Invisible Ink
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Just thought I'd throw this twisted little number at you before I finished off a few of the other tales of tickling terror...
Enjoy your day off Monday everyone!! Tickle someone for me!!
Tickling machine/f -
My wife and I had always been what you'd call a little different. First of everything, let me make it very clear that we love each other more then life itself. It’s just the fact that both of us just loved to fuck with each other's heads, and can't seem to get enough of it that makes us a little different! As if locked in the battle of some sexual tournament, my wife and I take turns torturing each other. She was obsessed with bondage, and I was in love with tickling. She hated getting tickled, and I couldn't stand being tied up. The thought of being out of control of my own body just made my skin crawl and my penis shiver with fear.
She knew this, and used it against me every chance she got. That's how all this nonsense started. When I least expected her attack, I got it in the worst way. She’s tied me up in public, hogtied me into a human ball and thrown me into the trunk of our car, handcuffed me on an airplane, and once forced me to sleep in hardcore bondage devices while lying in our backyard all night long. That was a long night…
On the flipside, I’ve dragged her kicking and screaming through hours and hours of some of the worst tickling torture known to man. I’ve filled her body with water, and tied her to the bed covered by some of her favorite outfits. Then, after about a half hour or so, I’d tickle that same water right out of her for hours on end. Needless to say, she’s lost a few good dresses this way. Her feet have to be the worst for her when it came to the intense tickling torture, but the rest of her beautiful body wasn’t far behind. I’ve tickled her privately in very public events, coated her entire body in salts and let the dogs enjoy her taste, and most recently mummy wrapped her in a way that only her nose and the soles of her feet were visible and tickled her till the wee hours of the morning! That’s just the tip of the iceberg, but I don’t care about the past. Right now, I’m focused on her grim looking future.
Well, two nights ago, I was on the internet while she slept quietly in our bed. I was just surfing around different sites and checking out old favorites when out of the blue, I somehow stumbled upon one of the greatest inventions I had ever laid eyes on.
It was a tickling machine! I assumed originally that tickling machines were nonsense, and merely for fiction purposes. There was no way a machine could be designed to tickle my wife better then I already could. Right?
Regardless, I had to see it for myself. Besides, even if it sucked, I’d still tickle the living hell out of her. Like a fly to the spider’s web, I was drawn to its complicity and its promises of being able to tickle anyone into a screaming lunatic or my money back! I wasn’t one to give two shits about money, so I forked over the several thousand bucks to the EBay seller without giving it too much thought. Apparently, MRBIGDEALS was thrilled with my bid and overwhelmed with generosity. He offered to pick up the shipping as his thanks to me.
I was a little disturbed by his kindness to a nameless stranger with nothing better to do then have torture fights with his wife like me, but then again, what did I care? He said it’d take a few weeks to have it shipped to my house. This gave me time to figure out the perfect plan on how to catch my wife off guard. It seemed huge according to the little photo, but according to MRBIGDEALS, it was easily “storable” and apartment friendly.
In the meantime, I was doing my very best to keep my excitement under wraps when she was around me. Even though we fought dirty, there were invisible rules and guidelines to our little “love” bouts that we knew not to cross. One of them was that when someone got the other really good, he or she couldn’t do a thing until a dish of revenge was served, and eaten. It was my turn now…
“So how’s work?” She asked me at dinner, smiling.
I glanced up at her from the newspaper I was reading and smiled.
“Well! Taking an interest in my business affairs all of the sudden huh?” I smiled, carving right through the silly charades of her question.
“That’s SO like you to think that I had hidden intensions Gregory. I was really just asking a question.” She snipped at me, shoveling another serving of hot pasta into her mouth.
She looked so beautiful that night. She had her long, curly brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and was wearing nothing but her favorite sweats and a Snoopy T-shirt.
Not being a huge Peanuts fan, I focused on her big, wiggling breasts hidden behind the loveable icons.
“I’m sorry Melanie, but I feel as though my guard should always be up when it comes to you. You’ve got more tricks up your sleeve then Penn and Teller have bad jokes. “
“Pen and Teller? What the hell is that?” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Anyway, I thought for a second there you were a little nervous about something.” I said, grinning like a pirate.
She shrugged her shoulders, and nodded her head no as she carried her plate and mine to the kitchen. Her butt swayed back and forth as she walked barefoot towards our massive kitchen sink. No matter what happened with us, she always looked so sexy and I’d cave in like an overstuffed raft. What can I say, beautiful women had always had this effect on me. I’d let her sit and worry about this one a little longer though, despite the fact that the beast arrived two days and ago and was ready for it’s first victim…
THE BEAST-
Mr. Big Deal was a fucking genius. Point blank. This machine was incredible looking, and seemed to be the real deal. As a description for the beast, just picture your typical workout station for weight lifting. You’d have the seven foot long padded workout bench with several important looking black bars coming from all sides and attached to pulleys that would serve some sort of purpose later. Oh, and don’t forget the six inch black dildo coming from the top of the bench. No gym is complete without one of those. The bench itself sat on a coffin like box that was just as long as it was. There seemed to be two slots on either end that I immediately recognized as stocks for the hands and feet. The last little detail was a full color computer monitor attached to an extending pole just beyond the bench itself. So, if you were lying on your stomach, you’d be facing the screen. I had no clue what the true power of the beast was until I watched the instructional video that came with it.
“Hello, and Velcome to the ultimate pleasure machine!” a little German man said in his horribly broken English.
“In the next twenty minute, I vill show you not only vhat this machine can do, but just how vell it vill do it for you!” Even he looked confused as the words poured from his mouth.
A beautiful Swedish looking model was straddling the bench as the camera followed our host. Wearing this bright blue sweat suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the model was doing a demonstration on how to capture your captives with this crazy thing.
“Vatch carefully as the bench actually draws the captive to it using an intense surge of suctioning power.” The man explained.
