Part #1
Amy had a tough time in her senior year of high school. She had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago and still couldn’t pass her drivers test to get her license. But the toughest challenge was passing her science class. Amy was able to get most of the teachers to give her passing grades. Just looking at her great body and long jet black hair and blue eyes. She stood five foot five and had such beautiful legs and a tiny waist. She weighed nearly 100 pounds and had the prettiest size six feet.
Her science class was the toughest class she has ever had. She needed a C- to pass, but her teacher was content to give her an F and wasn’t about to make any changes. Then, with only two weeks away before she was suppose to graduate, Amy decided to take a desperate route to get out of failing and graduate with the rest of her class.
Amy arrived to her class wearing a pink tank top and a white button up blouse. She had white knee socks and pink sneakers and was wearing a red, pink, and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long black hair was banded into two long ponytails.
Just after her class had ended, everyone was heading home. Amy waited for the classroom to be empty with only her and Mr. Hudson. She approached Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson...Could I talk to you?” said a nervous but seductive Amy.
“What is it Amy?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I know my grades aren’t very good in your class and I know I won’t be able to get a passing grade, but I just have to graduate this year with my class.”
“Well Amy, I have told you before about extra credit and how you have a week to turn in any two extra credit topics to get a passing grade. Haven’t you even started on any?”
Amy began to approach Mr. Hudson and was seductively getting really close to him.
“Not really. I’ve been really busy at home. But I was wondering if there was an alternative extra credit project I could do that didn’t require lots of writing…..reading…….or…….studying.
Mr. Hudson began to get horny. He didn’t want anyone seeing but Amy moved to quickly. Mr. Hudson was about forty years old and was six foot three and weighed about 250 pounds.
“Well…Ah…..What did you have in mind Amy? Said Mr. Hudson.
Amy crawled onto his desk and placed her head near his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Mr. Hudson was shocked with what Amy had said and was also excited. He smiled at her and said maybe tonight he would look over her grade and asked her to stop by his house to start on her special extra credit project. He gave her his address.
“Don’t worry Mr. Hudson, I’ll bring everything. And this is just between you and me.” Said Amy as she began to leave.
Later that night, Amy arrived to Mr. Hudson’s house wearing the same school outfit she had on earlier with a backpack book bag filled with things she would need. Amy rang Mr. Hudson’s doorbell.
“Hi Amy! It’s great you could come over. I cleaned up so the place would look better.” Said Mr. Hudson.
Mr. Hudson was a divorced father of two sons. They lived with his ex wife. So he was living alone.
“Would you like a drink Amy?
“No thanks, I just wanted to get started so I can be home by eleven. My parents think I went to the movies with some friends. Besides, my book bag is heavy and I need to put it down.”
“Oh, I see. Well then, let me show you to the bedroom.”
Mr. Hudson led Amy down the hall and into his bedroom. Amy took off her sneakers and walked over to the bed.
“Wow! This is a large bed. I like the metal poles. I hope they will hold.”
She took off her backpack book bag and placed it on the bed.
“Boy, that was heavy.” Said Amy.
“What do you have in there?” said Mr. Hudson.
“Oh…You’ll see.” Giggled Amy.
She unzipped it and began to remove the contents from the bag. She removed 8 heavy leather restraints, a dog collar, a waist restraint, 12 padlocks, a bunch of chain, a blindfold, and a ball gag, some duct tape, and a pair of scissors. Amy began to place chains all over the bed. She locked them down with some of the padlocks. She then began to cut the toe areas off her knee socks.
“Why are you doing that Amy?”
“To give you better access to my feet silly.”
Amy rolled the cut section up to her ankle. Her toe nails were painted a nice pink. Amy then began to lock the restraints to the chains on the bed. She then pulled out a clock. She zipped up her bag and threw it on the floor. She set the clock and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. The clock said 7:15PM. She then removed her blouse, tank top and bra. She left her knee socks which were cut and rolled at her feet and her skirt. She then sat on the bed and called over to Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson, I think I’m going to need your help. Could you….strap me in?”
Mr. Hudson walked over to the bed. Amy laid back and Mr. Hudson began to strap the restraints on to her feet.
“Make sure they are nice and tight so I can’t get away.”
“Don’t worry Amy. You won’t be going anywhere.”
Mr. Hudson strapped her feet tight and then did the same just above her knees. He then locked her waist up. Mr. Hudson then straddled Amy at the waist and started locking her arms just above the elbows. Amy was giggling in anticipation for the fun to begin.
