The School Carnival

Craig had been in town since Wednesday for a trade show conference. With his sister nearby, it was nice to stay with family instead of stuck in an empty hotel room. Maybe a bit of a slightly low-key business trip, but a bonus to pocket the room and meal allowance money and use some to buy his sister groceries.

Friday evening with more time to kill, Craig joined the family to his nephew's school fund-raising carnival. He tried to look interested while walking past booths of used yard sale stuff, ring toss and makeshift roulette wheel.

Things suddenly got interesting when he came across a unique booth called the Tootsie Tease Dart Dare.
It wasn't so much the wall of colored balloons or line of uncoordinated men throwing darts to try and pop them that caught his attention. Next to a female teacher serving as the game attendant, was a solid wooden stock with two holes and a pair of feet sticking through them, cuffed at the ankles, with toes wiggling and soles flexing. To the left of the stocks were two clocks and a small chalk board. On the chalk board was written, "Mrs. Winthrop - Social Studies".

One clock was at zero. The other was counting down with what said 4 minutes remaining. Behind the stock sat the owner of the waiting feet; Mrs. Winthrop - a taller woman in her mid-40s. She taunted the men as each dart hit everything but a balloon. "Come on guys! I'm getting bored here!"

After another unsuccessful attempt, the pretty attendant yelled, "Step right up! Tease these tootsies!", and she ran her fingers up one of the exposed soles.
"Hey!", laughed Mrs Cook sitting on the other side, "No fair!"

An awkward looking teen aged boy stepped up next and handed five dollars to the clerk. She handed him a dart.
"Give it your best shot Mr. Dawes!", the woman in the chair taunted the boy. "Try to make it better than yesterday's exam."
The boy looked annoyed at the smack talk. Tossing the dart, it weakly drooped but caught a bottom row yellow balloon and popped it.
"Finally! A winner!", shouted the attendant as she retrieved a small rolled slip of paper that was hidden inside the balloon. She opened and read, "Uh oh! 60 seconds for Mrs. Winthrop's feet!"

While two other helpers set the timer, the student chose a bristly tooth brush from a box of tools perched in front of the stock. He tapped it on top of the stock for Mrs. Winhtrop to see.
Next, the attendant shouted, "Okay, three...two...one...GO!"

While the timer started counting down, the boy delighted in scrubbing and tormenting the trapped soles that were desperately trying to pull away. On the other side, Mrs. Winthrop shrieked and squealed with laughter as she squirmed and bucked, unable to stop the torment. Craig found this game to be amazing and not at all anything like he expected to see at a school event.

When the timer sounded, the clerk had to pull the boy away from the helpless soles.
"Okay! Thank you for playing!", she escorted him away and shouted, "Next up!". And the line continued to throw darts, paying money but coming up empty.

"This is pretty wild but may be the best idea ever!", Craig overheard one woman say to another. "Yeah!", came an answer, "But we're still running short of our goal. The other booths don't seem to be doing so well. We're going to need a couple thousand dollars more to send all students to camp this year."
"Well..." continued the first woman, "as much as I hate being tickled, I'll help out after your turn, if you need me to."

Craig tried to catch a glance at who was talking, but his attention shifted when the 2nd timer chimed and Mrs. Winthrop was released from the stocks.

"Okay folks!", the clerk announced, "Now we have a special guest, Miss Dupont, our event organizer is up next! Try your hand at making her laugh!"

"Wish me luck!" he heard the voice behind him say as the click of high heels hurried to the chair.
"Good luck!", he turned to see a pretty and petite blond woman shout. Then Miss Dupont came into view. She was leggy in a short black skirt and heels with a light blue sweater and white blouse, the school colors.

"Okay...I think I'm ready!", and she carefully stepped out of her shoes, sat down and propped her feet in stocks, exposing her soles in amazing sheer black hose. Perfectly reinforced at her toes. This definitely grabbed Craig's attention.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen!", the clerk gently closed the stocks while two attendants buckled straps, securing her arms. Another attendant wrote "Miss DuPont" on the chalkboard, putting a heart over the "i" and making a flower out of the "o", then turned the "time remaining" to 25 minutes.

"Step right up!", the clerk shouted. "...and try to make Miss Dupont laugh!", and with a sly grin glided a finger up the trapped right foot next to her, causing Miss Dupont to shreak and then giggle in shock. "Oh my God! Maybe I should have taken these nylons off!"

The line immediately swelled with men and women, each paying $5 to have a try at the adorably trapped silky soles. A few younger boys just stared at the pretty trapped feet. Miss Dupont couldn't see much around the tall board, but seemed relieved each time a dart was thrown with no balloon pop. One-by-one, eager men and women walked away without hitting a target.
Craig joined the line and his heart thumped faster as he began to get closer. He was determined, as if the helpless sexy soles were daring him. After all, he was just doing his part to help the fundraiser. The two ladies in front of him were cackling, "If we both win, let's go together and really let her have it!" But neither of their darts came close to landing near the balloons.

