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Purrrrrr my little Kitten.
Inspired by Ticklekitten,
written by Ticklishscribe
c.2005
I had recently finished putting some screaming Barbie blond chick through her torturous paces on the X rack and was now settling into the tedium of paperwork when she walked in. She had a look that grabbed me like the sailor who grabbed and kissed a stranger on VE Day. Pale skin, full lips, with an hourglass shape and a rather noticeable chest and what I could see of her skin looked exceptionally soft. She had more curves than Route 66 and when she turned her head, a sumptuously sensuous head of slightly wavy, long naturally auburn hair moved freely right down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. What was accenting her shape was the grey sleeveless t-shirt and the tight charcoal jeans. And I could plainly see those adorable feet as she was wearing only strappy white heels.
My mind was instantly in high gear as I suddenly realized that I had seen her before, but couldn't remember where. How could I not remember such a stimulating creature as her. But the fact was that I had seen her before, or at least a picture of her before.
"Excuse me, but I'm lost. Can you tell me where I can find Hot Rod's Auto Supply?
Auto parts! This classy chassis of a female Ferrari didn't need any parts, for she was a racy looking girl if I ever saw one. My mind was in overdrive to think of where I'd seen her before. Then it suddenly hit me that I had seen her in a yahoo messenger profile, the night before. This purring porche went under the name of "Ticklekitten" and I also remembered her from a group I'm a member of, called the Tickling Media Forum.
"Around the corner and a block back." I responded, my eyes burrowing in on her. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I surfed every inch of her body three times over so to not miss any details.
"I've seen you before." I told her, putting down the paperwork.
"ME?" She responded, shifted from one foot to another. "I've never been in this area before, nor a place like this before either."
"Sorry, I didn't mean here. I meant online on Yahoo messenger in the profile section and at the TMF."
She shifted from one foot to another again. "You're a TMF member?"
"I'm Ticklingnun on there. And may I say again Ticklekitten, that your cybering really gets me hot."
"You're ticklingnun?" She was really shifting now. My using her online name had really set her off to be nervous. Somehow I could tell that she hadn't met anyone from the forum yet, or any really serious tickling and bondage types for that matter
"Nice of you to happen by. You want to see my place while your here."
"Just what exactly do you here anyway, and you own it."
"I run a bondage, fetish club." I could see her really shifting now and so I had better act now, while I had the sudden opportunity. Seizing the day, I walked over and took her by the hand.
"Anything you do, read and/or see in clips and pics on the TMF site, we do here." At that moment, the screaming Barbie I had worked over less than one half hour ago walked by, continuing to shiver and shake, like she had been doing when I left her. It was not the advertisement I would have liked and Kitten's eyes were glued to her every move.
"See you next week Brandy. We'll hogtie then." I flashed a look at Kitten and noted that her eyes were as big as hubcaps. I wasn't sure but I think the word hogtie was going off in her head like a neon sign.
I escorted her into the main dungeon room and I could see her eyes were riveted on the X frame in the middle of it. She walked over to it, put her hand on it.
"Solid kevlar steel that." I told her. "Brandy who just left was on it. I had her bopping in no time."
"Bopping?"
I had the feeling that she was ready to bolt and run at the slightest anything and I had to keep my cool and be very careful in what I Said.
"Writhing, struggling etc. She was a real bucker, slamming her head and bum into the thick padding."
Her hand jerked away from the x frame and she turned sharply to look at me. Right away I could tell her story. Adventuress and teasing in the chat room and with postings and a great cyberer too. But this was TMF real life personified and the poor girl's psyche was having one hell of a conniption.
"What, what were you doing to her?"
She was now looking around the room at the other tools of my trade, going from the stocks to the chains and manacles on the wall and the bondage bed over in the corner. I watched as she approached me, but slightly angling toward the door. As she came up beside me I reached out and took hold of her right arm. My hand and the crest of the conniption must have touched her at the same time, for she nearly jumped out of that deliciously soft, sensuous and hopefully skin of hers.
"Same as in TMF, tickling. And she was extremely ticklish I might add. A real pleasure kitten."
"P,p,pleasure kitten?"
Kitten was on edge, and I could see another conniption building.
"That's what I call all my female clients here, pleasure kittens. And speaking of kittens Kitten, how about I see just how ticklish you are for real."
She was now facing the door in earnest and I had the feeling that if I let this mustang out of the paddock she'd run out of here like crazy.
"That's what she paid me for, to tickle torture her for one hour straight."
While she was still in movement I could tell that her heart was bopping like crazy inside of her.
So what's say, care to try out my bondage bed or x frame and do a little bopping yourself.? I'd love to get those heels off you and check out those feet. What are you, a size 8?"
"How do you know my foot size?"
I could see she was into her second full blown conniption and if there was ever a time that she would bolt it was now.
"Let's see, size 8. 8 1/2 inches long and 3 1/2 inches wide, making a for a total of 33 1/4 square inches of hopefully ticklish sole on each foot. That makes a grand total of 66 1/2 square inches. Cool."
I could see she was sweating up a storm at this point and very nervously shifting from one foot to another. Those shifting feet that I was really hoping to get my hands on. While I had figured the measurement of her feet in inches, I could see that to her the measurements were acres.
"Why doesn't she take advantage of our free introductory offer. One exploratory hour on the bed." Shannon my assistant stood in the doorway, blocking Kitten's only route of escape without meaning it.
"Yeah, you want to try the bed for an hour. Hot Rods is open till 9."
At this point the door was further blocked by my two other assistants Chelsea and Kara, who then along with Shannon walked in toward us. Kitten was almost having kittens as they approached her and I almost wanted to take her arm to reassure her.
"Come on Kitten." I prod. "One hour and it's free."
"Kitten!" Shannon repeats. "I like!"
"Yeah." Added Chelsea. "Tickle kitten perhaps?"
"That's her name in the TMF." I respond.
The girls crowd around you, stroking your arms and feeling that soft looking skin. I delight as you jump with each touch and I can tell that this is going to be one awesome hour. Chelsea and Kara kneel down and grab an ankle each and I come in to help Shannon with your arms. You begin struggling immediately and I also take great delight in that your writhing body is now pure pleasure in our hands. Lifting you up we carry you over to the bed and lay you on it.
