inflight82
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Every year my partner and I have a Halloween theme tickle session. This was our most recent one.
This time it was just me and him. We almost had our friends too but they wound up having to leave after our movie binge. This time we were in the basement. A few Bluetooth speakers were playing the sound of dripping water and echoing footsteps. The lights were all out and the only illumination came from a few candles. I was standing this time, my hands secured to a strong overhead fixture. There was a skull on a pedestal in front of me. Ryan set it just right where it was right at the edge of the light and ominous looking. It gave me a vague feeling of a dungeon, like Goro's Lair from Mortal Kombat.
The near darkness was a spooky fun touch. I never did get past being uneasy in darkness and usually have at least some hallway ambience in the house when we turn the rest of the lights off for the night. The light was low enough that Ryan was difficult to see and the footstep noises actually made it hard to figure out where he was when I couldn't see him. I didn't have my glasses on which made it even harder. And I was naked which always made me feel a little awkward in any open space and our basement is pretty good sized.
Once I was tied up and ready to start Ryan slipped into the shadows and I tensed up and waited for the first move. I tried not to look around. I wanted to be surprised. And I sure got one because all of a sudden he smacked my bottom with a paddle.
It was a good shot and really stung and now I yelped as I was bouncing around on my toes, trying to find him. He's played with spanking me on occasion but it's not his regular thing and it caught me off guard. I wondered if he had decided to surprise me with a completely different game for tonight. I did have my heart set on tickling and I was a little annoyed and also nervous that at any second that paddle was going to swing again. The low flickering light was throwing little shadows around and I was twisting side to side. I felt the paddle touch my bottom and I jumped and half grouched, half begged him not to swing it again.
The paddle disappeared and a few seconds later fingers were squeezing my sides. I started bouncing around and laughing and wiggling. Having to stand was definitely a significant part of the torment because my knees want to turn into water when I'm being tickled. He was right behind me. I kind of swayed hula style and went down and up and danced foot to foot. I had enough slack to go down on my knees. My armpits aren't ticklish so keeping them stretched open isn't something he had to think about. But I didn't have cushions and I knew if I went on my knees it would be hard to get back up and my feet would be showing. But oh my goodness it was so hard to stay on my feet and it wasn't even a very bad tickle. I tried to lean back against him which sort of helped but also made it easier for him to squeeze on my sides and keep me bubbling up laughter. I arched my back but that didn't really do anything. I tried to move forward but didn't have enough slack to keep away. I swung back against his chest, laughing and trying not to land on my bottom.
I got a break and a chance to catch my breath. I leaned over as I was panting and then that damn paddle slapped against my bottom again. It hurt and I yelled at him. He must have heard from my tone "maybe not tonight." He asked in a sincere voice if I wasn't wanting the paddle in the game and I said I didn't and it disappeared into the darkness for good.
When I caught my breath he started coming toward me from where that skull was. He was walking slowly and he raised his hands and started wiggling his fingers. I have always been a sucker for tickle fingers. It's impossible for me to not start giggling and squirming. It drives me crazy.
He took his time, letting me shuffle around and beg and try to swat at him with what motion I had. Then he dug his fingers in on either side of the bellybutton and wormed his fingers around in my abs. That made me laugh hard. It was very tickly and I started stamping my feet and twisting and leaning on him. The struggle to stay up took up as much of my strength as the tickling. He worked his fingers in perfectly and I was just belly laughing. I brought one knee up and then another, trying to defend myself as I hopped on the other foot but that wasn't a winning strategy either. I stepped on his feet but I felt his shoes protecting his toes. My hands weren't above my head but they weren't low enough for me to tickle back. I tried swatting at him again and dancing around, playing keep away from those fingers. It turned a little slapstick. I managed to move around enough to keep him from pressing his fingers in and really unlocking my ticklish spots. I had a small victory.
At one point he got around behind me and put one arm around my chest. I saw his other hand aiming above my waist and my whole body clenched. Now there was terror. I started squirming and fighting but he gripped my chest and hugged me tightly. Those fingers were an inch from my waist. I started shouting "NOOO! NOOO! NOOO! NOOO!" I knew I was going down hard if he tickled me there and he was being a prick and wiggling his fingers in ticking motions again. I was in panic mode watching those fingers flexing and curling like any second they were going to drop. I fought and wiggle and stamped my feet just frantically trying to stay away from those fingers. I pleaded with him not to go there. He touched his fingers right on my waist and I started cackling with laughter before I realized he wasn't tickling. He tormented me with the threat then walked away without tickling me and even as I was laughing in relief I shouted "You asshole!" I heard him laughing from the darkness.
His next attack was to start tickling my bottom with a feather. Which was actually pleasant except there is one spot where if he gets it right I start giggling and twisting around. And he was going for that spot. It turned into another silly half chase as I bounced on my toes and giggled and tried to flex away from that feather. After his last tease I was okay with a fun tickle. It was turning me on to. And when I become fully aroused he played his next card.
