Our journey – the M/F part (pics, nudity, explicit)

Hello all you all,

in this thread we will describe the M/F-part of our journey. WARNING: Some texts, pics and clips in this thread will contain female as well as male nudity and explicit scenes, including tickling, forced orgasms, spanking and anal play.

You can find our introduction thread here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?280996-We-finally-say-%91hello%92,
and our F/M thread here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...urney-%96-the-F-M-part-(pics-nudity-explicit)!

Everything we post here is approved by him and her. We both hope you like them and perhaps get some ideas for your sex life! We like to thank again all the other couples who posted free content and inspired us!

Prelude

Before we tell you how it all began, we will tell you about our most recent adventure.

For the second time, we rented an SM apartment.

Sometimes he likes to tickle her with her clothes on, because she seems to be more sensitive to certain kinds of tickling then. So for the tickling part of the session, he tied her hands over her head.

This of course is very quickly done and that feeling you get when you realize that you are now tied up and about to be tickled, unable to do anything about it had not yet quite sunk in when he started tickling her belly.

He got a funny sort of surprised reaction and she immediately tested the restraints. They held. He then walked behind her, making her very nervous with anticipation.

He touched her lightly, barely tickling her, but she already struggled to hold her composure. She started laughing when he softly tickled her armpits. His hands went into her shirt to tickle them more effectively. She now thrashed around until he finally withdrew his fingers from her armpits, only to let them hover menacingly over her ribs.

He struck multiple times without warning. She never knew which hand would strike next, which made her go crazy. Suddenly his fingers rested pressed against her ribs. Her eyes widened. When his fingers moved rapidly up and down she jumped and screamed.

He moved to the front. She thought she could relax now, but he abruptly attacked her armpits again. She cowered as best as possible and managed to protect her pits somewhat. But her belly was wide open for an attack. When that attack came, she went ballistic.

Then he freed her ticklish nipples from her bra, but that is a story for another day...

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Chapter 1 will follow in a few days.

A few more pics belonging to the Prelude chapter:

awesome! looking forward to the next part

Same here :-D

Great beginning! Looking forward to reading more.

So far so good. Excellent writing as well.

Great contribution !!

Looking forward to Chapter 1 and more !!

Like the writing and the pics.. wondering if you can't see her face anyway, might have included a pic of her boobs once they were freed and tickled.

cool pics! Feet would be great, too!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you for your kind comments! As a Christmas gift, we'll post about her very first session. Each day we'll post a new part, starting today (tickling and nudity increase with time):

Chapter 2

Now that he had introduced her into the world of tickling through showing her tickling clips and letting her tickle him, he was ready for the next step: Asking her if she would be okay with being tied and tickled herself.

He had been hesitant to ask her that question, mainly out of fear that she would say no and his fantasies about one day tickling her would be crushed. Furthermore, he was concerned that she felt obligated to say yes, although he would probably detect that during the session and then of course stop it.

So he wrote her yet another email. He complemented her on what a phenomenal tickler she was and said that he was perfectly happy with their current sexual life, but if she would be okay with it, that he would like to tie up and tickle her.

When she read that paragraph she felt relieved, because she found it quite challenging to be the tickler and was much more comfortable with being passive. Although she was not turned by getting tickled itself, the thought of being tied up naked, being touched, tickled and sexually stimulated was in fact appealing to her. Her only concern was that the tickling might become unbearable, since she was extremely ticklish, much more ticklish than him.

Her reply simply read: “I’d love to try!” He was beyond thrilled.

A few days later she sat on the bed nervously eyeing him as he prepared the cuffs. He sat down besides her, telling her again that she could stop the tickling at any point via safe word. He had decided to frog-tie her. That would allow him to tickle her safely and without interference, while she would not feel as exposed as in the traditional spread-eagled position.

She thought that her jeans would probably be very uncomfortable in that position, so she took them off.

While he put on the cuffs, a scene from a tickling clip he showed her came into her mind: the tickler crept with his fingers under the shirt of the ticklee. This for some reason made her shiver. “There is only one way of preventing you from going under my shirt” she said and pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her upper body completely naked. “A wise move”, he answered, “not to mention a sexy one.”

“Ready?”, he asked, “then just lay on your back and put your hands together behind your legs”. He connected the hand-cuffs as well as the ankle-cuffs. Then he helped her to sit up, while he sat behind her, cuddling with her, kissing and caressing her.

His hands eventually rested below her breasts. His index-fingers approached her nipples making tickling movements. Her eyes widened, her heart beat faster. As soon as his fingers made contact, she shrieked. Her feet began to violently move up and down. When she thought she could control the feeling, suddenly all of his fingers were dancing around on her breasts. It tickled badly for quite a few seconds, but little by little, it felt more arousing and less ticklish. They began kissing, until she noticed that hands moved away from her breasts to her side...

...“Please no” she uttered quickly, but the tickling had already begun. It was a completely different feeling from the tickling of her breasts. She moved around as much as possible but there was no escaping from his ticklish grip. Bursts of tickling sensations seized her body when he dug his fingers into her ribs.

