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This one is a bit different from my usual stories. In this, are hints of another fetish of mine, which are blanket scarves.
I have never seen much of blanket scarf stories before so I wanted to write about them from the perspective of which I find them hot, which is their softness, look and teasing potential. If you wish to see which kind our tickler is wearing, just search fluffy blanket scarf on Google.
At the same time I wanted this story to act as a kind of tutorial on how to tickle well, at least from my perspective.
Not much fur in this, but plenty of tickling.
This could be a bit of a niche story but I hope you enjoy regardless!
Like always, feedback is appreciated.
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“All set!” Charlotte exclaimed, securing the last metallic cuff on her darling boyfriend's wrist. She adjusted the fluffy light gray blanket scarf draped over her shoulders, its big tassels dangling and swaying. The oversized white sweater she wore drooped casually off one shoulder, exposing just enough collarbone to tease. Her messy dirty blonde bun bounced slightly as she moved, a few strands framing her glowing, eager face.
“Babe,” Ricky said with a nervous chuckle, his voice caught somewhere between excitement and disbelief. “You sure about this?”
Charlotte grinned, eyes sparkling. “Absolutely. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.” She leaned in close, her voice dipping into a whisper. “I promise…” With a wink, she rose from the bed.
Outside, the storm had picked up. Rain hammered against the roof, a steady, rhythmic backdrop to the electricity crackling between them. Charlotte padded across the room to the TV mounted on the wall, her scarf tassels swinging behind her. She grabbed her phone, tapped the screen, and connected it to the TV.
The TV blinked on. A paused video filled the screen, its title displayed in the corner: “How to Tickle Your Boyfriend – A Guide to Teasing Your Partner. OTF Productions”
She turned back to Ricky, smiling sweetly. “Ready?”
Ricky shifted again, testing the cuffs one more time, though he already knew they weren’t going anywhere. He shot her a look, a little nervous but still amused. “I mean… I did agree to this,” he said, his voice a mix of light humor and the beginnings of uncertainty. “But I didn’t think it’d come with a full-on training session.”
Charlotte paused, giving him a teasing smile as she casually adjusted the scarf draped over her shoulders. “What, you thought I’d just improvise?” she asked, her voice sweet, with a playful edge.
Ricky raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know… I thought you might go easy on me. Keep it light.”
She let out a soft, teasing laugh as she stood by the bed, her scarf trailing behind her. The ends brushed gently against his side, and he shivered at the touch. “We’ll see,” she replied, her voice dropping low, filled with promise.
Ricky swallowed, glancing over at the TV screen where the instructional video still paused. “You’re really gonna tickle torture me?”
Charlotte nodded, her smile turning wicked. “You wanted to know what it felt like to be completely at my mercy,” she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over his wrist. “And now… you are.”
Charlotte took a moment to glance at Ricky, her gaze admiring her handiwork. He was stretched out on the bed, completely naked and at her mercy, his body bare before her—his muscles relaxed, skin flushed from both the anticipation and the cuffed restraints. His slightly chubby frame made him look even more vulnerable, his chest rising and falling with each nervous breath.
Slowly, she stroked her fingers down the length of her light gray scarf, the tassels swaying enticingly with every deliberate motion. She ran her hands down the fabric, savoring the soft texture beneath her fingertips, her gaze never leaving him.
“You look so good like this,” she murmured, her eyes dark with intent. “Helpless. Vulnerable. I’m gonna learn everything about tickling you, baby.”
Charlotte’s smile deepened as she stepped back, her eyes glinting with mischievous satisfaction. She reached over to the TV remote, her fingers lingering on the buttons as she glanced back at Ricky, still stretched out before her, completely exposed.
With a soft click, the video started. The screen flickered to life, and a woman appeared. She was blonde, dressed in a form-fitting black satin dress that shimmered in the dim light of the room. The dress clung to her figure, emphasizing her elegant posture and confident demeanor. Topping off her look was a thick fox fur coat. Her lips curled into a welcoming smile.
“Hello, and welcome to How to Tickle Your Boyfriend – A Guide to Teasing Your Partner,” the woman’s voice purred, rich and sultry. “Today, we’ll explore the art of teasing and how to bring your partner to the edge of their limits, without ever crossing it.”
Charlotte’s eyes sparkled as she glanced back at Ricky. “This is going to be fun,” she whispered to him, her fingers idly stroking the scarf again. She sat over the bed, scooting over to lie by her darling plaything’s side.
The blonde woman on the screen continued, her voice smooth and hypnotic. “Tickling is about control… sensation… and surrender. It’s a dance between pleasure and discomfort, and today, you’ll learn how to master it. Let’s begin.”
The woman on the screen smiled, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory calm. “The first step,” she began, her voice smooth and measured, “is anticipation. Not just any anticipation—fear of what’s coming next. Before you even lay a finger on your partner, you need to make them dread it. Make them dread the moment when they can’t escape or stop laughing…”
Charlotte’s gaze flicked to Ricky, and she could see the subtle twitch in his body. His breath quickened as he processed the words, his mind already working, realizing what was about to happen. She let the moment stretch out, enjoying the power she had over him.
The woman on the screen continued, “Make them feel the weight of their helplessness. They’ll try to prepare themselves, but they can’t. The fear of being tickled, of losing control, will set in as soon as they sense what’s coming.”
Charlotte’s fingers traced the edge of her scarf once more, her touch slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment, watching Ricky’s eyes follow every movement. She leaned in close, her lips almost brushing his ear. “Feel that?” she whispered. “The anticipation. You can’t escape it.”
The woman on the screen smiled again, her voice darkening. “Now that they’re waiting... it’s time to tease.”
Charlotte reached over slowly with her hand, wiggling her fingers teasingly. Her fingers hovered over his bare skin, making him flinch every time they came close without actually touching him.
“You hear that? I am going to tickle you. You are going to laugh and scream. It’s gonna happen, baby.” Charlotte murmured, a playful edge in her voice. “Your body’s tensing up already. But I haven’t even tickled you yet. Imagine when I actually get started.”
The woman on the video smiled, her lips curling into a knowing grin. “Let them sit with the fear. Let them wait for you to cross that line.”
Charlotte’s smile widened as she adjusted her position for more access, letting the tension build. “How long do you think you’ll last, Ricky, before the tickling becomes too much?” she whispered, her words dripping with promise, making him shiver in anticipation.
Ricky could feel the weight of Charlotte's gaze on him, the way she watched him, the subtle movements of her body drawing his attention even when he tried to look away. His heart was racing, a mix of excitement and anxiety pooling in his stomach. The cuffs on his wrists felt heavier now, the restraints an undeniable reminder that he was completely at her mercy.
The woman in the video spoke with such calm authority, and the way Charlotte echoed her made it all the worse—tickling… the word was a trigger, sending waves of fear rushing through him. He’d agreed to this, but now, with his body bound and his nerves on edge, he wasn’t so sure he could handle it.
“I—I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice shaky. His eyes darted back to Charlotte’s face, looking for any sign of mercy, but all he found was that wicked smile, the glint in her eyes that promised nothing but more.
“What do you think your laugh will sound like when I tickle you?” Charlotte’s voice was smooth, like she was savoring the question, drawing out the moment as much as she could. Her words were playful, but there was a darkness to them that made his stomach tighten.
