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Her First Ticklish Situation (M/F)

Ryan19

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I looked at her, stared at her for a good long time. I stood in my exercise room watching her tug uselessly at her bonds. She layed face up stretched at length across a large blue athletic massage table. She looked cute to, dressed in a semi dressy red shirt, blue jeans and long black boots. Her wrists were bound together over her head and her legs spread to each side of the table in a y position. How lucky, how interesting her situation was. As she stared at me innocently, I retraced my steps thinking of how I got her into this.

Her name was Mia. A girl I was so attracted to, for the longest time. Actually I was not only attracted to her but had a maddening crush on her. I could only spend time day dreaming and speculating about her until now.

She has that long black silky hair that I love. Her shirt rhode up a little, just barely showing her smooth looking skin. I hoped to find out how smooth at some point…….Looking at her face I always notice her thick and smooth cheeks, and her cute dimples. She has a slim figure with just a few extra inches around her waist. The whole time we were in class together I still hadn’t gotten even a peek at her feet. One of the best things about her was this shy girl aura, so obvious. I could almost smell it emanating off her.

She was in my calculus class. A smart girl to. I talked to her every chance I got, as often as possible after class. I had gotten to know her fairly well, and every time we talked she seemed to let her guard down a little more, and a bit more the conversation after.

Those little cracks, those holes, those moments of impulsiveness are exactly what led to her being where she was.

*Tsk Tsk, Mia Mia* I thought, letting my devious little mind go to work.

When we talked before she expressed her interest in trying new things. Thus the chain started. Trying new things started with partying. Then it jumped to dancing in public, and breaking her own rules with me, then a drink, then a few drinks annnndd shazam. She found herself in her current situation.

How lucky for me that in a moment of weakness, a period of judgment fog, Mia had agreed to be tied down for just “A short tickle test.”

Key word Short…....heh

I turned to her again staring, letting my eyes run over her. She kept struggling and finally spoke. Upon hearing her voice I was dragged out of my daydreams and back to reality.

“Ryan! Hey Ryan! Are you even listening to me! I don’t want to this anymore let me go. Im serious! STOP LAUGHING!” She pouted as her eye brows arched up. Her dark brown eyes broadcasted a worried look.

“Well you are kinda already tied up,……right? I mean as long as your tied up we might as well……..No use letting all this effort go to waste?”

After all of this I couldn’t very well just let her go. I had to have an answer to that question, that one I had since the day I met her. That question that beckons and bothers every ticklers mind until they find out

*Are you ticklish?*

I smirked coming over to table sitting on the side of it.

She shook her head furiously, pleading with me not to. She seemed pretty adamant about it, a sure sign she’s ticklish to high hell.

Before she could speak again, my finger teased lightly at her shirted side. It pressed into the red fabric deeply digging at her side, stroking up and down ever so slowly, just probing.

“Urrkkkkkk….Tssssssshhhuuuuuuhhhhh oK….Ok w-wee checked we can stop…You can….uhhhh d-did the test …..Leeeeee….meeeee….Lemme goo now………..Yooooooooooooouuuu cannn leet me goooo…”

Her voice was so unsteady, such a reaction from a light touch.

“Ummhmmm, suuuuurrreee.” I carelessly hummed.

*Oh how cute, she actually thought I would let her go.*

I went on ignoring her just running my finger up and down her sides slowly, occasionally branching out to her ribs. My fingers aimed to dissect her, to detect any spot that was susceptible. I just wanted her to know..........to know how utterly powerless she really was to stop me.

The more I probed the more her reactions leaked through. Her face started to squinch up, her eyebrows twitched, her lips twisted up, all trying to conceal her obvious secret. And her defenses were already so flimsy. It would only take a little hounding.

“Pleassseeee Just Stop now Im not even that ticklish………….Reallly That’s enough….. S-Sttooppppphehe……..Aheheheehee.”

The slow dribble of pre giggles started.

“Ohhhhh I don’t know if I believe that. You seem awfully giggly all of a sudden.” I was careful to stop before her damn totally broke.

“Well Mia. I would let you go but…..now you’ve got me curious. I just wonder where else you may have this little....... issue…”

She composed herself groaning and trying to flash me an angry look.

“You understand don’t you?” I poked her a few more times and spat out.

“Noo Noo I…..Hehehehehe Yess YEss!.............Stop Making Me Laugh this isn’t funny anymore!”

“Hehe, then what do you keep laughing for?”

I walked around to the head of the table dragging my finger along her body as I did. Ohh, the tremors that I felt through her body.

Just to tease her my fingers formed up into walking fingers. From her wrists they walked, stepping and tip toeing gradually down to her underarms. Each step making the poor girl under them shiver.

