Krissa could scarcely believe her luck. She gazed out of the window at the clouds far below her, wondering how a Midwest girl like her could have fallen into such an opportunity. She had been a victim of downsizing before and she rarely had too much trouble finding a new job, mostly lateral moves with a new company. This one was quite different. Sure, she was a customer service powerhouse. She never thought it would take her to the West Coast.
Thinking back on it, she realized how unassumingly it began. She heard the news through the grapevine before any formal announcement was made. She had already begun searching local job sites and posting resumes. It was all very brain-tiring, so she took a timeout and popped into a chat room for some idle chatter. The usual suspects were there, all talking about the usual things. Then she got the IM that would change the course of her life. He was quite friendly, and he called himself Doc. He didn’t send vulgarities or hit on her like most of the jerks who were just cruising the rooms. He, like her, was killing time at the end of a long day. They chatted about everything and nothing, and Krissa began to notice how much alike they were. The conversation finally drifted to what they did for a living. Doc mentioned that he was a physical therapist who worked from a home office. Krissa told him she was an administrative professional who was soon to be unemployed.
Doc: It’s too bad you aren’t in LA. I could really use an office manager. My business is booming and I could use a hand.
Krissa: Well, it’s too bad you aren’t out here. I’d take you up on that offer.
Doc: Can I call you to discuss further? I think it’d be a great opportunity.
Krissa: Why not. I’m at 513-555-5761.
Before she knew it, the phone was ringing. It was Doc. His voice was deep and soft. As it turned out, he was flying out for a conference in two days and wanted to meet her. They agreed on a restaurant halfway between and the date was set.
The next morning, however, she was kicking herself. What was she thinking? She was actually going to meet a complete stranger that she talked to once in an internet chatroom. Was she crazy? She must be, she actually gave this guy her home phone number! This was all so completely out of character for Krissa. She was always the cautious one, the one who never leaped without looking. But he seemed so nice. And it was a public place. “It’ll be fine, girl. Stop over-analyzing this and go with it”, she thought to herself. “Tomorrow is the big day.” She decided to quell her anxiety and gave herself a manicure and pedicure, complete with polish. She slipped into a hot, lavender bath to soak out the rest of the worry. Sleep found her easily that night.
When she woke, Krissa decided that this meeting would be nothing more than a job interview. She dressed in a white blouse and modest black slacks with black dress sandals. As she finished her makeup, she stole a last critical look in the mirror. “Simple, business-like, perfect”, she smiled to herself. She picked up a copy of her resume on her way out. “You just never know”, she thought aloud with a grin and she locked the door behind her.
Doc was already seated in the restaurant when she arrived. His eyes lit wide when he saw this lovely creature slowly, but confidently, striding toward the table. She was tall, nearly 6 feet, with dark brown hair, porcelain skin and sparkling green eyes. He stood as she approached, a gesture of chivalry not lost on her. She met him with a smile and introduced herself before he helped her to her seat. He was instantly nervous. He considered himself no better than average. She was slightly taller than he, and he knew he was definitely her senior by about a decade. The Amazonian beauty seated opposite him was clearly out of his league. But she was kind, she was sweet, and she was here. They spoke over dinner about everything and nothing. Conversation came easily. The topic turned to horoscopes and fate.
“Let me see your hand”, Doc said. “I know a little something about palm reading.”
Krissa smiled coyly, but obliged his request. He took her soft, slender hand into his and turned it palm-up. As he traced his finger over her life-line to begin the reading, it was he who received a shock when she suddenly pulled her hand away and giggled. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she saw the surprise in his eyes and felt compelled to explain herself.
“I’m sorry. I’m just really very ticklish.”
He kept his composure, though his jaw was determined to hit the floor with this revelation. The flutter in his stomach was impossible to ignore. Was it possible? She was a dream come true. Gorgeous, modest and, best of all, ticklish. It was Doc’s turn to play coy.
“Are you really that ticklish?” He was dying to know.
“Yes, actually. Ticklish everywhere. I can barely be touched without giggling. It’s embarrassing. Sorry.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And you can’t possibly be ticklish ‘Everywhere’. Is that even possible?”
“You’d be surprised”, she replied, the color rising in her cheeks again.
“Seriously, let me see your hand again.”
