Tickled Purple M/F

I posted this story eons ago, but I'm reposting it again because there have been a couple of requests for some more of my tickling stories. I'm sorry to say that after this one, the literary well is dry folks. It is MUCH shorter than "Flight into Fantasy" (which should make some of you happy), but it has tons of tickles in it.

As a sidenote, the "manhattan club" idea in the beginning of this story actually came to me in a dream many years ago. I was so excited from it when I woke up that I HAD to write a story around it. Hope you like it. Can't wait to hear what you all thought.

Maggie



TICKLED PURPLE
*when being tickled pink isn’t enough!

Chapter One

The line was around the block. People were waiting with fevered anticipation for what was about to happen. The patrons were talking amongst themselves, most wondering why a club like this hadn’t been created before. The club’s mastermind stood on the second floor of the Manhattan building looking out the window at the crowd, which seemed to be growing by the minute.
“I knew there were a lot of us out there,” Laura chuckled.
“More than I would have expected,” Patrick admitted.
Patrick and Laura had been married for ten years, and Laura had come “out of the closet” to him seven years ago about her secret fetish. When she did it was as if she had been born again. She no longer felt the need to hide her true feelings, or manipulate Patrick into doing what she secretly longed for. Their sex went from being a marital obligation, to pure unbridled ecstasy. Laura had never been happier in her life. She then decided to open a club designed to give people like her, the same pleasure she was experiencing for the first time in her life.
“We open in fifteen minutes. Are you nervous?” Patrick asked.
“A little. Who knows how this will be accepted. We’re kind of breaking new ground here tonight” Laura said as she twirled her hair with her index finger.
Patrick looked over at Laura playing with her hair and knew she was more nervous than she let on. It was a habit she had since she was a small child. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and squeezed her.
“It’s going to be great! Obviously, there are plenty of people who’s idea of fun is the same as yours” Patrick said reassuringly as he wiggled his fingers against her ribs playfully.
Laura jumped and giggled at Patrick’s tickling fingertips. Patrick knew that a couple of quick tickles would help to ease Laura’s tension. She was grateful for the diversion.
“Hey! Don’t get me started!” Laura laughed as she struggled weakly to free herself from the tickling bear hug Patrick had her in.
Patrick stopped after a couple of seconds and kissed her on the neck. Just then there was a knock on the door. The manager of the club poked his head in.
“We’re about to open the flood gates, are you two ready?” Mike asked.
“As ready as we’ll ever be” Laura said while continuing to twirl her hair.
They all walked downstairs to watch the grand opening. Laura took one more glance around to make sure that everything was perfect. She had been over the entire club a hundred times, but it couldn’t hurt to do it once more. The club was flooded with a purple glow from the blacklights on the ceiling. There were long feather boas wrapped around the edge of the bar and the railing of the staircase. All of the walls were painted with murals put together by various artists in the area. The scenes were beautifully detailed, and the blacklights made them look as though they were coming right out of the walls. The majority of the pictures were bondage/tickle torture scenes. The girls being tied up were scantly clad in various seductive outfits, while their captors were generally bare chested males wearing tight fitting pants. There were also some male captive pictures. Many of the tortured males were tied down in some fashion, and tickled by shapely women armed with long, colorful feathers. Laura’s favorite was displayed on the wall as you walked into the club. It showed one petite woman with dark flowing hair. She was being held down on a bed, not by restraints, but by three muscular men. They were all tickling various parts of her body. The look on the woman’s face was a mixture of hysteria and ecstasy. In Laura’s mind, she thought the artist captured the feelings evoked by tickle torture perfectly. She took one last look at the damsel in “distress” and hoped the patrons would enjoy the torture as much as she did. With that thought she signaled to the bouncer at the door for him to open the double doors to the club.
The bouncer at the door was responsible for checking I.D.’s, collecting the $25 entrance fee, and giving each patron a piece of paper with one question posted on it- “Where is your favorite tickle spot?” Then at the bottom of the paper there was a warning that read- “If at any time you wish to stop being tickled, shout Tickled Purple!” When the staff heard that cry, they were instructed to free the patron. Once the patrons were checked to see if they were over twenty-one years old, and had received their paper, they filled it out and handed it to the next staff member who stood only a few feet away from the bouncer. It was Laura’s idea to have the patrons fill out the paper so she could keep track of the most often requested tickle spots at the end of the night. This way she would be able to gear certain aspects of the club’s entertainment to highlight that area. The next staff member’s job was to read the patrons answer and give them two stickers that corresponded with that area of the body, then drop the paper into a locked wooden box behind him. If the patron wrote neck or underarms, they got two red stickers. If they answered mid-section (ribs, stomach, or chest), they got two orange stickers. If they preferred their thighs, hips or knees, they received two green stickers. Lastly, and probably the most popular, if they wanted their feet tickled, they got two purple stickers. The patron was to then place one sticker on their chest and the other on their back, that way no matter which direction they faced in the tickle tunnel, their preferences would be known. Once the labeling process was complete, the patron was instructed to take off their shoes (and preferably their socks), and place them in a bin at the beginning of the tunnel. They then had the option of having restraints placed on their wrists, to make their venture through the tunnel a little more difficult, and to also restrict their ability to protect themselves.
The tickle tunnel was about a quarter mile of clear, hard, plastic piping which snaked it’s way along part of the club’s floor. The staff had an unobstructed view of the patrons...there was no where to hide! There was room for the staff members to walk on either side of the tunnel, to give them complete access to the patrons crawling through it. It was wide enough to accommodate the larger patrons, but not too wide as to allow too much movement by them. It stood only three feet high. The patrons could only go in a forward direction. Once in the tunnel....there was no going back. Along the tunnel there was a set of four holes every six feet, which were wide enough to stick an arm through. More specifically, a staff member’s arm. The sets of holes were fifteen feet apart, to give the patron a chance to catch their breath in between attacks. Their break would only be the time it would take them to crawl from one set of holes to the other. There were also slits in the tunnel which were wide enough the slip a thin board through. This was designed to block patrons into a certain area of the tunnel, and prevent them from moving forward. The staff could use their discretion as to when, where and who was to be trapped, and for how long. The patrons only real control in the tunnel was the use of the phrase “Tickled Purple!” which freed them instantly through an escape hatch which was locked from the outside.
Each staff member had been put through a training class on the most effective techniques used for tickling people. Most of them had been ticklephiles all their life, so very little training was actually necessary. They were armed with a hairbrush, a feather and a paintbrush, to be used as different tickling instruments. Laura felt very comfortable with the staff she had hired. Many she had known for years, from running with them in the same ticklish circle of friends. The others, she had gotten on recommendations from those people. She wanted to make sure that they could be trusted completely because the club’s success depended on it. If the patrons didn’t feel safe, the club would be a flop....and she knew it.




