How I Tried Ler-ing: True F/f tickling, light impact play

KittenToes said:

This is quite long, just so you know. It is also not suitable for those who are not open to the idea of mixing light BDSM and tickling. Enjoy reading about this-I enjoyed doing it.

Yesterday, Jonmath and I arrived back in London after a grueling 14 hour flight back from the west coast of the USA. We got home and rested for a few hours, as we knew that a couple with whom we are friends was coming over later, and we both wanted to be well rested for their arrival.

I know, this sounds boring so far. Just a couple coming over for dinner- yawn. However, last time these two, whom I’ll call “Leonard” and “Julia” came by, Julia wound up tied to our couch and tickled by Leonard, with our helpful hints and my assistance. Julia always is the “bottom” in their relationship, but hadn’t experienced tickle play before. She was quite surprised at how effective it was. This wasn’t the only thing that occurred during their first visit, but I’ll omit the rest to save space.

So we were fairly sure this time that they weren’t just coming for supper. Jonmath had made the observation before that Leonard hadn’t really done such a good job of tickling Julia, and said he was quite keen to see me do her over more thoroughly on my own. I was receptive to the idea, although a bit nervous, and decided to just see how things shaped up.

Anyhow, after dinner, during which they gave us an account of their experiences at their recent excursion to a swinging/BDSM club, Julia mentioned she’d like to try on one of my corsets. She’s about a dress size 4, slim, 34B chest, and I thought my baby blue one would fit her. I took her upstairs to lace her into it, and put on my black and red one to keep her company. I didn’t lace either of us down too aggressively, as we’d just eaten and it’s hard to play in an extremely tightlaced corset. Now, Julia never wears underpants, ever-she just doesn’t like them. So down to rejoin the men we went, she in nothing but a corset, holdup stockings, and her shoulder-length curls and I bare-legged in edgy black and red with my hip length hair brushing the edges of my translucent panties, which I figured I could always remove later if I had to. Needless to say we had no objections from our fellows as to our attire.

For you foot guys, I suppose I could say that we both had perfectly painted toenails, but since this is a reality, not a fantasy, I’ll be honest and say that I definitely had no nail polish, because it had all chipped off a few days before, and don’t think she had any either. Nor did she have very high arches, in case you’re wondering. Any more questions?

I returned and sat on the sofa, offering suggestions to Julia as to the best ways to sit and breathe in a corset. It takes some practice. I wasn’t quite sure where we would go from there. But Leonard and Julia had a surprise in store for Jonmath and I.

Julia stood up from the couch, and said she and Leonard had a favor to ask of me. She requested that I administer a “punishment” to her. Her implement of choice was a cane, but she was willing to have a variety of instruments used on her, and Leonard had brought a selection with them, in addition to the collection that Jonmath and I have.

This request was a complete shock to me. I hadn’t expected that this would be asked of me, as I’d never spanked or thrashed anyone before. Jonmath sensed my reticence, and offered to reward me afterwards, in a similar fashion, to give me incentive. I couldn’t turn an offer like that down, could I?

So I sat on the couch, instructing Julia to lie facedown across my lap. I proceeded to warm her bare bottom by spanking it vigorously with my bare hand. When it had arrived at a suitable temperature and coloration, I moved on to the first of the toys at hand, a large leather paddle. As I began using it on her, with increasing intensity, I could feel her tensing, preparing herself for the next slap. I didn’t want her to be able to anticipate my movements, so I paused and began tickling her neck lightly with my free hand. I had recalled from before that her neck was very sensitive. As she began to squirm and giggle under my hand I resumed the paddling, which resulted in louder whimpers and shrieks. As soon as she became accustomed to the blows, I stopped once more and allowed more color to rise to the surface of her bottom. As those of you who combine tickling with impact play will know, a heated bottom is FAR more sensitive to touch than a cold one. I ran my nails gently over her overheated derriere and down the back of her legs, causing tremors up and down her body as she tried to stifle her laughter. When she was suitably distracted by this I chose my next weapon, a flexible leather strap. I alternated between swatting briskly with this, and strokes of my long nails along her back. Before she knew what to expect, I switched to light taps with a riding crop, while still titillating her back and neck with the fingertips of my free hand. I realized I’d need to pause and loosen her corset, as her breathing was quite understandably getting labored. Once I’d done so, I went back to the paddle and used it a good deal harder than before, as she lifted her hindquarters to receive each stroke.

I found that the last toy on the menu, a vicious stiff leather strap which had pinkened my own sensitive posterior on many prior occasions, was too long to use while seated on the couch. I told her to stand, if she could, and lean over the back of the couch. I delivered several strokes to each butt cheek, eliciting moans of pain. Leonard moved to sit on the couch, stroking her hair and kissing her to ease her torments. As a final touch, I took the heavy paddle and told her she would now take 3 blows to each of her now-bruised buttocks. She accepted this with a few whimpers, and I considered it a job well done. But my work was far from over.

