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A few weeks ago I shared a great experience my wife and I had, well maybe a little rough for her, with some close friends of ours. It started as a tickle strip game and ended with me watching the other couple torture my nearly nude and immobilized Tracey. Pretty wild to say the least...
There are going to be two follow ups to this story line, Tracey and Me and Tracey and Melanie. Tracey and Me happened within days of the first event, hey if Steve can do put her through it, why can't I, right? Tracey and Melanie is planned but not yet executed. Mel wants to be the victim this time, but (totally unfair!) she doesn't want any guys there for the party! OK, fine. I get it, but I was so damn close that first night! Crap!
As for Tracey and I, I had to exploit the fact that Steve had gotten to do things to Trace that I never had. She had never let me tie her up and tickle her before. She would be a little excited about the idea but never really came around to it. But now I had her, I mean how could she say no, right? Of course she couldn't and didn't. But she wanted to work her own little fantasy into it.
Steve touching her while she was bound up worked for her cuz she had had a fantasy since a Vegas girls trip about a guy they had met there. She liked him and found him sexy. She had fantasized that her friends tied her up and unbeknownst to her, he was waiting outside the room. They left, he entered. She wanted to play this out. Hey we all have our fantasies, I was happy to take her there!
We decided to film this whole thing, so I am able to recall the details completely as we have watched it about 5 times. She dressed in a short black dress she wears when she goes clubbing along with sexy high heels. She made herself up, did her hair, the whole thing...Its summer, Tracey is tan, she's in great shape. I simply do not tire of her, she is hot, people.
I first played the role of her friends tying her to the bed, the guise being just a game after discussing bondage, no specific intent. I decided to tie her wrists together and draw them up above her head. This would make it easier to roll her over later. I left the heels on cuz they are sexy and part of the whole hot chick at the club look. I tied her so her legs were fairly closed, this would seem pretty low key and how I guessed girlfriends might do it. I don't see them wrenching her legs apart in some aggressive position. She could move her feet and legs around pretty easily and I am sure she was feeling pretty confident she could handle all this. I put an inexpensive blindfold over her eyes just before I left the room, this would maybe allow me to be someone else a little easier.
I left the room.
A few minutes later I came in, she played along by saying her friends names, as if wondering where they had gone. I said, "they left". She played a little distressed as I said "They said you were waiting for me, I have some big plans for you." There was some role playing banter and then I got to it. First I had prepared the knee straps so they would slide over the foot straps and up Tracey's legs to her knees. I velcro'd them tight then took the straps and pulled them tight pulling her knees apart, exposing her black and white tiger print thong under her black skirt. I slid the the straps tight on the ankle binds as well and pulled her feet apart. She was in prime position for exploitation. And exploit her I would.
I started at her knees with light nails tickling up her brown, soft thighs. This is really ticklish for her, but she said it’s sensual so I thought this would be a good start for a stranger forcing a tickle torture on her. She becomes rather desperate as you move to the pit of her thighs just short of her panties. She is so sensitive here. I tickled her lightly there and she just jumped and screamed. It was terribly sexy as my hands were a little under her skirt doing this. I imagined a gorgeous, hot chick in a club and wanting to do this to her...and I was getting to do it. I held this position for about 45 seconds. It was pure pleasure watching her try vainly to defend herself. I know she feared the worst, which was me applying pressure in this spot, she can't stand it. It’s the money spot, the give up state secrets spot, give up your first born spot. I didn't do it. I saved it.
I strongly grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her ribs then stopped for a minute, kneeling between her thighs looking at that exposed workout belly of hers thinking she is going to be screaming her ass off once I dig into those abs of hers. She said, still playing the role, "Don't fuck me, you can't fuck me." I enjoyed saying, "Getting fucked is the least of your worries, young lady, I have a feeling you will be begging for me to do it to stop what's about to happen to you." And I tore into her abs. This was something Steve and Melanie didn't do. Basically play piano on her abs. Tracey was trying to turn but with her knees apart she could hardly do anything except thrash her head a little and scream, yell stop, and swear. A lot of swearing. I stopped and she just laid there breathing heavily trying to catch her breath.
