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True Story of A F/M Tickling Story

badlilboy

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Hi, I am relatively new to the site. I have been lurking for a few weeks, really appreciate the stories and discussions, and thought I would contribute a true story of an experience I had a about 3 years ago. I realize that when people read about 'true encounter' there is a propensity to assume BS, but in this case, it really is true.

I was about 27 years old at the time in pretty good shape, and relatively attractive. I met a woman at work who was pretty in a tom boy kind of way. I could never quite figure her out; she was nice, and we hit it off, but she certainly was girly, she never wore make-up for instance, usually had her hair tied in a ponytail, wore pants et... she also never talked about her private life, despite the fact that we seemed to get a long well, at least in the workplace. Than again, I never talked about my private life either, so I didn't really think too much about it.

I got a call on my cell from her one night at about 1AM. This was not usual, I mean it was 1 in the morning so I was a bit curious. She told me she was in a local bar maybe 2 blocks from where I live and asked me to meet her there. She definitely sounded a bit tipsy, but was not out of control or anything. I decided I wasn't doing anything so I would meet her.

When I arrived at the bar there were two shots of tequila waiting for me and she told me to drink up. I was a bit leary about doing so, but at this point I should mention that I have a sort of submissive streak... nothing serious.. but I am a little shy and not very outgoing with most women. I also tend to be a bit susceptible to suggestion from women and tend to want to please. Again, nothing severe or anything but just kind of go along to get along.

I did the shots and over the next hour or so did two more. She asked me a bit about my life, I told her a bit about my relationship issues, and as the night grew old and I drank more I started to loosen up a bit. I told her a bit more about one woman I knew in the past, not a girl friend or anything but someone I had a brief relationship who would come to my house maybe once every other week or so, ask me what I did wrong that week, and put me over her lap for an OTK spanking (this is also true, it did not last long, but it is another story for another day) I have no idea why I divulged that information, but it kind of felt good to talk about it. Like I said I guess I was feeling a bit loose at the time. At one point during the conversation she lost her balance on the stool, leaned forward and grabbed my knee. When she did that, I just about jumped out of my chair. Of course she noticed right away and made some sort of comment about me being ticklish. I chose not to address THAT issue, hoping the topic would just go away.

She went on to tell me she was upset about work, got mad on her way out of the office, and while kicking a corner of the wall actually twisted her ankle and was having difficulty walking. She lived in a 4 story walk-up and did not think she could make it up the stairs and asked if she could stay with me making a point to tell me she would sleep on the couch (my apt was on the 3rd floor but I have an elevator in my building) I saw no harm so I said OK

When we arrived in my apartment, I got her some sheets and went in to my bedroom to change into my pjs. Just as I finished pulling them up, she snuck up behind me and started tickling my sides.I tried to fight her off, but she had a real good start on me. As she tickled me she pushed me toward my bed, and i toppled face down with my torso on the mattress and my legs over the side. That did not stop her, she just kept going as she pushed me along. Her hands were under my shirt and she just kept tickling up and down both sides. She was surprisingly strong, and the more she tickled the weaker I became. I tried to push her hands away but I just could not muster the strength.

At some point, she hooked one leg between my lower body and the bed, and as she continued to tickle me, pulled my pj pants down and started to spank me while laughing the whole time

There is more to this story, but some of it is off-topic, and I would prefer not to continue unless you feel it is ok to do so. I want to reiterate; I realize people sometimes disguise fictional events as true, but this really did happen. Please let me know if I should go on

Thanks
 
It's a great story. When somebody posts a true story that some may question, my policy is that I'll accept it as being true until I'm given reason to believe otherwise.

Please do continue.
 
