RogueTickler
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Had to tie-up and tickle-punish my wife last night. She broke an agreement and had to pay the consequence. It all started last night when we were watching 'Deadwood'. We were lying on the couch together, and her legs were pulled up, giving me a tantalizing view of her cute bare feet, outlined in the ethereal glow of our tv set. You can get a description of her bare feet here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=71408
She was leaning on her left side, and her ankles were together, right foot on top, dipping down and slightly covering the sole of her left. I reached down and took hold of her left ankle, but instead of tickling I began applying a nice massage to her sole. She sighed and streched out her right leg, flexing her toes. I continued the massage, tracing circles from he sole to her toes. She moaned with pleasure and pulled her right leg up, offering me her other foot. With one hand on each foot, I continued to massage her soles and toes. I moved my hands down to her heels and - uh, oh! - was dismayed to feel semi-circles of dry skin, not much but it was there. My wife felt me tracing her dry patches and quickly pulled her feet away. 'Yeah, the cold weather lately has made my skin dry. I'll moisturize them later.' But I wasn't going to let her get off that easy! Months ago we had made an agreement - she wanted me to give her weekly foot massages with no tickling - very difficult for me! I agreed, but on one condition: she would always keep her feet well kept, and if she didn't then I would get to punish her with tickle torture. I had been keeping up my end of the bargain, but apparently my lady had become a little lazy! What else could I do but make her pay for her transgression?
I got right to the point. 'So when would you like your punishment? Now or after the show is finished?', I asked her. She knew of our pact, but feigned innocence and surprise, answering me with a doe-eyed, 'Huh? What do you mean?'. I reiterated the terms of our agreement to jog her memory, and her reaction was defiance. 'No way! Nuh-uh! You're not getting me tonight!'. She slinked out of my grasp and made a dash upstairs. I followed in hot pursuit and caught her ankle at the top of the stairs, giving her sole a finger-nail tickle. She dropped to the ground, spun around and tried to kick, but I was soon on top of her and had her pinned. She fought like a wildcat but some intense tickling to her ribs made her submit. 'Okay, okay!', she yelled between laughter, 'you've got me!'. I got off her and pulled her up. 'In', I said as I gently pushed her into our bedroom (the torture chamber!), 'and strip'. She gave me a pouty look but complied with my order. Soon she stood before me completely naked, looking beautiful and sexy. I embraced her soft body and gave her a deep kiss. Still in the embrace, I told her to get on the bed and lie on her stomach. 'Stomach?', she asked, 'No... are you going to hog-tie me? No! I can't take it! How about just spread-eagle?'. She looked at me with pleading eyes. 'Okay', I answered, 'I'll give you a choice of hog-tied or spread-eagled... but if we do spread-eagle we also play the 'Knees and Armpits' game.' She went silent. The 'Knees and Armpits' game is a particularly cruel game I devised many months ago. It involves my wife being tickled in only 2 spots: just above the knees and in the sensitive hollows of the armpits - two of her worst spots. I tie her stretched out on the bed and straddle her midsection and tickle attack these spots until she is literally helpless with hysterical laughter. Midway through the session I may blindfold her and use mis-direction to really get her going, telling her I am going to grab her knees, then diving into her armpits instead. The last time we played, my wife was babbling, she was laughing so hard. She hasn't agreed to playing that particular game with me since!
My wife sighed, crawled on to the bed and lay down on her stomach. 'Good choice', I said as I pulled our leather hog-tie shackles out of our toy-drawer.