Now it was Craig's turn. He handed the clerk a twenty and told her to keep the change "for the kids". She smiled, "Thanks, you're a sweetie!", and then she leaned over and whispered while handing a dart to him,"...aim for the light blue ones. they have the longest times.". Craig appreciated the tip. Having played weekly at the pub, he gauged the dart's weight and the distance, aimed and let it fly with authority. A light blue balloon popped and Miss Dupont's eyes widened as she started to giggle nervously in a mix of anticipation and dread of what was pending.

"A winner!", and finding the little slip to unroll it she shouted, "Woah! Five minutes for Miss Dupont!", and people began to applaud, waiting to watch the fun.
Craig made his way to the stocks and looked over to give Miss Dupont a smile. She smiled back and giggled, "Please!...Be gentle with my feet!"

The crowd was shouting and more than several overweight middle aged men were clamoring to get a look when the countdown began, "Three...Two...One...GO!!"

Craig started lightly on both soles. They were so smooth and warm. Laughter erupted on the other side of the stocks and continued uncontrollably while he increased intensity. This was turning out to be so much more fun than his best Friday night at the pub. He shifted focus with both hands on her left foot because she was wiggling and thrashing, making it hard to deliver the tickling he was now determined to savor. When would he have this chance again?

Looking at the clock he was so glad there were still four minutes to go. He became increasingly unaware of the crowd cheering him on and zero'd in on the tiny sensitive soles and toes under his command. He now furiously tickled her right foot and Miss Dupont almost launched out of the chair, except the straps held her arms. All she could do was throw her head back and laugh helplessly. At the end of three minutes, she was an absolute wreck with tears streaming; still laughing wildly, but also appeared to be accepting, even enjoying the torture.

For the last two minutes, Craig shifted between teasing left and right, arches, heels, toes, even the tops of her sexy feet. The biggest shrieks came when he bent her toes back as far as they would go and aggressively teased along the reinforced silk at the balls of her feet. During this time, she thrashed bug-eyed in silent laughter. Unable to see her tormenter and only able to blindly guess where and when the sensations would strike next.

With relieved mercy, the timer sounded and Miss Dupont gasped and continued to laugh while she caught her breath. Craig looked over, concerned, as she gave him an exhausted smile. She looked amazing.

More people joined the line to try and repeat what just happened. But with each try came another miss. Again, he overheard the petite blond say to another teacher, "Wow! Miss Dupont is such a trouper! She almost single-handedly helped us catch up to our goal but still need about $500. I told her I'd help out if we needed, but I'm really hoping I don't have to go through what she just did. There's no way I could handle that!"

Without hesitation, Craig stepped back in line. He counted twenty people ahead of him, and figured if each paid $5, the school would need another $400. He still had more than that in saving his daily allowance by staying with his sister.

Again, his turn came and the clerk smiled when she saw him. "Uh, oh! Look who's back! The grim tickler! Miss Dupont has had enough of a break, right? Ready to get her again?"

"You bet!", Graig said but tried not to be too creepy. He handed an envelope over and the clerk turned to him with a puzzled look on her face.
"Hopefully this helps complete the goal...worth every penny.", he said.

Surprising him with a hug and planting a kiss, she said. "Oh My God, who are you? You're so generous! You can have as many darts as you want!"

"Wait...what?!", Miss Dupont said from behind.

"Maybe I'll just start with one.", Craig blushed. He aimed, shot and popped another light blue balloon.
The clerk unrolled the slip shouting, "Again a winner and another five minutes for Miss Dupont!!"
The clock showed only six minutes left for Miss Dupont's turn.

"Okay folks that was the final dart for Miss Dupont!"
No one seemed to mind as they crowded around to watch her get tickled out of her mind again, chanting, "Dupont, Dupont, Dupont!!!"

"Oh No! You again?!" she smiled when Craig looked over. "I know you won't be gentle...so do your worst! I'm ready this time!"

"Are you?", Craig teased holding up some tickle tools from the box.

"Three...Two...One...". It turned out she wasn't as ready as she thought. This time, she was still a little silly and sensitive from the last episode and exploded into screams while he lightly scrubbed back and forth across her arches. Then he switched strokes up and down from toes to heels. Miss Dupont was quickly reduced to helpless, endless laughter. The crowd cheered while she thrashed and ultimately surrendered to the torturous tickling. Five minutes never lasted so long for her or went so quickly for Craig.

Finally, the timer signalled it was over, and the crowd cintinued to cheer as her feet were released from the stocks.
She tried to stand and was dizzy, walking over to her shoes. She was hot, sweaty and giggly. Craig felt badly as he watch her tip while trying to step back into her heels. His sister came up next to him.

