Ticklemang
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First Part can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318038-Girlfriend-Turned-into-Frat-Guy-s-Tickle-Slave-part-1-(M-f)
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The next school week passed without incident; I guess Matt was letting Anna finish her test week and waiting for the weekend. As expected, he texted her on Friday night that she would have to go to his house, and she wasn’t happy about it.
“Anna, why don’t you just go to the cops. He’ll definitely get in trouble for revenge porn threats and probably sexual assault too,” I asked, urging her to stay at our house.
“No because then he’ll just send the video to my parents, and they’ll probably pull me out of college. They were super worried something might happen, plus after seeing that, they’ll never look at me the same way. It’s really not worth it. You don’t get any ideas either. If Matt sends my parents that video, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Part of the text instructed her to go get a pedicure, so she went to the salon in the afternoon to follow his orders. When she came back, she changed into the black dress and heels that she had been told to wear to Matt’s. The black matched well with her dark hair and eyebrows, and contrasted with her porcelain skin even better. The matching heels showed off her newly pedicured feet, which she never exposed. Anna was self conscious of her long toes and pale, slim feet, but I always thought they looked very nice. Apparently, so did Matt.
After getting dressed up, she left for Matt’s place. I sat there wondering what would happen for about thirty minutes until I got a facetime call from Matt. I immediately answered it, but Matt said right away, “Don’t bother saying anything. You’re muted. I just wanted to show you what was going to happen with Anna.”
Intrigued, I watched as he set the phone down. Anna was still in her black dress, but her heels had been removed. She was sitting on Matt’s bed with her legs extended, and he kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed, with her pale feet and pink tinted soles right in front of him. Slowly, he dragged the pad of a finger down her sole, causing Anna to twitch and her long toes to splay. She kept her feet perfectly still as Matt caressed them, commenting on how soft and sexy they were. Eventually, he began to ramp the tickling up, dragging more fingers down her soles, and Anna started giggling. All the while, she kept her feet perfectly still. He then wrapped his fingers around the back of her foot and started drawing little circles around her arches with his thumbs, super gently. Over time, he increased the pressure until Anna was laughing out loud. She clenched her toes to avoid it, but he ordered her to open them back up, and she did.
He then bent her toes back and stroked his fingers all around the long toe stems, causing her to belly laugh and try to pull her feet away. “Remember what happens when you can’t keep them still, Anna…” He cryptically said. Upon hearing this, Anna’s eyes opened wide and she redoubled her effort to keep her feet still. Despite this, no matter how hard she tried, the gentle stroking of her toes was impossible to sit still through. After her jerking away five or six times, Matt announced, “Alright, it looks like it's time to get you all tied up.”
Anna’s face turned red as she protested, obviously scared. “Matt please! Don't tickle my feet while I’m tied up! I won't be able to stand it. You saw how ticklish they are when they are not tied up!”
Ignoring her, Matt went into his closet and pulled out some ropes and a set of portable stocks. As Anna protested, he tied her facedown on the bed, with her arms stretched to either side and her ankles tied together, tethered to a support beam underneath the bed. Matt put a towel under her butt, then locked Anna’s feet in the stocks. He spent some time just rubbing and stroking them as he pleased, sometimes eliciting giggles from Anna.
Without warning, he dragged a single nail in circles on each of her heels. Anna shrieked and tried to pull against her bondage, but she was held fast. She clenched her black-painted toes to try to protect herself, but the wrinkles didn’t make it down to her pink heels, so Matt continued drawing circles uninterrupted.
“Oh god oh god eeeeeheheeeehehehhahahahaha Matt stop!!!”
Switching it up, Matt began raking his nails up her heels over and over, driving Anna into hysterics. She bounced on the bed and tried to pull her legs up, but she could barely move. Holding her toes back with one hand, Matt dragged his fingers up and down her arch, and Anna jolted as if she were electrocuted. Over and over, his diabolical fingers made their way up her arches, and Anna thrashed and screamed in laughter the whole time.
“My God, Anna, these are the sexiest and most ticklish feet I’ve ever seen! We are going to have a lot of fun playing with them tonight.”
