The piece is totally fictional, just my fantasy for my mature mother-in-law, who is very ticklish but quite unreachable for me in real life. I commissioned Mandell to do the illustration, so here it is...
The second part is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...dultery-quot-part-2-m-f&p=4280079#post4280079
My ticklish mother-in-law "Adultery doesn't pay" m/f mm/f
Gambling got the best of me. I got myself about fifteen thousands of debt… And my wife didn’t know anything. I had a month to get some cash, before everything goes down.
I got away from casinos, but it costed me. Oh yes, it costed… I had to do something to soothe my nerves. I indulged in my other great passion - the tickle fetish. My wife hates to be tickled but I risked her wrath at least a few times and tickled the crap out of her. But that wasn’t enough… That left me the Internet. I submerged myself into the sound of desperate female laughter, the sight of bodies writhing in a ticklish agony, read the stories, watched the pictures…
One evening I was returning home. My wife was on the second shift, so I had a plenty of tickle porn plans in mind. Suddenly I saw my mother-in-law, Mary, walking down the other side of the street. She was dressed up very sexy. White, flared skirt just a bit beyond the knees, tight, white blouse with a low neckline, outlining her shapely tits very nicely,a hat on her head made her look classy, and high heel sandals showed her pretty feet with red nail polish. She had also a necklace, earrings and rings on.Despite her being close to sixty and white haired I always found her attractive, so I deeply liked what I just saw. As she didn't notice me I was about to yell hello, then I changed my mind. Mary was always a camera shy and that was a perfect opportunity to get some candids. I get some of my kinks from a little voyeurism, so maybe even an upskirt shot?
My phone was in my hand in no time. I started snapping, getting some decent shots. When she passed me, I simply crossed the street and followed her. She was very absent minded, yet seemed determined, walking straight and fast without looking around so she got no idea I was there. As usual seeing her in a pretty outfit triggered my tickling fantasies. I knew she was deathly ticklish. But she was so strict and prudish that there was no way I could get away with more than a casual poke to her ribs. Yes, I got little jumps and yelps and then, usually, angry glares. But I was dying for more. At least for getting several seconds of pure, ticklish laughter from her. My wife, not knowing the full extent of my fetish, told me that Mom didn’t like to be hugged by her, because she was afraid of being tickled. Hearing this I asked “And did you really tickle her?” and my wife answered “Of course!”. Also Mary herself confessed once that she didn’t go barefoot around the house because Stan (her hubby) loved to tickle her feet.
So then I had this attractive, ticklish mature dressed up and unaware that I shot candids of her for further use in my fantasies. Perfect.
We were approaching a shopping mall. It was a piece of good news. In a crowd I could move closer and maybe slip the phone up that cute skirt. Good news continued to emerge. She headed for the escalator to the food court. I moved behind her in a few seconds I had my precious little video straight up her skirt. When we arrived at the food court I was about to reveal myself to Mary when I saw her heading for some unknown, middle aged guy. They met, she presented her cheek for the kiss, the man leaned to kiss her, put his arm around her and… grabbed her ass. And my strict, prudish mother-in-law only giggled and slapped him playfully Then they embraced and headed for a free table. While walking, he playfully tickled her ribs. She wriggled and laughed, but didn't try to disengage. Definitely no angry glares for him... They sat at the table, holding hands and chatting. I sat a few places from there and started recording them. I acted on autopilot still shocked by my discovery. Mary having an affair? I knew they didn't get along very well lately with Stan (my father-in-law), but this? How? Finally I decided to bust her. I made a copy of all my photos and videos (watching the upskirt one first), pocketed my phone and walked straight to the loving couple.
- Oh, hi, Mom! What are you doing here? - I asked, all innocence.
She was speechless, absolutely startled. Beet red she tried to say something, but couldn't. Pretending I hadn’t noticed her embarrassment I said casually.
- Never mind. Just please introduce me.
- That’s Greg. My friend from… the college! - Mary tried to regain some composure. “From the college, bullshit. The guy is ten years younger” - I thought, but I let it pass for a while.
- Nice to meet you, Greg. I am Vlad, her son-in-law. - We shook hands and I gave poor Mary a break by saying that I had to go.
