I started writing this story in 2019, but life got in the way and I didn't think about it again until someone commented on a previous story I wrote. I spent some time cleaning it up this evening and have decided to release part 1 of it. This is another story starring my fantasy version of a woman who tickled me in college, but it's purely a work of fiction.
My roommate was out of town for the weekend so I took advantage of the opportunity to have some friends from college over for a party. We watched movies, we ate, and many of us including myself had entirely too much to drink. There were around a dozen people there in total, but the attendees relevant to this story are myself and my friend and occasional tickle torturer Allison. Most of us were in T-shirts and jeans, but Allison had decided to dress up for the occasion, wearing a pretty dark blue dress with a belt around the waist, black pantyhose, and black patent leather high heels with little ankle straps and gold buckles.
Several movies, several pizzas, several beers, and several hours later most people had gone home. I felt a bit sick from having too many drinks and sat down in one of the living room chairs to rest before starting to clean up. The last thing I remembered hearing before falling asleep was Allison saying "Don't worry, I'll take care of him" as the last remaining people at the party were preparing to leave.
When I woke up I was still sitting in the same chair I had fallen asleep in. I had a bit of a headache as to be expected, and I felt a little stiff from sleeping in a chair. I was just about to stand up when I noticed that my arms were stuck behind my head. Did I really fall asleep in such a stupid position? Maybe, but this doesn't feel like my arms falling asleep. I attempted to lean forward but felt something tugging at my wrists. I felt around with my fingers and found some sort of stretchy rope pulled taut holding my arms back. I tried to move my legs but they also appeared to be restrained with something. All the trash from the party was gone, and the only item left on the floor was pair of black heels in the middle of the room. Oh boy, I bet I know who left those there and I bet I know why I'm tied to this chair.
I turned my neck to look at the couch, and sure enough there was Allison laying down reading a book, her head propped up with a couple of pillows and her bare feet on the arm of the couch facing me. She was still wearing the same blue dress she had on last night but the pantyhose and belt were gone. I had a sneaking suspicion that they were the source of my inability to move my arms and legs. Not being able to do much else, I decided to take a good look at her. She looked so sweet and innocent reading her book, and I couldn't help but notice that she had very pretty feet. They looked super soft, with deep high arches and short straight toes, milky white on her arches but pink on the balls and heels. I always had a thing for women's feet and hers were truly lovely.
I wondered if she might be ticklish herself, but before I could spend too much time daydreaming about getting some tickle revenge on her she noticed that I was awake, put down the book and exclaimed "Good Morning! How are you today?"
"I'm tied to a chair and I have a headache. Other than that I'm just peachy," I responded without much enthusiasm.
"I didn't want you to choke so I made sure you wouldn't fall over in your sleep," she responded matter-of-factly.
"Thanks for the concern. How about untying me so I can get an Aspirin and some water to take it with?" I asked impatiently.
"I'll get it for you," she said. She headed toward the bathroom and returned with the bottle of aspirin from my medicine cabinet as well as a couple of toothbrushes and a bottle of hand lotion.
"I don't need you to brush my teeth, I need an Aspirin." I reminded her. She retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, took an Aspirin out of the bottle, and held it out in front of my face. It was cute, but also more than a litle humiliating. I opened my mouth and allowed her to drop the Aspirin on my tongue, and she carefully brought the cup of water to my lips. I took a sip and swallowed the pill. She smiled and patted me on the head.
"OK Allison, now that you're done playing nurse can you untie me? I'm not drunk anymore."
"No. I don't want to," she replied. "This is just too good an opportunity to pass up. Your roommate is back home visiting his parents and it's a Saturday morning." I knew what she was thinking, and wasn't certain whether to be scared or thrilled. She admired her handiwork in securing me to the chair with the kind of excitement normally expressed by someone who just unwrapped the Christmas present they'd been anticipating for months.
"This is going to be so much fun! I've never gotten to tickle a tied up person before!" she exclaimed.
On one hand she looked so cute and happy. On the other hand I knew this was going to suck for me. Allison was good enough at doing her thing when I was free to move, and now she had me tied to a chair.