I wound the thick leather cuffs around her wrists and snapped them together behind her back. I repeated the treatment with her ankles, then pulled them up and connected them to her shackled wrists. Our hog-tie cuffs are adjustable, and I made them so her wrists were as close to the ankles as possible, for maximum helplessness, but still comfortable. I stepped back and looked at my captured girl. To me, one of the most fetching sights in the world is a beautiful girl lying bound in the hog-tie position, bare feet in the air ready for tickling, head turned to the side with a helpless, submissive look on her face. Instant arousal made my heart pound and my breathing quicken as I slid on to the bed and straddled my wife's pale size 6 feet. I snuggled in tight, trapping her legs between my thighs, wrapping my right arm around her calves and using my left hand to glide over the surface of her soles, feeling the contours. My feather light touch made her flex her toes and shudder, and I leaned down and gave each sole a loving kiss. I let my face bury in her soles for a second, then slowly rotated my face up, dragging my bristly stubble across the bottoms of her toes. She giggled and wiggled her feet, and I spent a few minutes moving my chin lightly over the ticklish surfaces, eliciting titters and spasms. But it was time to get serious, so I lifted my face and began tickling the tops of her toes, where she is insanely ticklish. She shrieked and began kicking and struggling, trying to avoid the maddening spider tickles moving from the tops of her toes to the upper part of her feet, to her sexy ankles. As I tickled, I watched her pretty soles scrunch and flex, and soon my fingers reversed position and were scrabbling her feet bottoms from her small heels to the base of her toes. My wife continued to wiggle and struggle, but there was not much she could do except laugh and shriek. I continued her torture for a few solid minutes, then stopped and gave her a rest. She was breathing hard but was very relaxed... or maybe exhausted from the struggling. 'Time to moisturize those feet!', I announced. I grabbed our bottle of 'Eros' and poured some onto her toes. I grabbed them and began working in the oil while she protested, 'It's my heels that are dry, not my toes! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa! Staaaahhhhp!' I grinned and continued working over her slippery toes, then added a few more drops of oil and moved on to her soles and arches, using my nails to torturous effect. Not much sound was coming out of my wife at this point, other than a rhythmic 'haha haaaaa' that was sweet music to my ears! After a good 7 minutes of sole torture, I gave her another break. Her face was flushed and her body heaved in their bonds. I took another drop of oil and worked it into her heels, but with a gentle loving touch. She responded by closing her eyes and producing an 'mmmmmmm' sound, as my fingers lightly rubbed the oil into the dry spots. As much as tickling is torturous to her feet, my wife also gets aroused when they are touched softly, so I began tracing light circles over her sensitive foot bottoms, causing her to smile and moan quietly. I continued for a little while, watching my girl get off and rub herself against our comforter. Then I unsnapped the cuffs, freed her ankles, flipped her over and used a length of rope to secure her wrist cuffs over her head (one of her favourite positions). I pulled her feet down so her arms stretched out a little, then I rewarded her with a little kissing session 'down below', followed by some slow, deep love making with me kissing and nibbling her smooth underarms at the same time as she sighed and pulled at the wrist restraints.
I hope she has dry feet again tonight!
Rogue
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=71408
She was leaning on her left side, and her ankles were together, right foot on top, dipping down and slightly covering the sole of her left. I reached down and took hold of her left ankle, but instead of tickling I began applying a nice massage to her sole. She sighed and streched out her right leg, flexing her toes. I continued the massage, tracing circles from he sole to her toes. She moaned with pleasure and pulled her right leg up, offering me her other foot. With one hand on each foot, I continued to massage her soles and toes. I moved my hands down to her heels and - uh, oh! - was dismayed to feel semi-circles of dry skin, not much but it was there. My wife felt me tracing her dry patches and quickly pulled her feet away. 'Yeah, the cold weather lately has made my skin dry. I'll moisturize them later.' But I wasn't going to let her get off that easy! Months ago we had made an agreement - she wanted me to give her weekly foot massages with no tickling - very difficult for me! I agreed, but on one condition: she would always keep her feet well kept, and if she didn't then I would get to punish her with tickle torture. I had been keeping up my end of the bargain, but apparently my lady had become a little lazy! What else could I do but make her pay for her transgression?