“I don’t know…” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t want to admit how scared he was, but the reality of what was coming, of what she was going to do to him, was starting to sink in. The dread of the unknown—the tickling, the laughter, the loss of control—was almost too much to bear.
Charlotte’s eyes glinted with something darker, something teasing. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a low, almost purring tone. “I like the look of the woman in the video,” she said, her words slow, savoring the effect they had on him. “I bet she’s reeaaally good at tickling too. I mean look at her. Doesn’t she look like a tickler?”
“She... she looks like she knows what she’s doing,” he mumbled, his voice shaky. He wasn’t sure what to say, but the thought of Charlotte learning these techniques, knowing what she was about to do to him, made his heart race.
“Oh, she definitely does,” Charlotte replied, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “But I think I’ll be better at it. No one tickles you like I tickle you, after all.”
As if on cue, the woman on the video continued speaking, her voice calm and instructional. “Once you think your boyfriend has had enough and you’re ready to start tickling…” The woman in the video smiled as she demonstrated the first technique: delicate, almost ghost-like touches that lingered just long enough to make the skin itch with anticipation. “Let them feel it before it even begins. Make them question themselves. Make them wish they could prepare.”
Charlotte echoed the words, her voice dripping with power. “How badly do you want to prepare, Ricky?”
“I… I don’t know,” he stammered, his voice barely audible. “I can’t... I don’t know if I can…”
Charlotte’s eyes darkened with amusement, the smile on her lips stretching wider. “You can’t,” she whispered, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “That’s what makes it so fun.”
The woman in the video carried on.
“Then, ever so gently… tickle.”
Charlotte’s gentle fingers touched down on Ricky’s vulnerable skin, trailing down his sides. Her touch was light, airy, teasing. Each delicate stroke coaxed a shiver from him, her touch a whisper that promised torment.
Feeling his girlfriend’s nails on his skin, Ricky sucked his lips and jumped a little, startled by the gentle tingling sensation. It tickled. Just enough to make him twitch, just enough to remind him he was at her mercy.
Charlotte smiled with a warm, yet mischievous glint in her gaze. “Does that tickle?” she asked, her voice silky, sultry. All the while she already knew the answer and was savoring his struggle. It tickled.
“Now… if your boyfriend’s not laughing yet, not to worry,” the woman in the video cooed, her voice smooth as velvet. “Tickle torture is all about continuity. We start slowly, featherlight… then we build. Layer by layer. Before long, the silly boy won’t know whether to beg for mercy or more.” She paused, letting her words sink in, then gave the camera a playful wink. “We’ll have him crying with laughter soon enough.”
Charlotte smiled, her eyes never leaving Ricky. “You hear that?” she said, her tone low and sweet, like someone offering comfort before the storm. “Crying with laughter, baby. It’s gonna tickle that much.”
Her skittering nails found their way to Ricky’s hips, pausing there with curiosity. She traced lazy little circles along the sensitive spot, watching closely. He bucked slightly, lips quivering as the beginning of a smile began to tug at the corners. The tickling wasn’t fierce—just teasing. And it worked. A wave of tingles raced up his spine… and down, pooling low in his abdomen, where something stirred awake.
“As you continue to tickle,” the woman in the video purred, her tone both clinical and coy, “you’ll start to discover tickle spots. Those delicious little places where your darling is most sensitive…” She smiled knowingly. “Don’t rush. Let your fingers explore. When you find one, you’ll know.”
Charlotte grinned, her nails dancing faster across Ricky’s hips in delicate, skittering motions. “Are your hips a tickle spot, hmm? What do you think?” she cooed, watching his body writhe under her touch.
She leaned closer, her breath feathering over his neck as her fingers never paused. “They’re twitching, Ricky. You’re twitching. You know what that means, right?”
Ricky’s eyes widened, his breath quickening, as Charlotte closed the gap between them, her face mere inches from his.
“It means you’re ticklish...”
Ticklish. The word echoed in his mind as his hips twitched involuntarily. The pulsing tension in his groin grew, his body betraying him with every touch. It wasn’t just the tickling. It was the way she knew, the way she controlled him. Ricky wanted to pull away, but the mix of fear and something darker… exciting… made him crave the sensation of being exposed, at her mercy.
“And if you’re lucky,” the woman in the video purred, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker, “you’ll find that your boyfriend is starting to get… excited…”
Charlotte’s gaze dropped lower, her eyes lingering on Ricky’s body, and she saw his erect cock on full display. “Now, would you look at that…” she murmured, her tone light but laced with something more dangerous. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Seems like you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit.”
Ricky’s breath hitched, his face flushing with embarrassment as he tried to speak. “I… I’m not—" His words faltered, and he swallowed hard, unable to deny the obvious.
Charlotte’s eyes gleamed with knowing amusement. She tilted her head slightly, her voice low and commanding. “Don’t lie to me,” she purred, trailing a single fingernail slowly up his length. “You like being tickled. And I am going to indulge you…”
“Now… using tools can be really fun when tickling someone,” the woman said, her voice teasing and full of promise. “Switch things up, have a little fun with it. Tickle tools don’t have to be expensive kink devices… they can be everyday items. Different brushes, for instance…” She paused, a knowing smile curling on her lips. “My personal favorite? A soft… fluffy… massive feather duster.”
Ricky’s lips parted as he tried to suppress a nervous laugh. “Too bad we don’t have a feather duster…”
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. “But you don’t need one. Get creative. For example, anything soft and flowy can be used as a tickle tool… especially on those sensitive spots….”
Charlotte looked around the room, as if looking for something. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced down. Her scarf’s big soft tassels were dangling, swaying gently with her movements, right beside Ricky’s twitching form. A slow, delighted smile curved her lips. “Oh… I think we’ll manage,” she chuckled menacingly..
Charlotte didn’t rush. With deliberate grace, she reached down and gathered the long, trailing ends of her scarf, the thick, soft strands bunched and dangled beneath her fingers. She raised them just slightly, letting them dangle over Ricky’s exposed testicles. He watched with wide eyes, frozen between anticipation and dread.
Then—swish—the tassels made contact.
She dragged them slowly across his balls, letting the feathery threads glide over his sensitive skin in wide, lazy sweeps. The effect was instant. Ricky jolted, his stomach twitching as if trying to escape, but Charlotte simply smiled and kept going, her movements slow, unrelenting.
It tickled—a lot more than he’d expected. The soft fibers whispered over every nerve ending, maddeningly gentle, maddeningly precise. His lips began to tremble, barely holding back a smile. Then the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling up despite himself.
Charlotte caught it immediately. “Oh… there it is,” she murmured, her voice velvety. “That little smile. Looks like someone’s having trouble keeping it together…”
Charlotte smiled to herself, watching him twitch and ripple with each slow pass. She kept her grip firm just above the tassels, guiding them with precision as they swept back and forth across his quivering flesh. The scarf danced over him like a whisper, maddeningly soft and perfectly controlled.
“Mmm… this scarf,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “I’ve worn it so many times, but I never imagined it would end up being this useful.”