Walking home I thought about the situation. Obviously then I had my mom-in-law in my hands. But what then?
I dismissed covering her. Why should I? So the blackmail. But for what? The first thought was to force her to tickle torture session. That sounded appealing. But somehow I got the better idea. The one that might solve my financial problems. I remembered one dating site ad… Quickly I checked. Yes, still there. I sent my offer with a few pictures done today. Did I mention Mary looked so fine in them?
In a few hours I got the positive answer. I know what you are thinking. But paid sex wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Now I had to convince Mary. It wasn’t hard. We met next day in a cozy cafe. I showed her the films with Greg. She started crying and begging me not to bust her, babbling how unhappy and neglected she felt with Stan and how wonderful Greg is for her. I waited till the inevitable “I’ll do anything”. She seemed shocked by my terms, but what could she do? She agreed. I think she was surprised I didn’t demand sex. Well, from my point of view I did. Sort of.
I executed my new rights right there ordering her to give me her foot under the table. With pursed lips and tears of shame she obeyed.
- No tickling! - she whispered panically after the first touch of my fingers on her sole.
- Relax! - I told her and started slowly dragging my fingers across her feet. She sat there with a huge smile plastered on her lips, squirming slightly, looking pleadingly and desperately trying to stifle the giggles. For several minutes I kept her on the verge of bursting with laughter. Finally, when there came a group of tourists and started loudly demand the place to sit and then making orders, all among the whining of the kids, I attacked her feet for good. Her squeal of laughter was totally lost in the noise, so I allowed myself to keep tickling her until the order was restored and all the tourists were sitting.
We left soon but I couldn’t wait to execute my new rights. I pulled her behind the corner of some service corridor, pinned her against the wall holding her wrists above her head with my hand. than I leaned to kiss her. She reluctantly let me. Mary was a heavy smoker, so the taste wasn’t that good, but it was meant to be the act of domination more than just a sexual pleasure. After a few seconds she returned the kiss and I really started to do my best. I think I did good because I felt her knees weaken. I disengaged and when she was still dizzy my fingers sneaked up the short sleeve of her blouse and started tickling her outstretched armpit. I couldn’t pray for a better reaction. A shriek of laughter, a desperate, unsuccessful attempt to pull her arms down and to wriggle out of my grasp. But I was simply too strong for her and she remained exactly where she was - trapped between the wall and my body, laughing that sexy, low pitched laughter of hers, writhing, rubbing her big tits against my chest and her lower belly against my bulging crotch and begging me to stop. The soft, warm skin of her armpit under my fingertips, the smell of her perfumes and simply of her body, the sound of her hysterical laughter and the FEEL of it, vibrating in her body so closely pressed to minę, her frantic pleading for mercy… for me it could last forever.
But one of her shrieked between the peals of laughter arguments was logical. Someone could really come and that could be trouble. I had to hurry. My plan was to check the other tickle spots. So my hand went down squeezing and poking her side. A nice reaction, although not that strong as under the armpit. Poking her hip produced a loud shriek. Then I leaned a bit and put my hand under her skirt, aiming for her butt. She stiffened, but soon had to laugh again, because instead of groping her I started to scribble my fingers over the mounds of her buttocks. Her ass turned out to be ticklish as well! Another great news. I bet she didn’t know about it… Then I moved towards her thighs and found another good spot there. But the true mother load of laughs I found behind her knees. But there really was no time to explore it further. I straightened up and again kissed her, still with her wrists pinned above her head. Still kissing I attacked her armpit again, but not with such intensity as before. And again she started laughing and protesting, but I muffled that by a kiss, forcing her to laugh into my mouth.
Then I started kissing and blowing raspberries at the side of her neck but she wasn’t ticklish there. Finally I leaned and buried my unshaven chin between her breasts. I kissed the warm skin then started scratching the top of her tits with the stubble of my beard. She wasn’t hysterical, but still laughed and squirmed nicely.
When I let her go she shot me a murderous glare and fled to a ladies room. She had to, because her hair and clothes were in disarray from all her struggling.
But alleging me to tickle her at will was only the first part of the agreement. Next day we began to fulfill the other one - the one that would bring me cash.
