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Bedroom Games

laughter_n_love

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Bedroom Games

Sandra sat in front of her mirror, brushing her long blonde hair and smiling to herself. Frank would be here any minute, and then their game would begin. She was ashamed of herself for being as excited as she was. It wasn't as though this was the first time they had ever played, right?

Frank was Sandra's husband of just over a year. They had met as teenagers, fallen in love, and after a long engagement, finally gotten married in their early twenties. It was during that long engagement that they had discovered their mutual love of role playing. It had started out innocently, with Frank wearing a patch over one eye and talking like a pirate during sex, and grown into something bigger over time. It had become a Saturday evening ritual with them, something that they both looked forward to each week. They had spent one Sunday afternoon brainstorming, writing ideas on a piece of paper and putting them in a hat, and now each Sunday they chose a new 'game' to play on the following Saturday. It had gotten a little expensive on some occasions, as Sandra's Cleopatra outfit had cost a small fortune, but it was worth it. Their sex life had never been better, and Sandra suspected that they had only scratched the surface of where things might lead.

Tonight's game was called Burglar. Sandra's loins tingled just thinking about it. The game was to have Frank 'break into' their house, tie her up, and interrogate her until she told him where her diamonds were. To make the game realistic, she had actually hidden her jewels so he would not be able to find them without her telling him.

Sandra was bursting with anticipation because tonight's game would be the first time that any bondage was to be incorporated. Sandra had a strong desire to feel what it was like to be helpless. From the moment they had begun with their role playing games, Sandra had had it in the back of her mind for things to come to this. It had been her idea to throw games into the hat, her idea to make Burglar one of the games, and her choice to play the victim tonight. She'd dreamed about Frank dominating her for as long as she could remember, but had never had the courage to come out and tell him so. As far as she knew, he had no idea. She thought he might have gotten the hint when she insisted they buy the four poster bed for their new house, but he had no clue. Frank was a wonderful husband and she loved him dearly, but sometimes he was a little slow on the uptake. Now, she wouldn't have to drop hints anymore...the game said he was to tie her up. She hoped that he would see how much she was enjoying herself and want to work bondage into their games from now on. That was the plan anyway.

Sandra glanced around the bedroom. Everything was set up for their game. The window was open, and a soft spring breeze blew in and toyed with the curtains. Her diamond necklace and earrings were safely hidden behind the picture hanging on the wall, a place Frank was sure to never look. A few lengths of soft rope 'just happened' to be lying beside the armoire. She giggled about that. Sometimes realism had to be sacrificed for convenience.

Her eyes lingered on the bed. It looked inviting with the comforter removed and the normal linens having been replaced with her favorite satin sheets. Sandra couldn't wait to be tied down to it. She fought the urge to touch herself as she pictured herself bound and spread-eagled to it's four corners. Frank would tease her unmercifully when she was tied like that, she hoped. He was always gentle with his young wife, but tonight she hoped the he would let lust take over just a little. Tonight she wanted to be ravaged.

The room was perfect, and so was she. She wore her Victoria's Secret black sheer lace babydoll with the sequins and the matching thong. It looked fantastic on her, and she knew Frank would find her irresistible in it. Her long straight blond hair came well past her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled like sun reflecting off the water. Frank often told her that she could have been a model, and while she'd always blush and tell him to stop being silly, a little part of her believed it to be true. She'd been the prom queen, the captain of the cheerleaders, and she'd won the county beauty pageant at age 18. She'd had photographers use her picture for their portfolio, and there was a starving artist out there that had spent an entire summer painting portraits of her. Heads turned to watch her pass wherever she went. Frank had himself a prize, and tonight she hoped he knew what to do with it.

It wasn't like she'd settled though. Frank had been her high school sweetheart, the captain of the football team, the prom king, and the heir to an extensive family fortune. He was stunningly handsome, and she knew her girlfriends envied her for having snagged him. He spoiled her rotten, and they lived in the best house in the best neighborhood in town. Life was perfect with Frank. Truly, she was living the life of a princess, and after tonight, she hoped to be living the life of both a princess and a submissive.

She continued to brush her long hair, and kept her eyes on the reflection of the window in the mirror. Frank was supposed to climb up the ivy and in through there. She'd act shocked, he'd order her onto the bed, he'd tie her up, search the room, find nothing, and then the fun would begin. Her hand drifted across her breasts as she imagined it. God was she horny!

