Ok, so I thought about that over the top personal ad that Commander put up, and thought some more, then answered it. We emailed a couple of times, but the lord hates a coward, so i agreed to meet him. We met at a diner, just like other girls have done, but we didn't stay more than a minute when he threw five dollars on the table and said, "Let's go."
"Go where?"
"you know where."
We got in his car and as soon as he turned the key, he gave me a blindfold. "Go on," he said. I put it on. in a few minutes we were across town at his house. We got in the front door and he took off the blindfold, then pointed to the closet next to me and said, "Hang yourself up."
"You mean hang my coat up?"
He shook his head. "hang yourself up."
I looked in the closet and there was a elastic bracelet or strap, wrapped around the wooden pole where coat hangers usually go.
There were no coathangers, just the pole going across and a strap. it had a hole big enough for my hand, so i put one hand in. Now I was facing away from the living room and faced into the closet.
He came from behind and led me one step into the closet, where I saw another black strap. He turned me around, then led my hand into the second strap, then tightened them in just a second. i was tied hands up, and across the pole, in a closet. It had a sliding door on both sides so there was one door closed and one door open, but soon enough he stepped in and slid the door behind him closed. It was pretty dark, just a sliver of light coming from under the door, and he was right next to me.
I had on sneakers and socks and long blue jeans, so he knelt down and traced one finger under my pants cuff, just above my sock. he traced another finger under the cuff on my other leg, and soon there was just one finger on each leg, slowly tracing across a few inches of skin. He traced across the top of my sock, then traced over bare skin again, but my jeans were a little long so he couldn't reach very far. He went behind my leg and then in front, one finger in front and one behind, for about ten minutes, and he did it so slow that I lifted my legs a little, like I was marching in a band. Oh my god that was annoying. Sometime near the end of ten minutes i was aware that my left sneaker was loose, but I don't remember him pulling at the shoelace. I kept that foot on the ground. he knew it, because soon he had both fingers sllloooowwwwly stroking across those few inches of skin under my cuff, and I had to lift my foot up. The sneaker came half off. You already know that's what he was waiting for. his fingers went right at the bottom of my sock, and I lifted the leg a little higher so my sneaker was hanging just by my toes, but he didn't pull the sneaker off - like I expected - he just let it hang there as his finger made cicles across the bottom of my foot. He did it just enough so I wouldn't drop the sneaker. I turned my foot a little left and right but he kept going slowly, and by now I figured out the sneaker itself was a surrender. if I let it drop I was signalling that I wanted more. His finger came up to my ankle and around to the other side, and I had to let go. Plop! He paused, then stroked the top of my sock. He did one finger, then two, then three, and i didn't think the top of my foot was ticklish, but it was, just a little, just so much that I had to wiggle it around, and while i was wiggling the other shoe had become untied. He stopped stroking my socked foot and returned to the other, finding bare skin under that cuff and of course i had to lift my foot and you can guess the sneaker came off a little, and he stroked my heel - I didn't know heels were ticklish - but soon enough the sneaker was hanging by my toes and he made me suffer just a little more until i flicked my sneaker off. It hit the closet wall with a big thump, but I didn't care.
All this time I still had all my clothes on, except my sneaks. As soon as he stroked across the top of both my feet i was lifting them up, like marching, trying to escape, and I started wiggling my hips and bumping into him (he was right next to me in that closet). His fingers left one foot, just for an instant, and then returned to it. My tummy felt different. He stroked my socks some more and it was about twenty seconds before i understood that he had unsnapped the top of my jeans.As long as I kept my feet on the ground he just went after the top of my socks, but as soon as i lefted one foot he reached up and pulled that zipper down and inch. He returned to my feet, and i lifted one up, and he reached up to the zipper and pulled it down another inch, and soon I was lifting my feet just a little to keep my jeans from falling down. He put one finger in the top of my left sock, then stroked the top of my foot with the otehr. I had to lift it up! He kept his finger where it was and my sock came halfway off, but i put my foot down again and he stroked some more, and I lifted my foot and the sock was halfway down my foot, and the third time he stroked my bare ankle i had to lift the foor to escape and the sock came right off.
He stopped. he waited. He stroke dthe top of my bare foot now, and I couldn't take it after tesecoso i lifted my foot, and he stroked underneath, and I slammed it down (almost stepping on his hand) and just like that he went after the other foot, which still had a sock on. My jeans were just at the widest part of my hips. I couldn't fidget anymore. I COULDN'T! but you know what happened next, he went after the bare foot, sooooo gently, sooo slowly, and i could barely stand it and i turned my feet pidgeon toed, and the jeans slid down my thighs, past my knees.