I got right to the point. 'So when would you like your punishment? Now or after the show is finished?', I asked her. She knew of our pact, but feigned innocence and surprise, answering me with a doe-eyed, 'Huh? What do you mean?'. I reiterated the terms of our agreement to jog her memory, and her reaction was defiance. 'No way! Nuh-uh! You're not getting me tonight!'. She slinked out of my grasp and made a dash upstairs. I followed in hot pursuit and caught her ankle at the top of the stairs, giving her sole a finger-nail tickle. She dropped to the ground, spun around and tried to kick, but I was soon on top of her and had her pinned. She fought like a wildcat but some intense tickling to her ribs made her submit. 'Okay, okay!', she yelled between laughter, 'you've got me!'. I got off her and pulled her up. 'In', I said as I gently pushed her into our bedroom (the torture chamber!), 'and strip'. She gave me a pouty look but complied with my order. Soon she stood before me completely naked, looking beautiful and sexy. I embraced her soft body and gave her a deep kiss. Still in the embrace, I told her to get on the bed and lie on her stomach. 'Stomach?', she asked, 'No... are you going to hog-tie me? No! I can't take it! How about just spread-eagle?'. She looked at me with pleading eyes. 'Okay', I answered, 'I'll give you a choice of hog-tied or spread-eagled... but if we do spread-eagle we also play the 'Knees and Armpits' game.' She went silent. The 'Knees and Armpits' game is a particularly cruel game I devised many months ago. It involves my wife being tickled in only 2 spots: just above the knees and in the sensitive hollows of the armpits - two of her worst spots. I tie her stretched out on the bed and straddle her midsection and tickle attack these spots until she is literally helpless with hysterical laughter. Midway through the session I may blindfold her and use mis-direction to really get her going, telling her I am going to grab her knees, then diving into her armpits instead. The last time we played, my wife was babbling, she was laughing so hard. She hasn't agreed to playing that particular game with me since!
My wife sighed, crawled on to the bed and lay down on her stomach. 'Good choice', I said as I pulled our leather hog-tie shackles out of our toy-drawer.
I wound the thick leather cuffs around her wrists and snapped them together behind her back. I repeated the treatment with her ankles, then pulled them up and connected them to her shackled wrists. Our hog-tie cuffs are adjustable, and I made them so her wrists were as close to the ankles as possible, for maximum helplessness, but still comfortable. I stepped back and looked at my captured girl. To me, one of the most fetching sights in the world is a beautiful girl lying bound in the hog-tie position, bare feet in the air ready for tickling, head turned to the side with a helpless, submissive look on her face. Instant arousal made my heart pound and my breathing quicken as I slid on to the bed and straddled my wife's pale size 6 feet. I snuggled in tight, trapping her legs between my thighs, wrapping my right arm around her calves and using my left hand to glide over the surface of her soles, feeling the contours. My feather light touch made her flex her toes and shudder, and I leaned down and gave each sole a loving kiss. I let my face bury in her soles for a second, then slowly rotated my face up, dragging my bristly stubble across the bottoms of her toes. She giggled and wiggled her feet, and I spent a few minutes moving my chin lightly over the ticklish surfaces, eliciting titters and spasms. But it was time to get serious, so I lifted my face and began tickling the tops of her toes, where she is insanely ticklish. She shrieked and began kicking and struggling, trying to avoid the maddening spider tickles moving from the tops of her toes to the upper part of her feet, to her sexy ankles. As I tickled, I watched her pretty soles scrunch and flex, and soon my fingers reversed position and were scrabbling her feet bottoms from her small heels to the base of her toes. My wife continued to wiggle and struggle, but there was not much she could do except laugh and shriek. I continued her torture for a few solid minutes, then stopped and gave her a rest. She was breathing hard but was very relaxed... or maybe exhausted from the struggling. 'Time to moisturize those feet!', I announced. I grabbed our bottle of 'Eros' and poured some onto her toes. I grabbed them and began working in the oil while she protested, 'It's my heels that are dry, not my toes! Ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa! Staaaahhhhp!' I grinned and continued working over her slippery toes, then added a few more drops of oil and moved on to her soles and arches, using my nails to torturous effect. Not much sound was coming out of my wife at this point, other than a rhythmic 'haha haaaaa' that was sweet music to my ears! After a good 7 minutes of sole torture, I gave her another break. Her face was flushed and her body heaved in their bonds. I took another drop of oil and worked it into her heels, but with a gentle loving touch. She responded by closing her eyes and producing an 'mmmmmmm' sound, as my fingers lightly rubbed the oil into the dry spots. As much as tickling is torturous to her feet, my wife also gets aroused when they are touched softly, so I began tracing light circles over her sensitive foot bottoms, causing her to smile and moan quietly. I continued for a little while, watching my girl get off and rub herself against our comforter. Then I unsnapped the cuffs, freed her ankles, flipped her over and used a length of rope to secure her wrist cuffs over her head (one of her favourite positions). I pulled her feet down so her arms stretched out a little, then I rewarded her with a little kissing session 'down below', followed by some slow, deep love making with me kissing and nibbling her smooth underarms at the same time as she sighed and pulled at the wrist restraints.
I hope she has dry feet again tonight!
Rogue