"Hey...watcha been up to? Not too bad of a carnival, huh? I mean, I know it probably doesn't compare to your usual Friday night.", his sister offered.

"This has been great!", Craig beamed and Miss Dpont began to stumble toward them.

"Oh, there's Miss Dupont. She set this all up so the kids can go to camp. She's really nice!", his sister explained. "Hi Miss Dupont, this is my brother Craig. Excuse me, I have to go get my son out of the ring toss booth.", and she left the two to talk alone.

"Hi, i'm Carol!", she held out her hand and Craig gently reached for it.
"Hi, i'm Craig. I'm really sorry about all the tickling."

"Are you kidding?", she surprised him, "That was wonderful! I wanted to meet the man who was cruel enough to make me laugh harder than I can remember, twice, but also so kind to make sure we met our goal. I heard about your kind donation.", and she also gave him a smooch on the cheek, saying, "Thank you!".

"Do you mind if I balance off you for a sec?", and she steadied her left hand on his arm to pull off her shoe and straighten the seam at her toes before slipping it back on. Then she repeated with her other foot.
"I think you tickled my nylons loose!", she giggled.

"I'm really sorry about that, too...", he started to say before she asked,
"So, do you practice tickling your wife or girlfriend like that?"

"Oh...no.", craig explained, "I'm single."
"Interesting.", she said. "Craig, can I ask a favor?"

"Sure!"

"Would you mind giving me a ride home? My room mate was helping out but she had to go to her night job."
"Would be my pleasure! I'm parked over this way.", he pointed to the rear parking lot.

"Thank you so much. I'm just going to tell the staff so they can lock up."

In the parking lot, Craig was a gentleman and opened her door, watching her properly sit and swing her gorgeous legs in. He closed the door and by the time he got around to the driver's side Carol had a surprise for him. Under the street light he could see her incredible legs and feet resting on the steering wheel.



Once he opened the door she edged over to the driver's seat and stated, "i'll share a secret with you. I have many other spots that are just as ticklish as my feet! A few maybe even more ticklish!"

"Really?!", Craig was aroused at her suggestion, "Many other spots?"

"Why don't we head to my place and you can find them......all!"
She kept her shoeless feet in Craig's lap as a reminder to hurry and he definitely was not going to dissapoint.

Best school carnival ever!

So glad to see you writing again. Hopefully the office tickle series resumes soon.

Great story!

This story reminds me of a hot biology teacher I had in high school who wore nylons alot.

A most enjoyable story.

Top-notch story! I hope to see more from you!

Soooo good! thanks

Loved it!

nice story!!

Superb story!

A continuation after discovering what comes next.

