So last night, my tickle buddy ("Tara") and I had some fun. She came over late after her class let out and I was already half asleep from the gym and the 9-5 grind. Earlier in the day, I had asked her to bring along a pair of nylons.
She asked what for?
Experiment, I told her.
She giggled and said she was excited for the evening. On lunch, I picked up a 50 section of 1/4in nylon rope and about 1000 yards of cotton twine. Our super ghetto methods of binding one another with torn bedsheets and bananas was wearing old.
We had been watching a bunch of videos for the past few weeks and I am finally getting to the point where I can tie what the two of us consider "sexy" knots (as in they look clean, hold well, and don't hurt or leave marks).
After hanging out for a bit, she stripped down to her bra, panties, and dark leggings. Since I absolutely hate gagging her (she doesn't really mind it, besides the dry mouth, but I think its mean), I tied her face down with her arms over her heads and let her prop herself up on a soft pillow, that way, when the inevitable screaming begins, she could scream into the pillow and muffle herself. As I've said before, our walls are paper thing, and if I didn't live in a household of all extremely sexually active twenty-somethings, I'd be getting weird looks in the hallways with the noises coming from my room.
Anyways, I bound her ankles together and went to work. As always, I start slow and tease, lightly tickling over her back, grazing her ribs, under arms and neck. I like to antagonize her a little bit while she's helpless. The mind fuck is the most powerful tool in a tickler's arsenal.
After a bit I dug my fingers into her side and played her ribcage until she started bucking and screaming, without enough control to muffle herself. At this point I hopped up and circled the bed, tracing a finger down her nylon clad legs and taking a knee at the foot of the bed. I could hear her hyperventilating a bit as I launched an all out assault on her helpless, nylon clad feet. She screamed and moaned, but was able to contain herself. I poked her behind the knees, scribble along the tops of her feet, squeezed her hips, and kept her guessing for a few minutes.
Eventually, I stretched the toes of the nylons and tied them together in a double knot. I slipped a piece of rope to help keep her feet stretched and went to town. Its amazing how the nylon pulled back COMPLETELY prevents any movement or wriggling. She reacted well to this, and I kept it up for about five more minutes.
After a half hour, I decided to give her a break.
It was time to change positions.
She stripped off her nylons and laid on her back. This time I propped a chair against the bed and pulled her ankle through the slotted back. I tied a coiled bind around her ankles, securing her to the chair, then tied her big toes and "ring" toes to the wooden frame. I bound her wrists tightly in front and let her hug the pillow.
"I promise to give your top a break for a while," I told her, seeing as she absolutely couldn't control herself, and there were people sleeping down the hall. She was fine with that, despite being desperately ticklish on them, she seems to adore having her feet tickled mercilessly. So that's just what I did.
I started out lightly, getting her giggling and squirming a bit, tracing circles and drawing a single nail up and down her bare soles. I'd intermitently spider my fingers from balls to heels, and eventually grabbed for the lotion. After another five or so minutes, I grabbed a ball point pen, to which she had some intense twitching reactions. I had a soft hair brush near my bed, and when I applied it to her delicate soles, she shrieked and rolled back and forth. I stopped, to check on her, but she told me to go in her bag and grab her brush, "because it had tougher bristles!" she said. Oh boy! 😀
I started dragging it lightly, but then decided, "what the fuck," and trashed her feet all over with the brush. She was in muffled hysterics and loving every minute of it. I tormented her sensitive little feet for another ten minutes before we decided to call it quits for the night. She was exhausted. Absolutely content, but totally exhausted. It was a great session.
After I untied her, I laid down on my bed. She pulled the brush across my bare feet a few times and I jerked in reaction. I've never had a brush used on my before and *did not* expect it to feel the way it felt. I think I'm in trouble the next time she gets a turn on top. Hopefully we'll get together this weekend.
Hope you enjoyed!!
She asked what for?
Experiment, I told her.
She giggled and said she was excited for the evening. On lunch, I picked up a 50 section of 1/4in nylon rope and about 1000 yards of cotton twine. Our super ghetto methods of binding one another with torn bedsheets and bananas was wearing old.
We had been watching a bunch of videos for the past few weeks and I am finally getting to the point where I can tie what the two of us consider "sexy" knots (as in they look clean, hold well, and don't hurt or leave marks).
After hanging out for a bit, she stripped down to her bra, panties, and dark leggings. Since I absolutely hate gagging her (she doesn't really mind it, besides the dry mouth, but I think its mean), I tied her face down with her arms over her heads and let her prop herself up on a soft pillow, that way, when the inevitable screaming begins, she could scream into the pillow and muffle herself. As I've said before, our walls are paper thing, and if I didn't live in a household of all extremely sexually active twenty-somethings, I'd be getting weird looks in the hallways with the noises coming from my room.
Anyways, I bound her ankles together and went to work. As always, I start slow and tease, lightly tickling over her back, grazing her ribs, under arms and neck. I like to antagonize her a little bit while she's helpless. The mind fuck is the most powerful tool in a tickler's arsenal.
After a bit I dug my fingers into her side and played her ribcage until she started bucking and screaming, without enough control to muffle herself. At this point I hopped up and circled the bed, tracing a finger down her nylon clad legs and taking a knee at the foot of the bed. I could hear her hyperventilating a bit as I launched an all out assault on her helpless, nylon clad feet. She screamed and moaned, but was able to contain herself. I poked her behind the knees, scribble along the tops of her feet, squeezed her hips, and kept her guessing for a few minutes.
Eventually, I stretched the toes of the nylons and tied them together in a double knot. I slipped a piece of rope to help keep her feet stretched and went to town. Its amazing how the nylon pulled back COMPLETELY prevents any movement or wriggling. She reacted well to this, and I kept it up for about five more minutes.
After a half hour, I decided to give her a break.
It was time to change positions.
She stripped off her nylons and laid on her back. This time I propped a chair against the bed and pulled her ankle through the slotted back. I tied a coiled bind around her ankles, securing her to the chair, then tied her big toes and "ring" toes to the wooden frame. I bound her wrists tightly in front and let her hug the pillow.
"I promise to give your top a break for a while," I told her, seeing as she absolutely couldn't control herself, and there were people sleeping down the hall. She was fine with that, despite being desperately ticklish on them, she seems to adore having her feet tickled mercilessly. So that's just what I did.
I started out lightly, getting her giggling and squirming a bit, tracing circles and drawing a single nail up and down her bare soles. I'd intermitently spider my fingers from balls to heels, and eventually grabbed for the lotion. After another five or so minutes, I grabbed a ball point pen, to which she had some intense twitching reactions. I had a soft hair brush near my bed, and when I applied it to her delicate soles, she shrieked and rolled back and forth. I stopped, to check on her, but she told me to go in her bag and grab her brush, "because it had tougher bristles!" she said. Oh boy! 😀
I started dragging it lightly, but then decided, "what the fuck," and trashed her feet all over with the brush. She was in muffled hysterics and loving every minute of it. I tormented her sensitive little feet for another ten minutes before we decided to call it quits for the night. She was exhausted. Absolutely content, but totally exhausted. It was a great session.
After I untied her, I laid down on my bed. She pulled the brush across my bare feet a few times and I jerked in reaction. I've never had a brush used on my before and *did not* expect it to feel the way it felt. I think I'm in trouble the next time she gets a turn on top. Hopefully we'll get together this weekend.
Hope you enjoyed!!
