and her eyes lit up with a combination of lust and fear at what exactly this ultimate tickle toy would do to her.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked, nothing in my tone but total sincerity. "If you're not just say the word."

"No! No, I'm, fine, I know you'd never do anything to hurt me.'" Mary replied, never taking her eyes off the box. "I'm just wondering if I can take that without going insane."

"Don't worry lass, if I can't break you then I'm sure this will be a walk in the park for you."

"Maybe..."

"If it gets too much, just tell me, alright?"

"Alright."

"And you're sure..."

"Yes I'm sure! Now are you going to fuck me with that thing or not?" Mary asked, a grin on her face as sat up and trapped my lips for a long, passionate kiss.

"Fair enough" I gasped, as we pulled apart. "Give me one minute to set this up.”

Reluctantly I slid off the edge of the bed, plugging the power cord into the nearest wall outlet and, with the device held below the bed, and out of Mary’s eye line, wrapped my hand around the metal and turned it on. One by one I switched the various settings on, wanting to make sure I not only knew how it worked but that it wasn’t going to do anything to hurt her. I was stunned by just how accurately it was compared to my original idea, and found I could work it without needing to refer to anything, so close were the controls to what I’d pictured in my mind. Once more I riffled through my kit bag before lying back down on the bed. My head was resting on Mary’s stomach, left ear flat against her skin as I watched her legs twitch slightly as my hands ran down the length of her thighs to caress her already-wet centre. I slipped a pillow under the small of her back, propping her up slightly to let the new toy do its work.

I draped a silk scarf over her hips, then lay the long, flowing feather on top of it. Those I’d use later, but right now I was eager to see what her reaction would be to a more direct stimulation. Quickly I poured a generous quantity of lube over the metal and gently slipped it inside of her. To my amazement there was virtually no resistance as she easily accepted the six-inch shaft with a moan that sent every nerve ending in my body on edge. For a moment I thought about asking her again if she was sure she wanted this, but I knew from past experience that Mary wasn’t a woman to change her mind once committed. Taking a deep breath I switched the vibrator on.

The reaction was immediate as Mary arched up, her arms stretched out above her head, exposing her armpits to both my view and my touch. Later I thought, right now I wanted to concentrate on what was about to happen. I let her calm down from the initial shock, then pressed the second switch on the control box. A low buzzing noise filled the room and the arms attached to the dildo moved slowly outwards, the tiny motorised brushes on the ends of those arms searching for their targets.

Almost simultaneously both brushes touched Mary’s waiting body and she almost hit the ceiling so violent was her reaction. The bottom brush had wormed it’s way in between the cheeks of that perfect backside and was driving her insane from the very first touch, but that wasn’t what had caused such a spectacular reaction. No, that was the top brush, which had touched down squarely on top of her clit and was now, with a motion far lighter than any human could consistently manage, sending shockwaves of ticklish delight through that nub of nerve endings and on into the rest of her body.

The combination of teasing and tickling through the rest of the day had left Mary almost in a permanent state of intense arousal and this was far more than she could stand. After only a few seconds she drew in a deep breath, seemed to pause for a second as every muscle tensed, then screamed as she came, pushed quickly over the edge by the devilish device within her. Immediately the brushes turned off, the vibrations following a few seconds later as I grinned to myself. It looked like this thing really did work as I’d imagined it to, and that meant Mary was about to have one of the most intense rides of her life.

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The first orgasm really didn’t do much more than take the edge off and within a minute she was wriggling under me, wanting the machine to be turned back on, wanting to feel that pleasure again. Well, I’m nothing if not considerate, and with a quick flick set the second of three cycles in motion. The brushes and vibration started back up, Mary giggling and moaning as the brushes passed over her ass and pussy, the build-up this time far slower than before as I watched her body start to move in time to the vibrating pulses passing through her. Despite the more sedate build-up, she was quickly at the edge again and I felt fingers tangle in my hair as she felt herself reach that moment of unbearable delight just before crashing over the lip of the wave.

Only for the vibrator to stop. I had both hands on her soft thighs when it did, wanting to make sure she couldn’t accuse me of doing anything, though I suppose from one point of view it was all my fault as I’d dreamt up the device in the first place. I flipped over, cushioning my head on my right arm, which in turn was draped over her stomach as I drank in the shock in her eyes, the frustration and the desire.

“Come on…please… turn it back on.” She panted, wiggling her hips to try and find that last little bit of stimulation.

“Nothing to do with me love.” I replied, reaching up over my head and picking up both the scarf and feather. “You see, until I decide you’ve had enough, the machine’s going to be keeping a close eye on you so to speak. It’s got some basic sensors in there that pick up on the signs of an imminent orgasm and give you a little breather. Oh it’ll tease you, delight you and torment you, but it won’t let you come until it gets to stage 3. And that only happens after it’s denied your pleasure five times.”

Mary’s eyes were locked on mine, looking for any sign I was lying, that I was somehow orchestrating all this despite all appearances to the contrary. But there was no such reassurance to be had and now, finally, she realised what she’d let herself in for. Right then the machine kicked back into life, though now using only the vibrator and lower brush, her clit remained un-stimulated as the rest went to work.

I added to her troubles by running the feather gently over her upper body, long generous sweeps that had her giggling in seconds, though now the giggles were being buried under the sounds of her increasing frustration. The moans, groans and grunts coming from her throat built quickly, only to turn into a frustrated howl as the machine shut down again. While the machine shut down, I didn’t, and I kept running that long, soft feather over her skin, concentrating on her perfect breasts, dabbing the end over her nipples and revelling in the whimpers that rose from this ball of sexual frustration that lay beneath me.

Again the machine came to life, this time using only the vibrator although the increased volume suggested it had switched up a gear. Mary’s reaction certainly matched that assumption, her hands clawing at the sheets as her entire being cried out for release from this maddening cycle. I turned the feather in my hands and rolled it time and again over her rock hard nipples, sweeping it up the curves of her breasts to touch her throat, flicking the fronds over her, ears and face.

Mary was beyond words now, beyond reason and rational thought. All that was coming from her mouth was a mix of swearing and the occasional burst of giggles as either my feather or the brush found a particularly sensitive spot only for the erotic impulses to drown the ticklish ones out. Yet again the machine shut down just before she could climax, leaving her gasping, the sweat pouring down her body, eyes screwed shut as she screamed in frustration.

Quickly I shifted tools, taking the scarf in my hand and running the delicate silk over the same route the feather had travelled. This didn’t tickle at all, instead it bestowed a stunning tingling sensation I knew Mary adored, though I’d never seen a reaction like this as she writhed to meet the tantalising presence as it passed over her stomach and sides, studiously avoiding those spots she wished it to visit.

The buzzing resumed, but now the device was only using the bottom-most brush and the result was a pure erotic tickle that left Mary babbling uncontrollably, I could make out maybe one word in twenty as she stared at something only she could see. While a part of me was in heaven watching her like this, so far beyond control she looked almost primal in her need, the sight was just too tempting and I moved up slightly to lap at the undersides of her breasts. Moving slowly, having to concentrate hard as she bucked and writhed under me, I worked my way around Mary’s breasts, wide circles that were gradually contracting with her hard nipples at the centre.