“Uh…There. Your right wrist is ready. How is it?”
“Mmm….nice and tight. Uh….I can’t get it loose either.”
Mr. Hudson then took her left hand and kissed it. Amy smiled and looked into Mr. Hudson’s eyes.
“Do it.” Said Amy.
Mr. Hudson then locked her left hand into place and then went to her neck.
“I don’t think I’ll strap your neck into place.”
“But I want you to.” Said Amy
“I’m afraid of choking you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just lock it in place. I want to be as helpless as I can.”
“If you’re sure about this?”
Mr. Hudson locked Amy’s neck into the collar. He didn’t lock it tight because he was afraid of choking her.
“Well then Amy, are you ready to play?”
“Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The duct tape. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Tape my fingers up.”
“Why?”
“Because I might try and pick the locks or try and undo the restraints.”
“The way you are bound right now, you can barely move your wrists, so it’s impossible for you to get your fingers to the buckles.”
“I know, but it’s sort of a sensory thing.”
“Oh……I see.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tape up Amy’s fingers with the duct tape. When he was finished, he then straddled her again.
“Now Amy, are you ready to struggle for your life?”
“Not yet.”
“Now what?”
“The blindfold. You need to cover my eyes up.”
“Hmm…..More sensory I see. If that’s what you want me to do, then I can do it.”
Mr. Hudson then began to blindfold Amy.
“What about this ball gag Amy?”
“Yes, gag me.”
“If you insist.”
Mr. Hudson was just about to gag her.
“WAIT!!” screamed Amy.
“Are you okay?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I forgot to tell you. First, hit the button on top of the clock. It’s set for 10:00PM which is one hour before I’m supposed to be home. That’s when the alarm goes off. When it does, you need to unchain me from the bed. Okay.”
“Sure, anything else?”
“Yes, be mean and brutal to me. Don’t be easy and never stop until the alarm goes off at 10:00 PM.”
“No problem.”
Mr. Hudson then placed the gag into Amy’s mouth and strapped it on. He then began to cut large strips of duct tape from the roll. He started placing them over the gag. Amy didn’t ask for the gag to be taped up, but she was feeling excited over the sensory depravation she was going to have when the TICKLING was going to begin. But suddenly, Amy realized, she was in trouble. She forgot to tell Mr. Hudson what the safety signal and safe word were going to be. She started to panic. She couldn’t get him to listen to her. Mr. Hudson still had Amy straddled at the waist and was ready to unload his tickling wrath on her. Amy struggled and struggled trying to get loose. She was screaming under her gag.
“MMHHMMHMH…WHAAAAMMMMMHHHWW!!!”
“Amy, I haven’t even started and you are already bucking like a bronco.”
Amy was doing everything she could to get Mr. Hudson’s attention. Mr. Hudson then put his head down towards Amy’s
“Amy is something wrong?”
“PMMPLMMEAMMSE…..WHHHAHAIAHMMHT.”
“Oh, you want me to start now. Okay.”
“NHHMOO”
Part #2
Mr. Hudson was working over Amy’s armpits and ribs. She was struggling hard to get free. Panic began to set in her.
“Is Amy ticklish in her cute little armpits?” Said Mr. Hudson.
“I love to tickle armpits. So nice and so smooth.”
“NOOO…..Mmphh…..SOOPP.” screamed Amy through her gag.”
“What about your ribs? Are they ticklish too?”
Amy was pulling with all her might, but the restrains holding her in place were budging.
“I see your ribs are really ticklish. Why don’t we count them together?”
Amy didn’t want to count her ribs, but Mr. Hudson wanted to make sure Amy got her grade and added some educational fun to her session.
“Lets see, 1….2….3….4….5…..darn, you moved. We have to start again.”
The young girl screamed each time he poked a rib.
“1….2….3…4….what comes after 4 Amy?”
“FFFAAHHV!”
“What was that? I don’t understand you.”
“FFFAAHHV!”
“Lets try this again. 1….2….3…4…Do you know what comes next?”
“FFFAAHHVV…..FFFAHHV!”
“Did you say 4? 4 is the wrong answer. We’ll have to start all over.”
“NOOO……..FFFAAHHVV!”
Mr. Hudson repeated this game over and over for the next 30 minutes. He then began to play with Amy’s cute little nipples.
“I bet your nipples are sensitive.”
