SubmissiveLee
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Disclaimer: this story is part true and part fictional. It took place a few years ago when I was 20+ and I was discovering tickling as a fetish. All the characters involved are legal age. Names are changed to protect their identity. It would be kinda fun to discover someone involved as a member on this forum, which is absolutely possible. Before we start, let me say you’ll never know which part of the story is true and which is fictional.
This story involves me, as I was saying, in my early 20’s. At the time tickling was still new to me as a kink. I had what I consider my initiation to this, my trigger experience in stocks during a medieval fair (you can find the full story of it through my profile), and I had just started using the web to connect with other people into it. This is how I met Sara. It was a very sad period of my life, when loneliness used to hit me hard. I started chatting with her on a kinky social, sharing the same interest for tickling and other stuff such as bondage. Since we live in the same town, after a while we decided to meet. It was amazing to connect with this young attractive woman, blonde, with big blue eyes, an athletic body and a sparkling bratty personality, which at the time was a perfect counterpart of my introvert and blushy mood. Being one of the first people I met interested in tickling, it was pretty obvious for us to share each other's preferences and experiences so far. I told her about my stocks accident and it really impressed her. That’s when she told me about the wild bunch, as she liked to call it. I couldn’t help but notice her grin while telling me about them. Basically a group of four guys her age. One of them being a slightly older distant cousin of hers, the one who introduced Sara to the rest of the gang. Four close friends connected by an intense desire to experiment sadistic practices on young ladies willing to try something extreme. And, guess what, tickling is one of those, if not their favourite. Honestly at the beginning the whole story sounded unrealistic and even weird, considering one of them is a distant cousin of hers, but she said there was nothing sexual in their activities, like no genitals, no nude. Just sadistic fun. I asked her if the pics on her profile on that fetish site had been taken by them and she said some of those were. Basically they portrayed her in several bondage scenarios right before the tickling torture began.
She gave me several details of what used to happen when they met. Generally they meet for a whole weekend in an old house outside town, property of one of them. They regularly invite her and, at times, other girls, but as far as I know she is the only one who keeps taking part in their “parties”. She explained to me the wild bunch set rules, like dresscode for the girls, who are allowed to be around barefoot only and, in general, with just a few clothes exposing the ticklish spots. The guys would generally provide for the clothes and book pedicures in advance for the girls who would spend the weekend there. Nobody is forced to play or stay of course, but if you decide to stay and take part in their games, you have to follow their rules.
Honestly my mouth was watering while she was telling me about that. Even conscious of being so ticklish and that their way to play would have been definitely too intense for me, the situation she portrayed to me matched with my torture fantasies. I was so in trance hearing her stories that she totally caught me off guard, pointing her index in my ribs and making me jump to the roof to escape her finger. She just laughed at me and told me they would have adored me if I was up to accept their invitation. That innocent index digging in my ribs was just the first of little tickle tests she made me undergo in the next weeks we met. All the times getting the same result of me laughing and squirming to avoid her devilish fingers. Fingers of someone very ticklish and who learned at her own cost what tickles the most.
Then their invitation arrived, through a simple text message. It took me several days to decide, even if Sara reassured me that the first time would have been almost only to know them, watch how they play and be at least briefly tested. This last part was enough to worry and thrill me so much. Even being super hesitant, I finally accepted. Me and her would have been the only two girls there with the four guys that weekend.
Anticipation was a killer in the next few days, making me every hour more and more nervous. A few days before the date, I received a train ticket and a receipt of a booked and paid pedicure in a beauty salon for me. They texted me to bring with me shorts and t-shirts, better if sleeveless or a crop top. The idea of becoming easy meat for a weekend was appealing and scary at the same time, to the point I had to release my tension more than once.
When I arrived on Saturday afternoon, Sara was already there. A tall guy named Nick, the distant cousin of Sara, opened the door. Sara was behind him, wearing an orange bikini and, as I discovered when I approached her to greet her, had her hands tied behind her back. Nick smiled at me and said that Sara told them great things about me. His vicious smile and the obvious implied reference to my ticklishness made my face turn violet.
