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Clara's Ticklish Situation. Mulitple ticklers/f, plus suggestion of other */f.

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((This story is meant to entertain and arouse, not offend, but if the fact Clara is blind does offend anyone then the mods can remove it and I offer my apologies to those offended. But I hope everyone enjoys instead.))

“Alright, folks, switch!”

Clara sighed. Another fifteen minutes wasted on a total loser. This one was worse then the rest. He had tried to show how he was so totally unfazed by her blindness by making a series of blind jokes. On top of that he reeked of a cologne that smelled like body odor and burnt sugar.

“Um, penny for your thoughts.” A voice said, a masculine, but slightly shy sounding voice. “I’m Jarod.”

Clara reached out, waiting, “I’m Clara.” She said when he had taken her hand and gave her a firm, friendly, if slightly damp shake.

“So, Clara,” Jarod said, sitting down, “how’d you end up in this meat market?”

The meat market in question was a speed dating service. The latest trend in a market of increasingly desperate singles.

“My friend runs it.” Clara said. “I dumped my stuff shirt boyfriend recently and she thought that I should get right back on the horse, so to speak. What about you?”

Jarod rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m a 35 year old Trekkie loser. Recently divorced. Not many women want to go out with a guy who likes to wear Spock ears.”

“I love Star Trek!” Clara said brightly. “Only sci-fi show I knew of that had a blind guy flying and fixing the ship.”

Jarod relaxed suddenly. She had brought up the subject he was thinking of how to avoid. In these politically correct times you never knew what would offend someone. Now he took a moment to study her. She was very pretty in a girl next door way. Soft, light brown hair framed her heart shaped face. Her lips were full without being freakish. Nose a little long and sharp, but not too much so. Though her golden-brown eyes were sightless, they still danced with merry mischief. Her body was a little on the hefty side, but it gave her a ripe appearance. Currently she was dangling her pump off her right foot, making Jarod sweat a bit as he saw that nylon clad appendage.

“Do you mind if I ask....” he began, to be swiftly interrupted.

“Since birth.” Clara replied. “Just like Geordi.”

Running a hand through his own darker brown hair, Jarod said, “Oh.” Then asked, “So what do you do?”

“By day I’m a lawyer for the poor people of Hell’s Kitchen, by night I dress in a devil’s costume and beat the crap out of bad guys.” She grinned, showing off a mouth of even, white teeth.

“A woman who knows her comics - at least I hope it’s the comics and not that god awful movie - want to get married?” Jarod joked. “No, seriously, are you a lawyer?”

“Nah, I’m a psychologist.” Clara said. “Who better to listen to people then someone who has no choice, right? Plus when I get a real whiner I can always just say “Hey, at least you’re not blind.” It usually shuts them up.” She was joking about the last part, of course, and chuckled. “What about you?”

Now Jarod was a little nervous. “Well, not as glamorous as you, but I’m a driver for a car service.”

“And what else?” Clara pressed. When Jarod was silent she said, “Jarod, I can tell from your voice you do a lot more then drive people around. Don’t be ashamed. I’ve heard it all in my practice. From gay porn stars who star in food fetish videos to sewage workers.”

“Funny you should mention porn.” Jarod said, running a finger around the collar of his shirt. “I write and illustrate fetish stories - tickling fetish ones to be exact....”

In a second Clara’s shoe was gone and her foot in Jarod’s lap. Normally she was not so bold with men, but she knew they only had ten, maybe even five minutes left. “I think I love you.” When Jarod was silent again she continued, “Jarod, I love being tickled. Adore it. Hell, the reason I dumped my boyfriend was because he was so bloody conventional in the sack. There were times when I pleaded with him to “take advantage” of my blindness. I begged him to tie me up and tickle me senseless. I even have fantasies about being held in stocks, with my arms stretched above my head, nude, in a room full of tickle-philes and a sign that reads “Tickle Me” at my feet. But he always whined that it would be wrong to do so, because of my blindness he never even liked to initiate sex. It was SO BORING!”