She leaned in, letting her breath ghost over his neck as the tassels trailed along his throbbing cock, slower this time. “So soft… so teasing… and look at you, Ricky. Getting more aroused with every swish. Every little stroke is making you twitch… and throb…”
She paused, lifting the tassels for a moment—just long enough for his skin to miss them—then let them fall again with another gentle sweep, watching his reaction like a predator savoring her prey.
“All from this soft scarf,” Charlotte cooed. “It tickles, teases… and turns you on. Isn't that right, sweetheart?”
Ricky’s breath hitched as the tassels of the scarf skimmed across his skin, the soft touch sending shivers through him. His voice was shaky, struggling to hold itself together. “I… I didn’t know a scarf could feel like this…” He barely managed to keep his words steady.
Charlotte’s smirk only deepened, her fingers still trailing the tassels over his sensitive skin. “Oh, it can,” she purred, dragging them slowly across him again.. “And I’m kind of mad I’ve never done this before. Imagine all the times I’ve worn this scarf... all the times I could’ve tickled you like this.”
Ricky's lips trembled as he tried to control his body, but the tickling was relentless. “I... I always thought it looked good on you,” he admitted, his voice quivering. “I remember... on our anniversary... you wore it, and I thought it looked so soft... I kinda wanted to touch it...” His words faltered as the sensation of the scarf made his body twitch helplessly.
Charlotte leaned in, her voice a low, teasing whisper. “You wanted to touch it, huh? Well, look at what it’s doing now. All this time I could’ve been using it on you...” She gave a soft, deliberate laugh, letting the tassels flutter and glide even slower over his skin. “But don’t worry, baby… I’m making up for it now.”
As Charlotte continued to drag the tassels over Ricky, she paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She looked down at him, letting go of the soft accessory. “You know, Ricky…” she began, her tone thoughtful, “you should’ve told me you like my scarf.”
Ricky’s breath hitched, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red. “I… I thought it would weird you out, since it’s a little unusual,” he stammered, his voice still shaky from the tickling.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Unusual? It’s just a scarf, Ricky. It’s a harmless thing to say,” she teased, her fingers starting up again, grazing his skin with deliberate slowness.
Ricky’s eyes widened a little, and he let out a nervous laugh. “I guess... I didn’t want you thinking I was… weird or anything.”
Charlotte’s smile softened, but the teasing glint never left her eyes. “Well, I’m glad you finally told me. And now that I know…I’ll definitely wear this more often, just to tease you.”
Ricky’s body twitched at the reminder, but before he could say anything else, Charlotte’s eyes sparkled with renewed mischief. Without another word, she shifted her weight and slid herself onto him, straddling his waist with a teasing grin.
She hovered just above his chest, her hands now moving to his armpits, fingertips light as they hovered dangerously close. “Now, Ricky…” she said softly, her gaze lingering on his face as she pressed her body into his. “I think you’ve forgotten what we’re doing here.”
Her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, “You’re getting tickled. Very tickled.” And then, before he could even respond, her fingers were digging into his armpits, tickling relentlessly, sending his body writhing beneath her.
A sharp gasp broke from Ricky’s lips before it melted into laughter: real, uncontrollable laughter. His body squirming beneath hers, helpless under her hands. The tension that had been building burst out all at once, and Charlotte’s grin only widened.
“There it is,” she purred, her ticklish nails unrelenting. “That’s the laugh I wanted.”
He couldn’t breathe.
Every time he managed to suck in a gasp of air, it was stolen away again by another burst of helpless laughter. Charlotte’s fingers were merciless, scribbling and digging in all the right spots beneath his arms, her weight pinning him in place, her face so close he could feel her smile even when he couldn’t see it.
“CHAHAHAHAHARLOTTE” he gasped out between fits of laughter, his voice shaking. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”
“I love your laugh, baby. It’s so raw, pure…so real,” Charlotte remarked, her voice low and wicked. As he writhed, the tassels of her scarf brushed against his chest, soft and teasing with every movement, adding to the torment. Leaning close, a strand of her hair grazing his cheek, she smiled. “And the best part?” she purred. “I know you love it all.”
“Once you’ve tickled your boyfriend to the point of laughter, and you’re really giving it to him, don’t hold back,” the woman in the video purred, her voice slicing through the room like silk over steel. “Let him have it. Punish him for keeping that sweet, helpless laughter all to himself.”
"You really thought you could keep that sweet laughter from me?" she said, her voice low and teasing, the edge of authority clear in every word. Without warning, her fingers dug into his ribs with renewed vigor, each movement more torturous than before. “You’ve been holding out on me, Ricky,” she whispered, a teasing smile curving her lips. “And for that, you’re going to pay.”
He gasped, his body jerking with the tickling assault, but his eyes widened as he realized where she was going. She was punishing him, really punishing him.
“Don’t shy away from teasing him,” the woman in the video purred, her voice smooth and dripping with wicked delight. “Let him hear every word, every phrase that amplifies his helplessness. The tickle talk, the playful teases—let him know exactly how ticklish he is. Repeat those little phrases, like ‘tickle tickle’ or ‘coochie coo,’ over and over. Make sure he hears them with every touch, every second of the experience. It works like a charm. Let it echo in his mind, reminding him how utterly at your mercy he is. How he’s getting tickled, and there’s no way out.”
Charlotte’s eyes gleamed with a newfound determination as she took the woman’s instructions to heart, letting every word, every phrase drip from her lips. She shifted her position slightly, just enough to keep him pinned and under her control.
“You’re not going anywhere, Ricky,” she whispered, her voice low and playful, her fingers skittering across his ribs, never stopping, never giving him a moment of relief. “Tickle tickle…” she cooed, She could feel his body jerking and trembling beneath her, the helpless laughter pouring out of him in a way that sent a thrill down her spine.
Her fingers darted to his sides again, moving in quick, torturous patterns. She whispered again, softer this time, her voice dripping with a teasing sweetness. “Coochie coo…” Her breath was warm against his face as she leaned closer, savoring the way his body twitched and gasped in response to her every word, every touch.
With each “tickle tickle” and “coochie coo,” she saw his resolve crumbling, his mind consumed by the gentle rhythm of the words paired with the relentless tickling. The combination of the sound and the sensation was overwhelming, his whole being consumed by the state of tickle.
“You’re not getting away, Ricky,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You’re going to keep hearing these words. Over and over. You’re getting tickled, and there’s no escape.”
The power in her voice, the absolute control, made the tension between them even thicker, the lines between discomfort and pleasure blurring in a way that left Ricky breathless. And Charlotte? She was just getting started.
Charlotte’s voice dropped, thick with control. “I feel how hard you are, baby…” she teased, her fingers never stopping their dance on his quivering, vulnerable skin. “You’re getting tickled and you’re so hard for me…” she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Being tickled feels so good, doesn’t it? It turns you on so much…” Her fingers skittered over his sides. “Tickle, tickle, baby…”
The tickling and teasing, it was like a tsunami, consuming him whole. Charlotte’s fingers never stopped, each touch more intense than the last, her words washing over him, pushing him further into helplessness. He gasped, his body writhing beneath her, caught between laughter and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through him. Every stroke, every tease, it was like she was erasing the line between torment and pleasure, leaving him breathless and lost in the chaos of it all.
