Friday, October 23, 2009, I tickled the attractive female friend I met through the T.M.F. for the first time since December 2007. In fact, it was the first time I've played with any tickling partner as a tickler, ticklee, or switch, since then. (I had a bad couple of years!)
I tickled my female friend for an hour and 45 minutes. She looked as good as ever, wearing a bikini
that flattered her very toned, very ticklish physique.
But I had something else for my tickle buddy to put on: the new velcro ankle/wrist restraints I had purchased with the help of the good people of the Love Boutique in Linden, New Jersey, corner of Wood Avenue and Elizabeth Avenue. The restraints worked even better than I thought they would, as my feisty female friend did not struggle loose even once, something I can't say happened with the old neckties with which I used to tie her up.
I cuffed and tickled my female friend in six different positions, blindfolding her (at her request) for most of the time. I got so into it, before I realized there was not enough time to try something I never got to when we were meeting two years ago. With luck, I'll be back to see her soon and plan to start the session with the tickle torture technique I have in mind.
As in past sessions, my electric toothbrushes seemed to drive my tickle buddy most berserk. But whether I tickled by hand or with those vibrating bristles, she begged for mercy the most when I worked her bare feet.
A few highlights:
On her back cuffed in the X position, my female friend's inner thighs seemed especially sensitive. Next time I will have to find a better way to keep her legs apart, as those quadriceps of hers moved her thighs almost together anyway, defending against my tickling fingers.
Also while she was on her back in the X position, I slowly ran my index finger about her ribs, sides and underarms, causing my female ticklee to writhe like a stripper.
Face down cuffed in the Y position, my tickle buddy let me pull her lower swimsuit about as 
far as a platonic friend's limits should permit. I "rewarded" her trust with some cheeky ass tickles, teasing her about getting to the bottom of things, bottoming out, and getting to the bottom line.
And while she was still face down in the Y position, I untied the bikini straps from around my female tickle buddy's neck and back. It gave me more of her back to tickle and afforded an extra ticklish predicament for this girl. When it was time to change the bondage, I released her arms from the headboard, saying she could re-tie her top - as long as she could do so with 
me tickling her sides.
Four times during the encounter, my mobile phone rang. Three times it was my 
daughter, the other time my wife. I took the calls because I felt it necessary, and to make it more interesting, a few times I tickled my woman friend, who was cuffed to the bed on her back during each call. My female tickle buddy knew I was talking to my daughter and wife, so it was up to her to keep her reactions quiet!
I tickled my female friend for an hour and 45 minutes. She looked as good as ever, wearing a bikini
that flattered her very toned, very ticklish physique.But I had something else for my tickle buddy to put on: the new velcro ankle/wrist restraints I had purchased with the help of the good people of the Love Boutique in Linden, New Jersey, corner of Wood Avenue and Elizabeth Avenue. The restraints worked even better than I thought they would, as my feisty female friend did not struggle loose even once, something I can't say happened with the old neckties with which I used to tie her up.
I cuffed and tickled my female friend in six different positions, blindfolding her (at her request) for most of the time. I got so into it, before I realized there was not enough time to try something I never got to when we were meeting two years ago. With luck, I'll be back to see her soon and plan to start the session with the tickle torture technique I have in mind.
As in past sessions, my electric toothbrushes seemed to drive my tickle buddy most berserk. But whether I tickled by hand or with those vibrating bristles, she begged for mercy the most when I worked her bare feet.
A few highlights:
On her back cuffed in the X position, my female friend's inner thighs seemed especially sensitive. Next time I will have to find a better way to keep her legs apart, as those quadriceps of hers moved her thighs almost together anyway, defending against my tickling fingers. Also while she was on her back in the X position, I slowly ran my index finger about her ribs, sides and underarms, causing my female ticklee to writhe like a stripper. Face down cuffed in the Y position, my tickle buddy let me pull her lower swimsuit about as far as a platonic friend's limits should permit. I "rewarded" her trust with some cheeky ass tickles, teasing her about getting to the bottom of things, bottoming out, and getting to the bottom line. And while she was still face down in the Y position, I untied the bikini straps from around my female tickle buddy's neck and back. It gave me more of her back to tickle and afforded an extra ticklish predicament for this girl. When it was time to change the bondage, I released her arms from the headboard, saying she could re-tie her top - as long as she could do so with me tickling her sides. Four times during the encounter, my mobile phone rang. Three times it was my daughter, the other time my wife. I took the calls because I felt it necessary, and to make it more interesting, a few times I tickled my woman friend, who was cuffed to the bed on her back during each call. My female tickle buddy knew I was talking to my daughter and wife, so it was up to her to keep her reactions quiet!
I play those games on the phone with my friends too ^-^