According to the wishes of our clients we arrived to the given address next day at five. It turned out to be a small, discreet BDSM studio. Stunned Mary, still not quite believing what was happening, was taken away by a nice, middle aged female assistant and I went to meet “Rob and Bob” - our clients. They looked like a pair of businessmen and the negotiations were also businesslike.
- Ok, so you have an hour of ticking. Obligatory ten minutes break after half an hour when the clock stops. I am present and can pause the tickling for up to five minutes, then the clock also stops. She has no safeword. If you want to transfer her to another bondage device the clock stops. You are allowed to blow raspberries and kiss her belly and neck, tickle her nipples with a feather and kiss, lick and suck her feet and toes. You can record the session but only for private use.
- Fine - said Rob. - we need no more. Here is your five hundred bucks from me and same from my partner. I think they are ready with her now. They both donned masks of aliens and we went to the torture chamber they hired. Mary was already there, immobilized in the stocks. Her feet were raised pretty high with big toes tied to the hook at the top of the stocks. The position made her skirt fall up, baring her whole legs and displaying her panties and the edge of her butt beautifully. Her arms were tied in V shape above her head and in the short sleeves off her blouse we could see her outstretched armpits. The blouse was unbuttoned and her big, braless breasts were clearly visible. They were, of course, a bit sagging, but still great to watch. She jerked and yelped at the sight of “aliens”, looking at them with panicked eyes. Then she blushed, realizing how much she was showing. She started to squirm, trying in vain to cover her goodies.
I sat on the chair in the corner to watch. The guys wasted no time. Quickly set up the camera and positioned themselves at Mary’s feet and behind her. Then I ticked on the timer.
Rob picked up the brush and started scrubbing the bare sole. Meanwhile Bob attacked Mary’s defenseless armpits.
She reacted beautifully. A piercing shriek, then a steady flow of hysterical, low pitched laughter. She buckled like a madwoman,but the staff from the BDSM studio knew their job very well. She wasn’t going anywhere and had to endure whatever the guys had in store for her. Every possible scrap of breath she used for begging them to stop and yelling to me for help. But she got not much breath to spare. The guys were absolutely ruthless. Among Mary’s hysterical mirth I heard the swish of the bristles on her soles, going in various directions, leaving no spot unmolested. The guy at the armpits also showed her no mercy, pressing with all ten fingers at her vulnerable underarms. He changed pace and went from pressing to scratching, to drilling, and back, but always within this few square centimeters of highly sensitive skin. Mary was going ballistic, but they didn’t give her a break even for a few seconds forcing her to more and more guwaffs of hilarity. She was almost unable to beg, managing only “Pleheheheheseee!” almost not understandable among the desperate laughter. Soon she didn’t have enough breath even for that. She tried to lean forward as to escape the armpit tickling and reach her tortured soles and laughed her head off, writhing in a ticklish agony. That move only stretched the skin of her armpits making it even more vulnerable.
I spent a minute or so just looking at her tits. Countless times I stared down her blouse, but seeing them in a bra wasn’t the same as here, shaking and bouncing all over the place, her nipples big and brown, begging to be sucked, licked and tickled with feather.
Mesmerized by all this I missed the signs of her being out of breath. The guys simply didn't care torturing her non stop. Only when she was on the verge of fainting I came out of stupor and commanded “Stop!”.
They did. She sagged, still giggling and gasping for breath. I waited till her breath calmed down, then signalled to go. The wail of desperate laughter announced the resuming of the ruthless torture. Breathless begging fell on deaf ears. She had to give the guys what they paid for - a pure ticklish agony.
For ten minutes they kept her hysterical like that, giving her only tiny breaks for sucking some oxygen. Then they gave her five minutes break out of their own time. It wasn't for mercy. It was to give her strength for more laughter.
Then they switched places and gave her the same treatment as before, but there came a blindfold. Another five minutes break and there was time for feathers. It supposed to be more sensual tickling but Mary proved to be feather sensitive at least on her armpits and soles, so it was some heavy laughter for her as well.