The model started hollering and struggling as this machine did what it was designed to do. I sat there stunned as I watched this video. I watched how the machine trapped its victims, tickled its victims, and humiliated its victims all at once. I’d love to share the details, but you’ll just have to wait and read it for yourself…
-Payback in full-
It was a Sunday afternoon, and she was still working. Normally, I’d be asleep right now, but I was wide awake and far too excited just to lay there. Besides, according to my watch, she’d be home any second now. She’d come into the kitchen and get herself some cold lemonade to ease her work pains away. That’s when her eyes would catch the very first glimpse of the beast. I had set it up in our living room so she would see it from the kitchen no matter where she stood. I even baited it with a dozen beautiful white roses, and wrote the words Truce on the little card attached. That wasn’t very nice of me to lie that way now was it…
I had the massive controller in my hand as I waited patiently behind the upstairs bathroom door for my pretty princess to come home. I was right above the living room and would get a clear view of all the hot action from the top of the stairway. On the other hand, I didn’t want her to even see me until she was completed entrapped by the machine. That way, once she laid her pretty green eyes on me, it would already be far too late.
Suddenly, I heard the back glass door sliding open! I knew because the little alarm had beeped twice to let me know. What a little sneak! How could she have known I was up to something today?!? Was I not careful enough? Oh well, the machine had a back up plan for its capturing. As I went to engage the robotic capturing squad, I heard the clicking of shoes coming into the kitchen! She may have fooled me by using another door, but she couldn’t have hidden her thirst for that delicious lemonade that I had made especially for her. One, because I knew she loved lemonade and thought she’d appreciate my efforts to be a good husband. Two, it would fill her up with liquid just before getting comfortable with that devilish beast. The Devil’s got nothing compared to my fetish….
I heard the refrigerator doors closing and then the sounds of something brushing against the surface of the sink. What the hell was she up to now? I couldn’t imagine she was actually going to go against our invisible laws and attempt to capture me. No, she wouldn’t do it. She loved these games just as much as I did, so why ruin it?
The sounds of brushing continued into other areas of the kitchen as I pressed my ear against the crack of the bathroom door to try and figure out what she had up her sleeve.
There was a door leading from the kitchen to the living room that squeaked, and I just heard that little squeak. She was heading towards the bait like a mouse to cheese, but at the same time, I hadn’t heard a word from her yet. I figured I’d hear
“Wow! What the hell is this thing?”
or,
“Gregory! Get your exercise stuff out of here, I want to vacuum.”
Instead, all I heard was more of that weird brushing sound. Something wasn’t right here, but I couldn’t figure out what. I was ready just to come out of hiding and see what the hell she was up to when….
“ ooooOOOOOhhhhhhhh!!!!”
I heard her yelp! She sounded really shocked this time!! Like a giddy little kid, I ran behind the bathroom door and figured I’d wait it out before I made my classy entrance! Yes! My patience had paid off and now I would reap the awards from it! I heard more weird sounding screams as the twisted machine went through the task of locking its very first victim into place. I had a hidden camera going down there, so missing the action now meant nothing to me. This time, I’d have a filthy little reminder of the greatest revenge of all time! I patiently waited as the machine did its thing…
The machine did its thing alright. It had sucked her crotch directly to the bench and was holding her there by her shorts. She screamed and howled in confusion as the suction increased. She was facing the menacing dildo and the monitor, but was not on her tummy. That was where Mr. Back Slap came into play. A panel slid open from directly behind her wriggling ass and up raised a white gloved robotic hand. Its arm extended to about her shoulder blades and gracefully placed the open palmed hand in the space between them.
“OOOOHHHHHH!!!! NO!!! DON’T KILL ME!! PLEASE!!”
Instead of killing her, the hand simply began shoving her downward slowly. As she bent at the waist, she noticed that her mouth was heading directly towards that weird black dildo on the bench. She struggled with the robot’s strength, but couldn’t over power the force it had laid upon her. Slowly, she was being shoved closer and closer to the black tip of that thing. It wouldn’t be long now…
“NO!! NOO!! NOOPPPMMMMMMMMM!!!!! “
Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she was forced to take the dildo into her mouth. She was bent into a squeezed C with her chin almost touching her knees. The suction seat was still doing an incredible job of keeping her there. Trembling, and scared as hell, she tried lifting her head off the dildo as the monitor came to live.
“PLEASURE ME, AND I’LL SET YOU FREE”
This message was followed by several images cut from pornographic movies that involved blow jobs. Her trembling eyes watched the monitor, and tried to make sense of a senseless and horrifying situation. She was terrified and not quite feeling sexy, but if giving this fucking thing a blow job would get her back to freedom then so be it!
She started slowly raising and lowering her lips up and down the shaft of the dildo.
“FASTER”
The monitor seemed to be something of a critic. She complied and began pumping her head a little faster now. Drool rolled down the rubber device as she pumped up and down even faster now. Unfortunately, you can’t believe everything you see on a computer these days. Her pumping action caused the dildo to actually inflate until her mouth was completely filled. Her eyes popped wide open as her nostrils flared in attempts to bring in some air. She was moaning, but the sound was unheard by anyone but her. The suction had stopped now, but it was just a useless tease. She raised her butt off the bench, but was unable to lift her head!! She was trapped by that damned dildo! Then, something started happening to the machine itself. The bars above the bench parted like the Red sea and the bench itself began to vibrate. The bench was actually rising off the box it was covering and appeared to be taking her with it! The monitor and the end with her head attached to it were going straight up! She flapped her arms around and kicked her legs as she was lifted to the tips of her toes as the bench continued going higher. Her face looked as if she was on the scariest roller coaster ride she’d ever seen in her life. Feeling intense pressure around her jaws, she reached and grabbed for the top of the bench with her hands. It was at least a foot away from the dildo, and her arms were stretched completely taut. Regardless, it took the pressure off her aching jaw as her feet now lifted off the carpet and into the air!