Chapter Two


The first guest walked cautiously up to the staff member who stood at the beginning of the tunnel. She was wearing a tight pair of cut off shorts and a black sports bra. Apparently, she had read the flyer Laura had circulated on the streets. On it there was a description of the club’s entertainment, and also some suggestions for proper attire. Laura wrote- “The more skin shown, the better the tickle!” That was precisely what this first guest was hoping for.
“Take off your sandals please, and put them in this bin” the staff member instructed.
“Sure, no...pr...oblem..” she stammered.
“You want to do this, don’t you?” the male staff asked.
“Of course...I’m just...nervous...that’s all” she replied.
“Well, you have nothing to be nervous about. Trust me” he smiled as he offered her his hand. He had an honest smile, so she offered him her hand in return.
“Here goes nothing” she said with a chuckle.
As the first guest entered the tunnel music began to play over the sound system. The whole club was flooded with loud dance music, but not loud enough to cover up the first scream of the evening. It was the high pitched scream of the first guest in the tunnel, and it was followed by shrieks of laughter. Laura watched from mid-way up the spiral staircase which connected her second floor office to the club. She couldn’t believe the moment was actually here. It took so many months of planning to make her fantasy a reality. The woman’s laugh was the most magical thing she had ever heard. It made all of her efforts worth while. Unknowingly, Laura began to giggle too.
The guest was just working her way past the first set of holes, trying to catch her breath from her first attack. She looked up and realized she was about to come up to the next set of tickle hands. She braced herself and tried to keep from laughing. She knew if she lost it already, she would never make it through this tunnel. She still had a long way to go. She crawled slowly up to the waiting hands. The staff member saw the purple sticker on her back and knew she needed a good foot tickle. She crawled under the hands and was amazed that they seemed to allow her to pass. Could it be some of these hands are put here just to tease, and not really tickle? She had just let down her guard when the hands grabbed her feet and pulled her back to the holes. She screamed as she felt the first set of hands lock onto her ankles, while the next set of hands appeared into the tunnel. There were two staff member positioned on either side of the tunnel, ready to give her a thorough foot tickle. The staff member with his hands free began to run his fingers lightly down the girls soles. She tried to fight the laughter, but she didn’t have a prayer. She began to giggle at first, but when he started to scratch the bottom of her feet with a greater intensity, she let out a scream followed by gales of laughter. He didn’t let up for a second. He forced her curled toes open, and held them back while he scratched at the base of her toes. She tried to crawl away, but the grip was too firm. She tried to turn herself around in an effort to grab the tickling hands, but the tunnel was too narrow. All she could do was lie there and take it. The staff member paused, she thought that the attack was finally over. She felt a mixture relief and disappointment. But her ankles weren’t released yet. She wondered what they were waiting for. The thought barely had time to enter her brain, when she felt the bristles of a brush scrub the bottom of her feet. Her laughter started up immediately. He brushed the sides and top of her feet with circular movements that made her whole body shake. He then went up to her ankles, then returned to her soles. She felt herself about to scream “Tickled Purple!” when the hands let her ankles go. She laid there for a moment, exhausted from the onslaught.
“Are you okay?” asked the staff member who had tickled her feet.
“Yeah... just... catching my.... breath” she said with a smile.
She proceeded forward. She didn’t know how she was going to make it through the rest of this tunnel. “Why did I choose purple?” she mumbled to herself. Her feet were the most ticklish spot on her, so she thought it would be the best part to get tickled. She was having second thoughts. She loved the feeling, but didn’t know if she had the stamina to make it to the end of the tunnel if every staff member was going to just focus on her feet.
Laura knew, from many tickle sessions herself exactly how much tickling most people could take. She knew not to exploit any one area for too long, or else it would go past pleasurable, into hysterics. Hysterics may be okay if the two people participating have a trusting, intimate relationship with each other, but among strangers, it was best to play it a bit safer. Another problem with taking the patron too far over the edge, was the fact that it would make it difficult, if not impossible, for most patrons to make it the entire length of the tunnel. The staff was instructed to only focus on the patrons “sticker spot” three times during their venture through the tunnel. The rest of the attacks would be less intense, and geared toward random parts of the body. This way the patrons could catch their breath and not feel too overwhelmed. Laura also knew that it would build up a feeling of trust by the patrons, instead of feeling like their vulnerabilities were being exploited.
For the rest of the trip through the tunnel the first guest got most of her body tickled. When she saw the last set of holes, she thought she was home free, she literally saw the light at the end of the tunnel! But then she had a run in with Sheila. She was the last staff member on the tunnel line. She had candy apple red nails which were about 1 1/2 inches long. Laura positioned her last because she was one of her most skilled staff. She knew every ticklish spot on the human body and exactly how to manipulate it. Laura had seen her turn supposed non-ticklish people, into a giggling balls of jelly. Sheila’s assistant staff member grabbed the guest by the loops on her shorts to hold her in position. Sheila then slid a board through one of the slots, blocking the exit of the tunnel. The girl was trapped. Sheila then dragged her red talons up the ribcage of the bound guest. Laughter was something that the patron couldn’t even try to fight anymore, she broke out into a roaring laugh. Then the skilled staff member found the hollows of her underarms. She varied the pressure of her nails from light circling motions, to hard up and down strokes.
“NOOOOoooo.....MoRe!!!” the girl screamed in a shaky voice.
To oblige the guest’s wishes, Sheila then slid her nails down the back of her legs. This was probably not what the girl meant by “No more”, but the staff was having too much fun to stop now. The nails on her legs evoked an even more violent reaction, as if she had been electrocuted. Sheila’s assistant had to pin the girl down to prevent her from kicking too hard. Once he had her in place, Sheila made slow circles around her calves and behind her knees. The girl continued to shriek and gasp for air. For the grand finale she went for the girl’s feet. It was then that the girl began to beg for mercy.
“PLEASE..(gasp)...not..(gasp)..my ....FEEEEEEEEET!!! “ The rest of her pleads were jumbled, incoherent words with shrieks of laughter in between.
Sheila was only focused on hearing whether or not she was trying to say the magic phrase “Tickled Purple!”, but it never came out. Only brief pleads for mercy. So Sheila ran her fingernails in between the girls toes with one hand and scratched her sole with the other. She did this first to the left foot and then to the right. She didn’t want to leave any part untouched. The girl was bordering on hysterics. She had tears pouring out of her eyes, and sweat dripping out of every pore of her body. Sheila knew she had almost hit the limit with this guest, so she stopped before the girl lost her senses completely. The girl felt the hands which had restrained her lift. It was over. She made it. She just laid there, incapable of carrying her own weight the last foot of the tunnel. Once the board was removed, one of the male staff reached in and dragged her out. He then stood her up while supporting her with his arm around her waist. Another staff member walked over to her and said “congratulations, it took guts” and then stamped her hand with a blacklight responsive ink. She looked down at her hand, and saw that the glowing mark was in the shape of a feather.
This stamp was only for those who made it all the way through the tunnel. It entitled them to two for one drinks at the bar, and entrance into the backroom of the club. The backroom was set up for those who were into serious levels of extreme tickling. Laura felt that anyone who could make it through the tunnel would probably enjoy what entertainment the backroom had to offer. There was a sign posted on the outside of the door detailing what would happen to those people who were brave enough to enter. It required the occupants to strip down to their underwear. It then warned that they would be restrained by the method of choice of the staff member in charge. The final warning was that they would not leave without saying “Tickled Purple!” At the bottom it bluntly stated “ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!”
The staff member that had pulled the girl from the tunnel now led her over to one of the couches in the club so she could regain her strength.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked with a smile on his face.
“A glass of water... would be great!” she finally replied while trying to even out her breathing.
Returning with her water he asked “So, would you ever do it again?”
She took long gulps of the cool water, then paused. It looked like she was giving it a considerable amount of thought. A slow smile appeared on her face. “This is probably gonna sound crazy, especially looking at my condition, but I think I would!” She laughed at the seemingly crazy idea.
“Nope, not crazy at all. I’d think you were nuts if you didn’t want to” he said with a grin.
Laura watched the girl from her vantage point on the staircase. It looked as though the first trial was a success. She decided to go down into the club and greet some of her guests. She wanted to get a better vibe on how the guests were responding to the club she had created. As she reached the floor she felt a pair of hands grab hold of her waist from behind. She gasped. They didn’t tickle her, they just remained there with the possible threat of attack on her sensitive ribs. She was nervous about moving, in fear that the unknown person may decide to move his hands and tickle her, but her curiosity got the better of her. She turned her head around slowly.
“Oh, Eric, I didn’t see you come in. You startled me!” she said to the man who was once her lover.
Here was a man that knew her both emotionally and physically, almost as well as her own husband. He knew every ticklish spot on her body. It was this fact that made her nervous of his hands wrapped firmly around her waist. At the end of their relationship, they parted the closest of friends, and even indulged in the occasional tickle fight.
“If it isn’t the woman of the hour...right here in my grasp. Whatever shall I do with you?” he said devilishly.
“Be nice or it’ll be your turn in the tunnel next, and I can make it last for hours....I’ve got connections” she said with a smile.
“Is that a threat? You know I don’t respond too kindly to threats” he said as his fingers began to gently massage her ribcage.
She jumped a little and then tried to steel herself against the ticklish sensations. She only lasted a couple of seconds, then she began to giggle. He knew he had her at his mercy. After making her laugh for a few seconds, he decided to be kind, for the moment, until a better opportunity presented itself. He released his grip from her small waist.
“Until we meet again” he whispered in her ear, just before walking away.
She was relieved when he decided to stop. She knew that he had the capability of dissolving her into hysterical fits of laughter, if he chose to. She didn’t want to make a scene in front of her husband and staff members. It was no secret to any of them how very ticklish she was, but she didn’t feel that it was appropriate to indulge in a tickle fight in front of her patrons.
“I wonder what he’s got up his sleeve” she said to no one in particular, as she made her way through the crowd of guests.
“Wouldn’t you like to know” she heard her husband say as he appeared from behind her. She looked over to see Patrick smiling broadly. Now she knew they were up to something.
“Patrick, I know that look on your face. You’re up to something, aren’t you?”
“Who me?” he tried to feign innocence.
“No, the other very guilty looking husband of mine” she joked.
“It’s nothing to be concerned about. Just a little surprise we’ve got for you later”
Now she knew she was in trouble.