A grunt and a struggle of effort could be heard outside the window. Sandra stifled a giggle. Frank was in superior shape, but still, climbing the wall to the bedroom window must certainly be a challenge. She had tried to convince him to come through one of the lower level windows, but he had insisted. "You just want to show off how strong you are," she had teased him. She couldn't deny, though, that being married to a real life Spiderman excited her.

She eyed the window carefully through the mirror, not really brushing her hair any longer. The grunts outside got louder. Even though she knew it was her husband about to terrorize her, a wave of excited fear washed over her, and her skin broke out in goosebumps. She was already getting wet between her legs.

A gloved hand appeared on the window sill, and Sandra jumped on her bench despite herself. This was already the best game they had ever played, and it hadn't even begun yet! She bit her lip and watched the window, resisting the urge to rush over and pull him in. It was torture waiting like this!

Finally a head peered over the sill, a head covered in a black ski mask. Sandra fought the urge to laugh. It was so like Frank to wear something like that. It was perfect for the occasion.

The 'intruder' paused, looking at her. Her back was to the window, and even though she could see everything through the mirror's reflection, she gave no indication of having spotted him. She continued to brush her hair as if nothing was amiss.

The masked figure continued to enter through the window, keeping as silent as possible. He was covered in black from head to toe. As he swung his leg in through the open portal, he lost his grip and crashed into the room quite unceremoniously.

Sandra saw it all in the mirror. She squealed in mock horror at a burglar entering through her window, but she had to cover her mouth to hold back the giggles as she turned to look at him. "He can't possibly expect me to act afraid when he falls into the room, now can he?" she thought to herself. He lay crumpled by the window, and she rose to see if he was okay, still laughing.

"Are you okay, Honey?" she asked, reaching to help him.

He whirled on her, brandishing a razor. "Back up, Lady!" His voice was gruff, almost a growl.

This time Sandra really did jump and squeal in surprise. Frank was taking this seriously! She'd never heard him use this voice before, and the razor completely shocked her. The intruder rose to his feet, and Sandra softened a bit as the familiar 6 foot 2 inch frame loomed over her. Being only 5 foot 7 herself, she was used to looking up into the eyes of her beloved. She giggled nervously, "I'm sorry Mr. Burglar. I just thought you might be..."

"Quiet!" the masked man barked. Sandra jumped again at the forcefulness of his voice. Perhaps Frank was as ready to dominate her as she was ready to be dominated. She felt her lustful mood returning rapidly. Frank had recovered the scene nicely.

The intruder scanned the room quickly. He moved to the bedroom door and closed it, locking it from the inside. Sandra stood meekly in her babydoll lingerie, covering one bare foot with the other and watching him silently. He turned to her. "You alone?" he barked in that same gruff voice. She nodded, and he grunted in approval. The man in the mask then took a moment to eye her up and down, as if noticing her attractiveness for the first time. She blushed in spite of herself.

He pointed the razor in her direction. "Get on the bed, Princess."

She smiled at him. "Yes, Sir." The man in the mask tilted his head, surprised.

She moved to the bed and sat on the edge. Her womanhood was tingling with excitement. Would he force her back? Would be rip her lingerie off? How much should she resist?

The man was moving to the armoire, where he noticed the rope lying on the floor. Again he looked at her curiously. She was fingering her bodice, watching him. She thought she could make out a frown from beneath the mask. He picked up the rope and approached her.

Sandra decided to take the initiative. She moved to the middle of the bed and lay back, spread-eagling herself. "Like this?" she asked.

Again the burglar appeared surprised. He stared at her, unmoving for a moment. Then he spoke again in that gruff voice. "Nuh-uh. On your belly, Princess."

Sandra experienced her first pangs of disappointment. Frank did not want her like this. He had something else in mind. Reluctantly, she rolled over onto her stomach. Frank usually knew what she wanted out of these games. He'd strayed off course on this one though.

The man sprang on her. She gasped in surprise at the roughness in his actions. He forced her wrists behind her back and tightly bound them with the rope. She winced at tightness, but found the sensation oddly arousing. Frank was dominating her. Not necessarily as she would have scripted it, but effectively nonetheless.

She tried to steer him back to thoughts that made up her fantasies. It wasn't too late to make use of those bedposts at the foot of the bed. "Are you sure you don't want me on..."

"I said quiet!"

Sandra shut up and bit her bottom lip. She didn't dare speak again unless she was told to. Frank was in charge now, and she would play by his rules.