Krissa reluctantly gave her hand over to him. Now her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She hadn’t told him the whole truth. She opened her palm and closed her eyes to the sensation that she knew would follow. The electricity of his fingers tracing her palm made her bite her lip. It tickled, and as he increased his range to include lightly stroking her fingers, it became unbearable and her fingers curled themselves into her palm to cease the attack. She opened her eyes to find him smiling back at her. His eyes were lit from within, unlike anything she had seen. But she felt strangely closer to him. He was a kindred spirit. He was a tickler. How fate had smiled on them. She enjoyed being tickled.
Doc was in his element. The exquisite torture he applied to her palm was merely an appetizer. He wanted more. But he didn’t want to appear too eager. He shyly shifted his seat to be closer to her and took her hand in his. He felt the spark between them when their eyes met, but he wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. You really are quite ticklish.”
Krissa smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Yes, I am. Don’t be sorry, though. I kind of like it.”
His heart leaped at this news. He never would have imagined this possibility. But there it was. She had opened the door.
He tightened his grip on her captive hand, though only slightly.
“What about if I tickle right here”, he said as he traced his finger over her wrist in slow, deliberate circles. Her giggle was infectious. It caressed his ears as he continued up her bare forearm and found the tender bend of her arm. She laughed as softly as she could manage. She didn’t want to draw attention to her public predicament. He stopped momentarily and allowed her to catch her breath.
He leaned in close to her, and softly whispered, “Should I stop?”
Her reply captured his heart. “No.”
“Would you like to continue this at my place?”
She smiled as her whispered answer echoed in his ear.
“Yes.”
Krissa’s head was spinning. Two days ago she was chatting innocently with an internet stranger and now she was accompanying him to his hotel room. “It’s official, I’ve lost my mind”, she thought to herself. How could she be so careless? This was supposed to be a job interview! Well, I guess there’s nothing like getting off to a good start with the boss.
Her heart began to race with a mixture of emotions as her car pulled up to the hotel valet. “At least this guy spares no expense”, she thought. She would have turned and fled without looking back had he been staying at the “No-Tell Motel”. The luxury alone of this hotel was worth experiencing, whatever the “cost”.
Her legs felt a bit unsteady as she followed him, hand in hand, to the elevator. He smiled quietly at her, pushed the button, and they ascended into a night Krissa wouldn’t soon forget.
Doc could barely hold his enthusiasm down as they drove to the hotel. He wanted to test her ticklish proposal. Was anyone truly ticklish “everywhere”? He could see, once they arrived, that she was rethinking her rash decision to accompany him. He stroked her cheek, “Are you sure you want to come in?”. Her doubt was clear, but she did not waiver in her answer.
“Yes. I do.”
She smiled sweetly, and his heart skipped a beat as he unlocked the door and led her inside. The relief in her eyes was evident as he turned on the light to reveal a very normal looking room. What was she expecting…a dungeon? He chuckled to himself at this thought as he slipped out of his jacket and tie. She stood for a moment, obviously sizing up the situation. He invited her to sit on the bed. She did so, apprehensively.
“I’m not going to hurt you. If you don’t want to do this, I won’t keep you here. But if you stay, I guarantee it will be a night you won’t soon forget. Are you scared?”
Krissa was indignant at this question. “Nothing scares me.” Lie, though it was, she brought it off without fail.
“Do you want to begin? I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Her eyes flashed with her answer. “Let’s go.”
She had left all reason behind. She had never even dared to dream that she’d ever find herself in a situation like this. He left her fully clothed as he tied her wrists to the bed with his necktie. She had never been tickled in bondage before. And her first time was going to be with a man she scarcely knew. Her heart pounded under the thin cotton of her blouse. When he felt she was secured, he settled down beside her to lay down the rules.
“I’m giving you a safeword. If you feel that things are getting to intense, or going in a direction you don’t want to go, say it and this ends immediately. Have you ever been tied and tickled before?”
“No.”
“I won’t take advantage of you. You tell me if you want things to go further, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Then lets begin. Hmm…where to start. Well, I left off with your arms…lets pick it up there, shall we?”
Krissa’s mind was buzzing. She jumped as his fingers met both arms and began to circle her elbows. The giggles bubbled over from her lips almost immediately. She pulled at her restraints, only to realize that she was staying put for the duration. The helpless feeling that swept over her only increased her ticklishness. The giggles began to morph into light laughter as his fingers danced over her biceps, stopping just a hair’s breath from her armpits.
She gasped as his fingers finally dove into the hollows of her armpits and continued their frenzied dance. Gales of laughter erupted from her lungs. All logical thought was erased from her mind. Any doubt or fear she once had was gone, replaced by the all encompassing sensations elicited by his expert hands. There was only tickling.