They were half way through. Next they decided for something kinkierr. Two feathers went to her nipples. Mary stiffened, excuse me the pun, as much as her nipples, protested and started giggling and moaning. Bob was operating those stiff feathers with mastery, teasing and stimulating those two buttons. Meanwhile Rob kneeled by her feet and started sucking her toes. Mary gasped and started moaning and pleading weakly “Please, don’t do that to me!”. She was moaning louder and louder, breathing faster and gasping ”Please, no”. However, the pair kept their work and after a few minutes Mary cried softly and shuddered. A mere second after that Bob dropped the feathers and attacked her armpits wickedly, while Rob finger tickled the vulnerable soles. Of course she had to laugh under such an assault.
They gave her a few minutes of intensive tickling forcing her into hysterical laughter and barely coherent pleads for mercy. Then they started checking other spots.
Counting her ribs produced heartily laugh, blowing raspberries into her bellybutton resulted in some piercing shrieks.
Even when the blindfold was applied the guys didn’t remove their alien masks. They also roleplayed the “alien scientific experiment” scenario, talking to each other like “Officer X, test the sensitivity of the subject to the stimulation of ribs 1 to 7”
After a while they both descended to the previously neglected area of her defenseless legs. A few startled yelps and jerks indicated that the guys allowed themselves a few pinches to the buttock or maybe a quick crotch grab through the panties. I decided to let it go. Almost immediately they resumed their primary activity - the tickling.
They started with kneecaps. Ok, but nothing spectacular. But the soft insides of her knees… those were really good. More hysterical laughter and begging, easily comparable with the reaction for armpit tickling. Then Bob and Rob attacked Mary’s soft, round thighs. First they tried rapid squeezing technique then raking fingers over the skin of the inner thighs, both resulting in raspy, low pitched laugh. Clearly that area was sensitive not only in ticklish meaning.
More moaning and gasping came, when they attacked her groins, just above the panty line. Rob noticed at once. Still staying in the role he said “Officer Y, proceed with nipples stimulation!”. Bob again grabbed the feathers to use it on Mary’s boobs, while Rob was still tickling her groins and thighs, sometimes stroking her pussy through the panties.
Sweet torture of both tickling and sexual stimulation lasted to ten minutes to the end of time.
For three minutes she was allowed to rest, gasping for breath and quivering like a jelly. Then she was ballgagged and the guys produced the final tickle tools - two whizzing electric toothbrushes. Mary was really tired but the whirling bristles on her soles revived her just fine. She laughed as loud and writhed as lively as in the first five minutes and again I had to rescue her from suffocating by stopping for one minute. They tried her three worst spots - feet, armpits and behind her knees, all with devastating effect.
Finally their time was up. They exclaimed “Experiment terminated”, removed the masks, kissed Mary on her cheek, breasts and feet, packed the camera, shook my hand and left. But I had one more plan, so I left with them in search of someone from the staff. Soon I found the same assistant that took care of Mary in the beginning.
- How can I help you? - she asked with a warm smile.
- Do we have to pack now? - I asked.
- Not at all, the rent was to seven p.m., so you have fifteen more minutes.
That’s what I wanted to know. I walked back and set up my own camera, putting it at the same spot as Bob and rob put their. I pulled on a ski mask, turned the camera on and walked behind Mary. I removed the gag, but instead of freeing her I attacked her defenseless armpits.And again she had no choice, but to laugh that sexy, low laughter of hers, desperately trying to convince her unseen tormentor (that’s me) that she couldn’t stand it anymore. But for next ten minutes I proved her wrong, trying all her weakest spots. When I finished she was truly spent. I packed the camera, thinking how much copies would sell on clipsforsale. Every penny counted in my situation.
When I finally untied her,Mary was really pissed off.
- They were monsters! I thought they would tickle me to death. And I thought I’d die from shame, flashing like a whore. You are really cruel to force me to endure such things…
- I didn’t force you to cheat on Dad… Come on there is a shower down there, you can wash yourself and dress there.
She shot me one more angry glare, grabbed her spare clothes and left. I waited in the waiting room, skimming through my footage. In another twenty minutes she was back, every lock of hair combed, lips painted, fresh blouse and skirt donned, calm and posh as ever. But I remembered her half naked, laughing her head off, begging for mercy and promising every kind of sexual advance to two strangers just to stop tickling her. And I knew it was just the first of many things for her to come.