Whatever god watches over these things was definitely with me and my timing was perfect. Just as my tongue reached that darker flesh, Mary arched back, anticipating the touch and the device clicked off. Taking my cue I pulled away, returning to my position lying on her stomach. For a timeless instant Mary stayed suspended in mid-air, her back arched as she held herself on trembling arms before flopping back onto the bed, too stunned to even talk. Her entire body trembled like a bow string under tension, her eyes wide, chest heaving as she panted with desire, fingers clawing at the sheets, legs pumping slowly in the air. She looked… beautiful and I shifted slightly in preparation for my role in this final round.

The device clicked back in, and now only the brush over her clit and pussy was active, the small arm moving it around, back and forth, back and forth, visiting every inch of her ticklish, desperate mound but always returning to that nub of flesh that had to feel as if it were on fire by now. Taking my cue I reached out, dropped my hands on her breasts and started swirling my fingers over her skin, tickling without rhyme or reason, not caring where my hands touched or didn’t touched but revelling in Mary’s response.

The sound was like nothing I’d ever heard before, a high pitched laugh that seemed to drop to an almost bass-like groan then bounce right back up to laughter every few seconds, with a constant mix of giggles, screams, howls and moans adding their own peculiar harmonics to the moment. Her head arched back and I moved up, latching my mouth to her throat and kissing her, nuzzling against her skin as I kept tickling her, fingers moving ever faster, faster, faster…

She tensed under me, there was a click and deep hum from the device as it turned the vibrator on full, then with a scream I was sure could be heard on the other side of the planet Mary finally passed over her peak. Every muscle seemed to pulse in unison, she thrashed and writhed and it was all I could do to hang on and keep tickling her, pushing her onwards as the machine within her sped up as well. Just as the first orgasm subsided a second one overtook her, pushing her to a different level and I heard the sheet rip as she tore it apart.

Not even that was enough though, and before she could react the device threw all it’s settings to maximum, not even giving her time to start coming down before pushing her into her third and most devastating orgasm. I felt the strength rush out of her, her body sagging back to the mattress as she lay, exhausted but still locked in the moment of her pleasure, her mind almost short circuiting from the sensations but her body too tired to react to it. Reaching down I flicked the machine off a little early, afraid of what the forth and fifth orgasms would do to her and gently pulled it out of her. I brushed the toys off the bed and pulled her into my arms, wrapping her in my embrace as I waited for her to focus on me.

It took five minutes, and I was starting to worry when she finally blinked and realised I was there. “That…. That…” she gasped, pulling a shaky hand up to my face and sliding it through my hair.

“I think the phrase is Ticklegasm my love.” I smiled. “You like?”

“Ohhhhh yes.” Mary moaned, pulling me closer still to whisper in my ear. “I’ve never even dreamt that was possible. It was… I don’t know, I can’t describe it.”

“Don’t try.” I whispered back. “I know, the look on your face said it all.”

Mary didn’t respond to that, not verbally anyway. Instead she moved her lips to mine, kissing me slowly, tenderly, before curling up against my shoulder.

”Well, I know this much…” she murmured, already drifting off to sleep as her body demanded some down time. “I can’t wait to do that to you.”

“Umm, I don’t think they do a version for guys.” I replied.

“Of course they do.” Mary said, reaching out to caress my aching member. “It’s called me.” She gave me a quick squeeze then slipped her hand around me, pulled me close and drifted off to sleep, leaving me staring at this amazing woman and wondering what the future may hold. It was almost an hour before I finally fell asleep beside her.

Mary groaned beside me as a rapid, though polite, knocking echoed through the bedroom and I couldn’t help but mirror her. A quick glance at the alarm clock showed it was early enough to be the next day, though not by any civilised measure. In virtually perfect synchronisation we turned towards each other, nestling closer in an attempt to pretend we hadn’t heard a thing, and for a few seconds blessed silence reigned once more. Then a more insistent knock rang out and I couldn’t help but mutter to Mary under my breath, “Suddenly I heard a rapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. But why couldn’t they do it a bloody decent hour?”

Mary giggled against my shoulder and playfully ran her nails down my back, sending a shudder through my body. “You’d better go and see who it is, might be important after all?”

“Me, why don’t you go? You’re closer.” I grumbled.

“By all of two feet. Besides, it’s your room and you’ve got a robe handy.”

“It’ll fit you too you know.”

“But it’s still your room, now scoot.”

“I don’t know, tickle a woman into hysterics just once, they think it’s great fun. Do it twice and they’re ordering you about like you’re married.” I joked as I reluctantly clambered out of bed and grabbed the robe.

“Hey, be nice or I’ll start asking about baby names.” Mary threatened, and I fell to my knees by the bed, hands clasped in prayer as I stared in mock horror at her. “God, no, please! Anything but that! The horror…. The horror.” Mary dissolved into giggles and resorted to throwing a pillow at me to stop the horrible Marlon Brando impression dead in it’s tracks. Resigned to my fate as a door opener I padded over, flicked the lock off and swung it wide while screwing a slightly annoyed look on my face.

“Took you long enough.” John joked, stepping forward to stick his foot in the door and stop me shutting it in his face. “Anyone would think you’re entertaining in here.”

“Yeah, well it takes some time to get the harem out of sight you know? What can I do you for at this stupidly early hour?”

“Actually,” came a soft, female voice from the corridor and Elizabeth stepped into view, “it’s what we can do for you.”

“Ah ha, why do I get the distinct impression there’s a real big hook coming at me and I just can’t see it yet?”

“Because you’re paranoid and compulsive.” John replied.

“Or compulsively paranoid.” Liz added.

“Who told you to say that?” I asked, looking furtively around the room.

“God, do you lot get all your jokes from Babylon 5 or what?” Mary called from the bed, sitting up now with the sheets pulled up to her throat.

“Ah, there’s a surprise,” John grinned, “and no, we get the bulk of our jokes from The Goon Show, it’s philosophy that comes from Bab 5.”

“Besides,” I laughed, “you were the one that got the reference.”

Mary looked skywards and sighed, a faint rustle of silk telling me she’d just put something back on under the sheets. “Someone remind me again what I see in this guy?”

“I’d guess a real big…” John started only for me to cut him off.

“ANYWAY, all kidding aside, it’s very early, or very late depending on your point of view, so shall we cut to the chase here? What exactly do you guys want?”

“Why…” Liz said, slipping around John’s not inconsiderable frame and slinking up to me. “You of course. Both of you to be specific.” She slid her arms around my neck and fluttered her fingers over that little spot at the nape of my neck, trying to distract me as John walked casually further into the room.

“And you want us for….?” I asked, squirming despite my best efforts to the contrary.

“Well, eventually we want your help with a little project, but right now, I think we’ll settle for a good old fashioned double header tickle fight!” Liz said, slipping a leg behind mine and tripping me backwards, following me down and sitting on my stomach. I heard a muffled squeak from behind me and managed to roll my eyes up far enough to see John wrap the sheet around Mary, flipping her so that she was lying face down wrapped in the linen with only her head and feet exposed.