Her laughter was a symphony to his ears. It was deep and honest. He saw her test his bonds, and he decided that straddling her would give him the best leverage should she manage to free herself. She bucked wildly under him as he teased and tickled her sensitive armpits. He stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
“I wonder what happens if I tickle you here…”, he said as he wiggled his fingers near her neck and shoulders.
“Oh you wouldn’t…”, but before she could finish, his fingers were gently squeezing her collarbones. Her shoulders shot up, but not in time to protect her very ticklish neck and ears. Her laughter changed as it rose an octave and she tittered uncontrollably. He found this new development amusing, so he entertained himself by alternating quick strokes between her neck and her armpits.
“Does this tickle? No, that doesn’t tickle, does it?” He laughed in spite of himself as he taunted her in her helplessness. Her laughter was heavy, and he could see a tear in the corner of her eye. He decided to give her another short break before moving on.
Krissa’s lungs were already burning from the torture she had received thus far. The break, however small, was welcome. She wasn’t sure if she thought the same of his question.
“May I unbutton your blouse?”
Her mind raced. Should she? What were his intentions?
“Um, OK. I guess so.”
He smiled, devilishly she thought. He slowly began the task of freeing each button. The air was cool when she first felt it on her bared skin.
“You know…we left before dessert. I suppose it’s not too late to indulge in my favorite food: Razzberries.”
“What…”, Krissa tried to ask but the question was cut short by a pair of lips on her bared stomach. She understood only too late what was about to happen. “No!”
He shook his head lightly back and forth has he blew razzberries into Krissa’s tender belly. Her laughter exploded. The vibrations of his tickling lips, sent shock waves through her very core. Meanwhile, his hands had found her ribs and he explored every rise in her ribcage as he continued to nibble circles around her belly button. She twisted and turned, she flailed and fought, but she could not escape his ticklish assault. The safeword! It popped into her head and she bit it short before it escaped her lips. As intense as this was, she found that she didn’t want it to end.
“Ple-hehehehehease…hahahahahaha…no more!”
His onslaught stopped abruptly, and his fingers cooled themselves by lightly stroking the length of her sides, eliciting soft giggles from her tired lungs.
“I don’t think you’re ready to stop, are you?” Doc cooed in her ear as his fingers now lightly brushed her tortured tummy.
She giggled in response. She, too, was just getting started.
Doc was in heaven. His new tickle toy was more than he could have imagined. He could see her nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra. He could only imagine what else this was doing to her. But she wasn’t ready to stop. And neither was he.
He shifted his weight further down her exhausted form and settled himself on her legs. He slowly set his hands on her hips and gave one squeeze. The effect was immediate, as was (once again) her musical laughter. She found renewed fight in her wasted limbs and she bucked like a bronco to find release from this new torture. He dug in, and then slowly inched his squeezing fingers down the length of her thighs to the tops of her sensitive knees. She howled with abandon, riding this new wave of tickling like a pro. He found her resolve to be impressive. She was beautiful in her agony. Her hair was mussed and lay around her face like a frame. Her laugher reached a new pitch as he found her soft knee hollows through the thin fabric of her pants. Her breathing became erratic and he decided a break was in order.
He shifted to the side and stood up next to the bed. For the first time, he felt the stiffness in his shoulders and legs. He realized they had been at this a lot longer than he anticipated. But he wasn’t stopping just yet.
“I need to gather some “things” before we continue, Darling.” He saw her eyes widen as he gently kissed her sweaty forehead and walked out of her sight.
“Where does he think he’s going?” Her mind raced with the possibilities. “I swear, if he brings back a camera, I’ll kill him!”, she thought. When he did reappear, much to her relief he carried only a cool washcloth and a glass of water. He dabbed her forehead and held the glass to let her sip the ice water.
“Will you take off my pants?”, she asked. “I’m getting really hot. It would help.”
He almost dropped the glass. “Sure…as long as you’re sure.”
“Yes.”
He gently unbuttoned the pants and slid them down her hips. They came off easily. The cool air was heaven on her hot flesh. His expression was almost comical to her as he surveyed the situation. And then his eyes found hers.
“Oh, we can’t have this now, can we?”
“Can’t have what?” Krissa was genuinely curious.
I’ve saved my favorite for last. Now these pretty little shoes have got to go.