"NO, NO I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! PLEASE NO, FREE OR NOT I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!"
Shannon and I take your arms above your head and then a lock your arms into the soft leather cuffs. Meanwhile, Chelsea and Kara do the same with your ankles.
I smirk and then laugh wickedly. I take great delight in that my laughter send shivers up and down your spine and watch as you continue to writhe and beg for your freedom.
Shannon waves a black cloth over your face and you realize that you are about to be blindfolded. Shaking your head violently, you beg not to be blindfolded, but Shannon ignores your pleas and wraps the cloth around your head. Now your head moves everywhere, and I can tell that you are trying to find even the slightest crack in the black silk. My hand grazes your bare shoulder and you jerk as though you've been hit with a few volts of electricity. I smile slightly, pleased with your reaction and graze the same area, getting the same result.
"We shall have fun this hour Kitten." I see you jerk at my words and watch you squirm again, as if trying to blend in your exquisite body with the mattress. I note to myself that my fingers will really enjoy exploring you, and before this hour is over your entire body will be tickled senseless.
"PLEASE NUN! I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Of course you do sweetheart. You want me to find out where you're ticklish for real. Shannon will you wheel over the pleasure chest and the tickle trunk. I want to get this kitten purring with laughter."
"PLEASE NUN! I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Listen pussycat, we have cybered so much and I have ached to get you in person, I am not about to give up my ticklish booty."
I watch as Shannon opens the metal tool chests and turns her attention to the implements that we have for your tickling. I almost feel like taking off your blindfold, so that you can see her begin to lay them out carefully, so that each is easily accessible to compliment the precision plan that we have for tickling you. I watch with fiendish delight as she lays out several feathers in a row, followed by a couple of toothbrushes and a hairbrush. Finally she lays out and plugs in a massage vibrator; its head circular, with dozens of nubbly points on it. As she does this she speaks ever so softly, making suggestive comments about each item to tease you, but not enough to tell you what they are.
I look over at you to see you squirm once more and see your back arch slightly. As your back arches, your ribs begin to protrude and through your tight top and your nipples begin to show as well. I wriggle your left foot and this causes you to suddenly gasp for breath and your back arches again, ribs protruding.
"It looks as though I hold your sanity in my hands." I say with a giggle. "I am going to enjoy tickling you sensually senseless and I can only imagine what thoughts are racing through your mind right now. And I'lI now see this tree that you were telling me about. The tree of life you were saying? Well lets see if we can get some life out of it shall we."
I select what I consider to be my softest yet firmest feather but will not announce that I'm going to begin, as I'll let the feather do that in its own sensual fashion. Even with your sandal on, I let the feather explore your left foot and your laughter, which you try to hold back by biting your lower lip, starts to come out as soft jagged giggles. I flutter the feather around your foot like a psychotic butterfly, and as hard as you try to move your foot away from it, being tied down doesn't allow you this luxury. Now your whole body is in constant movement, and the giggles have suddenly been replaced by full-bore, hearty laughter. Between the gales of laughter you manage to push out the words "Oh shit!" several times.
"Awwwwwwww, does this tickle Kitten?" I ask.
For several minutes and agonizing minutes to you, I flit the feather over the exposed portions of your foot and delight in awesome reactions with each psychotic touch. My assistants crowd around you and watch with fascination as you violently and helplessly twist and turn in your bondage. I can see the looks of eagerness on their faces; an eagerness to tickle you, to get the foot that I am so enjoying at the moment.
Your head snaps from side to side and your bum repeatedly slams into the mattress as my feather continues to explore the foot of my dreams. But the time has come to explore your totally bare foot and I put the feather down and begin to unbuckle the strap of your sandal. Your foot spasms at my touch and again tries to get away, but I grasp the toes, holding it still and continue to unbuckle the sandal. I then let go of your foot and watch as it flails around.
"Careful Kitten sweetheart." I say with a giggle. "You'll throw your sandal off."
I note that you suddenly realize your sandal is loose on your foot and is dangerously close to coming off. Your foot stops flailing about and your toes now clench to keep it on, but I easily reach out and remove it. Immediately your foot flails about again and I pick up the feather once more and hold it next to it. As your foot flails about, it brushes against the feather and you let out a giggle and laugh of surprise. I once more grasp your toes and this time instead of the feather, I use the heel of your sandal and slowly stroke your sole from heel to toes. The heel takes a meandering path up your sole and instantly, screaming laughter rocks the room. Now I repeatedly stroke the heel of your sandal up and down your spasming sole and watch as you have one conniption after another.
"Awwwwwwwwwwww Kitten, does your own shoe tickle you? Lets try the other foot shall we?" I watch as you violently writhe the other foot as my left hand plays with the strap on the sandal. Unbuckling it, I loosen the sandal on your foot to watch you writhe it off. Immediately you clench your toes and I smile sweetly and evilly at the fact of how quickly you forget, that clenching is of little use to you. I playfully reach out and grasp your foot, wriggle it then let it go. Your foot jerks, your leg pumps wildly and you squeal.
"Well now, it seems as though I have your senses on the run and slowly being backed up against the wall. I must peruse this further." I reach out in a flash and wriggle your foot again. This time your jerking makes the sandal come off and instantly and again to my delight your foot flails wildly.
"Now who needs auto parts when I have your classy chassis to play with." I say. "And once again we've gone from idling fast to overdrive. You are such perfectly purrrrrrrring little kitten; maybe you'll swish a little tail for me sometime."
Once again you feel the heel of your sandal on your bare foot and you jerk wildly. I grasp your toes once more and continue the meandering motion and stroking with the heel. I love feeling your foot jerk and writhe in my grasp and hearing your full blown and hearty laughter, as I know that this is almost THE tickle.
"As you've said in chat sweetheart, your feet are a tickle hotspot and that's purrrrrrrrfectly ok with me."