After about 15 minutes of driving, Craig was growing edgy. At each opportunity, he glanced over at Carol's amazing legs and her sexy little feet, still resting comfortably outside of her spikey shoes. A few minutes later, she propped them up on the dashboard in front of her. Her skirt hiked up and Craig instinctively peeked. In the darkness, he could still see her shapely exposed thigh with gorgeous pantie showing through the black silk hose. When were they going to get there his mind kept wondering? His dick pulsed, and the anticipation of reaching Carol's home and what she was going to let him do to her was becoming unbearable.
Distracting his impatient thoughts, Carol sweetly giggled in her own excitement, declaring, "Almost there! Sorry I've taken you pretty far out of town and away from family."
"Not at all." Craig reassured while trying not to hyperventilate, "It's absolutely my pleasure." He definitely meant it and she knew exactly how he felt.
He couldn't tell if she sighed or gasped but she eagerly sat up and slid her shoes back on. "See that left up ahead? We want to take that and then it's the house on the left."
She was right, they were far out of town with no other homes except the large farmhouse appearing. Up on a hilly overlook, they could see the whole town once they pulled in the driveway.
"Wow! Beautiful house!" Craig admired as they walked toward the door.
"Thanks, having a room mate helps me with expenses. It needs a little work." Then with a sly naughty tone she turned a light on and chuckled, "It's far enough away so no neighbors will be disturbed!", and then cutely laughed, "Oooo...I just gave myself chills!"
Inside, Craig was now bursting with excitement as she started taking off her sweater. Then she moved to flip a few more light switches and immediately apologized for a dining room table filled with all types of art and school supplies.
"I'm sorry about the mess. We've been spending so much time preparing for tonight's carnival, I haven't had time to put things away." None of it mattered to Craig. He just badly wanted to get his fingers on this beautiful lady.
She continued chatting, "Everyone has been helping. The stocks for our Tootsie Tickle were made by the wood shop teacher. My room mate came up with the idea and the design. It seemed strange at first but surprisingly several teachers agreed to sign up. It ended up the score of the night...so far!" The hint spiked just fueled more excitement for both of them.
Then shifting back she offered, "How 'bout a tour before we...entertain ourselves?" She had to have noticed the bulge in Craig's pants at this point. Figuring he waited this long, Craig was happy she was still game and joined her.
Carol held his hand as she showed the house. Several rooms and one converted for workouts with a treadmill, equipment and yoga mats. She explained her room mate was also a psychology teacher and showed her the benefits of expanding upon her own jogging regimen. It all made sense to Craig when seeing her incredible shape. Her room mate took the top floor while Carol's large bedroom and very sturdy bed were secluded in the back of the first floor. Past the spacious kitchen was a big bathroom. Then they headed to the living room.
"How about some coffee?" she offered. But Craig's heart was beating so fast he felt that would be the last thing he needed.
"I think that would keep me up all weekend, right now.", he joked.
"I know exactly what you mean!", she snickered, "I'm still on a tickling high from earlier! And a little thirsty, too. How about something else?"
"Sure! Thanks," Craig answered, "I'll have whatever you're having." and she quickly rushed to the kitchen, clicking heels returning with a tray of options. Craig decided on a bottle of designer water. Carol poured a large amount of vodka into a glass of ginger ale, and noticed Craig watching as she did.
"Sorry.", she smiled and took a big swig, "My tickle high is mixed with little jitters, too!"
Craig smiled, "No worries.", and thinking aloud said, "Have you ever had a day that started one way..."
Carol interrupted eagerly, and chuckled "...and then turned out completely different and better than you could have ever imagined?" Then she took hold of his arm, reached down and took off her high heels. Then grabbing her drink and taking another gulp, she handed her shoes to Craig, "Can you hold these for me? I'll be right back.", and she pranced to the bathroom. Her calf muscles and slender ankles graced in subtle black sheerness were a site to behold.
"Okay...", Craig stared as she disappeared into the bathroom. Her shoes were small and so light, delicate, and had a sweet sexy aroma of leather and the most amazing scent of caramel sweat. He buried his nose into one but quickly pulled it away when heard the toilet flush. He didn't want to kill the mood by having her think he was a nut job sniffing her shoes. Not something he normally would do, he just couldn't help himself. It struck him as funny because here he was dying to tickle every inch of this woman until she was insane. He'd have a tough time explaining that to his sister, or his niece and nephew. Good old weird Uncle Craig.
She emerged from the bathroom and plopped right on the sofa. Her blouse was slightly open and untucked from her skirt. She propped her feet up onto the coffee table. Craig continued to stare, still holding her fragrant high heels and fighting to keep his jaw from dropping.
Carol giggled, "Just had to make sure the fun won't be interrupted by a bio-break!". Then, wiggling her toes and flexing her soles, she commanded, "Why don't you put those down and join me over here, please."
Although he wanted to just toss them and lunge at her, Craig made an effort to gently set them by the door but teased, "I'll put these far away since you won't be needing them any more tonight." This made Carol laugh, "Oh, ho, mister! After earlier, I know your deal! You 're sweet but we've found out you also have a naughty little streak, too. What do you have in store for me?".
Walking over, Craig grabbed a pillow from the nearest chair. He scooped up the back of her shapely calves and slid the pillow under her feet.
"See? Wasn't that nice?" he asked.
"Very nice!" Carol was chuckling suspiciously.
"Very nice indeed...", he repeated, "...for...ME!", as he straddled her legs in a flash and sat on her shins, pinning her two feet on the table under his weight while he faced her. Reaching behind, just a quick grab of her soft warm soles made her jump and shriek. His scrabbling fingers on her trapped feet had her burst with laughter as she tried to escape and reach forward. The incline from the pillow had her tipping back. With the non-stop teasing, and the vodka kicking in, it was near impossible for her to do anything but struggle and howl. He loved watching every minute of her reactions and the sweet look on her face as she became silly under his will.
"Oh, no!", he teased, "Sorry, this is probably being naughty. Isn't it? I mean you seem to be laughing, no? How naughty can this really be, hmmm?"
"Verrry!", she cackled between endless squeals and flailing arms.
But Craig kept his relentless tickle assault going on her poor, helpless, stockinged feet. "Should I stop?", but she didn't, or couldn't, answer. "I'm not hearing a no. Must mean you really are enjoying this! I know I certainly am enjoying myself, too. I'll just keep going!"
Carol was flopping around in delirium and managed to find a sliver of willpower to finally blurt out a "P...PLEEHEEHEEHEEZ!"
"Please?", he was merciless, "Please? Please keep going? Okay, anything for you!", and he twisted to get a good look at her adorably, trapped tootsies struggling under his fingers. Then her grabbed her toes, remembering the response from earlier.