“NOHOOOO STAHAHP PLEEAAAASE MAHAHAHT I CAN’T TAHAHAHKE IT!! I CAN’T EVEN MOVE!!”
When he was finished having fun with her arches, Matt pulled out a paintbrush, maybe the same one he used on her pussy earlier, and began stroking her soles with it. She clenched her toes, but he just dragged the brush through the wrinkles on her soles. Shrieking with laughter, Anna continued to thrash, but Matt had no mercy. Every once in a while, he would hold back the toes on one foot and tease them with the brush, making Anna go ballistic. It seemed her toes were her worst spot, and Matt had realized it too. As the brush probed along her toe stems and in the spaces between them, Anna lost her mind. Not knowing what to do, she would sometimes reflexively spread all her toes out, opening up the spaces between them.
I hate to admit it, but watching Matt dance the brush over Anna's feet, especially her toes, driving her wild turned me on more than a little bit. Here was my super conservative girlfriend, extremely confident and assertive, for good reason, being completely dominated, tortured even, by a few bristles on her soles. She couldn’t stand being tickled at all, yet here she was, willingly submitting her worst parts to be worked over by someone she hated. All throughout the ordeal, she was completely helpless. Matt had Anna right where he wanted her: squealing under his fingers.
Apparently Matt was growing tired of the little freedom of movement Anna’s feet had, so he took two toeties and secured her big toes to the stocks. Realizing what had happened, Anna began to panic even more, shouting, “NO MATT! You can’t tie my toes back too! Oh god, I can barely move! Please no more! Nononono NAHAHAAA It’s Terrible! PLEHEHEHASE AHAHAHAAA”
Matt had dropped the brushes and was again tickling her feet with his hands, now unimpeded by the movement of her feet and any blocking by her toes. The movement in her untied toes was almost completely restricted by the new immobilization, so he had almost free reign over her soles, which he took full advantage of. He gently spidered his fingers over her arches, heels, and the balls of her feet for a little, slowly increasing the intensity. I think he enjoyed listening to how her laughter and pleading became more frantic and less intelligible as he increased the speed and pressure on her soles, which were now coloring a deeper pink than usual.
The new bondage allowed him greater access to Anna’s toes, which he gingerly explored using his fingers. They were stuck in place as he scraped his nails up and down the toe stems. Sometimes he would just put a finger on each of her trapped big toes and just scratch the pads over and over. I could tell the repetitive stimulation was driving Anna mad by the way she desperately laughed, begging for a break.
She eventually got one when Matt stopped for a few seconds to pull out a manual toothbrush. She was still catching her breath, not expecting any more tickling when he quickly scraped it across her heel. Anna immediately screamed, “EEEEEEK What is that!” Turning around to look, when she saw the toothbrush, she began protesting even more,” NO MATT! You can’t use that on my feet!”
As he moved it around her soles, barely touching them with the brush, her pleas became more frantic.
“Oh God! No this is too much! Please I can’t stand anymore. You’re just going to drag that brush all over my feet when I can’t even move them! PLEASE MATT! I can’t move! And *gasp* you’re going to use that on my toes too! Don’t do this to me, not like this! PLEASE!”
Without replying, Matt dug the brush into her heels for a few quick strokes, causing Anna to laugh even harder than before. Without missing a beat, he dragged it side to side on her arches, making her scream and beg even louder. Anna turned her head around and I could see tears glistening on her red face as she shrieked her torture. We all knew what was coming as the brush slowly made its way to her toes.
Anna’s frantic begging became more intense as he stopped, holding two of her long, helpless toes apart. Smiling evilly, Matt brushed between her toes, relishing Anna’s resulting freakout. He continued using the brush all over her toes, dragging it over the stems, along the pads, and between them. Slowly, he made his way through every one. By the time he was on the third, I couldn’t even understand what Anna was trying to say. Her begging mixed with frenzied laughter and screaming was just white noise. She couldn’t even talk as he worked her toes over for about 20 minutes. When he stopped, he stood up and walked around to check on her, only to find out that Anna had peed herself.
