--- Of the various ladies about whom I've written in here, Dory was the most openly and unabashedly fetish-oriented. She readily adapted to my foot- and tickling fetishes, but submissive bondage was her great love,.... she literally craved it, once even asking me to tie her to the bed before I left for work. She also was incredibly ticklish,....every square inch of her body,.. and she routinely climaxed from a good tickling. A natural consequence of Dory's "wide open-ness" was that we explored a little more,... our toys were a little more radical,... we revelled in our mutual deviance. Good times.
--- One of Dory's favorite little scenarios was to be tied standing up -- the bedroom had exposed joists -- and to be teased and tickled in that posture, her arms tied to the overhead joists. Obviously no foot tickling here, since she was standing on her feet,... but her ribs and underarms were probably her most ticklish spots, anyway. Once when I was tickling her in this manner,.... and she had been shrieking to the high heavens for quite a few minutes,... she simply yelled for me to catch her.. and then went into a shuddering climax and collapsed. I grabbed her and held her up,.. otherwise she would have been dangling from the ropes around her wrists,... and we didn't want any of that. I held her until she regained some of her composure,... That was Dory's first "tickle-climax" and it got me to thinking.
--- I made a "device." No point in going into the engineering details, because I could go off the deep end with technical crap, ok? It was just a phallic object which Dory could "wear" while standing and being tickled. Held in place by your standard garter belt, eh? I figured that if Dory could climax while being tickled standing up,... then having this "presence" inside her body would only improve her chances, right?
--- Right. The trial run was a howling success. I tickled the daylights out of Dory's armpits,.... she screamed, squirmed and struggled and finally climaxed herself into a near-coma,.... from which she emerged a few minutes later and announced that she was naming my invention, "Willie." Ok.
--- Willie saw plenty of action in the next few weeks. I would tie Dory's arms suspended to the joists,... then send Willie into the game,... make fast the garter belt connections,... and then tie Dory's ankles together,.... a little extra "compression," huh? It worked great.
--- But one early evening when Dory and I were commencing play,... the first tickles had barely started,... when a car pulled into the driveway and there was a knock on the door. Business associate. Had to deal with it. I quickly untied Dory's arms,... told her she could get the rest of the ropes,. and I raced downstairs.
--- It was a real estate developer with whom I was doing a couple of projects. Nice guy. I welcomed him in and got him a beer. We were sitting and talking when Dory came unsteadily down the stairs. "Hi, Clayton,... how are you?" she mumbled. She went into the kitchen,.. very wobbly,.. and I quickly joined her.
--- "Are you Ok?" I asked,.... and Dory cracked up. She beamed at me,......
--- "Oh, I'm great," she said. "Willie's still in there, though. Don't touch me 'til Clayton leaves." Dory's breathing was coming in little hitches and starts,..... she was riding the crest of her arousal and trying to fight it off.
--- I got rid of Clayton shortorder, have no fear. Dory sat on a barstool during our conversation,... even crossed one leg over the other, dangling a bare foot for me to observe,... smiling broadly,.. I think Clayton realized something was going on,.... he left shortly........ but Dory and I never made it back upstairs.....
--- I walked over and kissed her as we listened to Clayton's car starting up. "You little harlot," I teased,... and Dory jumped off the barstool and "pretended" to run away from me,.. giggling her brains out. I caught her in front of the sofa,..... and she and Willie ended up sprawled on the sofa with her bare feet in an armlock and being mercilessly tickled. Dory's screaming laughter went on for no more than two or three minutes,..... and then it became, "Ohh,.... ohh,.. ohh,.......... ohhhhhhhhhhh." Good ol' Willie.
--- We actually made coffee after that. Dory was all over herself about "practically having sex" right in front of poor Clayton, and she laughed to no end about it. "I have an even better idea," she announced.
--- "Oh? What's that?"
--- "I want to have Willie with me when we have dinner with my parents next Sunday."
--- One of Dory's favorite little scenarios was to be tied standing up -- the bedroom had exposed joists -- and to be teased and tickled in that posture, her arms tied to the overhead joists. Obviously no foot tickling here, since she was standing on her feet,... but her ribs and underarms were probably her most ticklish spots, anyway. Once when I was tickling her in this manner,.... and she had been shrieking to the high heavens for quite a few minutes,... she simply yelled for me to catch her.. and then went into a shuddering climax and collapsed. I grabbed her and held her up,.. otherwise she would have been dangling from the ropes around her wrists,... and we didn't want any of that. I held her until she regained some of her composure,... That was Dory's first "tickle-climax" and it got me to thinking.
--- I made a "device." No point in going into the engineering details, because I could go off the deep end with technical crap, ok? It was just a phallic object which Dory could "wear" while standing and being tickled. Held in place by your standard garter belt, eh? I figured that if Dory could climax while being tickled standing up,... then having this "presence" inside her body would only improve her chances, right?
--- Right. The trial run was a howling success. I tickled the daylights out of Dory's armpits,.... she screamed, squirmed and struggled and finally climaxed herself into a near-coma,.... from which she emerged a few minutes later and announced that she was naming my invention, "Willie." Ok.
--- Willie saw plenty of action in the next few weeks. I would tie Dory's arms suspended to the joists,... then send Willie into the game,... make fast the garter belt connections,... and then tie Dory's ankles together,.... a little extra "compression," huh? It worked great.
--- But one early evening when Dory and I were commencing play,... the first tickles had barely started,... when a car pulled into the driveway and there was a knock on the door. Business associate. Had to deal with it. I quickly untied Dory's arms,... told her she could get the rest of the ropes,. and I raced downstairs.
--- It was a real estate developer with whom I was doing a couple of projects. Nice guy. I welcomed him in and got him a beer. We were sitting and talking when Dory came unsteadily down the stairs. "Hi, Clayton,... how are you?" she mumbled. She went into the kitchen,.. very wobbly,.. and I quickly joined her.
--- "Are you Ok?" I asked,.... and Dory cracked up. She beamed at me,......
--- "Oh, I'm great," she said. "Willie's still in there, though. Don't touch me 'til Clayton leaves." Dory's breathing was coming in little hitches and starts,..... she was riding the crest of her arousal and trying to fight it off.
--- I got rid of Clayton shortorder, have no fear. Dory sat on a barstool during our conversation,... even crossed one leg over the other, dangling a bare foot for me to observe,... smiling broadly,.. I think Clayton realized something was going on,.... he left shortly........ but Dory and I never made it back upstairs.....
--- I walked over and kissed her as we listened to Clayton's car starting up. "You little harlot," I teased,... and Dory jumped off the barstool and "pretended" to run away from me,.. giggling her brains out. I caught her in front of the sofa,..... and she and Willie ended up sprawled on the sofa with her bare feet in an armlock and being mercilessly tickled. Dory's screaming laughter went on for no more than two or three minutes,..... and then it became, "Ohh,.... ohh,.. ohh,.......... ohhhhhhhhhhh." Good ol' Willie.
--- We actually made coffee after that. Dory was all over herself about "practically having sex" right in front of poor Clayton, and she laughed to no end about it. "I have an even better idea," she announced.
--- "Oh? What's that?"
--- "I want to have Willie with me when we have dinner with my parents next Sunday."