beerbaron2
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2013
- Messages
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The Story So Far
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The Rules of the Game
Although Liv Morgan had been in more hotel rooms through the years than she ever could count, Toni Storm has assimilated her distinct personality into her room for the convention.
Colorful scarves lay draped over an unused desk chair. A pair of fuzzy heeled slippers on the floor near one side of the bed. Toni’s red heels, which she had worn to the convention but been out of more than they had been on her feet, haphazardly thrown in the foyer where she had kicked them off upon entry.
Toni, who had changed into a robe of medium length, to cover a tank top and shorts, lolled back in the chair she was occupied, legs dangling over one arm, in the midst of an extravagant full body stretch.
Liv sat cross-legged on one end of the couch in a graphic tee and sweats, her designer sneakers placed together neatly under the coffee table in front of her and her socks most definitely still on her feet. Her hoodie had been draped over the nearest arm of the couch.
In front of them, on the table, sat a room service tray holding the scant remains of dinner: pasta and salad with garlic bread.
“More tea, darling?” Toni said. The fabric of her robe swished gently against her thigh as she leaned for a travel kettle on an electronic cup warmer, scuffed and worn from years of hard travel.
“I’m good. Still a little surprised. I thought you'd have champagne…” Liv said, sipping instead from a hot pink reusable water bottle.
“My dear Liv, clarity is half of the battle when it comes to performance…” Toni replied as she poured herself another cup.
Following the chaos of their shared display at the convention, both felt they had earned something quieter and private. Toni’s room – a suite, to be specific – provided a fine setting.
To discuss … and to explore.
Liv broke the silence by uncurling her legs and extending them toward Toni, flexing her feet in the Timeless One's direction.
"Don't you think you should continue what you started?"
A corner of Toni's mouth curled in a smirk.
"Why dear Liv, you'll have to be more specific..."
Toni leaned forward from her seat, now able to reach Liv's feet. "Are we talking care..." She began kneading Liv’s right sole with a moderate pressure. "Or something more daring?" A scrape of two fingernails up the socked left sole, producing a ticklish squeak.
"How about a little of both?”
Another swish of fabric as Toni moved to the other end of the couch. Once settled, she lightly tapped her thighs. Liv, unasked, dropped her feet into Toni’s lap. Toni initiated a massage, focusing on both arches. Liv leaned back. A couple of moments later, a low groan and “Damn that feels good after today…”
“Might I suggest it would feel even better if you chose to shed your armor?” Toni said, now working her way up to the toes with firm pressure.
Liv slightly raised her head, arching an eyebrow at Toni. “Just because I initiated doesn't mean I am done protecting myself.”
Toni nodded. “Honest and true,” she said. “But so is this.”
A change in pressure with the thumbs, now running them across both arches to tickle rather than soothe. Measured and deliberate.
Liv reacted: a tightening of the shoulders, a hitch in her breath, a jerk of her ankles. But she did not explode in laughter.
Nor did she pull away.
“Dangerous,” Liv muttered.
“Because you don't know what I'm doing from where you are,” Toni said softly. “But is it tolerable?”
A second pass of thumbs across arches elicited a squirm and forced smile from Liv.
“For now…” Liv said, then with more resolve, “Socks stay on.”
Toni nodded. At the same time, she quickened her pace and lightened her touch, now tracing all over Liv’s socked soles The change in tempo and tactics produced a steady stream of giggles from the WWE star.
“Ok! Ok! That’s worse,” Liv said.
Smirking, Toni began to venture into new territory.
Brushing the Achilles tendon only yielded a twitch or two.
Tracing up and down the sides provoked another gasp and giggles.
Running her fingers gently along the tops of the feet elicited a squeal.
“Oh man, tops too?!?” Liv squeaked out.
“Apparently,” Toni replied.