The second part is here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...dultery-quot-part-2-m-f&p=4280079#post4280079
My ticklish mother-in-law "Adultery doesn't pay" m/f mm/f
Gambling got the best of me. I got myself about fifteen thousands of debt… And my wife didn’t know anything. I had a month to get some cash, before everything goes down.
I got away from casinos, but it costed me. Oh yes, it costed… I had to do something to soothe my nerves. I indulged in my other great passion - the tickle fetish. My wife hates to be tickled but I risked her wrath at least a few times and tickled the crap out of her. But that wasn’t enough… That left me the Internet. I submerged myself into the sound of desperate female laughter, the sight of bodies writhing in a ticklish agony, read the stories, watched the pictures…
One evening I was returning home. My wife was on the second shift, so I had a plenty of tickle porn plans in mind. Suddenly I saw my mother-in-law, Mary, walking down the other side of the street. She was dressed up very sexy. White, flared skirt just a bit beyond the knees, tight, white blouse with a low neckline, outlining her shapely tits very nicely,a hat on her head made her look classy, and high heel sandals showed her pretty feet with red nail polish. She had also a necklace, earrings and rings on.Despite her being close to sixty and white haired I always found her attractive, so I deeply liked what I just saw. As she didn't notice me I was about to yell hello, then I changed my mind. Mary was always a camera shy and that was a perfect opportunity to get some candids. I get some of my kinks from a little voyeurism, so maybe even an upskirt shot?
My phone was in my hand in no time. I started snapping, getting some decent shots. When she passed me, I simply crossed the street and followed her. She was very absent minded, yet seemed determined, walking straight and fast without looking around so she got no idea I was there. As usual seeing her in a pretty outfit triggered my tickling fantasies. I knew she was deathly ticklish. But she was so strict and prudish that there was no way I could get away with more than a casual poke to her ribs. Yes, I got little jumps and yelps and then, usually, angry glares. But I was dying for more. At least for getting several seconds of pure, ticklish laughter from her. My wife, not knowing the full extent of my fetish, told me that Mom didn’t like to be hugged by her, because she was afraid of being tickled. Hearing this I asked “And did you really tickle her?” and my wife answered “Of course!”. Also Mary herself confessed once that she didn’t go barefoot around the house because Stan (her hubby) loved to tickle her feet.
So then I had this attractive, ticklish mature dressed up and unaware that I shot candids of her for further use in my fantasies. Perfect.
We were approaching a shopping mall. It was a piece of good news. In a crowd I could move closer and maybe slip the phone up that cute skirt. Good news continued to emerge. She headed for the escalator to the food court. I moved behind her in a few seconds I had my precious little video straight up her skirt. When we arrived at the food court I was about to reveal myself to Mary when I saw her heading for some unknown, middle aged guy. They met, she presented her cheek for the kiss, the man leaned to kiss her, put his arm around her and… grabbed her ass. And my strict, prudish mother-in-law only giggled and slapped him playfully Then they embraced and headed for a free table. While walking, he playfully tickled her ribs. She wriggled and laughed, but didn't try to disengage. Definitely no angry glares for him... They sat at the table, holding hands and chatting. I sat a few places from there and started recording them. I acted on autopilot still shocked by my discovery. Mary having an affair? I knew they didn't get along very well lately with Stan (my father-in-law), but this? How? Finally I decided to bust her. I made a copy of all my photos and videos (watching the upskirt one first), pocketed my phone and walked straight to the loving couple.
- Oh, hi, Mom! What are you doing here? - I asked, all innocence.
She was speechless, absolutely startled. Beet red she tried to say something, but couldn't. Pretending I hadn’t noticed her embarrassment I said casually.
- Never mind. Just please introduce me.
- That’s Greg. My friend from… the college! - Mary tried to regain some composure. “From the college, bullshit. The guy is ten years younger” - I thought, but I let it pass for a while.
- Nice to meet you, Greg. I am Vlad, her son-in-law. - We shook hands and I gave poor Mary a break by saying that I had to go.
Walking home I thought about the situation. Obviously then I had my mom-in-law in my hands. But what then?