"AHH!", she thrashed and shrieked in a fit of giggles while the willpower she summoned was obliterated by the delicious teasing on her toes and devastatingly sensitive balls of her feet. Being able to see her helpless feet again while he delivered mind blowing torment almost made him want to continue all night. But he became afraid he might be hurting those sexy legs with all his weight and didn't want to ruin such an amazingly fun night. So, he decided to give her a break and hopped off her legs. Turning back to face her, he actually wished he had given her knees and shapely thighs some attention. When would he ever get a chance like this again.
He was concerned he may have taken it too far when he saw she was laying on her side, gasping and panting with eyes shut tight. But surprisingly, and thankfully, it also looked like she had an enormous smile.
"Are you okay?" he checked. Her eyes blinked, and were filled with tears as her limp arms moved to wipe them. Still smiling and now giggling, she shocked Craig with, "Woooooo! Why'd ya stop!"
"You really were enjoying that...weren't you? Just like earlier tonight, right?", he teased in amazement. His desire to keep things going took over. "Tell you what. You said you're ticklish in many other places. Well, why don't you give me a hint and we can give your little feet a break, for now."
She didn't answer and shut her eyes again while wrapping her arms around her belly and ribs.
"Oh...a tummy tickle?", he moved toward the couch to get closer to her hips and ribs, "Is that another good spot..."
But before he could move in, legs and hose and skirt and blouse became a flash before his eyes and she was suddenly off the couch and racing for the bedroom. The only problem was when she turned the corner, the slippery nylon betrayed her. With no traction, her feet skidded and she went down but landed on the hallway rug. Right behind her Craig knelt down to check that she was alright. He was relieved again to find her doubled over and cracking up. This gorgeous woman was amazing!
And so he grabbed the nearest piggies he found to give them a thorough once, or ten-times, over. This was met by roaring and more squiggling as Carol wiggled away and was back up, heading for the bedroom, laughing like a little girl.
By the time Craig got up and reached the bedroom, Carol had already flopped on the bed. There she lay, with one arm reaching above her head, holding onto the headboard. Her free hand sweetly undid a few of the untucked blouse buttons at her waistband. Craig stared with excitement as her tight tummy and belly button came into view. The skirt riding up to show sheer black hose caressing her incredible waist, disappearing into her skirt and cascading down to those incredible legs to her ticklish little feet and toes.
Her eyes met his, "Well...I didn't think you were you gonna leave me in suspense, again? What are you waiting for? So many tickle spots...waiting to be found!" she sang playfully.
Desperate to jump her, and seeing her slender frame stretched out, Craig had a brilliant idea. "How about some fun using all the supplies you have out?"
It took Carol a moment to catch on, but once she understood, her face lit up and her heart began to pound in excitement. "Oh, hohoho...My God, YES! Use anything you'd like!" she chuckled as the sound of Craig quickly rummaging through all from the other room made the anticipation for what was about to come practically unbearable. He was overjoyed she was so agreeable.
"YooHoo!" she shouted so Craig could hear her in the other room, "What's taking so long in..." but she stopped shouting, interrupted by Craig appearing in the doorway with an armload of goodies, causing her to giggle with curiosity and nervously when seeing the haul, "...there. Oh God! Show me what you found!" sitting up on the bed.
Craig grinned and sat on the edge next to her. "Well....I found these." he held up a pack of white tube socks with stripes that matched the school colors.
"Oh, those are from a fundraiser last year. And what are you planning to do with those?"
"I thought I'd use these socks to protect you from these." he blushed and his grinned widened while holding up some jump ropes.
Carol laughed, "Oh!...those were a fun prize for last spring's fitness day. Huh! Looks like you're planning to use those as a fun prize, too! Not just a naughty streak, you seem to have a real kinky steak, too!"
Now Craig's blush turned beet red as he stammered in embarrassment and tripped over his thoughts, "Uh...well...I...um...you've got great fitness, too."
Carol smiled and now it was her turn to blush a little from the compliment, plopping back down on the bed to his delight and willingly stretched both arms up to the headboard. "It's okay, I like a little kinkiness. I only hope I'm fit enough to handle what's coming."
Craig wasted no time. He carefully wrapped a sock around each delicate but strong wrist. Then he looped a jump rope several times around each wrist and tied them to each bedpost. Her immobile, outstretched arms revealed the shape of ample breasts and through her blouse and bra, he couldn't miss her glorious nipples were firmly erect at attention. His dick was matchingly rock hard and he couldn't resist the shape of her jaw and the graceful cleavage and neck available from her open blouse.
Taking a moment away from staring at her beauty, he had an idea to check just before he got right to work. "Should we plan a safe word to use, just in case the intensity is too much?" She appreciated his thoughtfulness. "Umm...okay", she thought, "...how about, CUT! Like making a movie. It's simple to remember, and only one syllable." It was brilliant and agreeable to both.
Remembering his sister's hysterical reaction every time her husband gave her shoulders a playful rub, he climbed over Carol to look directly into her eyes. Pretending he was just carefully fixing her hair, his hands made their way just below her earrings and he began teasing her soft vulnerable skin with his fingertips. The reaction was priceless as she desperately tried to shrug her shoulders and jerked her head left and right.
"No...No...No, NO, NO, NOHOHOHOOHOO!! OH GOD, PLEEHEEHEEHEEZ NOT THERE!!" her eyes bulged as she laughed and begged while Craig's fingers devilishly probed relentlessly while feigning innocence.
"What's wrong? Not here? You don't want me...to...touch...right...here? Is that what you mean?" Craig teased with digits torturously dancing and poking along the smoothness. "Is this really ticklish...right...here?" His tormenting words were driving her mad and consumed in panicked tickle stimulation and wild uncontrollable reactions.
"Are you gonna use the safe word? Come onnnn. Let me hear the safe word." he taunted while she struggled helplessly before finally wheezing out in fit of laughs a weak, "wait".
"Wait?" he stopped for a quick second, "I'm pretty sure 'Wait' isn't the safe word."
"PLEASE!!" she spouted and he stopped his fingers.
"Uh...nope. That's not it either."
The brief rest was so merciful, but fleeting as he hadn't removed his hands and began sliding all ten fingers along both sides from her collarbone and up to her ears. Carol erupted again as his light touch fiendishly turned into wicked torture and probing fingers sent her over the hysterical edge. Craig was in heaven from the power he felt he had over this new found weakness. But he still continued to tease with, "I know. How about the safe word. You know this gorgeous body is begging you to say it. Just say the magic little word."
She screamed harder each time his fingertips made contact and she was bucking like wild. He knew he had her and she was just about to crack, but was stunned when she shrieked, "NOHOHOHOOOHOOO! I WON'T"