I had to take a little peek and see what was going on for I could no longer contain myself. Carefully, I crept from the bathroom and dropped to my stomach as I silently slithered my way to the edge of the stairs. In this new position, all I could see was her white legs kicking and struggling around as she had been lifted into the air. A huge smile crossed my face as I reached for the remote and crawled back into the bathroom once again. The first of many buttons I hit was the NUDE button.
As she held on for dear life, several robotic hands lifted from that coffin looking box below and began the easy task of ripping off whatever clothing she had on. After everything was ripped and cut off her body, two more little hands designed exclusively for shoe and sock removal would join the party.
In minutes, those little hands made confetti out of her clothing and left her nude and hanging by her hands with a huge dildo in her mouth. Those little machines carefully unlaced her shoes and peeled them off like banana peels. Her little pink socks were the last to go, but were also the easiest to remove. Now, she was completely naked and ready for strapping!
I engaged the robots to do their thing after the NUDE button stopped blinking to indicate they were finished.
Like snakes, several lines of thick, black nylon rope slid across her waist, ankles, her forearms, both of her bucking knees, and around both ankles. She screamed her muffled moans of discontent as the robotic hands tightened the straps until they were satisfied with the results. She was able to wiggle her toes, and sway her butt back and forth in her position, but not much else. The robotic beast had its prey exactly where she needed to be, and now it was time to explore her ticklish spots with great detail.
Like a rotisserie, the bench slowly began to turn clockwise to the shocking of its struggling beauty. She wriggled and wiggled as the bench was turning her upside down ever so slowly. It wasn’t long before she was actually being suspended by the ties around her wrists and ankles. Now, her body was forced to hang in a V shape with her butt pointing directly over that open coffin like box below. That’s when I engaged the tickling machine to begin what it was born to do. Out of the several different regions of the human body I had the option of sending those tickling hands, I chose the easiest of all.
“All of the above”
Without delay, five hands rose from the darkness of that box as if from like hands from a graveyard. She couldn’t see them yet for her head was still attached to the dildo after it had lengthened itself to keep up with her changing position. She was slurping like mad on the big sucker as she tried to keep perfectly still. The effects of hanging like this had frightened her a little more then I had thought it would. I heard terrified muffled screams coming from her now. Normally, she loved bondage and hated my lame attempts at tying her up. Those five hands were fitted with little banana shaped rubber flappers as opposed to fingers that tickled flesh in unbelievable ways. Two of them made their way to the sides of her body, and began running the flappers from her elbows to her ankles.
“MMMMOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!”
I heard the first of many screams as these robotic hands wiggled those flappers across her tautly stretched and super sensitive skin over and over again. She was bucking wildly now, and apparently was over her new fear of heights because she wanted out!
Two of the hands slithered into her upper body and found themselves a home. One hand tickled her armpits starting at the just below the elbow and would follow that ticklish path over and over.
“MAMAMAMAHAHEHAHEMMMPPOOHHH!!!! MMMMPPHHHH!!!”
Wow, that second scream sounded even more desperate. Normally, my wife was a silent ,shaking laugher. She’d wriggle and shake at first with her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open but silenced. Then, the laughter would come second and almost be nonstop. Sometimes, she’d still be in tears from laughing hours after I was finished with her. Not this time though…
That other hand made began tickling parts of her head and neck. A few of it’s flappers would slowly slide down both sides of her wriggling neck, while another flicked her ears and tickled the back of her head. The last finger seemed to slide over the tip of her nose.
The bare soles of her feet looked lonely, and needed some rightfully earned attention. After all, look at those beautiful and freshly pedicured soles. Her toenails were usually painted very favorite color ( blue sky ) and always neatly trimmed. They smelled so good, and tasted delicious. I was a lucky man to have them, but she didn’t feel the same way now as the flappers of two robotic hands began sliding over the tops of her feet.
“MAMAMAMAhahehaemmooopphh!!!!MMAMEMAEHEEMMPPOHH!!!!!”
Her toes immediately curled in defense, but it wasn’t enough. Instead of being turned off by her struggling toes, the flappers simply found other spots to invade like her heels! They carefully lowered just below the heels of her bare feet and softly flick tickled each one endlessly. A few of the other flapper fingers joined the footsie fun and added to her discomfort by sliding down her arches and into the cushy pads just below those cute little toes of hers. The other foot received the same treatment, only at a speed much faster.
She was screaming like I’ve never heard her scream before, and I was enjoying every inch of. The flappers made much better and much more detailed ticklers then the tips of my fingers could have ever done! I was so jealous, but happy to have them at my mercy. I figured a little increase in the speed of the tickling torture couldn’t hurt.
“MAMAAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMPPPHHEEEE!!! AMAMAMAMAHHPPHh!”
Those hands went to town on her trembling body at speeds of 75 tickles per minute. Her body was being explored from every angle and on every one of her most ticklish of regions. I was at the point where I figured I wanted to hear her beg me for mercy. Using the remote, I carefully deflated the dildo gag, and released her mouth.
“HAHAE AEHA ahehaehahe HELP ME!!!!!! Ahehae ahah aehaheaheaheh eahae ehae stop! Stop!! STOP IT NOW!!! Ahehae aeah SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!!!!”
Call the police? That was a weird comment for her to shout. Despite her desperate situation, she had never called for the police before. Hmmm.. Oh, I get it now. She must be role playing! That explains why she’s changed the sound of her voice as well! Happily, I played along and decided to show her the full power of this ten thousand dollar masterpiece. There was a choice on that remote that was to be used with extreme caution. Only would a seasoned bondage pro be able to handle the consequences of making this choice. Without further delay, I lightly tapped the blue button under the text:
“FULL BODY TICKLE”
Suddenly, the bench now providing the suspension bondage to my wife was slowly tittering and preparing to lower itself back to the box beneath it. Unfortunately, this would in turn lock our displeased damsel within that box for an hour of what the machine referred to as intense, full body tickling with nothing more but ten seconds of break time within attacks. This was its main dish, and planned on serving it cold and with no mercy on the side…
“ No!!! NO PLEASE!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!”