The bondage was just getting started it seemed. The man cruelly tied her elbows together behind her back. She cried out in pain at the uncomfortableness of this position, but he did not seem to care. Then he tied her ankles tightly together, and again she winced. Next he tied her legs together, just above the knees. For a man who had never tied her up before, Frank seemed to know what he was doing, and he was certainly being thorough. Finally, he bent her legs up towards her bottom, and she felt her ankles being tied to her wrists. Now she was completely helpless. Frank had really tied her tightly. She'd chew him out for that tomorrow, but not tonight. Tonight, she was his to play with, although she could figure out what he possibly intended to do with her tied like this.

The masked man rose, his hog tie of her complete. She squirmed a bit in the ropes, but he had done his work well. The part of her had craved being bound was in ecstasy. She could hardly move a muscle, and she was powerless to resist against whatever he might have in mind. The part of her that had been looking forward to being spread and teased was dejected, but the night was young, and anything was still possible.

The burglar started rummaging through her dresser. He was opening drawers, tossing items of clothing about, overturning her jewelry box. Sandra watched in half amusement, half anticipation. Certainly Frank was playing the role of Burglar well, but did he have to trash the whole room? Besides, she was ready for him to start in on her.

Having found nothing of value in her dresser, he moved to the armoire and tore that apart too. It was going to take her forever to put all the clothes back away. He searched every drawer and every compartment in the room before finally giving up. He turned to her.

"Okay Lady, where are the jewels?"

Frank was playing his role well, and she was determined to do the same.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"I ain't got time for games, Lady. I know you gots diamonds in here somewhere. Where are they?"

If Sandra wasn't so keyed up by the game, she would have chuckled at Frank's guttural lingo. He was really outdoing himself tonight. She was tied almost painfully tight, but she couldn't resist smiling broadly at him. "I can't tell you that." Her eyes twinkled at him.

The masked man did a double take, to make sure he was seeing correctly. Did she just smile at him?

She watched him as he looked her over again, from her head to her toes. A blush stole over her as her observed her near naked, bound form. This was it. Now he would tease her for the information.

The man looked about the room, and spotted the hairbrush she had just been using. He grabbed it and positioned himself so that her bound knees were locked between his own. Sandra was confused. A hairbrush? What was Frank going to do with that?

"Last chance...where are the diamonds?"

"I'll never tell!" Sandra giggled. She was breathless in anticipation.

"You think this is funny, Lady? I'll give you something to laugh about." And with that, Sandra felt the bristles of the brush being raked against the bottoms of her feet.

Sandra nearly jumped out of her skin. A surprised yelp squeaked out of her. What was Frank doing? Was he crazy? He knew how deathly ticklish she was. Why would he do this?

The brush scrubbed roughly up and down the pampered flesh of her slender feet. Sandra exploded in uncontrollable laughter. She flopped around on the bed as much as her compromised position would allow. The man had corralled her ankles and held them fast to work his cruelty with the brush. Sandra could do nothing to avoid the wicked tickling sensations rocketing from her soles through her nervous system. She couldn't believe how unbearable that brush felt against her feet.

"STAAAAAHAAAAHAAAAPPPP!!!...FRANK!...HAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!...PLEASE!...I...CAN'T...MOVE!....HAAHAAAHAA!...STAAAAAAAHAAAAPPP!!!"

The intruder ignored her pleas. "Tell me where the diamonds are, Lady!"

Sandra was in ticklish agony, but she was determined to last longer than this. If she cracked now, Frank wouldn't have to turn her over and tease her sexually for the info. The brush was torture, but she had to survive this, no matter how awful it felt. Besides, wasn't it turning her on, just a little?

"NEVER!" She managed to scream between guffaws. She squirmed as much as she could, and her perfectly brushed hair was becoming quite messed from her thrashing. She felt the wetness between her legs growing as she ground her hips on the bed.

"C'mon, Lady. Talk!" The masked man sounded sincere.

The brush continued to work it's magic on her defenseless feet. Tears began to tumble from her eyes, even as her loins heated up. Tickling had never excited her before, but then again, she had never been tied up either. There was something about the combination of being both completely helpless and mercilessly tortured that was highly erotic to her. She was desperate for him to stop, but at the same time, she couldn't remember ever being this hot before.

"FRANK!!!....PLEASE!!!...HAAAHAAHAAAHAAHAAAA....IT...TICKLES...TOO...MUCH!!!...HAAHAAAHAAAA....STAAAHAAAAPPP!!!....FRANK!"

"Spill it, Lady!"

She couldn't take anymore. The tickling was driving her crazy, and she needed relief in more than one way.

"OKAY!...OKAY!...HAAAHAAHAAHAAHAAAAAAHAAAA...THE PICTURE!...THE PICTURE!"