Doc strode toward the foot of the bed. She watched him slowly remove one black sandal and slip a belt over her naked ankle, securing it to the bed. His gaze kept hers as he walked to the other side and removed the second sandal, ever so slowly, and secured that ankle with another necktie. Her feet were apart, bare, and very vulnerable. A fluttering began to take hold of her deep in her core. He said this was his favorite. Her pampered feet were at his mercy. This would be her favorite, too.
Ever since he saw her walk into the restaurant that night, Doc was mesmerized by her. Her electric eyes, her soft, warm features. But from the moment he found out she was ticklish, he could not stop thinking about her beautiful feet. They taunted him from those black sandals. Now they were at his disposal. He would not rush through this. No. He would enjoy every moment of this.
He pulled a chair to the end of the bed. She was unusually quiet and still, though her toes flexed in anticipation of what was to come.
“Are you ready?”
She merely nodded, and smiled.
He gently laid a hand on each foot and stroked the length of them lightly, slowly, deliberately. He heard her breath catch as she gasped. Her face began to twist, resisting the laughter that was rising from within her. He continued his slow strokes, up…then down. Her toes flayed and flexed. Her soles wrinkled in protest. By the third pass she began to giggle, softly and sweetly.
He left his seat and moved toward the left foot. He continued his stroking on the right as he brought his lips to the toes on her captive left foot. He lightly kissed each toe as his hands now moved around to the tops of her feet and continued their long strokes. Her laughter began to mix with a new sound. She moaned gently between giggles with each toe kiss. He was overcome with relief and renewed resolve as he realized how much she was enjoying this. He decided to concentrate his efforts on the left foot, taking each toe into his mouth in turn while lightly tickling her heel with all ten fingers.
Ecstasy. There was only one word to describe Krissa’s current state. Sheer ecstasy. The rough wetness of his tickling tongue as it darted under and between her toes. The maddening ticklishness of those fingers as they explored every nuance of her enslaved foot. Her mind was a blur, her ears roared with the tactile overload she was experiencing. Her chest heaved, trying to supply enough air for both the giggles and the moans that escaped her lips. She squirmed involuntarily against the bonds that held her. But what was left of her rational mind knew it never wanted this to end.
And suddenly a new wave engulfed her, her breath caught, her body arched upwards against the tethers…he began to pay his full attention to her neglected right foot. She laughed harder, she moaned deeper, and she became keenly aware of a new sensation rising in her. His foot worship/torture was turning her on like she had never known. A slow burn was growing in her loins. The more she tried to push it from her mind, the more it consumed her. He had gone back to finger tickling both heels while he alternated toe kisses. Did he know what this was doing to her? The roaring in her ears was beginning to match her heartbeat. She arched and writhed, searching for release. Her giggles were playing second fiddle to her moans now. He responded by kissing the length of her left arch, then the right, all while tickling her toes with his fingers. Her womanhood demanded attention.
“Tickle me!” The words burst from her like a shot from a gun. He stopped, surprised by her exclamation.
Doc had been so consumed with his own ecstasy that all of her, save her luscious feet, was lost to him. He had found Utopia. The way her toes squirmed in his salivating mouth. The way her feet flexed to his touch. Her sweet, yet lightly salty taste on his darting tongue. The lingering, slight smell of leather from her sandals. The softness of her skin under his tickling fingers. Her outburst had awoken him from his daydream. It took him completely by surprise.
“What? I am tickling you…”
“No! Please tickle me!!”
It dawned on Doc what Krissa needed. He spied the growing wetness of her panties.
“Are you really ticklish ‘everywhere’?”
“Oh, yes…yes…please…tickle me!”
Doc lightly dragged a fingernail over the wet spot in her crotch. Her back arched upward and she moaned loudly. He fluttered the finger there and the writhing intensified as giggles once again began to invade the moaning.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Doc resumed his position at her feet and renewed his vigorous toe sucking on her left foot. His left hand rested on the bed and all fingers scrabbled at her heel. He then reached out with his right hand to stroke her sopping wet panties with his fingernails.
It was all too much for Krissa. Her racing mind finally overloaded. The combinations of sucking, licking and tickling became a sensory blur. Her fire rose to a fever pitch, as did her laughter. Her breath began to catch and heave, again…again. Her leg muscles tightened. Her toes flayed and curled. She gasped one last time as her climax engulfed her completely, her body convulsing in its violent waves. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. And with the last wave her body relaxed, wasted from its ride.
Doc ceased his tickling and began kissing every inch of her very tender feet. Her body was buzzing. Every nerve ending was still firing, although her muscles were completely spent. Doc untied her ankles and kissed his way up her electrified form to her wrists. He untied them as well and laid down next to her on the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open and Doc was smiling down at her.