"Unpredictability is key when it comes to tickling," the woman in the video said, her tone smooth and assured. "It’s the reason your boyfriend can’t tickle himself—he knows exactly where and when the touch is coming, which kills the effect. But you? You have the power to keep him guessing, to keep him helpless. You create the suspense, the surprise. And if you really want to heighten that unpredictability... blindfold him. Take away his sight, and every touch becomes a mystery. He won’t know where your fingers will land next, and that’s when it gets fun."
Charlotte paused, her fingers finally still as she smiled down at him. Then she reached up and slipped her scarf from her shoulders, letting the soft fabric slide through her fingers. “This scarf’s had a lot of uses today,” she murmured, spreading it out. “You got to feel how it tickled, all soft and slow against your skin…” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, voice lower now. “And now, you’ll feel it again.” With that, she brought the scarf to his face, wrapping it tenderly over it. “Perfect little blindfold. You don’t need to see, baby. Just feel.”
Ricky’s breath hitched the moment the scarf touched his face. His cock twitched, reacting instinctively to the sensual feel of the super soft fabric spreading over his skin. And her perfume still lingered on it, delicate and sweet, wrapping around him like she was everywhere at once.
Ricky couldn’t see much, but he felt the weight of Charlotte lift from his body. She wouldn’t let him know anything—not where her fingers would land next, not when she would touch him again. The uncertainty was maddening. He was at her mercy now, and she was taking her time, enjoying every second of it.
Charlotte's voice, soft yet laced with amusement, cut through the silence. “Getting scared, baby?” she teased, her words hanging in the air as Ricky’s heart raced. He could feel her presence around him, but she remained just out of reach.
Before he could respond, Charlotte struck her nails into Ricky’s hips, her fingers digging into the sensitive spot with no warning. “Don’t think I forgot about this spot…” she said, her tone firm, filled with playful dominance. His laughter boomed through the air like a shockwave as his hips jerked beneath her touch. The soft blindfold amplified the intensity of what she was doing, and every ticklish wave sent him further into fits of cackling.
Ricky thrashed against his restraints, helpless under the steady assault of Charlotte's tickling. He could feel his cock growing painfully hard, and soon, droplets of precum began to leak from him. The sight of him so vulnerable, so undone, clearly pleased Charlotte.
Her fingers traveled higher, skimming over his sides, up his arms, and back down, never giving him a moment of relief. Every touch felt like fire on his skin. Then, with a sly grin, Charlotte's nails danced across his neck, causing him to scrunch it. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear, her voice teasing and smooth. “Ooh, you love it,” she cooed, “tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…” The rhythmic repetition of the words only deepened the torment, leaving Ricky a quivering mess beneath her.
“You love being tickled, don’t you?” she teased, her nails finding every vulnerable spot with ease. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…” The repetition of her words, paired with the constant assault on his body, made Ricky’s desperation ever more unbearable. Each “tickle” felt like another wave crashing over him, eroding what little composure he had left. He felt himself closing in on climax.
“And now, ladies,” the woman’s voice cut through, smooth and commanding, “I hope you’ve learned how to tickle your boyfriend…” Her tone was both instructional and teasing. “Remember,” she continued, “the key is in the unpredictability, the control. Keep him on edge. That’s how you truly make him yours.” She paused for a moment, a smirk creeping into her voice. “But remember, if he's been a good boy, you can always… reward him.”
Charlotte paused her tickling, her fingers finally slowing as she eased him into a moment of relief. She took a step back, watching as Ricky gasped for air, his body still trembling with the remnants of laughter. His face was flushed and red, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
With a soft chuckle, Charlotte reached up and gently removed the scarf from Ricky’s face, her fingertips brushing against his skin as she did. His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden return of his vision.
She smiled down at him, the playful glint in her eyes never fading. “Look at you,” she teased, draping the scarf back over her shoulders, the fabric settling comfortably against her. “You’re such a mess. You think you’ve earned a reward, tickle boy?”
Ricky’s breath came in ragged gasps. The mix of sensations was overwhelming, a cocktail of pleasure and frustration that made his mind foggy. His voice, barely a whisper, trembled as he finally spoke, the words escaping him before he could stop them. “Please... let me cum...”
Charlotte’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “What if I want to tickle you more?” she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin, teasing the edges of his vulnerability.
Ricky’s body tensed, his chest rising and falling with each desperate breath. “No, please,” he gasped, trying to find a way to regain control, but his voice betrayed him, the plea slipping out before he could stop it.
Charlotte’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with that predatory gleam he had come to recognize all too well. “Alright, since you were a good boy...” she purred, her fingers skating down his sides before she gracefully climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between his legs.
Gracefully, she leaned down, her eyes never leaving Ricky’s. She placed her hands on Ricky’s pelvis and gently took his aching cock into her mouth. Charlotte’s soft lips entwined around his manhood, as she began to suck him off. Up… and down… up… and down she pleasured him. Ricky’s eyes rolled back in his head, the intense pleasure a stark contrast to the unbearable tickling he had endured a moment prior.
Charlotte paused, lifting her head and locking eyes with Ricky, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I have an idea…” she murmured softly, her voice dripping with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, she placed her hands on his hips, her fingers curling in as she began to tickle him again, taking his cock back into her mouth. He was back in laughter land, just like before, only amplified by the pleasure Charlotte was giving him.
The tickling… the blowjob… It all was more than enough to send him over the edge. “I’M GONNA CUHUHUM!” Ricky cried out in ticklish ecstasy, as he shot his load directly into Charlotte’s mouth. His nerves were on fire. The intensity of his orgasm, his muscles spasming with pleasure, the tickling of his girlfriend. It felt as if he was going to melt on the spot, going into overdrive.
When he finished, Charlotte lifted her head slowly, her eyes meeting Ricky’s as a warm, satisfied smile spread across her lips. She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his skin, and her gaze never leaving his. “Thank you for letting me tickle you, Ricky,” she said softly, her voice both tender and teasing.
Ricky, still trying to catch his breath, could only nod, the memory of the sensations still lingering. "I... I didn’t know what I was getting into," he admitted, his voice shaky, a mixture of exhaustion and something else.
Charlotte chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re welcome, baby,” she said, her tone playful but affectionate. “You were a good sport, and I always love having a little fun with you.”
Charlotte’s smile softened as she looked down at the scarf draped over her shoulders, her fingers grazing the fabric with a gentle, almost affectionate touch. “You know,” she said, her voice taking on a playful yet teasing tone, “this scarf has more uses than I ever thought.”
She glanced at Ricky, her eyes glinting with mischief. “It’s not just for looking good, after all. It’s the perfect tool for a little tickling... and maybe even a few other things,” she teased, letting her words hang in the air.
Ricky, still recovering from the intense sensations, let out a shaky laugh. “I’ll never look at your scarf the same way again.”
Charlotte’s chuckle was soft but laced with something more devious. “Good,” she purred, letting the scarf fall back gracefully onto her shoulders with a flourish. “You’re going to see a lot more of it. I’ll wear it just to tease you— to remind you of those tickles. The softness... the swaying tassels... they’ll hypnotize you, every time I wear it. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll fall into a ticklish trance, every time... And when you least expect it, I might just let these tassels swish over you again...”
I have never seen much of blanket scarf stories before so I wanted to write about them from the perspective of which I find them hot, which is their softness, look and teasing potential. If you wish to see which kind our tickler is wearing, just search fluffy blanket scarf on Google.
