thejman454
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I wrote this story for a girl that said her fantasy was something like this so I decided to share it with you guys too. First story I’ve written.
So you come over for the Tiger King marathon. So far it is just you, me, and our friend Jeremy there. I start looking for the remote and can’t find it. I say “Kassie, can you please slide under the futon and see if the remote is under there? Pretty please!” You reluctantly agree as you can see it’s going to be a tight fit, but you want to help. You begin wedging yourself under there. You see something that looks like the remote so you being inching further and further towards it, you get all the way to the end and discover it’s just a small book.. a fiction paperback… about tickling. You then realize how vulnerable you are.
I say “nevermind Kassie, I found it. You can come out.” You try to back out but realize to your horror, you have no leverage. Every inch of you except your feet are lodged face down tightly wedged beneath the futon. I say. “Hey Kassie, you know my rules, no shoes in the house!” You feel your flats being yanked off. You try to complain but the acoustics down there are awful and you hear me say “I can barely hear you in there.” You feel the cool air on your bare sole then the worst thing possible happens. You feel a finger begin tracing its away up and down. You lose your mind. You try with all your might to get out as you erupt with laughter but it’s no use. Jeremy says “wow she’s really ticklish! And sits down at the other foot and starts stroking the other. You lose any composure you have left and begin screaming and begging but all we can hear are faint barely audible sounds.
After what seems like hours you hear the doorbell ring. Your heart leaps. Racheal and Angie, your friends are finally here. You are finally going to be rescued. Racheal walks in and sees your feet poking out with Jeremy still tickling away. She says “are you guys tickling poor Kassie? She’s soooo ticklish! That’s so mean!” I say “she asked us to. She said it was a fantasy of hers. She also wants you and Angie to join in!” You try to scream this isn’t true but as the tickling won’t stop even for a second all you can get out is desperate laughter. Angie says “She has just the softest soles. I’ve always wanted to tickle her, but she jerks away every time I try. I’ll help!” They both lay on the futon and get comfortable with their bodies positioned just above your helpless soles. You thought it was bad before, but when their well manicured long nails begin dancing against your toes you begin crying with laughter. You can’t even wiggle your toes you are so tightly wedged.
You think that surely we will let you out, but you realize with horror that the show is beginning and it’s if we have forgotten you are even there. There isn’t one second where the tickling stops but we are talking about everything but what’s happening to you. You are losing your mind but we are calmly talking about the show. You realize with horror, that this movie night is going to be a long night for you.
So you come over for the Tiger King marathon. So far it is just you, me, and our friend Jeremy there. I start looking for the remote and can’t find it. I say “Kassie, can you please slide under the futon and see if the remote is under there? Pretty please!” You reluctantly agree as you can see it’s going to be a tight fit, but you want to help. You begin wedging yourself under there. You see something that looks like the remote so you being inching further and further towards it, you get all the way to the end and discover it’s just a small book.. a fiction paperback… about tickling. You then realize how vulnerable you are.
I say “nevermind Kassie, I found it. You can come out.” You try to back out but realize to your horror, you have no leverage. Every inch of you except your feet are lodged face down tightly wedged beneath the futon. I say. “Hey Kassie, you know my rules, no shoes in the house!” You feel your flats being yanked off. You try to complain but the acoustics down there are awful and you hear me say “I can barely hear you in there.” You feel the cool air on your bare sole then the worst thing possible happens. You feel a finger begin tracing its away up and down. You lose your mind. You try with all your might to get out as you erupt with laughter but it’s no use. Jeremy says “wow she’s really ticklish! And sits down at the other foot and starts stroking the other. You lose any composure you have left and begin screaming and begging but all we can hear are faint barely audible sounds.
After what seems like hours you hear the doorbell ring. Your heart leaps. Racheal and Angie, your friends are finally here. You are finally going to be rescued. Racheal walks in and sees your feet poking out with Jeremy still tickling away. She says “are you guys tickling poor Kassie? She’s soooo ticklish! That’s so mean!” I say “she asked us to. She said it was a fantasy of hers. She also wants you and Angie to join in!” You try to scream this isn’t true but as the tickling won’t stop even for a second all you can get out is desperate laughter. Angie says “She has just the softest soles. I’ve always wanted to tickle her, but she jerks away every time I try. I’ll help!” They both lay on the futon and get comfortable with their bodies positioned just above your helpless soles. You thought it was bad before, but when their well manicured long nails begin dancing against your toes you begin crying with laughter. You can’t even wiggle your toes you are so tightly wedged.
You think that surely we will let you out, but you realize with horror that the show is beginning and it’s if we have forgotten you are even there. There isn’t one second where the tickling stops but we are talking about everything but what’s happening to you. You are losing your mind but we are calmly talking about the show. You realize with horror, that this movie night is going to be a long night for you.