Thanks for the positive feedback, and sorry it has taken so long to revert. This was not the first girl who had spanked me (actually it was the second). She was however, the first girl who had rendered me all but helpless just by tickling me. I mean I knew I was ticklish and all, but I never really had this kind of experience. As for the spanking, as I have indicated, I do have a bit of a submissive streak, again, not hardcore or anything, but I have always been attracted in a weird kind of way to strong willed, authoritative women who enjoy control. I guess you have to get the visual here. She is sitting on the edge of the bed. I am half laying across one of her thighs, my torso resting on the bed, my legs kind of hanging off of it. Her other leg is sort of scissored around my legs at the calfs and my pj bottoms are down around my ankles. And she is spanking my bare bottom with her hand. And she is spanking pretty hard.

I don't know if many of you have received bare-bottomed over-the-knee spankings, but if you have not, it is probably not like what you think it is. I think people tend to underestimate the effect. For one thing it stings. Also, depending on the individuals and their attitudes, well, it can be very humbling to be across someone's knee with your pants down while they spank your behind. There are very few situations I can think of that can as clearly define who is in charge. It was weird; I was embarrassed and kind of wanted her to stop, but mentally I was captivated and not able to resist. She was saying things like "be a good boy, and lay still", as she spanked me.

Finally she asked me if I was ready to do as I was told. And I was. I had no idea what she had in store for me, I only knew that no matter how humbling, I psychologically not able at that point to not do what she wanted.

She asked me if I had any vaseline in the house, and when I said yes, she asked me to get it. Than she had me take a dinner candle, (one of those long tapered ones) out of a candle holder in my room. Than she told me again to be a good boy and take the rest of my clothes off. She told me to lie down on my stomach and to close my eyes. Needless to say I was really nervous, and after laying down I had second thoughts. As I wend to get up, she slapped me across the behind again and told me in a stern voice to lay still. For some reason, that was all it took. I laid back down and closed my eyes. I felt her separate my cheeks, it was such a weird feeling, it made me feel so vulnerable, but not as much as what followed next. She slowly inserted the tapered end of the candle in my behind and pushed it in slowly. She played around for a few minutes, and finally told me to turn around on my stomach. Than she told me that she wanted me to f*(&K my ass with the candle while she watched. And I did. I am not sure why, I suppose I could have stopped, yet I couldn't, I just felt like I lacked the will to do so. It is hard to explain how or why, and I know some of you will not understand the emotion and the dependency, but honest to God, I just couldn't do it. I felt so humbled and vulnerable, it was like I lacked free will. She kept coaching me too ... faster... slower...deeper... Finally had me push the candle in, and grabbed it while making me masturbate in front of her

This is actually the first time I have communicated this to anyone ... i guess the anonymity is a bit liberating. Believe it or not, there is a little more to this story, and I did have other interesting encounters with her, but I am kind of afraid I went over the line in terms of this being off-topic. I hope I did not offend anyone. If you would like to hear more let me know. If you think this is an inappropriate forum for this, let me know that too.
 
I am okay with it so far but,I don't understand the candle thing.Couldn't that end up really hurting someone?
 
I am okay with it so far but,I don't understand the candle thing.Couldn't that end up really hurting someone?
The candle wasn't lit or anything. All things considered, I am sure she would have preferred a dildo or other sex toy, but I did not own one.
 
exactly.

one of the odd things about all of this is throughout the evening, indeed in other encounters I had with her, I never saw her unclothed. Not even semi-unclothed. I mean, I had been tickled to the point of being incapacitated, stripped from the waist down, laid across her knee and spanked like a little boy. I was completely naked, made to play with a toy, and than with myself all the while she remained completely clothed and in charge.

After I came and cleaned up she went to sleep, but I couldn't. I was kind of disturbed by the events of the evening and decided to go to a park about a block from where I lived. I remember sitting on a bench looking out at the East River and trying to make sense of what happened. It was just so incredible. The evening started out being so ordinary, and just about the time it was supposed to end at 1AM it really had just started. By now it was about 4AM and I am just sitting on a bench trying to get it straightened out. I started to feel a bit hungover and tired, and decided to head back. I got back to my apartment at about 4:15 or so, put on my pj's and crawled into bed. She was laying next to me snoring rather loudly, but I was so spent, I just fell asleep, my back to her front.