I drop your sandal and you jerk as it hits the floor. Scrabbling ten fingers over both soles now I see you arch your back in the worst way and shriek with uncontrollable laughter. THE tickle is getting better and better I say to myself and I continue to scrabble all over. I turn my back to you and straddle your left leg and ankle. Cupping my right hand under your heel I firmly grip the foot and then slowly bring my fingers closer and closer to your now curling toes. There is such strength in your foot that I have to grip it harder and I wish I had another hand, so that I could bend your toes back as well. I begin to dance my fingers up and down the full length of your sole. Your reaction pleases me as I once more feel your back arch and hear your frantic, jagged laughter.
"Oh my God Kitten, you are just so sumptuously exquisite, I just may make you my own personal tickle toy." I can see by your reaction to the tickling, that that is the last you want to hear or be, but I find you too good to pass up.
The skin on your sole is just too soft to be believed and I consider your foot to be heaven sent. My index finger now meanders non stop up and down over your entire sole and your cackles of laughter delight me no end. Underneath me is the volcanic movement of your leg, as you violently struggle to free your foot. But this foot is mine I triumphantly say to myself, and all its ticklishness to go with it.
I look up and at the mirror I have conveniently placed, so that I can see your face and I see your eyes clenched tightly shut, and your mouth wide open with cackles erupting forth. You really are a ticklekitten and I am so glad that you popped in to ask directions.
"Lets see now." I say, stroking your sole further. "you were looking for Hot Rod's auto parts. Well you go down this street here." I add , turning your sole into a map, your toes being north. "And the you turn left here, then go up a block and oops, I missed the street. I guess I'll have to go around the block again."
I hear you cackle louder as I slowly circle your sole, the go back to the street the shop is supposed to be on.
"And you drive in here, and my, my the place is busy as all the parking spots are taken. No wait, that one way over there isn't." I zoom my finger over to the fictional parking spot. "Awwww it's just been taken. Oh well there's one over there." I zoom my finger again to another spot on your foot. "Awww that one's been taken as well. I might have to park out on the street."
I can see that you desperately want me to park period, to leave your foot alone and stop this tickling that is pure torture. But I can't resist another drive around the block which I know drives you crazy and around the bend as well. I stop at certain spots on your foot and wriggle my finger there to show you that the car is idling and waiting for the light to change.
"After we get the parts you need what's say we go for a long, long drive." I laugh as I say that, knowing that you will writhe even further to gain even the slightest chance at freedom. "I know a great little restaurant out in the country. Lets see, you turn left here." I stroke across your sole. "Take the highway onramp here, then go 35 miles east down highway 69 and take the Shiawassee turnoff." As I do this, I stroke in the directions of the map and find that my restaurant suggestion tickles your palette as you cackle loudly. Your whole body is constantly writhing and now the bed is rocking. I look in the mirror and see Shannon and Chelsea both stroking your forearms and watch as they jerk, trying to escape the bonds that hold them.
"Shall we take the scenic route home? I do so enjoy the Shiawassee Drive. One can get really lost and find one's soul there." As I say the word soul, I quickly and repeatedly short stroke the area of your arch my finger is on at that moment and you reply with some delicious and hearty cackles.
"Am I, pun intended, driving you crazy Kitten? Are you in ticklish overdrive by chance?" I continue to short stroke the very centre of your arch and then suddenly switch to your toes, tweaking them and watching them writhe all over. "Are your V tens here so ticklish you just can't take another more stroke? Well too bad sweetheart cause I'm in the driver's seat now, and I'm going to keep that motor of yours purring for some time to come."
I now use five fingers to firmly spider tickle your arch and your cackles go guttural. This pleases me no end as I know that this part of your tickle is really getting you.
"Awwww what's the matter sweetheart, you don't like your foot being put into fifth gear?" I reach out and five finger both arches, which sets you off to struggle and writhe even more violently. "Well let's get you into overdrive shall we and really get that motor of yours purring."
I have to steady myself as even though I am straddling your left leg, it is still writhing and bucking enough to possibly throw me off. It's at this point that I decide to give you a break. I watch as you calm down and your writhing subsides. I take this time to slowly push your t-shirt up and this causes you to struggle again. slowly but surely I am able to push it up over your head and around your arms. My eyes feast upon your tight lacy black bra and I easily pop the front catch. Your two well endowed breasts suddenly emerge and I get a surprise as i see two very erect nipples. At this time Chelsea and Kara remove your pants and I note the matching black hip hugger panties that are guaranteed to show off your butt crack and know that this is going to be a very fruitfully ticklish hour; for you that is. I will make full use of the butt hole.
Oooooh Kitten sweetheart, I think you love my driving." Leaning forward I lightly pinch your left nipple and this causes you to arch your back and cackle more. pinch it again. and further cackles come forth and I know that you are overheating and dangerously close to losing it altogether.
My fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over your ribs and your back arches again. I use one hand on your ribs while I continue to pinch your nipples Your milky-white ribs and tummy are now prominent and begin to glisten with sweat and I watch as it trickles down your sides. You wriggle incessantly and I imagine that the rivulets must be tickling you in some way. My scrabbling fingers begin spider dancing on your ribs from tips to back, one rib at a time. Your head begins again its rapid and spasming movement, your eyes close tightly and while your mouth opens wide no sound comes out. Once again the bed begins to shake and I delight in the fact in that you are the best bucker I have ever experienced.
"I have you now Kitten... But now I think its time for a rest."
While you rest, I check your bonds and blindfold to make sure that all is secure and that you still have no chance of seeing what I do to you. Watching your heaving body I dellight as you push out the words to ask for your freedom. Your body slowly writhes and I can hear the last echoes of your laughter fading off into the distance.
I smile and spider dance into your smooth virgin armpits. Again you give me a supurb performance beginning with the most dedlicious arching of your back and immediately followed by some of the most intense pounding of the bed with your head and bum. Straddling you to keep you still, I begin to play the full range of your spasming ribs, from the back to the tips and again your laughter explodes with a jagged reverberation and resonance. I watch your minimal movement and delight in the repeated expansion and contraction of your ribs. I also delight in your entire spasming body and never ending conniptions that you are going through. I really exercise your ribs all over, as the thought of driving you mad by relentlessly tickling your ribs is something I just can't pass up.
Your reactions are non-stop as you buck and writhe with the most intense guttural laughter I have ever experienced. You certainly are the giggler and an intense beggar as well and I imagine that your vocal chords must be begging for relief right now.