The man immediately stopped tickling her and went to the picture hanging on the wall. Sandra lay panting and sweaty, exhausted but almost savagely aroused. She needed sex, now.

The intruder took down the picture and discovered the bag containing her diamonds taped to the back. She eyed him with lust. "Take me Frank...I need you!" Her voice was hoarse with passion.

The man stopped what he was doing and looked at her. He eyed her curiously as she tried to look as wanton as possible. She could tell that he smiled beneath the ski mask. The man turned, gathered up a pair of her panties and a nylon, and returned to her head. He tenderly brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. She spotted the panties and nylon with twinkling eyes and guessed what he intended. "Atta boy, Frank!" she thought. She opened her mouth obediently and he shoved the panties in. Then he wrapped the nylon around her head, gagging her completely. She was more excited than ever. THIS is how she wanted to be dominated!

The man returned to her legs and trapped her knees again. Her eyes widened in alarm. Surely he wasn't going to tickle her more. The man leaned forward and whispered in her ear, even as he was gathering up her ankles again. "Lady, my name ain't Frank."

Realization dawned upon Sandra. It took a moment for her to absorb what she had just heard. As her brain finally accepted the truth, she screamed into her gag. The intruder chuckled. It all made sense to him too now. He muttered something about "kinky rich people".

Sandra once again felt the stiff bristles of the hair brush being raked across her soles. She bucked wildly, her forced laughter being muffled by the gag. Fear and panic raged through her. This man was not her husband! The brush continued it's assault on her defenseless feet, and she howled in ticklish agony into the gag. Fresh tears sprang forth from her eyes. The man had what he wanted...why was did he continue to torture her like this?

The man was obviously enjoying himself. He chuckled as he tormented her naked feet. "You like this, eh Princess? You like a little kitchy kitchy on your feet?"

Sandra writhed on the bed, but her unintelligible protests went unheeded. It was bad enough that the man was robbing her jewelry. It was bad enough that she was half naked, tied on her bed. It was bad enough that she was being tickle tortured without mercy. Now she was being mentally teased about enjoying it. It was humiliating. It was also true. Even as she felt her face grow flushed with embarrassment, and the tortured laughs were being forced from her chest, and the salty tears dribbled down her cheeks, she could not deny the longing in the center of her womanhood. Her body did not lie. She was smoldering.

But there appeared to be no relief for the itch between her legs. Only unbearable foot tickling. The bristles of the brush were devastatingly effective in their rigidity. All Sandra could do is scrunch her toes as much as possible, in order to wrinkle the surfaces of her soles and possibly gain some respite from the torture, but that was only minimally effective. She was far too ticklish for this sort of treatment. Her feet were perfect tickle targets, and the masked man was throwing nothing but bull's eyes.

Sandra was growing desperate. She was having trouble getting air. She was was sure to go mad if the tickling of her feet did not stop soon. She was dying for penetration between her legs. The situation appeared hopeless.

It was then that she heard a commotion at the window. She managed to turn her head and see her husband entering the way the intruder had come. Frank! The man torturing her saw him too, and bull rushed the window. Sandra screamed a muffled scream as the man barreled into Frank, who was just barely able to get through the window before the absorbing the blow. The two man crashed loudly against the bedroom wall. Frank went down and seemed a bit stunned, and the man in the mask took this momentary advantage to sprint for the bedroom door. He was out the door and down the stairs just as Frank was able to regain his feet.

Frank looked from the door to his wife, and back to the door again, trying to decide his course of action. Deciding that his wife was more important that the intruder, he rushed to her side and removed her gag. She was crying.

"Sandy! Sandy! Are you all right?"

Sandra nodded. "I'm okay. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I'm sorry Honey. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. I'm all right. Where were you, Frank?"

"That guy jumped me in the bushes. I was out cold. I'm so sorry Honey. Did he hurt you?"

"No, I'm okay. But hurry up and untie me. I need you to do something."

"What?"

"I need you to FUCK me!"

*******************

Sandra and Frank lay in bed on Sunday morning a week later. Frank was reading in the paper how the jewel thief had been caught and was facing prosecution. Sandra was eyeing her wrists, noting that the silk scarves Frank had bound her with last night had left no marks. She purred and cuddled up to her husband.

"Thank you for last night. You were wonderful."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "My pleasure Baby. I'm glad you liked it."

"Mmmmmm, I did. Betcha didn't know I was that ticklish, eh?"

