thedaveman167
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Well, I learned my lesson the hard way and I got myself in a whole lot of trouble. This story is true:
A couple of weeks ago I was talking a big game to a friend of mine, Stephanie. She's from Dallas and I'm from the Los Angeles area. She's a huge fan of the Mavericks and I'm a big Lakers fan. So, naturally, when the two teams met in the playoffs, a bet just seemed natural.
So we were texting back and forth about what the bet should be... Now, I've known Stephanie for a long time and I've always known she's pretty damn ticklish. I'll grab her side from time to time and she'll scream loudly. So I proposed the bet:
"If the Lakers win the series, you agree to be tied to my bed and tickled for 20 minutes."
She said, "Haha, ok, well if the Lakers win you're in for the exact same treatment mister."
I quickly agreed, knowing the Lakers would win the series since they were big favorites.
Well things didn't turn out quite as planned. The Mavericks won game 1 and game 2 and I started getting a little nervous. I'm a really ticklish guy and Stephanie, although she seems innocent enough, was surely capable of going through with this bet. But I was still confident in the Lakers and Stephanie texted me after game 2, "You want to call off that bet yet, Mister?"
I, of course, said "no."
She was talking smack and said, "Ok, well it looks like they're going to just sweep them so I hope you're ready for a good tickling!"
I came back with "Ha, if they sweep them, I'll do my 20 minutes of tickling blindfolded and gagged." I said it thinking there was NO WAY the Lakers would lose 4 in a row and I was just being cocky.
Sometimes being cocky isn't such a great thing, I've learned. So, the Lakers lost the next two games and I lost the bet. Stephanie texted me that night, "You're dead."
For a couple days I was able to casually put off the "paying up" part of the bet. But I had set it up so perfectly for her to come over after work a couple days later so I COULD TIE HER UP that it was damn near impossible to get out of. So she came over and she had a little bag with her. We chit-chatted for a bit and she asked me if I was "ready to pay up?" I said yes and we went into my bedroom.
I figured it wouldn't be so bad. I don't have posts on my bed or a headboard, so she probably wouldn't be able to get me very good. Well, I was wrong... yet again.
She asked me to lay back and she reached into her bag and pulled out a small blindfold mask. She threw it to me and said, "Put that on, mister." She had a sly grin which made me even more nervous, my heart was pounding by this point.
So I put the blindfold on and laid back down, then I heard her going through the bag and I heard the sounds of velcro being undone and she took my left hand, put one of those velcro straps on it and then tied the long end of the strap to the bedframe. I was shocked at how quickly she was working, much less, that she had this bondage gear to begin with! Next came my left foot being strapped to the bed (I still had my shoes and socks on at this point), then my right foot and finally she asked for my right hand. There's something about that second hand being tied down that makes you really start to get nervous, I almost thought about not going through with it but she was sort of making small talk so I didn't really think about it until I was completely spread eagle on my own bed.
Then I heard one final command from her and it was to lift my head and "open my mouth." I said "Why?" She reminded me that I had agreed to blindfolded AND gagged and she quickly put in a small rubber ball gag that had holes in it so I could still breath through my mouth. She quickly fastened around my head and so there I was, wearing a teeshirt and shorts, a blindfold, a ball gag and there was not a damn thing I could do. I could barely mumble.
Then Stephanie said, "Ok, mister. 20 minutes." She said she set a timer on her Blackberry, but I couldn't really see anything or say anything. Then the tickling started...
Jesus. H. Christ. I had really really wanted to tickle this gal in the exact same position I was in, but it just didn't go my way. She started by scratching my sides, my armpits and then she "counted" my ribs by pushing on them. It was like some sort of professional tickler at work. I was squirming around all over the place and trying to keep it together. She worked her way down my legs, squeezing my knees, scratching my inner thighs, EVERYTHING you could think of, it seemed she was doing. Then she said, I'd tickle your feet but you've got your shoes on so I guess I can't.
The funny thing was for a second, I believed her. I thought "Oh, geez, that's good at least" and I expected more tickling up around my stomach.
