tickle gamer
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First off, let me say this story was inspired,
in-a-way, after reading T.A.I.L's "A Ticklish Fantasy" on DA.
I wrote a version of this a while back, but never posted it. Because on a re-read of it, it came off more as tickle-rape than a man and his girlfriend\wife having a bit of fun. I hope that I have fixed that problem.
Tell me what you thank.
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I see you setting there. On the bed, your legs out in a spread eagle position. Your ankles held in place by cuffs attached to the footboard. Your arms stretched above your head, bound at the wrists by a rope attached to ceiling.
You would be naked save for the basic black thong covering your womanhood. A matching blindfold is in place. Not only blocking out you sense of sight, but also to heighten your other senses as well.
Your hair falls loosely over your shoulders. No longer in the neat ponytail that you usually keep it in.
Your body grows visibly tense, as you hear my steps on the wood floor. I slide on to the bed behind you, and lean in to whisper in your ear. "You've been a bad girl." I tease, knowing full well that you love it.
I am rewarded by you biting you bottom lip. I hear a slight moan escape your lips. I can't help but grin at the sound.
"And. You know what happens to bad girls" I say, touching my fingers to your arms, right below the rope. " they get punished" I say in a teasing voice, as I begin scratching my nails toward their intended first targets.
As my fingers approach your hollows of your underarms, I hear a deep inhale of oxygen. I know this tactic of yours well.
"So. Your going to make me work for it? Hm" I didn't really expect an answer to my question, not a verbal one anyway.
I dip my fingers into the sensitive flesh. True to form, you only squirm. That is one thing I like about you. You have great will-power, but, you and I both know you can only holdout so long.
I traced circles in your pits, some fast, some agonizingly slow. You broke out in a fit of giggles. Your beautiful laughter felled the room and, after a few moments of simply teasing you, I decided to give you a break to catch your breath, before moving on.
" I...I hate...you" you managed to say between breaths. I know you don't mean it. But, decided to play along. "Ouch" I say, in a mock hurt tone. "That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't want to be tickled any more".
Before you have a chance a react, my fingers find your underarms once more. Only this time I slowly slide them out of your pits and too your breasts.
You let out tiny giggles as my fingers make their way to the peaks. I tickle and pinch both nipples. I am rewarded with a fit of laughter, interrupted by slight moans.
You let out a whimper of protest, as my fingers make their way south.
You tense when you realize where I'm headed. You and I both know your weak spot.
" Honey! Please...not my.... " your interrupted by my fingers digging into your ribs. You explode with shrieks of laughter, squirming like a mad woman against your restraints which hold true.
You let out a "EPP" in surprise, as I dance my fingers between your ribs and tummy.
We both know one of your other weak spot. "NoHahahat thahahaere, Nohohohoo"
I slip a single finger into your bellybutton, and begin to wiggle it around. "Nohohohoho! Ghehehet out of thahahahaere" you beg, tears of laughter forming in your eyes.
"As you wish" I say, popping my finger out. "Th...thank...you" you say.
Unbeknownst by you, an evil grin appears on my lips. I shoot my hands back up to dance over your ribs. "Nohohohot thehehehe ribs aghahahain"
I figure it's about time for another break.
This time you just sit there, inhaling much needed oxygen for a few moments before trying to shoot me a look. "That..was..evil" you say, still giggling.
Well, you know. I try" I say, teasingly. That comment earning me a hip bump, the only attack your restraints will allow.
THE END
in-a-way, after reading T.A.I.L's "A Ticklish Fantasy" on DA.
I wrote a version of this a while back, but never posted it. Because on a re-read of it, it came off more as tickle-rape than a man and his girlfriend\wife having a bit of fun. I hope that I have fixed that problem.
Tell me what you thank.
-----
I see you setting there. On the bed, your legs out in a spread eagle position. Your ankles held in place by cuffs attached to the footboard. Your arms stretched above your head, bound at the wrists by a rope attached to ceiling.
You would be naked save for the basic black thong covering your womanhood. A matching blindfold is in place. Not only blocking out you sense of sight, but also to heighten your other senses as well.
Your hair falls loosely over your shoulders. No longer in the neat ponytail that you usually keep it in.
Your body grows visibly tense, as you hear my steps on the wood floor. I slide on to the bed behind you, and lean in to whisper in your ear. "You've been a bad girl." I tease, knowing full well that you love it.
I am rewarded by you biting you bottom lip. I hear a slight moan escape your lips. I can't help but grin at the sound.
"And. You know what happens to bad girls" I say, touching my fingers to your arms, right below the rope. " they get punished" I say in a teasing voice, as I begin scratching my nails toward their intended first targets.
As my fingers approach your hollows of your underarms, I hear a deep inhale of oxygen. I know this tactic of yours well.
"So. Your going to make me work for it? Hm" I didn't really expect an answer to my question, not a verbal one anyway.
I dip my fingers into the sensitive flesh. True to form, you only squirm. That is one thing I like about you. You have great will-power, but, you and I both know you can only holdout so long.
I traced circles in your pits, some fast, some agonizingly slow. You broke out in a fit of giggles. Your beautiful laughter felled the room and, after a few moments of simply teasing you, I decided to give you a break to catch your breath, before moving on.
" I...I hate...you" you managed to say between breaths. I know you don't mean it. But, decided to play along. "Ouch" I say, in a mock hurt tone. "That doesn't sound like someone who doesn't want to be tickled any more".
Before you have a chance a react, my fingers find your underarms once more. Only this time I slowly slide them out of your pits and too your breasts.
You let out tiny giggles as my fingers make their way to the peaks. I tickle and pinch both nipples. I am rewarded with a fit of laughter, interrupted by slight moans.
You let out a whimper of protest, as my fingers make their way south.
You tense when you realize where I'm headed. You and I both know your weak spot.
" Honey! Please...not my.... " your interrupted by my fingers digging into your ribs. You explode with shrieks of laughter, squirming like a mad woman against your restraints which hold true.
You let out a "EPP" in surprise, as I dance my fingers between your ribs and tummy.
We both know one of your other weak spot. "NoHahahat thahahaere, Nohohohoo"
I slip a single finger into your bellybutton, and begin to wiggle it around. "Nohohohoho! Ghehehet out of thahahahaere" you beg, tears of laughter forming in your eyes.
"As you wish" I say, popping my finger out. "Th...thank...you" you say.
Unbeknownst by you, an evil grin appears on my lips. I shoot my hands back up to dance over your ribs. "Nohohohot thehehehe ribs aghahahain"
I figure it's about time for another break.
This time you just sit there, inhaling much needed oxygen for a few moments before trying to shoot me a look. "That..was..evil" you say, still giggling.
Well, you know. I try" I say, teasingly. That comment earning me a hip bump, the only attack your restraints will allow.
THE END