Allison walked behind me and rested her hands on my shoulders. "I'd like to play a game with you," she said. "If you untie me I'll get the N64 hooked up and we can play Mario Kart," I offered. Allison just replied "Why would I do that? I went to so much trouble tying you up, took out the trash after your party, and even spent the night sleeping on your couch. You know what kind of game I want to play with you, and you know you can't stop me." As she spoke those words, her voice took on a more assertive tone, those last words ringing out much more ominously than you'd think possible from a cute college girl.
After a brief pause, she started to explain the rules of the game I was to be an involuntary participant in. "The way this works is that you will decide where I'm going to tickle you. I'll tickle you there until I get bored with that spot, and I'll ask you to pick another. OK?" I didn't say anything in response. A few seconds went by, and then I felt her move her hands up toward my neck and start lightly brushing her fingertips on it. It didn't tickle that bad but it was still enough to make me giggle and squirm. She added "Not picking a spot just means that I tickle wherever I want to until you cooperate and pick a spot."
I thought I'd be clever and pick a spot that wasn't ticklish. "Tickle my ears," I managed to say in between giggles. She stopped tickling my neck and smiled at me. Next, she started poking around one of my ears with one finger. It was kind of annoying but didn't really tickle.
"Are you trying to trick me, asking me to tickle spots that aren't ticklish", she asked. "Let's see what we can do here." She stopped poking my ear for a moment, and then the next thing I felt was something like a brush swirling around one of my earlobes. It wasn't unbearably tickly, but it tickled enough to get a reaction. "See, now that's better," Allison said. She started taking larger strokes with whatever that little brush was, teasing the entirety of my ear and the area around it, causing me to squirm and laugh harder. "What is that," I inquired in between laughs. The tickles stopped, and she leaned around to show me that she was holding some of her hair between her fingertips.
"Hair? You're tickling me with your hair," I asked, sounding quite confused. She replied "I wasn't sure if it would work, thanks for letting me try."
"Well, it's not like I have a lot of choice in the matter, now do I?"
"So true. Now, I believe you said ears plural, so be a good boy and hold your head still for me, or I'm going to tickle your sides." On that note, she started brushing both of my ears with what I now knew to be her hair, doubling the ticklish sensations. After a minute or so I started to squirm involuntarily. "Hold still," Allison commanded in the same stern voice she used earlier when she told me I couldn't stop her. I did my best to hold still and pondered her remarkable ability to go from cute to dominant so effortlessly. It was really getting to be too much and I started squirming again. She stopped tickling me, so I tried to play along with the game and suggested she tickle my legs next.
"No, I told you what would happen if you didn't hold your head still. You don't get to choose this time." She walked back around to the front of the chair and climbed onto the seat, pinning my legs between hers and bringing her face close to mine.
"You didn't listen to me. I was having so much fun tickling your ears but you had to be bad and move your head without permission. I think you owe me an apology," she said, again with that menacing voice from earlier. I started to tell her that I was sorry, but before I could get any words out she grabbed onto my sides and started squeezing hard. I burst out into a stream of deep laughter, gasping for air whenever I could. I kept trying to apologize for moving my head but couldn't get the words out, meanwhile she continued her assault on my sides without mercy.
"I'm UGH sorry, AHAHAHA, please stop! I'm PFFT sorry OH for moving," I pleaded with her. She looked straight into my eyes and stated "That isn't a very sincere apology. You're claiming you're sorry, but you keep laughing the whole time. Do you expect me to accept that?"
"But you're HAHAHAHA tickling EEK me! I HAHA can't help it," I begged to no avail.
"Go on, apologize already. I don't have all day you know," she informed me without relenting at all. I kept trying to apologize, and she kept telling me it wasn't good enough.
At last, she let go of my sides. "Now, go on, tell me you're sorry. And MEAN IT this time, or maybe I'll tickle your sides until your roommate gets back."
"Allison, I'm so sorry for moving my head while you were trying to tickle my ears. I should have listened to you when you asked me not to move. Please forgive me?" After saying that, I started panting like a dog, trying to catch my breath.