She cowered as best as she could, but he gripped her breasts and pulled her back gently. By kissing her on her cheeks he lowered her defences before tickle assaulting her belly. This was yet again a different feeling for her, it didn’t prompt such a violent response as with the rib tickling, but in a way felt more ticklish nonetheless.

Then the moment she dreaded the most arrived. He made her lay down on her back and positioned himself at her feet...

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PS: 0210.mp4 has audio - sorry for the squeaky bed frame.

This dread was rooted in her first year at the university. It was a very hot day, so she was wearing flip flops. She was sitting in the biggest lecture room of the university. It was nearly filled up to the last seat except for the one right in front of here, so she put her bare feet on that seat. A friend of hers arrived and wanted to take that seat, but she somehow failed to notice her. So she tickled her foot briefly to prompt her to move them. She shrieked so loud that the entire lecture hall looked at her. From this experience she knew how ticklish her feet were.

She watched him pulling of her socks. As someone who is frequently naked in public, be it in a sauna or at the beach, she hardly ever had felt “naked” in the sense of “exposed”. But somehow watching him eying her naked ticklish soles caused exactly that feeling. Feeling exposed in front of her boyfriend had a erotic touch to it for her.

Even the removal of her socks had tickled a little. His fingers approached her soles, but suddenly they stopped. He grinned: “Say ‘Tickle me!’”, he challenged her. What his game was became clear to her once he reached for her one of her nipples with the other hand and began pinching it harder and harder. She liked having her nipples pinched – to a point. First it felt stimulating, then it felt painful, but in a good way. Eventually the pain became unbearable, especially when he started not only pinching the nipple but also pulling it. “Tickle me!” she exclaimed.

She was at least as ticklish as in that lecture hall, but the tickling wasn’t over quite as quickly. At least not so many people were watching (until now)...

...She pulled up her feet to escape from the tickling. Unfortunately for her, this exposed her thighs, which he immediately tested for ticklishness. To his great pleasure and her dismay, she seemed to be excruciatingly ticklish literally from head to toe.

Even her private area was ticklish. Because of her panties, her clit was very sensitive. She wiggled her toes to cope with the sensation, which he took as in invitation to tickle her feet, too. She should have removed her panties as well, especially since he now pulled them down (or up in this case) anyway…

Nice

sadly, no sound by the sole tickling clip!

... When the tickling stopped she could finally concentrate on the vibrator pressed against her clit and she started to relax. As the vibrations stopped she wondered whether there would be another tickle attack, but instead she felt his hand coming down hard on her ass. “Yes”, she uttered “I want to feel my ass burning when I cum.” He continued spanking her for some time, until her ass became red and warm.

He opened her cuffs so that he could remove her panties and started fingering and vibrating her. She enjoyed the feeling so much, she tried to delay her orgasm as much as possible. When she was about to reach the point of no return, he suddenly stopped. “Do you want a short interruption?” he asked, “Maybe one final tickle assault?”. She thought about it for a moment, then decided that it was a good idea. He closed the cuffs again and turned the vibrator on. “This one will be a little more intense, but so will be the reward”, he said while teasing her naked feet with light tickles.

This was no understatement. He planned to tickle her feet without interruption for over a minute, than move on to her upper body. Soon she would know what being tickled mercilessly feels like...

PS: 0222.mp4 contains spanking only.
Both clips have audio, but some clips are deliberately without.

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When she agreed to a final tickle assault she was confident that she could endure having her feet tickled a little longer and as her boyfriend started letting his fingers dance on her sole, she could indeed deal with the sensation by laughing out and bouncing around in her restraints.

But when he pulled her toes back and tickled in between her toes, she was caught unprepared by the intensity of the sensation. She could not catch a single thought as his fingers tickled her stretched soles from toes to heel again and again. Finally she could bring herself to yell “Please stop! Enough already!”, but since this was not her safe word, he continued tickling both her feet for a few moments.

When he finally stopped she was relieved for a moment, than she remembered that the upper body tickling part was yet to come...

The clips belonging to the previous post (sole tickling, with laughter, except for short passages where she is speaking that we muted)

...He started tickling her nipples which was not so bad for her. It certainly helped her think about what was to come once the tickling was over. She even enjoyed the short tickle attacks of her belly and her sides. This is not so different from being spanked, she thought.

For his last attack of this session, he revisited all the ticklish spots he had found. She was once again overwhelmed, but this time decided to surrender her body instead of protesting, thrashing around until it was finally over...

...She had been spanked before, but never while she was tied up and vibrated. She joyfully absorbed the different sensations for a few minutes until she could no longer postpone the inevitable and was slowly overcome by the orgasm that she had more than earned.

Then she realized that she could not by herself remove the vibrator and muttered in a sweet post-orgasm voice “Remove the vibrator!”. Today he complied, but he remembered her reaction to being vibrated after orgasm for future sessions.

End of chapter 2.
We hope you enjoyed our material. We certainly enjoyed compiling it and reliving her first bondage experience.

Whoa. Well done.

Excellent