At the same time I wanted this story to act as a kind of tutorial on how to tickle well, at least from my perspective.
Not much fur in this, but plenty of tickling.
This could be a bit of a niche story but I hope you enjoy regardless!
Like always, feedback is appreciated.
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“All set!” Charlotte exclaimed, securing the last metallic cuff on her darling boyfriend's wrist. She adjusted the fluffy light gray blanket scarf draped over her shoulders, its big tassels dangling and swaying. The oversized white sweater she wore drooped casually off one shoulder, exposing just enough collarbone to tease. Her messy dirty blonde bun bounced slightly as she moved, a few strands framing her glowing, eager face.
“Babe,” Ricky said with a nervous chuckle, his voice caught somewhere between excitement and disbelief. “You sure about this?”
Charlotte grinned, eyes sparkling. “Absolutely. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.” She leaned in close, her voice dipping into a whisper. “I promise…” With a wink, she rose from the bed.
Outside, the storm had picked up. Rain hammered against the roof, a steady, rhythmic backdrop to the electricity crackling between them. Charlotte padded across the room to the TV mounted on the wall, her scarf tassels swinging behind her. She grabbed her phone, tapped the screen, and connected it to the TV.
The TV blinked on. A paused video filled the screen, its title displayed in the corner: “How to Tickle Your Boyfriend – A Guide to Teasing Your Partner. OTF Productions”
She turned back to Ricky, smiling sweetly. “Ready?”
Ricky shifted again, testing the cuffs one more time, though he already knew they weren’t going anywhere. He shot her a look, a little nervous but still amused. “I mean… I did agree to this,” he said, his voice a mix of light humor and the beginnings of uncertainty. “But I didn’t think it’d come with a full-on training session.”
Charlotte paused, giving him a teasing smile as she casually adjusted the scarf draped over her shoulders. “What, you thought I’d just improvise?” she asked, her voice sweet, with a playful edge.
Ricky raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know… I thought you might go easy on me. Keep it light.”
She let out a soft, teasing laugh as she stood by the bed, her scarf trailing behind her. The ends brushed gently against his side, and he shivered at the touch. “We’ll see,” she replied, her voice dropping low, filled with promise.
Ricky swallowed, glancing over at the TV screen where the instructional video still paused. “You’re really gonna tickle torture me?”
Charlotte nodded, her smile turning wicked. “You wanted to know what it felt like to be completely at my mercy,” she whispered, brushing her fingers lightly over his wrist. “And now… you are.”
Charlotte took a moment to glance at Ricky, her gaze admiring her handiwork. He was stretched out on the bed, completely naked and at her mercy, his body bare before her—his muscles relaxed, skin flushed from both the anticipation and the cuffed restraints. His slightly chubby frame made him look even more vulnerable, his chest rising and falling with each nervous breath.
Slowly, she stroked her fingers down the length of her light gray scarf, the tassels swaying enticingly with every deliberate motion. She ran her hands down the fabric, savoring the soft texture beneath her fingertips, her gaze never leaving him.
“You look so good like this,” she murmured, her eyes dark with intent. “Helpless. Vulnerable. I’m gonna learn everything about tickling you, baby.”
Charlotte’s smile deepened as she stepped back, her eyes glinting with mischievous satisfaction. She reached over to the TV remote, her fingers lingering on the buttons as she glanced back at Ricky, still stretched out before her, completely exposed.
With a soft click, the video started. The screen flickered to life, and a woman appeared. She was blonde, dressed in a form-fitting black satin dress that shimmered in the dim light of the room. The dress clung to her figure, emphasizing her elegant posture and confident demeanor. Topping off her look was a thick fox fur coat. Her lips curled into a welcoming smile.
“Hello, and welcome to How to Tickle Your Boyfriend – A Guide to Teasing Your Partner,” the woman’s voice purred, rich and sultry. “Today, we’ll explore the art of teasing and how to bring your partner to the edge of their limits, without ever crossing it.”
Charlotte’s eyes sparkled as she glanced back at Ricky. “This is going to be fun,” she whispered to him, her fingers idly stroking the scarf again. She sat over the bed, scooting over to lie by her darling plaything’s side.
The blonde woman on the screen continued, her voice smooth and hypnotic. “Tickling is about control… sensation… and surrender. It’s a dance between pleasure and discomfort, and today, you’ll learn how to master it. Let’s begin.”
The woman on the screen smiled, her eyes gleaming with an almost predatory calm. “The first step,” she began, her voice smooth and measured, “is anticipation. Not just any anticipation—fear of what’s coming next. Before you even lay a finger on your partner, you need to make them dread it. Make them dread the moment when they can’t escape or stop laughing…”
Charlotte’s gaze flicked to Ricky, and she could see the subtle twitch in his body. His breath quickened as he processed the words, his mind already working, realizing what was about to happen. She let the moment stretch out, enjoying the power she had over him.
The woman on the screen continued, “Make them feel the weight of their helplessness. They’ll try to prepare themselves, but they can’t. The fear of being tickled, of losing control, will set in as soon as they sense what’s coming.”
Charlotte’s fingers traced the edge of her scarf once more, her touch slow and deliberate, drawing out the moment, watching Ricky’s eyes follow every movement. She leaned in close, her lips almost brushing his ear. “Feel that?” she whispered. “The anticipation. You can’t escape it.”
The woman on the screen smiled again, her voice darkening. “Now that they’re waiting... it’s time to tease.”
Charlotte reached over slowly with her hand, wiggling her fingers teasingly. Her fingers hovered over his bare skin, making him flinch every time they came close without actually touching him.
“You hear that? I am going to tickle you. You are going to laugh and scream. It’s gonna happen, baby.” Charlotte murmured, a playful edge in her voice. “Your body’s tensing up already. But I haven’t even tickled you yet. Imagine when I actually get started.”
The woman on the video smiled, her lips curling into a knowing grin. “Let them sit with the fear. Let them wait for you to cross that line.”
Charlotte’s smile widened as she adjusted her position for more access, letting the tension build. “How long do you think you’ll last, Ricky, before the tickling becomes too much?” she whispered, her words dripping with promise, making him shiver in anticipation.
Ricky could feel the weight of Charlotte's gaze on him, the way she watched him, the subtle movements of her body drawing his attention even when he tried to look away. His heart was racing, a mix of excitement and anxiety pooling in his stomach. The cuffs on his wrists felt heavier now, the restraints an undeniable reminder that he was completely at her mercy.
The woman in the video spoke with such calm authority, and the way Charlotte echoed her made it all the worse—tickling… the word was a trigger, sending waves of fear rushing through him. He’d agreed to this, but now, with his body bound and his nerves on edge, he wasn’t so sure he could handle it.
“I—I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice shaky. His eyes darted back to Charlotte’s face, looking for any sign of mercy, but all he found was that wicked smile, the glint in her eyes that promised nothing but more.
“What do you think your laugh will sound like when I tickle you?” Charlotte’s voice was smooth, like she was savoring the question, drawing out the moment as much as she could. Her words were playful, but there was a darkness to them that made his stomach tighten.
“I don’t know…” he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn’t want to admit how scared he was, but the reality of what was coming, of what she was going to do to him, was starting to sink in. The dread of the unknown—the tickling, the laughter, the loss of control—was almost too much to bear.
