johnny3tears
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I finally did it! I finally had my first ever bound tickle! My best friend, Cindy, accepted this very challenge yesterday night. I was stripped down to a pair of very loose-fitting, wide legged shorts and restrained to my bed in spread eagle fashion by handcuffs, instead of the originally chosen recliner and rope. We both figured the bed would be better since we didn't want to risk breaking my chair with all the struggling I knew I was going to do in the process of her tickling me senseless lol.
She first started by lightly teasing my neck with her freshly manicured nails for a good couple of minutes before descending to my pits, which weren't ticklish at all. When I told her I wasn't ticklish there, she kinda gave me a little bit of a frown, then moved to my ribs, wiggling her fingers inbetween each rib. Now, I didn't know just how ticklish my ribs were before that night. When she hit them, I went a lil crazy, starting to move side to side, trying to deter her, which only served for her to straddle my waist and continue. She continued playing with my ribs for a good 10 mins before she started spidering her fingers up and down my sides, which were already mind-blowingly ticklish by themselves, but I guess because I was bound and couldn't move, it made them all the more ticklish.
After she spent a good 15 mins with my sides, she started skittering her fingernails all over my belly, arbitrarily wiggling her pinky finger inside my navel. I was screaming in ticklish agony within just 5 mins of that, but she stayed on my belly and navel for 10 more mins. At this time, I'm sweating bullets, which I learned real quick helped decrease the friction between her nails and my ticklish flesh. Then she moved down to my hips, lightly digging into them. If I was frantic before, I was frantic at that time. I thought I was going to go out of my mind, but I snapped myself back to reality (as hard as it was to do so) and said to myself that I could handle this. She hasn't gotten to my major weakspot yet. Which just so happened to be her next plan of attack after 5 mins...
She swiveled around, with her back towards me, which blocked me from seeing what she had planned next. After a few mins with not a single touch, I felt relieved, thinking she was second guessing herself and I'd be home free....not so lucky. I then felt her nails gliding up and down my thighs. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but my thighs are far more ticklish than any of the other tickle spots known to mankind! I was going insane, thrashing and laughing maniacally as she kept sweeping her fingers all over my thighs (top, inner, and bottom). It lasted about 10 mins. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt her right hand leave my left thigh, only to brandish a fluffy white feather, twirling it in the air, before slowly descending it on that thigh. With one hand still tickling my right thigh, the left thigh was getting the feather.
Within 5 more mins, I went into silent laughter. I no longer had a voice left. That was her cue to stop to let me catch my breath and regain my composure. So, as I was laying there, panting heavily, she got up off of my waist and the bed, then walked around to the foot of the bed, positioning herself inbetween both feet, fingers poised at the soles. She looked up at me with a wicked smile, before she moved both hands up to the top of her head, letting down her long, blonde hair from the high bun and shaking it out behind her. She then grabbed a ponytails worth of her hair, and aimed it at my left foot and winked at me, before she finally glided the ponytail up and down the sole and across my toes while her free hand was getting busy gliding all 5 nails up and down the sole of my right foot. I arched my back and let out a piercing wail followed by maniacal laughter.
Within 10 mins of tickling my left foot with her hair and my right foot with her free hand, I was again reduced to silent laughter. All my strength was drained to the point where I wasn't even struggling anymore. My body was quivering, skin matted to the sheets, and she still kept at it. Even stopped using her hand for my right foot and replacing it with twin feathers. She slowed down a bit, but didn't show any real indication of stopping soon. Luckily for me, I was able to find enough strength in my voice to finally say "Red", which was the safeword we decided upon. She stopped, untied me, went downstairs, grabbed a glass of water, came back up and helped me sit up enough to sip at it graciously. She tossled with what was left of my hair since I had gotten a crew cut 2 weeks prior. Then grabbed her cuffs and feathers, put them in her purse, and thanked me for a wonderful time. 😀
So you see, I got a lot more than what I bargained for....and I enjoyed every single second of it...the next day (which was earlier today) she called me, wondering if I would come by her place next Saturday so I can get my "revenge". I plan on doing just that...she has no idea what she's getting herself into heh heh heh....