I moaned a little. He started with one finger at my knee, going in a circle, then made the circle a little wider, and a little wider more, and then the other finger started circling my other knee, and as i wriggling my legs back and forth those jeans went farther and farther down, and he returned to my feet, the tops, the bottoms, the toes, and i stepped out of the jeans to escape. He pulled them away, not too far because we were still in a front hall closet, but they could have been a mile away for all it mattered. He traced his finger up the outside of one thigh, and I whimpered because i knew what was coming, and another finger touched the other thigh, and in a few minutes he was stroking his fingers up the inside of my thighs and I could do nothing about it. I wriggled. i swayed. With each move his fingers came a bit higher, up the sides of my panties, and whenever i swayed too far his hand slipped under my blouse. It had buttones all down the front, and as he stroked my thighs with one hand and I mopved to escape, another button came undone, then both hands down to my thighs, and another sway, and in five minutes or so my blouse was completely unbuttoned, and as i swayed and wiggled it opened across my bra, hanging in front, then moving a little farther apart. He stroked his fingers across the back of my thighs, and I had no choice. I shook my whole body and the blouse went across my bra and it seemed to jump out of my blouse, pushing it as wide as possible.
My hands were tied like I was the letter T, so the blouse could not come off, but he didn't care. His fingers found my back under that blouse, and of course my back was ticklish too, and he went higher and higher in circles until he found my bra strap and that magically popped open, too. This was way more than Maryallison described on her first date with him. Maybe i said too much in the emails. He stroked his fingers down my back, then up to my shoulders, always under my blouse, but with every stroke there was another piece of untouched skin, and i wiggled and swayed to escape, and that bra opened a little more in back. My arms were spread apart and the shoulder straps could not be pulled down, but even as i thought of that he stroked across my tummy for the first time. i gasped for breath. Of course I did. He knew I would. he stroked acroiss my tummy again and i gulped, and that loose bra came higher and higher with each gulp of breath, and with each gulp he went just a little faster until i had to beg.
"Pleeeease," I said.
"Please what?"
"Please please..."
"I give up."
He paused. "You know what I want to hear."
I did know. He said in his emails what the magic word was. I closed my thighs tight.
"I surrender."
He gave one quick stroke across my tummy, then opened the sliding door. He stood up, and untied my arms. When I was free, he stepped away, and i thought he wanted take me into his bed, but he didn't. He waited. He looked at my jeans. I put them back on, then i buttoned my blouse back up, and as i tied my sneakers back on he left for the kitchen. He came back with a chocolate Hershey's kiss, and puit it to my mouth. I opened my lips and let it fall in. And then, I still can't believe it, He put the blindfold on me and we went out to his car. That was the end of our first tickle date, but you can guess that I will beg him for a second one.
"Go where?"
"you know where."
We got in his car and as soon as he turned the key, he gave me a blindfold. "Go on," he said. I put it on. in a few minutes we were across town at his house. We got in the front door and he took off the blindfold, then pointed to the closet next to me and said, "Hang yourself up."
"You mean hang my coat up?"
He shook his head. "hang yourself up."
I looked in the closet and there was a elastic bracelet or strap, wrapped around the wooden pole where coat hangers usually go.
There were no coathangers, just the pole going across and a strap. it had a hole big enough for my hand, so i put one hand in. Now I was facing away from the living room and faced into the closet.
He came from behind and led me one step into the closet, where I saw another black strap. He turned me around, then led my hand into the second strap, then tightened them in just a second. i was tied hands up, and across the pole, in a closet. It had a sliding door on both sides so there was one door closed and one door open, but soon enough he stepped in and slid the door behind him closed. It was pretty dark, just a sliver of light coming from under the door, and he was right next to me.
I had on sneakers and socks and long blue jeans, so he knelt down and traced one finger under my pants cuff, just above my sock. he traced another finger under the cuff on my other leg, and soon there was just one finger on each leg, slowly tracing across a few inches of skin. He traced across the top of my sock, then traced over bare skin again, but my jeans were a little long so he couldn't reach very far. He went behind my leg and then in front, one finger in front and one behind, for about ten minutes, and he did it so slow that I lifted my legs a little, like I was marching in a band. Oh my god that was annoying. Sometime near the end of ten minutes i was aware that my left sneaker was loose, but I don't remember him pulling at the shoelace. I kept that foot on the ground. he knew it, because soon he had both fingers sllloooowwwwly stroking across those few inches of skin under my cuff, and I had to lift my foot up. The sneaker came half off. You already know that's what he was waiting for. his fingers went right at the bottom of my sock, and I lifted the leg a little higher so my sneaker was hanging just by my toes, but he didn't pull the sneaker off - like I expected - he just let it hang there as his finger made cicles across the bottom of my foot. He did it just enough so I wouldn't drop the sneaker. I turned my foot a little left and right but he kept going slowly, and by now I figured out the sneaker itself was a surrender. if I let it drop I was signalling that I wanted more. His finger came up to my ankle and around to the other side, and I had to let go. Plop! He paused, then stroked the top of my sock. He did one finger, then two, then three, and i didn't think the top of my foot was ticklish, but it was, just a little, just so much that I had to wiggle it around, and while i was wiggling the other shoe had become untied. He stopped stroking my socked foot and returned to the other, finding bare skin under that cuff and of course i had to lift my foot and you can guess the sneaker came off a little, and he stroked my heel - I didn't know heels were ticklish - but soon enough the sneaker was hanging by my toes and he made me suffer just a little more until i flicked my sneaker off. It hit the closet wall with a big thump, but I didn't care.