Charlotte’s eyes glinted with something darker, something teasing. She tilted her head slightly, her voice dropping to a low, almost purring tone. “I like the look of the woman in the video,” she said, her words slow, savoring the effect they had on him. “I bet she’s reeaaally good at tickling too. I mean look at her. Doesn’t she look like a tickler?”
“She... she looks like she knows what she’s doing,” he mumbled, his voice shaky. He wasn’t sure what to say, but the thought of Charlotte learning these techniques, knowing what she was about to do to him, made his heart race.
“Oh, she definitely does,” Charlotte replied, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “But I think I’ll be better at it. No one tickles you like I tickle you, after all.”
As if on cue, the woman on the video continued speaking, her voice calm and instructional. “Once you think your boyfriend has had enough and you’re ready to start tickling…” The woman in the video smiled as she demonstrated the first technique: delicate, almost ghost-like touches that lingered just long enough to make the skin itch with anticipation. “Let them feel it before it even begins. Make them question themselves. Make them wish they could prepare.”
Charlotte echoed the words, her voice dripping with power. “How badly do you want to prepare, Ricky?”
“I… I don’t know,” he stammered, his voice barely audible. “I can’t... I don’t know if I can…”
Charlotte’s eyes darkened with amusement, the smile on her lips stretching wider. “You can’t,” she whispered, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “That’s what makes it so fun.”
The woman in the video carried on.
“Then, ever so gently… tickle.”
Charlotte’s gentle fingers touched down on Ricky’s vulnerable skin, trailing down his sides. Her touch was light, airy, teasing. Each delicate stroke coaxed a shiver from him, her touch a whisper that promised torment.
Feeling his girlfriend’s nails on his skin, Ricky sucked his lips and jumped a little, startled by the gentle tingling sensation. It tickled. Just enough to make him twitch, just enough to remind him he was at her mercy.
Charlotte smiled with a warm, yet mischievous glint in her gaze. “Does that tickle?” she asked, her voice silky, sultry. All the while she already knew the answer and was savoring his struggle. It tickled.
“Now… if your boyfriend’s not laughing yet, not to worry,” the woman in the video cooed, her voice smooth as velvet. “Tickle torture is all about continuity. We start slowly, featherlight… then we build. Layer by layer. Before long, the silly boy won’t know whether to beg for mercy or more.” She paused, letting her words sink in, then gave the camera a playful wink. “We’ll have him crying with laughter soon enough.”
Charlotte smiled, her eyes never leaving Ricky. “You hear that?” she said, her tone low and sweet, like someone offering comfort before the storm. “Crying with laughter, baby. It’s gonna tickle that much.”
Her skittering nails found their way to Ricky’s hips, pausing there with curiosity. She traced lazy little circles along the sensitive spot, watching closely. He bucked slightly, lips quivering as the beginning of a smile began to tug at the corners. The tickling wasn’t fierce—just teasing. And it worked. A wave of tingles raced up his spine… and down, pooling low in his abdomen, where something stirred awake.
“As you continue to tickle,” the woman in the video purred, her tone both clinical and coy, “you’ll start to discover tickle spots. Those delicious little places where your darling is most sensitive…” She smiled knowingly. “Don’t rush. Let your fingers explore. When you find one, you’ll know.”
Charlotte grinned, her nails dancing faster across Ricky’s hips in delicate, skittering motions. “Are your hips a tickle spot, hmm? What do you think?” she cooed, watching his body writhe under her touch.
She leaned closer, her breath feathering over his neck as her fingers never paused. “They’re twitching, Ricky. You’re twitching. You know what that means, right?”
Ricky’s eyes widened, his breath quickening, as Charlotte closed the gap between them, her face mere inches from his.
“It means you’re ticklish...”
Ticklish. The word echoed in his mind as his hips twitched involuntarily. The pulsing tension in his groin grew, his body betraying him with every touch. It wasn’t just the tickling. It was the way she knew, the way she controlled him. Ricky wanted to pull away, but the mix of fear and something darker… exciting… made him crave the sensation of being exposed, at her mercy.
“And if you’re lucky,” the woman in the video purred, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and something darker, “you’ll find that your boyfriend is starting to get… excited…”
Charlotte’s gaze dropped lower, her eyes lingering on Ricky’s body, and she saw his erect cock on full display. “Now, would you look at that…” she murmured, her tone light but laced with something more dangerous. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. “Seems like you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit.”
Ricky’s breath hitched, his face flushing with embarrassment as he tried to speak. “I… I’m not—" His words faltered, and he swallowed hard, unable to deny the obvious.
Charlotte’s eyes gleamed with knowing amusement. She tilted her head slightly, her voice low and commanding. “Don’t lie to me,” she purred, trailing a single fingernail slowly up his length. “You like being tickled. And I am going to indulge you…”
“Now… using tools can be really fun when tickling someone,” the woman said, her voice teasing and full of promise. “Switch things up, have a little fun with it. Tickle tools don’t have to be expensive kink devices… they can be everyday items. Different brushes, for instance…” She paused, a knowing smile curling on her lips. “My personal favorite? A soft… fluffy… massive feather duster.”
Ricky’s lips parted as he tried to suppress a nervous laugh. “Too bad we don’t have a feather duster…”
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. “But you don’t need one. Get creative. For example, anything soft and flowy can be used as a tickle tool… especially on those sensitive spots….”
Charlotte looked around the room, as if looking for something. Her eyes sparkled as she glanced down. Her scarf’s big soft tassels were dangling, swaying gently with her movements, right beside Ricky’s twitching form. A slow, delighted smile curved her lips. “Oh… I think we’ll manage,” she chuckled menacingly..
Charlotte didn’t rush. With deliberate grace, she reached down and gathered the long, trailing ends of her scarf, the thick, soft strands bunched and dangled beneath her fingers. She raised them just slightly, letting them dangle over Ricky’s exposed testicles. He watched with wide eyes, frozen between anticipation and dread.
Then—swish—the tassels made contact.
She dragged them slowly across his balls, letting the feathery threads glide over his sensitive skin in wide, lazy sweeps. The effect was instant. Ricky jolted, his stomach twitching as if trying to escape, but Charlotte simply smiled and kept going, her movements slow, unrelenting.
It tickled—a lot more than he’d expected. The soft fibers whispered over every nerve ending, maddeningly gentle, maddeningly precise. His lips began to tremble, barely holding back a smile. Then the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling up despite himself.
Charlotte caught it immediately. “Oh… there it is,” she murmured, her voice velvety. “That little smile. Looks like someone’s having trouble keeping it together…”
Charlotte smiled to herself, watching him twitch and ripple with each slow pass. She kept her grip firm just above the tassels, guiding them with precision as they swept back and forth across his quivering flesh. The scarf danced over him like a whisper, maddeningly soft and perfectly controlled.
“Mmm… this scarf,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “I’ve worn it so many times, but I never imagined it would end up being this useful.”
She leaned in, letting her breath ghost over his neck as the tassels trailed along his throbbing cock, slower this time. “So soft… so teasing… and look at you, Ricky. Getting more aroused with every swish. Every little stroke is making you twitch… and throb…”
She paused, lifting the tassels for a moment—just long enough for his skin to miss them—then let them fall again with another gentle sweep, watching his reaction like a predator savoring her prey.