I dismissed covering her. Why should I? So the blackmail. But for what? The first thought was to force her to tickle torture session. That sounded appealing. But somehow I got the better idea. The one that might solve my financial problems. I remembered one dating site ad… Quickly I checked. Yes, still there. I sent my offer with a few pictures done today. Did I mention Mary looked so fine in them?
In a few hours I got the positive answer. I know what you are thinking. But paid sex wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.
Now I had to convince Mary. It wasn’t hard. We met next day in a cozy cafe. I showed her the films with Greg. She started crying and begging me not to bust her, babbling how unhappy and neglected she felt with Stan and how wonderful Greg is for her. I waited till the inevitable “I’ll do anything”. She seemed shocked by my terms, but what could she do? She agreed. I think she was surprised I didn’t demand sex. Well, from my point of view I did. Sort of.
I executed my new rights right there ordering her to give me her foot under the table. With pursed lips and tears of shame she obeyed.
- No tickling! - she whispered panically after the first touch of my fingers on her sole.
- Relax! - I told her and started slowly dragging my fingers across her feet. She sat there with a huge smile plastered on her lips, squirming slightly, looking pleadingly and desperately trying to stifle the giggles. For several minutes I kept her on the verge of bursting with laughter. Finally, when there came a group of tourists and started loudly demand the place to sit and then making orders, all among the whining of the kids, I attacked her feet for good. Her squeal of laughter was totally lost in the noise, so I allowed myself to keep tickling her until the order was restored and all the tourists were sitting.
We left soon but I couldn’t wait to execute my new rights. I pulled her behind the corner of some service corridor, pinned her against the wall holding her wrists above her head with my hand. than I leaned to kiss her. She reluctantly let me. Mary was a heavy smoker, so the taste wasn’t that good, but it was meant to be the act of domination more than just a sexual pleasure. After a few seconds she returned the kiss and I really started to do my best. I think I did good because I felt her knees weaken. I disengaged and when she was still dizzy my fingers sneaked up the short sleeve of her blouse and started tickling her outstretched armpit. I couldn’t pray for a better reaction. A shriek of laughter, a desperate, unsuccessful attempt to pull her arms down and to wriggle out of my grasp. But I was simply too strong for her and she remained exactly where she was - trapped between the wall and my body, laughing that sexy, low pitched laughter of hers, writhing, rubbing her big tits against my chest and her lower belly against my bulging crotch and begging me to stop. The soft, warm skin of her armpit under my fingertips, the smell of her perfumes and simply of her body, the sound of her hysterical laughter and the FEEL of it, vibrating in her body so closely pressed to minę, her frantic pleading for mercy… for me it could last forever.
But one of her shrieked between the peals of laughter arguments was logical. Someone could really come and that could be trouble. I had to hurry. My plan was to check the other tickle spots. So my hand went down squeezing and poking her side. A nice reaction, although not that strong as under the armpit. Poking her hip produced a loud shriek. Then I leaned a bit and put my hand under her skirt, aiming for her butt. She stiffened, but soon had to laugh again, because instead of groping her I started to scribble my fingers over the mounds of her buttocks. Her ass turned out to be ticklish as well! Another great news. I bet she didn’t know about it… Then I moved towards her thighs and found another good spot there. But the true mother load of laughs I found behind her knees. But there really was no time to explore it further. I straightened up and again kissed her, still with her wrists pinned above her head. Still kissing I attacked her armpit again, but not with such intensity as before. And again she started laughing and protesting, but I muffled that by a kiss, forcing her to laugh into my mouth.
Then I started kissing and blowing raspberries at the side of her neck but she wasn’t ticklish there. Finally I leaned and buried my unshaven chin between her breasts. I kissed the warm skin then started scratching the top of her tits with the stubble of my beard. She wasn’t hysterical, but still laughed and squirmed nicely.
When I let her go she shot me a murderous glare and fled to a ladies room. She had to, because her hair and clothes were in disarray from all her struggling.
But alleging me to tickle her at will was only the first part of the agreement. Next day we began to fulfill the other one - the one that would bring me cash.