“So…do you want the job?”
Thinking back on it, she realized how unassumingly it began. She heard the news through the grapevine before any formal announcement was made. She had already begun searching local job sites and posting resumes. It was all very brain-tiring, so she took a timeout and popped into a chat room for some idle chatter. The usual suspects were there, all talking about the usual things. Then she got the IM that would change the course of her life. He was quite friendly, and he called himself Doc. He didn’t send vulgarities or hit on her like most of the jerks who were just cruising the rooms. He, like her, was killing time at the end of a long day. They chatted about everything and nothing, and Krissa began to notice how much alike they were. The conversation finally drifted to what they did for a living. Doc mentioned that he was a physical therapist who worked from a home office. Krissa told him she was an administrative professional who was soon to be unemployed.
Doc: It’s too bad you aren’t in LA. I could really use an office manager. My business is booming and I could use a hand.
Krissa: Well, it’s too bad you aren’t out here. I’d take you up on that offer.
Doc: Can I call you to discuss further? I think it’d be a great opportunity.
Krissa: Why not. I’m at 513-555-5761.
Before she knew it, the phone was ringing. It was Doc. His voice was deep and soft. As it turned out, he was flying out for a conference in two days and wanted to meet her. They agreed on a restaurant halfway between and the date was set.
The next morning, however, she was kicking herself. What was she thinking? She was actually going to meet a complete stranger that she talked to once in an internet chatroom. Was she crazy? She must be, she actually gave this guy her home phone number! This was all so completely out of character for Krissa. She was always the cautious one, the one who never leaped without looking. But he seemed so nice. And it was a public place. “It’ll be fine, girl. Stop over-analyzing this and go with it”, she thought to herself. “Tomorrow is the big day.” She decided to quell her anxiety and gave herself a manicure and pedicure, complete with polish. She slipped into a hot, lavender bath to soak out the rest of the worry. Sleep found her easily that night.
When she woke, Krissa decided that this meeting would be nothing more than a job interview. She dressed in a white blouse and modest black slacks with black dress sandals. As she finished her makeup, she stole a last critical look in the mirror. “Simple, business-like, perfect”, she smiled to herself. She picked up a copy of her resume on her way out. “You just never know”, she thought aloud with a grin and she locked the door behind her.
Doc was already seated in the restaurant when she arrived. His eyes lit wide when he saw this lovely creature slowly, but confidently, striding toward the table. She was tall, nearly 6 feet, with dark brown hair, porcelain skin and sparkling green eyes. He stood as she approached, a gesture of chivalry not lost on her. She met him with a smile and introduced herself before he helped her to her seat. He was instantly nervous. He considered himself no better than average. She was slightly taller than he, and he knew he was definitely her senior by about a decade. The Amazonian beauty seated opposite him was clearly out of his league. But she was kind, she was sweet, and she was here. They spoke over dinner about everything and nothing. Conversation came easily. The topic turned to horoscopes and fate.
“Let me see your hand”, Doc said. “I know a little something about palm reading.”
Krissa smiled coyly, but obliged his request. He took her soft, slender hand into his and turned it palm-up. As he traced his finger over her life-line to begin the reading, it was he who received a shock when she suddenly pulled her hand away and giggled. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she saw the surprise in his eyes and felt compelled to explain herself.
“I’m sorry. I’m just really very ticklish.”
He kept his composure, though his jaw was determined to hit the floor with this revelation. The flutter in his stomach was impossible to ignore. Was it possible? She was a dream come true. Gorgeous, modest and, best of all, ticklish. It was Doc’s turn to play coy.
“Are you really that ticklish?” He was dying to know.
“Yes, actually. Ticklish everywhere. I can barely be touched without giggling. It’s embarrassing. Sorry.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. And you can’t possibly be ticklish ‘Everywhere’. Is that even possible?”
“You’d be surprised”, she replied, the color rising in her cheeks again.
“Seriously, let me see your hand again.”
Krissa reluctantly gave her hand over to him. Now her stomach fluttered with anticipation. She hadn’t told him the whole truth. She opened her palm and closed her eyes to the sensation that she knew would follow. The electricity of his fingers tracing her palm made her bite her lip. It tickled, and as he increased his range to include lightly stroking her fingers, it became unbearable and her fingers curled themselves into her palm to cease the attack. She opened her eyes to find him smiling back at her. His eyes were lit from within, unlike anything she had seen. But she felt strangely closer to him. He was a kindred spirit. He was a tickler. How fate had smiled on them. She enjoyed being tickled.