“All from this soft scarf,” Charlotte cooed. “It tickles, teases… and turns you on. Isn't that right, sweetheart?”
Ricky’s breath hitched as the tassels of the scarf skimmed across his skin, the soft touch sending shivers through him. His voice was shaky, struggling to hold itself together. “I… I didn’t know a scarf could feel like this…” He barely managed to keep his words steady.
Charlotte’s smirk only deepened, her fingers still trailing the tassels over his sensitive skin. “Oh, it can,” she purred, dragging them slowly across him again.. “And I’m kind of mad I’ve never done this before. Imagine all the times I’ve worn this scarf... all the times I could’ve tickled you like this.”
Ricky's lips trembled as he tried to control his body, but the tickling was relentless. “I... I always thought it looked good on you,” he admitted, his voice quivering. “I remember... on our anniversary... you wore it, and I thought it looked so soft... I kinda wanted to touch it...” His words faltered as the sensation of the scarf made his body twitch helplessly.
Charlotte leaned in, her voice a low, teasing whisper. “You wanted to touch it, huh? Well, look at what it’s doing now. All this time I could’ve been using it on you...” She gave a soft, deliberate laugh, letting the tassels flutter and glide even slower over his skin. “But don’t worry, baby… I’m making up for it now.”
As Charlotte continued to drag the tassels over Ricky, she paused, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. She looked down at him, letting go of the soft accessory. “You know, Ricky…” she began, her tone thoughtful, “you should’ve told me you like my scarf.”
Ricky’s breath hitched, and his face flushed a deeper shade of red. “I… I thought it would weird you out, since it’s a little unusual,” he stammered, his voice still shaky from the tickling.
Charlotte raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “Unusual? It’s just a scarf, Ricky. It’s a harmless thing to say,” she teased, her fingers starting up again, grazing his skin with deliberate slowness.
Ricky’s eyes widened a little, and he let out a nervous laugh. “I guess... I didn’t want you thinking I was… weird or anything.”
Charlotte’s smile softened, but the teasing glint never left her eyes. “Well, I’m glad you finally told me. And now that I know…I’ll definitely wear this more often, just to tease you.”
Ricky’s body twitched at the reminder, but before he could say anything else, Charlotte’s eyes sparkled with renewed mischief. Without another word, she shifted her weight and slid herself onto him, straddling his waist with a teasing grin.
She hovered just above his chest, her hands now moving to his armpits, fingertips light as they hovered dangerously close. “Now, Ricky…” she said softly, her gaze lingering on his face as she pressed her body into his. “I think you’ve forgotten what we’re doing here.”
Her lips brushed the shell of his ear as she whispered, “You’re getting tickled. Very tickled.” And then, before he could even respond, her fingers were digging into his armpits, tickling relentlessly, sending his body writhing beneath her.
A sharp gasp broke from Ricky’s lips before it melted into laughter: real, uncontrollable laughter. His body squirming beneath hers, helpless under her hands. The tension that had been building burst out all at once, and Charlotte’s grin only widened.
“There it is,” she purred, her ticklish nails unrelenting. “That’s the laugh I wanted.”
He couldn’t breathe.
Every time he managed to suck in a gasp of air, it was stolen away again by another burst of helpless laughter. Charlotte’s fingers were merciless, scribbling and digging in all the right spots beneath his arms, her weight pinning him in place, her face so close he could feel her smile even when he couldn’t see it.
“CHAHAHAHAHARLOTTE” he gasped out between fits of laughter, his voice shaking. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!”
“I love your laugh, baby. It’s so raw, pure…so real,” Charlotte remarked, her voice low and wicked. As he writhed, the tassels of her scarf brushed against his chest, soft and teasing with every movement, adding to the torment. Leaning close, a strand of her hair grazing his cheek, she smiled. “And the best part?” she purred. “I know you love it all.”
“Once you’ve tickled your boyfriend to the point of laughter, and you’re really giving it to him, don’t hold back,” the woman in the video purred, her voice slicing through the room like silk over steel. “Let him have it. Punish him for keeping that sweet, helpless laughter all to himself.”
"You really thought you could keep that sweet laughter from me?" she said, her voice low and teasing, the edge of authority clear in every word. Without warning, her fingers dug into his ribs with renewed vigor, each movement more torturous than before. “You’ve been holding out on me, Ricky,” she whispered, a teasing smile curving her lips. “And for that, you’re going to pay.”
He gasped, his body jerking with the tickling assault, but his eyes widened as he realized where she was going. She was punishing him, really punishing him.
“Don’t shy away from teasing him,” the woman in the video purred, her voice smooth and dripping with wicked delight. “Let him hear every word, every phrase that amplifies his helplessness. The tickle talk, the playful teases—let him know exactly how ticklish he is. Repeat those little phrases, like ‘tickle tickle’ or ‘coochie coo,’ over and over. Make sure he hears them with every touch, every second of the experience. It works like a charm. Let it echo in his mind, reminding him how utterly at your mercy he is. How he’s getting tickled, and there’s no way out.”
Charlotte’s eyes gleamed with a newfound determination as she took the woman’s instructions to heart, letting every word, every phrase drip from her lips. She shifted her position slightly, just enough to keep him pinned and under her control.
“You’re not going anywhere, Ricky,” she whispered, her voice low and playful, her fingers skittering across his ribs, never stopping, never giving him a moment of relief. “Tickle tickle…” she cooed, She could feel his body jerking and trembling beneath her, the helpless laughter pouring out of him in a way that sent a thrill down her spine.
Her fingers darted to his sides again, moving in quick, torturous patterns. She whispered again, softer this time, her voice dripping with a teasing sweetness. “Coochie coo…” Her breath was warm against his face as she leaned closer, savoring the way his body twitched and gasped in response to her every word, every touch.
With each “tickle tickle” and “coochie coo,” she saw his resolve crumbling, his mind consumed by the gentle rhythm of the words paired with the relentless tickling. The combination of the sound and the sensation was overwhelming, his whole being consumed by the state of tickle.
“You’re not getting away, Ricky,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “You’re going to keep hearing these words. Over and over. You’re getting tickled, and there’s no escape.”
The power in her voice, the absolute control, made the tension between them even thicker, the lines between discomfort and pleasure blurring in a way that left Ricky breathless. And Charlotte? She was just getting started.
Charlotte’s voice dropped, thick with control. “I feel how hard you are, baby…” she teased, her fingers never stopping their dance on his quivering, vulnerable skin. “You’re getting tickled and you’re so hard for me…” she whispered, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Being tickled feels so good, doesn’t it? It turns you on so much…” Her fingers skittered over his sides. “Tickle, tickle, baby…”
The tickling and teasing, it was like a tsunami, consuming him whole. Charlotte’s fingers never stopped, each touch more intense than the last, her words washing over him, pushing him further into helplessness. He gasped, his body writhing beneath her, caught between laughter and the overwhelming arousal that coursed through him. Every stroke, every tease, it was like she was erasing the line between torment and pleasure, leaving him breathless and lost in the chaos of it all.