The first hours were kinda calm and I thought for a second to have worried too much about what could happen. We chatted about our backgrounds and interests, to get to know each other better. Things got more explicit and Mark had me blushing so much, mentioning that Sara informed them about how ticklish I was. I had literally no air to reply, so Sara made it simple saying “she really is”, smiling at me like we were talking of the most innocent and funny weakness in the world.
It was around 8 p.m. when the situation suddenly changed and level up. Nick asked me to go in my room and change my dresses to a crop top and shorts and leave my shoes and socks there. I would have found them in the basement when I was ready. I did what I was asked and started immediately to feel more exposed. The crop top left bare a bit of the ribcage and the whole tummy, not to mention all the skin on my legs down to my feet. I remember I shivered a bit walking barefoot out from the room to join them in the basement. When I arrived, Sara was already tied up. Her hands were now straight above her head, attached to a hook on the roof through a rope. Her ankles were tied together, so were her knees and she had a blindfold covering her eyes. The rope stretched her midriff and wearing only a bikini revealed how vulnerable her situation was.
Nick asked me if Sara told me what the tickle circle was. I saw her grinning and biting her lips, probably struggling in anticipation in the dark of the blindfold. I just had the time to say no with my head, unable to speak like a little student. My mouth was completely dry, my heart was right to jump a bit. Which did right after, as I screamed for fear and surprise when I realized David was behind me, gently blocking my wrists in his hands and taking them above my head. I tried to pull them down by instinct, realizing that his hold was more firm than I could imagine. As Mark, Nick and Max took place in front of me in a semicircle, I immediately felt how vulnerable that situation was and how intense it would have been what was about to happen. I had no idea how long they would have pushed the game, but I was shivering. They kinda reassured me I would have only got a little bite of what the tickle circle was, but that I'd have had a more clear sight when it would have been Sara's turn. Thinking about it now, safe on my chair in front of my pc to write this story, I think I would have died in anticipation if I was her.
But in that particular moment, I couldn’t worry for her fate. I had to worry for mine, as the three of them were coming closer with their fingers pointed at me. I tried to free my hands with absolutely no success and started squirming as much as I could for the anxiety. The tickle storm that invested me a few seconds later was shocking. Even if they were just poking me, at least gently squeezing me all over my upper body, having six hands working on me was absolute torture. I was turned into a laughing machine gun immediately. Six hands seemed like a thousand as my pits, ribs, tummy and navel were poked alternately. They were not pushing the situation too far, it was more a dance, my body was dancing under their control. All I could do was laugh, there was no way to resist their tickling. Someone, I think Mark, commented that Sara was right, I was very ticklish and even through my laughter I heard her saying “told you”. After half a minute of that torture I was already done, completely melted. Nick, who was in the middle right in front of me, seemed particularly interested in how ticklish my navel is and kept fingering it making me squeal, while Mark and Max kept working softly but ruthless all over my sides. I was jumping on my spot, unable to save myself, when Max took the chance to raise my leg and trap my ankle in an armlock. “Your feet are ticklish, right?” I didn’t even have the time to realize what was about to happen and beg not to, that he made his fingers run all over my sole, perfectly smooth after the pedicure they booked and paid for me, making me scream at the top of my lungs. Luckily I was released after a few more seconds of that, which seemed long like eternity, and kinda collapsed to the floor to recover from too much laughing. I was invited then to sit on the couch to watch Sara’s turn.
Sara, still tied and blindfolded, was giggling, not sure if because nervous or amused by my reactions she could only hear. Probably a mix of the two. “Told you, she is so ticklish”. I asked myself how the hell she could be so little nervous knowing she was next and her time had come. But as soon as she heard the bunch’s steps towards her, all her tension became way more visible. I noticed her jumping a bit on her spot, her hands twitching, her biting her lips. What was before my eyes for the next twenty or so minutes is still the most gruesome tickling I have ever seen in real life. The four of them rounded Sara and each step the circle was closer, the more I could see her squirming in anticipation. At a certain point her sight to me was completely covered by the four of them. All I could see of her were her hands above her head twitching like mad as her laughter filled the room. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on to her, but whatever it was, it must have tickled like hell. I had no realistic idea of how ticklish Sara really was, besides what she told me, but whatever was the truth she seemed to be suffering the treatment quite a bit.