Now back to the soles with long sweeping strokes. Even through the socks it was too much. Liv hugged one of the couch pillows to her chest and buried her face in it, overcome by the laughter until she lifted her head enough to holler out, “Timeout! Pause!”
Toni immediately stopped and transitioned to massage again. Liv started to jerk back her feet until she recognized the change in sensation.
Liv, breathing hard, demonstrated the cardio required for the ring as she quickly regained her faculties. “I don’t know how you can like that.”
“I don’t why you insist that you don’t. No one had you strapped down, dear.”
“Sure, I mean, sometimes a little tickle might be fun. I guess,” Liv said, a blush slowly growing on her cheeks. “But not like you.”
“I enjoy the back and forth of it, darling,” Toni said, her thumbs pressing into the fabric covering Liv’s arches. “I like giving… leading someone to their limits and, if they wish, beyond them.
“I enjoy receiving,” Toni said, increasing the pressure from her thumbs. “Letting someone see past the persona and the performance. Us in the stocks at the convention? That was performance, darling. Theater. But here? Just you and me? That’s different. It’s intimacy. Transparency. Truth.”
By now, Toni had completely dropped the voice of “Timeless” Toni and instead, speaking in a soft voice colored by her natural Australian accent, she told Liv how it all began.
Toni had been eighteen, working a part-time job at a food stand she barely remembered and likely no longer existed to make extra money before moving to England to continue her professional wrestling training. Another girl worked there, too – also eighteen, a friend and not a girlfriend, although that line blurred several times in those weeks. “A buxom redhead,” Toni said, briefly lapsing back into character.
It started one afternoon during a rush. The worker area of the food stand had tight quarters, and Toni had accidentally brushed the side of her friend reaching to restock cups. Toni’s maybe-more-than-a-friend coworker threw her head back in an unabashed laugh. Toni didn’t think a thing of it the rest of the day.
Near the end of the shift, as they were closing up and Toni was stocking cups on an overhead shelf, Toni felt a pair of hands plunge into her armpits. She shrieked and twisted in the tickly grasp, tumbling to a seated position in the floor to see her redheaded co-worker standing over her with a smirk. “Your turn,” she said.
It continued from there, in the ensuing shifts, one reciprocal strike after another. A poke to the side as the other reached. A brush behind the knee while trying to take an order. A finger scrape up the sole if, after the shift, one of them slipped off their shoes to let tired feet breathe.
Within the week, the exploration extended to after work, when there were fewer rules and, often, fewer items of clothing. The line between friend and “something more” grew increasingly faint. Then, it ended as quickly as it began, with Toni off to England.
“It’s about joy, you see,” Toni said. “Not dominance. Not cruelty. Never either of those. There’s a difference between a person defending against uttering a laugh and having it taken from them. They are two entirely different things, and I have never had any desire to explore that other thing.”
Liv sat, listened and, if she was fully honest, was thoroughly enjoying the foot massage that continued throughout Toni’s tale.
“It doesn’t matter whether it’s in public or in private,” Toni said, “or who is giving or who is receiving. When it’s real, everyone involved feels it.”
“Feels…”
“The joy, darling. The joy. It’s mutual, you see,” Toni said, pausing the massage to open and close her fingers. That smirk returned to her face. “This part is not something I mention often.”
“How come?”
“Why should I justify why I enjoy something when the fact that I enjoy it should suffice?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“Hmm” Toni said, then continuing with more of her character present, “I suppose I trusted the audience.”
Liv drew her feet back slowly, and held her hands out to Toni. With a bemused look on her face, Toni swung her legs around until Liv took hold of her ankles and began a reciprocal massage.
“So how did it work?” Liv asked. “With your friend.”
Toni’s persona had returned now: “It went much as she said in that initial foray. We took turns. Even when we began to, ahem, play in private, we would rotate. No one would remain the subject for the entire evening.”
Liv gulped at the mention of being tickled all night. “Seems reasonable,” she said.