I climbed further up on her body, pulled the skirt up over her head so it completely covered her head but exposed her tits, she wore no bra. She has a nice B cup chest, not big but great shape to them. Her nipples are medium to dark brown, about quarter size and become pretty hard when she's into it. Oh and they are ticklish as shit. She loves to be tickled lightly on the bottom side of her boobs. She giggles and it turns her on. Tickling her nipples is another thing. I love to pin her down and make quick circles on them with my tongue. She begs me to stop pretty strongly, so in the past I have. However, I had to sit and watch Steve tickle her nipples with his fingers while straddling her for about 2 and a half minutes. No way was I going to listen to stop today. She was going to have to endure.
I started by doing the light tickling of her boobs that she is into, did that for a minute or so then I changed to making circles around her nipples with my middle finger. Not right on them, but around them. She said, "Oh God! You have been thinking about this the whole time haven't you! Fucker! Be nice!" As I moved closer to home she went from this demanding tone to a begging tone. "Na! Na! Na! Na!....no, no, no, no...wait, wait, wait!" Then she started flipping side to side yelling as I worked her nipples quickly "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" "Faaaaaahhhhhhk!!!!!!" I did this for about 90 seconds, she was beside herself from it. Unlike Steve, I know what really gets her. Circular motion and then flicks across the tip of the nipple. Especially with the tongue......
I had placed a can of spray whip cream under the bed....a favorite of mine. A terror of Tracey's. She couldn't see it cuz she was blindfolded, but then I popped the cap and she said, "Oh you fucker, what is that..." She knew. I applied as directed. I covered both of her tits completely in whipped cream, such a mess I had made. It was time to tidy up....I love her tits in cream and I just dove in....She loves it too, I might add. Loves how intense I get about it, loves me licking all over her tits, the mess of it. But when the tongue eventually gets to clean up duty at ground zero, the nipple...its scream time and I am compelled to stop. Not that night. I pointed my tongue and ruthlessly tortured her nipples. Left, then right, then left, then right. Then reapply whipped cream and go for more. This is a different kind of tickle, it doesn't get easier, it gets worse. She just screamed,occasionally partially forming a word, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Oh fuhhhhhhhhhhhhk!!!!!!" "Puh puh puh puhlee, Ahhhhh!!! Fuhhhhh, nohhhhhh!!!" (I have this all on tape, wanna see? Ha! Forget it!) After probably 12-15 minutes of this, she claims it was an hour, I laid off. But she was freaked out by this time. "Still worried about getting fucked?" Slow shaking of the head, "No", she whimpered.
I didn't feel it was fair to just plow into more torture of an untouched area. But....this wasn't about fair. I raked from the elbows to the armpits and just worked my fingers lightly in the center of her torturously sensitive pits for an endless couple of minutes. She could twist pretty good here with her arms drawn strait up so I had to lock her in with my knees. I found the best luck with pinning her elbow down with one hand and my weight and then going to work with the free hand. She actually worked laughter into this part of it, tickled like crazy but wasn't the insanity of the nipple torture.
I moved back to kneel between her knees and slid my hands along her thighs and she begged, and I mean BEGGED insistently that I not dig into the pits of her legs at the top of her thighs. I watched Steve do this and get her to agree to things I didn't think she would allow, so certainly I would play this card as well. I started with circular motions and said, "sorry, ma'am, but I haven't heard a good argument for why I shouldn't put you through this." I poked in on the hot spots and she went simply crazy. A bizarre, hollering, panicking, scream, even calling for her mother at one point! I said, "Ma'am, unless you want this to continue, there are going to be some things you are going to have to do for me." "Oh, fuck, what..." I zapped her again. She went berserk.
This followed our previous experience’s path. I wanted her on her belly, hot ass in the air. I untied her legs and she flipped over happy to have her hottest spots out of play. I piled pillows under her hips and cranked her knees and ankles apart. Her black and white thong made a sexy pussy pouch, I had plans for that. Tracey still had the blindfold on and the skirt around her head. It kept some separation from between us so she could imagine what she wanted to imagine and so that she wasn’t quite sure what I was up to.