At times, but more rarely as tickling was going on, her begging would break the laughter stream. With a completely distorted voice, she was begging for stop, which of course she had not. The wild bunch kept playing and tickling no matter what, while I squirmed on my seat trying to figure out what exactly was making Sara laugh more in particular moments. At times, the circle would open a bit, giving me the sight of my poor friend at the mercy of forty fingers. Her mouth was wide open and filled with laughter. I could notice that anytime Nick and the guys were more ruthless on her pits, her laughs became more desperate, guessing that must have been a particularly ticklish spot on her. Nick was often indulging on her navel as well, making me suddenly think of when he did the same to me. I was surprised to discover Sara so vulnerable there too. She kept yelling she couldn’t take it no more, but Nick reassured her ironically that she actually could. That form of teasing made me shiver so bad. Sara’s dance under their fingers was hypnotic, arching her back anytime her ribs and sides were squeezed, sucking her belly whenever it was stroked, shaking her heads when the pits suffered. Problem was that all these stimulation at the same time were clearly melting Sara’s brain in ticklish laughter. “Are you ready to admit it?” said Nick and I tried to figure out what he meant and why Sara would laugh even more when asked that question. Nick kept asking a few more times while Sara seemed too busy laughing to be able to speak as the tickling increased to encourage her confession. A most direct attack at the centre of her pits made her scream and signify her defeat, while she started yelling “I’m ticklish, I’m so ticklish” as a form of ultimate surrender. That confession was followed by a last roar of laughs. The tickling stopped.
Sara looked completely exhausted, she was sweating and was trying to recover, breathing with her mouth open. I saw David taking out his phone, while the guys took place two each side of Sara to take a selfie. Their hands on her, indulging on her ribs and sides, her body squirming for the fear of more tickling, her blindfold still on. “Smile Sara” said Mark.
I was petrified. Nick turned his head to me: “are you ready for this?”
This story involves me, as I was saying, in my early 20’s. At the time tickling was still new to me as a kink. I had what I consider my initiation to this, my trigger experience in stocks during a medieval fair (you can find the full story of it through my profile), and I had just started using the web to connect with other people into it. This is how I met Sara. It was a very sad period of my life, when loneliness used to hit me hard. I started chatting with her on a kinky social, sharing the same interest for tickling and other stuff such as bondage. Since we live in the same town, after a while we decided to meet. It was amazing to connect with this young attractive woman, blonde, with big blue eyes, an athletic body and a sparkling bratty personality, which at the time was a perfect counterpart of my introvert and blushy mood. Being one of the first people I met interested in tickling, it was pretty obvious for us to share each other's preferences and experiences so far. I told her about my stocks accident and it really impressed her. That’s when she told me about the wild bunch, as she liked to call it. I couldn’t help but notice her grin while telling me about them. Basically a group of four guys her age. One of them being a slightly older distant cousin of hers, the one who introduced Sara to the rest of the gang. Four close friends connected by an intense desire to experiment sadistic practices on young ladies willing to try something extreme. And, guess what, tickling is one of those, if not their favourite. Honestly at the beginning the whole story sounded unrealistic and even weird, considering one of them is a distant cousin of hers, but she said there was nothing sexual in their activities, like no genitals, no nude. Just sadistic fun. I asked her if the pics on her profile on that fetish site had been taken by them and she said some of those were. Basically they portrayed her in several bondage scenarios right before the tickling torture began.
She gave me several details of what used to happen when they met. Generally they meet for a whole weekend in an old house outside town, property of one of them. They regularly invite her and, at times, other girls, but as far as I know she is the only one who keeps taking part in their “parties”. She explained to me the wild bunch set rules, like dresscode for the girls, who are allowed to be around barefoot only and, in general, with just a few clothes exposing the ticklish spots. The guys would generally provide for the clothes and book pedicures in advance for the girls who would spend the weekend there. Nobody is forced to play or stay of course, but if you decide to stay and take part in their games, you have to follow their rules.