“There were clear stopping points. If either of us said ‘Stop’, or ‘Pause’, all the tickling ceased right away.”
“Makes sense.”
“No ambushes, just… announced surprises. And any escalation only occurred with consent. No pushing at closed doors. Only those that the other allowed to be opened. As for pushing boundaries and threshholds… that happened by mutual agreement. Always.”
“Boundaries and threshholds, you say…” Liv trailed off, as her massage shifted to fingers trailing many of the same paths that had been explored moments ago on her own feet.
Toni chuckled and inhaled quickly, but didn’t pull away. If anything, her feet leaned forward into Liv’s fingers, which now traced up and down the sides.
“Ooh!”
“Uh oh, another new spot,” Liv said, an eager smile appearing. Hands shifted. “The soles, however… still sensitive.”
Toni started laughing out loud, a low chuckle. “Extravagantly so, darling.”
Liv picked up the pace. Toni’s laughter increased in rhythm and volume, punctuated by a snort. The sudden utterance made Liv pause her own ministrations, and both dissolved into laughter.
“See what I mean, darling?” Toni said. “Tickling isn’t just about wiggling your fingers and getting a few laughs. There’s as much satisfaction to be had in the anticipation, on either side. The crescendo. The vulnerability…”
Toni drew back her right foot, then poked at Liv’s side with her big toe.
“Ack!”
The foot remained in place, toes wiggling persistently.
“Yes, there’s the spot I recall discovering during our charitable endeavor,” Toni said. “Quite illuminating indeeheheheed!”
Liv had retaliated with a quick spidering of her short-nailed fingers on the arch of Toni’s suddenly aggressive bare foot. The Timeless One quickly withdrew it, biting her own lip with a smile.
“You just like the chaos,” Liv said.
Toni countered: “The control and surrender. It’s quite enjoyable.”
“That’s not a denial of the chaos.”
“It is not.”
The two women paused, multiple ticklish target areas in reach of the other. The silence had a chance to breathe and expand, filling a hotel suite that now felt smaller.
“There’s something you should know,” Liv said, her tone becoming serious.
Toni raised her eyebrows in inquiry.
“I remember I’m not the only one who has ticklish sides,” Liv said, a nanosecond before she pounced.
“Oh shit!” Toni said, as Liv kneaded her ribcage on both sides with both hands at once. “Naahahahaha!”
Toni kicked her feet underneath Liv, now kneeling on top of her, before retaliating with some side squeezes of her own. Haphazard, but effective, Liv retreated squealing. A back-and-forth exchange of rib tickles continued for the next minute or so, like watching two wrestlers trade strikes during a match. Finally, Toni, in pursuit, grabbed Liv by one ankle and reached for the edge of her sock.
“Pause!” Liv called out.
Toni’s hand remained in place near Liv’s foot, but did not further engage.
“That’s close,” Liv observed.
“I know,” Toni answered.
Several beats of silence passed. Neither acknowledged it, but both could feel the transformation – that an evening that began as a dinner between friendly rivals and changed into something… else. No definition or label could apply, only an acknowledgment it was something more than it had been when they first entered the suite.
Liv leaned back against the arm of the couch, withdrawing from immediate reach of Toni’s hands, but extending her legs toward Toni as the Timeless One mirrored the pose. Their feet lightly brushed against one another. Not to tickle. Just… making contact.
“So these games you played with your friend from the food stand,” Liv said.
“Yes, the buxom redhead!”
“Right. … Ever… with anyone else?”
“Engage in play? Why, of course, darling. But finding a willing partner in that framework with any consistency has proven difficult.”
“Maybe it’s time,” she said.
Toni did not respond right away, but gently offered, “One might say it’s long overdue. And one day… you might not need the armor.”
Toni poked at Liv’s socked soles with her own toes as she delivered the final word.
Liv raised her face to meet Toni’s eyes.
“Maybe.”
The future sparkled with possibilities.