As she laid there panting, Matt chastised her for peeing on his bed, even though it was onto a towel. “Damnit Anna! You pissed on my bed. I was going to let you go after this, but I think you need some more punishment for that.”
Hearing this, Anna’s eyes shot open and her face lit up with fear as she turned to look at Matt. “NO! PLEASE! *sniffle* i CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! THIS IS TORTURE PLEASE MATT NOT MY FEET ANYMORE! LEAVE MY FEET ALONE! I'M BEGGING YOU I’VE HAD ENOUGH! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?? NO! NOOO!” she continued her frenzied thrashing as Matt walked back down to her feet.
He began tying each of her toes back as she protested and begged to be let go. Matt pulled out a ballpoint pen and went back to work on her toes, seemingly set on coloring them in. No matter how much she cried, laughed, and begged him to stop, he continued coloring her toes in until they were all as black as the nail polish on them. After walking out of the room for a minute, he returned with a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. As he slathered the soapy water onto her feet, Anna continued her begging.
“What is that? Oh My God, you’re going to scrub them clean now! Haven’t you tortured me enough? Please Matt PLEASE! Not my feet! NO NO DON’T”
Her helpless laughter began again as he dragged the scrub brush over her toes again and again. It was large enough so that it could cover multiple toes at a time with its stiff bristles bringing Anna’s torment to a new level of hell. Anna shrieked and begged for several long minutes as Matt brushed her immobilized feet without mercy. When it was finally over, he picked the pen up and began writing on her soles. She laughed and thrashed, but could do nothing as he slowly marked her arches, labeling her as his “TICKLE SLUT”, and ensured he went over each letter multiple times to make them as dark as possible.
When he was finished, he untied Anna, and she stood up, facing the camera. Her hair was a complete mess, going in every direction. Solid red, her face looked like she had just filmed a crazy porno, as it was covered in sweat and dripping mascara. Exhausted, she was escorted to the front of his house in her soaked dress and carrying her heels. As she drove back home, Matt shouted, “See you next week!”
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318038-Girlfriend-Turned-into-Frat-Guy-s-Tickle-Slave-part-1-(M-f)
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The next school week passed without incident; I guess Matt was letting Anna finish her test week and waiting for the weekend. As expected, he texted her on Friday night that she would have to go to his house, and she wasn’t happy about it.
“Anna, why don’t you just go to the cops. He’ll definitely get in trouble for revenge porn threats and probably sexual assault too,” I asked, urging her to stay at our house.
“No because then he’ll just send the video to my parents, and they’ll probably pull me out of college. They were super worried something might happen, plus after seeing that, they’ll never look at me the same way. It’s really not worth it. You don’t get any ideas either. If Matt sends my parents that video, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Part of the text instructed her to go get a pedicure, so she went to the salon in the afternoon to follow his orders. When she came back, she changed into the black dress and heels that she had been told to wear to Matt’s. The black matched well with her dark hair and eyebrows, and contrasted with her porcelain skin even better. The matching heels showed off her newly pedicured feet, which she never exposed. Anna was self conscious of her long toes and pale, slim feet, but I always thought they looked very nice. Apparently, so did Matt.
After getting dressed up, she left for Matt’s place. I sat there wondering what would happen for about thirty minutes until I got a facetime call from Matt. I immediately answered it, but Matt said right away, “Don’t bother saying anything. You’re muted. I just wanted to show you what was going to happen with Anna.”
Intrigued, I watched as he set the phone down. Anna was still in her black dress, but her heels had been removed. She was sitting on Matt’s bed with her legs extended, and he kneeled on the floor at the foot of the bed, with her pale feet and pink tinted soles right in front of him. Slowly, he dragged the pad of a finger down her sole, causing Anna to twitch and her long toes to splay. She kept her feet perfectly still as Matt caressed them, commenting on how soft and sexy they were. Eventually, he began to ramp the tickling up, dragging more fingers down her soles, and Anna started giggling. All the while, she kept her feet perfectly still. He then wrapped his fingers around the back of her foot and started drawing little circles around her arches with his thumbs, super gently. Over time, he increased the pressure until Anna was laughing out loud. She clenched her toes to avoid it, but he ordered her to open them back up, and she did.