Mr. Hudson began to rub the tips of her nipples with his fingers. He then got an idea of a fun game to play.
“Let’s play radio. I’m going to tune in to a radio station and find some songs. You need to tell me who sang them. Okay.”
Amy just laid back and let Mr. Hudson have his way with her. But her opportunity to get his attention was about to come. Mr. Hudson had to take Amy’s gag off. Once the gag was removed, Amy began to explain to Mr. Hudson about the safeword and safety signals that she had planned out before she was gagged.
“Mr. Hudson, please take off the blindfold.”
“Sure Amy.”
Mr. Hudson removed the blindfold and looked into Amy’s eyes. They were red and watery from crying.
“I forgot to tell you about the safeword and safety signals that I was going to use so you would know when to stop and give me a break.”
“Oh, sure Amy, just tell me what you came up with.”
“Well….”
Amy paused and began thinking. She knew that Mr. Hudson was a nice man and that he would be easy on her if she wanted him, but Amy started feeling very aroused over the intense tickling with the restrictive bondage.
“My safeword will be apples.”
“Apples hey, well, how do you like these APPLES!”
Just then, Mr. Hudson began tickling Amy’s ribs and belly hard. Amy screamed and laughed louder and louder.
“Does Amy like apples? Huh, Does little Amy like apples?”
“YES!......YES!.......MORE!.......PLEASE GIVE ME MORE…HAHAHAHA!”
“5..4..3..2..1..TICKLES!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Lets work those pits some more. Ready?”
“MMM……Yessss…….I want more.”
“Then here we go. 5..4..3..2..1..TICKLES!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
Mr. Hudson kept tickling Amy like this for about an hour. Amy said her safeword about seven times during this part of the session. Mr. Hudson looked over at the clock and it read 9:04.
“Just 56 minutes left my little ticklish Amy.”
“Let’s play the radio game you were going to play earlier.”
“Sure, I will tweak your little nipples to a channel and play a song. You need to answer the group or person who plays the song in order to make the sensations stop.”
“Okay, tweak my nipples baby.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tweak Amy’s little nipples. He started singing a song.
“Bermuda, Jamaica, Oh I want to take you…”
“HAHAHAHAHA……..The Beach Boys…..HAHAHAHA”
“Very good. Well, here’s the next one……..All the trees are brown and the skies are gray….”
“HAHAHAHA….I DON”T KNOW THIS ONE.”
“Well you better find out fast.”
“HAHAHA….But this isn’t from my time…….NOOOO…..HAHAHA.”
“Are you trying to say I’m old Amy?”
“NOOO…….PLEASE……HAHAHAHAHA!”
Mr. Hudson tweaked her nipples and then dug his fingers into her underarms.
“I guess this means your in some serious trouble now doesn’t it Amy.”
“YES…..HAHAHAHA……YES!”
Mr. Hudson played this game with Amy for the next 30 minutes. He used songs from the 60’s and 70’s because he knew Amy would have made the game easy with songs from her time generation. When Mr. Hudson looked at the clock, it said 9:37.
“I think it’s time I check out your feet.”
“Yes, I like my feet being tickled.”
“You do huh. Well, why don’t I make those cute little things squirm?”
“Okay.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tickle Amy’s cute little size sixes. As he touched them, her feet began to jerk hard.
“These cute little things aren’t going anywhere are they?”
“Haha….Nope…..I guess I’m fucked.”
“Huh, what naughty language. I guess this means I will need to take it to the extreme.”
With that, Mr. Hudson dug hard into her soles and didn’t let up. Amy was tugging harder and harder on the restraints. But she knew that she wasn’t getting away.
“HAHAHAH……STOP…..STOP!”
“You’ve been a very bad girl Amy, and you need to be punished.”
“I’M SORRY……I DIDN”T MEAN TO…..HAHAHA!”
“Sorry doesn’t work with me little girl.”
“OKAY……..YES…….HAHAHA……YES…..MORE……MORE!”
He tickled Amy’s feet for the remainder of time. The clock then went off.
“Well, that’s it Amy. I think it’s time for you to get home before your parents have a cow.”
Mr. Hudson then left the room and returned with a knife. He climbed back on the bed and went to cut the tape from around Amy’s fingers. Then Amy stopped him.
“Wait, I want to ask you a favor.” Said Amy.
“What type of a favor?”
“My parents are gone for the weekend and won’t be back till sometime Monday morning. I was wondering if I could stay with you.”
