inflight82
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It was the evening before Halloween. I was tied to the bed. Hands and feet stretched out snugly. There was a blindfold around my eyes and a ball gag in my mouth. I couldn't see any light around the blindfold either. The lights must have been low. I could feel the ceiling fan blowing on my skin. I was wearing just pajama bottoms. There were earbuds in my ears and a long loop of haunted house sound effects was blotting out my hearing. I was tense all over. I knew Ryan was out there. I let my imagination go, tried to imagine I was locked in a supernatural torture house with an evil demon planning a literal death by tickling. It was wickedly fun.
I jumped as I felt something pour onto my belly. A bit of lotion. I jumped again as Ryan spread it with his fingertips. My first burst of laughter hit when he spent more time than he needed working some into my bellybutton. He spread the lotion around my midriff. There was a pause. Then I felt finger claws. They dragged across my slippery skin and my muscles jolted as I started giggling.
It was a fun torment. His fingers kept dragging, never wiggling in deep which is more torturous. My muscles kept juddering and my laughter was easy enough that even with the gag it was easy to breathe. I imagined a demon grinning as he ran his claws over me. Ryan wiggled into my navel again and I jumped and laughed a little harder. The claws raked over my skin. I couldn't stop squirming. It was driving me crazy in the best possible way. A slow raking over every inch of skin. My stomach was hairless and the claws slithered easily, bringing out a constant spasm of giggles and easy laughter. My belly muscles tried to pull in or trembled like there was a tiny earthquake and it tickled me delightfully.
Suddenly the mattress dipped. I felt Ryan straddle me. I had a few moments to get some air as the tickling paused. I tried to sense beyond the blindfold what might happen next. The soundtrack had chains dragging and a groaning floor. My breathing was getting faster. Then suddenly fingers, no claws this time, were digging into my belly. The tickle hit much harder and I laughed into the gag. It wasn't too bad but I was laughing harder and it was more challenging to breathe with the gag in. And the constant noise from the earbuds was messing every sense up and almost making me feel dizzy. I felt the tickling and heard ghosts and I laughed vigorously into the gag. A finger wiggled into my bellybutton and I bucked. Ryan knew I was touchy there and kept jabbing. Those fingers wriggled deep and I belly laughed hard, my body lifting up then flopping onto the bed.
I suddenly realized the fingers were moving lower. Now I felt sincere terror. They were going to my worst spot. I shook my head no as I laughed. It was the one spot I always hated being tickled on no matter what. I thrashed around, pulling at the ties. I could feel the fingers getting closer. Wailing ghosts and demon laughter sounded in my ears. I felt a finger hook my pajama bottoms and pull them down. I shook my head and went "MMM MMM!!! MMMM MMMMM!" and tried to babble into the gag. I felt thumbs and fingers squeezing into the spot between bellybutton and groin. I felt that horrible tickle sensation and the urge to laugh became profound. Every hand and foot pulled hard and I howled into that gag.
It was horrible. That tickle sensation was so unbearable. I couldn't control my laughter at all. It felt like I couldn't even breathe. I threw myself against the ropes, desperate to get away from those damn fingers. They were squeezing and kneading and it was so horribly ticklish. Demon laughter mocked me and the house groaned as wind blew. I couldn't think of my imagined fantasy now though. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack.I couldn't stop laughing for even a second. I arched my back and pulled at my hands and feet. I couldn't breathe at all - at least it seems that way. I felt like I was drowning in laughter, unable to get even a single breath in. I probably was breathing but it felt like I couldn't. I was laughing so hard. I wanted it to stop just please make it stop. It wouldn't stop. Those wicked fingers just kept going. I pulled as hard as I could but my hands and feet wouldn't budge. The darkness and the noise and the fingers all combined and it felt like pure madness. I wanted to escape. It wasn't fun now. I felt trapped. And the tickling just kept going. I wanted to beg but even without the gag I was losing it. It was torture.
The tickling stopped. Finally. I felt the weight shift off of the bed. I could finally get some air. As intense as it has been, I knew I had some time to calm down and savored it, getting as much air as I could. Ryan is a good partner. I felt the gag slip out and I took deep breaths. I felt his hand gently running my chest and helping me calm down. For awhile I could recover my senses. Then the gag went back in and I knew I wasn't out of the tickle haunted house yet.
I felt a light tickling on the bottoms of my feet. I started to giggle. The finger claws were at it again. But it wasn't bad. Enough to get me laughing. But a teasing torment rather than an OMG I feel like I'm dying kind. I enjoyed it and tuned into my imagination again, picturing myself being tickled by a devilish skeleton, having fun with the noises in my ears. The fingers skittered and played with my toes. I wiggled my feet around and played catch me with the fingers. I couldn't move much but it was still amusing. I turned my foot in different directions. The skittering claws were just the right kind of tickle. Annoying enough that my feet were going all over the place trying to escape yet at the same time I was glad I couldn't and the skeleton fingers drove me crazy. Creepy crawlie fingers that made goosebumps go up my legs.