Then, in what seemed like a flash, she grabbed each ankle, ripped my shoe clean off in what had to be one motion (reminder, I couldn't see anything) and my sock came off a split second later. The right foot was first, then came the left. Then she started to work on my left foot. It was still a little moist from sweat and it was like hell on earth. She scratched, she clawed, she used one hand to control me from thrashing and the other to tickle. It was awful. I've always kinda loved tickling but this was torture. I was thrashing around and trying to get the velcro straps to come undone. Then she moved to the other foot... scratch, claw, tickle, tickle tickle.... I was howling through the gag, I couldn't even make out words but I was starting to lose it. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to this whole thing and she was being merciless. If I'd had a safe word at this point, I couldn't have even said it much less remembered what it was. But, we had agreed from the beginning, 20 minutes non-stop.
After she was done with my feet she moved back up my legs, tickled my inner thighs and straddled me. I was sweating profusely and all of a sudden she stopped as I caught my breath and she said, "You're sweating!" I tried to say, "No shit..." but all that came out was a mumble. She got up for a second and went into my bathroom, I heard water running and she came out with a cool cloth and put it on my forehead, dabbing up the sweat on my face. She pulled the blindfold down and looked at me (I must have been such a mess). She was laughing. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole situation (which I'd brought on myself).
At this point, I figured we were almost done. She seemed a little bored. She said, "Ok, let's see how much time has gone by" She walked over to my dresser where she'd put her phone and showed me the timer. In my head, I was thinking, 12, 13, 14 minutes had gone by... hoping it was 14, but knowing it was probably more like 12.
I'm still shocked at what it said, "6 minutes, 22 seconds...23, 24, 25." I had made it through maybe 5 minutes of her tickling and another minute of her wiping sweat off my face. Then she put the blindfold back down over my head and started back at the tickling.
This time, she didn't stop. She just kept going. It was torturous. She tickled my underarms, my sides, my stomach. My thighs, my knees, my feet again and again and again. She used light touches and grabbed. It was seriously like she'd done this a million times before and was just messing with me. At the beginning, I'll admit it... I was a little aroused by the whole thing. By the time she was done, I was a quivering mess. Not aroused one bit. I just wanted it to stop. The thing that sucked was that I had agreed to this whole bet willingly! She finally stopped tickling around 17 minutes and she took the gag off my mouth. I was so tired, so worn out from struggling at the straps that I just laid there silent. Breathing. She was laughing and said, "Don't ever bet on the Lakers."
Boy, I will NEVER forget that. This just happened a few days ago and I've been trying to find the time to share it with you all. Hope you can enjoy it! I'm still working on a way to get my payback!
-D
A couple of weeks ago I was talking a big game to a friend of mine, Stephanie. She's from Dallas and I'm from the Los Angeles area. She's a huge fan of the Mavericks and I'm a big Lakers fan. So, naturally, when the two teams met in the playoffs, a bet just seemed natural.
So we were texting back and forth about what the bet should be... Now, I've known Stephanie for a long time and I've always known she's pretty damn ticklish. I'll grab her side from time to time and she'll scream loudly. So I proposed the bet:
"If the Lakers win the series, you agree to be tied to my bed and tickled for 20 minutes."
She said, "Haha, ok, well if the Lakers win you're in for the exact same treatment mister."
I quickly agreed, knowing the Lakers would win the series since they were big favorites.
Well things didn't turn out quite as planned. The Mavericks won game 1 and game 2 and I started getting a little nervous. I'm a really ticklish guy and Stephanie, although she seems innocent enough, was surely capable of going through with this bet. But I was still confident in the Lakers and Stephanie texted me after game 2, "You want to call off that bet yet, Mister?"
I, of course, said "no."
She was talking smack and said, "Ok, well it looks like they're going to just sweep them so I hope you're ready for a good tickling!"
I came back with "Ha, if they sweep them, I'll do my 20 minutes of tickling blindfolded and gagged." I said it thinking there was NO WAY the Lakers would lose 4 in a row and I was just being cocky.
Sometimes being cocky isn't such a great thing, I've learned. So, the Lakers lost the next two games and I lost the bet. Stephanie texted me that night, "You're dead."
For a couple days I was able to casually put off the "paying up" part of the bet. But I had set it up so perfectly for her to come over after work a couple days later so I COULD TIE HER UP that it was damn near impossible to get out of. So she came over and she had a little bag with her. We chit-chatted for a bit and she asked me if I was "ready to pay up?" I said yes and we went into my bedroom.
I figured it wouldn't be so bad. I don't have posts on my bed or a headboard, so she probably wouldn't be able to get me very good. Well, I was wrong... yet again.
She asked me to lay back and she reached into her bag and pulled out a small blindfold mask. She threw it to me and said, "Put that on, mister." She had a sly grin which made me even more nervous, my heart was pounding by this point.