Which left me with two problems. In the long term I had to figure out how to help Mary turn the tables, but my more immediate priority had to be to get away from Liz. Unfortunately that was going to prove to be more difficult that I’d anticipated as I felt her wrap her legs around me, sitting a little higher up than I would have liked, more towards the top of my stomach than my waist as her thighs flexed against my ribs. Aside from the rather major drawback that she was doing a pretty good job of squeezing the air out of me, she’d also managed to rob me of any real leverage to throw her off and I realised pretty quickly I was in trouble. That was confirmed a few seconds later when, satisfied I couldn’t easily escape, Liz reached out and slipped her hands under the cotton robe, her fingers slipping easily into my armpits as she went to work.

Her touch was devastating, on a par with Mary if she was using the stiffest feathers in her arsenal and there was no way I could hold back. Instead I dissolved into hysterics, bucking and writhing but never managing to get enough momentum built up to actually throw her off me. Mary’s laughter joined mine as John went to work on her exposed feet, and I could just make out the rough, firm motions as he poked and prodded her helpless soles that, I knew, would be crinkling under his touch as she tried to escape.

Dragging my attention back to my own issues, I scrambled to come up with a plan. While I had any number of toys with me that would have helped me escape Liz’s near-crushing embrace there was the minor problem of them being in my kit bag which was at least five feet away. It might as well have been five miles for all the headway I could make in my current position.

As Liz switched her seemingly random attack to a drum beat against the tight skin of my ‘pits, desperation started to overtake me. If I didn’t find a way out of this right now, I’d have no energy left to even make the attempt, and if that happened I was totally at this woman’s mercy. Then it hit me, a flashback to one of many cold, lonely and frankly horrible hours spent in the school sports hall attempting to do gymnastics and about the only thing I was ever any good at.

Planting my feet on the ground I forced my arms up over my head, knowing it would give Liz that much more accessible a target but banking on her reading it as a gesture of submission rather than a final act of defiance. My palms found the floor and with one huge push I came up off the ground, bridging off feet and hands and lifting Liz up with me. My back was screaming from the sudden stress but it only had to last for a moment. Shoving up and forward with my arms I collapsed onto my shins, ending up kneeling with a very surprised Liz still wrapped around me. I fell forward, and suddenly she was the one that was on the bottom, still hooked around me but in a very compromised position. Something I took full advantage of as my fingers found her ribs through the thin t-shirt.

Almost as a reflex action she jerked, squeezing me so tightly I thought something was going to pop, then relaxing as she my fingers moved on. In that moment I lifted back, slipping out of the vice-like grip of her thighs, letting her legs fall on top of her. As fast as I could I flipped her over, making sure she ended up lying flat on the floor, her shock at what had happened and how quickly the tables had turned working in my favour for now. I locked my legs across hers, pulling her ankles up into easy tickling range and clamping down with my left hand and leaving Liz helpless, vulnerable and at my mercy.

Not wanting to waste any time I raked Liz’s soles with the hardest, most excruciating ticklish touch I could manage, and instantly she howled with laughter, her fists literally pounding the carpet as she twisted and writhed in my grasp. I looked up and watched John’s reaction as he saw his wife being tickled into insanity and his concentration wavered just a little.

Continued

It was all the opportunity Mary needed and with one quick tug she had her feet free and her legs pulled up inside her cocoon. John made a fatal mistake and reached in under the sheet to try and pull her out and I saw Mary flex, her legs trapping the probing hand and yanking it forward. John was already off balance and fell forward into the bed. Mary popped out of the other end of her linen prison like a cork from a bottle and what seemed like an instant later had her legs wrapped securely around John’s head, holding him securely in place as she wrapped his flailing hands in the sheet, tying it in a knot that seemed to pass through itself more times than the natural laws of time and space would allow. By the time she was done John had effectively lost the use of his hands and was held immobile by the smothering presence round his head. I wondered idly if he knew just how good his captor looked with a man held prisoner under her, red silk underwear setting off her pale skin perfectly. Just for a moment I felt a tinge of jealousy, wishing it was me that was on the receiving end, then I came to my senses and concentrated on my own prisoner.

Over the course of the next ten minutes we did every nasty, evil trick we could think of to make Liz and John scream, and for the most part we succeeded admirably. Mary was concentrating on John’s stomach, chest and armpits with a couple of feathers she’s pulled from the pillow stuffing, while I used fingers, lips, mouth and even my two-day old stubble to send Liz on a quick guided tour through the first few levels of tickle hell. At the end of those ten minutes both of them were hitting new peaks of silent laughter, shaking and shivering at every new touch, and giggling even when nothing but air caressed their ravaged bodies.

"Alright, let's give them a minute to catch their breaths." I said, somewhat reluctantly.

"Awwww, but it was just getting interesting." Mary replied, with a pout that was so over the top I couldn't help but laugh.

"Now now my dear, we'll give them a chance to explain what they wanted, it's only fair after all. Of course if they just came here looking for a couple of easy targets..."

"Then we tickle them till dawn."

"Now that sounds like a plan. So, you two want to tell us what's going on, or shall we just skip all the small talk and get on with it?" I threatened, flicking my nails over Liz's captive feet for emphasis.

"Eeeep! Okay, okayokay, we just wanted your help." Liz yelped, twisting away from the touch.

"Our help?" Mary asked sceptically, "You've sure got a funny way of asking for it."

"Well you..." John started, only to dissolve into a giggling fit as Mary dug into his armpits.

"I believe your young lady was talking, just stay quiet there's a good boy." She teased, clearly enjoying the power she had over her latest victim. "You were saying my dear?"

"We, mmmapppphhhh, we wanted you to help us give someone a birthday present." Liz giggled as my fingers kept working on her soles.

"Come on now," I said "you can be a little less cryptic than that surely. Tell you what, would it help if I stopped tickling you?"

"Yes!" Liz almost yelled, as my nails found a particularly sensitive spot on the arch of her right foot.

"Okay, Mary, if you'd do the honours."

"With pleasure..." Mary purred, reaching down and worming her fingernails into John's vulnerable 'pits. He started laughing almost before she touched him and within seconds had his face buried in the carpet to try and muffle the noise.

"Now then, you were telling us what this was all about?" I asked pulling my nails away from Liz's soles.

"Wait, why are you...?"

"Why's the tickling goddess to my right tormenting your hubby? Just think of it as taking up the slack that leaving you untouched causes. Don't worry, she'll stop as soon as we're satisfied you've told us the truth."

Liz gulped and rushed into her explanation. "Okay, this girl, I think you know her, Tracy Carter?"

"Yeah, I know her, nice lass though a little too... controlling for my tastes."

"Well, you know how she set up Simon and Sarah a few months back?"

I grinned at that, it had become a legend already in the tickling community, a truly masterful bit of work and one that had panned out very nicely, with the couple in question announcing their engagement a couple of weeks ago. "Of course, but what's that got to do with us?"

"Well Simon and Sarah asked us if we'd sort out a little 'lee session for her, something a bit different. They were meant to help us out but they're stuck in London thanks to the rail strike and couldn't make it here. We need a couple of extra bodies to give her the full experience and thought you two might be up for it."

"How? And I'd keep your answer succinct, I'm not sure how much longer John can last and Mary's only just getting into her stride."

"She's in her room, tied up on the couch and just waiting for someone, or several someone's, to drive her nuts. Oh, and the room's pitch black and we want to tickle her in silence if we can, you know, a sort of sensory deprivation thing?"

I gestured to Mary and she backed off John's 'pits. "So what do you think my love, should we help 'em out in this noble quest?"