All the while Clara was wiggling her nylon covered toes at Jarod. He looked down at that foot resting between his thighs. She was wearing “nude” nylons with a reinforced toe and heel. Her foot was small and neither too narrow nor too wide. Her second toe was about a half inch longer then her big toe. While her words filtered into his brain, Jarod reached out and gentle stroked her sole. It was as soft as silk, with a plump ball and heel and well defined arch.

Clara squealed happily. Her nipples instantly stiffening. People turned to look. Her friend glared at Clara and Jarod. Disgusted.

“Time’s up! Switch!” Clara’s prudish friend shouted out, even though there was still three minutes to go.

...............................................................

“Is the driver here, Jasmine?” Clara asked, unfolding her cane. Her seeing eye dog, Data, had been put to sleep recently and she couldn’t bring herself to get a new one.

“Yes, doctor.” Jasmine replied with a stifled yawn. “It’s right outside. The driver’s cute, for a guy.”

Clara shook her head and headed for the door. She didn’t want to think of guys. Out of all the men from the speed dating service, the only one she got a reply from was BO-with-burnt-sugar-man. Perhaps she had been too forward with Jarod? Or maybe like so many he felt bad about even thinking of tying up a blind woman. It made her angry. Just because she couldn’t see did not mean she was mentally deficient. She was willing, damn it. It wouldn’t be taking advantage of her if she volunteered for it. Was she not a woman with a woman’s body, mind, and desires?

A gentle hand was leading her to the car. Helping her in without saying a word. She was encouraged with a tender touch to sit in the middle of the seat. Then a strange buckle was put over her. It came down over both shoulders, crossed under her breasts, and locked on either side of her. In the meantime she enjoyed the smell of the driver. Clean soap and water with just a hint of cinnamon.

Slipping out of her pumps, Clara felt around with her feet until she found what she wanted. A plastic divider between the front seats that served both as an armrest and extra glove box. “I hope you don’t mind if I put my feet up here, they’re killing me.”

The driver said nothing. Just got out and closed the door. Then went and got into the driver’s seat.

Suddenly Clara felt something lock over her ankles. She tried to pull her feet back but found something not unlike a small set of stocks. “Hey, what are you do....” she never got to finish for fingers fluttered over her nylon covered soles. She squealed and laughed. Nipples instantly engorged with blood.

As the car drove along felt her seat belt. It was in reality leather restraints, she could feel paddle locks on either side. At random moments five fingers would reach out and tickle her feet. Making her buck and squeal. She never knew when it would come. Making her feel all the more ticklish.

How long this went on she didn’t know. The driver never spoke. Just tickled. Leaving Clara in a sexual frustration. Then the car stopped. In the silence Clara could hear a garage door close.

“Who are you?” She demanded. “What do you want?!”

The answer came in the form of ruthless foot tickling. Plundering of her nylon covered soles. Clara squirmed and screamed with laughter, unable to help herself as she reached up and played with her own nipples through her silk blouse and bra. The tickler tormented her second toe. Then a warm mouth played along each digit, a soft tongue lapped at her feet, slipping between her trapped arches and tickling her horribly and wonderfully all at once.

Then it all stopped and Clara could hear the car door open, then the back one opened in turn. The seat shifted a bit as the driver settled next to her.

He slipped his hands up her skirt and began to tickle her legs. Starting with her knees and working both up and down. Clara laughed so hard she could feel herself crying. Her panties were completely soaked from her arousal.

Now he pulled her blouse up and exposed part of her belly. Ruthlessly plundering it with his fingers. Bending down and blowing raspberries on it, his tongue ticklishly worming it’s way under her waistband. She could think of a few other places she’d like to feel that terribly tickling tongue.

He tickled her ribs, the silk blouse making the tickling all the worse. She squirmed against her bonds. His fingers ran over the tops of her breasts, then up her neck, tickling her all the way to behind her ears. Then suddenly dived into her armpits, tickling her like crazy.

When Clara was totally weakened by the tickling, from laughing so hard that she could no longer wiggle and squirm, her tormenter released her. Then he began to relieve her of her clothing, tickling her the entire time. His tongue worming it’s way all over her ultra ticklish, extremely responsible body. So seduced was she by her silent tickler that she didn’t protest at all when he pulled her nylons down and began to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. Bringing her over the edge instantly.