To Be Continued
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
The Rules of the Game
Although Liv Morgan had been in more hotel rooms through the years than she ever could count, Toni Storm has assimilated her distinct personality into her room for the convention.
Colorful scarves lay draped over an unused desk chair. A pair of fuzzy heeled slippers on the floor near one side of the bed. Toni’s red heels, which she had worn to the convention but been out of more than they had been on her feet, haphazardly thrown in the foyer where she had kicked them off upon entry.
Toni, who had changed into a robe of medium length, to cover a tank top and shorts, lolled back in the chair she was occupied, legs dangling over one arm, in the midst of an extravagant full body stretch.
Liv sat cross-legged on one end of the couch in a graphic tee and sweats, her designer sneakers placed together neatly under the coffee table in front of her and her socks most definitely still on her feet. Her hoodie had been draped over the nearest arm of the couch.
In front of them, on the table, sat a room service tray holding the scant remains of dinner: pasta and salad with garlic bread.
“More tea, darling?” Toni said. The fabric of her robe swished gently against her thigh as she leaned for a travel kettle on an electronic cup warmer, scuffed and worn from years of hard travel.
“I’m good. Still a little surprised. I thought you'd have champagne…” Liv said, sipping instead from a hot pink reusable water bottle.
“My dear Liv, clarity is half of the battle when it comes to performance…” Toni replied as she poured herself another cup.
Following the chaos of their shared display at the convention, both felt they had earned something quieter and private. Toni’s room – a suite, to be specific – provided a fine setting.
To discuss … and to explore.
Liv broke the silence by uncurling her legs and extending them toward Toni, flexing her feet in the Timeless One's direction.
"Don't you think you should continue what you started?"
A corner of Toni's mouth curled in a smirk.
"Why dear Liv, you'll have to be more specific..."
Toni leaned forward from her seat, now able to reach Liv's feet. "Are we talking care..." She began kneading Liv’s right sole with a moderate pressure. "Or something more daring?" A scrape of two fingernails up the socked left sole, producing a ticklish squeak.
"How about a little of both?”
Another swish of fabric as Toni moved to the other end of the couch. Once settled, she lightly tapped her thighs. Liv, unasked, dropped her feet into Toni’s lap. Toni initiated a massage, focusing on both arches. Liv leaned back. A couple of moments later, a low groan and “Damn that feels good after today…”
“Might I suggest it would feel even better if you chose to shed your armor?” Toni said, now working her way up to the toes with firm pressure.
Liv slightly raised her head, arching an eyebrow at Toni. “Just because I initiated doesn't mean I am done protecting myself.”
Toni nodded. “Honest and true,” she said. “But so is this.”
A change in pressure with the thumbs, now running them across both arches to tickle rather than soothe. Measured and deliberate.
Liv reacted: a tightening of the shoulders, a hitch in her breath, a jerk of her ankles. But she did not explode in laughter.
Nor did she pull away.
“Dangerous,” Liv muttered.
“Because you don't know what I'm doing from where you are,” Toni said softly. “But is it tolerable?”
A second pass of thumbs across arches elicited a squirm and forced smile from Liv.
“For now…” Liv said, then with more resolve, “Socks stay on.”
Toni nodded. At the same time, she quickened her pace and lightened her touch, now tracing all over Liv’s socked soles The change in tempo and tactics produced a steady stream of giggles from the WWE star.
“Ok! Ok! That’s worse,” Liv said.
Smirking, Toni began to venture into new territory.
Brushing the Achilles tendon only yielded a twitch or two.
Tracing up and down the sides provoked another gasp and giggles.
Running her fingers gently along the tops of the feet elicited a squeal.
“Oh man, tops too?!?” Liv squeaked out.
“Apparently,” Toni replied.
Now back to the soles with long sweeping strokes. Even through the socks it was too much. Liv hugged one of the couch pillows to her chest and buried her face in it, overcome by the laughter until she lifted her head enough to holler out, “Timeout! Pause!”