She threw me a grin that would have worried sharks. "Ohhhh, yes. Sounds like fun to me anyway. Besides, I think this one's about broken." She said, gesturing at John's panting form beneath her.

We climbed off our respective captives and gave them a few minutes to catch their breath while we changed into something a little more suitable for stalking around a hotel. Following them down the hall and up to the second floor we finally entered a room that was indeed pitch black. We all stood still for a minute, waiting for our eyes to adjust and eventually I could just make out the vague shapes of the beds, the walls nearest us and the sofa at the far end of the room. I could also just about make out a gentle rustling of someone struggling in the darkness.

Slowly, carefully we moved forward, John leading the way with Liz following, then Mary and I brought up the rear. We all had a hand on the shoulder of the person in front and John managed to make it through the room without tripping over anything or walking into a wall. As we were all barefoot there was precious little noise to give Tracy any idea of where we were or what we were doing, and while I'm sure she knew there were people in the room she couldn't have known how many, or what exactly we were up to.

Reaching the sofa we spread out, John staying at her feet, Mary and Liz taking up station along the front of the sofa and I made my way behind it. Thankfully the back cushions were fairly low and I found I could bend over them relatively comfortably while keeping most of my weight on the floor. I reached slowly down until I could just make out something warm under my palms, not quite touching her, not yet, but close enough she had to know I was there.

For over a minute I stayed like that, barely breathing in the dark as everyone else moved cautiously into position. The air was charged with anticipation, the rustling of bonds silent now as Tracy froze, not wanting to give us any clue as to where she was, knowing what was about to happen but not making it easy for us either. As the seconds dragged on I started counting down from thirty in my mind and reached five before the first muffled scream burst form our victim.

I dropped my hands down and felt myself blush in the darkness. The unmistakable outline of a bra cup rested under my fingers and I felt the soft yielding flesh under my already flying fingers. I briefly considered moving my touch elsewhere, but the fact of the matter was that in these circumstances it was going to be pretty hit and miss to not touch her somewhere... inappropriate. In the brief moment it took for that thought to pass through my mind Tracy had gone from a calm, quiet prisoner to a thrashing, squealing lightning blot. Her body bucked, writhed and twisted to try and escape the forty fingers currently flying over her flesh, but every movement that pulled her away from one set of hands simply pushed her more firmly into the grasp of another.

If it was difficult to guess which of several different ticklers was having the most effect under normal circumstances it was almost impossible in the pitch-blackness. But as the minutes wore on I started to adjust, and while I had no idea who was doing what to the rest of her body I did figure out what I was doing to her when she really started to thrash. Her biggest weak spot seemed to be just under her breasts, the very top of her stomach and the gentle down sweep of those firm globes sending her into hysterics every time I fluttered my nails against her skin. Throwing caution to the wind I placed my palms on her waist and walked my fingers up her stomach, scritching and scratching up her breasts, circling her neck and dropping back down again.

Time and time again I ran my hands up that now well-travelled road, enjoying the muffled howls and the feel of Tracy's flesh under my hands. Then, as I wiggled my fingers over her hips and started my journey back to her throat I felt a hand close over mine. It was definitely female, which limited the choice to two, and the lack of a ring made it a pretty good bet it was Mary's. For a moment I wondered if she was going to object to the intimate nature of my tickling, then I felt her grip relax and her hand shift to lie alongside mine.

Slowly I traced my way back up Tracy's body, Mary following my motions as best she could, working from a combination of her own intuition and by resting her fingers on mine as we traced up the ticklish body lying helpless before us. When Mary reached the same spot under her victim’s breasts and dug in Tracy bucked so hard I thought she was going to break her bonds, or possibly the sofa, as Mary's longer fingernails raked across her skin. To my astonishment I felt Mary reach further up and roll the cup of the bra down, exposing Tracy's left breast completely. From the shriek that followed I guessed that in fact the underside wasn't the most sensitive area of Tracy's breasts after all.

Leaving Mary to her fun I skimmed my fingers over the curves and contours of Tracy’s body as I waited for inspiration to strike. The gentle, maddening touch must have been terrible for her as if I didn’t know what I was going to do next, then there was no way in hell Tracy could know either. Over the gentle bumps of her ribs I travelled, down over the curve of her hip and along her smooth thighs. I paused over her knees, swirling my fingers over the top of first her right knee, then her left, only to find that Liz had beaten me to it and was busily tormenting the underside of each in turn. For a moment our hands touched and intertwined, only the cool metal band around her finger letting me know who this was. While her free hand kept twirling in the hollow of Tracy’s knees Liz’s fingers wrapped and twisted around mine, rubbing and kneading the small patch of skin between my thumb and forefinger. It felt wonderful, as if every muscle in my body was being massaged at once and every last once of sensation distilled down to it’s purest essence and concentrated in that one small spot.

Her fingers traced around mine, and I felt her feel for the wedding band that would have told her it was John she was playing. When she couldn’t find it she gave one last roll of her fingers that made my knees go weak then pulled back, both hands settling onto Tracy’s body once more. Slightly shakily I made my way back up, my nails flush against her skin I travelled along her ribs, up to the delicate hollows of her ‘pits, only to find myself beaten to my intended target once more as Mary’s fingers slid in just before mine. Cursing under my breath I kept moving, sliding my fingers along the edge of her collarbone, feeling her shrink away from the contact as her laughter grew ever more desperate.

Now I had a clear goal in mind I ran my hands quickly up her arms, stopping finally at her wrists. While the rope that bound her was slightly in the way there was enough exposed skin for what I had in mind. Placing a single finger against each wrist I started pattering down on her skin like raindrops on grass, never letting more than a single finger touch her at a time. Tracy’s whole body seemed to start shaking, a rapid side-to-side motion that within seconds had her shifting with such force at so quickly I heard the occasional grunt from the other ticklers as they fought to keep her still for their own explorations.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity I shifted round, kneeling at the end of the sofa and while my fingers kept up their pattering rhythm sucked Tracy’s fingers one by one into my eager mouth, running my lips and tongue down each in turn. Every time my tongue touched the skin at the base of her fingers Tracy would groan gently under her breath, the sounds of her pleasure almost totally drowned out by her laughter. I nibbled the skin between her thumb and forefinger, the same spot Liz had so recently shown me how to stimulate, and the effect on Tracy was no less devastating that Liz’s attentions had been to me.

Despite everything that was being done to her, she somehow managed to regain control long enough to stroke the fingers of her free hand down my cheek in a touch that was more erotic than I’d have believed possible. Turning I caught the hand in mine and kissed the palm, making a mental note to try this with Mary at the earliest opportunity. Bringing my hands down flush against her skin I started to run my fingertips down the length of her forearms, swirling around the crock of her elbow before returning to her wrists. The burst of laughter that resulted was far too loud to be caused just by my teasing efforts and over that sweet song I could just make out the rasping of lips against skin. I heard Liz murmer something in the dark, and John was still down at Tracy’s feet, so it had to be Mary bringing her mouth into play, probably against that tempting tummy. The irony of the situation was starting to frustrate me, here I had the most freedom out of any of the four of us, yet all the best ticklish spots were taken. No matter what I tried I knew someone else would be able to trump it with relative ease, and that was ever so slightly annoying. I’m a poor looser at the best of times, and now I felt the urgent need to change the rules of this particular game.