"OK, apology accepted," she said. "But I'm not done with you yet, tickle boy. Where next?"
To be continued...
My roommate was out of town for the weekend so I took advantage of the opportunity to have some friends from college over for a party. We watched movies, we ate, and many of us including myself had entirely too much to drink. There were around a dozen people there in total, but the attendees relevant to this story are myself and my friend and occasional tickle torturer Allison. Most of us were in T-shirts and jeans, but Allison had decided to dress up for the occasion, wearing a pretty dark blue dress with a belt around the waist, black pantyhose, and black patent leather high heels with little ankle straps and gold buckles.
Several movies, several pizzas, several beers, and several hours later most people had gone home. I felt a bit sick from having too many drinks and sat down in one of the living room chairs to rest before starting to clean up. The last thing I remembered hearing before falling asleep was Allison saying "Don't worry, I'll take care of him" as the last remaining people at the party were preparing to leave.
When I woke up I was still sitting in the same chair I had fallen asleep in. I had a bit of a headache as to be expected, and I felt a little stiff from sleeping in a chair. I was just about to stand up when I noticed that my arms were stuck behind my head. Did I really fall asleep in such a stupid position? Maybe, but this doesn't feel like my arms falling asleep. I attempted to lean forward but felt something tugging at my wrists. I felt around with my fingers and found some sort of stretchy rope pulled taut holding my arms back. I tried to move my legs but they also appeared to be restrained with something. All the trash from the party was gone, and the only item left on the floor was pair of black heels in the middle of the room. Oh boy, I bet I know who left those there and I bet I know why I'm tied to this chair.
I turned my neck to look at the couch, and sure enough there was Allison laying down reading a book, her head propped up with a couple of pillows and her bare feet on the arm of the couch facing me. She was still wearing the same blue dress she had on last night but the pantyhose and belt were gone. I had a sneaking suspicion that they were the source of my inability to move my arms and legs. Not being able to do much else, I decided to take a good look at her. She looked so sweet and innocent reading her book, and I couldn't help but notice that she had very pretty feet. They looked super soft, with deep high arches and short straight toes, milky white on her arches but pink on the balls and heels. I always had a thing for women's feet and hers were truly lovely.
I wondered if she might be ticklish herself, but before I could spend too much time daydreaming about getting some tickle revenge on her she noticed that I was awake, put down the book and exclaimed "Good Morning! How are you today?"
"I'm tied to a chair and I have a headache. Other than that I'm just peachy," I responded without much enthusiasm.
"I didn't want you to choke so I made sure you wouldn't fall over in your sleep," she responded matter-of-factly.
"Thanks for the concern. How about untying me so I can get an Aspirin and some water to take it with?" I asked impatiently.
"I'll get it for you," she said. She headed toward the bathroom and returned with the bottle of aspirin from my medicine cabinet as well as a couple of toothbrushes and a bottle of hand lotion.
"I don't need you to brush my teeth, I need an Aspirin." I reminded her. She retrieved a glass of water from the kitchen, took an Aspirin out of the bottle, and held it out in front of my face. It was cute, but also more than a litle humiliating. I opened my mouth and allowed her to drop the Aspirin on my tongue, and she carefully brought the cup of water to my lips. I took a sip and swallowed the pill. She smiled and patted me on the head.
"OK Allison, now that you're done playing nurse can you untie me? I'm not drunk anymore."
"No. I don't want to," she replied. "This is just too good an opportunity to pass up. Your roommate is back home visiting his parents and it's a Saturday morning." I knew what she was thinking, and wasn't certain whether to be scared or thrilled. She admired her handiwork in securing me to the chair with the kind of excitement normally expressed by someone who just unwrapped the Christmas present they'd been anticipating for months.
"This is going to be so much fun! I've never gotten to tickle a tied up person before!" she exclaimed.
On one hand she looked so cute and happy. On the other hand I knew this was going to suck for me. Allison was good enough at doing her thing when I was free to move, and now she had me tied to a chair.