He then bent her toes back and stroked his fingers all around the long toe stems, causing her to belly laugh and try to pull her feet away. “Remember what happens when you can’t keep them still, Anna…” He cryptically said. Upon hearing this, Anna’s eyes opened wide and she redoubled her effort to keep her feet still. Despite this, no matter how hard she tried, the gentle stroking of her toes was impossible to sit still through. After her jerking away five or six times, Matt announced, “Alright, it looks like it's time to get you all tied up.”
Anna’s face turned red as she protested, obviously scared. “Matt please! Don't tickle my feet while I’m tied up! I won't be able to stand it. You saw how ticklish they are when they are not tied up!”
Ignoring her, Matt went into his closet and pulled out some ropes and a set of portable stocks. As Anna protested, he tied her facedown on the bed, with her arms stretched to either side and her ankles tied together, tethered to a support beam underneath the bed. Matt put a towel under her butt, then locked Anna’s feet in the stocks. He spent some time just rubbing and stroking them as he pleased, sometimes eliciting giggles from Anna.
Without warning, he dragged a single nail in circles on each of her heels. Anna shrieked and tried to pull against her bondage, but she was held fast. She clenched her black-painted toes to try to protect herself, but the wrinkles didn’t make it down to her pink heels, so Matt continued drawing circles uninterrupted.
“Oh god oh god eeeeeheheeeehehehhahahahaha Matt stop!!!”
Switching it up, Matt began raking his nails up her heels over and over, driving Anna into hysterics. She bounced on the bed and tried to pull her legs up, but she could barely move. Holding her toes back with one hand, Matt dragged his fingers up and down her arch, and Anna jolted as if she were electrocuted. Over and over, his diabolical fingers made their way up her arches, and Anna thrashed and screamed in laughter the whole time.
“My God, Anna, these are the sexiest and most ticklish feet I’ve ever seen! We are going to have a lot of fun playing with them tonight.”
“NOHOOOO STAHAHP PLEEAAAASE MAHAHAHT I CAN’T TAHAHAHKE IT!! I CAN’T EVEN MOVE!!”
When he was finished having fun with her arches, Matt pulled out a paintbrush, maybe the same one he used on her pussy earlier, and began stroking her soles with it. She clenched her toes, but he just dragged the brush through the wrinkles on her soles. Shrieking with laughter, Anna continued to thrash, but Matt had no mercy. Every once in a while, he would hold back the toes on one foot and tease them with the brush, making Anna go ballistic. It seemed her toes were her worst spot, and Matt had realized it too. As the brush probed along her toe stems and in the spaces between them, Anna lost her mind. Not knowing what to do, she would sometimes reflexively spread all her toes out, opening up the spaces between them.
I hate to admit it, but watching Matt dance the brush over Anna's feet, especially her toes, driving her wild turned me on more than a little bit. Here was my super conservative girlfriend, extremely confident and assertive, for good reason, being completely dominated, tortured even, by a few bristles on her soles. She couldn’t stand being tickled at all, yet here she was, willingly submitting her worst parts to be worked over by someone she hated. All throughout the ordeal, she was completely helpless. Matt had Anna right where he wanted her: squealing under his fingers.
Apparently Matt was growing tired of the little freedom of movement Anna’s feet had, so he took two toeties and secured her big toes to the stocks. Realizing what had happened, Anna began to panic even more, shouting, “NO MATT! You can’t tie my toes back too! Oh god, I can barely move! Please no more! Nononono NAHAHAAA It’s Terrible! PLEHEHEHASE AHAHAHAAA”
Matt had dropped the brushes and was again tickling her feet with his hands, now unimpeded by the movement of her feet and any blocking by her toes. The movement in her untied toes was almost completely restricted by the new immobilization, so he had almost free reign over her soles, which he took full advantage of. He gently spidered his fingers over her arches, heels, and the balls of her feet for a little, slowly increasing the intensity. I think he enjoyed listening to how her laughter and pleading became more frantic and less intelligible as he increased the speed and pressure on her soles, which were now coloring a deeper pink than usual.
