TKL_M28_LI_NY
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So there was the creepy guy, always coming in and hanging around the post office by the PO boxes. He finally got not one, but TWO PO boxes - which was odd as we'd save all the excess mail, but it had been done before.
I came in around 2 AM because I'd forgotten my cellphone, and I went into the processing area where the PO boxes are open and we insert the mail. And that creepy guy was opening his box. That section of the post office is open 24 hours, so this wasn't unusual, but what WAS unusual was that he had both arms ALL the way through his PO box, and was taking mail out of one of the boxes between them!
I hadn't hit the lights, because I'm really not supposed to be there, so he didn't see me. So, I took out come handcuffs with a long chain on it, (I surprise my boyfriend sometimes), and snuck up on those arms, and then... SNAPPED THEM BOTH ON.
He screamed like a little girl and tried to pull his arms out, but the bracelet wouldn't let his hand back through. He pulled and twisted for some time, I didn't think he'd ever stop. I guess he thought it was some sort of mechanical security measure.
So I got a cup of ice from the fridge, and snuck up behind him at the boxes. I put my scarf over his eyes and tied it tight, then locked the doors. NOW he was scared!
One at a time, I began dropping ice-cubes into his clothes at various places: the front of his shirt (which was tucked in), the back, the back of his pants, and of course the front. The whole time he just whimpered and struggled. He started to kick when those ice-cubes came down to his balls, so I pulled his pants down to his ankles, then dumped the rest of the ice-cubes into his underpants.
I just watched him struggling for a while...
"Please! Stop! It's so cold! Oh my God! Please let me go! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, it's so cold, anything but THIS!"
(ANYTHING BUT THIS - I thought), "Well, okay!" I started tickling him!
oke3: 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" My hands were a little cold too!
I got his armpits, his ribs, his belly, his knees, his belly-button, and back and forth and all over, one place with one hand and a separate area with the other, the whole time the ice-cubes clacked together in his undies.
I don't know how long I did it for, but when I stopped his knees where shaking.
I walked away loudly, he looked in my direction, too afraid to even ask to be released, his mouth open to say something, but he never did.
I came back with a chair and some duct tape, a puddle from all the melted ice was all around him. I grabbed his pants, and swiftly lifted his feet onto the chair. He easily struggled to get on it for me to take the weight off his arms. I then taped his calves to the chair, and took off his shoes.
"Please, no m-more. I c-c-can't take it! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please let me go? PleAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!"
I scribbled as fast as I could all over his soles with my long nails. Then I hit his toes! He just kept screaming his head off!
I stopped, as he was getting out of breath, and I considered letting him go then...
I was about to, then I decided - one last time. I gave his whole body a once over for about a minute, saying "Are you ticklish? You're not TICKLISH are you? Do you LIKE to be tickled?"
Then stopped. I didn't move for five minutes. I made no sound, I even breathed slow. He tried to look around, but my scarf made that impossible. He would've heard me leave, so he knew I was still right there.
I took one fingernail, and lazily stroked up and down the sole of his foot. Then, continuing this, I added another fingernail to his other foot. Then two fingernails for the first foot, going opposite directions, then two for the other foot. (You see where this is going?)
He laughed and struggled harder and harder with each additional finger, renewing his intensity of laughter each and every time. When I finally had all ten fingernails gently scratching his soles, I began to apply more pressure.
"NOOOHOOOHOOOHOOHOHOHOHOHO STOHOHOHOHOHOAAAHAAHAAAHAHOP!
PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"
Then, I spider tickled hard and as FAST as I could. He screamed like he was being electrocuted, laughter echoing all through the halls. When I saw he'd peed himself, I TICKLED HIM EVEN HARDER!!!
He twisted and pulled and struggled to get free, and when I tickled him harder he peed himself some more.
Then I stopped, slipped off my shoes, and silently slipped away.
The next day I heard the story.
"Yeah, some guy got handcuffed from inside the post office, trying to steal mail out of other people's boxes. Somebody tickled him silly!"
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, called of bunch of buddies to help out too! He was tickled for HOURS! Then they just left him there!"