He put his arm around my chest and boy was I watching that second hand when it got near my waist. This time he started jerking me off. I closed my eyes and felt his body against mine. I asked him to take his shirt off and he did. I felt his skin against mine as the handjob picked back up. It felt good but not so good that I couldn't easily keep on my feet. At least until I got close. As I started tensing up he also started getting creative with his fingers and really working me up. Now it was a challenge.
My knees got weak as I started thrusting into his hand. I took a deep breath and started shooting across the floor. I grunted and went wild, lifting up on my toes while my knees tried to stay strong. It was heaven for a few seconds. I clenched my butt and kept pushing until I had to stop and I was panting and wobbly but still on my feet.
And then he started ticking my abs and I went down like a load of bricks. He held me so I didn't slam my knees on the floor. He guided me down and let me catch my breath. I heard him scooting around and he reappeared with a cushion for my knees.
He started wrapping himself around me and I saw that hand appear, curled like a claw, and I knew exactly where it was going. I had a brief moment to beg for mercy and then he started ticking my waist. I laughed frantically and tried to fold over on his hand. That tickle is so unbearable. I was going crazy but there was no way to move to escape it and my arms were high enough up now that it really felt like dungeon shackles. And he lingered there.
I was laughing so hard, trying to find some way to pull myself up, trying to get away from that hand. I tried to fold even more, then tried to bow out. I tried wiggling my hips and trying to get a foot in place. The tickling quickly overwhelmed me. I started babbling. I wanted away from that hand so much. And he is so freaking good at hitting that spot. I was laughing so hard I could barely get the words out, shaking my head no as I laughed. I can't speak for how intelligible I was but he got offers ranging from sex to me raking the leaves without his help which is a big offer since we both hate it. He wasn't moved and it got too hard to talk. I leaned forward and kept laughing. I couldn't stop until he finally quit.
After that he undid my hands. He kept his arms around me which I was thankful for because I slumped against him like a sack of potatoes. He held me for a little bit, letting me get some air and strength back. Then he helped me stand and shuffle to the old couch we have there. I plopped down, taking up the whole couch, and I took a deep breath as I tried to recharge.
I felt him sit down on top of me and an alarm bell went off in my head. He started lifting my legs up and pinning my ankles. He got another flurry of nos as I tried to wiggle out from under him but I didn't have any energy in the tank. He tickled my feet and I half buried my face in an old pillow and laughed. I should have known my feet weren't getting out of this untouched. I found the energy to wiggle some more. I was frazzled after the waist tickling. I tried to twist and smack at him but I was tired and the way he was sitting on me was trapping me. I stopped fighting and laid there laughing and waiting for him to get it out of his system. I reached the point of getting a little flustered and shouted "Fucking stop!" He finally did. I felt him ruffle my hair and pat my back and then I could relax.
This time it was just me and him. We almost had our friends too but they wound up having to leave after our movie binge. This time we were in the basement. A few Bluetooth speakers were playing the sound of dripping water and echoing footsteps. The lights were all out and the only illumination came from a few candles. I was standing this time, my hands secured to a strong overhead fixture. There was a skull on a pedestal in front of me. Ryan set it just right where it was right at the edge of the light and ominous looking. It gave me a vague feeling of a dungeon, like Goro's Lair from Mortal Kombat.
The near darkness was a spooky fun touch. I never did get past being uneasy in darkness and usually have at least some hallway ambience in the house when we turn the rest of the lights off for the night. The light was low enough that Ryan was difficult to see and the footstep noises actually made it hard to figure out where he was when I couldn't see him. I didn't have my glasses on which made it even harder. And I was naked which always made me feel a little awkward in any open space and our basement is pretty good sized.
Once I was tied up and ready to start Ryan slipped into the shadows and I tensed up and waited for the first move. I tried not to look around. I wanted to be surprised. And I sure got one because all of a sudden he smacked my bottom with a paddle.
It was a good shot and really stung and now I yelped as I was bouncing around on my toes, trying to find him. He's played with spanking me on occasion but it's not his regular thing and it caught me off guard. I wondered if he had decided to surprise me with a completely different game for tonight. I did have my heart set on tickling and I was a little annoyed and also nervous that at any second that paddle was going to swing again. The low flickering light was throwing little shadows around and I was twisting side to side. I felt the paddle touch my bottom and I jumped and half grouched, half begged him not to swing it again.
The paddle disappeared and a few seconds later fingers were squeezing my sides. I started bouncing around and laughing and wiggling. Having to stand was definitely a significant part of the torment because my knees want to turn into water when I'm being tickled. He was right behind me. I kind of swayed hula style and went down and up and danced foot to foot. I had enough slack to go down on my knees. My armpits aren't ticklish so keeping them stretched open isn't something he had to think about. But I didn't have cushions and I knew if I went on my knees it would be hard to get back up and my feet would be showing. But oh my goodness it was so hard to stay on my feet and it wasn't even a very bad tickle. I tried to lean back against him which sort of helped but also made it easier for him to squeeze on my sides and keep me bubbling up laughter. I arched my back but that didn't really do anything. I tried to move forward but didn't have enough slack to keep away. I swung back against his chest, laughing and trying not to land on my bottom.