I gaze again at your taught and protruding ribs and then let my fingers caress the tips. I vibrate my fingers on the tips and you rocket off the bed. This pleases me no end and I continue to vibrate relentlessly and torturously. Vibrating along your ribs I feel and see your body jerk intensely and violently writhe. I now again explore each rib separately, from tips to back front to underneath and I delight in your fervid jerking laughter and writhing and announced to you that resistance if futile. Again as your ribs expand and contract and I delight in finding another hypersensitive hotspot.
"Such tickly ribs my helpless, defenceless Kitten. Such tickly ribs…" I then tease you by swiftly sliding an index finger from tip to the back of each rib, one at a
time. "I could tickle these ribs for hours."
My fingers walk and dance all over your ribs as I continue this tickling path to nirvana. There is no escape for you and the silent laughter I have suddenly put you in is a new but exquisite part of your tickle.
"We have nothing to say at the moment Kitten? Not even a guttural giggle?"
As if on cue, your laughter returns and the guttural giggles come on stronger than ever. Your head still snaps from side to side and you still buck and pound your head and bum into the bed. Your jerking laughter is incessant and spasmodic, as I thoroughly enjoy the buttery-soft and satiny but taught skin that covers your ribs. You are on the edge and I want to keep you there as long as possible. I move my hands accordingly over your ribs, but this time I add your tummy into the equation and begin scrabbling over its soft and taught surface. My left index finger circles around your exquisitely inviting and helpless button and I trace the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching your button, I slip it in easily and your back abruptly tries to arch. I have you even more now. I smile and piston my finger in and out of your delicious dimple.
"Such a delicious button Kitten, do you get it tickled often.? You would with me." I laugh and wriggle my finger more, causing you to arch your back once again. "Shall we check out some armpits? Or should I say shall I."
I turn and hover my fingers over your wide open and so helpless and defenceless armpits. My fingers are now ballet-like over your left armpit, and I stroke your pit as slow as possible. You shiver and shutter even more at this slight touch and I delight as you try your hardest to stifle any sort of laughter. But your laughter I will have again and my ten fingers continue to ballet dance over the silky smooth skin. I watch as your armpit flinches when I touch it and I make sure that each time I touch it you flinch more.
"I wonder how a feather would work here ." I ask, reaching for one. I gently tough the very tip of the feather in the deepest recess of your pit and once again It flinches to my delight. I gently stroke your armpit with it and listen with keen interest as I hear guttural giggles erupting again. My feather flits in and out, stroking the very edge of your pit right down to the deepest recess. The soft tendrils are evil as they explore your silky soft skin and wreak havoc on the nerve endings there.
"What's say I really get this pit purring." With that I turn the feather around and now using the quill end to short stroke, watch as you arch your back and again violently writhe. I stop, smile and whisper how wonderful you react to my touch, then resume the short stroking. I delight at the virgin softness of your armpit and tell how it seems to make my quill go faster and smoother. Your only response it to laugh hysterically and writhe intensely.
I drop the quill and now use ten fingers to tickle your pit and laugh as I think how your virgin skin is now under attack ten times worse. I nod to Shannon and she begins ten finger tickling your right pit. This drives you into further fits of hysterical laughter and far more intense writhing. Shannon and I smile, then high five ach other, toasting your helplessness and your ticklishness. I watch as Shannon spider tickles your armpit, her fingers weaving about the soft skin and causing wave after wave of tickling sensations to rocket to your brain. She is tickling you with evil relish and that makes me return to your left pit and follow her exact movements. We have you now and we intend to keep your extremely heightened sensitivity on the edge as long as possible.
But sadly I call a halt as I see you short of breath. We want to tickle you senseless, but not harm you. But even though I am not tickling you, your subsiding struggles delight me as I watch your body writhe in slow motion.
"Bummertime and the tickling is easy." I say, sliding under the table.
Suddenly you feel a single feather stroking your butt crack and instantly the wildcat within you is let loose again. Your shrieks turn to hearty guttural giggles and your struggling is so intense, that I'm hoping you don't bring the table down on me. The feather is perfect for your crack, slipping in easily and then stroking up one side and down the other. I look out from under the table and nod and Shannon strokes another feather over your pussy. I can tell by your extra giggles, that you don't want us to touch these areas, but smile in the fact that you have no choice in the matter. That you are the most bucking awesome Barbie I've ever had and I now add a single finger stroking your butt crack as well. This has you further guttural giggling and I hear the girls giggling along with you. I can also hear the occasional moan coming out of you and I know that you are so close to orgasm, that we must stop. I come out from under the table and call a halt to the tickling.
"Having fun Kitten." I say, sensually stroking your left forearm. "I hope so, cause your free hour isn't over yet. How about some more of those sumptuously scrumptious feet"
Shannon gives your right pit a quick spider tickle and once again you arch your back, writhe then squeal. Her evil giggle seems to make you writhe more and we both giggle now.
Returning to your left leg and foot, I resume my position and grip your foot once more. I now pick up a vibrator and attach a flat circular head with dozens with little nubbly points on it. I turn it on and its humming resonates throughout the room. Again your back arches and the rest of your body follows suit and an evil grin comes to my lips as you begin to beg to know what I am about to use. Lowering the vibrator, I stop within millimetres of your toes and I quietly tell you that I am about to take them and your foot to a new level of tickling. Touching your toes with the vibrator I am pleased and splay out in all directions and your foot flails about. I grip your foot then move the vibrator down your sole and rest it on the joints between your toes and foot. The resulting action has you again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed.
"Oh how delicious my little ticklekitten. I must remember this for your future visits."
Moving the vibrator down a bit I rest it on the pad below your joints and feel you place all of your strength in your foot. Moving the vibrator still further down, I enter your arch and slowly move it across the ultra-sensitive skin. Your laughter is now explosive once more and I delight in finding another spot. Continuing the sadistically, torturous tickling, you are now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of your sweat marks your body on the mattress.
"Ah my little Kitten, obviously this is the tool for you. And because you like this so much, I'm going to give you another free hour."