So I put the blindfold on and laid back down, then I heard her going through the bag and I heard the sounds of velcro being undone and she took my left hand, put one of those velcro straps on it and then tied the long end of the strap to the bedframe. I was shocked at how quickly she was working, much less, that she had this bondage gear to begin with! Next came my left foot being strapped to the bed (I still had my shoes and socks on at this point), then my right foot and finally she asked for my right hand. There's something about that second hand being tied down that makes you really start to get nervous, I almost thought about not going through with it but she was sort of making small talk so I didn't really think about it until I was completely spread eagle on my own bed.
Then I heard one final command from her and it was to lift my head and "open my mouth." I said "Why?" She reminded me that I had agreed to blindfolded AND gagged and she quickly put in a small rubber ball gag that had holes in it so I could still breath through my mouth. She quickly fastened around my head and so there I was, wearing a teeshirt and shorts, a blindfold, a ball gag and there was not a damn thing I could do. I could barely mumble.
Then Stephanie said, "Ok, mister. 20 minutes." She said she set a timer on her Blackberry, but I couldn't really see anything or say anything. Then the tickling started...
Jesus. H. Christ. I had really really wanted to tickle this gal in the exact same position I was in, but it just didn't go my way. She started by scratching my sides, my armpits and then she "counted" my ribs by pushing on them. It was like some sort of professional tickler at work. I was squirming around all over the place and trying to keep it together. She worked her way down my legs, squeezing my knees, scratching my inner thighs, EVERYTHING you could think of, it seemed she was doing. Then she said, I'd tickle your feet but you've got your shoes on so I guess I can't.
The funny thing was for a second, I believed her. I thought "Oh, geez, that's good at least" and I expected more tickling up around my stomach.
Then, in what seemed like a flash, she grabbed each ankle, ripped my shoe clean off in what had to be one motion (reminder, I couldn't see anything) and my sock came off a split second later. The right foot was first, then came the left. Then she started to work on my left foot. It was still a little moist from sweat and it was like hell on earth. She scratched, she clawed, she used one hand to control me from thrashing and the other to tickle. It was awful. I've always kinda loved tickling but this was torture. I was thrashing around and trying to get the velcro straps to come undone. Then she moved to the other foot... scratch, claw, tickle, tickle tickle.... I was howling through the gag, I couldn't even make out words but I was starting to lose it. I couldn't believe that I had agreed to this whole thing and she was being merciless. If I'd had a safe word at this point, I couldn't have even said it much less remembered what it was. But, we had agreed from the beginning, 20 minutes non-stop.
After she was done with my feet she moved back up my legs, tickled my inner thighs and straddled me. I was sweating profusely and all of a sudden she stopped as I caught my breath and she said, "You're sweating!" I tried to say, "No shit..." but all that came out was a mumble. She got up for a second and went into my bathroom, I heard water running and she came out with a cool cloth and put it on my forehead, dabbing up the sweat on my face. She pulled the blindfold down and looked at me (I must have been such a mess). She was laughing. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of the whole situation (which I'd brought on myself).
At this point, I figured we were almost done. She seemed a little bored. She said, "Ok, let's see how much time has gone by" She walked over to my dresser where she'd put her phone and showed me the timer. In my head, I was thinking, 12, 13, 14 minutes had gone by... hoping it was 14, but knowing it was probably more like 12.
I'm still shocked at what it said, "6 minutes, 22 seconds...23, 24, 25." I had made it through maybe 5 minutes of her tickling and another minute of her wiping sweat off my face. Then she put the blindfold back down over my head and started back at the tickling.
This time, she didn't stop. She just kept going. It was torturous. She tickled my underarms, my sides, my stomach. My thighs, my knees, my feet again and again and again. She used light touches and grabbed. It was seriously like she'd done this a million times before and was just messing with me. At the beginning, I'll admit it... I was a little aroused by the whole thing. By the time she was done, I was a quivering mess. Not aroused one bit. I just wanted it to stop. The thing that sucked was that I had agreed to this whole bet willingly! She finally stopped tickling around 17 minutes and she took the gag off my mouth. I was so tired, so worn out from struggling at the straps that I just laid there silent. Breathing. She was laughing and said, "Don't ever bet on the Lakers."
Boy, I will NEVER forget that. This just happened a few days ago and I've been trying to find the time to share it with you all. Hope you can enjoy it! I'm still working on a way to get my payback!
-D