Marveling at her resolve, and after a few seconds longer, he realized one of them could get hurt from the violence demonstrated by her thrashing legs. He stopped and pulled his fingers away. Relieved, she let her legs rest on the mattress while she recovered from the assault, coughing and laughing with her arms still securely pinned. "HA! HA! I WON!" she sassed.
Hopping off the bed, he retrieved more socks and jump ropes from the stash and secured her right ankle to the foot of the bed. "We'll see." He warned and repeated with her left ankle, she was petite and shorter than the mattress but was now beautifully secured and spread wide across it.
"Is that too tight?" was his first concern but he couldn't help himself with her sexy defenseless left foot and toes peeking at him. Before she could answer, all ten fingers went to work again, easily tickling the silky sheer sleek arch and heel. Carol exploded in helpless laughter again. Getting lost in her sweet squeals, he could do this all night. There was little to no bucking or struggling as the makeshift binds successfully held her tight.
He stopped to hear her response which was a little unexpected and amazing with no sign of protest.
"Still didn't make me use the safe word!" she stated with pride.
"Wow! Your able to handle being tickled so well!" and he moved to her right foot, letting his fingers play on her trapped sole. "You must have a lot of practice?"
Her head rolled back and forth while she was writhing in giggles, "No!" she confessed, "I've...Hahahaaa...never done anything like thisssss...ever before...Hahahahaaaaaa!"