Inspired by Ticklekitten,
written by Ticklishscribe
c.2005
I had recently finished putting some screaming Barbie blond chick through her torturous paces on the X rack and was now settling into the tedium of paperwork when she walked in. She had a look that grabbed me like the sailor who grabbed and kissed a stranger on VE Day. Pale skin, full lips, with an hourglass shape and a rather noticeable chest and what I could see of her skin looked exceptionally soft. She had more curves than Route 66 and when she turned her head, a sumptuously sensuous head of slightly wavy, long naturally auburn hair moved freely right down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. What was accenting her shape was the grey sleeveless t-shirt and the tight charcoal jeans. And I could plainly see those adorable feet as she was wearing only strappy white heels.
My mind was instantly in high gear as I suddenly realized that I had seen her before, but couldn't remember where. How could I not remember such a stimulating creature as her. But the fact was that I had seen her before, or at least a picture of her before.
"Excuse me, but I'm lost. Can you tell me where I can find Hot Rod's Auto Supply?
Auto parts! This classy chassis of a female Ferrari didn't need any parts, for she was a racy looking girl if I ever saw one. My mind was in overdrive to think of where I'd seen her before. Then it suddenly hit me that I had seen her in a yahoo messenger profile, the night before. This purring porche went under the name of "Ticklekitten" and I also remembered her from a group I'm a member of, called the Tickling Media Forum.
"Around the corner and a block back." I responded, my eyes burrowing in on her. I couldn't take my eyes off her and I surfed every inch of her body three times over so to not miss any details.
"I've seen you before." I told her, putting down the paperwork.
"ME?" She responded, shifted from one foot to another. "I've never been in this area before, nor a place like this before either."
"Sorry, I didn't mean here. I meant online on Yahoo messenger in the profile section and at the TMF."
She shifted from one foot to another again. "You're a TMF member?"
"I'm Ticklingnun on there. And may I say again Ticklekitten, that your cybering really gets me hot."
"You're ticklingnun?" She was really shifting now. My using her online name had really set her off to be nervous. Somehow I could tell that she hadn't met anyone from the forum yet, or any really serious tickling and bondage types for that matter
"Nice of you to happen by. You want to see my place while your here."
"Just what exactly do you here anyway, and you own it."
"I run a bondage, fetish club." I could see her really shifting now and so I had better act now, while I had the sudden opportunity. Seizing the day, I walked over and took her by the hand.
"Anything you do, read and/or see in clips and pics on the TMF site, we do here." At that moment, the screaming Barbie I had worked over less than one half hour ago walked by, continuing to shiver and shake, like she had been doing when I left her. It was not the advertisement I would have liked and Kitten's eyes were glued to her every move.
"See you next week Brandy. We'll hogtie then." I flashed a look at Kitten and noted that her eyes were as big as hubcaps. I wasn't sure but I think the word hogtie was going off in her head like a neon sign.
I escorted her into the main dungeon room and I could see her eyes were riveted on the X frame in the middle of it. She walked over to it, put her hand on it.
"Solid kevlar steel that." I told her. "Brandy who just left was on it. I had her bopping in no time."
"Bopping?"
I had the feeling that she was ready to bolt and run at the slightest anything and I had to keep my cool and be very careful in what I Said.
"Writhing, struggling etc. She was a real bucker, slamming her head and bum into the thick padding."
Her hand jerked away from the x frame and she turned sharply to look at me. Right away I could tell her story. Adventuress and teasing in the chat room and with postings and a great cyberer too. But this was TMF real life personified and the poor girl's psyche was having one hell of a conniption.
"What, what were you doing to her?"
She was now looking around the room at the other tools of my trade, going from the stocks to the chains and manacles on the wall and the bondage bed over in the corner. I watched as she approached me, but slightly angling toward the door. As she came up beside me I reached out and took hold of her right arm. My hand and the crest of the conniption must have touched her at the same time, for she nearly jumped out of that deliciously soft, sensuous and hopefully skin of hers.
"Same as in TMF, tickling. And she was extremely ticklish I might add. A real pleasure kitten."
"P,p,pleasure kitten?"
Kitten was on edge, and I could see another conniption building.
"That's what I call all my female clients here, pleasure kittens. And speaking of kittens Kitten, how about I see just how ticklish you are for real."
She was now facing the door in earnest and I had the feeling that if I let this mustang out of the paddock she'd run out of here like crazy.
"That's what she paid me for, to tickle torture her for one hour straight."
While she was still in movement I could tell that her heart was bopping like crazy inside of her.
So what's say, care to try out my bondage bed or x frame and do a little bopping yourself.? I'd love to get those heels off you and check out those feet. What are you, a size 8?"
"How do you know my foot size?"
I could see she was into her second full blown conniption and if there was ever a time that she would bolt it was now.
"Let's see, size 8. 8 1/2 inches long and 3 1/2 inches wide, making a for a total of 33 1/4 square inches of hopefully ticklish sole on each foot. That makes a grand total of 66 1/2 square inches. Cool."
I could see she was sweating up a storm at this point and very nervously shifting from one foot to another. Those shifting feet that I was really hoping to get my hands on. While I had figured the measurement of her feet in inches, I could see that to her the measurements were acres.
"Why doesn't she take advantage of our free introductory offer. One exploratory hour on the bed." Shannon my assistant stood in the doorway, blocking Kitten's only route of escape without meaning it.
"Yeah, you want to try the bed for an hour. Hot Rods is open till 9."
At this point the door was further blocked by my two other assistants Chelsea and Kara, who then along with Shannon walked in toward us. Kitten was almost having kittens as they approached her and I almost wanted to take her arm to reassure her.
"Come on Kitten." I prod. "One hour and it's free."
"Kitten!" Shannon repeats. "I like!"
"Yeah." Added Chelsea. "Tickle kitten perhaps?"
"That's her name in the TMF." I respond.
The girls crowd around you, stroking your arms and feeling that soft looking skin. I delight as you jump with each touch and I can tell that this is going to be one awesome hour. Chelsea and Kara kneel down and grab an ankle each and I come in to help Shannon with your arms. You begin struggling immediately and I also take great delight in that your writhing body is now pure pleasure in our hands. Lifting you up we carry you over to the bed and lay you on it.