She was screaming at the top of her lungs in that silly voice she was doing. Man, what a character my wife was! When she wanted to play the part, she spared no expense!
The bench slowly made its way down to the dreaded box where no less then forty robotic hands and their two hundred wiggling flappers patiently waited for their turn to play. I heard her screams intensify as the bench once again sealed over the box. The slots at both ends of the coffin box worked perfectly in catching her wiggling feet and struggling hands. These were the only visible body parts of my wife now, and I was ready to make my long awaited entrance. Only now, she wouldn’t even be able to lay her eyes on me and beg for mercy. Now, she’d only hear the sounds of my voice from her newly found prison.
The flappers immediately delved into every square inch of her tautly stretched, and unbearably ticklish body. The bench lifted itself just a tad to make sure the flappers beneath her had enough clearance to reach her inner thighs and her bouncy butt cheeks.
As for her soles, I’d get the pleasure of delivering her worst fear, the sucking of her each and every one of those wiggling toes.
I made my way down the stairs without a care in the world. I heard the sounds of muffled hysteria happening within that black box, and with it I felt a sense of victory overcoming me now. She had outdone herself at getting me the last time with that horrible trunk bound ride to her mother’s house. Then, after torturing me by forcing me to play nice with my mother in law, she stripped me completely nude and tied me to the front seat of the car on the way home. I was humiliated and defeated that night, but I vowed that the revenge I would beset on her would be ten times as worse then ever before. Apparently, Ten times as worse meant a ten thousand dollar tickling machine in this case, but worth every penny of that price.
“ HAHA EAHEA hahae aehaa eahae pl..please turn it off!!! Turn it off!!!! Ahehae aehaea aheaeahaeae aehae ooohhh god no!!! aheha ahahea eaeha ahehaehae aeahea stop it, stop, STOP!!!”
Those pesky little flappers were running circles over her nipples, and tickling her stomach without hesitation. At the very exact moment, hundreds of others wiggled up and down her legs and tickled her inner most thighs while hundreds other tickled her armpits and lightly scribbled across her neck. The backs of her knees weren’t skipped, and apparently a few of those little flappers somehow found their way into that very sensitive path of skin from her anus to the opening of her vagina. Ohhh, the horror!!
“ahah Hhae aeha aheaeah not!!! Aehahe aeaehea ::hardly able to breath:: ahaeha eahe aehaheaha not there!! Aehaheae not ANYwhere!! Aehae aehaea ea ohh god!!!!”
With a smile on my face, and the remote in my hand, I walked into the living room to accept the sight of the greatest revenge I had ever gotten away with. That smile didn’t last very long however…
To the left of the tickling machine, I saw a feather duster lying lonely under the table near where she had been sucked towards the bench. I stepped back into the kitchen, and saw a bucket of cleaning products sitting on the counter. All I really had to do was look at the soles of her feet. This wasn’t my wife… These were the wrong soles!!
Wrong soles??!!! How could this possibly be??? The cleaning lady was scheduled to be here tomorrow!! She wasn’t supposed to come today! Reality hit me like a slug to the chest as I realized that I had captured and tickled torture the wrong woman!
“ Uh… Mary Ann? ::Nervously chuckling:: You okay in there??”
“ HAe aehah aehaea aehaeahea aehaeah GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!” AHEHAE Hhae aehaehahea”
I glanced at the remote control once again, and lowered my head in shame. Pressing the full body tickle had locked her in for nothing short of an hour of tickling displeasure. It was too late to do anything now. Mary Ann was the sweetest lady, and was a mother of two! Dear god, what have I done!
“Mary Ann.. I’m afraid I can’t get you out of there just yet.”
“WHAT?!!!? AHEHA hhae ahea HAEAE AEHAEAHEAHA AEHAH OHH GOD!! AHWEHAW EAHEHA WHY???”
“Because it has a timer, and I can’t reverse it now.” I said, shaking my head picturing the lawsuit coming my way.
“HAHEA EHAHA ahehae aehaea HO… HOW LONG???”
I didn’t even want to answer her, but she deserved the truth. After what she’s been through, I owed her everything.
“An hour Mary Ann.. I’m so sorry.”
“ NOOOO!!! AHEAE AEHAEAHEHA EAEHAHEA I WON’T MAKE IT!! AHEAE haehae aehaea GET ME OUT NOW!! Aheae ahea aehaheah aeahea please Greg!!! Aehaea eaheae aeaheae aae”
I tried fumbling through the instruction booklet, but most of it was written in German for God’s sake!! I was at a total loss for words. That’s when my wife walked in…
You can imagine how that went.
Well, things are pretty much back to normal now if you can believe it. Mary Ann was eventually released and screamed about getting the police involved. I told her I’d raise her salary another three hundred bucks a week. After all, it was just money right?
She seemed fine with that, and accepted my apology. Privately however, she told my wife how electrifying the whole experience had been for her and what a turn on being tickled really was. She had played me like a deck of cards.
That was the end of the beast’s run of life though. My wife actually gave it to Mary Ann and her husband just to get under my skin. I couldn’t believe it. Luckily, she didn’t know about the hidden video camera that I had used to capture the whole thing. Being that our maid was a bit of a hotty, I might just pull that tape out on some lonely night and watch what really happened to her.
As for now, I’m in the doghouse. Not just metaphorically either folks. As the beginning of my wife’s cruel payback, she decided I’d spend the night tied to the roof of the doghouse in our backyard. Naked, spread eagle with four posts driven deep into the ground around to hold my hands and feet down, and blindfolded is how I spent this evening. Oh well, she’s having her fun now. I’ll just lie here and take it like a good husband. After all, MR.BIGDEALS was always just a phone call away.