It was playful for awhile and then the claws started dragging. That tickled quite a bit more and now I was belly laughing. My abs were starting to get sore now. With every rake that ticklish sensation bit like monster teeth and another rush of laughter would be pushed up out of me. My feet tried with greater sincerity to escape those fingers. I felt the ropes pull against my ankles. The claws dragged up and down and kept me laughing as my stomach burned just a little more with each spasm. Sometimes they would wiggle into my toes and jolt me even harder. I tried to keep myself breathing steadily. Now the werewolves had arrived. Claws and more claws on my feet. It hurt to laugh. I was starting to wish that any second I would feel those restraints coming off.
The tickling stopped. Another werewolf howl. I hoped for escape but I felt tugging on the hem of my pajamas. I started wiggling around and trying to talk through the gag. I was afraid my waistline was going to be tickled again. I tried to beg and form the words. Once was enough. That kind of tickle torture was a special kind of hell. And then I felt him start jerking me off.
I calmed down. I was glad for another reprieve. Ryan takes good care of me. I enjoyed the experience. Ghosts were moaning and thunder rumbled but his hands felt good and I felt his lips kissing my stomach as his hand pumped up and down. I felt his mouth go over my shaft and now I was in heaven. His tongue moved and I melted into the bed. He could do that for as long as he wanted.
My breathing was getting shallow and I was close to having an orgasm. His mouth moved away and I had just enough time to be annoyed when suddenly those fingers started squeezing my waist. Just like that I was dumped into tickling hell again. I started laughing like crazy and bucked in frustration as Ryan tickled me. Those evil fingers kept squeezing in just the right way to trigger awful jolts of ticklish sensation. I was sweaty and my stomach ached. I was ready to be done. But the hands kept ticking and I couldn't stop laughing. I twisted my head around trying to shake off the blindfold. I dislodged the earbuds but Ryan put them back on and kept tickling. The monster laughter seemed to mock me. I rocked up and down, trying to hard to escape those fingers. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I was trapped in the dark with tickling fingers and a demonic haunted house.
Ryan's ticking moved up over my belly. It was no longer hellish but I was still worn thin. I kept right on laughing. I still wanted out. I pulled at the ropes but I couldn't pull as hard. I threw a wiggle tantrum, trying to pull my body inward and stop those maddening fingers. Then I gave up and let myself laugh. I couldn't escape it. I was Ryan's to tickle and nothing could stop it. It hurt to laugh but I couldn't stop. All I could do was endure it and wait for him to tire of it. I was getting so tired but still my body kept laughing. I didn't get a say in the matter.
Again the gears suddenly shifted as his hands went back to my cock and started stroking. At this point I was weary and wound up and frazzled. And I knew Ryan's sense of humor. I couldn't trust the fun to last. But he kept going and eventually I could unwind enough to get into it. I was still worried that any second the tickling would resume but he was good at pleasuring me and eventually I was enjoying the attention too much. The pleasure built. His hands worked on me. I started breathing faster and pushed my hips up as the pleasure erupted inside of me. I felt it splashing on my stomach. I wiggled my toes and panted. It felt really good. With all the noise in my ears I couldn't hear the electric toothbrush start up.
I felt the bristles right on the head of my cock. It tickled but it also was almost painful too. I screamed into the gag as he moved the bristles around. It wasn't a laugh making tickle. It was the more insanity inducing kind coupled with an almost burning level of intensity. I wiggled frantically but there was no escaping it. He only did it for a few seconds but it was horrible. Then the brush started snaking up and down the underside of my shaft. It wasn't painful now and for a short while I was laughing like crazy. It tickled awfully. I was actually grateful to go flaccid.
My pajama bottoms were pulled back into place, above the waistline - thank goodness for that assurance. A towel rubbed over my stomach to clean me up. I still wasn't sure if I was in the clear but then I felt the ball gag being taken out and I had a sigh of relief. I had survived the haunted house. The restraints on my hands started loosening. I didn't want to move but it felt good to be able to. I laid still as my hands were fully freed. I didn't even take off the blindfold.
Suddenly the claws were tickling my feet again. I lurched up in a fit of laughter. Sometimes I feel like strangling this goofball. I yanked off the blindfold and saw him grinning at me. I was exhausted but I flopped up and down as I laughed. I grabbed the towel and threw it at his face. I grabbed at my ankles. I wound up back on my back, begging him to stop. I was ready to quit and he just wouldn't stop tickling. When his fingers finally did drop and I laid there and waited for my ankles to be completely free before calling him a prick. He laid next to me and gave me a hug. I gave him a dirty look but we both knew I'd be back for more eventually.