"NO, NO I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS! PLEASE NO, FREE OR NOT I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!"
Shannon and I take your arms above your head and then a lock your arms into the soft leather cuffs. Meanwhile, Chelsea and Kara do the same with your ankles.
I smirk and then laugh wickedly. I take great delight in that my laughter send shivers up and down your spine and watch as you continue to writhe and beg for your freedom.
Shannon waves a black cloth over your face and you realize that you are about to be blindfolded. Shaking your head violently, you beg not to be blindfolded, but Shannon ignores your pleas and wraps the cloth around your head. Now your head moves everywhere, and I can tell that you are trying to find even the slightest crack in the black silk. My hand grazes your bare shoulder and you jerk as though you've been hit with a few volts of electricity. I smile slightly, pleased with your reaction and graze the same area, getting the same result.
"We shall have fun this hour Kitten." I see you jerk at my words and watch you squirm again, as if trying to blend in your exquisite body with the mattress. I note to myself that my fingers will really enjoy exploring you, and before this hour is over your entire body will be tickled senseless.
"PLEASE NUN! I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Of course you do sweetheart. You want me to find out where you're ticklish for real. Shannon will you wheel over the pleasure chest and the tickle trunk. I want to get this kitten purring with laughter."
"PLEASE NUN! I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Listen pussycat, we have cybered so much and I have ached to get you in person, I am not about to give up my ticklish booty."
I watch as Shannon opens the metal tool chests and turns her attention to the implements that we have for your tickling. I almost feel like taking off your blindfold, so that you can see her begin to lay them out carefully, so that each is easily accessible to compliment the precision plan that we have for tickling you. I watch with fiendish delight as she lays out several feathers in a row, followed by a couple of toothbrushes and a hairbrush. Finally she lays out and plugs in a massage vibrator; its head circular, with dozens of nubbly points on it. As she does this she speaks ever so softly, making suggestive comments about each item to tease you, but not enough to tell you what they are.
I look over at you to see you squirm once more and see your back arch slightly. As your back arches, your ribs begin to protrude and through your tight top and your nipples begin to show as well. I wriggle your left foot and this causes you to suddenly gasp for breath and your back arches again, ribs protruding.
"It looks as though I hold your sanity in my hands." I say with a giggle. "I am going to enjoy tickling you sensually senseless and I can only imagine what thoughts are racing through your mind right now. And I'lI now see this tree that you were telling me about. The tree of life you were saying? Well lets see if we can get some life out of it shall we."
I select what I consider to be my softest yet firmest feather but will not announce that I'm going to begin, as I'll let the feather do that in its own sensual fashion. Even with your sandal on, I let the feather explore your left foot and your laughter, which you try to hold back by biting your lower lip, starts to come out as soft jagged giggles. I flutter the feather around your foot like a psychotic butterfly, and as hard as you try to move your foot away from it, being tied down doesn't allow you this luxury. Now your whole body is in constant movement, and the giggles have suddenly been replaced by full-bore, hearty laughter. Between the gales of laughter you manage to push out the words "Oh shit!" several times.
"Awwwwwwww, does this tickle Kitten?" I ask.
For several minutes and agonizing minutes to you, I flit the feather over the exposed portions of your foot and delight in awesome reactions with each psychotic touch. My assistants crowd around you and watch with fascination as you violently and helplessly twist and turn in your bondage. I can see the looks of eagerness on their faces; an eagerness to tickle you, to get the foot that I am so enjoying at the moment.
Your head snaps from side to side and your bum repeatedly slams into the mattress as my feather continues to explore the foot of my dreams. But the time has come to explore your totally bare foot and I put the feather down and begin to unbuckle the strap of your sandal. Your foot spasms at my touch and again tries to get away, but I grasp the toes, holding it still and continue to unbuckle the sandal. I then let go of your foot and watch as it flails around.
"Careful Kitten sweetheart." I say with a giggle. "You'll throw your sandal off."
I note that you suddenly realize your sandal is loose on your foot and is dangerously close to coming off. Your foot stops flailing about and your toes now clench to keep it on, but I easily reach out and remove it. Immediately your foot flails about again and I pick up the feather once more and hold it next to it. As your foot flails about, it brushes against the feather and you let out a giggle and laugh of surprise. I once more grasp your toes and this time instead of the feather, I use the heel of your sandal and slowly stroke your sole from heel to toes. The heel takes a meandering path up your sole and instantly, screaming laughter rocks the room. Now I repeatedly stroke the heel of your sandal up and down your spasming sole and watch as you have one conniption after another.
"Awwwwwwwwwwww Kitten, does your own shoe tickle you? Lets try the other foot shall we?" I watch as you violently writhe the other foot as my left hand plays with the strap on the sandal. Unbuckling it, I loosen the sandal on your foot to watch you writhe it off. Immediately you clench your toes and I smile sweetly and evilly at the fact of how quickly you forget, that clenching is of little use to you. I playfully reach out and grasp your foot, wriggle it then let it go. Your foot jerks, your leg pumps wildly and you squeal.
"Well now, it seems as though I have your senses on the run and slowly being backed up against the wall. I must peruse this further." I reach out in a flash and wriggle your foot again. This time your jerking makes the sandal come off and instantly and again to my delight your foot flails wildly.
"Now who needs auto parts when I have your classy chassis to play with." I say. "And once again we've gone from idling fast to overdrive. You are such perfectly purrrrrrrring little kitten; maybe you'll swish a little tail for me sometime."
Once again you feel the heel of your sandal on your bare foot and you jerk wildly. I grasp your toes once more and continue the meandering motion and stroking with the heel. I love feeling your foot jerk and writhe in my grasp and hearing your full blown and hearty laughter, as I know that this is almost THE tickle.
"As you've said in chat sweetheart, your feet are a tickle hotspot and that's purrrrrrrrfectly ok with me."