I got a break and a chance to catch my breath. I leaned over as I was panting and then that damn paddle slapped against my bottom again. It hurt and I yelled at him. He must have heard from my tone "maybe not tonight." He asked in a sincere voice if I wasn't wanting the paddle in the game and I said I didn't and it disappeared into the darkness for good.
When I caught my breath he started coming toward me from where that skull was. He was walking slowly and he raised his hands and started wiggling his fingers. I have always been a sucker for tickle fingers. It's impossible for me to not start giggling and squirming. It drives me crazy.
He took his time, letting me shuffle around and beg and try to swat at him with what motion I had. Then he dug his fingers in on either side of the bellybutton and wormed his fingers around in my abs. That made me laugh hard. It was very tickly and I started stamping my feet and twisting and leaning on him. The struggle to stay up took up as much of my strength as the tickling. He worked his fingers in perfectly and I was just belly laughing. I brought one knee up and then another, trying to defend myself as I hopped on the other foot but that wasn't a winning strategy either. I stepped on his feet but I felt his shoes protecting his toes. My hands weren't above my head but they weren't low enough for me to tickle back. I tried swatting at him again and dancing around, playing keep away from those fingers. It turned a little slapstick. I managed to move around enough to keep him from pressing his fingers in and really unlocking my ticklish spots. I had a small victory.
At one point he got around behind me and put one arm around my chest. I saw his other hand aiming above my waist and my whole body clenched. Now there was terror. I started squirming and fighting but he gripped my chest and hugged me tightly. Those fingers were an inch from my waist. I started shouting "NOOO! NOOO! NOOO! NOOO!" I knew I was going down hard if he tickled me there and he was being a prick and wiggling his fingers in ticking motions again. I was in panic mode watching those fingers flexing and curling like any second they were going to drop. I fought and wiggle and stamped my feet just frantically trying to stay away from those fingers. I pleaded with him not to go there. He touched his fingers right on my waist and I started cackling with laughter before I realized he wasn't tickling. He tormented me with the threat then walked away without tickling me and even as I was laughing in relief I shouted "You asshole!" I heard him laughing from the darkness.
His next attack was to start tickling my bottom with a feather. Which was actually pleasant except there is one spot where if he gets it right I start giggling and twisting around. And he was going for that spot. It turned into another silly half chase as I bounced on my toes and giggled and tried to flex away from that feather. After his last tease I was okay with a fun tickle. It was turning me on to. And when I become fully aroused he played his next card.
He put his arm around my chest and boy was I watching that second hand when it got near my waist. This time he started jerking me off. I closed my eyes and felt his body against mine. I asked him to take his shirt off and he did. I felt his skin against mine as the handjob picked back up. It felt good but not so good that I couldn't easily keep on my feet. At least until I got close. As I started tensing up he also started getting creative with his fingers and really working me up. Now it was a challenge.
My knees got weak as I started thrusting into his hand. I took a deep breath and started shooting across the floor. I grunted and went wild, lifting up on my toes while my knees tried to stay strong. It was heaven for a few seconds. I clenched my butt and kept pushing until I had to stop and I was panting and wobbly but still on my feet.
And then he started ticking my abs and I went down like a load of bricks. He held me so I didn't slam my knees on the floor. He guided me down and let me catch my breath. I heard him scooting around and he reappeared with a cushion for my knees.
He started wrapping himself around me and I saw that hand appear, curled like a claw, and I knew exactly where it was going. I had a brief moment to beg for mercy and then he started ticking my waist. I laughed frantically and tried to fold over on his hand. That tickle is so unbearable. I was going crazy but there was no way to move to escape it and my arms were high enough up now that it really felt like dungeon shackles. And he lingered there.
I was laughing so hard, trying to find some way to pull myself up, trying to get away from that hand. I tried to fold even more, then tried to bow out. I tried wiggling my hips and trying to get a foot in place. The tickling quickly overwhelmed me. I started babbling. I wanted away from that hand so much. And he is so freaking good at hitting that spot. I was laughing so hard I could barely get the words out, shaking my head no as I laughed. I can't speak for how intelligible I was but he got offers ranging from sex to me raking the leaves without his help which is a big offer since we both hate it. He wasn't moved and it got too hard to talk. I leaned forward and kept laughing. I couldn't stop until he finally quit.
After that he undid my hands. He kept his arms around me which I was thankful for because I slumped against him like a sack of potatoes. He held me for a little bit, letting me get some air and strength back. Then he helped me stand and shuffle to the old couch we have there. I plopped down, taking up the whole couch, and I took a deep breath as I tried to recharge.
I felt him sit down on top of me and an alarm bell went off in my head. He started lifting my legs up and pinning my ankles. He got another flurry of nos as I tried to wiggle out from under him but I didn't have any energy in the tank. He tickled my feet and I half buried my face in an old pillow and laughed. I should have known my feet weren't getting out of this untouched. I found the energy to wiggle some more. I was frazzled after the waist tickling. I tried to twist and smack at him but I was tired and the way he was sitting on me was trapping me. I stopped fighting and laid there laughing and waiting for him to get it out of his system. I reached the point of getting a little flustered and shouted "Fucking stop!" He finally did. I felt him ruffle my hair and pat my back and then I could relax.
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