In the '80's I was stuck in a ticklish situation...
In my 20's...I was going out with an older woman. I constructed a replica of a Magician's sawing-in-half box for some bondage fun. We used it a few times. Took some pics. The last time she locked me in was my first tickling experience...totally unexpected. Shortly after being secured...Lucille got a call from her sister Virginia...who I never met. I thought nothing of the call until there was a knock on the door. "Hi Virg"...said Lucille. "What the hell"?
replied Virginia as she saw me locked in the box. Up to this point I was shy.
Never meeting the family members face-to-face. After being introduced...I played the "tough-guy"...although I was nervous inside. "Hi Robert"...Virginia said in a soft-spoken voice. I gave her a nod. The sisters chatted for awhile...sipping Bailey's Irish Cream. I knew something was up because they were in no hurry to let me out of the box. I stayed quiet hoping to get in a "I had enough" gesture to Lucille. Virginia was non-chalant...but got louder as the Bailey's bottle emptied. To set the scene...picture a living room setting. The box is the centerpiece...with my head, hands, & feet sticking out. Lucille was walking around...folding clothes, etc. Virg was in a chair facing my head as the chit-chat continued. She got up for a bathroom break. I whispered to Lucille..."C'mon, let me out!"...she just smiled. I knew something was up. Virg came back to her seat. "Soooo...Robert, does the cat got your tongue?" I felt my face turn beet-red as she reached and pinched my cheeks for what seemed like forever. I felt a sigh of relief as she vanished from my sight. My eyes buldged when I suddenly heard...and felt...the start of this-little-piggy
on my toes. "Get 'em Virg!"...Lucille laughed. Being the "tough-guy"...I held my breath as long as I could. I couldn't keep my barefeet still. Virg had the giggles as I began to snort & chuckle. I was no match for her non-stop tickling...peppered with baby-talk. Being shy & embarrassed...I turned out to be super-ticklish. Picture this going on for hours...To me it felt like forever.
At "half-time"...the "box-top" was removed and the sisters teamed up as tag-ticklers. I was trying to pissed...but could only laugh. Standing on each side of the box...they began to count my ribs. I went hysterical. Lucille went back to being like a cheerleader...routing for her sis...who truely enjoyed having me in stitches! She found a spot on my triceps which drove me nuts. With an evil-ish grin...she had me repeat..."peter-piper-picked-a-peck-of-pickled- peppers"...over and over...It's hard to explain unless you actually experience being tickled...really tickled. She could just playfully poke & poke & poke...
enjoying the control of ticklish laughter. She made "mince-meat" of me...and jokes of it to this day. Yes...I'm still with Lucille...who eventually let me out of the box. (LOL)
In my 20's...I was going out with an older woman. I constructed a replica of a Magician's sawing-in-half box for some bondage fun. We used it a few times. Took some pics. The last time she locked me in was my first tickling experience...totally unexpected. Shortly after being secured...Lucille got a call from her sister Virginia...who I never met. I thought nothing of the call until there was a knock on the door. "Hi Virg"...said Lucille. "What the hell"?
replied Virginia as she saw me locked in the box. Up to this point I was shy.
Never meeting the family members face-to-face. After being introduced...I played the "tough-guy"...although I was nervous inside. "Hi Robert"...Virginia said in a soft-spoken voice. I gave her a nod. The sisters chatted for awhile...sipping Bailey's Irish Cream. I knew something was up because they were in no hurry to let me out of the box. I stayed quiet hoping to get in a "I had enough" gesture to Lucille. Virginia was non-chalant...but got louder as the Bailey's bottle emptied. To set the scene...picture a living room setting. The box is the centerpiece...with my head, hands, & feet sticking out. Lucille was walking around...folding clothes, etc. Virg was in a chair facing my head as the chit-chat continued. She got up for a bathroom break. I whispered to Lucille..."C'mon, let me out!"...she just smiled. I knew something was up. Virg came back to her seat. "Soooo...Robert, does the cat got your tongue?" I felt my face turn beet-red as she reached and pinched my cheeks for what seemed like forever. I felt a sigh of relief as she vanished from my sight. My eyes buldged when I suddenly heard...and felt...the start of this-little-piggy
on my toes. "Get 'em Virg!"...Lucille laughed. Being the "tough-guy"...I held my breath as long as I could. I couldn't keep my barefeet still. Virg had the giggles as I began to snort & chuckle. I was no match for her non-stop tickling...peppered with baby-talk. Being shy & embarrassed...I turned out to be super-ticklish. Picture this going on for hours...To me it felt like forever.
At "half-time"...the "box-top" was removed and the sisters teamed up as tag-ticklers. I was trying to pissed...but could only laugh. Standing on each side of the box...they began to count my ribs. I went hysterical. Lucille went back to being like a cheerleader...routing for her sis...who truely enjoyed having me in stitches! She found a spot on my triceps which drove me nuts. With an evil-ish grin...she had me repeat..."peter-piper-picked-a-peck-of-pickled- peppers"...over and over...It's hard to explain unless you actually experience being tickled...really tickled. She could just playfully poke & poke & poke...
enjoying the control of ticklish laughter. She made "mince-meat" of me...and jokes of it to this day. Yes...I'm still with Lucille...who eventually let me out of the box. (LOL)