Chapter Three

When Patrick and Eric got together with her it only meant one thing.....she was going to be tickled. She first learned this lesson twelve years ago, on a cold night in January. Shortly after Eric and Laura had broken up, and Patrick became the new love of her life, the three of them decided to hang out and play some cards one evening in Laura’s new apartment. Since Eric and her parted on unusually good terms, Laura felt totally comfortable hanging out with both of them together.
“So, who’s up for some Rummy 500?” Laura asked.
“Oooo, you wild woman, why not some strip poker instead? Patrick asked with a grin. “Rummy‘s so boring.” he added.
“I’m up for it, as long as you guys don’t mind loosing your shirts.” Eric said confidently.
“Okay, you’re on. I may just surprise you two. I’m not as innocent as I look.” she said as a smile curled her lips.
Patrick dealt the cards. After the first hand had been played Patrick and Eric both sat at the table shirtless. Laura was restraining herself as much she could to prevent herself from laughing out loud. It was her turn to deal, and she sat there shuffling the cards with an arrogant smile.
“Would you like me to turn the heat up? You guys look kinda cold.” she said with a giggle. “Not too bad for a novice, huh?”
“Don’t get too cocky, you’ll get yours” Patrick warned.
The second hand was dealt. Patrick and Eric both lost their shoes. This was Laura’s best luck at cards ever. She had only played poker a few times before, but she was masking her beginner status well. This time she couldn’t help laughing at their situation. She knew that both of them were much better versed at the game of poker, and that the only reason Patrick had even suggested the idea was to get her to take off her clothes. Apparently, his plan had backfired.
“My, my my....at this rate I’ll be finding out whether or not you two prefer boxers over briefs. Actually, as I recall, both of you wear briefs. It’s a shame, the boxers may have given you more....coverage.” The last word was added just before she broke out laughing.
“Go ahead, keep laughing. I can promise you that before we leave here, we’ll know exactly what color undies you’re wearing under those jeans.” Patrick said.
“Oh? Is your luck going to take a turn for the better?” Laura asked, getting a little nervous but trying not to show it.
“It won’t matter.” Patrick finished as he began to deal the cards again.
Laura shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She wondered if he intended to rip her clothes off to even the score. She realized that she would be grossly out matched if both of them decided to gang up on her. It wasn’t the fear of being in her underwear in front of them, God knows they had both seen her like that before, it was what they may plan on doing with her after her clothes were off, that bothered her.
After the third hand was played Eric and Patrick lost their socks. The only articles left were their jeans and underwear.
“She must be cheating. She never wins at cards!” Patrick said to Eric.
“Yeah, I think she is....she’s got a guilty look on her face.” Eric said in an accusing tone while pointing a finger at Laura. He didn’t know how far Patrick was going to play this out, but he was willing to go along for the ride.
“You guys are just sore because you’re losing. Don’t be such spoil sports.” Laura said while picking up the deck to deal the next round.
“Oh no, I’m not playing with a cheater! In fact, I think she ought to be punished for making us look like a couple of fools all night. What do you think?” Patrick asked Eric with a wink.
“It doesn’t take a game of poker to make you two look silly.” Laura said jokingly.
“That’s it!” Patrick said as he got up from his chair.
Laura was startled. She let out a scream and sprang up from her chair. She ran into her living room, and positioned herself so that the couch was between her and Patrick. Her heart was pounding and she was giggling with anticipation.
“Patrick, don’t!” she said not knowing exactly what he had in mind.
“You’re about to find out what we do to card sharks in these parts.” Patrick said with a John Wayne accent. He shuffled closer to her with his hands on his pretend gun holsters. “These here are the fastest tickling fingers in the west.”
Laura’s eyes grew wide with the realization of what was about to happen.
“Hey partner, I think I’m gonna need your help roundin’ this one up. She looks like trouble.” Patrick said to Eric. Eric got up from his place at the table and joined them both in the living room.
“Whatever you say partner.” Eric said with a smile.
Laura was in a panic now. She didn’t know where to run. They both blocked the doorway of the living room, the only escape was behind her. There was a set of sliding glass doors off the back of her living room which led out to the backyard. The thought of running outside without a coat on, in the middle of January, didn’t seem too appealing to her, but it was either freeze, or be tickled. She decided she would rather risk frostbite, than suffer through whatever these two had planned. She made a break for the door. Patrick hopped over the couch and grabbed her just as she got the door open. Eric came over and quickly shut the door and locked it.
“You didn’t think your were getting away that easy, did you? Silly girl.” Patrick said with a shake of his head.
“Guys, come on....don’t do this. I’m sorry for being so obnoxious. What do you want me to do, beg? Okay, fine.....please don’t tickle me...Please!” Laura pleaded with her hands clasped together.
“What do you think Eric, should we show mercy on her?” Patrick asked Eric, knowing full well what his answer would be.
“Hmmmm.....it didn’t sound too sincere to me. I bet we could really make her beg for mercy!” Eric said.
“Well, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you now. You’ll just have to suffer the consequences.” Patrick said as he led her towards the middle of the room.
Patrick still held her from behind, with his arms wrapped firmly around her waist. Laura was trying her best to break free. She was pulling at Patrick’s arms to try and break the grasp, and kicking her legs in an effort to throw him off balance. Eric grabbed hold of her ankles so that she couldn’t kick any more or get her balance as Patrick lowered her to the carpet. Patrick quickly knelt down at her head and got an firm hold on her wrists and pulled her arms up over her head. He locked both wrists in between his knees. This left his hands free, and her hands totally immobile. Eric sat on her ankles with his body facing her. He didn’t want to miss a moment of the action. Laura was completely immobilized in a matter of seconds. She still squirmed on the carpet, but she could do no more than move her torso. Her pleads for mercy suddenly changed into threats of retaliation when she realized she was helpless. She knew her only hope for escape would be if she could scare them into letting her go.
“LOOK! Whatever you two sickos have planned here, you can just forget it! You’d better let me go, or anything you do to me tonight, will come back to you tenfold when you least expect it! I swear to God I’ll get even!” Laura warned.
Patrick took his hands and briefly scratched her underarms. Laura gasped. Her screams were silenced immediately, and the defiant expression she had on her face moments ago, was replaced with one of shock.
“Now, I think we’ve heard enough idle threats out of you for one evening. It’s time you realized who’s in charge here. I’ll give you a hint....it’s not you.” Patrick teased. “Now partner, where should we start?”
“Well, I think she should lose as much clothing as we did. I mean...fair is fair.” Eric said.
“I think you’re right. Fair is fair!” Patrick returned with a pleased expression on his face at his partner’s suggestion. “Let’s see... we lost our shirt, shoes and socks. I’ll take care of her shirt, you can get the rest.”
Eric quickly began to unlace Laura’s sneakers. He slipped both of them off with no problem. Then he began to tug at the tips of her socks to tease her. While Eric played with her socks, Patrick was busy unbuttoning her blouse. He did it very slowly to build up Laura’s anticipation for what was about to happen. Every couple of seconds he would scratch a fingernail across the newly exposed flesh on her stomach causing her to squirm even more. This sensation coupled with the feeling of Eric’s fingers on her feet was beginning to drive her crazy. After a few minutes of this psychological torture, she wished they would get it over with, the anticipation was killing her.
“If you’re gonna do it, just do it!” Laura blurted out. She couldn’t believe the words had escaped her lips. She quickly closed her mouth tightly to avoid any other stupid phrases from emerging.
“Did you hear that Eric? She’s actually begging for us to start tickling her. I wish she would make up her mind.” Patrick teased.
