I had posted this story on another website several years ago. I just found out that the site is going to be shutting down, so I downloaded it before it was downsized into oblivion. I thought I'd share it!
I met a girl online about 15 years ago who loved tickling. She was a decent tickler, but was much more of a ticklee. She was an interesting sort of girl. She was young. She was working on a modelling career. She loved being tied down and tickled. And she was very religious. We never dated. We just had tickling sessions. Because she was very faithful to her religion, our tickling sessions were never sexual. During one of our conversations, she told me that she wanted to take things up a notch. Previously, we had always had limits. Safewords or time limits. She wanted to try no limits...no safewords and no time limits. She wanted to know what it was like to truly have no control. She told me that she trusted me and asked me to do this with her. I was in NY at the time and she was living in Baltimore.
We settled on a date in June and I went down for the weekend. I picked her up from where she was working, and we went out for lunch and a drink. Then we picked up some liquor and headed to her apartment. She had a small place, but she lived alone. Her bed was perfect...a queen sized, wrought iron, four poster. Soon, she was tied spreadeagle to her bed, wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts. In addition to no mercy, she wanted to use nylons to intensify the sensation on her feet. She was tied with velcro cuffs on her wrists that were tied to the head board. Her ankles were tied to the foot board with nylon straps. I turned her radio on, made myself a drink, and got started.
I explored her entire body. And I was sure to wring as much laughter out of every square inch of her skin. At one point, that Cardigans song "Lovefool" came on. I made her sing "Tickle Me Tickle Me" instead of "Love Me Love Me". She probably thought she was going to get a reward for doing so. I guess she misunderstood. After about an hour and a half, I untied her so she could go to the bathroom and get a breather. Then, I tied her down again and we continued. By the end of her 3 hours, she was so worn down, even her elbows were ticklish; she just couldn't resist me anymore. It was quite a night. We both had a great time.
I looked for her online recently, but I couldn't find her. I hope she's doing well.
We settled on a date in June and I went down for the weekend. I picked her up from where she was working, and we went out for lunch and a drink. Then we picked up some liquor and headed to her apartment. She had a small place, but she lived alone. Her bed was perfect...a queen sized, wrought iron, four poster. Soon, she was tied spreadeagle to her bed, wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts. In addition to no mercy, she wanted to use nylons to intensify the sensation on her feet. She was tied with velcro cuffs on her wrists that were tied to the head board. Her ankles were tied to the foot board with nylon straps. I turned her radio on, made myself a drink, and got started.
I explored her entire body. And I was sure to wring as much laughter out of every square inch of her skin. At one point, that Cardigans song "Lovefool" came on. I made her sing "Tickle Me Tickle Me" instead of "Love Me Love Me". She probably thought she was going to get a reward for doing so. I guess she misunderstood. After about an hour and a half, I untied her so she could go to the bathroom and get a breather. Then, I tied her down again and we continued. By the end of her 3 hours, she was so worn down, even her elbows were ticklish; she just couldn't resist me anymore. It was quite a night. We both had a great time.
I looked for her online recently, but I couldn't find her. I hope she's doing well.