“I’m sorry Amy, but you can’t.”
“Please, let me stay. I could…..well…….I could be …..your tickle slave all weekend.”
“What…..I don’t think so Amy. I have lots of things to do. Papers to grade.”
“I’ll make you a deal.”
Amy started to use her seductive charms on Mr. Hudson.
“If you let me stay with you for the weekend, I will…..Mmmmmhh.”
Amy started giggling.
“You will what Amy?”
“I will give you full control. No safewords, no safety signals, no mercy, anything goes.”
“Are you insane.”
“Hmm…..Maybe.”
Mr. Hudson got off the bed and walked over to his closet and pulled out a video camera. He then got a ski mask and brought them over to the bed. He turned on the camera and began to record Amy.
“Amy, I want you to tell everyone at home who you are and why you are here.”
“Okay, my name is Amy, I’m 18, and I here to spend the weekend with Mr. Hudson to be his tickle slave.”
“Now my little tickle slave, tell them what the rules for this weekend will be.”
“We don’t have any rules.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“We’re not using one.”
“What about safety signals?”
“We’re not using any.”
“So what would my little tickle slave like me to do to her?”
“Umm…….Fuck me up.”
Mr. Hudson then stop recording and put down the camera. He undid the dog collar and placed the ski mask over her head. Then he strapped a blindfold over the eyes. Then left for a couple of minutes. When he returned, he had a bottle of water and a straw. He told Amy to have a drink. Amy drank down the bottle of water.
“Thank you master.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to begin?”
“Your wish is my command master.”
Mr. Hudson then strapped a ball gag into her mouth and then began to lock the dog collar back on her neck. He then gave her a quick tickle under her arms.
“Tomorrow, you are going to know the meaning of fear and pure tickle hell. And by the way, you better not piss the bed. Because if you do, your really going to be fucked.”
Mr. Hudson left the room. He went to the living room and went to sleep on the couch. As for Amy, she laid in the darkness and awaited her faith for this weekend. But her true fears started then because she had to pee.
Amy had a tough time in her senior year of high school. She had just turned eighteen a few weeks ago and still couldn’t pass her drivers test to get her license. But the toughest challenge was passing her science class. Amy was able to get most of the teachers to give her passing grades. Just looking at her great body and long jet black hair and blue eyes. She stood five foot five and had such beautiful legs and a tiny waist. She weighed nearly 100 pounds and had the prettiest size six feet.
Her science class was the toughest class she has ever had. She needed a C- to pass, but her teacher was content to give her an F and wasn’t about to make any changes. Then, with only two weeks away before she was suppose to graduate, Amy decided to take a desperate route to get out of failing and graduate with the rest of her class.
Amy arrived to her class wearing a pink tank top and a white button up blouse. She had white knee socks and pink sneakers and was wearing a red, pink, and black plaid schoolgirl skirt. Her long black hair was banded into two long ponytails.
Just after her class had ended, everyone was heading home. Amy waited for the classroom to be empty with only her and Mr. Hudson. She approached Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson...Could I talk to you?” said a nervous but seductive Amy.
“What is it Amy?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I know my grades aren’t very good in your class and I know I won’t be able to get a passing grade, but I just have to graduate this year with my class.”
“Well Amy, I have told you before about extra credit and how you have a week to turn in any two extra credit topics to get a passing grade. Haven’t you even started on any?”
Amy began to approach Mr. Hudson and was seductively getting really close to him.
“Not really. I’ve been really busy at home. But I was wondering if there was an alternative extra credit project I could do that didn’t require lots of writing…..reading…….or…….studying.
Mr. Hudson began to get horny. He didn’t want anyone seeing but Amy moved to quickly. Mr. Hudson was about forty years old and was six foot three and weighed about 250 pounds.
“Well…Ah…..What did you have in mind Amy? Said Mr. Hudson.
Amy crawled onto his desk and placed her head near his shoulder and whispered into his ear. Mr. Hudson was shocked with what Amy had said and was also excited. He smiled at her and said maybe tonight he would look over her grade and asked her to stop by his house to start on her special extra credit project. He gave her his address.
“Don’t worry Mr. Hudson, I’ll bring everything. And this is just between you and me.” Said Amy as she began to leave.
Later that night, Amy arrived to Mr. Hudson’s house wearing the same school outfit she had on earlier with a backpack book bag filled with things she would need. Amy rang Mr. Hudson’s doorbell.