Now nude and utterly defeated, Clara’s senses were all off kilter. It wasn’t until she felt someone lifting her up by her feet and another behind her that she realized there was now more then one person. She swayed as she was carried from the garage into what she assumed was a house. Someone reached out and tickled her along the side of her stomach as she swayed between her two carriers.

She felt her feet placed into stocks, her wrists locked then the rattle of a chain as her arms restrained above her head. A pair of warm lips touched her ear.

“Are you comfortable, Clara?” Jarod whispered. Then reached out and began to tickle her nipples. Making her laugh. “Sounds like it.”

Though she couldn’t see, Clara could sense there were others in the room. She could practically feel their gazes on her most ticklish spots. Hear the swishing of their breaths. Her skin became alive with anticipation. Tingling. She wasn’t even being touched and she was already giggling and squirming.

“Everyone!” Jarod called out. “This is Clara. Clara informed me it was her fantasy to be bound helpless in a room full of tickle fanatics. So I thought I’d help her tickling dreams come true. I hope you’ll be tickled to help.”

After a moment of hesitation, someone bounded forward and began to tickle Clara’s belly with a feather. Even more ticklish after her recent orgasm, Clara instantly squirmed and laughed, shouting out to her tickler to not stop, that she loved it, all while laughing up a storm.

After her invite, the others descended upon their prey. Clara was never sure how many people were tickling her. There were feathers, brushes, fingers, and tongues all over her uber-ticklish body. No part of her was left untormented by the delightful tickles. At least three pairs of lips gave her feet ticklish kisses, yummy nibbles, and warm laps of tickling tongues. Clara was carried away on a wave of ticklish desire. Unable to stop the moans that came out with her laughs. It seemed like every bit of exposed skin was tickled viciously. And she loved every second.

The tickling lasted long into the night. Sometimes Clara would get a break, then without warning someone would begin to tickle her. Perhaps it would be fingers in a smooth hollow of an armpit. Maybe a feather across her ticklish nipples. Someone “painted” each and every ticklish rib at one point. Another used her mouth and tongue on Clara’s ticklish belly while reaching underneath to tickle what parts of her butt were exposed. Her legs were tickled by at least four people at one point.

And her feet - oh her feet! Such delicious, sensual torment on her soft feet! Clara rode wave after wave of pleasure as her feet were randomly tormented. It seemed like every foot fetishist in the world tortured her feet that night. And she loved every second of it.

Clara’s wasn’t the only female laughter that night. But her’s was by far the one heard the most.

“So would you like to come back for our next gathering?” Jarod asked as he gently tickled her armpits with some soft, fluffy feathers.

“Are you kidding?” Clara asked. “I never want to leave!”

~The End~
 
another excellent story. I found it very erotic. i also found the trek references interesting. i'm not a huge fan of it, but i've seen and enjoied enough next generation to keep up in a conversation if it comes up. however, i'm not familiar with speed dating. but you did give enough info that i think i got the jist of it. sounds unplesent. i loved the story though, and i look forward to the next one.
 
fantastic and such an original concept. i dont think anyone would be offended by the fact Clara is blind. in fact i like it that you chose a blind character. they are ticklish also.. just because they are blind doesnt make them seem something out of the ordinary. great job

isabeau
 
Yay! People like it! :bouncybou

Cap - never been on a speed date either, but I know the concept. You have 15 minutes to get to know the person, then switch. Then at the end of the night you write down the names of the people who interested you and if there's a match you get their number and/or e-mail address and then get to talk to them normally. It sounds horrible. I have nightmares about being forced to go on one.
 
Hey Lurker, another great story, I really enjoyed it. Next Generation was always my favorite Star Trek. :) I loved Geordi cause I grew up watching him on Reading Rainbow when I was a kid. The idea of a blind lee was interesting... I've let my boyfriend tie & tickle me while I was blindfolded before and it seemed to make it a billion times worse (or better, hehe), I was just screaming at the slightest touch :) Excellent job, I love your stories and the unique female characters you create.
 