Its just money, right?
Enjoy your day off Monday everyone!! Tickle someone for me!!
Tickling machine/f -
My wife and I had always been what you'd call a little different. First of everything, let me make it very clear that we love each other more then life itself. It’s just the fact that both of us just loved to fuck with each other's heads, and can't seem to get enough of it that makes us a little different! As if locked in the battle of some sexual tournament, my wife and I take turns torturing each other. She was obsessed with bondage, and I was in love with tickling. She hated getting tickled, and I couldn't stand being tied up. The thought of being out of control of my own body just made my skin crawl and my penis shiver with fear.
She knew this, and used it against me every chance she got. That's how all this nonsense started. When I least expected her attack, I got it in the worst way. She’s tied me up in public, hogtied me into a human ball and thrown me into the trunk of our car, handcuffed me on an airplane, and once forced me to sleep in hardcore bondage devices while lying in our backyard all night long. That was a long night…
On the flipside, I’ve dragged her kicking and screaming through hours and hours of some of the worst tickling torture known to man. I’ve filled her body with water, and tied her to the bed covered by some of her favorite outfits. Then, after about a half hour or so, I’d tickle that same water right out of her for hours on end. Needless to say, she’s lost a few good dresses this way. Her feet have to be the worst for her when it came to the intense tickling torture, but the rest of her beautiful body wasn’t far behind. I’ve tickled her privately in very public events, coated her entire body in salts and let the dogs enjoy her taste, and most recently mummy wrapped her in a way that only her nose and the soles of her feet were visible and tickled her till the wee hours of the morning! That’s just the tip of the iceberg, but I don’t care about the past. Right now, I’m focused on her grim looking future.
Well, two nights ago, I was on the internet while she slept quietly in our bed. I was just surfing around different sites and checking out old favorites when out of the blue, I somehow stumbled upon one of the greatest inventions I had ever laid eyes on.
It was a tickling machine! I assumed originally that tickling machines were nonsense, and merely for fiction purposes. There was no way a machine could be designed to tickle my wife better then I already could. Right?
Regardless, I had to see it for myself. Besides, even if it sucked, I’d still tickle the living hell out of her. Like a fly to the spider’s web, I was drawn to its complicity and its promises of being able to tickle anyone into a screaming lunatic or my money back! I wasn’t one to give two shits about money, so I forked over the several thousand bucks to the EBay seller without giving it too much thought. Apparently, MRBIGDEALS was thrilled with my bid and overwhelmed with generosity. He offered to pick up the shipping as his thanks to me.
I was a little disturbed by his kindness to a nameless stranger with nothing better to do then have torture fights with his wife like me, but then again, what did I care? He said it’d take a few weeks to have it shipped to my house. This gave me time to figure out the perfect plan on how to catch my wife off guard. It seemed huge according to the little photo, but according to MRBIGDEALS, it was easily “storable” and apartment friendly.
In the meantime, I was doing my very best to keep my excitement under wraps when she was around me. Even though we fought dirty, there were invisible rules and guidelines to our little “love” bouts that we knew not to cross. One of them was that when someone got the other really good, he or she couldn’t do a thing until a dish of revenge was served, and eaten. It was my turn now…
“So how’s work?” She asked me at dinner, smiling.
I glanced up at her from the newspaper I was reading and smiled.
“Well! Taking an interest in my business affairs all of the sudden huh?” I smiled, carving right through the silly charades of her question.
“That’s SO like you to think that I had hidden intensions Gregory. I was really just asking a question.” She snipped at me, shoveling another serving of hot pasta into her mouth.
She looked so beautiful that night. She had her long, curly brown hair tied up in a ponytail, and was wearing nothing but her favorite sweats and a Snoopy T-shirt.
Not being a huge Peanuts fan, I focused on her big, wiggling breasts hidden behind the loveable icons.
“I’m sorry Melanie, but I feel as though my guard should always be up when it comes to you. You’ve got more tricks up your sleeve then Penn and Teller have bad jokes. “
“Pen and Teller? What the hell is that?” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed.
“Anyway, I thought for a second there you were a little nervous about something.” I said, grinning like a pirate.
She shrugged her shoulders, and nodded her head no as she carried her plate and mine to the kitchen. Her butt swayed back and forth as she walked barefoot towards our massive kitchen sink. No matter what happened with us, she always looked so sexy and I’d cave in like an overstuffed raft. What can I say, beautiful women had always had this effect on me. I’d let her sit and worry about this one a little longer though, despite the fact that the beast arrived two days and ago and was ready for it’s first victim…
THE BEAST-
Mr. Big Deal was a fucking genius. Point blank. This machine was incredible looking, and seemed to be the real deal. As a description for the beast, just picture your typical workout station for weight lifting. You’d have the seven foot long padded workout bench with several important looking black bars coming from all sides and attached to pulleys that would serve some sort of purpose later. Oh, and don’t forget the six inch black dildo coming from the top of the bench. No gym is complete without one of those. The bench itself sat on a coffin like box that was just as long as it was. There seemed to be two slots on either end that I immediately recognized as stocks for the hands and feet. The last little detail was a full color computer monitor attached to an extending pole just beyond the bench itself. So, if you were lying on your stomach, you’d be facing the screen. I had no clue what the true power of the beast was until I watched the instructional video that came with it.
“Hello, and Velcome to the ultimate pleasure machine!” a little German man said in his horribly broken English.
“In the next twenty minute, I vill show you not only vhat this machine can do, but just how vell it vill do it for you!” Even he looked confused as the words poured from his mouth.
A beautiful Swedish looking model was straddling the bench as the camera followed our host. Wearing this bright blue sweat suit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the model was doing a demonstration on how to capture your captives with this crazy thing.
“Vatch carefully as the bench actually draws the captive to it using an intense surge of suctioning power.” The man explained.