“Hi Amy! It’s great you could come over. I cleaned up so the place would look better.” Said Mr. Hudson.
Mr. Hudson was a divorced father of two sons. They lived with his ex wife. So he was living alone.
“Would you like a drink Amy?
“No thanks, I just wanted to get started so I can be home by eleven. My parents think I went to the movies with some friends. Besides, my book bag is heavy and I need to put it down.”
“Oh, I see. Well then, let me show you to the bedroom.”
Mr. Hudson led Amy down the hall and into his bedroom. Amy took off her sneakers and walked over to the bed.
“Wow! This is a large bed. I like the metal poles. I hope they will hold.”
She took off her backpack book bag and placed it on the bed.
“Boy, that was heavy.” Said Amy.
“What do you have in there?” said Mr. Hudson.
“Oh…You’ll see.” Giggled Amy.
She unzipped it and began to remove the contents from the bag. She removed 8 heavy leather restraints, a dog collar, a waist restraint, 12 padlocks, a bunch of chain, a blindfold, and a ball gag, some duct tape, and a pair of scissors. Amy began to place chains all over the bed. She locked them down with some of the padlocks. She then began to cut the toe areas off her knee socks.
“Why are you doing that Amy?”
“To give you better access to my feet silly.”
Amy rolled the cut section up to her ankle. Her toe nails were painted a nice pink. Amy then began to lock the restraints to the chains on the bed. She then pulled out a clock. She zipped up her bag and threw it on the floor. She set the clock and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed. The clock said 7:15PM. She then removed her blouse, tank top and bra. She left her knee socks which were cut and rolled at her feet and her skirt. She then sat on the bed and called over to Mr. Hudson.
“Mr. Hudson, I think I’m going to need your help. Could you….strap me in?”
Mr. Hudson walked over to the bed. Amy laid back and Mr. Hudson began to strap the restraints on to her feet.
“Make sure they are nice and tight so I can’t get away.”
“Don’t worry Amy. You won’t be going anywhere.”
Mr. Hudson strapped her feet tight and then did the same just above her knees. He then locked her waist up. Mr. Hudson then straddled Amy at the waist and started locking her arms just above the elbows. Amy was giggling in anticipation for the fun to begin.
“Uh…There. Your right wrist is ready. How is it?”
“Mmm….nice and tight. Uh….I can’t get it loose either.”
Mr. Hudson then took her left hand and kissed it. Amy smiled and looked into Mr. Hudson’s eyes.
“Do it.” Said Amy.
Mr. Hudson then locked her left hand into place and then went to her neck.
“I don’t think I’ll strap your neck into place.”
“But I want you to.” Said Amy
“I’m afraid of choking you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just lock it in place. I want to be as helpless as I can.”
“If you’re sure about this?”
Mr. Hudson locked Amy’s neck into the collar. He didn’t lock it tight because he was afraid of choking her.
“Well then Amy, are you ready to play?”
“Not yet.”
“What’s wrong?”
“The duct tape. I need you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Tape my fingers up.”
“Why?”
“Because I might try and pick the locks or try and undo the restraints.”
“The way you are bound right now, you can barely move your wrists, so it’s impossible for you to get your fingers to the buckles.”
“I know, but it’s sort of a sensory thing.”
“Oh……I see.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tape up Amy’s fingers with the duct tape. When he was finished, he then straddled her again.
“Now Amy, are you ready to struggle for your life?”
“Not yet.”
“Now what?”
“The blindfold. You need to cover my eyes up.”
“Hmm…..More sensory I see. If that’s what you want me to do, then I can do it.”
Mr. Hudson then began to blindfold Amy.
“What about this ball gag Amy?”
“Yes, gag me.”
“If you insist.”
Mr. Hudson was just about to gag her.
“WAIT!!” screamed Amy.
“Are you okay?” said Mr. Hudson.
“I forgot to tell you. First, hit the button on top of the clock. It’s set for 10:00PM which is one hour before I’m supposed to be home. That’s when the alarm goes off. When it does, you need to unchain me from the bed. Okay.”
“Sure, anything else?”
“Yes, be mean and brutal to me. Don’t be easy and never stop until the alarm goes off at 10:00 PM.”
“No problem.”