*happy dance* It thrills me to no end to get possitive feedback, especially on a story like this.
 
my take on this one is....

Well, Jamie, you've done it again!

This will be a bit of a lengthy post because this one will now always hold a place in my heart. I am blind as well. So, reading about a blind person, well...I was a bit nervous. Dig, I don't like movies with blind people in them a lot of the times, cause the people who make a lot of them (Ray is an exception) usually don't get things right or they portray the person as unable to do something that they would be able to do. Keep this in mind please as I continue.

I read stories a lot, not being able to see pictures, so I have come to discover what I like in the writing or plot, and what I don't. When I came upon this story, I was hesitant when I started reading. I honestly stopped a little way through and closed the thread, thinking, "oh lord, someone else is going to write about blind people with a pitiful atitude," which is of course the last thing I wanted. However, I went back a little while later and read the story, it was good! Why was it good? This is from my prospective.

First, you recognized that the voice of a person is very important, as well as how they smell. Not everyone looks for those things but I do in a girl. And of course there have been times when the voice has been pretty but the figure not.

Second, you didn't keep mentioning she was blind, especially when she was in the car. You realized that it doesn't matter she can't see because what she feels is all in the touch.

I personally would like a sequel, or shit even a series. I guess my only critiques would be to describe her more, especially the feet, but I Love feet as many do here.

Oh by the way, just a little something to know, a Seeing Eye dog is usually called a Guide dog, UNLESS it is from the Seeing Eye in New Joursey. I will be getting a dog but will be getting it from a New York school, so in all technicality, it is not a seeing eye dog. That really has nothing to do with the story though, so keep it in there. I want a dog named Data too, I don't get to pick the name though.

I hope that helps, and if you want you (Jamie I speak to specifically) can pm me and ask any questions you want if you want to continue this story. I should start writing maybe too...

I hope that helps, I don't want to tell you "oh that's a good story," I want you to know why it was good and what I liked, that's true criticism I think.

All for now, going to read the story again and get turned on, smile.

Dave
 
Dave, out of all the comments I love your's the best. It means a whole lot to me. :twohugs:

I knew about the guide dogs, but people are more familiar with the term "seeing eye dogs." I spent a day with a woman who actually had a therapy dog - one that's trained to comfort and help people who are sick, the woman who owned him had terrible crippling artheritis (God I hope I spelled that right) and was legally handicapped because of that. Anyway, the entire day people kept telling their kids (we were at Disneyland) that they couldn't pet Sam because he was "a seeing eye dog." She, her husband, and the rest of us kept correcting them over and over because Sam is a dog you're suppose to pet. (Quick story, someone else was petting Sam - I had a persistant cough at the time that just would not go away, it was awful - I started coughing while Sam was getting petted and he right away moved away from that person and leaned himself heavily against me until the fit past.)

So anyway, that's why I used that term. Cause I knew people were more familiar with it and it wouldn't confuse them. Heh.

Who knows, maybe they'll have a dog for you named after Star Trek's sexiest android. :p
 
Bit of something I "tossed together" - I wanted to give Clara a chance to do some tickling. I hope it's okay. Thought I'd keep it in the same thread as titles aren't my forte.

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Jasmine sighed as she reached around herself to scratch an itch between her shoulder blades. Then she pushed her specially made dark glasses up to rub her pink eyes with long, paper white fingers.

The politically correct crowd would describe Jasmine as being “African-American,” however she hated this term with a passion as she made it feel that people thought she wasn’t a real American just because her ancestors happened to have been forcibly taken from Africa. Though she was albino, she considered herself as black. Okay, so a rare genetic fluke made her skin look like she had been dipped in a vat of correction fluid, her tightly braided hair a white-blond, and her eyes as pink as a rabbit’s. However, this didn’t change her ethnic group, no matter what her small-minded and ignorant father thought.

Jasmine worked for a psychiatrist named Clara Jenkins. Though not a big time money making shrink, Clara was well respected in her field. Specializing in people who had to adjust to being “different.” Accident victims who lost limbs, for instance, or people like Jasmine who were just not like what society considered normal. Though Clara handled other cases as well, these were the types she worked with the best.