Doc was in his element. The exquisite torture he applied to her palm was merely an appetizer. He wanted more. But he didn’t want to appear too eager. He shyly shifted his seat to be closer to her and took her hand in his. He felt the spark between them when their eyes met, but he wasn’t going to take anything for granted.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. You really are quite ticklish.”
Krissa smiled, her eyes twinkling. “Yes, I am. Don’t be sorry, though. I kind of like it.”
His heart leaped at this news. He never would have imagined this possibility. But there it was. She had opened the door.
He tightened his grip on her captive hand, though only slightly.
“What about if I tickle right here”, he said as he traced his finger over her wrist in slow, deliberate circles. Her giggle was infectious. It caressed his ears as he continued up her bare forearm and found the tender bend of her arm. She laughed as softly as she could manage. She didn’t want to draw attention to her public predicament. He stopped momentarily and allowed her to catch her breath.
He leaned in close to her, and softly whispered, “Should I stop?”
Her reply captured his heart. “No.”
“Would you like to continue this at my place?”
She smiled as her whispered answer echoed in his ear.
“Yes.”
Krissa’s head was spinning. Two days ago she was chatting innocently with an internet stranger and now she was accompanying him to his hotel room. “It’s official, I’ve lost my mind”, she thought to herself. How could she be so careless? This was supposed to be a job interview! Well, I guess there’s nothing like getting off to a good start with the boss.
Her heart began to race with a mixture of emotions as her car pulled up to the hotel valet. “At least this guy spares no expense”, she thought. She would have turned and fled without looking back had he been staying at the “No-Tell Motel”. The luxury alone of this hotel was worth experiencing, whatever the “cost”.
Her legs felt a bit unsteady as she followed him, hand in hand, to the elevator. He smiled quietly at her, pushed the button, and they ascended into a night Krissa wouldn’t soon forget.
Doc could barely hold his enthusiasm down as they drove to the hotel. He wanted to test her ticklish proposal. Was anyone truly ticklish “everywhere”? He could see, once they arrived, that she was rethinking her rash decision to accompany him. He stroked her cheek, “Are you sure you want to come in?”. Her doubt was clear, but she did not waiver in her answer.
“Yes. I do.”
She smiled sweetly, and his heart skipped a beat as he unlocked the door and led her inside. The relief in her eyes was evident as he turned on the light to reveal a very normal looking room. What was she expecting…a dungeon? He chuckled to himself at this thought as he slipped out of his jacket and tie. She stood for a moment, obviously sizing up the situation. He invited her to sit on the bed. She did so, apprehensively.
“I’m not going to hurt you. If you don’t want to do this, I won’t keep you here. But if you stay, I guarantee it will be a night you won’t soon forget. Are you scared?”
Krissa was indignant at this question. “Nothing scares me.” Lie, though it was, she brought it off without fail.
“Do you want to begin? I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Her eyes flashed with her answer. “Let’s go.”
She had left all reason behind. She had never even dared to dream that she’d ever find herself in a situation like this. He left her fully clothed as he tied her wrists to the bed with his necktie. She had never been tickled in bondage before. And her first time was going to be with a man she scarcely knew. Her heart pounded under the thin cotton of her blouse. When he felt she was secured, he settled down beside her to lay down the rules.
“I’m giving you a safeword. If you feel that things are getting to intense, or going in a direction you don’t want to go, say it and this ends immediately. Have you ever been tied and tickled before?”
“No.”
“I won’t take advantage of you. You tell me if you want things to go further, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
“Then lets begin. Hmm…where to start. Well, I left off with your arms…lets pick it up there, shall we?”
Krissa’s mind was buzzing. She jumped as his fingers met both arms and began to circle her elbows. The giggles bubbled over from her lips almost immediately. She pulled at her restraints, only to realize that she was staying put for the duration. The helpless feeling that swept over her only increased her ticklishness. The giggles began to morph into light laughter as his fingers danced over her biceps, stopping just a hair’s breath from her armpits.
She gasped as his fingers finally dove into the hollows of her armpits and continued their frenzied dance. Gales of laughter erupted from her lungs. All logical thought was erased from her mind. Any doubt or fear she once had was gone, replaced by the all encompassing sensations elicited by his expert hands. There was only tickling.
Her laughter was a symphony to his ears. It was deep and honest. He saw her test his bonds, and he decided that straddling her would give him the best leverage should she manage to free herself. She bucked wildly under him as he teased and tickled her sensitive armpits. He stopped for a moment, giving her a chance to catch her breath.