All this time I still had all my clothes on, except my sneaks. As soon as he stroked across the top of both my feet i was lifting them up, like marching, trying to escape, and I started wiggling my hips and bumping into him (he was right next to me in that closet). His fingers left one foot, just for an instant, and then returned to it. My tummy felt different. He stroked my socks some more and it was about twenty seconds before i understood that he had unsnapped the top of my jeans.As long as I kept my feet on the ground he just went after the top of my socks, but as soon as i lefted one foot he reached up and pulled that zipper down and inch. He returned to my feet, and i lifted one up, and he reached up to the zipper and pulled it down another inch, and soon I was lifting my feet just a little to keep my jeans from falling down. He put one finger in the top of my left sock, then stroked the top of my foot with the otehr. I had to lift it up! He kept his finger where it was and my sock came halfway off, but i put my foot down again and he stroked some more, and I lifted my foot and the sock was halfway down my foot, and the third time he stroked my bare ankle i had to lift the foor to escape and the sock came right off.
He stopped. he waited. He stroke dthe top of my bare foot now, and I couldn't take it after tesecoso i lifted my foot, and he stroked underneath, and I slammed it down (almost stepping on his hand) and just like that he went after the other foot, which still had a sock on. My jeans were just at the widest part of my hips. I couldn't fidget anymore. I COULDN'T! but you know what happened next, he went after the bare foot, sooooo gently, sooo slowly, and i could barely stand it and i turned my feet pidgeon toed, and the jeans slid down my thighs, past my knees.
I moaned a little. He started with one finger at my knee, going in a circle, then made the circle a little wider, and a little wider more, and then the other finger started circling my other knee, and as i wriggling my legs back and forth those jeans went farther and farther down, and he returned to my feet, the tops, the bottoms, the toes, and i stepped out of the jeans to escape. He pulled them away, not too far because we were still in a front hall closet, but they could have been a mile away for all it mattered. He traced his finger up the outside of one thigh, and I whimpered because i knew what was coming, and another finger touched the other thigh, and in a few minutes he was stroking his fingers up the inside of my thighs and I could do nothing about it. I wriggled. i swayed. With each move his fingers came a bit higher, up the sides of my panties, and whenever i swayed too far his hand slipped under my blouse. It had buttones all down the front, and as he stroked my thighs with one hand and I mopved to escape, another button came undone, then both hands down to my thighs, and another sway, and in five minutes or so my blouse was completely unbuttoned, and as i swayed and wiggled it opened across my bra, hanging in front, then moving a little farther apart. He stroked his fingers across the back of my thighs, and I had no choice. I shook my whole body and the blouse went across my bra and it seemed to jump out of my blouse, pushing it as wide as possible.
My hands were tied like I was the letter T, so the blouse could not come off, but he didn't care. His fingers found my back under that blouse, and of course my back was ticklish too, and he went higher and higher in circles until he found my bra strap and that magically popped open, too. This was way more than Maryallison described on her first date with him. Maybe i said too much in the emails. He stroked his fingers down my back, then up to my shoulders, always under my blouse, but with every stroke there was another piece of untouched skin, and i wiggled and swayed to escape, and that bra opened a little more in back. My arms were spread apart and the shoulder straps could not be pulled down, but even as i thought of that he stroked across my tummy for the first time. i gasped for breath. Of course I did. He knew I would. he stroked acroiss my tummy again and i gulped, and that loose bra came higher and higher with each gulp of breath, and with each gulp he went just a little faster until i had to beg.
"Pleeeease," I said.
"Please what?"
"Please please..."
"I give up."
He paused. "You know what I want to hear."
I did know. He said in his emails what the magic word was. I closed my thighs tight.
"I surrender."
He gave one quick stroke across my tummy, then opened the sliding door. He stood up, and untied my arms. When I was free, he stepped away, and i thought he wanted take me into his bed, but he didn't. He waited. He looked at my jeans. I put them back on, then i buttoned my blouse back up, and as i tied my sneakers back on he left for the kitchen. He came back with a chocolate Hershey's kiss, and puit it to my mouth. I opened my lips and let it fall in. And then, I still can't believe it, He put the blindfold on me and we went out to his car. That was the end of our first tickle date, but you can guess that I will beg him for a second one.
Thanks for sharing your experience. 