*Tip Toe Tip toe* My devilish fingers made their way from the palms of her hands, to her wrists, forearms, triceps and finally her defenseless underarms.

When I arrived I noticed the small sweat stains coming from the base of her shirt, right at the base of her underarms. Was it that hot in this room or was she just that nervous? Hmmmm who knows……

My hands at first only took short nips at her underarms, testing their sensitivity.

“How about up here Mia? Tons of people have sensitive underarms. Hmmmm I wonder????”

What a tough time she had just holding out against this. She was so ready to let it all go, all she needed was a little push. I switched from my little pokes and teases transitioning quickly into a circling motion tracing the shape of her under flesh. And of course there she went.

“Ahhh Aheemmmmheheheheehee….StoppppiiiitttHhahahahahahaaaaaaa Ok IT TICKLES A LOT! IT Tickles Stop IT Ryan! AHehehehEee!”

*If only it was that easy love* I thought admiring her budding dimples.

She was clearly a amateur with any sort of tickling, not knowing that admitting ticklishness only provokes a ler.

I Added my other hand circling my fingers lightly over both shirted pits. The squeals that came from her were intoxicating. And the harder I circled the more her laughter climbed.

Those arms tried more than once to come down and defend, but I made sure she was tied tight. There would be no escape unless I permitted it.

Tug after tug after tug she heaved but nothing changed. She was still hysterical, and I was still ravenous to see her squirm.

I had enough of tickling outside her clothes. It was long overdue, my fingers tasting her flesh I mean.

I switched swiftly from her shirted armpits. Before she even knew what was happening I was down at her midsection. My fingers pushed her shirt up slightly revealing just a little patch of tummy skin, between her belt and shirt.

They began their torturous dance on her belly. Fingers wiggled and tickled on either side of her distracting innie bellybutton.

“Uughghh NOOO HAhahahaahhahaah NOO! NUhhhahahhahaahaaaaaa NOT THERE PLEASE! HahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHahaha-hahahhahahahaaa!"

“Ill let you go........ eventually don’t worry.” I smirked.

“NOOOOOOOO!!! Naa Naaaoooooooo! HAha!” She clenched her teeth trying to keep from laughing, but it was to much for her. Just as she started to adjust just a little, I would switch my stroke or where I was tickling. I kept her on her toes, making her mouth pry open, and overflow with helpless giggles.

And Her skin, of course it didn’t disappoint. It was tanish, pink, smooth, and very soft. I noticed the tiniest drops of sweat glimmering over it to. And Mmmmmm……..her cute little innie bellybutton was begging for attention to.
Gradually my hands pushed upwards on her belly, tickling inwards and outwards, and up and down her ticklish landscape of a body.

I lifted her shirt to right below her bra line. I was so tempted, so damn tempted to take it all off, to rob her of her bra and everything else covering her. I bet her round perky breasts were ridiculously ticklish.
I was at a mental crossroads. I wanted badly to see her nakind, to run my hands over her soft skin, and watch her squeal. I wanted to see her suffer more, but at the same time my feelings for her told me no. The angel on my shoulder wouldn’t let betray her trust twice. I had already crossed the line, I knew she wouldn’t go for more than this.

Nevertheless I contained my lust. But damn I waassss soo tempted, so close to doing it anyway.

What a hard time she was having. It tickled so bad she started slamming her back down on the massage table, which didn’t do much. She couldn’t have been much more than a hundred pounds.

I decided to give her a real chance to earn her freedom. I slowed the tickling so she could respond.

“Ok Mia you want a real chance to make this stop? I have a way, interested?”

“Huhuhhahahahahahaaaaaa….anything yess…Wha…..What is it? Ahehe.”

“Well ill make you a deal, or actually well play a game. You’re a smart girl, you know you’re A,B,C’s of course? If you can make it from A-Z without laughing…..Ill spare you this one last torment.” I said placing one hand on her yet to be removed long black boots.

Her eyes got big, watching me rub my hands over what lie beneath.

“Uaahhh No Fair…..Im to ticklish to do that. Theres no way, I…….Mean look at me! Im A mess…..Cough….. Im not gonna make it…..”

“Well that’s your only chance. Take it or leave it, otherwise we can just keep going till Im done??”

“NOoo NOo Ok Ok………Ill try.”

“Alright, ill even give you a head start because im a nice guy.”

She sighed with apprehension, knowing it wouldn’t be as easy as that.
Her voice was shaky and choppy as she started this long, taxing process.

“Ok….uh…OoK A,B,C…..D……………..E-E…..” She stared at me trying to figure out when I would start.

“FGH!!!!” She started speeding through catching me off guard.

*Whooo now, slow down, cant have you getting out that easily* I thought.