I jumped as I felt something pour onto my belly. A bit of lotion. I jumped again as Ryan spread it with his fingertips. My first burst of laughter hit when he spent more time than he needed working some into my bellybutton. He spread the lotion around my midriff. There was a pause. Then I felt finger claws. They dragged across my slippery skin and my muscles jolted as I started giggling.
It was a fun torment. His fingers kept dragging, never wiggling in deep which is more torturous. My muscles kept juddering and my laughter was easy enough that even with the gag it was easy to breathe. I imagined a demon grinning as he ran his claws over me. Ryan wiggled into my navel again and I jumped and laughed a little harder. The claws raked over my skin. I couldn't stop squirming. It was driving me crazy in the best possible way. A slow raking over every inch of skin. My stomach was hairless and the claws slithered easily, bringing out a constant spasm of giggles and easy laughter. My belly muscles tried to pull in or trembled like there was a tiny earthquake and it tickled me delightfully.
Suddenly the mattress dipped. I felt Ryan straddle me. I had a few moments to get some air as the tickling paused. I tried to sense beyond the blindfold what might happen next. The soundtrack had chains dragging and a groaning floor. My breathing was getting faster. Then suddenly fingers, no claws this time, were digging into my belly. The tickle hit much harder and I laughed into the gag. It wasn't too bad but I was laughing harder and it was more challenging to breathe with the gag in. And the constant noise from the earbuds was messing every sense up and almost making me feel dizzy. I felt the tickling and heard ghosts and I laughed vigorously into the gag. A finger wiggled into my bellybutton and I bucked. Ryan knew I was touchy there and kept jabbing. Those fingers wriggled deep and I belly laughed hard, my body lifting up then flopping onto the bed.
I suddenly realized the fingers were moving lower. Now I felt sincere terror. They were going to my worst spot. I shook my head no as I laughed. It was the one spot I always hated being tickled on no matter what. I thrashed around, pulling at the ties. I could feel the fingers getting closer. Wailing ghosts and demon laughter sounded in my ears. I felt a finger hook my pajama bottoms and pull them down. I shook my head and went "MMM MMM!!! MMMM MMMMM!" and tried to babble into the gag. I felt thumbs and fingers squeezing into the spot between bellybutton and groin. I felt that horrible tickle sensation and the urge to laugh became profound. Every hand and foot pulled hard and I howled into that gag.
It was horrible. That tickle sensation was so unbearable. I couldn't control my laughter at all. It felt like I couldn't even breathe. I threw myself against the ropes, desperate to get away from those damn fingers. They were squeezing and kneading and it was so horribly ticklish. Demon laughter mocked me and the house groaned as wind blew. I couldn't think of my imagined fantasy now though. I felt like I was on the verge of a panic attack.I couldn't stop laughing for even a second. I arched my back and pulled at my hands and feet. I couldn't breathe at all - at least it seems that way. I felt like I was drowning in laughter, unable to get even a single breath in. I probably was breathing but it felt like I couldn't. I was laughing so hard. I wanted it to stop just please make it stop. It wouldn't stop. Those wicked fingers just kept going. I pulled as hard as I could but my hands and feet wouldn't budge. The darkness and the noise and the fingers all combined and it felt like pure madness. I wanted to escape. It wasn't fun now. I felt trapped. And the tickling just kept going. I wanted to beg but even without the gag I was losing it. It was torture.
The tickling stopped. Finally. I felt the weight shift off of the bed. I could finally get some air. As intense as it has been, I knew I had some time to calm down and savored it, getting as much air as I could. Ryan is a good partner. I felt the gag slip out and I took deep breaths. I felt his hand gently running my chest and helping me calm down. For awhile I could recover my senses. Then the gag went back in and I knew I wasn't out of the tickle haunted house yet.
I felt a light tickling on the bottoms of my feet. I started to giggle. The finger claws were at it again. But it wasn't bad. Enough to get me laughing. But a teasing torment rather than an OMG I feel like I'm dying kind. I enjoyed it and tuned into my imagination again, picturing myself being tickled by a devilish skeleton, having fun with the noises in my ears. The fingers skittered and played with my toes. I wiggled my feet around and played catch me with the fingers. I couldn't move much but it was still amusing. I turned my foot in different directions. The skittering claws were just the right kind of tickle. Annoying enough that my feet were going all over the place trying to escape yet at the same time I was glad I couldn't and the skeleton fingers drove me crazy. Creepy crawlie fingers that made goosebumps go up my legs.