I was looking forward to this part, tickling her ass. She has a great response to this at first until it wears off a little. Start at the back of the knees, rake up the back of the thighs and then to the buns. It seems to build the higher you go til she just bursts out laughing and shaking her ass. She likes it so she tries to hold still for it, its fab! She hangs on, hangs on, starts to squeal a little then can’t take it and twists away. It was fun and a good break from the shear torture of the previous activities and from that which was yet to come. The view for me was terrific, great shape to her ass and legs, brown skin, the tickling making her full of goose bumps.
Then I took my thumbnail and starting at the top of her thong I worked down the thong toward her pussy. She quieted down as I moved down, raising her hips just a little, liking what she was feeling. Then all at once she shrieked and jumped, it tickled at the bottom. I kept doing this over again until I just concentrated on that ticklish spot. She was laughing and wriggling back and forth, but she seemed to be enjoying this. Time to pick up the pace.
Steve and Melanie had used a vibrator on Tracey to great affect and it was my turn to play this game. Tracey had a couple of them and after some prior searching I found them and brought one of them into play here. I brought it out with out her knowing. I stopped everything and we both sat quiet for a few moments before it went, “Cclick! Buzzzzzzzzz”. She jumped, “You ass!” Tracey is vulnerable to this but it can depend on the day. Some days are ticklish pussy days and others not as much. With what we had been doing, she was ripe for a trying experience.
I started it on low running it along her thong, top to bottom. She loved this, especially around the anus, she pushed back against it and I kept it there to get her primed up. I needed her to cum….and she needed not to come. Once she cums she is terribly sensitive down below and she knows it…So working her into a mood to HAVE to cum was important. We played for a while and she was panting pretty good. I started concentrating on the pussy. She moved away a few times cuz she knew what I was doing. It was a set up. But she really had no chance. She had to cum and I knew how to make it happen. I pressed the little machine against her hot spot and she pushed back. She said quietly, “you fucker” I said, “yep, you’re toast”. She let go, and when she lets go it can get a little loud. When she settled down I gave her a minute and started pressing in again. She can’t take that, never has been able to! She was dodging and divin all over with her hips to get away but there was nowhere to go. I pressed my knees against her inner thighs and she was wide open and virtually unable to move at all! She just had to take it. I turned the unit up to the highest setting and just set it on the hot spot. She was twisting her upper body, throwing her hair all over despite the skirt still being around her head, cursing like a sailor, then she just yelled, “SSSSStop it! Stahhhhhhhhhp!!!”
Her only defense in all this was her Victoria Secret black and white tiger stripe thong. Barely anything at all, but I felt it maybe didn’t allow her to truly experience all there was to experience here. I asked her, still playing along with her fantasy, “Do you mind if we removed this final line of defense you have here, it seems to be getting in the way.” “NO! NO! DO NOT! IM SERIOUS! I won’t let you tie me back up. NO!” I hated to do it, I love this thong (and what are these things, like 25 bucks?) But I had a scissors at the ready and before she could say another thing, I very forcibly grabbed the back of the thong, pulled it up and cut it. I cut them at the hips and tossed them aside. “Oh fuck! No!” I pressed in again with the vibrator, finding obvious sensitive spots that were hard to get at with the thong in the way. This made her move her hips up and down and side to side in a vain attempt to escape but I was in total control of the ride. She was biting the pillow, trying to pull her body up toward the headboard. I don’t know where she thought she was going to go. I pulled away then went in again. I set the vibrator down then rubbed her clit with my fingers and she sounded totally panicky now so I laid off for a few moments then tried once again, but she could jump away a little. I said, “You let me do this for 1 full minute or your getting fucked”. She said, “OK, OK, fuck me, please! I can’t take this anymore! Just promise you’ll stop.”
I believe we had ourselves a deal.