As I rested my tired arm and sipped some tea, Jonmath asked if I might tickle torture Julia, as previously discussed, when I felt that I was rested enough. Julia acquiesced readily, since I’d fulfilled her request for a punishment, and one must reciprocate the kindness of one’s hosts. However, she confessed that she feared the tickling more than her prior ordeal. I knew that this was because she was unused to it, and because she knew that I, as both a woman and a lee’, would be able to exploit all her sensitive places by drawing on my own experiences. I looked into her eyes as I stripped her of the restrictive corset, leaving her naked, and saw the trepidation in them. I asked that she also remove the holdups to allow me better access to every possible area, which she did slowly.

While Jonmath and Leonard secured her wrists and ankles firmly with soft looped leather straps to opposite ends of the sofa , I sat and helpfully informed her that I had several tickling devices at my disposal, that I had a clear recollection of her danger spots, and was looking forward to discovering new ones. Jonmath assured her our walls were thick, and the windows shut tight, so the neighbors could not hear her screams. With this “reassurance” he and Leonard stepped back and left me to do my worst.

I knelt by the sofa, asking if she recalled when I’d tickled her neck and ears, and how it made her shudder. Her reply that “she wasn’t really that ticklish” was soon drowned out by her giggles as my nails raked along her neck and across her collarbone. I gripped her hair with one hand, preventing her from freeing her earlobes from my busy fingertips. All the while, she attempted to repeat her claim about her lack of ticklishness, between spasms of silent laughter. I continued my downward hunt for sensitive zones, pausing to test the ribs, midriff, and hips for lucrative areas. All proved to be far more susceptible to my treatment than she’d previously claimed. I continued downward, asking if she knew that some lucky people had ticklish kneecaps, as I discovered she was one of the lucky ones. Did she recall the evil spot between her toes, I wondered aloud, as I attacked it with quick strokes of my nails.

Just to catch her off guard and ensure that she could not build a resistance to anything, I began scraping the tip of a stiff goosefeather along her thigh, while still tormenting her feet. Then I shifted my attention to the midriff, tracing patterns with the quill end of the feather, and fluttering the fingertips of my free hand over her armpits. My efforts were rewarded with some truly awe-inspiring shrieks and deep belly laughs. As I gave her pause for breath, she yet again proclaimed her lack of reaction. Unbelievable! It was time to get serious. Out came…the PINWHEEL, that most feared of tickle toys, because you must not move while it is in use- if you jerk against it, its sharp points cease to tickle and will pierce the skin.

When I ran this diabolical little device along her legs, groin and midriff, she held herself rigid, afraid to move, her voice her only outlet for release. Her deep belly laughs interspersed themselves with gasps and squeaks, which reached a feverish high pitch when I arrived once more at her neck and armpits. My directive to her not to move was obviously becoming increasingly hard to follow. As she tossed her head from side to side to escape the wheel, I once again ensnared my fingers in her hair to prevent her from moving, and pricking herself. I know- SO thoughtful of me, wasn’t it?

I stopped to place a fur-lined leather blindfold over her eyes, for she had now seen what was in store for her, and now I would be able to use all those methods without her being able to see me and anticipate which was next. Jonmath challenged me to see if I could drive her to distraction with fingertips alone. Well, I never turn down a challenge. I began at her feet, with the assistance of lube, which allowed my fingers to fly ever-faster over her soles and toes. My hands slid over her midsection, and she writhed against her restraints, jerking under my hands, her protestations disintegrating into gasps and whimpers, the stifled giggling escaping her lips once more. She could not escape my oiled hand which darted along her armpits, and over her neck. I decided the goal of total distraction was fulfilled when in her frenzy she attempted to bite me (although she denied the attempt).

Lubrication renders the pinwheel even more evil. It moves and slides faster. I pointed this fact out in a clinical fashion while I ran it across her well-oiled armpits, raising my voice to be heard over her howls. Along her twisting sides it went, for I moved it faster still to avoid pricking. Then I moved on to the backs of the knees, over the feet and ankles, before she knew it back to the midriff and the groin, while simultaneously teasing her upper body. Finally the reaction I was looking for: “I give up” she gasped. “I AM ticklish” Leonard observed that he thought she was “cooked” and we released her. Oddly enough, he claimed that she hadn’t become aroused from the tickling. I knew, from the way she was moving about, and because I’d grazed her nether regions by accident, that he was lying. I suppose he didn’t wish to admit that something which seems so benign and playful on the surface could be so intense.

As for me, I was exhausted by all this. I’d been “doing her over”, in various ways, for well over an hour. And I knew full well that because I’d been so thorough, I’d get a truly thorough reward. Jonmath asked me to choose one activity from the usual smorgasbord. Ever the glutton for punishment, I asked if I might pick two. I chose tickle torture and the riding crop, summoning my waning energy reserves once more as Julia collapsed on Leonard’s lap. I may write an account of my “reward” as a sequel to this.

If anyone wants to hear about it, that is. Do let me know.

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