The new bondage allowed him greater access to Anna’s toes, which he gingerly explored using his fingers. They were stuck in place as he scraped his nails up and down the toe stems. Sometimes he would just put a finger on each of her trapped big toes and just scratch the pads over and over. I could tell the repetitive stimulation was driving Anna mad by the way she desperately laughed, begging for a break.
She eventually got one when Matt stopped for a few seconds to pull out a manual toothbrush. She was still catching her breath, not expecting any more tickling when he quickly scraped it across her heel. Anna immediately screamed, “EEEEEEK What is that!” Turning around to look, when she saw the toothbrush, she began protesting even more,” NO MATT! You can’t use that on my feet!”
As he moved it around her soles, barely touching them with the brush, her pleas became more frantic.
“Oh God! No this is too much! Please I can’t stand anymore. You’re just going to drag that brush all over my feet when I can’t even move them! PLEASE MATT! I can’t move! And *gasp* you’re going to use that on my toes too! Don’t do this to me, not like this! PLEASE!”
Without replying, Matt dug the brush into her heels for a few quick strokes, causing Anna to laugh even harder than before. Without missing a beat, he dragged it side to side on her arches, making her scream and beg even louder. Anna turned her head around and I could see tears glistening on her red face as she shrieked her torture. We all knew what was coming as the brush slowly made its way to her toes.
Anna’s frantic begging became more intense as he stopped, holding two of her long, helpless toes apart. Smiling evilly, Matt brushed between her toes, relishing Anna’s resulting freakout. He continued using the brush all over her toes, dragging it over the stems, along the pads, and between them. Slowly, he made his way through every one. By the time he was on the third, I couldn’t even understand what Anna was trying to say. Her begging mixed with frenzied laughter and screaming was just white noise. She couldn’t even talk as he worked her toes over for about 20 minutes. When he stopped, he stood up and walked around to check on her, only to find out that Anna had peed herself.
As she laid there panting, Matt chastised her for peeing on his bed, even though it was onto a towel. “Damnit Anna! You pissed on my bed. I was going to let you go after this, but I think you need some more punishment for that.”
Hearing this, Anna’s eyes shot open and her face lit up with fear as she turned to look at Matt. “NO! PLEASE! *sniffle* i CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE! THIS IS TORTURE PLEASE MATT NOT MY FEET ANYMORE! LEAVE MY FEET ALONE! I'M BEGGING YOU I’VE HAD ENOUGH! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?? NO! NOOO!” she continued her frenzied thrashing as Matt walked back down to her feet.
He began tying each of her toes back as she protested and begged to be let go. Matt pulled out a ballpoint pen and went back to work on her toes, seemingly set on coloring them in. No matter how much she cried, laughed, and begged him to stop, he continued coloring her toes in until they were all as black as the nail polish on them. After walking out of the room for a minute, he returned with a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. As he slathered the soapy water onto her feet, Anna continued her begging.
“What is that? Oh My God, you’re going to scrub them clean now! Haven’t you tortured me enough? Please Matt PLEASE! Not my feet! NO NO DON’T”
Her helpless laughter began again as he dragged the scrub brush over her toes again and again. It was large enough so that it could cover multiple toes at a time with its stiff bristles bringing Anna’s torment to a new level of hell. Anna shrieked and begged for several long minutes as Matt brushed her immobilized feet without mercy. When it was finally over, he picked the pen up and began writing on her soles. She laughed and thrashed, but could do nothing as he slowly marked her arches, labeling her as his “TICKLE SLUT”, and ensured he went over each letter multiple times to make them as dark as possible.
When he was finished, he untied Anna, and she stood up, facing the camera. Her hair was a complete mess, going in every direction. Solid red, her face looked like she had just filmed a crazy porno, as it was covered in sweat and dripping mascara. Exhausted, she was escorted to the front of his house in her soaked dress and carrying her heels. As she drove back home, Matt shouted, “See you next week!”