Honestly my mouth was watering while she was telling me about that. Even conscious of being so ticklish and that their way to play would have been definitely too intense for me, the situation she portrayed to me matched with my torture fantasies. I was so in trance hearing her stories that she totally caught me off guard, pointing her index in my ribs and making me jump to the roof to escape her finger. She just laughed at me and told me they would have adored me if I was up to accept their invitation. That innocent index digging in my ribs was just the first of little tickle tests she made me undergo in the next weeks we met. All the times getting the same result of me laughing and squirming to avoid her devilish fingers. Fingers of someone very ticklish and who learned at her own cost what tickles the most.
Then their invitation arrived, through a simple text message. It took me several days to decide, even if Sara reassured me that the first time would have been almost only to know them, watch how they play and be at least briefly tested. This last part was enough to worry and thrill me so much. Even being super hesitant, I finally accepted. Me and her would have been the only two girls there with the four guys that weekend.
Anticipation was a killer in the next few days, making me every hour more and more nervous. A few days before the date, I received a train ticket and a receipt of a booked and paid pedicure in a beauty salon for me. They texted me to bring with me shorts and t-shirts, better if sleeveless or a crop top. The idea of becoming easy meat for a weekend was appealing and scary at the same time, to the point I had to release my tension more than once.
When I arrived on Saturday afternoon, Sara was already there. A tall guy named Nick, the distant cousin of Sara, opened the door. Sara was behind him, wearing an orange bikini and, as I discovered when I approached her to greet her, had her hands tied behind her back. Nick smiled at me and said that Sara told them great things about me. His vicious smile and the obvious implied reference to my ticklishness made my face turn violet.
The first hours were kinda calm and I thought for a second to have worried too much about what could happen. We chatted about our backgrounds and interests, to get to know each other better. Things got more explicit and Mark had me blushing so much, mentioning that Sara informed them about how ticklish I was. I had literally no air to reply, so Sara made it simple saying “she really is”, smiling at me like we were talking of the most innocent and funny weakness in the world.
It was around 8 p.m. when the situation suddenly changed and level up. Nick asked me to go in my room and change my dresses to a crop top and shorts and leave my shoes and socks there. I would have found them in the basement when I was ready. I did what I was asked and started immediately to feel more exposed. The crop top left bare a bit of the ribcage and the whole tummy, not to mention all the skin on my legs down to my feet. I remember I shivered a bit walking barefoot out from the room to join them in the basement. When I arrived, Sara was already tied up. Her hands were now straight above her head, attached to a hook on the roof through a rope. Her ankles were tied together, so were her knees and she had a blindfold covering her eyes. The rope stretched her midriff and wearing only a bikini revealed how vulnerable her situation was.
Nick asked me if Sara told me what the tickle circle was. I saw her grinning and biting her lips, probably struggling in anticipation in the dark of the blindfold. I just had the time to say no with my head, unable to speak like a little student. My mouth was completely dry, my heart was right to jump a bit. Which did right after, as I screamed for fear and surprise when I realized David was behind me, gently blocking my wrists in his hands and taking them above my head. I tried to pull them down by instinct, realizing that his hold was more firm than I could imagine. As Mark, Nick and Max took place in front of me in a semicircle, I immediately felt how vulnerable that situation was and how intense it would have been what was about to happen. I had no idea how long they would have pushed the game, but I was shivering. They kinda reassured me I would have only got a little bite of what the tickle circle was, but that I'd have had a more clear sight when it would have been Sara's turn. Thinking about it now, safe on my chair in front of my pc to write this story, I think I would have died in anticipation if I was her.