“I wonder what happens if I tickle you here…”, he said as he wiggled his fingers near her neck and shoulders.
“Oh you wouldn’t…”, but before she could finish, his fingers were gently squeezing her collarbones. Her shoulders shot up, but not in time to protect her very ticklish neck and ears. Her laughter changed as it rose an octave and she tittered uncontrollably. He found this new development amusing, so he entertained himself by alternating quick strokes between her neck and her armpits.
“Does this tickle? No, that doesn’t tickle, does it?” He laughed in spite of himself as he taunted her in her helplessness. Her laughter was heavy, and he could see a tear in the corner of her eye. He decided to give her another short break before moving on.
Krissa’s lungs were already burning from the torture she had received thus far. The break, however small, was welcome. She wasn’t sure if she thought the same of his question.
“May I unbutton your blouse?”
Her mind raced. Should she? What were his intentions?
“Um, OK. I guess so.”
He smiled, devilishly she thought. He slowly began the task of freeing each button. The air was cool when she first felt it on her bared skin.
“You know…we left before dessert. I suppose it’s not too late to indulge in my favorite food: Razzberries.”
“What…”, Krissa tried to ask but the question was cut short by a pair of lips on her bared stomach. She understood only too late what was about to happen. “No!”
He shook his head lightly back and forth has he blew razzberries into Krissa’s tender belly. Her laughter exploded. The vibrations of his tickling lips, sent shock waves through her very core. Meanwhile, his hands had found her ribs and he explored every rise in her ribcage as he continued to nibble circles around her belly button. She twisted and turned, she flailed and fought, but she could not escape his ticklish assault. The safeword! It popped into her head and she bit it short before it escaped her lips. As intense as this was, she found that she didn’t want it to end.
“Ple-hehehehehease…hahahahahaha…no more!”
His onslaught stopped abruptly, and his fingers cooled themselves by lightly stroking the length of her sides, eliciting soft giggles from her tired lungs.
“I don’t think you’re ready to stop, are you?” Doc cooed in her ear as his fingers now lightly brushed her tortured tummy.
She giggled in response. She, too, was just getting started.
Doc was in heaven. His new tickle toy was more than he could have imagined. He could see her nipples pressing through the fabric of her bra. He could only imagine what else this was doing to her. But she wasn’t ready to stop. And neither was he.
He shifted his weight further down her exhausted form and settled himself on her legs. He slowly set his hands on her hips and gave one squeeze. The effect was immediate, as was (once again) her musical laughter. She found renewed fight in her wasted limbs and she bucked like a bronco to find release from this new torture. He dug in, and then slowly inched his squeezing fingers down the length of her thighs to the tops of her sensitive knees. She howled with abandon, riding this new wave of tickling like a pro. He found her resolve to be impressive. She was beautiful in her agony. Her hair was mussed and lay around her face like a frame. Her laugher reached a new pitch as he found her soft knee hollows through the thin fabric of her pants. Her breathing became erratic and he decided a break was in order.
He shifted to the side and stood up next to the bed. For the first time, he felt the stiffness in his shoulders and legs. He realized they had been at this a lot longer than he anticipated. But he wasn’t stopping just yet.
“I need to gather some “things” before we continue, Darling.” He saw her eyes widen as he gently kissed her sweaty forehead and walked out of her sight.
“Where does he think he’s going?” Her mind raced with the possibilities. “I swear, if he brings back a camera, I’ll kill him!”, she thought. When he did reappear, much to her relief he carried only a cool washcloth and a glass of water. He dabbed her forehead and held the glass to let her sip the ice water.
“Will you take off my pants?”, she asked. “I’m getting really hot. It would help.”
He almost dropped the glass. “Sure…as long as you’re sure.”
“Yes.”
He gently unbuttoned the pants and slid them down her hips. They came off easily. The cool air was heaven on her hot flesh. His expression was almost comical to her as he surveyed the situation. And then his eyes found hers.
“Oh, we can’t have this now, can we?”
“Can’t have what?” Krissa was genuinely curious.
I’ve saved my favorite for last. Now these pretty little shoes have got to go.
Doc strode toward the foot of the bed. She watched him slowly remove one black sandal and slip a belt over her naked ankle, securing it to the bed. His gaze kept hers as he walked to the other side and removed the second sandal, ever so slowly, and secured that ankle with another necktie. Her feet were apart, bare, and very vulnerable. A fluttering began to take hold of her deep in her core. He said this was his favorite. Her pampered feet were at his mercy. This would be her favorite, too.