“Really. One minute she’s threatening our lives if we don’t let her go, then she’s asking us to do things like this...” with that last word Eric dragged his fingernails from the heel, to the ball of her left foot, followed by her right. Laura gasped again. She was just about to start laughing when Eric stopped. She exhaled with relief. She knew that if he decided to continue tickling her feet, she wouldn’t be able to compose herself for very long. It was one of her most sensitive spots. The fact that her socks were still on helped her to suppress her giggles. Getting tickled on her bare feet was one of her worst nightmares. Eric used to tickle her feet all the time when they were dating, so she knew what he was capable of. Eric looked down at her with a grin. He hadn’t tickled her in a long time. The memories of their past tickle fights came racing back. “I forgot how ticklish her feet were. I bet if I pulled these socks off, I could get a few giggles next time I tickled her. As I recall, there was a spot at the base of her toes that used to drive her crazy.”
He began to tug harder at her socks. Laura closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for what Eric had planned. Her heart raced in her chest. The socks began to lose their grip around her ankles, and her feet slowly slipped free of what little protection they provided. She felt a cool draft from under the glass doors blow across the bare skin on her vulnerable soles. She felt a shiver go up her spine. She opened up her eyes after a couple of seconds when she realized that Eric wasn’t tickling her. She felt the muscles in her body relax. She hadn’t realized how tense she was until she felt her shoulders uncurl from around her ears, and the back of her legs rest back on the carpet. Her heart rate slowed to its natural rhythm.
“Bet you’re feeling pretty relieved right about now, huh?” Eric asked. “Well, I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you. We haven’t even begun to have fun yet.”
Laura looked at the clock on the wall in her living room, it was 9:35 pm. They had her pinned to the carpet for the last twenty minutes. To her it had felt like hours. Patrick got her shirt completely unbuttoned and exposed her smooth, flat stomach. She was wearing a simple white, lace bra underneath.
“Here’s the deal. I’m going to free one of your hands so I can get this pesky shirt out of the way. If you make any attempt to get free, I can promise no mercy, tickle torture for the next couple of hours. But, if you’re a good girl, and do as you’re told then we can practice leniency. It’s up to you. Either way, you’re gonna get tickled..it’s just a matter of how badly.” With his warning in place, Patrick removed one of her wrists from its captive position. Laura showed no sign of struggle. He slipped the sleeve of the shirt off the freed arm. He then returned the bare arm to its original position nestled between his knees. He did the same for the other arm. When the shirt had been successfully removed, he patted her gently on the head.
“That was a wise decision. You’re now entitled to the benefit of a ‘safe word’. If at any time during the next two hours you feel we’re doing something you can’t take, you can use the ‘safe word’. There is one catch though. You can only use the ‘safe word’ three times...so I suggest you choose carefully.” he said with a grin.
The benefit of the ‘safe word’ didn’t give Laura too much comfort. The words “two hours” spun around in her head and made her heart quicken. Finally when she had gotten the full picture of what was about to happen to her, she could only think of two questions.
“Why two hours??” she asked.
Eric was quick to answer this question. “Think of it as a gift. We should’ve made it three....one hour for each hand of cards that you cheated us, but since you seem so cooperative, we reduced it to two. I think you owe us some heartfelt gratitude, now that I think about it.”
“You’re gonna be waiting a long time for that to happen, buddy. So, what’s the ‘safe word’?” Laura asked.
“How about ‘tickled pink’?” Eric offered.
“That’s not too bad, but I think for this particular situation the color purple is more fitting because we’re gonna go way beyond pink. So how does ‘tickled purple sound?” Patrick asked.
“Perfect!” Eric said with a laugh.
“When I say it, you’ll stop tickling me, right?” Laura asked.
“We’ll give the area of attack a rest, and we’ll allow you to catch your breath. Sound fair?” Patrick asked rhetorically. “Eric, could you hand me that scarf on the couch?”
“I never said you could tie me up!” Laura interrupted.
“First of all, it’s not meant to tie you up. Secondly, even if it were, there wouldn’t be much that you could really do to stop it. I think you’re forgetting who’s in control of the situation, aren’t you? I think that’ll be our lesson of the evening.” Patrick said as he took the scarf from Eric.
He gently tied it around her eyes, securing it with a knot. When the room went black, Laura felt her other senses heighten. She now realized the music playing on the radio. It was an oldies station playing her favorite song, ‘brown eyed girl’. She also smelled the incense she had lit before they sat down to play cards. It was the smell of sandalwood, normally known for its calming fragrance. She didn’t think setting fifty pounds of sandalwood incense sticks on fire would be able to calm her down tonight.
The feel of Patrick’s fingers sliding down her bare arms halted her train of thought. He raked his fingernails up and down her arm from her wrist to her shoulder. She felt a rush of goose bumps. The feeling tickled, especially around her wrist and the crook of her arm, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t tolerate.
“I just wanted to start you off slow. Just to built up your tolerance a little.” Patrick said. “First we’re gonna map out all your most ticklish spots. This way, we won’t have to waste our time with spots like the tip of your nose.” he joked as he scratched the tip of her nose. She laughed. “Your nose isn’t ticklish, is it?” Patrick asked jokingly. She giggled again.
“No, I was just laughing because you’re such a goofball. You can take my eyeballs, and teeth off the ticklish list too. Just thought I’d help you out.”
“No ticklish teeth, gotcha. Thanks. But, let’s find out where you are ticklish.”
Patrick’s hands then traveled down her arms to the base of her neck. She tensed her shoulders. He drew a line with his fingers around the area where a necklace would lay. When he reached her collarbone she tensed even more. Her lips were pursed tightly together to prevent any more giggles from escaping.
“Well, I think I found spot number one.” he teased as he dug in a little harder around her collarbone. She couldn’t suppress her laughter any longer. A loud scream followed by a steady stream of laughter erupted from her mouth. She thrashed her head from side to side in an attempt to break his grip. “Stahahahap!” was all she could manage between the laughter. At one point she caused her blindfold to come loose. Her eyes were shut tight anyway, so Patrick made no effort to replace the scarf.
“Now, back to our lesson of the evening. Who’s in charge here?” Patrick asked .
“Screw......you!” Laura responded in an attempt to hold onto some dignity.
Patrick and her had only been dating for a short period of time, but he already knew that she had a vicious stubborn streak. He knew that if he got her to say that he was in charge, she would be more apt to submit to anything else he proposed.
“Wrong answer!” Patrick said as he intensified his tickling. “Why don’t you try again?”
“NOooooo!” Laura managed in the middle of her laughter.
“Eric, you wanna help me out here?” Patrick asked.
“No problem.” Eric said as he wiggled his fingernails on her soles.
“OKAY..(gasp)....STOP!! ....(gasp)...you....” Laura couldn’t finish the sentence because she was laughing too hard.
“What was that?”Patrick’s fingers stopped moving, but remained on her neck. Eric also stopped his attack on her bare feet.
After a few seconds she was able to regain enough breath to say “You’re in charge.”
“Good girl” Patrick said. “Should we make her say the safe word, Eric?”
“Nah, it’s too soon. Let’s see what other spots make her giggle.” Eric said.
“Boy, you should really thank your buddy over there. I was really enjoying that. I didn’t think this was gonna be so much fun!” Patrick said to Laura.
“Should we put the blindfold back on?” Eric asked.
“No, I wanna see her expressions a bit better. Let’s leave it off.” Patrick said.
Laura could still feel Patrick’s fingers on her neck. She was giggling softly. She tried to compose herself again before they made their next discovery. She was just able to take her first deep breath when Patrick’s hands started wandering again. This time his fingers found the soft hollows of her underarms. He didn’t apply too much pressure at first, because he already knew this was a sensitive area. He watched her face intently for any changes in her expression. The second his fingers touched the surface, she bit down on her bottom lip. He then switched to the tips of his fingernails to gently scratch up and down the smooth, delicate skin. The change in pressure was too much for Laura to handle, and Patrick could tell she was on the verge of laughing by the intense look on her face. She began to grow redder, and the muscles in her face contorted in an effort to keep any breath from escaping. She looked like a volcano ready to erupt.