Since then we have been frequent ticklers. I have had to take it too and with what I put Tracey through, believe me she doesn’t hold back.
Hope you enjoyed!
There are going to be two follow ups to this story line, Tracey and Me and Tracey and Melanie. Tracey and Me happened within days of the first event, hey if Steve can do put her through it, why can't I, right? Tracey and Melanie is planned but not yet executed. Mel wants to be the victim this time, but (totally unfair!) she doesn't want any guys there for the party! OK, fine. I get it, but I was so damn close that first night! Crap!
As for Tracey and I, I had to exploit the fact that Steve had gotten to do things to Trace that I never had. She had never let me tie her up and tickle her before. She would be a little excited about the idea but never really came around to it. But now I had her, I mean how could she say no, right? Of course she couldn't and didn't. But she wanted to work her own little fantasy into it.
Steve touching her while she was bound up worked for her cuz she had had a fantasy since a Vegas girls trip about a guy they had met there. She liked him and found him sexy. She had fantasized that her friends tied her up and unbeknownst to her, he was waiting outside the room. They left, he entered. She wanted to play this out. Hey we all have our fantasies, I was happy to take her there!
We decided to film this whole thing, so I am able to recall the details completely as we have watched it about 5 times. She dressed in a short black dress she wears when she goes clubbing along with sexy high heels. She made herself up, did her hair, the whole thing...Its summer, Tracey is tan, she's in great shape. I simply do not tire of her, she is hot, people.
I first played the role of her friends tying her to the bed, the guise being just a game after discussing bondage, no specific intent. I decided to tie her wrists together and draw them up above her head. This would make it easier to roll her over later. I left the heels on cuz they are sexy and part of the whole hot chick at the club look. I tied her so her legs were fairly closed, this would seem pretty low key and how I guessed girlfriends might do it. I don't see them wrenching her legs apart in some aggressive position. She could move her feet and legs around pretty easily and I am sure she was feeling pretty confident she could handle all this. I put an inexpensive blindfold over her eyes just before I left the room, this would maybe allow me to be someone else a little easier.
I left the room.
A few minutes later I came in, she played along by saying her friends names, as if wondering where they had gone. I said, "they left". She played a little distressed as I said "They said you were waiting for me, I have some big plans for you." There was some role playing banter and then I got to it. First I had prepared the knee straps so they would slide over the foot straps and up Tracey's legs to her knees. I velcro'd them tight then took the straps and pulled them tight pulling her knees apart, exposing her black and white tiger print thong under her black skirt. I slid the the straps tight on the ankle binds as well and pulled her feet apart. She was in prime position for exploitation. And exploit her I would.
I started at her knees with light nails tickling up her brown, soft thighs. This is really ticklish for her, but she said it’s sensual so I thought this would be a good start for a stranger forcing a tickle torture on her. She becomes rather desperate as you move to the pit of her thighs just short of her panties. She is so sensitive here. I tickled her lightly there and she just jumped and screamed. It was terribly sexy as my hands were a little under her skirt doing this. I imagined a gorgeous, hot chick in a club and wanting to do this to her...and I was getting to do it. I held this position for about 45 seconds. It was pure pleasure watching her try vainly to defend herself. I know she feared the worst, which was me applying pressure in this spot, she can't stand it. It’s the money spot, the give up state secrets spot, give up your first born spot. I didn't do it. I saved it.
I strongly grabbed her skirt and pulled it up to her ribs then stopped for a minute, kneeling between her thighs looking at that exposed workout belly of hers thinking she is going to be screaming her ass off once I dig into those abs of hers. She said, still playing the role, "Don't fuck me, you can't fuck me." I enjoyed saying, "Getting fucked is the least of your worries, young lady, I have a feeling you will be begging for me to do it to stop what's about to happen to you." And I tore into her abs. This was something Steve and Melanie didn't do. Basically play piano on her abs. Tracey was trying to turn but with her knees apart she could hardly do anything except thrash her head a little and scream, yell stop, and swear. A lot of swearing. I stopped and she just laid there breathing heavily trying to catch her breath.