Ever since he saw her walk into the restaurant that night, Doc was mesmerized by her. Her electric eyes, her soft, warm features. But from the moment he found out she was ticklish, he could not stop thinking about her beautiful feet. They taunted him from those black sandals. Now they were at his disposal. He would not rush through this. No. He would enjoy every moment of this.
He pulled a chair to the end of the bed. She was unusually quiet and still, though her toes flexed in anticipation of what was to come.
“Are you ready?”
She merely nodded, and smiled.
He gently laid a hand on each foot and stroked the length of them lightly, slowly, deliberately. He heard her breath catch as she gasped. Her face began to twist, resisting the laughter that was rising from within her. He continued his slow strokes, up…then down. Her toes flayed and flexed. Her soles wrinkled in protest. By the third pass she began to giggle, softly and sweetly.
He left his seat and moved toward the left foot. He continued his stroking on the right as he brought his lips to the toes on her captive left foot. He lightly kissed each toe as his hands now moved around to the tops of her feet and continued their long strokes. Her laughter began to mix with a new sound. She moaned gently between giggles with each toe kiss. He was overcome with relief and renewed resolve as he realized how much she was enjoying this. He decided to concentrate his efforts on the left foot, taking each toe into his mouth in turn while lightly tickling her heel with all ten fingers.
Ecstasy. There was only one word to describe Krissa’s current state. Sheer ecstasy. The rough wetness of his tickling tongue as it darted under and between her toes. The maddening ticklishness of those fingers as they explored every nuance of her enslaved foot. Her mind was a blur, her ears roared with the tactile overload she was experiencing. Her chest heaved, trying to supply enough air for both the giggles and the moans that escaped her lips. She squirmed involuntarily against the bonds that held her. But what was left of her rational mind knew it never wanted this to end.
And suddenly a new wave engulfed her, her breath caught, her body arched upwards against the tethers…he began to pay his full attention to her neglected right foot. She laughed harder, she moaned deeper, and she became keenly aware of a new sensation rising in her. His foot worship/torture was turning her on like she had never known. A slow burn was growing in her loins. The more she tried to push it from her mind, the more it consumed her. He had gone back to finger tickling both heels while he alternated toe kisses. Did he know what this was doing to her? The roaring in her ears was beginning to match her heartbeat. She arched and writhed, searching for release. Her giggles were playing second fiddle to her moans now. He responded by kissing the length of her left arch, then the right, all while tickling her toes with his fingers. Her womanhood demanded attention.
“Tickle me!” The words burst from her like a shot from a gun. He stopped, surprised by her exclamation.
Doc had been so consumed with his own ecstasy that all of her, save her luscious feet, was lost to him. He had found Utopia. The way her toes squirmed in his salivating mouth. The way her feet flexed to his touch. Her sweet, yet lightly salty taste on his darting tongue. The lingering, slight smell of leather from her sandals. The softness of her skin under his tickling fingers. Her outburst had awoken him from his daydream. It took him completely by surprise.
“What? I am tickling you…”
“No! Please tickle me!!”
It dawned on Doc what Krissa needed. He spied the growing wetness of her panties.
“Are you really ticklish ‘everywhere’?”
“Oh, yes…yes…please…tickle me!”
Doc lightly dragged a fingernail over the wet spot in her crotch. Her back arched upward and she moaned loudly. He fluttered the finger there and the writhing intensified as giggles once again began to invade the moaning.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
Doc resumed his position at her feet and renewed his vigorous toe sucking on her left foot. His left hand rested on the bed and all fingers scrabbled at her heel. He then reached out with his right hand to stroke her sopping wet panties with his fingernails.
It was all too much for Krissa. Her racing mind finally overloaded. The combinations of sucking, licking and tickling became a sensory blur. Her fire rose to a fever pitch, as did her laughter. Her breath began to catch and heave, again…again. Her leg muscles tightened. Her toes flayed and curled. She gasped one last time as her climax engulfed her completely, her body convulsing in its violent waves. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. And with the last wave her body relaxed, wasted from its ride.
Doc ceased his tickling and began kissing every inch of her very tender feet. Her body was buzzing. Every nerve ending was still firing, although her muscles were completely spent. Doc untied her ankles and kissed his way up her electrified form to her wrists. He untied them as well and laid down next to her on the bed.
Her eyes fluttered open and Doc was smiling down at her.
“So…do you want the job?”