Toni immediately stopped and transitioned to massage again. Liv started to jerk back her feet until she recognized the change in sensation.
Liv, breathing hard, demonstrated the cardio required for the ring as she quickly regained her faculties. “I don’t know how you can like that.”
“I don’t why you insist that you don’t. No one had you strapped down, dear.”
“Sure, I mean, sometimes a little tickle might be fun. I guess,” Liv said, a blush slowly growing on her cheeks. “But not like you.”
“I enjoy the back and forth of it, darling,” Toni said, her thumbs pressing into the fabric covering Liv’s arches. “I like giving… leading someone to their limits and, if they wish, beyond them.
“I enjoy receiving,” Toni said, increasing the pressure from her thumbs. “Letting someone see past the persona and the performance. Us in the stocks at the convention? That was performance, darling. Theater. But here? Just you and me? That’s different. It’s intimacy. Transparency. Truth.”
By now, Toni had completely dropped the voice of “Timeless” Toni and instead, speaking in a soft voice colored by her natural Australian accent, she told Liv how it all began.
Toni had been eighteen, working a part-time job at a food stand she barely remembered and likely no longer existed to make extra money before moving to England to continue her professional wrestling training. Another girl worked there, too – also eighteen, a friend and not a girlfriend, although that line blurred several times in those weeks. “A buxom redhead,” Toni said, briefly lapsing back into character.
It started one afternoon during a rush. The worker area of the food stand had tight quarters, and Toni had accidentally brushed the side of her friend reaching to restock cups. Toni’s maybe-more-than-a-friend coworker threw her head back in an unabashed laugh. Toni didn’t think a thing of it the rest of the day.
Near the end of the shift, as they were closing up and Toni was stocking cups on an overhead shelf, Toni felt a pair of hands plunge into her armpits. She shrieked and twisted in the tickly grasp, tumbling to a seated position in the floor to see her redheaded co-worker standing over her with a smirk. “Your turn,” she said.
It continued from there, in the ensuing shifts, one reciprocal strike after another. A poke to the side as the other reached. A brush behind the knee while trying to take an order. A finger scrape up the sole if, after the shift, one of them slipped off their shoes to let tired feet breathe.
Within the week, the exploration extended to after work, when there were fewer rules and, often, fewer items of clothing. The line between friend and “something more” grew increasingly faint. Then, it ended as quickly as it began, with Toni off to England.
“It’s about joy, you see,” Toni said. “Not dominance. Not cruelty. Never either of those. There’s a difference between a person defending against uttering a laugh and having it taken from them. They are two entirely different things, and I have never had any desire to explore that other thing.”
Liv sat, listened and, if she was fully honest, was thoroughly enjoying the foot massage that continued throughout Toni’s tale.
“It doesn’t matter whether it’s in public or in private,” Toni said, “or who is giving or who is receiving. When it’s real, everyone involved feels it.”
“Feels…”
“The joy, darling. The joy. It’s mutual, you see,” Toni said, pausing the massage to open and close her fingers. That smirk returned to her face. “This part is not something I mention often.”
“How come?”
“Why should I justify why I enjoy something when the fact that I enjoy it should suffice?”
“Didn’t you just do that?”
“Hmm” Toni said, then continuing with more of her character present, “I suppose I trusted the audience.”
Liv drew her feet back slowly, and held her hands out to Toni. With a bemused look on her face, Toni swung her legs around until Liv took hold of her ankles and began a reciprocal massage.
“So how did it work?” Liv asked. “With your friend.”
Toni’s persona had returned now: “It went much as she said in that initial foray. We took turns. Even when we began to, ahem, play in private, we would rotate. No one would remain the subject for the entire evening.”
Liv gulped at the mention of being tickled all night. “Seems reasonable,” she said.