She first started by lightly teasing my neck with her freshly manicured nails for a good couple of minutes before descending to my pits, which weren't ticklish at all. When I told her I wasn't ticklish there, she kinda gave me a little bit of a frown, then moved to my ribs, wiggling her fingers inbetween each rib. Now, I didn't know just how ticklish my ribs were before that night. When she hit them, I went a lil crazy, starting to move side to side, trying to deter her, which only served for her to straddle my waist and continue. She continued playing with my ribs for a good 10 mins before she started spidering her fingers up and down my sides, which were already mind-blowingly ticklish by themselves, but I guess because I was bound and couldn't move, it made them all the more ticklish.
After she spent a good 15 mins with my sides, she started skittering her fingernails all over my belly, arbitrarily wiggling her pinky finger inside my navel. I was screaming in ticklish agony within just 5 mins of that, but she stayed on my belly and navel for 10 more mins. At this time, I'm sweating bullets, which I learned real quick helped decrease the friction between her nails and my ticklish flesh. Then she moved down to my hips, lightly digging into them. If I was frantic before, I was frantic at that time. I thought I was going to go out of my mind, but I snapped myself back to reality (as hard as it was to do so) and said to myself that I could handle this. She hasn't gotten to my major weakspot yet. Which just so happened to be her next plan of attack after 5 mins...
She swiveled around, with her back towards me, which blocked me from seeing what she had planned next. After a few mins with not a single touch, I felt relieved, thinking she was second guessing herself and I'd be home free....not so lucky. I then felt her nails gliding up and down my thighs. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but my thighs are far more ticklish than any of the other tickle spots known to mankind! I was going insane, thrashing and laughing maniacally as she kept sweeping her fingers all over my thighs (top, inner, and bottom). It lasted about 10 mins. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, I felt her right hand leave my left thigh, only to brandish a fluffy white feather, twirling it in the air, before slowly descending it on that thigh. With one hand still tickling my right thigh, the left thigh was getting the feather.
Within 5 more mins, I went into silent laughter. I no longer had a voice left. That was her cue to stop to let me catch my breath and regain my composure. So, as I was laying there, panting heavily, she got up off of my waist and the bed, then walked around to the foot of the bed, positioning herself inbetween both feet, fingers poised at the soles. She looked up at me with a wicked smile, before she moved both hands up to the top of her head, letting down her long, blonde hair from the high bun and shaking it out behind her. She then grabbed a ponytails worth of her hair, and aimed it at my left foot and winked at me, before she finally glided the ponytail up and down the sole and across my toes while her free hand was getting busy gliding all 5 nails up and down the sole of my right foot. I arched my back and let out a piercing wail followed by maniacal laughter.
Within 10 mins of tickling my left foot with her hair and my right foot with her free hand, I was again reduced to silent laughter. All my strength was drained to the point where I wasn't even struggling anymore. My body was quivering, skin matted to the sheets, and she still kept at it. Even stopped using her hand for my right foot and replacing it with twin feathers. She slowed down a bit, but didn't show any real indication of stopping soon. Luckily for me, I was able to find enough strength in my voice to finally say "Red", which was the safeword we decided upon. She stopped, untied me, went downstairs, grabbed a glass of water, came back up and helped me sit up enough to sip at it graciously. She tossled with what was left of my hair since I had gotten a crew cut 2 weeks prior. Then grabbed her cuffs and feathers, put them in her purse, and thanked me for a wonderful time. 😀
So you see, I got a lot more than what I bargained for....and I enjoyed every single second of it...the next day (which was earlier today) she called me, wondering if I would come by her place next Saturday so I can get my "revenge". I plan on doing just that...she has no idea what she's getting herself into heh heh heh....