Maybe it was because Clara was “different” herself. Clara was blind. Had been all her life and yet never let that stand in her way. Unlike many of her patients who liked to use their so-called disabilities as excuses for not living life at all. Pulling back in fear from even acknowledging that they were alive, vital people.

Jasmine liked Clara. Liked how happy she was. How balanced. However something had happened this weekend that made Jasmine feel uncomfortable around her boss. Going over to drop off some files, she had found the door unlocked.

And in the living room was Clara, bound in a hog-tie, nude, being tickled by her boyfriend Jarod, and young blond woman, both also naked. More then that, Clara was begging them to keep it up, obviously aroused. So where her two tormentors.

It wasn’t the fact that she had walked in on such an intimate moment that bothered Jasmine. It was the fact ever since she had been daydreaming about what it would be like to be the one being tickled like that - by Clara. A few times Jasmine had found her hand wandering between her legs, playing gently along her nylon covered crotch, so lightly she was almost tickling herself.

All weekend long she had been trying to come up with a way to deal with it. Obviously all she could do was resign.

But she couldn’t do it without telling Clara why. It wasn’t fair. Not to Clara nor herself. So Jasmine had spent half the day composing a letter on the special braille type writer. Telling Clara everything.

Oh well, Jasmine knew she could always go back to computer graphic design.

..............................................................

The scent of prescription strength sunscreen was all over the letter. The stiff paper, made special for the series of dots that Clara read by touch, always managed to soak up the scent. Unlike her mind, which was having a hard time soaking up the words typed into it.

Clara had known Jasmine had saw. There had been no mistaking her scent, nor the files dropped on the floor. All the same the psychiatrist had fooled herself into thinking that Jasmine hadn’t really seen anything.

“Sometimes,” Clara thought to herself, “I can be so damn blind.”

She meant in a way other then her sightless golden-brown eyes. Down in her soul.

Well, if Jasmine was going to insist on leaving, then Clara was going to insist on taking advantage of their new situation and making Jasmine’s admitted fantasy come true.

She would just need some help to do it. It was time to call Jarod and ask for some - references.

............................................................

On Jasmine’s last official day of work, Clara invited her over for a special good bye dinner. Jasmine drove Clara to her house, on the way over, they talked.

“So do you really mean it?” Clara asked as they were approaching her place. “Are you willing to try?”

“Yes.” Jasmine replied firmly. “As long, no offense, your boyfriend isn’t there.”

Clara nodded. Jasmine wasn’t really one of those stereotypical man-hating lesbians. She just wasn’t one of those type who’d involve men in any form of kinky play. For Jasmine anything sexual was strictly between herself and other females. She wouldn’t even let her lovers’ boyfriends watch - normally she dumped them when she found out they had a “penis on the side.”

After parking in Clara’s otherwise unused driveway, Jasmine followed her former boss up the sidewalk. Without much of a pause, Clara unlocked her front door.

Inside the house it was completely dark. Jasmine actually had to remove her glasses. Even then she had a hard time seeing. Of course, this was no problem for Clara. She knew where everything was. Not to mention she could smell the other.

Jasmine couldn’t smell this one until she felt the hands on her shoulders. Soft hands, a cloud of lilac scent. A woman’s voice whispering against her ear. “Do not be afraid, my sweet friend. Clara has told me about you, so I’m going to blindfold you before I turn the lights on.”

Jasmine submitted to the blindfold. Still, even with the thick cloth over her light sensitive eyes, she could sense when the lights were on.

From the sound of feet on Clara’s hardwood floor, she could tell the woman was wearing high heeled shoes, perhaps books. Under the scent of lilac was the smell of well loved leather. Jasmine, nearly six feet tall, knew that the boots at the least made the woman taller then her. The woman’s hands which now led her across Clara’s living room and started stripped her of her clothing were graceful feeling.

The woman’s name was Sarah. A friend of Jarod’s and a professional dommenatrix, the fifty-five year old woman with her silver grey hair and ice blue eyes had to admit in all her life she had never had a session like this.