According to the wishes of our clients we arrived to the given address next day at five. It turned out to be a small, discreet BDSM studio. Stunned Mary, still not quite believing what was happening, was taken away by a nice, middle aged female assistant and I went to meet “Rob and Bob” - our clients. They looked like a pair of businessmen and the negotiations were also businesslike.
- Ok, so you have an hour of ticking. Obligatory ten minutes break after half an hour when the clock stops. I am present and can pause the tickling for up to five minutes, then the clock also stops. She has no safeword. If you want to transfer her to another bondage device the clock stops. You are allowed to blow raspberries and kiss her belly and neck, tickle her nipples with a feather and kiss, lick and suck her feet and toes. You can record the session but only for private use.
- Fine - said Rob. - we need no more. Here is your five hundred bucks from me and same from my partner. I think they are ready with her now. They both donned masks of aliens and we went to the torture chamber they hired. Mary was already there, immobilized in the stocks. Her feet were raised pretty high with big toes tied to the hook at the top of the stocks. The position made her skirt fall up, baring her whole legs and displaying her panties and the edge of her butt beautifully. Her arms were tied in V shape above her head and in the short sleeves off her blouse we could see her outstretched armpits. The blouse was unbuttoned and her big, braless breasts were clearly visible. They were, of course, a bit sagging, but still great to watch. She jerked and yelped at the sight of “aliens”, looking at them with panicked eyes. Then she blushed, realizing how much she was showing. She started to squirm, trying in vain to cover her goodies.
I sat on the chair in the corner to watch. The guys wasted no time. Quickly set up the camera and positioned themselves at Mary’s feet and behind her. Then I ticked on the timer.
Rob picked up the brush and started scrubbing the bare sole. Meanwhile Bob attacked Mary’s defenseless armpits.
She reacted beautifully. A piercing shriek, then a steady flow of hysterical, low pitched laughter. She buckled like a madwoman,but the staff from the BDSM studio knew their job very well. She wasn’t going anywhere and had to endure whatever the guys had in store for her. Every possible scrap of breath she used for begging them to stop and yelling to me for help. But she got not much breath to spare. The guys were absolutely ruthless. Among Mary’s hysterical mirth I heard the swish of the bristles on her soles, going in various directions, leaving no spot unmolested. The guy at the armpits also showed her no mercy, pressing with all ten fingers at her vulnerable underarms. He changed pace and went from pressing to scratching, to drilling, and back, but always within this few square centimeters of highly sensitive skin. Mary was going ballistic, but they didn’t give her a break even for a few seconds forcing her to more and more guwaffs of hilarity. She was almost unable to beg, managing only “Pleheheheheseee!” almost not understandable among the desperate laughter. Soon she didn’t have enough breath even for that. She tried to lean forward as to escape the armpit tickling and reach her tortured soles and laughed her head off, writhing in a ticklish agony. That move only stretched the skin of her armpits making it even more vulnerable.
I spent a minute or so just looking at her tits. Countless times I stared down her blouse, but seeing them in a bra wasn’t the same as here, shaking and bouncing all over the place, her nipples big and brown, begging to be sucked, licked and tickled with feather.
Mesmerized by all this I missed the signs of her being out of breath. The guys simply didn't care torturing her non stop. Only when she was on the verge of fainting I came out of stupor and commanded “Stop!”.
They did. She sagged, still giggling and gasping for breath. I waited till her breath calmed down, then signalled to go. The wail of desperate laughter announced the resuming of the ruthless torture. Breathless begging fell on deaf ears. She had to give the guys what they paid for - a pure ticklish agony.
For ten minutes they kept her hysterical like that, giving her only tiny breaks for sucking some oxygen. Then they gave her five minutes break out of their own time. It wasn't for mercy. It was to give her strength for more laughter.
Then they switched places and gave her the same treatment as before, but there came a blindfold. Another five minutes break and there was time for feathers. It supposed to be more sensual tickling but Mary proved to be feather sensitive at least on her armpits and soles, so it was some heavy laughter for her as well.
