TKL_M28_LI_NY
2nd Level Red Feather
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I'm with this great girl. She works so hard and so many hours that a lot of things fall by the wayside sometime, like auto-maintenance.
It's not her fault - I have to MAKE her sleep sometimes - it's not that hard, I have her sit down, point to a bird outside, tell her "wait for it," and a moment later she's OUT. But, unfortunately, certain things get away from her. She told me something one time that horrified me, but that later.
She let me do anything. ANYTHING. So, one day she stripped herself completely naked for me, laid down on the bed, and let me tie her up. This was nothing new for her, at least with me, and laid down happily. I strapped her wrists in these very comfortable shackles I bought, tied her wrists to the corners, but she was confused when I did NOT strap in her ankles. Instead I went to my bag of goodies and took out an item I had just added.
My brother sent me this pen, since I'm an author, for my birthday. It was metal, thick, and had a hard pointed end so it could double as a weapon like a kobatan. I couldn't put the thing in my pocket as I'd poke myself every time I sat down. It would make an excellent close quarter weapon, but I had other plans for it.
I took out the pen, which she recognized as such at once, but looked confused, having no idea what I was about to do. She knew I was really into tickling, both giving and receiving, but I didn't do it every time, so she never knew when I'd strike. I ran my thumb over the pointed end, making her realize I was going to touch her body with it, but it wasn't until I laid on top of her legs, pinning them in place, that she figured out what was going to happen.
Now I'm not a foot guy, but exploring her body I knew that was her most vulnerable spot by far. Although she was on her feet a lot she always wore socks and comfortable shoes, so her soles were always in good condition. I prefer the armpit - when it's the most sensitive spot I'm a very happy man, but I have to take what I can get.
"Oh NO."
I smiled, grabbed her toes, and held her still, then paused, letting the tension build for a minute. When the point touched her sole right under the big toe joint she screamed and jerked. I put more weight on her leg, especially her knee, and held her foot tighter.
I then stroked gently up and down, she screamed again then began laughing hard. Sometimes she'd scream "ow" as she pushed her foot against the point but I held it pretty good and kept her laughing through it.
I went up and down, side to side, figure 8s, under the toes, over the toes - the toes only got a "hmm hmm hmm" out of her, so back to the soles I went. I went faster and faster, like a mad scientist, trying to find precisely what location, speed, pressure, and pattern would make her laugh the loudest. She tugged her arms, twisted her feet, tried to jerk her legs away, but I stroked, scratched, switched feet, and later added my other hand, grabbing her other foot with it and scratching sideways with my nails.
She screamed out, "You're tickling me!"
"That's the point."
"Haaaahahahahahaaa!"
I looked back and saw this wide-eyed opened mouthed smile as she laughed. And after ten minutes, even though she hadn't used the safe-word, (she never once has, for anything), I decided it was ALMOST time to bring this to an end. Almost.
"HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAA!"
"You gonna change the fuckin' oil?!"
"YEEEEEEHEHESS!"
"You gonna change it before Saturday?"
"YEEHEHESS PLEEHEEHEESE!"
"You sure?"
"YEHEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!"
"Oh yeah?! Why don't I believe you?!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I went another minute or two, torturing her feet, then I stopped. I grit my teeth, pretending I was angry, and growled, "You'd better change your fuckin' oil, 'cause if you don't then I'm REALLY gonna getcha! 20,000 miles without a change?! You'd better not go over AGAIN!"
"Okay! Okay! ......my GOD I'm wet."
You know what happened after that.
And you know what happened? Yesterday her brakes were shot.
It's not her fault - I have to MAKE her sleep sometimes - it's not that hard, I have her sit down, point to a bird outside, tell her "wait for it," and a moment later she's OUT. But, unfortunately, certain things get away from her. She told me something one time that horrified me, but that later.
She let me do anything. ANYTHING. So, one day she stripped herself completely naked for me, laid down on the bed, and let me tie her up. This was nothing new for her, at least with me, and laid down happily. I strapped her wrists in these very comfortable shackles I bought, tied her wrists to the corners, but she was confused when I did NOT strap in her ankles. Instead I went to my bag of goodies and took out an item I had just added.
My brother sent me this pen, since I'm an author, for my birthday. It was metal, thick, and had a hard pointed end so it could double as a weapon like a kobatan. I couldn't put the thing in my pocket as I'd poke myself every time I sat down. It would make an excellent close quarter weapon, but I had other plans for it.
I took out the pen, which she recognized as such at once, but looked confused, having no idea what I was about to do. She knew I was really into tickling, both giving and receiving, but I didn't do it every time, so she never knew when I'd strike. I ran my thumb over the pointed end, making her realize I was going to touch her body with it, but it wasn't until I laid on top of her legs, pinning them in place, that she figured out what was going to happen.
Now I'm not a foot guy, but exploring her body I knew that was her most vulnerable spot by far. Although she was on her feet a lot she always wore socks and comfortable shoes, so her soles were always in good condition. I prefer the armpit - when it's the most sensitive spot I'm a very happy man, but I have to take what I can get.
"Oh NO."
I smiled, grabbed her toes, and held her still, then paused, letting the tension build for a minute. When the point touched her sole right under the big toe joint she screamed and jerked. I put more weight on her leg, especially her knee, and held her foot tighter.
I then stroked gently up and down, she screamed again then began laughing hard. Sometimes she'd scream "ow" as she pushed her foot against the point but I held it pretty good and kept her laughing through it.
I went up and down, side to side, figure 8s, under the toes, over the toes - the toes only got a "hmm hmm hmm" out of her, so back to the soles I went. I went faster and faster, like a mad scientist, trying to find precisely what location, speed, pressure, and pattern would make her laugh the loudest. She tugged her arms, twisted her feet, tried to jerk her legs away, but I stroked, scratched, switched feet, and later added my other hand, grabbing her other foot with it and scratching sideways with my nails.
She screamed out, "You're tickling me!"
"That's the point."
"Haaaahahahahahaaa!"
I looked back and saw this wide-eyed opened mouthed smile as she laughed. And after ten minutes, even though she hadn't used the safe-word, (she never once has, for anything), I decided it was ALMOST time to bring this to an end. Almost.
"HAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAA!"
"You gonna change the fuckin' oil?!"
"YEEEEEEHEHESS!"
"You gonna change it before Saturday?"
"YEEHEHESS PLEEHEEHEESE!"
"You sure?"
"YEHEHEHES! ANYTHIHIHIHIHING!"
"Oh yeah?! Why don't I believe you?!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I went another minute or two, torturing her feet, then I stopped. I grit my teeth, pretending I was angry, and growled, "You'd better change your fuckin' oil, 'cause if you don't then I'm REALLY gonna getcha! 20,000 miles without a change?! You'd better not go over AGAIN!"
"Okay! Okay! ......my GOD I'm wet."
You know what happened after that.
And you know what happened? Yesterday her brakes were shot.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