“There were clear stopping points. If either of us said ‘Stop’, or ‘Pause’, all the tickling ceased right away.”
“Makes sense.”
“No ambushes, just… announced surprises. And any escalation only occurred with consent. No pushing at closed doors. Only those that the other allowed to be opened. As for pushing boundaries and threshholds… that happened by mutual agreement. Always.”
“Boundaries and threshholds, you say…” Liv trailed off, as her massage shifted to fingers trailing many of the same paths that had been explored moments ago on her own feet.
Toni chuckled and inhaled quickly, but didn’t pull away. If anything, her feet leaned forward into Liv’s fingers, which now traced up and down the sides.
“Ooh!”
“Uh oh, another new spot,” Liv said, an eager smile appearing. Hands shifted. “The soles, however… still sensitive.”
Toni started laughing out loud, a low chuckle. “Extravagantly so, darling.”
Liv picked up the pace. Toni’s laughter increased in rhythm and volume, punctuated by a snort. The sudden utterance made Liv pause her own ministrations, and both dissolved into laughter.
“See what I mean, darling?” Toni said. “Tickling isn’t just about wiggling your fingers and getting a few laughs. There’s as much satisfaction to be had in the anticipation, on either side. The crescendo. The vulnerability…”
Toni drew back her right foot, then poked at Liv’s side with her big toe.
“Ack!”
The foot remained in place, toes wiggling persistently.
“Yes, there’s the spot I recall discovering during our charitable endeavor,” Toni said. “Quite illuminating indeeheheheed!”
Liv had retaliated with a quick spidering of her short-nailed fingers on the arch of Toni’s suddenly aggressive bare foot. The Timeless One quickly withdrew it, biting her own lip with a smile.
“You just like the chaos,” Liv said.
Toni countered: “The control and surrender. It’s quite enjoyable.”
“That’s not a denial of the chaos.”
“It is not.”
The two women paused, multiple ticklish target areas in reach of the other. The silence had a chance to breathe and expand, filling a hotel suite that now felt smaller.
“There’s something you should know,” Liv said, her tone becoming serious.
Toni raised her eyebrows in inquiry.
“I remember I’m not the only one who has ticklish sides,” Liv said, a nanosecond before she pounced.
“Oh shit!” Toni said, as Liv kneaded her ribcage on both sides with both hands at once. “Naahahahaha!”
Toni kicked her feet underneath Liv, now kneeling on top of her, before retaliating with some side squeezes of her own. Haphazard, but effective, Liv retreated squealing. A back-and-forth exchange of rib tickles continued for the next minute or so, like watching two wrestlers trade strikes during a match. Finally, Toni, in pursuit, grabbed Liv by one ankle and reached for the edge of her sock.
“Pause!” Liv called out.
Toni’s hand remained in place near Liv’s foot, but did not further engage.
“That’s close,” Liv observed.
“I know,” Toni answered.
Several beats of silence passed. Neither acknowledged it, but both could feel the transformation – that an evening that began as a dinner between friendly rivals and changed into something… else. No definition or label could apply, only an acknowledgment it was something more than it had been when they first entered the suite.
Liv leaned back against the arm of the couch, withdrawing from immediate reach of Toni’s hands, but extending her legs toward Toni as the Timeless One mirrored the pose. Their feet lightly brushed against one another. Not to tickle. Just… making contact.
“So these games you played with your friend from the food stand,” Liv said.
“Yes, the buxom redhead!”
“Right. … Ever… with anyone else?”
“Engage in play? Why, of course, darling. But finding a willing partner in that framework with any consistency has proven difficult.”
“Maybe it’s time,” she said.
Toni did not respond right away, but gently offered, “One might say it’s long overdue. And one day… you might not need the armor.”
Toni poked at Liv’s socked soles with her own toes as she delivered the final word.
Liv raised her face to meet Toni’s eyes.
“Maybe.”
The future sparkled with possibilities.
To Be Continued