“Ya know, Eric, I think our pal here is holding out on us. I can tell that this must really tickle like crazy, but she seems determined not to laugh. Maybe she just needs a little help over the edge.” Patrick said to his cohort.
“Hey Laura, why’d the turkey cross the road?” Eric paused for any reaction from Laura. She opened her eyes for a moment before returning to her efforts to contain her laughter.
“Because he wasn’t chicken!” Eric finished, adding in some exaggerated laughter of his own for effect.
The sheer stupidity of Eric’s joke and hearing his ridiculous guffaws caught Laura off guard. She lost any composure she was trying to maintain. Her laughter came out in a loud, steady stream of “HA HA HA HA.” Even Patrick couldn’t help but laugh at Eric’s corny joke.
“Gotcha!!” Eric boasted.
Patrick really dug into Laura’s ticklish underarms. Now that her resistance had been worn down, he knew that until he chose to stop, she would never be able to regain her self-control. He varied his technique by using light, circular fingernail scratches, poking, and hard finger scribbles. Her whole body shook as though the tips of Patrick’s fingers had an electric current running through them. The guys couldn’t decipher between her laughter and screams. Most of what she was trying to say was incoherent. Her words were buried beneath her own gasps for breath and an endless stream of laughter.
Patrick’s fingers stopped tickling. They both watched as the effects of the tickling onslaught still took their toll on her. She panted heavily. Her face was red and beaded with sweat. She still couldn’t control the giggles that reverberated from her mouth. They waited for her breathing to become more even before they spoke.
“Damn I’m a nice guy! Here was another perfect opportunity to make you say the safe word and I let you off the hook. That’s okay sweetie, you can thank me later.” Patrick teased as he smoothed back Laura’s sweaty hair from her face.
“Ya know, I’m beginning to feel a little left out of all this fun. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love to watch.....but I just gotta get in on the action!” Eric said.
“My fingers are getting kind of tired. What do you think honey, should I give Eric a chance?”
“No, Patrick....please don’t! He won’t stop! Trust me, I know.”
“I’m offended! I can follow the rules just like anybody else. It’s just that I’ve never had to follow rules in a game like this before. All I need is some practice. You’ve got to at least give me a chance.” Eric said.
“You promise to stop when I say the safe word?” Laura asked in a serious tone.
“Cross my heart.” Eric returned making an “x” over his heart.
“I guess I don’t have too much choice.” Laura resigned.
Eric’s mouth looked as though it was trying to imitate the Cheshire cat’s mile wide grin from the children’s tale ‘Alice in Wonderland’. He looked a little too happy in Laura’s opinion. This was a position that neither of them had been in for a long time. Eric always enjoyed tickling Laura because she was so animated. He loved to watch her expressions, and listen to her pleads for mercy.
They got into countless tickle fights during their relationship. They always ended with Laura begging him to stop, and when he finally did, they usually made love. It was after these love making encounters that Laura began to realize the enjoyment she got from tickling. No other person had tied both tickling and sex together for her before. In fact, most of the tickling situations she experienced in the past, had involved platonic friends and family members. When Eric tickled her, he brought a whole other dimension to it that she didn’t even know existed. Although her fetish was beginning to surface, she never shared these feelings with Eric during their relationship.
“This should be interesting. I’ve never had help before. It will sure make it easier....for me anyway.” Eric went from straddling her ankles, to her waist.
He tried not to look too eager in front of Patrick because she was, after all, his girlfriend. He was trying to keep this as platonic as possible, but considering their past, it was very difficult. Inside his heart was pounding so hard he was sure both of them could hear it. He took his hands and placed them on either side of her ribcage. Laura glanced at the clock before shutting her eyes, it was 10:25 pm. She still had another hour of this torture to endure. Eric caught Laura’s glance at the clock.
“Don’t worry about the time. We just passed intermission. Now it’s time for act two.”
He began to run his fingernails gently up and down her sides causing an outbreak of goose bumps. This sensation didn’t tickle, but it was enough to make the butterflies spring to life in her stomach. He intensified his pressure, and began to focus on individual ribs to see which ones would make her squirm the most. He started just below her bra. He wiggled his fingers all along this area, searching her face for any sign of weakness. He didn’t have to wait long. She began squirming in an effort to get away from the tickling finger tips. Her breathing became heavier, and then stopped all together. She was holding her breath again. She knew her efforts were futile, but her stubborn streak prevented her from giving Eric any satisfaction. Eventually his fingers conquered her stubbornness. She exploded in a fit of screams and laughter. She was writhing so hard that Patrick’s knees almost lost their grip on her wrists. He had to reinforce their hold with his hands. Eric then moved his kneading fingers down her ribcage. It seems as though the middle of her ribcage wasn’t as ticklish as the spot just beneath her breasts. She was still giggling, but it wasn’t as intense. As he continued exploring, he eventually came to the last rib on either side of her body. She burst into peals of laughter again. Eric wasn’t expecting this outburst because she seemed to be getting less ticklish as he advanced down her ribcage.
“Isn’t that interesting.....more ticklish on the top and bottom. I’ll have to make a mental note of that little tid bit of information.” Eric said as he continued exploiting her vulnerable spots.
“NO!” was all Laura could verbalize in between her laughter.
“You know what to say to get me to stop. What’s the magic words?” Eric teased.
“Ttttt....” Laura stuttered but couldn’t catch her breath enough to complete the phrase.
“Ooo, I think she tried to say it. Here, I’ll help you out.” Eric offered as he stopped tickling her ribcage. “Now, what was that?”
Laura continued to giggle and pant in uneven breaths. It took another ten seconds before she could say anything resembling an actual word. Her whole body glistened with a thin layer of sweat. Her face was the color of a runner’s after a marathon, and she was breathing just as heavily.
“Tickled....purple.” Laura said finally after being able to take a few deep breaths.
“That’s my girl. I knew you had it in you. It was just a matter of getting past those stubborn defenses of yours.” Patrick said as he kissed her moist forehead.
“Pat, you hang onto her for a minute, I’ll be right back.” Eric said as he got up.
Laura made no motion of trying to free herself. Her muscles were too exhausted from her struggles during the past twenty minutes. Eric returned with a towel from Laura’s bathroom, and a small container of baby powder. He handed both of them to Patrick.
“I think you ought to clean her up a little. She looks a bit overheated.” Eric said.
“Good idea.” Patrick said as he began to mop up the sweat on her face. Once her face and neck were dry, he did the same for her torso and arms. Eric reached up to the ceiling fan above him, and turned it on. He clicked the pull chain a couple of times so there was a gentle breeze in the room. Patrick finished the job by sprinkling some baby powder over her torso and arms. Laura enjoyed the soft, silky feel of the powder on her skin. When Patrick had finished, she was dry and comfortable, but still weary. Eric sat down, straddling her thighs.
“ Before I get you giggling again, I’ve got a little confession to make. I was kind of being selfish when I got those things to clean you up. I’ve found that people become less ticklish when they get all sweaty. Just thought I’d let you know before you had me sainted, or something.” Eric said.
“Man, he’s even more devious than I am.” Patrick said with a laugh.
“I knew you must be getting something out of this. It was too good to be true.” Laura said, rolling her eyes.
“Well, now that you know what a bastard I really am, I don’t have to feel bad for making you plead for mercy again. After all, I’ve got my reputation to protect.”