Craig stopped in awe. "You've never been tickled like this before? Or tied up and tickled like this before?"
Lifting her head she said, "No, neither...tied or even tickled! Sometimes, I have difficulty just putting on pantyhose. I followed the advice my room mate gave me before it was my turn to get into the stocks at the carnival. She told me, whatever I do, don't struggle, don't beg for mercy or try to fight it. Just sit back, accept what happens and realize I have no control. Just let the laughs out and it will be so much easier. And she was so right!" She stopped short of telling Craig how she was actually enjoying the maddening but equally thrilling uncontrollable sensations, the utter helplessness, the amazing endorphin rush, but especially the sexual stimulation. This whole night was such a surprise for her.

"This is a pretty sleepy town. Usually boring, Nothing like this." she exhaled as she was catching her breath.
This was Craig's cue that enough of a break had passed as he started to climb onto the bed. His hands tickled the untucked shirt tails away from her bare belly button and ribs to her shock.
"You mean nothing like this?" his devilish fingers began kneading the tight, shapely jackpot of her waist above her exposed hip bones. Carol sprung in a shocked scream and would have launched off the bed if the binds weren't holding her down.
"OH...G...G...GOD...HAHAHAHAAAHAAAAA...NOOOO...HOHOHOOHOOO...P...PULEEEHEEHEEHEEZ...NOOO!!!!" This was unlike anything she could have imagined and desperately tried to twist her body away from the maniacal squeezing. It had no effect on Craig's assault. He was determined to win this time. So helpless, she wiggled and struggled in vain against the intense stimulation that was shattering her sanity.
Craig's dick throbbed again and being this close to her crotch, he began to smell an amazing scent coming from the hose at her panties, passing right through he skirt which was starting to show a wet spot. He knew her body was turned on from this torture. Her mind was white hot and Craig was shredding her reality with his merciless reminder, "That's it! Don't try to fight it! Cootchie...Cootchie...Cootchie!! Let those laughs out...orrr...you could just say the SAFE WORD!"
Carol had no chance. Minutes later, her sweet little body and brain were spent in silly exhaustion and just couldn't muster any more fight.
"C...C...CUT!" she grunted out and slumped immediately once Craig stopped. He was afraid he may have actually caused her to blow a fuse. He deeply regretted not stopping sooner and addressing the wet spot that was probably more than ripe. He wasn't sure if this first date may turn out to be his only one. Now her eyes were shut tight while she panted and coughed. He moved to the side of the bed and untied her right wrist. Her noodly arm reached to wipe her eyes.
That's when her cell phone rang. Craig dropped all to find it and bring it to her. Back in the bedroom, Carol was hot and sweaty but smiling as she took the phone. It was her room mate and she spoke softly as her voice was a little hoarse from all the screaming. She was right. No neighbors were around to be curious. Craig had checked around the house to be sure no one outside heard them. He returned to the bedroom just as Carol was hanging up, her arm dropped and rested on the bed.
"That was Danielle." she explained, "She's getting ready to close and should be home in about an hour." Dropping the phone, she did something that puzzled Craig. He watched her hand move to finish unbuttoning her blouse and peel it open. Then she stretched her hand back up to the headboard, exposing her creamy skin and curves and the delicate, sexy bra embracing all. Her smiling eyes blinked at Craig. "What do ya think we should do for the next 45 minutes or so?" with her free hand waiving, delivering more than a subtle hint to re-secure it. His mind was blown that she would even be able to suggest continuing, but her smile and wiggling toes were practically daring him.
"Woah, ho! And I thought I was the kinky one!" he said jumping into action and quickly pinned her again. "What other toys did you find?" she giggled while he finished tying.
"Well...I found these!" he turned, holding a variety of little paint brushes the students had used for making posters. He couldn't miss her pointed nipples shooting through her bra as he climbed over her. With a brush in each hand he danced soft bristly squiggles at the sensitive hollows of her armpits. Sweet laughter spilled from her tired body while he continued non-stop for a few minutes. Wanting to deliver his own form of delicious suffering, he set them down and let his fingers do the playing. This ramped her squeals to a new level.

"Safe word?" he checked.
"NOO...HOHHOHOHOO!!" she defiantly refused. So he moved his head to her belly while reaching to let his fingers resume their relentless dismantling. It was becoming a mission to hear her break again and he buried the playful tip of his tongue into her belly button. Swirling around the warm little crater and licking along the perimeter ridges combined with the overwhelming teasing at her trapped armpits started the cycle of hysteria all over again. Carol screamed with laughter while her body thrashed, desperately trying to push his head away but Craig wouldn't be stopped...unless she used the safe word.

As exhausted as she was and despite all the bucking, twisting, and teary eyes, she still proved able to withstand any tickling he dished out. Until...Craig removed his hands from her armpits. With a shriek of dread, Carol felt his fingers move back to her crippling hip bones while her frayed nerves were trying to process the tingling of his tongue still swirling around. Then he launched an assault on her hips she earlier wasn't able to withstand. This time, it would have almost been an even shorter struggle except this tickling was so intense and she was so spent, she wasn't able to get the safe word out.
About ten minutes in, Craig could sense he had sent her over the edge and offered help. Pulling his tongue he asked, "Are you trying to say the safe word?"
Frantic and witless, her head rocked back and forth. He instantly stopped and she slumped into a stretched lump of giggling silliness. She lay laughing for a long 5 minutes. Craig let her catch her breath before stating, "Still about 20 minutes left."
Carol amazingly tilted her head toward him and giggled, "Yeah? What else ya got?"
Holding up a hair brush he explained, "I could do neck or hips, since we know how those are. But maybe we could finish where we started tonight." And he move to the end of the bed, sitting next to her right foot. He thoroughly admired her perfect little toes and soles which the sheer silky nylons made ridiculously more ticklish. Brandishing the brush, he grabbed hold of her foot and began scrubbing across her sensitive arch. Another beautiful eruption of endless laughs and failed struggles while the little flexing nubby bristles delivered kisses of crazed stimulation. Moving from right to left foot released involuntary spasms and delirious reaction. It was an amazing finale!

Craig gently released the ropes and Carol rolled up into a ball, laying on her side. While she gasped, still giggling for a long while, Craig put everything back where he found it. Carol stumbled from the bedroom and met him. Silly, happy, dizzy, and a little wobbly, he held her from falling. Even through her smudged mascara, she was still stunningly beautiful. Her tossed hair, rosey face, and petite frame standing on stockinged tip-toes in an open blouse and wrinkled skirt were incredible. She gave Craig a heart-stopping kiss.
His phone buzzed to break their moment. It had a text from his sister. "You okay? We're turning in. Kids asleep."