"Unpredictability is key when it comes to tickling," the woman in the video said, her tone smooth and assured. "It’s the reason your boyfriend can’t tickle himself—he knows exactly where and when the touch is coming, which kills the effect. But you? You have the power to keep him guessing, to keep him helpless. You create the suspense, the surprise. And if you really want to heighten that unpredictability... blindfold him. Take away his sight, and every touch becomes a mystery. He won’t know where your fingers will land next, and that’s when it gets fun."
Charlotte paused, her fingers finally still as she smiled down at him. Then she reached up and slipped her scarf from her shoulders, letting the soft fabric slide through her fingers. “This scarf’s had a lot of uses today,” she murmured, spreading it out. “You got to feel how it tickled, all soft and slow against your skin…” Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in, voice lower now. “And now, you’ll feel it again.” With that, she brought the scarf to his face, wrapping it tenderly over it. “Perfect little blindfold. You don’t need to see, baby. Just feel.”
Ricky’s breath hitched the moment the scarf touched his face. His cock twitched, reacting instinctively to the sensual feel of the super soft fabric spreading over his skin. And her perfume still lingered on it, delicate and sweet, wrapping around him like she was everywhere at once.
Ricky couldn’t see much, but he felt the weight of Charlotte lift from his body. She wouldn’t let him know anything—not where her fingers would land next, not when she would touch him again. The uncertainty was maddening. He was at her mercy now, and she was taking her time, enjoying every second of it.
Charlotte's voice, soft yet laced with amusement, cut through the silence. “Getting scared, baby?” she teased, her words hanging in the air as Ricky’s heart raced. He could feel her presence around him, but she remained just out of reach.
Before he could respond, Charlotte struck her nails into Ricky’s hips, her fingers digging into the sensitive spot with no warning. “Don’t think I forgot about this spot…” she said, her tone firm, filled with playful dominance. His laughter boomed through the air like a shockwave as his hips jerked beneath her touch. The soft blindfold amplified the intensity of what she was doing, and every ticklish wave sent him further into fits of cackling.
Ricky thrashed against his restraints, helpless under the steady assault of Charlotte's tickling. He could feel his cock growing painfully hard, and soon, droplets of precum began to leak from him. The sight of him so vulnerable, so undone, clearly pleased Charlotte.
Her fingers traveled higher, skimming over his sides, up his arms, and back down, never giving him a moment of relief. Every touch felt like fire on his skin. Then, with a sly grin, Charlotte's nails danced across his neck, causing him to scrunch it. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear, her voice teasing and smooth. “Ooh, you love it,” she cooed, “tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…” The rhythmic repetition of the words only deepened the torment, leaving Ricky a quivering mess beneath her.
“You love being tickled, don’t you?” she teased, her nails finding every vulnerable spot with ease. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…” The repetition of her words, paired with the constant assault on his body, made Ricky’s desperation ever more unbearable. Each “tickle” felt like another wave crashing over him, eroding what little composure he had left. He felt himself closing in on climax.
“And now, ladies,” the woman’s voice cut through, smooth and commanding, “I hope you’ve learned how to tickle your boyfriend…” Her tone was both instructional and teasing. “Remember,” she continued, “the key is in the unpredictability, the control. Keep him on edge. That’s how you truly make him yours.” She paused for a moment, a smirk creeping into her voice. “But remember, if he's been a good boy, you can always… reward him.”
Charlotte paused her tickling, her fingers finally slowing as she eased him into a moment of relief. She took a step back, watching as Ricky gasped for air, his body still trembling with the remnants of laughter. His face was flushed and red, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.
With a soft chuckle, Charlotte reached up and gently removed the scarf from Ricky’s face, her fingertips brushing against his skin as she did. His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the sudden return of his vision.
She smiled down at him, the playful glint in her eyes never fading. “Look at you,” she teased, draping the scarf back over her shoulders, the fabric settling comfortably against her. “You’re such a mess. You think you’ve earned a reward, tickle boy?”
Ricky’s breath came in ragged gasps. The mix of sensations was overwhelming, a cocktail of pleasure and frustration that made his mind foggy. His voice, barely a whisper, trembled as he finally spoke, the words escaping him before he could stop them. “Please... let me cum...”
Charlotte’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “What if I want to tickle you more?” she whispered, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin, teasing the edges of his vulnerability.
Ricky’s body tensed, his chest rising and falling with each desperate breath. “No, please,” he gasped, trying to find a way to regain control, but his voice betrayed him, the plea slipping out before he could stop it.
Charlotte’s smile deepened, her eyes glinting with that predatory gleam he had come to recognize all too well. “Alright, since you were a good boy...” she purred, her fingers skating down his sides before she gracefully climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between his legs.
Gracefully, she leaned down, her eyes never leaving Ricky’s. She placed her hands on Ricky’s pelvis and gently took his aching cock into her mouth. Charlotte’s soft lips entwined around his manhood, as she began to suck him off. Up… and down… up… and down she pleasured him. Ricky’s eyes rolled back in his head, the intense pleasure a stark contrast to the unbearable tickling he had endured a moment prior.
Charlotte paused, lifting her head and locking eyes with Ricky, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I have an idea…” she murmured softly, her voice dripping with anticipation. With a slow, deliberate motion, she placed her hands on his hips, her fingers curling in as she began to tickle him again, taking his cock back into her mouth. He was back in laughter land, just like before, only amplified by the pleasure Charlotte was giving him.
The tickling… the blowjob… It all was more than enough to send him over the edge. “I’M GONNA CUHUHUM!” Ricky cried out in ticklish ecstasy, as he shot his load directly into Charlotte’s mouth. His nerves were on fire. The intensity of his orgasm, his muscles spasming with pleasure, the tickling of his girlfriend. It felt as if he was going to melt on the spot, going into overdrive.
When he finished, Charlotte lifted her head slowly, her eyes meeting Ricky’s as a warm, satisfied smile spread across her lips. She leaned in closer, her breath brushing against his skin, and her gaze never leaving his. “Thank you for letting me tickle you, Ricky,” she said softly, her voice both tender and teasing.
Ricky, still trying to catch his breath, could only nod, the memory of the sensations still lingering. "I... I didn’t know what I was getting into," he admitted, his voice shaky, a mixture of exhaustion and something else.
Charlotte chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “You’re welcome, baby,” she said, her tone playful but affectionate. “You were a good sport, and I always love having a little fun with you.”
Charlotte’s smile softened as she looked down at the scarf draped over her shoulders, her fingers grazing the fabric with a gentle, almost affectionate touch. “You know,” she said, her voice taking on a playful yet teasing tone, “this scarf has more uses than I ever thought.”
She glanced at Ricky, her eyes glinting with mischief. “It’s not just for looking good, after all. It’s the perfect tool for a little tickling... and maybe even a few other things,” she teased, letting her words hang in the air.
Ricky, still recovering from the intense sensations, let out a shaky laugh. “I’ll never look at your scarf the same way again.”
Charlotte’s chuckle was soft but laced with something more devious. “Good,” she purred, letting the scarf fall back gracefully onto her shoulders with a flourish. “You’re going to see a lot more of it. I’ll wear it just to tease you— to remind you of those tickles. The softness... the swaying tassels... they’ll hypnotize you, every time I wear it. You won’t be able to resist. You’ll fall into a ticklish trance, every time... And when you least expect it, I might just let these tassels swish over you again...”