I drop your sandal and you jerk as it hits the floor. Scrabbling ten fingers over both soles now I see you arch your back in the worst way and shriek with uncontrollable laughter. THE tickle is getting better and better I say to myself and I continue to scrabble all over. I turn my back to you and straddle your left leg and ankle. Cupping my right hand under your heel I firmly grip the foot and then slowly bring my fingers closer and closer to your now curling toes. There is such strength in your foot that I have to grip it harder and I wish I had another hand, so that I could bend your toes back as well. I begin to dance my fingers up and down the full length of your sole. Your reaction pleases me as I once more feel your back arch and hear your frantic, jagged laughter.
"Oh my God Kitten, you are just so sumptuously exquisite, I just may make you my own personal tickle toy." I can see by your reaction to the tickling, that that is the last you want to hear or be, but I find you too good to pass up.
The skin on your sole is just too soft to be believed and I consider your foot to be heaven sent. My index finger now meanders non stop up and down over your entire sole and your cackles of laughter delight me no end. Underneath me is the volcanic movement of your leg, as you violently struggle to free your foot. But this foot is mine I triumphantly say to myself, and all its ticklishness to go with it.
I look up and at the mirror I have conveniently placed, so that I can see your face and I see your eyes clenched tightly shut, and your mouth wide open with cackles erupting forth. You really are a ticklekitten and I am so glad that you popped in to ask directions.
"Lets see now." I say, stroking your sole further. "you were looking for Hot Rod's auto parts. Well you go down this street here." I add , turning your sole into a map, your toes being north. "And the you turn left here, then go up a block and oops, I missed the street. I guess I'll have to go around the block again."
I hear you cackle louder as I slowly circle your sole, the go back to the street the shop is supposed to be on.
"And you drive in here, and my, my the place is busy as all the parking spots are taken. No wait, that one way over there isn't." I zoom my finger over to the fictional parking spot. "Awwww it's just been taken. Oh well there's one over there." I zoom my finger again to another spot on your foot. "Awww that one's been taken as well. I might have to park out on the street."
I can see that you desperately want me to park period, to leave your foot alone and stop this tickling that is pure torture. But I can't resist another drive around the block which I know drives you crazy and around the bend as well. I stop at certain spots on your foot and wriggle my finger there to show you that the car is idling and waiting for the light to change.
"After we get the parts you need what's say we go for a long, long drive." I laugh as I say that, knowing that you will writhe even further to gain even the slightest chance at freedom. "I know a great little restaurant out in the country. Lets see, you turn left here." I stroke across your sole. "Take the highway onramp here, then go 35 miles east down highway 69 and take the Shiawassee turnoff." As I do this, I stroke in the directions of the map and find that my restaurant suggestion tickles your palette as you cackle loudly. Your whole body is constantly writhing and now the bed is rocking. I look in the mirror and see Shannon and Chelsea both stroking your forearms and watch as they jerk, trying to escape the bonds that hold them.
"Shall we take the scenic route home? I do so enjoy the Shiawassee Drive. One can get really lost and find one's soul there." As I say the word soul, I quickly and repeatedly short stroke the area of your arch my finger is on at that moment and you reply with some delicious and hearty cackles.
"Am I, pun intended, driving you crazy Kitten? Are you in ticklish overdrive by chance?" I continue to short stroke the very centre of your arch and then suddenly switch to your toes, tweaking them and watching them writhe all over. "Are your V tens here so ticklish you just can't take another more stroke? Well too bad sweetheart cause I'm in the driver's seat now, and I'm going to keep that motor of yours purring for some time to come."
I now use five fingers to firmly spider tickle your arch and your cackles go guttural. This pleases me no end as I know that this part of your tickle is really getting you.
"Awwww what's the matter sweetheart, you don't like your foot being put into fifth gear?" I reach out and five finger both arches, which sets you off to struggle and writhe even more violently. "Well let's get you into overdrive shall we and really get that motor of yours purring."
I have to steady myself as even though I am straddling your left leg, it is still writhing and bucking enough to possibly throw me off. It's at this point that I decide to give you a break. I watch as you calm down and your writhing subsides. I take this time to slowly push your t-shirt up and this causes you to struggle again. slowly but surely I am able to push it up over your head and around your arms. My eyes feast upon your tight lacy black bra and I easily pop the front catch. Your two well endowed breasts suddenly emerge and I get a surprise as i see two very erect nipples. At this time Chelsea and Kara remove your pants and I note the matching black hip hugger panties that are guaranteed to show off your butt crack and know that this is going to be a very fruitfully ticklish hour; for you that is. I will make full use of the butt hole.
Oooooh Kitten sweetheart, I think you love my driving." Leaning forward I lightly pinch your left nipple and this causes you to arch your back and cackle more. pinch it again. and further cackles come forth and I know that you are overheating and dangerously close to losing it altogether.
My fingers begin to scrabble light and spider-like over your ribs and your back arches again. I use one hand on your ribs while I continue to pinch your nipples Your milky-white ribs and tummy are now prominent and begin to glisten with sweat and I watch as it trickles down your sides. You wriggle incessantly and I imagine that the rivulets must be tickling you in some way. My scrabbling fingers begin spider dancing on your ribs from tips to back, one rib at a time. Your head begins again its rapid and spasming movement, your eyes close tightly and while your mouth opens wide no sound comes out. Once again the bed begins to shake and I delight in the fact in that you are the best bucker I have ever experienced.
"I have you now Kitten... But now I think its time for a rest."
While you rest, I check your bonds and blindfold to make sure that all is secure and that you still have no chance of seeing what I do to you. Watching your heaving body I dellight as you push out the words to ask for your freedom. Your body slowly writhes and I can hear the last echoes of your laughter fading off into the distance.
I smile and spider dance into your smooth virgin armpits. Again you give me a supurb performance beginning with the most dedlicious arching of your back and immediately followed by some of the most intense pounding of the bed with your head and bum. Straddling you to keep you still, I begin to play the full range of your spasming ribs, from the back to the tips and again your laughter explodes with a jagged reverberation and resonance. I watch your minimal movement and delight in the repeated expansion and contraction of your ribs. I also delight in your entire spasming body and never ending conniptions that you are going through. I really exercise your ribs all over, as the thought of driving you mad by relentlessly tickling your ribs is something I just can't pass up.
Your reactions are non-stop as you buck and writhe with the most intense guttural laughter I have ever experienced. You certainly are the giggler and an intense beggar as well and I imagine that your vocal chords must be begging for relief right now.