“C’mon guys, haven’t I had enough? I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll never play cards with you two again! Just let me go, okay?” Laura asked hopefully.
“Hmmm, I’m afraid I can’t do that just yet. There is still far too much uncharted territory to cover. And by my watch, we still have a little over forty minutes left. Isn’t that right, Pat?”
Patrick checked his watch. “Yep, he’s right, honey. Sorry....can’t help ya.”
“Now, let’s see....where were we? I think we fairly assessed her ribs to be pretty ticklish, especially this little one down at the bottom.” he said as he gave it one last poke. Laura giggled immediately. She was too tired to fight back the laughter anymore.
“I think the next stop on our list is right here.” he said as he tickled her belly. She giggled softly, but made no real squirming motions. This area was obviously not as ticklish as her ribs had been, but he was enjoying the sweet giggling sound Laura was making. He continued tapping, poking and scribbling on her belly for a few more minutes. The closer he got to the top of her jeans, the louder the giggles became.
“Gee Lau, it seems like the lower I go, the more ticklish you are. What does this feel like?” he asked as his fingers poked the spot just below her hipbone. She let out a high pitched squeal, and almost bucked Eric right off her. “Man, I think I’ve found something over here.” and he poked the spot again.
“NOT THERE ERIC, I MEAN IT!!” Laura screamed.
“It looks like we may have to teach her the lesson of the evening again, Patrick.” Eric said.
“It sure does. I thought for sure she would’ve remembered that one. Honey, who is in charge here?” Patrick asked calmly.
“Please Patrick! Not there! It’s too ticklish! I can’t stand it!” Laura pleaded.
“Well, then you know exactly what to say, don’t you?” Eric reminded her.
“I hate you both!” Laura pouted.
“Oh, don’t be mad. It’s just the rules of the game. I know what will cheer you up.....” Eric said as he began to dig his fingers into that spot below her hipbone. This time he didn’t stop to let Laura catch her breath. The pouty expression she had on her face a second ago, was erased. Laura couldn’t contain the explosion of shrieking laughter that welled up in her throat the second Eric’s hands hit the spot. She found a renewed sense of strength to try and fight him off. She squirmed so fiercely, that both of them had difficulty restraining her. Her face returned to its bright shade of crimson. Eric knew it wouldn’t be long before the safe word was spoken. He didn’t let up for a moment.
“Do you have anything to say?” Eric asked innocently.
“Wait...pppleee...” Laura sputtered in between gasps and giggles. She couldn’t form any sentences because she couldn’t catch her breath. “Yes?” Eric asked as he paused his assault.
“Pp...please.....no.....more. Tickled purple..” she panted in a volume just above a whisper.
“Boy, that was a ten on the Richter scale, huh?” Eric joked.
“I didn’t even know that one was there!” Patrick admitted.
Laura laid limp on the carpet, trying to compose herself. She still felt Eric’s fingers on that spot. It burned and tingled. Some giggles bubbled to the surface for the next minute. She felt giddy and excited. This tickle torture was having a different effect on her than she thought it would. Her hormones coursed through her body, and she was actually getting aroused by this torment. Her brain struggled to sort out the feelings of confusion and ecstasy. She was certain that there must be something wrong with her. Just before a feeling a embarrassment could take hold of her, Eric pulled her from her musings.
“I just gotta see what other ticklish spots you’re hiding.” he said excitedly.
His hands started on their journey down her legs once Laura had the chance to gain some presence of mind. All it took for her to laugh this time, was the slightest touch on any spot on her thigh. He tried various intensities and techniques. He discovered that squeezing her leg muscle in between his thumb and index finger worked the best. Her inner thigh seemed to provoke the strongest response. He continued moving down her leg and stopped at the next logical place, her knees. Her squeals grew louder, and her efforts to free herself were more earnest. With Eric’s full weight on her shins, it made her struggle futile.
“Hey Pat, help me flip her over.” Eric said.
“Sure.” Patrick responded as he rolled her shoulders to the left. Once over, he resumed his hold on her wrists.
Eric returned his body weight back on top of her, now resting on her calves. He wanted to find out if the back of her legs were as ticklish as the front. He suspected that he knew the answer already.
Although seemingly impossible, the back of her legs were even more sensitive. Eric scratched the back of her knees in a circular motion. It was then that the first coherent words were heard from Laura.
“NO MORE!!!” she screamed.
Knowing that she only had one safe word left, he decided to be kind and stop with out making her say it.
“That’s a freebie. Your gonna need that safe word for what’s coming next. Pat, what do you think is the most ticklish spot on her so far?”
“Probably that spot just below her hip, why?” Patrick asked.
“Flip her back over, and straddle her belly. ” Eric instructed without answering his request for an explanation.
Patrick was intrigued and followed Eric’s instruction. He had no idea what he had in mind, but he seemed to have done this before. When he was done, Laura was firmly pinned, face-up beneath him. Patrick made sure that he had her arms pinned to her sides with his legs so that she couldn’t retaliate.
During this entire strategy, Laura was protesting and trying to break free from their grasp. She didn’t think she could take anymore of this. While Eric and Patrick were talking to each other she had the opportunity to glance at the clock again. Could it be true? Only ten minutes left? She was filled with both relief and fear about these last few torturous minutes ahead of her.
“Okay Pat, you’re in charge of that spot you just named. I’m just gonna rest back here on her ankles and tame these little tootsies of hers.” Eric said with a grin.
Before Laura had the chance to voice her final objection, they began what was about to be the most intense ten minutes of her life. Both of them dug in at once. Patrick’s kneading fingertips below her hip, and Eric’s scratching fingernails on her bare soles. They were exploiting the two most ticklish spots on her body at the same time. She went berserk. Her body shook violently. She was thrashing her head back and forth, it was the only part of her body that could move freely. She fell into silent laughter. Any sound she attempted to make came out as muted gasps of air. Eric was prying her clenched toes back, enough to stretch the skin of her soles. She had no defense against his tickling fingers on the base of her toes. He then raked his nails up and down her taut skin. Patrick had moved from her hipbone to her inner thigh, remembering that this was another one of her hot spots. Tears leaked out of Laura’s eyes. She could no longer endure the overwhelming sensations her body was struggling with. After about seven or eight minutes of off and on torture, she managed to gain enough breath in her lungs to scream. Along with that scream came the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. It was the highest, most primal scream either of the guys had ever heard. It startled both of them and made them stop their tickling ambush. They looked at her, concerned that they had hurt her in some way because neither one of them would have ever guessed what truly prompted her scream. Then they got off of her, finally freeing her body from its restraints for the first time in almost 2 1/2 hours.
Laura felt like the weight of the world was lifted off her chest. She could breath easier, and move her weak, sore limbs freely. Her hair was saturated with sweat, as was the rest of her body. Her complexion was returning to a more pink hue as she calmed herself down. Her breathing evened out, and her heart rate slowed. She was completely spent. She couldn’t even lift her head off the carpet. Now that it was over, she was able to enjoy the tingling sensations that raced over the surface of her skin. Her giggles continued as the memories of the last 150 minutes flooded her mind. She had never achieved an orgasm like this before. She was amazed by the fact that something so excruciating, could also be so erotic. She knew she was hooked. Tickling had always been a fascination to her, but it now reached a much greater level.
She was torn between feelings or embarrassment, and euphoria. She wondered if she would ever be able to tell Patrick that she had an orgasm during something that appeared to be pure torture. She was fearful that he might mistake her for a masochist. Who knows, maybe she was. Either way, she couldn’t let her secret out...not yet.