Mr. Hudson then placed the gag into Amy’s mouth and strapped it on. He then began to cut large strips of duct tape from the roll. He started placing them over the gag. Amy didn’t ask for the gag to be taped up, but she was feeling excited over the sensory depravation she was going to have when the TICKLING was going to begin. But suddenly, Amy realized, she was in trouble. She forgot to tell Mr. Hudson what the safety signal and safe word were going to be. She started to panic. She couldn’t get him to listen to her. Mr. Hudson still had Amy straddled at the waist and was ready to unload his tickling wrath on her. Amy struggled and struggled trying to get loose. She was screaming under her gag.
“MMHHMMHMH…WHAAAAMMMMMHHHWW!!!”
“Amy, I haven’t even started and you are already bucking like a bronco.”
Amy was doing everything she could to get Mr. Hudson’s attention. Mr. Hudson then put his head down towards Amy’s
“Amy is something wrong?”
“PMMPLMMEAMMSE…..WHHHAHAIAHMMHT.”
“Oh, you want me to start now. Okay.”
“NHHMOO”
Part #2
Mr. Hudson was working over Amy’s armpits and ribs. She was struggling hard to get free. Panic began to set in her.
“Is Amy ticklish in her cute little armpits?” Said Mr. Hudson.
“I love to tickle armpits. So nice and so smooth.”
“NOOO…..Mmphh…..SOOPP.” screamed Amy through her gag.”
“What about your ribs? Are they ticklish too?”
Amy was pulling with all her might, but the restrains holding her in place were budging.
“I see your ribs are really ticklish. Why don’t we count them together?”
Amy didn’t want to count her ribs, but Mr. Hudson wanted to make sure Amy got her grade and added some educational fun to her session.
“Lets see, 1….2….3….4….5…..darn, you moved. We have to start again.”
The young girl screamed each time he poked a rib.
“1….2….3…4….what comes after 4 Amy?”
“FFFAAHHV!”
“What was that? I don’t understand you.”
“FFFAAHHV!”
“Lets try this again. 1….2….3…4…Do you know what comes next?”
“FFFAAHHVV…..FFFAHHV!”
“Did you say 4? 4 is the wrong answer. We’ll have to start all over.”
“NOOO……..FFFAAHHVV!”
Mr. Hudson repeated this game over and over for the next 30 minutes. He then began to play with Amy’s cute little nipples.
“I bet your nipples are sensitive.”
Mr. Hudson began to rub the tips of her nipples with his fingers. He then got an idea of a fun game to play.
“Let’s play radio. I’m going to tune in to a radio station and find some songs. You need to tell me who sang them. Okay.”
Amy just laid back and let Mr. Hudson have his way with her. But her opportunity to get his attention was about to come. Mr. Hudson had to take Amy’s gag off. Once the gag was removed, Amy began to explain to Mr. Hudson about the safeword and safety signals that she had planned out before she was gagged.
“Mr. Hudson, please take off the blindfold.”
“Sure Amy.”
Mr. Hudson removed the blindfold and looked into Amy’s eyes. They were red and watery from crying.
“I forgot to tell you about the safeword and safety signals that I was going to use so you would know when to stop and give me a break.”
“Oh, sure Amy, just tell me what you came up with.”
“Well….”
Amy paused and began thinking. She knew that Mr. Hudson was a nice man and that he would be easy on her if she wanted him, but Amy started feeling very aroused over the intense tickling with the restrictive bondage.
“My safeword will be apples.”
“Apples hey, well, how do you like these APPLES!”
Just then, Mr. Hudson began tickling Amy’s ribs and belly hard. Amy screamed and laughed louder and louder.
“Does Amy like apples? Huh, Does little Amy like apples?”
“YES!......YES!.......MORE!.......PLEASE GIVE ME MORE…HAHAHAHA!”
“5..4..3..2..1..TICKLES!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Lets work those pits some more. Ready?”
“MMM……Yessss…….I want more.”
“Then here we go. 5..4..3..2..1..TICKLES!”
“HAHAHAHAHA!”
Mr. Hudson kept tickling Amy like this for about an hour. Amy said her safeword about seven times during this part of the session. Mr. Hudson looked over at the clock and it read 9:04.
“Just 56 minutes left my little ticklish Amy.”
“Let’s play the radio game you were going to play earlier.”
“Sure, I will tweak your little nipples to a channel and play a song. You need to answer the group or person who plays the song in order to make the sensations stop.”
“Okay, tweak my nipples baby.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tweak Amy’s little nipples. He started singing a song.
