So you don't have to scroll down and find Part I...
Part I.
I had met Lisa (not her real name) online in a chatroom. She had an interest in tickling, too. We talked for quite some time online and then offline. She said she was a tickler and I told her that works out pretty good because I am mostly a ticklee. I could imagine her eyes lighting up when she found out. She told me that she had tickled guys before, even tied a few up, but never had a really ticklish guy. Today's your lucky day, I told her, because I'm about as ticklish as I get, and if you ask nicely enough, I'll let you tie me up, too!
We talked on and off for a couple months. We probably would have met sooner, but for the fact that she lived in Chicago and I was in PA. Well, sure enough, I was going to Chicago for business and we decided to meet. She picked me up at the airport and things were cool from the get go. No sparks, but neither of us expected any. This was to be a "fun" weekend. We went out and got something to eat and eventually ended up at her home.
We sat around and talked for while, and then that silent awkward time moment came... heheh...so, Glenn, are you really as ticklish as you say you are? Well, I said, there's only one way to find out. I didn't have to give her much encouraging. She ran off to her room and came back with some rope and a bandana. Wow, that was fast, I said.
Lisa told me to sit down on the recliner and relax...
[end of Part 1]
Part II.
I sat down on the recliner and she asked me to remove my shirt and shoes. I was wearing shorts and still had on my socks. Lisa tied my hands together and then pulled them up and over the back of the recliner. She tie the rope off to something in the back. Lisa then proceeded to tie my ankles together. What I didn't expect was she then opened the recliner up, which placed me in the prone position. She then bound my ankles to the foot rest.
Lisa took a seat next to me and began to show me her nails, wiggling them in front of my face, telling me how she was going to use them. But first, she said, I do have neighbors and I wouldn't want us to have to stop because of them, so I'm gonna have to gag you. My eyes opened wide, we had talked about this before, and I told her I had always wanted to try it, but did I really want to be gagged? She looped the bandana around my head and tied a knot that slipped into my mouth. There we go, she said, and her hands went up in the air.
Lisa got this wide grin on her face and I could only watch as her hands moved down towards my ribs. Throughout our previous conversations the topics of where I was ticklish and what tickled me the most came up and now I was dreading the fact that I revealed all of this freely to the person who now had me bound and gagged in her livingroom.
Lisa dove right into my ribs and tickled very methodically up and down, from right below my underarms to right above my hips. She remembered that light tickling there drove me crazy and I screamed and laughed and thrashed around like a crazy person. Lisa would move onto my stomach and squeezed my abs causing me to thrash even more.
After a while, Lisa took her fingernails and began working down from my wrists to the point just north of my underarms. While she was doing this she stared right into my eyes and watched me struggle and giggle knowing what was going to come next. I didn't have to wait long, cause Lisa dug into both of my underarms making me scream and laugh again and again.
By now I was a mess, I was sweating and gasping for air, tear were running down my face, but we weren't done. Lisa moved down and was hovering around my thighs. She started squeezing my thighs and knees causing my legs to bounce up and down, bringing a new round of screams. Eventually she found her way to the end...she remembered that I told her that my feet were to worst and she told me she was saving them for last.
Lisa started stroking my soles over my socks and I tried covering one foot up with the other as a degree of panic began to sink in. Lisa told me that this just wouldn't do. She ripped my socks off and dug into my arches, scribbling away, making me scream even louder than before and thrash and bounce so much that I though I might break the chair.
Lisa stopped and told me to sit tight. Like I was going anywhere!??! She then tied my big toes together and laced them back to my ankles. Oh God! I knew I was in for it now. Lisa then sat on my ankles and attacked my arches, heels , sides, toes, the tops of my feet, and escpecially the balls of my feet where she knew my worst spot was.
Lisa continued tickling my feet for what seemed like forever. I was laughing so much that I was going horse and I began to laugh in that silent laughter. Lisa eventually stopped. I sunk into the chair, unable to move. I glanced at the clock and it had been a little over 2 hours since before we started.
As Lisa drove me to the airport the next day she told me that I was a lucky guy. I asked her why and she told me that in anticipation of my visit she began to make a set of stocks (apparently she had a full set of tools in the basement) but wasn't able to complete them. OMG, could you have imagined that? [shiver]
[Well, this is the first story I have posted, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to post some other real life experiences I have had in the future.]