I grinned in the dark as a truly evil though occurred to me. Even as the plan formed in my mind I knew for certain I'd pay for it at some point down the line but it was too good a chance to pass up. Feeling my way around Tracy’s wrists I traced the soft rope that bound her hands to the arm of the sofa and started to work at the knot.

It wasn't the easiest of jobs, especially as I hadn’t been the one to tie her down in the first place, but eventually I felt the rope fall away from her skin and had to scramble to catch it before it hit the ground. Placing my hand over her crossed wrists I held her down gently and she quickly got the hint, forcing herself to lie as if her hands were still bound. Reaching down I felt my fingers brush smooth, silky hair and carefully felt around her head and face until I found the leather buckle of the gag. Releasing that proved much easier than undoing the rope had been and within seconds the gag was just sitting in place. Keeping my hands on hers I lent down, found her ear and whispered "Have fun." before standing up and letting her loose.

Moving as quietly as I could I made my way around the head of the sofa until I was behind the two woman kneeling on the floor. The first hint I had of anything out of the ordinary was Mary's squeak of surprise.

"Hey, that's me!" I heard her whisper, obviously convinced it was one of us that had tickled her. Unfortunately of course she'd know given her position away to Tracy and seconds later there was a burst of laughter from my sweet Mary as she felt long, feminine fingers poke and prod at her side.

"Hey, Liz, that's me! Stop!" She yelped.

"What? I'm not touchinnnnnnnooooohahahahah" came the reply as Mary retaliated for what she was convinced was an unprovoked attack. The two girls dissolved into laughter as Liz shifted her own tickling attentions from the supposedly bound and helpless victim to Mary. After a moment indulging in the sweet sound of the rising laughter of the two women I realised with a start I could just about make out their outlines as they moved. That gave me a good reference point for the rest of the room and I decided to really chance my luck.

Shuffling sideways I moved silently to a position just behind the wriggling Liz, reached around her and tapped Tracy's thigh once in a movement I knew to be hard enough to attract her attention. Then I 'wrote' using my finger on her bare skin a simple brief message. Making sure of my target I reached out and tapped Tracy once more then dived down and hooked Liz's ankles in my grip. In one quick motion I pulled her legs up onto the sofa, leaving them in perfect position for John's questing fingers to latch on to while Liz's body ended up practically lying in Mary's lap.

Obviously Liz had to have a pretty good idea what was going on but with Mary still convinced she'd been unfairly targeted Liz was barely getting chance to draw breath, let alone try and talk to anyone. I felt someone slink past me and a few seconds later a third voice added to the wall of laughter bouncing around the hotel room as Tracy got her hands on John.

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The problem was simple enough; no one knew who was where or who was under their fingers at that moment. More importantly, with Liz still able to get her hands up to tickle Mary no-one dared stop their own attacks to try and defend themselves for fear of letting go of the wrong person. The noise was incredible, as shouts, giggles, screams, howls and outright laughter bounced off the walls of the small room. A fourth voice was suddenly added to the mix and I guessed John had managed to get a hand behind him to try and dissuade his attacker.

Unable to resist temptation I shuffled my way right and, going off sound more than vision managed to position myself behind Mary, her laughter as unique an identifier to me as her face. A couple of steps backward and I sank to my knees, then laid out flat on my stomach, legs stretched out and far away from anyone else in the room. I crawled forward, the dim outline in front of me enough to guide my actions. As I'd hoped, Mary was kneeling down, her feet behind her, the soles facing the ceiling and I just reaching out to them when a better idea struck me.

Another few inches forward brought her soles directly under my face and I bent my neck, sucking her toes up into my mouth and lavishing my attentions on them. Sucking on each toe in turn, running my tongue over her soles I worshiped her feet in the dark, adding a heavy erotic undertone to her experience. I heard her moan even with the current hysterics from everyone else, and unable to resist I slid my hands forward, up her calves and back up her thighs, slipping my hands under the waistband of her jogging bottoms and twirling my fingers over her hips, waist and the top of her ass. Immediately she giggled and twisted, at once enjoying the sensation of my tongue over her feet and yet fighting the laughter my teasing touch was producing further up her body.

How long that went on I don't know, no-one seemed in much of a hurry to stop despite the fact that everyone except me was now getting tickled, and I sure as hell wasn't in any rush to stop lavishing attention on my sweet. Eventually though I realised that if I didn't do something we were likely to stay like that until dawn, and while the idea held a certain appeal, without at least a couple of hours sleep none of us would be fit to walk the next day, let alone enjoy the last day of the meet. I got carefully to my feet and felt along the wall until my hands found the light switch. Flicking it on I stared at the scene revealed before me in amusement.

The look on John's face was priceless as he realised it was his own wife he'd been tickling the bejesus out of, more so when Tracy rested her head on his shoulder and gave him a knowing grin. Liz herself was lying half on, half off the sofa, her hands above her head as she kneaded Mary's ribs, her hips still jerking from the memory of John's fingers flying over her soles. Mary on the other hand had a faraway look in her eye, her toes still curling and uncurling in a manner that I didn't think had anything to do with the tickling, her body twitching seemingly at random.

"Wha... what happened there?" John asked, still looking around.

Right at that moment I figured answers could wait, I couldn't take my eyes off Mary and the look she fired at me as she met my gaze was enough to make the rest of the world switch off. "Umm, tell you what, why don't the three of you figure it out and let us know in the morning, we really ought to be heading back to our room, not as young as we used to be, need our sleep, you know how it is." I rattled off, not caring at that moment just how obvious I was being about my intentions.

Without a word Mary stood and padded over to me, stepping into my waiting arms and pulling me into a kiss that threatened to knock me flat on my back. When she finally pulled back it was with a need, a longing in her eyes that I'd never thought I'd see on any woman's face, certainly when it was directed at me, and all thought fled as I scooped her into my arms and headed for the fastest possible route back to my room....

"Mmph" I mumbled into the pillow, twitching as my mind tried to get the body back into the land of the living.

"MMmmpphhh!" I groaned as another twitch ran through my body and this time I picked up something odd, a light little touch that seemed to go along with the twitching.

"Rrggggghhh" Now the touch was stronger, more demanding and I felt myself being pulled reluctantly from the warm fuzziness that hovered over my brain. My hands grabbed the pillow, lifted it slightly and dropped it back on top of my head as I tried to stay in the land of the not awake.

"Mmmppwha?" I jerked as the touch focused on my soles, which I slowly realised were dangling outside of the sheets, the slightly chill air in the room brushing across them.

"Wha..wha'sit?" I said as I twisted around to see what was going on. The sight that greeted me was enough to bring me fully awake instantly. Mary was sitting on the end of the bed, her legs folded under her as she ran her fingernails up and down my soles, tickling me awake.

All thoughts of sleep fled my mind and, with surprising grace considering the circumstances, turned and launched myself at the grinning tickle fiend in front of me. We went down in a tangle of arms and legs, my hands wrapped around her ribs as she flicked her nails down my chest and stomach.

"Ahhh, oh... that feels great hon, but we really ought to be moving." Mary moaned as I stroked the flesh over her ribs with the pad of my thumb. "Besides, you could do with a shower." She laughed as she said it and I had to admit she was right.

"Good point well made." I conceded, "Don't suppose you'd care to join me?"