I climbed further up on her body, pulled the skirt up over her head so it completely covered her head but exposed her tits, she wore no bra. She has a nice B cup chest, not big but great shape to them. Her nipples are medium to dark brown, about quarter size and become pretty hard when she's into it. Oh and they are ticklish as shit. She loves to be tickled lightly on the bottom side of her boobs. She giggles and it turns her on. Tickling her nipples is another thing. I love to pin her down and make quick circles on them with my tongue. She begs me to stop pretty strongly, so in the past I have. However, I had to sit and watch Steve tickle her nipples with his fingers while straddling her for about 2 and a half minutes. No way was I going to listen to stop today. She was going to have to endure.
I started by doing the light tickling of her boobs that she is into, did that for a minute or so then I changed to making circles around her nipples with my middle finger. Not right on them, but around them. She said, "Oh God! You have been thinking about this the whole time haven't you! Fucker! Be nice!" As I moved closer to home she went from this demanding tone to a begging tone. "Na! Na! Na! Na!....no, no, no, no...wait, wait, wait!" Then she started flipping side to side yelling as I worked her nipples quickly "Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" "Faaaaaahhhhhhk!!!!!!" I did this for about 90 seconds, she was beside herself from it. Unlike Steve, I know what really gets her. Circular motion and then flicks across the tip of the nipple. Especially with the tongue......
I had placed a can of spray whip cream under the bed....a favorite of mine. A terror of Tracey's. She couldn't see it cuz she was blindfolded, but then I popped the cap and she said, "Oh you fucker, what is that..." She knew. I applied as directed. I covered both of her tits completely in whipped cream, such a mess I had made. It was time to tidy up....I love her tits in cream and I just dove in....She loves it too, I might add. Loves how intense I get about it, loves me licking all over her tits, the mess of it. But when the tongue eventually gets to clean up duty at ground zero, the nipple...its scream time and I am compelled to stop. Not that night. I pointed my tongue and ruthlessly tortured her nipples. Left, then right, then left, then right. Then reapply whipped cream and go for more. This is a different kind of tickle, it doesn't get easier, it gets worse. She just screamed,occasionally partially forming a word, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Oh fuhhhhhhhhhhhhk!!!!!!" "Puh puh puh puhlee, Ahhhhh!!! Fuhhhhh, nohhhhhh!!!" (I have this all on tape, wanna see? Ha! Forget it!) After probably 12-15 minutes of this, she claims it was an hour, I laid off. But she was freaked out by this time. "Still worried about getting fucked?" Slow shaking of the head, "No", she whimpered.
I didn't feel it was fair to just plow into more torture of an untouched area. But....this wasn't about fair. I raked from the elbows to the armpits and just worked my fingers lightly in the center of her torturously sensitive pits for an endless couple of minutes. She could twist pretty good here with her arms drawn strait up so I had to lock her in with my knees. I found the best luck with pinning her elbow down with one hand and my weight and then going to work with the free hand. She actually worked laughter into this part of it, tickled like crazy but wasn't the insanity of the nipple torture.
I moved back to kneel between her knees and slid my hands along her thighs and she begged, and I mean BEGGED insistently that I not dig into the pits of her legs at the top of her thighs. I watched Steve do this and get her to agree to things I didn't think she would allow, so certainly I would play this card as well. I started with circular motions and said, "sorry, ma'am, but I haven't heard a good argument for why I shouldn't put you through this." I poked in on the hot spots and she went simply crazy. A bizarre, hollering, panicking, scream, even calling for her mother at one point! I said, "Ma'am, unless you want this to continue, there are going to be some things you are going to have to do for me." "Oh, fuck, what..." I zapped her again. She went berserk.
This followed our previous experience’s path. I wanted her on her belly, hot ass in the air. I untied her legs and she flipped over happy to have her hottest spots out of play. I piled pillows under her hips and cranked her knees and ankles apart. Her black and white thong made a sexy pussy pouch, I had plans for that. Tracey still had the blindfold on and the skirt around her head. It kept some separation from between us so she could imagine what she wanted to imagine and so that she wasn’t quite sure what I was up to.