The model started hollering and struggling as this machine did what it was designed to do. I sat there stunned as I watched this video. I watched how the machine trapped its victims, tickled its victims, and humiliated its victims all at once. I’d love to share the details, but you’ll just have to wait and read it for yourself…
-Payback in full-
It was a Sunday afternoon, and she was still working. Normally, I’d be asleep right now, but I was wide awake and far too excited just to lay there. Besides, according to my watch, she’d be home any second now. She’d come into the kitchen and get herself some cold lemonade to ease her work pains away. That’s when her eyes would catch the very first glimpse of the beast. I had set it up in our living room so she would see it from the kitchen no matter where she stood. I even baited it with a dozen beautiful white roses, and wrote the words Truce on the little card attached. That wasn’t very nice of me to lie that way now was it…
I had the massive controller in my hand as I waited patiently behind the upstairs bathroom door for my pretty princess to come home. I was right above the living room and would get a clear view of all the hot action from the top of the stairway. On the other hand, I didn’t want her to even see me until she was completed entrapped by the machine. That way, once she laid her pretty green eyes on me, it would already be far too late.
Suddenly, I heard the back glass door sliding open! I knew because the little alarm had beeped twice to let me know. What a little sneak! How could she have known I was up to something today?!? Was I not careful enough? Oh well, the machine had a back up plan for its capturing. As I went to engage the robotic capturing squad, I heard the clicking of shoes coming into the kitchen! She may have fooled me by using another door, but she couldn’t have hidden her thirst for that delicious lemonade that I had made especially for her. One, because I knew she loved lemonade and thought she’d appreciate my efforts to be a good husband. Two, it would fill her up with liquid just before getting comfortable with that devilish beast. The Devil’s got nothing compared to my fetish….
I heard the refrigerator doors closing and then the sounds of something brushing against the surface of the sink. What the hell was she up to now? I couldn’t imagine she was actually going to go against our invisible laws and attempt to capture me. No, she wouldn’t do it. She loved these games just as much as I did, so why ruin it?
The sounds of brushing continued into other areas of the kitchen as I pressed my ear against the crack of the bathroom door to try and figure out what she had up her sleeve.
There was a door leading from the kitchen to the living room that squeaked, and I just heard that little squeak. She was heading towards the bait like a mouse to cheese, but at the same time, I hadn’t heard a word from her yet. I figured I’d hear
“Wow! What the hell is this thing?”
or,
“Gregory! Get your exercise stuff out of here, I want to vacuum.”
Instead, all I heard was more of that weird brushing sound. Something wasn’t right here, but I couldn’t figure out what. I was ready just to come out of hiding and see what the hell she was up to when….
“ ooooOOOOOhhhhhhhh!!!!”
I heard her yelp! She sounded really shocked this time!! Like a giddy little kid, I ran behind the bathroom door and figured I’d wait it out before I made my classy entrance! Yes! My patience had paid off and now I would reap the awards from it! I heard more weird sounding screams as the twisted machine went through the task of locking its very first victim into place. I had a hidden camera going down there, so missing the action now meant nothing to me. This time, I’d have a filthy little reminder of the greatest revenge of all time! I patiently waited as the machine did its thing…
The machine did its thing alright. It had sucked her crotch directly to the bench and was holding her there by her shorts. She screamed and howled in confusion as the suction increased. She was facing the menacing dildo and the monitor, but was not on her tummy. That was where Mr. Back Slap came into play. A panel slid open from directly behind her wriggling ass and up raised a white gloved robotic hand. Its arm extended to about her shoulder blades and gracefully placed the open palmed hand in the space between them.
“OOOOHHHHHH!!!! NO!!! DON’T KILL ME!! PLEASE!!”
Instead of killing her, the hand simply began shoving her downward slowly. As she bent at the waist, she noticed that her mouth was heading directly towards that weird black dildo on the bench. She struggled with the robot’s strength, but couldn’t over power the force it had laid upon her. Slowly, she was being shoved closer and closer to the black tip of that thing. It wouldn’t be long now…
“NO!! NOO!! NOOPPPMMMMMMMMM!!!!! “
Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she was forced to take the dildo into her mouth. She was bent into a squeezed C with her chin almost touching her knees. The suction seat was still doing an incredible job of keeping her there. Trembling, and scared as hell, she tried lifting her head off the dildo as the monitor came to live.
“PLEASURE ME, AND I’LL SET YOU FREE”
This message was followed by several images cut from pornographic movies that involved blow jobs. Her trembling eyes watched the monitor, and tried to make sense of a senseless and horrifying situation. She was terrified and not quite feeling sexy, but if giving this fucking thing a blow job would get her back to freedom then so be it!
She started slowly raising and lowering her lips up and down the shaft of the dildo.
“FASTER”
The monitor seemed to be something of a critic. She complied and began pumping her head a little faster now. Drool rolled down the rubber device as she pumped up and down even faster now. Unfortunately, you can’t believe everything you see on a computer these days. Her pumping action caused the dildo to actually inflate until her mouth was completely filled. Her eyes popped wide open as her nostrils flared in attempts to bring in some air. She was moaning, but the sound was unheard by anyone but her. The suction had stopped now, but it was just a useless tease. She raised her butt off the bench, but was unable to lift her head!! She was trapped by that damned dildo! Then, something started happening to the machine itself. The bars above the bench parted like the Red sea and the bench itself began to vibrate. The bench was actually rising off the box it was covering and appeared to be taking her with it! The monitor and the end with her head attached to it were going straight up! She flapped her arms around and kicked her legs as she was lifted to the tips of her toes as the bench continued going higher. Her face looked as if she was on the scariest roller coaster ride she’d ever seen in her life. Feeling intense pressure around her jaws, she reached and grabbed for the top of the bench with her hands. It was at least a foot away from the dildo, and her arms were stretched completely taut. Regardless, it took the pressure off her aching jaw as her feet now lifted off the carpet and into the air!