Chapter Four

It was a radiant Saturday afternoon in early spring when Patrick and Laura planned to exchange their vows. The blue, expansive sky was unblemished by any clouds. The breeze that danced playfully through the blossoming trees, carried the sound of children’s laughter from off in the distance. The day held the unmistakable feel that only comes with the first warm day of spring.
The guests were already seated, and the groom stood along side his best man at the altar. Laura and her father were able to steal a few minutes to themselves before the wedding march began.
“You look beautiful sweetheart. I hope Patrick knows how lucky he is.” Laura’s father beamed with pride.
“He’d better....this is forever. No backing out now.” Laura said.
“Well, I have a limo parked out front with the motor running just in case you change your mind.” he said half-jokingly.
“No, I think I’m gonna go through with it. Thanks anyway. You always did look out for me.” Laura said before kissing her dad on the cheek.
“It’s my job as your dad. I’ll always look out for you....no matter what.”
“I know, Daddy.” Laura said as her eyes began to shimmer with budding tear drops.
“We’d better get going before you flood the place.” he said as he soaked up a fallen tear with his handkerchief. “Are you ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” she said.
“Then let’s go take a walk.” her Dad said with a proud smile.


Laura stood on the balcony of their honeymoon suite, and let the memories of the day’s events play in her mind. Patrick walked out of the bathroom, and noticed that Laura wasn’t lying on the bed where she had been only moments before, after their first love making encounter as husband and wife. He looked across the room and saw that the double doors which led out to the balcony, were open. Wrapping a robe around his freshly showered body, he decided to join his bride. He quickly ran his fingers through his wet, dark hair, then grabbed two glasses, and a bottle of champagne before stepping outside.
“Thought you might like a drink.” Patrick said as he offered her a glass.
“Sure.” Laura said
Laura took the glass and Patrick poured out. “To a long life together. May it be filled with more ups than downs, and more laughter than tears.” he toasted.
“Sounds like a plan.” Laura smiled, and took a long sip of the champagne.
After soaking up the magnificent view of the beach front for awhile, they decided to come inside. The night air was getting chilly, and they both thought a nice soak in the hot tub would feel great.
“Man, I could really get used to this for awhile. How about you?” Patrick asked.
“Definitely. The only thing missing is someone to massage my feet, and feed me grapes.” Laura said.
“Well, that’s what I’m here for sweetie. They don’t make me wear the ring for nothing, ya know.” Patrick said, showing Laura his wedding band for emphasis.
“I knew I married you for a reason.” Laura said.
Patrick got out of the hot tub and walked over to the table by the door. It held the minibar, and a basket full of fruit, cheese and crackers.
“Hmmm....there doesn’t seem to be any grapes here. How about an apple? Hey, it worked for Eve, right?” he said with a laugh.
“Actually, I think it got her into a bit of trouble, as I recall.” Laura said with a grin.
“Well, I’m up for a bit of trouble, how about you?” Patrick asked, tossing the apple up in the air and catching it.
Laura only giggled. Patrick returned to his place in the steamy water. He held the apple in front of her mouth. She took a bite out of it, and felt it’s juices run down her chin. Patrick moved close to her, and kissed her chin, cleaning off the remains of the fruit’s liquid.
“My, my, my.....such service.” Laura said.
“I haven’t even gotten started yet.” Patrick said before giving her a long, passionate kiss.
This was the beginning of their second round of love making. After some kisses and caresses, they got out of the tub, and went over to the bed. Patrick laid out a couple of towels over the sheets. They didn’t bother to dry off, before falling onto the soft bed.
“It seems as though I recall another wish made by my bride. Something having to do with a foot massage.” Patrick said as he sat down at Laura’s feet.
Laura only smiled up at Patrick as she lay on the bed. Patrick gently gathered up her feet into his lap. They were soft from the professional pedicure she had before the wedding. Her toenails were painted the color of pink pearls. He began to tenderly knead the ball of her left foot with his thumbs, while his fingers wrapped around the top of her toes. Laura moaned softly, and closed her eyes. She could feel all of the muscles in her body relax. After ten minutes of Patrick’s sensual foot massage, Laura began to drift off.
“Lau?” Patrick called out to her. He got no response. “Oh no you don’t, there won’t be any falling asleep around here!” He said as he raked his nails up her tender soles.
Laura was startled awake by the rush of ticklish sensations on the soles of her feet. She didn’t know whether it was the fact that she was caught off guard, or the long soak in the hot tub, but she thought that her feet had never felt this sensitive before. Not having the chance to brace herself against the attack, the laughter began instantly. In between the giggles, she tried to plead for mercy.
“Patrick...DON’T !!!!” she managed to scream while trying to free her feet from Patrick’s firm grasp. He managed to wrestle her legs to the bed, and sit on her calves. He briefly stopped his tickle attack and decided to verbally tease her for a while.
“I’m afraid that I can’t stop until I’m sure that you aren’t going to doze off on me. I think you would benefit from a little aerobic exercise, just to get your blood pumping again.”
Laura tried to plead with him, but all that came out was a girlish giggle. She wiggled her feet around under Patrick’s weight even though he hadn’t resumed tickling her yet. Patrick only stared at the two squirming feet beneath him, and grinned. He knew the anticipation was killing her. He waited until her feet grew tired of struggling against his weight, and then he moved in for his attack. Laura’s giggles quickly changed into a high pitched scream, followed by a loud, steady stream of laughter. He made sure to pay extra attention to the spot beneath her toes. After about five minutes, he thought that she had endured enough foot tickling, so he turned himself around to face her.
“We can’t forget to give these beautiful legs of yours a workout too.”
“No....Patrick.....” Laura said while trying to catch her breath. Once her breathing became easier, she began her attempts at a plea bargain.
“Listen, if you let me go, I’ll do anything you want....anything! I’m awake now, I swear! You don’t have to do this!”
“You’re right honey, I don’t have to do this.....but I really want to” Patrick said.
He began to tickle the back of her knees and thighs. He then worked his way up to her ribcage. Laura wriggled frantically in the hopes of knocking him off of her. She even tried to fall off the edge of the bed, so that she could get into a better position to defend herself. It was no use, Patrick outweighed her by at least thirty pounds, she was completely unable to move away. After a few more assaults on her underarms, and neck, Patrick relented. He got off of her, and laid down beside her on the bed. She was still panting and giggling as he brushed the hair off her face.
“Now that you’ve had your warm-up, let’s move into the real workout!” “No, Patrick....no more tickling, please!” Laura begged.
“No, I won’t tickle you anymore. I had something else in mind.” He said before he kissed her firmly on the lips.
His hands caressed her stomach, and then slowly moved down between her legs. He was amazed at how wet she was already. Not realizing what effect the tickling had on her, he assumed that it was the kissing and caressing which had driven her into such a state of excitement.
“I didn’t know I kissed that good.” Patrick remarked.
All Laura could offer in return was a laugh. She didn’t know how to tell him that it was the tickle session that had gotten her excited.
“Did I say something funny?” Patrick asked. Laura fell silent. “Well, if it wasn’t the kissing, then what was it?” Laura offered no answer, she only blushed. “The only other thing we did in the last half hour was.....” Patrick trailed off, finally realizing what had made Laura so wet.
“Was it the tickling?” Patrick asked.
“Will you excuse me for a second, I have to go to the bathroom.” Laura said before getting up off the bed. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Her heart was pounding. She had never shared her fetish with anyone before. It was a secret she was confused, and ashamed of. She was terrified that Patrick might think she was weird for loving the sensation most people would classify as torturous. She went over to the sink and turned on the water to make it seem like she was in the bathroom for a reason other than it being a quick escape from an embarrassing situation. She splashed some cool water on her face, and tried to compose herself. There was only two ways out of this, she thought. She could either go in there and admit her fetish to Patrick, or she could try and distract Patrick from his musings by sexually attacking him. Upon opening up the bathroom door and looking at Patrick, she thought the latter would be a far easier task.
“Now that I’m all freshened up, I think it’s time for round two...or is it three? We’ve been so busy tonight, I’ve lost count.” Laura said while steadily advancing towards Patrick. Patrick was mesmerized by Laura’s gaze. She look like a panther on the prowl. She took a few more steps in Patrick’s direction, and then pounced on top of him. Any train of thought that Patrick had before Laura came out of the bathroom quickly dissipated. For the next hour, Laura tried her best to make Patrick forget all about his discovery. She succeeded in her efforts. After they made love, Patrick didn’t utter another word about tickling for the rest of their honeymoon.
She played the tickling scene between her and Patrick over in her mind a thousand times, just as she had with all of the other tickle fights she had ever been in. Just hearing Patrick say the word ‘tickling’ that night was enough to give her butterflies in her stomach. He came closer than anybody else had to finding out her secret.