It was probably about 45 minutes later when I awoke to the feeling of her hand working its way down the back of my PJ bottoms. I was kind of in a sleep induced neverland ... half asleep, half awake. I felt her hand separate my cheeks and her finger placed right on the opening to my behind. I remember jumping and hearing her "shhhhing" me. She started by tickling my hole, I had no idea I was ticklish there, with one hand, and tickling my side with the other from the back. I was squirming, laughing and begging her to stop but she was silent. Than I felt her finger push more firmly inside of me from the back. I guess I was still kind of lubricated from before and it went in with some but not a lot of resistance.

What followed after this, was similar to what happened previously. Being made top play with the candle and masturbate.

this was not the last encounter I had with this woman, there were several others involving tickling, spanking, etc.. and on one occasion I was actually spanked in front of one of her friends. I could write more about this at length if you would like, but I do not want to wear out my welcome.

In the meantime, thanks for letting me share this. Getting it off my chest is kind of cathartic.
 
Being somewhat into CFNM and F/M OTK spanking myself, I am interested in your account of the events, and I enjoy the way you tell the story.
 
Firstly, I apologize for taking so long in getting back to the group on my subsequent encounters with this woman. The delays were caused by two factors; first, I have been extremely busy at work, and it has been difficult finding time to attend to this site. Second, honestly, while cathartic, my first post was also a bit difficult to write. These encounters were compelling enough for me to come to certain realizations about myself and what makes me tick. But they were difficult if only because they were so humbling. Getting the opportunity to recall them, anonymously, helped me a lot. But at the same time, it was kind of difficult emotionally.

I do want to thank everyone for the kind words of encouragement. And I am glad to see there is some entertainment value in recounting my experiences.

Carol (not real name) tried to call me several times after my initial encounter with her and left several messages, but I did not respond. Frankly, I was a bit frightened. The events of that evening were emotionally taxing on me, and I was not really sure I understood my feelings about them. Frankly I thought it would be best if I just chalked it up to an experience and let it go. After about a week, she stopped calling and I figured it was one and done.


It was about a month later, late at night, while laying in bed when the house phone to my apartment buzzed (this is the phone from the doorman station in the lobby of my building) . He told me Carol was here to see me. Neeless to say, I did not expect her to show up at my building completely unannounced at 2 or so in the morning. I was really taken back and not quite sure how to react. Although she left those messages, I had not seen her since that late night when and had all but put aside the night when she stayed at my house, tickled, stripped, and spanked me and made me perform for her. I did not quite know what to do. On the one hand, I would have been perfectly justified to send her away. But the psychological hold she had on me came rushing to the surface. I think it was the spanking more than anything else. What I have learned since is that once someone has you over their knee with your pants down, they get a certain hold on you. Literally and figuratively. So I found myself telling the doorman to send her up.

The waiting was agony. This time I knew what to expect there would be no surprises and there was no getting around it. I found myself shrinking away... the feeling of anticipation...like a little boy who had done something wrong and was just waiting for the consequences