I had to take a little peek and see what was going on for I could no longer contain myself. Carefully, I crept from the bathroom and dropped to my stomach as I silently slithered my way to the edge of the stairs. In this new position, all I could see was her white legs kicking and struggling around as she had been lifted into the air. A huge smile crossed my face as I reached for the remote and crawled back into the bathroom once again. The first of many buttons I hit was the NUDE button.
As she held on for dear life, several robotic hands lifted from that coffin looking box below and began the easy task of ripping off whatever clothing she had on. After everything was ripped and cut off her body, two more little hands designed exclusively for shoe and sock removal would join the party.
In minutes, those little hands made confetti out of her clothing and left her nude and hanging by her hands with a huge dildo in her mouth. Those little machines carefully unlaced her shoes and peeled them off like banana peels. Her little pink socks were the last to go, but were also the easiest to remove. Now, she was completely naked and ready for strapping!
I engaged the robots to do their thing after the NUDE button stopped blinking to indicate they were finished.
Like snakes, several lines of thick, black nylon rope slid across her waist, ankles, her forearms, both of her bucking knees, and around both ankles. She screamed her muffled moans of discontent as the robotic hands tightened the straps until they were satisfied with the results. She was able to wiggle her toes, and sway her butt back and forth in her position, but not much else. The robotic beast had its prey exactly where she needed to be, and now it was time to explore her ticklish spots with great detail.
Like a rotisserie, the bench slowly began to turn clockwise to the shocking of its struggling beauty. She wriggled and wiggled as the bench was turning her upside down ever so slowly. It wasn’t long before she was actually being suspended by the ties around her wrists and ankles. Now, her body was forced to hang in a V shape with her butt pointing directly over that open coffin like box below. That’s when I engaged the tickling machine to begin what it was born to do. Out of the several different regions of the human body I had the option of sending those tickling hands, I chose the easiest of all.
“All of the above”
Without delay, five hands rose from the darkness of that box as if from like hands from a graveyard. She couldn’t see them yet for her head was still attached to the dildo after it had lengthened itself to keep up with her changing position. She was slurping like mad on the big sucker as she tried to keep perfectly still. The effects of hanging like this had frightened her a little more then I had thought it would. I heard terrified muffled screams coming from her now. Normally, she loved bondage and hated my lame attempts at tying her up. Those five hands were fitted with little banana shaped rubber flappers as opposed to fingers that tickled flesh in unbelievable ways. Two of them made their way to the sides of her body, and began running the flappers from her elbows to her ankles.
“MMMMOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!”
I heard the first of many screams as these robotic hands wiggled those flappers across her tautly stretched and super sensitive skin over and over again. She was bucking wildly now, and apparently was over her new fear of heights because she wanted out!
Two of the hands slithered into her upper body and found themselves a home. One hand tickled her armpits starting at the just below the elbow and would follow that ticklish path over and over.
“MAMAMAMAHAHEHAHEMMMPPOOHHH!!!! MMMMPPHHHH!!!”
Wow, that second scream sounded even more desperate. Normally, my wife was a silent ,shaking laugher. She’d wriggle and shake at first with her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open but silenced. Then, the laughter would come second and almost be nonstop. Sometimes, she’d still be in tears from laughing hours after I was finished with her. Not this time though…
That other hand made began tickling parts of her head and neck. A few of it’s flappers would slowly slide down both sides of her wriggling neck, while another flicked her ears and tickled the back of her head. The last finger seemed to slide over the tip of her nose.
The bare soles of her feet looked lonely, and needed some rightfully earned attention. After all, look at those beautiful and freshly pedicured soles. Her toenails were usually painted very favorite color ( blue sky ) and always neatly trimmed. They smelled so good, and tasted delicious. I was a lucky man to have them, but she didn’t feel the same way now as the flappers of two robotic hands began sliding over the tops of her feet.
“MAMAMAMAhahehaemmooopphh!!!!MMAMEMAEHEEMMPPOHH!!!!!”
Her toes immediately curled in defense, but it wasn’t enough. Instead of being turned off by her struggling toes, the flappers simply found other spots to invade like her heels! They carefully lowered just below the heels of her bare feet and softly flick tickled each one endlessly. A few of the other flapper fingers joined the footsie fun and added to her discomfort by sliding down her arches and into the cushy pads just below those cute little toes of hers. The other foot received the same treatment, only at a speed much faster.
She was screaming like I’ve never heard her scream before, and I was enjoying every inch of. The flappers made much better and much more detailed ticklers then the tips of my fingers could have ever done! I was so jealous, but happy to have them at my mercy. I figured a little increase in the speed of the tickling torture couldn’t hurt.
“MAMAAMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMPPPHHEEEE!!! AMAMAMAMAHHPPHh!”
Those hands went to town on her trembling body at speeds of 75 tickles per minute. Her body was being explored from every angle and on every one of her most ticklish of regions. I was at the point where I figured I wanted to hear her beg me for mercy. Using the remote, I carefully deflated the dildo gag, and released her mouth.
“HAHAE AEHA ahehaehahe HELP ME!!!!!! Ahehae ahah aehaheaheaheh eahae ehae stop! Stop!! STOP IT NOW!!! Ahehae aeah SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!!!!”
Call the police? That was a weird comment for her to shout. Despite her desperate situation, she had never called for the police before. Hmmm.. Oh, I get it now. She must be role playing! That explains why she’s changed the sound of her voice as well! Happily, I played along and decided to show her the full power of this ten thousand dollar masterpiece. There was a choice on that remote that was to be used with extreme caution. Only would a seasoned bondage pro be able to handle the consequences of making this choice. Without further delay, I lightly tapped the blue button under the text:
“FULL BODY TICKLE”
Suddenly, the bench now providing the suspension bondage to my wife was slowly tittering and preparing to lower itself back to the box beneath it. Unfortunately, this would in turn lock our displeased damsel within that box for an hour of what the machine referred to as intense, full body tickling with nothing more but ten seconds of break time within attacks. This was its main dish, and planned on serving it cold and with no mercy on the side…
“ No!!! NO PLEASE!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!”