Sarah was indeed taller then Jasmine, even in her stocking feet, by a good seven inches, more so in the high heeled boots she wore. She was also thin of frame. While Jasmine was much better endowed with a tight waist and flat stomach, and Clara was short and pleasingly plump.

She stripped Jasmine down to the sheer colored nylons she wore. Then barked at her to kneel. Jasmine obeyed. Sarah smiled. “Alright, up again, girl. So I might bind you.” The first was a test to make sure Jasmine knew her place. Indeed she did.

Nude except for the nylons, Jasmine was soon tied and laid upon a couch. Sarah used a long rope to secure Jasmine’s arms above her head, then her feet. At the lower part she placed Clara in a chair.

Then they started. Clara, who had always been the receiver of tickles, delighted in her new role of giver. Once she was able to get a sense for where Jasmine’s feet were, she started to explore them. Tickling them as she outlined them. Jasmine’s feet were long and narrow, with a perfect semi-circle of toes. Her arches weren’t as high as Clara’s own, nor her heels as round and plump.

Jasmine’s laughter was soft at first. For Clara’s exploring touches were too brief and soft to tickle too much. Soon they grew in intensity though as her former boss familiarized herself with the landscape of her feet.

Sarah sat back and let Clara do the work to start with. Though she had been hired to help Clara, it seemed the woman was getting along fine by herself now that the sub was bound. Soon she was just watching in awe as Clara’s nibble fingers began to plunder Jasmine’s soles.

For her part, Jasmine began to squeal, scream with laughter! Her nipples hardened and she lost herself to the sensations. There was nothing but the darkness of the blindfold and the tickling fingers on her nylon clad feet. On her nylon covered legs. Up above the waistband of her panty hose to her belly button. She could vaguely hear Clara calling out for the dommenatrix to help her. Then there were two sets of hands, twenty fingers. On Jasmine’s neck. On her breasts. They were in her armpits. Lips on her belly. Back down her nylon covered legs and feet.

Sweet sweat coated her flesh. The smell of her arousal plain even to her. The sound of her laughter filled with moans as someone began to play a vibrator over her cloth covered vulva. A mind numbing orgasm that left her breathless - and more ticklish!

And Clara, Clara delighted herself in a role she never played before. With Sarah’s guidance she explored every inch of Jasmine’s body. Clara had often thought about tickling other women, but had never tried for fear she might accidently poke them in the eye or something. However she soon found that her blindness did not hold her back. Rather it just gave her more excuses to tease, tickle, torment.

She had to pause to make herself cum to relieve her own building pressure. Sarah gave Jasmine water then sat back and let Clara take over completely.

Over and over again Jasmine was tickled until Clara could sense from the tensing of her former employee’s body that she needed completion. Clara was not one to deny orgasm. She kept tickling and kept pleasuring Jasmine until finally both of them were too tired to go on. Then, with Sarah’s help, both found their way to the bathroom and a much needed clean up.

As they parted ways for the final time, Sarah asked Jasmine for a ride home. Jarod had dropped her off as Sarah didn’t need much of her equipment and didn’t feel like driving her huge SUV.

“You know,” Sarah said as they headed off. “Now that you’re seeking employment again, I could use a good secretary to help handle my clients’ files and bills. However, I am a demanding boss and promise punishment if you don’t meet my standards.”

Jasmine grinned. “Just as long as you offer rewards as well.” She replied. “Then you’ve got a new employee.”

“Jasmine, my dear,” Sarah said with a lazy grin, “I think our business arrangements will turn out to be full of laughs.”

~~The End~~
 
ah excellent story. i hope Heather and Anna read this, they would love it.
 
Hi Jamie (Ticklish Lurker)
I just wanted to tell you that I have very little of my vision. I don't make it terribly public, but after reading your story, I wanted you to know that it did not offend me in the slightest. if anything, I could relate to Clara quite well!

I use special enlargement software in order to be able to see my computer screen. Your story was most enjoyable. Thanks for being unafraid to sexualize "The blind." There is a most unfortunate concept that people with "disabilities" are sexless. This is so far from the truth.

Give us more!

Indigo (name from my fav duo, Indigo Girls)
 
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