"I'm so sorry! I've kept you from your family! Oh My God, I'm really not the type of person that..." But Craig interrupted her with a hug, "Tonight was amazing! I've never done anything like this either but I wouldn't trade it for anything! Trust me, my sister would totally understand, but I'm going to keep our little fun between us." He was respectful of her reputation in the community and also hoped he'd get another chance to see her again. They shared another long kiss before Craig headed for his sister's house.

Carol was exhausted. It felt better than any run or workout she'd been through and she hopped in for a welcome shower. While she did, the urge for sexual release was overwhelming from all the pent up teasing and arousal of being tickled all night. Mind shattering orgasm came with breathtaking ease while she pleasured herself and practically fell over. She was light-headed, giddy, wonderfully loose and so incredibly satisfied while toweling off. Slipping into PJ's she instantly crashed in bed. Danielle arrived home and didn't want to wake her, she looked so peaceful.

The next morning, they were catching up. "You look happy this morning! So, that was a successful carnival, huh?" Danielle asked.
"Amazing!" Carol gushed.

"The tickle booth turned out to be a big hit! I wish I could have stayed to check in with you. We ended up having a late one at the restaurant. There were quite a few people talking about it."

"Wow! Yes! Without it, we would never have hit our fundraising goal. I have to admit, I had my doubts at first, but it was such a great idea you had!"

"It looked like you really were enjoying your turn with it, too!" Danielle pressed, "So, who was that guy that seemed to have your number? I don't think I've ever seen you laugh like that!"

"Yeah, I've never experienced anything like that before. But you were so right. It made it easier when you don't fight it and just let the laughs out!"

"Mmm, Hmm. Well..." Danielle's psychology background kicked, "that was just a suggestion. I think there may have been a little bit of deep seeded, raw, un-explainable pleasure discovered, no?"

Carol blushed, "Okay, doctor!...I don't know! Yes...maybe deep down, I was surprised that I loved every minute of it. I don't want people to think I'm some kind of weirdo!"

"Not at all! It's not shameful and you absolutely don't need to feel guilty. A little fetish is perfectly normal and so good to explore and satisfy cravings every once in a while. I promise, I'll never tell anyone about your little secret. It'll just be between us."

Carol was relieved and hugged her "Thank you so much! You're really good as a therapist! I can see why you like psychology."

Danille smiled sweetly and warmly, looking deep into her eyes, "Now for my next question, what should we do with the Tootsie...Tic-kle...stocks? As head of the decorating committee, we're very limited for space and don't have a spot for it. Mr. Owens can't fit it around the machinery in wood shop class. I'm guessing it may come in handy for future...Tic-kle...fund raisers and we don't wan't anything to happen to it." She spoke slowly and deliberately and was careful to watch Carol's reaction each time she intentionally drawled out the word Tickle. And like a Pavlov dog, Carol's eyes widened with devious glee each time it was said.

"Oh...well...I'll...have to give it some thought." but within seconds blurted "Hey! Well, I mean maybe to help all the students out...what do ya think about...we could...store it...here? Somewhere here...I mean?" she was becoming adorably flustered and proving Danielle's assessment was spot on.

"Sure! Why not here, right?" Danielle agreed which practically made Carol's heart leap.

"Really?! You don't mind?" She was so innocent of the fact, and had no idea, that Danielle was really playing with her mind and had little secret fetishes of her own. She never suspected or realized the real reason why Danielle suggested to construct the stocks to begin with.

"Not at all, sweetie! You have such a big house with lot's of room. I'm just so grateful to be able to share it with you. How about the workout room? There's plenty of space in there and I bet it could even come in handy and help become a great workout tool, too!" she now had Carol in the palm of her hand.

"Great idea!" came another appreciative hug.

"Now..." Danielle continued as if she was being thoughtful, "How should we get it here? I think it may be too big for both of us to handle."

Carol didn't hesitate, "Hey! I think I know someone who would love to help! Oh, except...I hope he's still in town. I didn't get to give him my number." she was suddenly saddened after being so caught up in all the fun from last night. She had the time of her life with Craig but forgot to exchange contact info. Now she desperately wanted to see him again. Then a lightning bolt, "I know, I have his sister's number!"

"That's great! You should try to get a hold of him right now!" Danielle was now pushing all the right buttons and tried so hard not to sound evil. She could barely contain her scheming mind, but Carol didn't notice in her new excitement as she raced to the bedroom to find her cell phone.

"It's so nice when everyone's happy and gets their wish." the voice in her head giggled while she sat back down to breakfast. Lifting the fork, she could just imagine it torturously teasing along Carol's helpless little bare soles.

love it! hope to see more stories soon!

So glad to see you writing again!

Nice. Open for a part 3. That was a awesome part 2.

Great story! Eager for the next installment.

Wow KEEP GOING!!

Amazing story

Hope there is a part 3 to continue Carol’s new enjoyment!