As she went on my fingers went from her ribs to the center of her belly. Now gently pawing a finger over her innie.

“F,G….H…………..I----II ……………….ja..JAaayahahhahahaHAAAA UGGGHHHH I Cant Do ThiS! I CANT I CANT!!”

She went on and on trying and each time failed. I gave her head starts as far as P even and she still couldn’t help but laugh after about 4 letters. I knew this cause was useless, but I thought I would be fun to watch her desperately struggle.

Just stroking her bellybutton drove her insane.
Again she tried, this time I switched back to her armpits. My hands slipped under and past her damp shirt, tickling and harassing her bare smooths.

Another try, and another try to complete my game were failed. She just couldn't get past a few letters without rupturing.

Her eyes were teary and her cheeks were bright blush red. She was at her breaking point, even if I tickled her lightly now she wouldn’t be able to hold her own.

“Ugghhhrr! Ryan! Stop it….Hehe…..Cough Cough… I Told You I cant do this. Its impossible for me!”

“You can do it im sure. Ill give you one more chance. But if you break this time the deals off.” I said again giving her a head start.

Surprisingly she made it pretty far. She survived a good belly tickling, but when tickled her armpits and tummy at the same time she broke again.

“Tsk Tsk sooooooooooooooo cloooooooooooose to Mia. I was really pulling for you.” I said sarcastically, pretending I wished her well.

“Well I tried to be as fair as I could……But you failed again. You know what that means…..?”

She panted. “Huff Huff…..Nooo NOoo this isn’t fair….hhehehehehe I cant! This isn’t fair…..Hehe....”

I flashed an evil smirk glad she failed again.

“Hmph! You think its so easy?! Its not! How about we switch places and ill tickle you while you say your alphabets!! I bet you couldn’t make it through….”

I laughed to myself thinking *If you only knew how many times I was in your situation Mia. Ha*

Of course I didn’t take her seriously.

“Well Mia you couldn’t win my little game. So im afraid we have to move onto this last part.” I said looking down to the foot of the table and then back at her.

I watched her boot feet wiggle from side to side in anticipation.

“Pleassee…Please not there….tickle me anywhere else. Please……Anywhere else….Keep tickling my tummy just not…….”

She spoke so timidly, I think this may be jackpot.

I unsnapped one of her ankle restraints so I could remove her boot. I brought her leg close to face level as I unzipped the long sleek black boot.

I don’t know why, but unzipping her boot and removing it made me pretty damn hot. Shitt…. The minute I took her boot off I felt the warmth of her soles hit my hands. Damn this was to good to be true. All this time I knew her and still hadn’t seen her feet till now.

I skipped the sock teasing and got that out of the way quickly to. I pulled her sock off holding her foot about face level, memorizing its features.

It to was a sight for sore eyes. Her sole was a creamy pinkish color, and so tender looking. Her feet were small but had nice shapely arches. Her toes were enticing to, round and somewhat long with no nail polish. As I removed the sock her toes spread apart, seemingly glad to be rid of their restrictions. She seemed a little relieved that her feet weren’t cramped in boots anymore. Hmm, and they were slightly sweaty, but that would only make my job easier. I did the same with the other foot.

“Wow Mia, you have really nice feet. You should show your feet more often.”
She looked up from her laying position sighing.

“Will you please Let me go….I cant I I I Cant take anymore especially not there” She pleaded.

“Please noo! Please” She chirped over and over until my nails raked up her tender feet, from her heel to the ball of her foot once. The sweat made my fingers glide over her sensitive skin more easily.

“EEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!” She squealed like a clubbed seal after just one stroke.

*Ohhh this I sure to make her scream*

I......we were in to deep to stop now. I really began to tear into her now, gnawing away at what little will she had left to resist. She lost a little more control, every time my nails harassed the delicate bottoms of her feet.

She went berserk.

“NNNoonOOOOnnnnnnOOOOOOOOON NNNNN NNNNNOOOOHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA PLEASSSEEE PLEAAASSSEE NNNN nNNNOOOOOO! AHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH GOD!”

She laughed so loud. I was a little nervous, wondering whether my neighbors could hear or not, but still I didn’t stop.

I Raked and raked and raked her soles up and down, letting my fingers relish the feel on her skin.

“Woooowwww….Is this why you try to hide your feet? Because you know their so hypersensitive???.......Afraid someone might come along and tickle you insane? Like this?? Hm?”

I continued taunting her compromising position.

“UUhhhhahahahahfHHAHahahahahaa FUUUUHCCKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA IT TICKLES SO BBBAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDD! EEEHAA STOP!!!!!!!!! “

Her face turned bright cherry red surpassing the last shade. Real flowing, streaming tears came from her eyes. She couldn’t form sentences much less get complete words out.