They were half way through. Next they decided for something kinkierr. Two feathers went to her nipples. Mary stiffened, excuse me the pun, as much as her nipples, protested and started giggling and moaning. Bob was operating those stiff feathers with mastery, teasing and stimulating those two buttons. Meanwhile Rob kneeled by her feet and started sucking her toes. Mary gasped and started moaning and pleading weakly “Please, don’t do that to me!”. She was moaning louder and louder, breathing faster and gasping ”Please, no”. However, the pair kept their work and after a few minutes Mary cried softly and shuddered. A mere second after that Bob dropped the feathers and attacked her armpits wickedly, while Rob finger tickled the vulnerable soles. Of course she had to laugh under such an assault.
They gave her a few minutes of intensive tickling forcing her into hysterical laughter and barely coherent pleads for mercy. Then they started checking other spots.
Counting her ribs produced heartily laugh, blowing raspberries into her bellybutton resulted in some piercing shrieks.
Even when the blindfold was applied the guys didn’t remove their alien masks. They also roleplayed the “alien scientific experiment” scenario, talking to each other like “Officer X, test the sensitivity of the subject to the stimulation of ribs 1 to 7”
After a while they both descended to the previously neglected area of her defenseless legs. A few startled yelps and jerks indicated that the guys allowed themselves a few pinches to the buttock or maybe a quick crotch grab through the panties. I decided to let it go. Almost immediately they resumed their primary activity - the tickling.
They started with kneecaps. Ok, but nothing spectacular. But the soft insides of her knees… those were really good. More hysterical laughter and begging, easily comparable with the reaction for armpit tickling. Then Bob and Rob attacked Mary’s soft, round thighs. First they tried rapid squeezing technique then raking fingers over the skin of the inner thighs, both resulting in raspy, low pitched laugh. Clearly that area was sensitive not only in ticklish meaning.
More moaning and gasping came, when they attacked her groins, just above the panty line. Rob noticed at once. Still staying in the role he said “Officer Y, proceed with nipples stimulation!”. Bob again grabbed the feathers to use it on Mary’s boobs, while Rob was still tickling her groins and thighs, sometimes stroking her pussy through the panties.
Sweet torture of both tickling and sexual stimulation lasted to ten minutes to the end of time.
For three minutes she was allowed to rest, gasping for breath and quivering like a jelly. Then she was ballgagged and the guys produced the final tickle tools - two whizzing electric toothbrushes. Mary was really tired but the whirling bristles on her soles revived her just fine. She laughed as loud and writhed as lively as in the first five minutes and again I had to rescue her from suffocating by stopping for one minute. They tried her three worst spots - feet, armpits and behind her knees, all with devastating effect.
Finally their time was up. They exclaimed “Experiment terminated”, removed the masks, kissed Mary on her cheek, breasts and feet, packed the camera, shook my hand and left. But I had one more plan, so I left with them in search of someone from the staff. Soon I found the same assistant that took care of Mary in the beginning.
- How can I help you? - she asked with a warm smile.
- Do we have to pack now? - I asked.
- Not at all, the rent was to seven p.m., so you have fifteen more minutes.
That’s what I wanted to know. I walked back and set up my own camera, putting it at the same spot as Bob and rob put their. I pulled on a ski mask, turned the camera on and walked behind Mary. I removed the gag, but instead of freeing her I attacked her defenseless armpits.And again she had no choice, but to laugh that sexy, low laughter of hers, desperately trying to convince her unseen tormentor (that’s me) that she couldn’t stand it anymore. But for next ten minutes I proved her wrong, trying all her weakest spots. When I finished she was truly spent. I packed the camera, thinking how much copies would sell on clipsforsale. Every penny counted in my situation.
When I finally untied her,Mary was really pissed off.
- They were monsters! I thought they would tickle me to death. And I thought I’d die from shame, flashing like a whore. You are really cruel to force me to endure such things…
- I didn’t force you to cheat on Dad… Come on there is a shower down there, you can wash yourself and dress there.
She shot me one more angry glare, grabbed her spare clothes and left. I waited in the waiting room, skimming through my footage. In another twenty minutes she was back, every lock of hair combed, lips painted, fresh blouse and skirt donned, calm and posh as ever. But I remembered her half naked, laughing her head off, begging for mercy and promising every kind of sexual advance to two strangers just to stop tickling her. And I knew it was just the first of many things for her to come.
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Thanks for sharing them here. 