She wondered why it was so difficult for her to share her feelings with Patrick. He was supposed to be her life partner, the one with whom she should be able to talk about anything. Yet, here she was, silenced. She was so blinded by her fear, that she hadn’t seen how wonderful it would have been if she had told him that night.

After they returned from theiir honeymoon, Laura made a promise to herself to tell Patrick her secret. They were laying in bed, each of them with a book in their lap. But Laura had read the same paragraph about a dozen times. Her mind was racing, wondering if she was going to be able to actually come out with the phrase "I like being tickled." After silently debating with herself for far too long, she screwed up the courage to finally break the silence with her admission.

"Pat? I've got something to tell you..." Laura said nervously.
Immediately Patrick's eyes took on the same serious look as Laura's. He knew whatever she was about to say was going to be big, he could feel it. "What's up, Hon?" He said, attempting to play it cool.
Laura took a deep breath, and wouldn't let the nervous butterflies get the best of her. "Remember on our honeymoon when we got into that playfight after our soak in the hottub?" she said, a blush rising to her cheeks.
"Yeah..." he said, not seeing where this was going.
Another deep breath, "Well...remember how surprised you were to see that I was so.... (another deep breath)...excited afterwards?" she said, not able to make eye contact with Patrick.
A smile curled Patrick's lips, but he tried not to show his growing amusement. "I seem to recall something like that."
"Well, you guessed the reason why, and rather than answer your question, I ran off to the bathroom." Laura said, nervously playing with the pages in her book.
"I did? Hmm...now let me see if I can remember what I had guessed...." Patrick played dumb for awhile. "I think I had said kissing, right?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't it." she said, not able to divulge the real reason.
"Hmmm...okay. Well, then there was......Oh, that's right....." He said and put his book down on the bedside table. He took Laura's book out of her hands and set that one down too. Then he climbed up on top of her and made sure to make full eye contact before beginning to talk again. He could see that Laura was blushing like crazy under his gaze, seeing this made the smile curl his lips again. He straddled her waist, and placed both of his hands on her ribcage, poised, but unmoving. A little anticipatory squeak escaped Laura's mouth.
"It was the tickling, wasn't it?" he said and gently started to scribble his fingers around her waist.
Laura started to giggle and squirm, but she still couldn't come out and say what she wanted to tell him. She just nodded her head.
"Well, after all this time, I'm glad you finally came out and admitted it...you must have known I knew all along, didn't you?" Patrick said with a sly grin.
A look of shock came over Laura's face. "No...I...." was all she could say.
"Silly girl. Don't you think I know you by now?" He said and increased the tickling with his wiggling fingers.
Laura started to laugh hard now, and she just shook her head.
"Now, let's see what other confessions I can get out of you tonight..." he said before he dished out what would be the most intense tickle encounter of Laura's life.

After that night, Laura knew that there wasn't anything she couldn't tell him....


THE END

very nice, wish there was actually a club like this

loved it absolutely loved it. that tickle purple night club sounds like a blast. your imagination is terrific. and the way you write with such clarity and intensity almost makes me feel i am there with them. more please more lol.. its so nice to see a female write these type of stories.

isabeau

Siamese dream - Glad you liked the story. I wish there was a club like this too! To have a place like this where everyone in the club is interested in tickling as much as you, and you can kick back for some drinks, conversation, and tickle torture....doesn't get any better than that

Isabeau - As always, I'm glad to hear from you and thrilled that you enjoyed the story. My imagination is on overdrive most days, and in this case, some nights! When I woke up from this particular tickle dream, my whole body was tingling as though I had actually experienced the "tickle tunnel" first hand. Tickle dreams with that kind of intensity don't come around very often for me, but when they do....


Again, thanks to all the readers. I'd certainly like to hear from more of you out there.....no more lurking allowed!


Maggie