"Sorry lover, but if I'm not downstairs in twenty minutes I'm gonna loose my chance to get my hands on that delectable Amy again."

"Ah, a noble cause indeed. Wait, twenty minutes, what time is it?"

"Just gone midday, so you'd better get a move on if you're still thinking of revenge."

"Oh hell, okay, you remember the plan?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll see you down there." I said, barrelling towards the bathroom. Setting what may possibly have been a new speed record in the process I showered, changed and even managed to grab a little breakfast before heading out the door, downstairs and into the main hall. Just in time too as the previous demonstration was just finishing, leaving a six foot plus guy with a build that screamed athlete literally in tears as a particularly sadistic pair of ticklers finished working over his toes with what looked like an entire ostrich’ worth of feathers. I might prefer being a 'ler to a 'lee, but I'd been on the receiving end enough to imagine what that had to have felt like and I couldn't help but wince. As he was released and made his way, somewhat shakily, to an overstuffed armchair to recover the two girls left the stage and Mary took their place.

I swear I heard every jaw in the place drop, and no wonder as I found myself wondering is she'd been sewn into her outfit. Well, the more rational part of my brain though that anyway, the rest was joining in the mass drooling with everyone else. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, the only makeup a blood red lipstick that lent her an air of menace and sent a shiver down my spine. Her body was encased in rubber, a skin-tight cat suit that left no-one in any doubt as to what every line, every curve of her body looked like. Someone had spent a hell of a long time polishing up the rubber and it seemed to suck in the light, lending her an almost ethereal quality as she stalked the stage, eyes flashing as she seemed to challenge the whole audience at once, totally confident in her power over them.

I felt my heart beat faster as her gaze fell on me, and just for an instant her expression shifted, still powerful, still very much in control, but the cold, aloof look vanished to be replaced with something warm and inviting. I swallowed hard, this was a side of her I'd glimpsed before, usually when she was tickling me into a quivering mess on the floor, but never had she let it come to the surface quite as blatantly as this and it was a tremendous turn-on.

The lights dimmed and a single spotlight stabbed into the darkness. Into that pool of light stepped Amy, and for the second time in as many minutes I heard jaws hit the floor. Thankfully (for me anyway) my libido was still fantasising over Mary and what it'd be like to run my hands over her rubber-clad form, which left the more logical, rational parts of my mind to deal with Amy's appearance.

Where Mary had gone into total dominatrix fantasy territory, Amy was the very image of modern office chic. Short grey wool skirt that came about halfway down her thighs, black silk stockings encasing her legs and three-inch high stiletto heels, which made her slightly taller than Mary. Above the waist she wore a tight white blouse, the material thin enough to hint at the dark outline of her bra, a grey jacket over the top. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders and some very subtle makeup finished the job, and the end result really was stunning.

Amy was, to my surprise, not doing what I'd seen every other volunteer doing and putting a brave, defiant face on proceedings. Instead she looked terrified, her eyes wide as she stared out into the darkness. I wasn't buying it though, after seeing her reactions the day before, not to mention the devastating session she'd put me through at the start of the weekend, it just didn't track with what I knew of her. It had to be an act, and a long, close look at her body language more-or-less confirmed that.

Another spot light blazed into life, illuminating what looked for all the world like a collection of scaffolding poles welded together into a frame maybe four foot high at it's tip. Four thick steel legs dropped to the floor where they'd been bolted down to make sure the device couldn't move no matter how much its unfortunate victim thrashed. The legs were connected to a rectangular frame with a multitude of poles criss-crossing seemingly at random inside it. Sitting there gleaming in it's spotlight it looked distinctly threatening, the sort of device built out of necessity and designed to torture. Now Amy's act wasn't quite as forced, and I caught a slight shake of her head as she gazed at her destiny.

Without a word Mary came up behind her and led Amy over to the frame and directed her into position lying face down under the frame. Mary took a small black briefcase from beside the frame, opened it and started to pull the leather cuffs it contained into position. One set around her victim's ankles, another on her wrists, then a thick padded strap went around her waist. Amy was starting to look genuinely worried at this point, wondering what she'd let herself in for, and wasn’t reassured any by the leather collar that was snapped around her neck. Designed to stop any possible head movement it reached all the way up her throat to her chin and down to her shoulders, locking her head in one position very effectively indeed.

From the depths of the briefcase Mary pulled several short lengths of chain, throwing them around the frame and connecting each end to one of the two loops either side of each restraint. After she'd Secured Amy's arms and legs to the top of the frame, Mary stepped back for a moment, seemingly admiring her handiwork. Amy was still lying on the ground, but her arms and legs were stretched above her, her arms almost straight up, her legs curling back as if in a hogtie. Left like that Amy would have been almost helpless, but Mary wanted to really go for broke.

Turning she scanned the crowd until she saw me, not the easiest of tricks in the darkness outside of the spotlights, and beckoned me onto the stage. There was a collective gasp and giggle from the crowd as they realised what was about to happen, if not the details then the general impression that what goes around had just come around. I knelt down on the far side of the frame, slid my hands under Amy's body, which wasn't exactly a hardship I had to admit, and lifted her up until she was a good foot, maybe a foot and a half off the ground. Mary quickly locked two more chains onto mounting points on Amy's 'belt' and gave each a quick tug to make sure they were secure. The final touch was two short solid metal poles at the front of the frame that clipped into the rings on Amy's collar, effectively locking her in her central position with very little movement available to her.

Mary stepped back and nodded in my direction. Very carefully I let my arms drop until I felt Amy's weight settle on the chains, alert for any signs of distress from either the frame or its victim. Hearing nothing I slid my arms away and waited a few seconds, ready to dive back in and scoop her up if I had to. But the frame worked as advertised, supporting its burden beautifully without even a creak. Its victim was also silent, though I suspect that was down to her collecting her strength than any indication of acceptance of her position. I stepped back and let Mary go to work.

To my surprise she didn’t immediately start tickling the living daylights out of her victim. Instead she started securing a handful of straps around Amy’s thighs and knees, adding a little more support for the poor girl while, at the same time, removing any chance she had of moving her legs. It also had the side effect of pulling Amy another few inches off the ground. The end result was that Amy really couldn’t do much more than simply hang there and take whatever Mary decided to dish out, the best she was going to be able to do was swing in her restraints a little, and that wasn’t going to be enough to throw Mary off.

Adding to the already spectacular sight was the simple fact Amy wasn’t wearing leather, pvc, rubber or any other sort of ‘traditional’ bondage gear. Instead she really did look like an everyday office worker kidnapped for use in some villains diabolical plan. Well, almost, she looked a little too good in her outfit to match that image perfectly, but I didn’t hear anyone complaining.

Mary moved down and lent on the edge of the frame, her long legs stretched out behind her as she reached forward and casually flipped Amy’s stilettos off her stocking-clad feet. Still in the same not-a-care-in-the-world pose she moved her fingers slowly, delicately over the tempting target in front of them, a soft, delicate touch that was only a taste of what was to come. Amy meantime was already giggling under the unexpectedly gentle tickling, her mental preparation for a quick trip to tickle hell blown away by this unconventional approach.