When she rang my bell, I was still wearing my pj's (it seemed like I was in pjs alot when she was around). I opened the door, and she walked up to me ... in fact she was uncomfortably close, in my personal space. She looked right into my eyes and smiled. Having her that close to me, I felt very uneasy and backed away, but she stepped right up again and cornered me against the foyer wall. She was right on top of me, looking me squarely in the eyes and asked me point blank why I did not call her back. I tried to think of something, to look away, but I just couldn't. All I could feel was a growing tension and tightness in by stomach. I had no answer for her and was doubly uncomfortable by the silence. Than she placed her hands on my hips and said " maybe a better question is, why did you tell the doorman to let me up? You knew what is going to happen to you don't you"? Than she squeezed my sides and I flinched almost going to the floor? "Do you like this Jeff?", she asked as I moved away from the wall. I asked her to please stop, but she just waived her fingers in front of me and said something like "you know what is coming next, don't you?" and with that reached forward and began tickling my sides. I remember tripping over the ottoman in my living room and falling to the floor. She was on top of me in an instant, ripping my shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, attacking my underarms, down to my belly across to my sides . I was gasping for air, rolling on the floor, trying to get away, but everything sent me in off in hysterics. I rolled over, and she grabbed my behind thru my PJ's and said something like " you know, this is what I really want" and finally stopped. She got up walked over to the ottoman grabbing her purse on the way, and sat down. Than she beckoned me over to he with her finger. I did not want to go, but than again I did... I was just captivated almost in a trance. The feelings I had that night, the psychological hold she had on me, it was all flooding back. I walked over to her slowly. She asked me if I had fantasized about that night a month earlier, and if had masturbated thinking about it. I did not answer, but I am sure I either looked down or away and blushed. She giggled, grabbed my arm and led me to her side. She told me to bend over her lap. I found myself following her instructions, all the while feeling more and more tense, knowing what was coming next. After I placed myself over her knee, she grabbed my PJ bottoms and slowly lowered them. She rested her hand on the lower part of my cheek, her thumb on the inside of my leg, brushing against the back of my balls, her thumb resting on the inside of my thigh right against my groin. She had no trepidation at all, she felt totally empowered to touch me where she wanted and I felt totally unable to stop her. She asked me again, if I had played with myself while fantasizing about that night. Finally, I told her I had. She laughed again, and told me she already knew the answer. Than she started to spank me softly at first to ease into it, than more and more firm. She was going from cheek to cheek, with increasing fervor, asking me if I liked playing with myself, telling me I was a naughty boy. She made me tell her I would be a good boy over and over again. I was squirming, grasping behind me with my hand to block the blows, but she grabbed it with her free hand and pinned it against my back without missing a beat. She probably spanked me for 10-15 minutes before stopping, but it felt like an hour. When she did, I was spent. My behind was sore, I am sure it was beet red and I was close to tears. Once she stopped she told me it was almost time for the aftercare. I felt fingers separate my cheeks and her thumb rub along my hole. I gasped and stiffened up and she smacked my hard again telling me to relax. She had the thumbn of her right hand tickling my hole, while her index and ring finger ran on either side of my scrotum. It was an incredible feeling; I was still over her lap and felling very vulnerable while she stroked me. Despite my embarrassment, I felt myself getting aroused and being on her lap, she noticed it too, giggling and telling me that I really was a dirty boy. She reached back for her purse and I heard a bottle cap snap open. Than I felt her rub a cool, thick and greasy gel or liquid on my hole rubbing it deeper and deeper until finally I felt her finger enter me. She pushed it in slowly burt firmly until it was up to the hilt and began working it inside of me. It felt alive, like a snake, moving probing. I was grabbing the legs of the chair, gasping groaning all while she kept moving it in and out.

Finally she stopped and had me stand up. She than made me take the rest of my clothes off in front of her. She told me to get my candle and to go into the bedroom. First she had me get down on the bed doggy stye, with my head down on the mattress and my ass in the air and my legs spread. She gave me ten or so swats on the ass with a leather belt. Than she told me to lie down on muy back and to fuck myself with the candle. I did as I was told. I saw her reach into her bag and pull out a camera. Needless to say this upset me, but she sternly told me to stop complaining and to start fucking or I would be back over her knee. I was just to far gone to stop. She ahd teh camera going as she told me how to fuck my ass. Deeper, harder, faster, slower. Finally she told me to pull it out. Than she put her finger back into me, all the way, and told me to start masturbating myself again, telling me that she wanted to see what it felt like when I came. She told me to confess to her... how many time had I masturbated fantasizing about her. How did it feel to be her bad little boy, to be placed over her lap, to be under her control.


She made me come three times that night before telling me that the next time she saw me, I better have a strapon and toy for her to use. And there were other times.


If you want to hear about them, please let me know.
 
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I recently became reacquainted with this woman, but what followed was more of a spanking experience than a tickling one. Not sure if this is the right forum for this, or if there is interest in hearing about it. Please let me know.
 
Alien

Wow!

She must've been an anal-probing alien. Sounds like a truckload of stuff ended up in your butt.
 
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