"Oh I knew...I just didn't know how much you liked it!"

She giggled and buried her face in his chest. She almost felt as though her body were still tingling from the torture of Frank's fingers and tongue.

"You know, Frank, we don't have to wait until Saturday night to play..." She looked up at him, grinning wildly.

He grinned back. "I'll get the scarves, you get the brush."

THE END
 
I have a question...

Can you just, like...get asthma?

Wow!:D
 
That is definately one of the best "sexual type" tickling stories I have read in a long time. I'm very impressed!
 
Your tale stole MY heart...

<P>Considering its brief length, your tickle tale had more brio than
many another more ornately plotted scenario. You efficently and effectively conveyed the changes in Sandra's mood and situation--
from playful lustful anticipation to even more lustful misreading of the burglar's intent to tickled surprise to desperate fear to tickle
tortured agony to blessed relief in her true lover's arms--all so
convincingly! The twisty coincidence of the appearance of a real burglar may have been telegraphed fairly early, but since Sandra won
me over as a character immediately, I saw the situation through
her eyes,happily suspending my disbelief. I really appreciate that
she came across, not as an idiot, but as someone whose stoked libido
blinded her initially to the real peril she was facing.And it's cool to have a tickle tale, ah, climax so romantically and so playfully erotic.<P>
<P> Thanks for this gem! I think it deserves a Golden Feather. I'll look forward to your posts with keen anticipation.<P>
 
I tihink tthis guy is Shakespere reborn!!!

You are a complete and total tickle story genius!!!!!
 
WOW!!!

That was just fantasic.
Great job.
Oh and thanks for incorporating a hair brush, my favorite(not that I asked).:D
 
Excellent!!!

I enjoyed this story very much. It was sexy, suspenseful, and very intense. Keep up the great work, laughter_n_love!

Rockauthor
 
:) Ahhhhh another one that is truthfully a great story! laughter_n_love, love the hairbrush....the suspence and it gave me a couple of ideas :devil: :devil: :devil:

Again I have to say...you are the Master of Laughter and Tickling!

;) Playfultoy2000
 
You are right, you don't have to wait until Saturday!

:) Sandra said it well <She giggled and buried her face in his chest. She almost felt as though her body were still tingling from the torture of Frank's fingers and tongue.

"You know, Frank, we don't have to wait until Saturday night to play..." She looked up at him, grinning wildly. >
:) and of course Frank, responding wonderfully!

<He grinned back. "I'll get the scarves, you get the brush." >

:) Laughter, I love how you added the sexual content to the Tickling!
It was sensual,erotic,playful...and some what intense. All of which is fantastic!! You are a genuis!
Awesome story, you have a great mind! Thanks for sharing! Keep them coming:D
 
This is so HOT!

Dave2112 said:
I have a question...

Can you just, like...get asthma?

Wow!:D

OMG! I would love to see more of these stories here! Great work Laughterinlove!

:p Pam:p
 
Dave2112 said:
I have a question...

Can you just, like...get asthma?

Wow!:D
The story was one of my favorites thus far, the quote that Dave2112 wrote was funny :) This story opened up some possible tickle moves :) :devil: :tickle: :happyfloa :tickle:
 
Re: Your tale stole MY heart...

Capt. Spalding said:
<P>Considering its brief length, your tickle tale had more brio than
many another more ornately plotted scenario. You efficently and effectively conveyed the changes in Sandra's mood and situation--
from playful lustful anticipation to even more lustful misreading of the burglar's intent to tickled surprise to desperate fear to tickle
tortured agony to blessed relief in her true lover's arms--all so
convincingly! The twisty coincidence of the appearance of a real burglar may have been telegraphed fairly early, but since Sandra won
me over as a character immediately, I saw the situation through
her eyes,happily suspending my disbelief. I really appreciate that
she came across, not as an idiot, but as someone whose stoked libido
blinded her initially to the real peril she was facing.And it's cool to have a tickle tale, ah, climax so romantically and so playfully erotic.<P>
<P> Thanks for this gem! I think it deserves a Golden Feather. I'll look forward to your posts with keen anticipation.<P>

This left me all HOT and BOTHERED TOO! WOW! DOUBLE WOW!
Destiny
PS If you have a continued story line to this please oh please let me know!:bowing: :devil2:
 
I loved how Frank demonated Sandra, and she obeyed! I wanted him to finish what he started, but he had other plans. Thought he would never FUCK HER! Oh and don't forget the tickles! :firedevil :whip: WOW what a story! Wished it had been Katherine ;) Katherine
 
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