Part I.
I had met Lisa (not her real name) online in a chatroom. She had an interest in tickling, too. We talked for quite some time online and then offline. She said she was a tickler and I told her that works out pretty good because I am mostly a ticklee. I could imagine her eyes lighting up when she found out. She told me that she had tickled guys before, even tied a few up, but never had a really ticklish guy. Today's your lucky day, I told her, because I'm about as ticklish as I get, and if you ask nicely enough, I'll let you tie me up, too!
We talked on and off for a couple months. We probably would have met sooner, but for the fact that she lived in Chicago and I was in PA. Well, sure enough, I was going to Chicago for business and we decided to meet. She picked me up at the airport and things were cool from the get go. No sparks, but neither of us expected any. This was to be a "fun" weekend. We went out and got something to eat and eventually ended up at her home.
We sat around and talked for while, and then that silent awkward time moment came... heheh...so, Glenn, are you really as ticklish as you say you are? Well, I said, there's only one way to find out. I didn't have to give her much encouraging. She ran off to her room and came back with some rope and a bandana. Wow, that was fast, I said.
Lisa told me to sit down on the recliner and relax...
[end of Part 1]
Part II.
I sat down on the recliner and she asked me to remove my shirt and shoes. I was wearing shorts and still had on my socks. Lisa tied my hands together and then pulled them up and over the back of the recliner. She tie the rope off to something in the back. Lisa then proceeded to tie my ankles together. What I didn't expect was she then opened the recliner up, which placed me in the prone position. She then bound my ankles to the foot rest.
Lisa took a seat next to me and began to show me her nails, wiggling them in front of my face, telling me how she was going to use them. But first, she said, I do have neighbors and I wouldn't want us to have to stop because of them, so I'm gonna have to gag you. My eyes opened wide, we had talked about this before, and I told her I had always wanted to try it, but did I really want to be gagged? She looped the bandana around my head and tied a knot that slipped into my mouth. There we go, she said, and her hands went up in the air.
Lisa got this wide grin on her face and I could only watch as her hands moved down towards my ribs. Throughout our previous conversations the topics of where I was ticklish and what tickled me the most came up and now I was dreading the fact that I revealed all of this freely to the person who now had me bound and gagged in her livingroom.
Lisa dove right into my ribs and tickled very methodically up and down, from right below my underarms to right above my hips. She remembered that light tickling there drove me crazy and I screamed and laughed and thrashed around like a crazy person. Lisa would move onto my stomach and squeezed my abs causing me to thrash even more.
After a while, Lisa took her fingernails and began working down from my wrists to the point just north of my underarms. While she was doing this she stared right into my eyes and watched me struggle and giggle knowing what was going to come next. I didn't have to wait long, cause Lisa dug into both of my underarms making me scream and laugh again and again.
By now I was a mess, I was sweating and gasping for air, tear were running down my face, but we weren't done. Lisa moved down and was hovering around my thighs. She started squeezing my thighs and knees causing my legs to bounce up and down, bringing a new round of screams. Eventually she found her way to the end...she remembered that I told her that my feet were to worst and she told me she was saving them for last.
Lisa started stroking my soles over my socks and I tried covering one foot up with the other as a degree of panic began to sink in. Lisa told me that this just wouldn't do. She ripped my socks off and dug into my arches, scribbling away, making me scream even louder than before and thrash and bounce so much that I though I might break the chair.
Lisa stopped and told me to sit tight. Like I was going anywhere!??! She then tied my big toes together and laced them back to my ankles. Oh God! I knew I was in for it now. Lisa then sat on my ankles and attacked my arches, heels , sides, toes, the tops of my feet, and escpecially the balls of my feet where she knew my worst spot was.
Lisa continued tickling my feet for what seemed like forever. I was laughing so much that I was going horse and I began to laugh in that silent laughter. Lisa eventually stopped. I sunk into the chair, unable to move. I glanced at the clock and it had been a little over 2 hours since before we started.
As Lisa drove me to the airport the next day she told me that I was a lucky guy. I asked her why and she told me that in anticipation of my visit she began to make a set of stocks (apparently she had a full set of tools in the basement) but wasn't able to complete them. OMG, could you have imagined that? [shiver]
[Well, this is the first story I have posted, I hope you enjoyed it. I'll try to post some other real life experiences I have had in the future.]