But in that particular moment, I couldn’t worry for her fate. I had to worry for mine, as the three of them were coming closer with their fingers pointed at me. I tried to free my hands with absolutely no success and started squirming as much as I could for the anxiety. The tickle storm that invested me a few seconds later was shocking. Even if they were just poking me, at least gently squeezing me all over my upper body, having six hands working on me was absolute torture. I was turned into a laughing machine gun immediately. Six hands seemed like a thousand as my pits, ribs, tummy and navel were poked alternately. They were not pushing the situation too far, it was more a dance, my body was dancing under their control. All I could do was laugh, there was no way to resist their tickling. Someone, I think Mark, commented that Sara was right, I was very ticklish and even through my laughter I heard her saying “told you”. After half a minute of that torture I was already done, completely melted. Nick, who was in the middle right in front of me, seemed particularly interested in how ticklish my navel is and kept fingering it making me squeal, while Mark and Max kept working softly but ruthless all over my sides. I was jumping on my spot, unable to save myself, when Max took the chance to raise my leg and trap my ankle in an armlock. “Your feet are ticklish, right?” I didn’t even have the time to realize what was about to happen and beg not to, that he made his fingers run all over my sole, perfectly smooth after the pedicure they booked and paid for me, making me scream at the top of my lungs. Luckily I was released after a few more seconds of that, which seemed long like eternity, and kinda collapsed to the floor to recover from too much laughing. I was invited then to sit on the couch to watch Sara’s turn.
Sara, still tied and blindfolded, was giggling, not sure if because nervous or amused by my reactions she could only hear. Probably a mix of the two. “Told you, she is so ticklish”. I asked myself how the hell she could be so little nervous knowing she was next and her time had come. But as soon as she heard the bunch’s steps towards her, all her tension became way more visible. I noticed her jumping a bit on her spot, her hands twitching, her biting her lips. What was before my eyes for the next twenty or so minutes is still the most gruesome tickling I have ever seen in real life. The four of them rounded Sara and each step the circle was closer, the more I could see her squirming in anticipation. At a certain point her sight to me was completely covered by the four of them. All I could see of her were her hands above her head twitching like mad as her laughter filled the room. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on to her, but whatever it was, it must have tickled like hell. I had no realistic idea of how ticklish Sara really was, besides what she told me, but whatever was the truth she seemed to be suffering the treatment quite a bit.
At times, but more rarely as tickling was going on, her begging would break the laughter stream. With a completely distorted voice, she was begging for stop, which of course she had not. The wild bunch kept playing and tickling no matter what, while I squirmed on my seat trying to figure out what exactly was making Sara laugh more in particular moments. At times, the circle would open a bit, giving me the sight of my poor friend at the mercy of forty fingers. Her mouth was wide open and filled with laughter. I could notice that anytime Nick and the guys were more ruthless on her pits, her laughs became more desperate, guessing that must have been a particularly ticklish spot on her. Nick was often indulging on her navel as well, making me suddenly think of when he did the same to me. I was surprised to discover Sara so vulnerable there too. She kept yelling she couldn’t take it no more, but Nick reassured her ironically that she actually could. That form of teasing made me shiver so bad. Sara’s dance under their fingers was hypnotic, arching her back anytime her ribs and sides were squeezed, sucking her belly whenever it was stroked, shaking her heads when the pits suffered. Problem was that all these stimulation at the same time were clearly melting Sara’s brain in ticklish laughter. “Are you ready to admit it?” said Nick and I tried to figure out what he meant and why Sara would laugh even more when asked that question. Nick kept asking a few more times while Sara seemed too busy laughing to be able to speak as the tickling increased to encourage her confession. A most direct attack at the centre of her pits made her scream and signify her defeat, while she started yelling “I’m ticklish, I’m so ticklish” as a form of ultimate surrender. That confession was followed by a last roar of laughs. The tickling stopped.
Sara looked completely exhausted, she was sweating and was trying to recover, breathing with her mouth open. I saw David taking out his phone, while the guys took place two each side of Sara to take a selfie. Their hands on her, indulging on her ribs and sides, her body squirming for the fear of more tickling, her blindfold still on. “Smile Sara” said Mark.
I was petrified. Nick turned his head to me: “are you ready for this?”