She was screaming at the top of her lungs in that silly voice she was doing. Man, what a character my wife was! When she wanted to play the part, she spared no expense!
The bench slowly made its way down to the dreaded box where no less then forty robotic hands and their two hundred wiggling flappers patiently waited for their turn to play. I heard her screams intensify as the bench once again sealed over the box. The slots at both ends of the coffin box worked perfectly in catching her wiggling feet and struggling hands. These were the only visible body parts of my wife now, and I was ready to make my long awaited entrance. Only now, she wouldn’t even be able to lay her eyes on me and beg for mercy. Now, she’d only hear the sounds of my voice from her newly found prison.
The flappers immediately delved into every square inch of her tautly stretched, and unbearably ticklish body. The bench lifted itself just a tad to make sure the flappers beneath her had enough clearance to reach her inner thighs and her bouncy butt cheeks.
As for her soles, I’d get the pleasure of delivering her worst fear, the sucking of her each and every one of those wiggling toes.
I made my way down the stairs without a care in the world. I heard the sounds of muffled hysteria happening within that black box, and with it I felt a sense of victory overcoming me now. She had outdone herself at getting me the last time with that horrible trunk bound ride to her mother’s house. Then, after torturing me by forcing me to play nice with my mother in law, she stripped me completely nude and tied me to the front seat of the car on the way home. I was humiliated and defeated that night, but I vowed that the revenge I would beset on her would be ten times as worse then ever before. Apparently, Ten times as worse meant a ten thousand dollar tickling machine in this case, but worth every penny of that price.
“ HAHA EAHEA hahae aehaa eahae pl..please turn it off!!! Turn it off!!!! Ahehae aehaea aheaeahaeae aehae ooohhh god no!!! aheha ahahea eaeha ahehaehae aeahea stop it, stop, STOP!!!”
Those pesky little flappers were running circles over her nipples, and tickling her stomach without hesitation. At the very exact moment, hundreds of others wiggled up and down her legs and tickled her inner most thighs while hundreds other tickled her armpits and lightly scribbled across her neck. The backs of her knees weren’t skipped, and apparently a few of those little flappers somehow found their way into that very sensitive path of skin from her anus to the opening of her vagina. Ohhh, the horror!!
“ahah Hhae aeha aheaeah not!!! Aehahe aeaehea ::hardly able to breath:: ahaeha eahe aehaheaha not there!! Aehaheae not ANYwhere!! Aehae aehaea ea ohh god!!!!”
With a smile on my face, and the remote in my hand, I walked into the living room to accept the sight of the greatest revenge I had ever gotten away with. That smile didn’t last very long however…
To the left of the tickling machine, I saw a feather duster lying lonely under the table near where she had been sucked towards the bench. I stepped back into the kitchen, and saw a bucket of cleaning products sitting on the counter. All I really had to do was look at the soles of her feet. This wasn’t my wife… These were the wrong soles!!
Wrong soles??!!! How could this possibly be??? The cleaning lady was scheduled to be here tomorrow!! She wasn’t supposed to come today! Reality hit me like a slug to the chest as I realized that I had captured and tickled torture the wrong woman!
“ Uh… Mary Ann? ::Nervously chuckling:: You okay in there??”
“ HAe aehah aehaea aehaeahea aehaeah GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!” AHEHAE Hhae aehaehahea”
I glanced at the remote control once again, and lowered my head in shame. Pressing the full body tickle had locked her in for nothing short of an hour of tickling displeasure. It was too late to do anything now. Mary Ann was the sweetest lady, and was a mother of two! Dear god, what have I done!
“Mary Ann.. I’m afraid I can’t get you out of there just yet.”
“WHAT?!!!? AHEHA hhae ahea HAEAE AEHAEAHEAHA AEHAH OHH GOD!! AHWEHAW EAHEHA WHY???”
“Because it has a timer, and I can’t reverse it now.” I said, shaking my head picturing the lawsuit coming my way.
“HAHEA EHAHA ahehae aehaea HO… HOW LONG???”
I didn’t even want to answer her, but she deserved the truth. After what she’s been through, I owed her everything.
“An hour Mary Ann.. I’m so sorry.”
“ NOOOO!!! AHEAE AEHAEAHEHA EAEHAHEA I WON’T MAKE IT!! AHEAE haehae aehaea GET ME OUT NOW!! Aheae ahea aehaheah aeahea please Greg!!! Aehaea eaheae aeaheae aae”
I tried fumbling through the instruction booklet, but most of it was written in German for God’s sake!! I was at a total loss for words. That’s when my wife walked in…
You can imagine how that went.
Well, things are pretty much back to normal now if you can believe it. Mary Ann was eventually released and screamed about getting the police involved. I told her I’d raise her salary another three hundred bucks a week. After all, it was just money right?
She seemed fine with that, and accepted my apology. Privately however, she told my wife how electrifying the whole experience had been for her and what a turn on being tickled really was. She had played me like a deck of cards.
That was the end of the beast’s run of life though. My wife actually gave it to Mary Ann and her husband just to get under my skin. I couldn’t believe it. Luckily, she didn’t know about the hidden video camera that I had used to capture the whole thing. Being that our maid was a bit of a hotty, I might just pull that tape out on some lonely night and watch what really happened to her.
As for now, I’m in the doghouse. Not just metaphorically either folks. As the beginning of my wife’s cruel payback, she decided I’d spend the night tied to the roof of the doghouse in our backyard. Naked, spread eagle with four posts driven deep into the ground around to hold my hands and feet down, and blindfolded is how I spent this evening. Oh well, she’s having her fun now. I’ll just lie here and take it like a good husband. After all, MR.BIGDEALS was always just a phone call away.
Its just money, right?