"Huh!" I said, imagining all the fun I DIDN'T have, "How 'bout that!"
I came in around 2 AM because I'd forgotten my cellphone, and I went into the processing area where the PO boxes are open and we insert the mail. And that creepy guy was opening his box. That section of the post office is open 24 hours, so this wasn't unusual, but what WAS unusual was that he had both arms ALL the way through his PO box, and was taking mail out of one of the boxes between them!
I hadn't hit the lights, because I'm really not supposed to be there, so he didn't see me. So, I took out come handcuffs with a long chain on it, (I surprise my boyfriend sometimes), and snuck up on those arms, and then... SNAPPED THEM BOTH ON.
He screamed like a little girl and tried to pull his arms out, but the bracelet wouldn't let his hand back through. He pulled and twisted for some time, I didn't think he'd ever stop. I guess he thought it was some sort of mechanical security measure.
So I got a cup of ice from the fridge, and snuck up behind him at the boxes. I put my scarf over his eyes and tied it tight, then locked the doors. NOW he was scared!
One at a time, I began dropping ice-cubes into his clothes at various places: the front of his shirt (which was tucked in), the back, the back of his pants, and of course the front. The whole time he just whimpered and struggled. He started to kick when those ice-cubes came down to his balls, so I pulled his pants down to his ankles, then dumped the rest of the ice-cubes into his underpants.
I just watched him struggling for a while...
"Please! Stop! It's so cold! Oh my God! Please let me go! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, it's so cold, anything but THIS!"
(ANYTHING BUT THIS - I thought), "Well, okay!" I started tickling him!
oke3: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" My hands were a little cold too!
I got his armpits, his ribs, his belly, his knees, his belly-button, and back and forth and all over, one place with one hand and a separate area with the other, the whole time the ice-cubes clacked together in his undies.
I don't know how long I did it for, but when I stopped his knees where shaking.
I walked away loudly, he looked in my direction, too afraid to even ask to be released, his mouth open to say something, but he never did.
I came back with a chair and some duct tape, a puddle from all the melted ice was all around him. I grabbed his pants, and swiftly lifted his feet onto the chair. He easily struggled to get on it for me to take the weight off his arms. I then taped his calves to the chair, and took off his shoes.
"Please, no m-more. I c-c-can't take it! I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Please let me go? PleAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!"
I scribbled as fast as I could all over his soles with my long nails. Then I hit his toes! He just kept screaming his head off!
I stopped, as he was getting out of breath, and I considered letting him go then...
I was about to, then I decided - one last time. I gave his whole body a once over for about a minute, saying "Are you ticklish? You're not TICKLISH are you? Do you LIKE to be tickled?"
Then stopped. I didn't move for five minutes. I made no sound, I even breathed slow. He tried to look around, but my scarf made that impossible. He would've heard me leave, so he knew I was still right there.
I took one fingernail, and lazily stroked up and down the sole of his foot. Then, continuing this, I added another fingernail to his other foot. Then two fingernails for the first foot, going opposite directions, then two for the other foot. (You see where this is going?)
He laughed and struggled harder and harder with each additional finger, renewing his intensity of laughter each and every time. When I finally had all ten fingernails gently scratching his soles, I began to apply more pressure.
"NOOOHOOOHOOOHOOHOHOHOHOHO STOHOHOHOHOHOAAAHAAHAAAHAHOP!
PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"
Then, I spider tickled hard and as FAST as I could. He screamed like he was being electrocuted, laughter echoing all through the halls. When I saw he'd peed himself, I TICKLED HIM EVEN HARDER!!!
He twisted and pulled and struggled to get free, and when I tickled him harder he peed himself some more.
Then I stopped, slipped off my shoes, and silently slipped away.
The next day I heard the story.
"Yeah, some guy got handcuffed from inside the post office, trying to steal mail out of other people's boxes. Somebody tickled him silly!"
"Really?" I said.
"Yeah, called of bunch of buddies to help out too! He was tickled for HOURS! Then they just left him there!"
"Huh!" I said, imagining all the fun I DIDN'T have, "How 'bout that!"