Allison walked behind me and rested her hands on my shoulders. "I'd like to play a game with you," she said. "If you untie me I'll get the N64 hooked up and we can play Mario Kart," I offered. Allison just replied "Why would I do that? I went to so much trouble tying you up, took out the trash after your party, and even spent the night sleeping on your couch. You know what kind of game I want to play with you, and you know you can't stop me." As she spoke those words, her voice took on a more assertive tone, those last words ringing out much more ominously than you'd think possible from a cute college girl.
After a brief pause, she started to explain the rules of the game I was to be an involuntary participant in. "The way this works is that you will decide where I'm going to tickle you. I'll tickle you there until I get bored with that spot, and I'll ask you to pick another. OK?" I didn't say anything in response. A few seconds went by, and then I felt her move her hands up toward my neck and start lightly brushing her fingertips on it. It didn't tickle that bad but it was still enough to make me giggle and squirm. She added "Not picking a spot just means that I tickle wherever I want to until you cooperate and pick a spot."
I thought I'd be clever and pick a spot that wasn't ticklish. "Tickle my ears," I managed to say in between giggles. She stopped tickling my neck and smiled at me. Next, she started poking around one of my ears with one finger. It was kind of annoying but didn't really tickle.
"Are you trying to trick me, asking me to tickle spots that aren't ticklish", she asked. "Let's see what we can do here." She stopped poking my ear for a moment, and then the next thing I felt was something like a brush swirling around one of my earlobes. It wasn't unbearably tickly, but it tickled enough to get a reaction. "See, now that's better," Allison said. She started taking larger strokes with whatever that little brush was, teasing the entirety of my ear and the area around it, causing me to squirm and laugh harder. "What is that," I inquired in between laughs. The tickles stopped, and she leaned around to show me that she was holding some of her hair between her fingertips.
"Hair? You're tickling me with your hair," I asked, sounding quite confused. She replied "I wasn't sure if it would work, thanks for letting me try."
"Well, it's not like I have a lot of choice in the matter, now do I?"
"So true. Now, I believe you said ears plural, so be a good boy and hold your head still for me, or I'm going to tickle your sides." On that note, she started brushing both of my ears with what I now knew to be her hair, doubling the ticklish sensations. After a minute or so I started to squirm involuntarily. "Hold still," Allison commanded in the same stern voice she used earlier when she told me I couldn't stop her. I did my best to hold still and pondered her remarkable ability to go from cute to dominant so effortlessly. It was really getting to be too much and I started squirming again. She stopped tickling me, so I tried to play along with the game and suggested she tickle my legs next.
"No, I told you what would happen if you didn't hold your head still. You don't get to choose this time." She walked back around to the front of the chair and climbed onto the seat, pinning my legs between hers and bringing her face close to mine.
"You didn't listen to me. I was having so much fun tickling your ears but you had to be bad and move your head without permission. I think you owe me an apology," she said, again with that menacing voice from earlier. I started to tell her that I was sorry, but before I could get any words out she grabbed onto my sides and started squeezing hard. I burst out into a stream of deep laughter, gasping for air whenever I could. I kept trying to apologize for moving my head but couldn't get the words out, meanwhile she continued her assault on my sides without mercy.
"I'm UGH sorry, AHAHAHA, please stop! I'm PFFT sorry OH for moving," I pleaded with her. She looked straight into my eyes and stated "That isn't a very sincere apology. You're claiming you're sorry, but you keep laughing the whole time. Do you expect me to accept that?"
"But you're HAHAHAHA tickling EEK me! I HAHA can't help it," I begged to no avail.
"Go on, apologize already. I don't have all day you know," she informed me without relenting at all. I kept trying to apologize, and she kept telling me it wasn't good enough.
At last, she let go of my sides. "Now, go on, tell me you're sorry. And MEAN IT this time, or maybe I'll tickle your sides until your roommate gets back."
"Allison, I'm so sorry for moving my head while you were trying to tickle my ears. I should have listened to you when you asked me not to move. Please forgive me?" After saying that, I started panting like a dog, trying to catch my breath.
"OK, apology accepted," she said. "But I'm not done with you yet, tickle boy. Where next?"
To be continued...
