NHLovenlaughter
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- May 28, 2011
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We drove into a busy parkling lot, my fiancee had told me that he was going to tickle me with my hands tied, but I didn't really believe him. We had talked a bit about his fetish, but I had never known or experienced it before. The car pulls into the lot and he shuts off the engine to the car.....it's mid-day, there's no way he's going to do this here.... was the only thought running through my mind. Then his arm reached over my lap into the glove box and out came the handcuffs. His voice was stern and expecting when he told me to put my hands behind the headrest of my seat. I couldn't help but giggle just at the thought of it, I'm not sure whether it was pure excitement or complete fear that caused me to giggle like I did, but it really didn't matter. With my hands behind my head and my breath already shallowing, his hands moved to my sides and fingers played with my ribs.....I laughed and twisted in the seat, asking him to stop without even knowing the words left my lips. His fingers trailed up me and to my underarms, up and down playfully and circling my skin....the more I laughed and twisted, the more he smiled. Only minutes went by and I was begging harder and harder, his mercy released my wrists, but more so I think he didn't want to break me too much with it being my first time. I'll never forget the way it felt to be under someones control so fully, to be so helpless, and to be laughing about it too. I fell in love with tickiling that day and everytime he ties me down, is like the first time all over again.