“Bermuda, Jamaica, Oh I want to take you…”
“HAHAHAHAHA……..The Beach Boys…..HAHAHAHA”
“Very good. Well, here’s the next one……..All the trees are brown and the skies are gray….”
“HAHAHAHA….I DON”T KNOW THIS ONE.”
“Well you better find out fast.”
“HAHAHA….But this isn’t from my time…….NOOOO…..HAHAHA.”
“Are you trying to say I’m old Amy?”
“NOOO…….PLEASE……HAHAHAHAHA!”
Mr. Hudson tweaked her nipples and then dug his fingers into her underarms.
“I guess this means your in some serious trouble now doesn’t it Amy.”
“YES…..HAHAHAHA……YES!”
Mr. Hudson played this game with Amy for the next 30 minutes. He used songs from the 60’s and 70’s because he knew Amy would have made the game easy with songs from her time generation. When Mr. Hudson looked at the clock, it said 9:37.
“I think it’s time I check out your feet.”
“Yes, I like my feet being tickled.”
“You do huh. Well, why don’t I make those cute little things squirm?”
“Okay.”
Mr. Hudson then began to tickle Amy’s cute little size sixes. As he touched them, her feet began to jerk hard.
“These cute little things aren’t going anywhere are they?”
“Haha….Nope…..I guess I’m fucked.”
“Huh, what naughty language. I guess this means I will need to take it to the extreme.”
With that, Mr. Hudson dug hard into her soles and didn’t let up. Amy was tugging harder and harder on the restraints. But she knew that she wasn’t getting away.
“HAHAHAH……STOP…..STOP!”
“You’ve been a very bad girl Amy, and you need to be punished.”
“I’M SORRY……I DIDN”T MEAN TO…..HAHAHA!”
“Sorry doesn’t work with me little girl.”
“OKAY……..YES…….HAHAHA……YES…..MORE……MORE!”
He tickled Amy’s feet for the remainder of time. The clock then went off.
“Well, that’s it Amy. I think it’s time for you to get home before your parents have a cow.”
Mr. Hudson then left the room and returned with a knife. He climbed back on the bed and went to cut the tape from around Amy’s fingers. Then Amy stopped him.
“Wait, I want to ask you a favor.” Said Amy.
“What type of a favor?”
“My parents are gone for the weekend and won’t be back till sometime Monday morning. I was wondering if I could stay with you.”
“I’m sorry Amy, but you can’t.”
“Please, let me stay. I could…..well…….I could be …..your tickle slave all weekend.”
“What…..I don’t think so Amy. I have lots of things to do. Papers to grade.”
“I’ll make you a deal.”
Amy started to use her seductive charms on Mr. Hudson.
“If you let me stay with you for the weekend, I will…..Mmmmmhh.”
Amy started giggling.
“You will what Amy?”
“I will give you full control. No safewords, no safety signals, no mercy, anything goes.”
“Are you insane.”
“Hmm…..Maybe.”
Mr. Hudson got off the bed and walked over to his closet and pulled out a video camera. He then got a ski mask and brought them over to the bed. He turned on the camera and began to record Amy.
“Amy, I want you to tell everyone at home who you are and why you are here.”
“Okay, my name is Amy, I’m 18, and I here to spend the weekend with Mr. Hudson to be his tickle slave.”
“Now my little tickle slave, tell them what the rules for this weekend will be.”
“We don’t have any rules.”
“What’s your safeword?”
“We’re not using one.”
“What about safety signals?”
“We’re not using any.”
“So what would my little tickle slave like me to do to her?”
“Umm…….Fuck me up.”
Mr. Hudson then stop recording and put down the camera. He undid the dog collar and placed the ski mask over her head. Then he strapped a blindfold over the eyes. Then left for a couple of minutes. When he returned, he had a bottle of water and a straw. He told Amy to have a drink. Amy drank down the bottle of water.
“Thank you master.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to begin?”
“Your wish is my command master.”
Mr. Hudson then strapped a ball gag into her mouth and then began to lock the dog collar back on her neck. He then gave her a quick tickle under her arms.
“Tomorrow, you are going to know the meaning of fear and pure tickle hell. And by the way, you better not piss the bed. Because if you do, your really going to be fucked.”
Mr. Hudson left the room. He went to the living room and went to sleep on the couch. As for Amy, she laid in the darkness and awaited her faith for this weekend. But her true fears started then because she had to pee.