I was looking forward to this part, tickling her ass. She has a great response to this at first until it wears off a little. Start at the back of the knees, rake up the back of the thighs and then to the buns. It seems to build the higher you go til she just bursts out laughing and shaking her ass. She likes it so she tries to hold still for it, its fab! She hangs on, hangs on, starts to squeal a little then can’t take it and twists away. It was fun and a good break from the shear torture of the previous activities and from that which was yet to come. The view for me was terrific, great shape to her ass and legs, brown skin, the tickling making her full of goose bumps.
Then I took my thumbnail and starting at the top of her thong I worked down the thong toward her pussy. She quieted down as I moved down, raising her hips just a little, liking what she was feeling. Then all at once she shrieked and jumped, it tickled at the bottom. I kept doing this over again until I just concentrated on that ticklish spot. She was laughing and wriggling back and forth, but she seemed to be enjoying this. Time to pick up the pace.
Steve and Melanie had used a vibrator on Tracey to great affect and it was my turn to play this game. Tracey had a couple of them and after some prior searching I found them and brought one of them into play here. I brought it out with out her knowing. I stopped everything and we both sat quiet for a few moments before it went, “Cclick! Buzzzzzzzzz”. She jumped, “You ass!” Tracey is vulnerable to this but it can depend on the day. Some days are ticklish pussy days and others not as much. With what we had been doing, she was ripe for a trying experience.
I started it on low running it along her thong, top to bottom. She loved this, especially around the anus, she pushed back against it and I kept it there to get her primed up. I needed her to cum….and she needed not to come. Once she cums she is terribly sensitive down below and she knows it…So working her into a mood to HAVE to cum was important. We played for a while and she was panting pretty good. I started concentrating on the pussy. She moved away a few times cuz she knew what I was doing. It was a set up. But she really had no chance. She had to cum and I knew how to make it happen. I pressed the little machine against her hot spot and she pushed back. She said quietly, “you fucker” I said, “yep, you’re toast”. She let go, and when she lets go it can get a little loud. When she settled down I gave her a minute and started pressing in again. She can’t take that, never has been able to! She was dodging and divin all over with her hips to get away but there was nowhere to go. I pressed my knees against her inner thighs and she was wide open and virtually unable to move at all! She just had to take it. I turned the unit up to the highest setting and just set it on the hot spot. She was twisting her upper body, throwing her hair all over despite the skirt still being around her head, cursing like a sailor, then she just yelled, “SSSSStop it! Stahhhhhhhhhp!!!”
Her only defense in all this was her Victoria Secret black and white tiger stripe thong. Barely anything at all, but I felt it maybe didn’t allow her to truly experience all there was to experience here. I asked her, still playing along with her fantasy, “Do you mind if we removed this final line of defense you have here, it seems to be getting in the way.” “NO! NO! DO NOT! IM SERIOUS! I won’t let you tie me back up. NO!” I hated to do it, I love this thong (and what are these things, like 25 bucks?) But I had a scissors at the ready and before she could say another thing, I very forcibly grabbed the back of the thong, pulled it up and cut it. I cut them at the hips and tossed them aside. “Oh fuck! No!” I pressed in again with the vibrator, finding obvious sensitive spots that were hard to get at with the thong in the way. This made her move her hips up and down and side to side in a vain attempt to escape but I was in total control of the ride. She was biting the pillow, trying to pull her body up toward the headboard. I don’t know where she thought she was going to go. I pulled away then went in again. I set the vibrator down then rubbed her clit with my fingers and she sounded totally panicky now so I laid off for a few moments then tried once again, but she could jump away a little. I said, “You let me do this for 1 full minute or your getting fucked”. She said, “OK, OK, fuck me, please! I can’t take this anymore! Just promise you’ll stop.”
I believe we had ourselves a deal.
Since then we have been frequent ticklers. I have had to take it too and with what I put Tracey through, believe me she doesn’t hold back.
Hope you enjoyed!