With Amy suitably distracted I crouched down in front of her, sliding my legs under her body and worming my way down under her body. There wasn’t a great deal of room, and I’m not exactly the smallest guy on the planet in the first place, but I’d wanted the gap to be as small as possible while making sure she wasn’t actually resting on me. That way, if anything went wrong, either Amy would drop right onto me with only a few inches worth of acceleration, or I could easily reach up and support her if need be.

Amy’s eyes went wide as my head came level with hers and she saw the long blue feather I held between my teeth. I saw her try and shake her head, but the collar stopped that movement before it even begun. “No, nonono, please not that.” She begged, flexing in her bonds as best she could in an attempt to get away. I grabbed the feather with my right hand and gently teased it down the front of her blouse.

“Oh yes, yes I think ‘that’s’ sounds just about right. After all, it’s only a harmless feather, right? And I think in this case, turnabout’s definitely fair play. Now be a good girl and start laughing…” I said, slipping the feather between the buttons of her blouse and letting it run over her naked flesh. Amy screwed her eyes shut, trying everything she could to hang on, to hold back the laughter that threatened to overwhelm her. Grinning I pulled the feather further down her body, running the delicate fronds around her stomach, a slightly faster version of the long, lazy spiral she’d inflicted on me when she’d had the chance.

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“NO!” She screamed, realising at once where the feather was heading. “Not there, anywhere but there, please, pleeeeeeeehse.” The very tip of the feather had caught the outer edge of her navel and a shocked squeak escaped before she could stop it. I paused for a second, looking up at her until I saw her eyes open, her attention entirely on me now even though Mary was still gently teasing her soles.

“Alright, I tell you what, I’ll stop using the feather in exchange for…. oh, let’s say more direct access to your flesh.”

“Whaahaha… what do you meeean?” Amy asked, and I was sure she knew exactly what I meant but didn’t want to agree to it if she didn’t have to.

“What I mean is I’ll put the feather away if you’ll agree to let me open up this delicate blouse of yours, it’s getting in the way.” I saw her hesitate, knew the thoughts that were going through her mind. Normally I’d have felt awful for coercing someone like this, but the fact of the matter was she’d tickled me wearing nothing more than underwear for well over an hour in front of the same group of people, and that kind of tempered my conscious somewhat. Impatient I gave the feather a gentle flick into her navel.

“EEEEE! NO! Okay, okay okay okay, just don’t use that feather, please, I’m toooooooahhhhh, tooo ticklish for thahhahahat.”

I didn’t say a word, but placed the feather on my own stomach as I reached up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. From my vantage point I could see everything from throat to waist, but I left the blouse hanging loosely around her body, blocking the view from the audience. Theatrically I held out the feather to my side, clear of the frame and out of Amy’s eye line. There was a single brief tug and I let go, the feather being carried up and away by it’s new mistress who hadn’t made any deal whatsoever with her prisoner.

An instant later Amy started to howl, wiggling as best she could in her bonds, as Mary used the quill end of the feather to scritch away at Amy’s stocking covered soles. The poor lass went nuts, her eyes bugging out from the sharp little point passing over her most ticklish spot, body jerking uncontrollably and, in the process, providing me with some very interesting views. More importantly, even in her bondage she had just enough movement available to cause her blouse to twist and shift away from it’s modesty covering position, and Mary grabbed the table ends, pulling as much of the material up behind Amy’s back as possible before securing it in place somehow. Amy suddenly found herself not only being tickled silly but also very naked from the waist up, only her lacy black bra protecting her modesty.

As alluring as the sight above me was, my entire body, my very soul was crying out for retribution and I locked my hands around her bare ribs and dug in. Immediately her laughter changed, heading up in pitch to a more desperate tone, her eyes flicking open and shut so rapidly it must have been like watching the world through a strobe light. Despite this incredible reaction there was something I’d longed to try ever since I’d clapped eyes on her. Reaching out I wiggled a single finger into Amy’s belly button.

“AHHHHHH! NONONONO! You promised! YOU PROMISED!” Amy screamed, her entire body going stiff as every single muscle tensed at once.

“Actually, I promised I wouldn’t use a feather for this. I think I prefer the more personal touch anyway…” I tailed off as I resumed my probing, my other fingers flitting over her stomach with abandon.

“Buuuuut, stooooooooaaaaahhh, noooooooooo, ittick… ittickheheheheh… it tickles!”

“Of course it does sweetie, that’s the point.” Mary said from above. “Still it could be worse, I could be doing this…” So saying she slipped the feather into the collar of her cat suit, reached back and pulled her ponytail over her shoulder, taking the end of it in her hand like a shaving brush and lent over so she was right next to her captive’s feet. Taking my cue I eased up on my belly button tickling, letting Amy calm down a little, giving her a chance for a breather.

Not a long chance though, as barely five seconds later Mary struck, running her ‘brush’ over the trapped toes and soles of her prisoner.

“OhmyGOOOOOOOOOOOD!” Amy cried. “What is thahahahahahahah?”

“Wash and go. ” Mary quipped. “I washed it, and now you’re going to go, insane that is. Come on little girl, you’re not laughing enough.” So saying she nodded to me and I picked up the pace on Amy’s navel again, and the sounds that we pulled from her were the most breathtaking I’d ever heard. Her voice ran the entire range from deep bass rumble to a high-pitched shriek of sheer tickle torment, yet it never lost its musical quality and for the next few minutes we played her like the finest Steinway, having the time of our lives tormenting Amy and sending her into hysterics.

Finally we eased off, again giving her a chance to catch her breath as Mary returned to her gentle foot tickling and I stopped all together. Looking up at Amy panting above me I waited almost a minute before speaking.

“Awww, poor thing’s all tickled out.” I teased. “Does it hurt lass?” She couldn’t answer; she didn’t have the strength to. “Oh dear, if you can’t tell me it must be hurting a lot. Hey, I’ve got an idea, why don’t I kiss it better?” So saying I started to move further along under Amy, my legs sliding either side of Mary’s as they came out the far end of the frame. Reaching up I latched my lips squarely around Amy’s oh so tempting belly button and started to lap away at that sensitive skin.

Now she lost it, her eyes rolled back in her head and any laughter that emerged was silent. Almost instantly Mary started back with her feather, this time running it up and down Amy’s sleek toned legs, using the stiff bristles to make the maximum possible impact through the silk. Connected to her stomach as I was, I could actually feel every laugh, every gasp for air, every missed breath as Amy’s body heaved for release, for mercy, for someone, anyone to act as her white night.

But there wasn’t a single person in the audience who’d want to stop this. As we worked Amy into her very own private tickle hell those watching couldn’t quite believe what they were seeing. The ‘lers were all flexing their fingers, desperate to get their hands on this ultra sensitive woman, the lee’s were all wishing it was them tied, helpless and at our questionable mercy. Those that considered themselves both were asking the same question I was, would it be better to be free or chained for this particular little scenario? I knew, without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, I’d rather be the ler here, the look on Amy’s face was enough to convince me of that.

We heard the one-minute warning from John and went for the big finish. Mary brought the feather back up and started to work it in between each of Amy’s toes in turn, while my hands stole down to her thighs and started spidering up and down against the silk, my mouth still locked on her belly as I blew raspberries against her supple skin, luxuriating in the ripple of her stomach as she tried to laugh, tried to beg, tried to breathe.