I left the room giving her only a short chance to recover. I returned to her sweating panting and struggling. She had a look on her face that smelled of defeat.

“Ohh Mia whats that look for? Why the long face?”

“Caaaaaa-a-aCanttt take anymore hehehehee…Im out of breath….Cant hehehe laugh please no more. Please Im begging you………….”

“Ill stop soon. Im just not sure if your happy enough yet……..ha.” I teased now walking up to her face flashing one of my favorite tools before her eyes.

A tool I had just started to experiment with, this would be the perfect chance.

Her eyes widened as she stared at a long red stiff paintbrush with brown prickly flowing bristles. She almost choked on her tongue watching me walk around with it. Along with it I had two small containers of paint one red and the other blue.

“I love tickling Mia. The only thing I might love more than tickling is art. Hmmm, how about you? You a fan of art?”

She bit her lip hard shivering in her bonds. I saw her toes curl just anticipating my artistic strokes on her feet.

“Your really evil you know that? Ugh Evil…This isn’t even Fair!!” She raised her voice a bit letting me know she still had a little energy. I watched amused by her reactions, just walking down towards the end of the table.

“OHhh, well now your just hurting my feelings Mia….Now you know that’s not nice.” I dabbed my paintbrush in the red paint making sure it coated just the pointy tips.

“Ive tried my best to be nice and hospitable to you, and this is how you talk to me? Shame…………”

“NOOOooooooo” She let out before I let my wet brush make contact with the arch of her right foot.

“MEEEHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA TAKE IT OFF! PWHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!”

She bursts again having absolutely no control of her reactions. She was laughing so uncontrollably, I even got her to snort a few times.

First I painted the outer rims of her soles, red lines ran to the very outside of those sensitive soles. Then I coated her instep, her arches and her round fleshy heels. Each stroke of the prickly bristles made her beg and laugh at the top of her lungs. Again she tried bucking and shaking the table, but nothing changed. My brush kept up steadfast and so did her earsplitting laughing.

“Now, Now Mia how am I supposed to do my artwork with you moving so much??” I teased, grabbing her big toe to hold her foot still.

I didn’t think her reactions could get any more out of hand, but when I got to her toes I was proven wrong.

The minute I painted her toes the sounds ramming their way out suddenly disappeared. The oh so suffocating silent laughter had started. I couldn’t keep this up long, but I went on painting until her entire sole was red.

After I had finished her right I started my artwork on her left.

Again I began painting, this time using a nice shade of blue. My strokes were so artistically precise, extracting every breathless soundless cackle from her.

She was beat red again, her fists clenched, and her feet twitching in pure tickleeee agony. I figured I had to stop, she was far to pretty to meet her end laughing to death here.

After I felt she was finally gassed out, I did finally stop tickling her………………………………….on purpose that is. Her soles were coated in paint.

Me being the good Samaritan I was, I had to help clean up the mess I made. I retrieved a bucket with soapy water and a hard sponge and scrubbed her soles down. Of course she couldn’t help but yelp and laugh in response to this light cleaning. Her soles were just to ultra sensitive for her own good, the most ticklish spot on her by far.

I did end up letting her go and walking her over to my couch. She was to exhausted to do anything else but collapse.

I stared at her just like I did before I had started, admiring her physique again. Just wondering when I would get my next opportunity to tease her deathly ticklish feet and body.

“So did you have a good time?” I smirked satisfied.

She just looked up at me letting her words trickle out. “Just watch your back…….I might get you back for this.”

Haha, an amusing thought….
 
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Hey Ryan, that was great. You just have some minor typos. Also, for this sentence:

'She couldn’t have been more than a few hundred pounds.'

I think you may have meant that she couldn't have been more than a few pounds MORE than 100 pounds? I don't think you meant that she is actually a few hundred pounds...
 
Hey Ryan, that was great. You just have some minor typos. Also, for this sentence:

'She couldn’t have been more than a few hundred pounds.'

I think you may have meant that she couldn't have been more than a few pounds MORE than 100 pounds? I don't think you meant that she is actually a few hundred pounds...

Thank you both. Glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, didn't see that one Mandahh.
 
Thanks, glad you all enjoyed it....
 
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That was a very enjoyable read, and a situation that no doubt many of us have fantasized about! While the ending holds the promise of another story, I think that a bit of a deeper exploration of the lee's feelings and reactions could have made the ending stronger. Regardless, I hope to see more in the future!
 
That was a very enjoyable read, and a situation that no doubt many of us have fantasized about! While the ending holds the promise of another story, I think that a bit of a deeper exploration of the lee's feelings and reactions could have made the ending stronger. Regardless, I hope to see more in the future!

Thanks..What do you mean by feelings though?
 
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