I gaze again at your taught and protruding ribs and then let my fingers caress the tips. I vibrate my fingers on the tips and you rocket off the bed. This pleases me no end and I continue to vibrate relentlessly and torturously. Vibrating along your ribs I feel and see your body jerk intensely and violently writhe. I now again explore each rib separately, from tips to back front to underneath and I delight in your fervid jerking laughter and writhing and announced to you that resistance if futile. Again as your ribs expand and contract and I delight in finding another hypersensitive hotspot.
"Such tickly ribs my helpless, defenceless Kitten. Such tickly ribs…" I then tease you by swiftly sliding an index finger from tip to the back of each rib, one at a
time. "I could tickle these ribs for hours."
My fingers walk and dance all over your ribs as I continue this tickling path to nirvana. There is no escape for you and the silent laughter I have suddenly put you in is a new but exquisite part of your tickle.
"We have nothing to say at the moment Kitten? Not even a guttural giggle?"
As if on cue, your laughter returns and the guttural giggles come on stronger than ever. Your head still snaps from side to side and you still buck and pound your head and bum into the bed. Your jerking laughter is incessant and spasmodic, as I thoroughly enjoy the buttery-soft and satiny but taught skin that covers your ribs. You are on the edge and I want to keep you there as long as possible. I move my hands accordingly over your ribs, but this time I add your tummy into the equation and begin scrabbling over its soft and taught surface. My left index finger circles around your exquisitely inviting and helpless button and I trace the circle smaller and smaller. Reaching your button, I slip it in easily and your back abruptly tries to arch. I have you even more now. I smile and piston my finger in and out of your delicious dimple.
"Such a delicious button Kitten, do you get it tickled often.? You would with me." I laugh and wriggle my finger more, causing you to arch your back once again. "Shall we check out some armpits? Or should I say shall I."
I turn and hover my fingers over your wide open and so helpless and defenceless armpits. My fingers are now ballet-like over your left armpit, and I stroke your pit as slow as possible. You shiver and shutter even more at this slight touch and I delight as you try your hardest to stifle any sort of laughter. But your laughter I will have again and my ten fingers continue to ballet dance over the silky smooth skin. I watch as your armpit flinches when I touch it and I make sure that each time I touch it you flinch more.
"I wonder how a feather would work here ." I ask, reaching for one. I gently tough the very tip of the feather in the deepest recess of your pit and once again It flinches to my delight. I gently stroke your armpit with it and listen with keen interest as I hear guttural giggles erupting again. My feather flits in and out, stroking the very edge of your pit right down to the deepest recess. The soft tendrils are evil as they explore your silky soft skin and wreak havoc on the nerve endings there.
"What's say I really get this pit purring." With that I turn the feather around and now using the quill end to short stroke, watch as you arch your back and again violently writhe. I stop, smile and whisper how wonderful you react to my touch, then resume the short stroking. I delight at the virgin softness of your armpit and tell how it seems to make my quill go faster and smoother. Your only response it to laugh hysterically and writhe intensely.
I drop the quill and now use ten fingers to tickle your pit and laugh as I think how your virgin skin is now under attack ten times worse. I nod to Shannon and she begins ten finger tickling your right pit. This drives you into further fits of hysterical laughter and far more intense writhing. Shannon and I smile, then high five ach other, toasting your helplessness and your ticklishness. I watch as Shannon spider tickles your armpit, her fingers weaving about the soft skin and causing wave after wave of tickling sensations to rocket to your brain. She is tickling you with evil relish and that makes me return to your left pit and follow her exact movements. We have you now and we intend to keep your extremely heightened sensitivity on the edge as long as possible.
But sadly I call a halt as I see you short of breath. We want to tickle you senseless, but not harm you. But even though I am not tickling you, your subsiding struggles delight me as I watch your body writhe in slow motion.
"Bummertime and the tickling is easy." I say, sliding under the table.
Suddenly you feel a single feather stroking your butt crack and instantly the wildcat within you is let loose again. Your shrieks turn to hearty guttural giggles and your struggling is so intense, that I'm hoping you don't bring the table down on me. The feather is perfect for your crack, slipping in easily and then stroking up one side and down the other. I look out from under the table and nod and Shannon strokes another feather over your pussy. I can tell by your extra giggles, that you don't want us to touch these areas, but smile in the fact that you have no choice in the matter. That you are the most bucking awesome Barbie I've ever had and I now add a single finger stroking your butt crack as well. This has you further guttural giggling and I hear the girls giggling along with you. I can also hear the occasional moan coming out of you and I know that you are so close to orgasm, that we must stop. I come out from under the table and call a halt to the tickling.
"Having fun Kitten." I say, sensually stroking your left forearm. "I hope so, cause your free hour isn't over yet. How about some more of those sumptuously scrumptious feet"
Shannon gives your right pit a quick spider tickle and once again you arch your back, writhe then squeal. Her evil giggle seems to make you writhe more and we both giggle now.
Returning to your left leg and foot, I resume my position and grip your foot once more. I now pick up a vibrator and attach a flat circular head with dozens with little nubbly points on it. I turn it on and its humming resonates throughout the room. Again your back arches and the rest of your body follows suit and an evil grin comes to my lips as you begin to beg to know what I am about to use. Lowering the vibrator, I stop within millimetres of your toes and I quietly tell you that I am about to take them and your foot to a new level of tickling. Touching your toes with the vibrator I am pleased and splay out in all directions and your foot flails about. I grip your foot then move the vibrator down your sole and rest it on the joints between your toes and foot. The resulting action has you again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed.
"Oh how delicious my little ticklekitten. I must remember this for your future visits."
Moving the vibrator down a bit I rest it on the pad below your joints and feel you place all of your strength in your foot. Moving the vibrator still further down, I enter your arch and slowly move it across the ultra-sensitive skin. Your laughter is now explosive once more and I delight in finding another spot. Continuing the sadistically, torturous tickling, you are now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of your sweat marks your body on the mattress.
"Ah my little Kitten, obviously this is the tool for you. And because you like this so much, I'm going to give you another free hour."
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