At the thirty second mark I brought my left leg up and slid it tight in between Amy’, remembering the state we’d left her in the last time we’d played and wanting to reward her both for her incredible performance now and the courage and strength she’d shown then. Amy gasped as she felt my thigh touch her panties, and my left hand, the one furthest away from the audience, rose up, caressing her hip and round to lay a fingertip just on the side of her clit. The audience were counting down the last few seconds and then, with one final florish from both Mary and myself, Amy jerked so hard in her bonds I was sure the whole frame would collapse, let out one great gasping sigh and climaxed.

We did our best to hide her reaction, not wanting to give anyone too much to letch over, and we did a surprisingly effective job as we kept tickling her past the time limit, making her twitches and groans seem entirely related to our fingers on her most ticklish spots. I dropped my leg down and moved back up so I was on eye level with her when she finally returned to earth. Her lids opened slowly and I saw an exhausted but extremely satisfied soul looking back at me.

“Thank you.” Amy whispered.

“Well, it didn’t seem right to leave you hanging twice in a row.” I whispered back. “Talking of which, give us a minute and we’ll have you out of here…”

About two hours later John and myself were just finishing up tidying away the last of the debris of what everyone agreed had been a damn fine weekend. I wondered idly what the cleaning staff would make of all the little things that would undoubtedly get left behind, and whether we'd be allowed back the next year. I threw the last of the kit into its bag and slung the bag up onto my shoulder.

"Well, that went well." I said, taking a last lingering look around the hall.

"Yeah, I don’t think we'll have any trouble filling slots on our local meets any more." John joked. "Just a shame we can't do this every week."

"Are you insane?" I asked, shock in my voice "Much more than a couple of days of this a month and I think I'd be dead, not to mention the organising, transport, rental costs..."

"Yeah, yeah, okay. You've made your point." John laughed, "and you're right, we'd be out on our feet."

"Would be fun though..." I grinned, turning and heading out into the car park, the chill air nipping at my face and arms as the last rays of daylight started to slip behind the hills.

"Hello, you got a passenger?" John asked, looking over towards my car where Mary was leaning casually against the door.

"Umm, well, yeah actually." I stuttered, still a little afraid to voice the thought in case doing so caused me to wake up. "We talked about it last night and decided to give it a go."

"Hey, congrats man, about time the two of you worked that out." John grinned, then stopped dead behind me and slapped his head.

"Huh? What's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh...nothing. Just didn't learn my lesson, that's all." He muttered and a flash of intuition hit.

"Let me guess, Liz bet you we'd get together by the end of the weekend, right?"

"Something like that."

"How much?"

"Hmmm? Oh, no money involved, but... ah, well..." he tailed off and I put two and two together.

"Ah, say no more. But look at it this way, if you've gotta go, go with a smile!" I grinned, as he turned towards his own car and the very smug woman sitting in the passenger seat.

"All ready?" A voice purred in my ear and I almost jumped out of my skin as Mary slid her arms around me.

"Yep, just let me throw this in the back and we'll be off." I said, leaning back into her caress and enjoying the feel of her body against mine.

"Cool. Oh, by the way, do you mind if we give someone a lift?"

"Of course not, who and where?" I asked.

"That'd be me and Cardiff." A voice whispered from about an inch away from my ear and I jumped a second time as Amy's fingers danced over my ribs as Mary held me in place.

"Hey...come on, quit it." I yelped. "I said I'd take you so there's, yiech, there's no neeeed for this."

"Yeah, I know, but it's sooo much fun." Amy giggled, pulling back and walking towards the car.

"Did I mention Amy's going to take my spare room?" Mary murmured in my ear, her grip still strong around my waist.

"I think that may have slipped your mind lass." I said, mouth suddenly dry. "Sounds a good idea, just don't spend all your time drooling over the university guys she brings home."

"Hey!" Mary spun me around so we were nose to nose. "Why would I want to do that when I've got everything I want right here?"

I grinned like an idiot at that, a grin that was suddenly frozen on my face at her next words:

"Besides, look at it this way, with two tickle temptresses in the same place, we'll make every visit seem like a lifetime's worth."

Mary turned and walked towards the car, leaving me staring open mouthed after her. Suddenly the future was looking very interesting indeed...

Whoa......................
Is there more to this? I loved the part where u licked Mary's earlobe. Sensual, but still tickled. I LOVE IT!! I hope I get a husband like that. Finish it!! Finish it!!

Well.... there sort of is, and sort of isn't. The plan right now is to keep building stories around these characters (all of 'em, not just the two leads here) and then do another mass get together at some point down the road. That said, the next story to be written is going to have to be a continuation of Mary, Steve and Amy's tale I think.

So the good news is yes there will be a continuation of sorts to this. The bad news is I'm off on holiday for a couple of weeks to do the family christmas thing so odds are I'm not going to get the chance to write it before mid-January. Which might not be a bad thing as after working flat out the last two weeks to get this done I'm running seriously low on ideas, though reactions like this always provide lots of inspiration, thanks lass (umm, virtual mistletoe, I can get away with that, right?)

Actually, and this is going to sound real weird, I'm looking forward to seeing where these characters go. Yep, you got it, I don't know myself yet where this is going to end up, but damn if it isn't going to be fun finding out.

WOW!

I'm sorry I haven't been able to post a response to this story until now. It deserved a standing ovation the second it was posted. I loved every minute of it, all the elements of romance, torture, lust, anticipation. That Amy is one lucky girl Well done, my friend!

and to tommytkl for slogging through a rough draft and providing invaluable advice on where I screwed up.

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It's soo hard being the editor...
When I read the rough draft of the later half of the story, I kept thinking to myself...geez, this guy must love carpel tunnel syndrome, he just keeps writing and writing.
Actually the funny part is, with all the changes he made from my comments and his own twisted ideas, I had to re-read the whole thing!
Not that I am complaining...well except for worrying about his story breaking my email inbox size limit

The thing I liked most about this story is that you get right in flow with the current characters, like this is simply a middle story with a somewhat fuzzy beginning and oh soo many possible endings...

Tickle On!

Sorry for the delay in replying, currently stuck with a dial-up connection in the middle of nowhere on a PC so old it's still got the luggage labels from the ark. Oh, and while I remember, I'm afraid my web site's down for the next couple of weeks owing to a major hardware failure, so the link to the full version with back story of this tale isn't working at the moment. Sorry.

Tommy - See the trick is to make sure the fingers lock in a suitable touch typing position, that way you can just move your entire hand over the keys and keep going. Think the risk was worth it in the end though, now all I've gotta do is to start sketching out where the various plotlines are heading and that's 2004's ticklefic quota filled up

Morning Angel - Aww shucks lass, umm, don't quite know what to say, 'thanks' seems a little unimaginative really but 'tis all I can come up with. Though you might want to be careful about doing standing ovations around these here parts, that's a veeeery tempting target....

Hey BOFH666,
I just had to read this part again. I realized I missed some later pages.
I LOVED your rewrite of the sofa bondage scene...nice rework and keeping the tickling there going just a little longer that the "rough draft".
Oh and I love the ticklgams vibrator...very cool indeed.

LMAO... so THIS is what you were spending all your time writing, no wonder you were always so damn tired! Hell of a job though, pity the damn fine 2004 bit didn't pan out though Steve. Still, at least everything's archived here, now I can find out what you didn't want me reading!