It was playful for awhile and then the claws started dragging. That tickled quite a bit more and now I was belly laughing. My abs were starting to get sore now. With every rake that ticklish sensation bit like monster teeth and another rush of laughter would be pushed up out of me. My feet tried with greater sincerity to escape those fingers. I felt the ropes pull against my ankles. The claws dragged up and down and kept me laughing as my stomach burned just a little more with each spasm. Sometimes they would wiggle into my toes and jolt me even harder. I tried to keep myself breathing steadily. Now the werewolves had arrived. Claws and more claws on my feet. It hurt to laugh. I was starting to wish that any second I would feel those restraints coming off.
The tickling stopped. Another werewolf howl. I hoped for escape but I felt tugging on the hem of my pajamas. I started wiggling around and trying to talk through the gag. I was afraid my waistline was going to be tickled again. I tried to beg and form the words. Once was enough. That kind of tickle torture was a special kind of hell. And then I felt him start jerking me off.
I calmed down. I was glad for another reprieve. Ryan takes good care of me. I enjoyed the experience. Ghosts were moaning and thunder rumbled but his hands felt good and I felt his lips kissing my stomach as his hand pumped up and down. I felt his mouth go over my shaft and now I was in heaven. His tongue moved and I melted into the bed. He could do that for as long as he wanted.
My breathing was getting shallow and I was close to having an orgasm. His mouth moved away and I had just enough time to be annoyed when suddenly those fingers started squeezing my waist. Just like that I was dumped into tickling hell again. I started laughing like crazy and bucked in frustration as Ryan tickled me. Those evil fingers kept squeezing in just the right way to trigger awful jolts of ticklish sensation. I was sweaty and my stomach ached. I was ready to be done. But the hands kept ticking and I couldn't stop laughing. I twisted my head around trying to shake off the blindfold. I dislodged the earbuds but Ryan put them back on and kept tickling. The monster laughter seemed to mock me. I rocked up and down, trying to hard to escape those fingers. I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. I was trapped in the dark with tickling fingers and a demonic haunted house.
Ryan's ticking moved up over my belly. It was no longer hellish but I was still worn thin. I kept right on laughing. I still wanted out. I pulled at the ropes but I couldn't pull as hard. I threw a wiggle tantrum, trying to pull my body inward and stop those maddening fingers. Then I gave up and let myself laugh. I couldn't escape it. I was Ryan's to tickle and nothing could stop it. It hurt to laugh but I couldn't stop. All I could do was endure it and wait for him to tire of it. I was getting so tired but still my body kept laughing. I didn't get a say in the matter.
Again the gears suddenly shifted as his hands went back to my cock and started stroking. At this point I was weary and wound up and frazzled. And I knew Ryan's sense of humor. I couldn't trust the fun to last. But he kept going and eventually I could unwind enough to get into it. I was still worried that any second the tickling would resume but he was good at pleasuring me and eventually I was enjoying the attention too much. The pleasure built. His hands worked on me. I started breathing faster and pushed my hips up as the pleasure erupted inside of me. I felt it splashing on my stomach. I wiggled my toes and panted. It felt really good. With all the noise in my ears I couldn't hear the electric toothbrush start up.
I felt the bristles right on the head of my cock. It tickled but it also was almost painful too. I screamed into the gag as he moved the bristles around. It wasn't a laugh making tickle. It was the more insanity inducing kind coupled with an almost burning level of intensity. I wiggled frantically but there was no escaping it. He only did it for a few seconds but it was horrible. Then the brush started snaking up and down the underside of my shaft. It wasn't painful now and for a short while I was laughing like crazy. It tickled awfully. I was actually grateful to go flaccid.
My pajama bottoms were pulled back into place, above the waistline - thank goodness for that assurance. A towel rubbed over my stomach to clean me up. I still wasn't sure if I was in the clear but then I felt the ball gag being taken out and I had a sigh of relief. I had survived the haunted house. The restraints on my hands started loosening. I didn't want to move but it felt good to be able to. I laid still as my hands were fully freed. I didn't even take off the blindfold.
Suddenly the claws were tickling my feet again. I lurched up in a fit of laughter. Sometimes I feel like strangling this goofball. I yanked off the blindfold and saw him grinning at me. I was exhausted but I flopped up and down as I laughed. I grabbed the towel and threw it at his face. I grabbed at my ankles. I wound up back on my back, begging him to stop. I was ready to quit and he just wouldn't stop tickling. When his fingers finally did drop and I laid there and waited for my ankles to be completely free before calling him a prick. He laid next to me and gave me a hug. I gave him a dirty look but we both knew I'd be back for more eventually.
