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This is a commission story that I did a while back. I am still accepting commission requests on my DA page at https://www.deviantart.com/jennitheclown
Enjoy!
Sam drank his soda in Jane’s living room as he watched her work. The beautiful woman was on her back, sanding away at the underside of a beam. Jane had prided herself as an expert carpenter, Of course, Sam had known her for years. He remembered when she had joined him in the epic snowball wars of 2005, building the perfect fort from which he could defend his turf against his other neighbors. She was in her mid-twenties now, but even as a teenager, she had a knack for construction. An eye for detail that was bound for great things. For the last couple of years, she had been making a killing on Etsy and other sites, making everything from artwork to furniture for over a dozen different benefactors. She didn’t even have to hold a day job for what she made just building things. It was her gift, and even at 18, he admired her for it.
That wasn’t all he admired her for, though. She was very pretty after all. Her skin was dark and her eyes were captivating. She had a slender, athletic build but could still melt the heart of almost any guy with no more than a smile and a wink.
“What are you building over there, the Eiffel Tower?” He joked.
“Far from it.” She told him. “It’s a balancing beam. One of my clients has a five year old who wants to get into gymnastics. Believe me, it’s not the weirdest thing I have built.”
“Right.” Sam rolled his ignorant eyes. “And what’s the weirdest thing that you have built? A stripper pole?”
It was then that Jane stopped sanding, took a few breaths, and sat up.
“Was that a joke about what I do?” She asked.
“I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head. “I didn’t mean to offend.”
“No, you know what, you’re right.” She got up off of the ground. She was wearing tight black leggings and a sports bra. “A balance beam is pretty straight forward. It’s not nearly as strange as what the last person requested. I have it in my basement. Wanna see it?”
“What is it?” Sam finished his soda. “A crib?”
“No…” She giggled with a hand over her mouth. “It’s a little more adult than that.”
Sam followed Jane into her basement after she grabbed her water bottle. The steps were wooden but stable. As he stepped further and further down, he was treated to a terrific view of some very bizarre contraptions. One looked like a set of medieval stocks. Another was akin to an iron maiden. And there was one piece in the middle of the room that was covered by a sheet.
“When did your basement become a dungeon out of the Spanish Inquisition?” He laughed.
“Well, this is where I work on my more… let’s say triple X designs. The ones that people don’t ask for on my Etsy page.” She walked over to the covered object in the middle of the room. “Prepare to have your mind blown.” She set her bottle down on the floor and ripped the sheet off in one fell swoop. It was a kind of X-frame table, reinforced with red padding that matched the color of the wood. There were six sets of legs and eight pairs of straps, with two of them on the far end looking a little different than the others.
“Those two on the end are meant for wrists.” She pointed out.
“It looks like someone is supposed to lay on it.” Sam observed.
“Top marks, Kiddo.” She said. “It’s meant to keep a person strapped down and immobile. Wanna know why?” She had a naughty look in her eyes. He nodded yes. “It’s for tickle torture.”
“Tickle torture?” Sam felt a surge of both excitement and skittishness.
“Yep, you strap the person’s arms and legs down and go to town, so to speak.” She ran her hand over one of the boards. “They had originally wanted it to be made out of metal. I was the one who suggested wood with the padding. Easier to pad wood than metal poles.”
“Who would buy something like that?”
“I think she’s a dominatrix.” Jane said. “She also ordered a couple other things meant for BDSM stuff. She paid me eight hundred for everything plus reimbursing me for the supplies. Not a bad payday, but not something I would necessarily put in a portfolio.”
“How do you know it would be stable enough?” Sam wondered.
“I mean, it’s not something that’s terribly easy to test out.” Jane noted. I mean, I can’t exactly strap myself in and try and shake it. So I have no idea how to…” She trailed off. Sam looked over to her and saw the sly smirk on her face. “Hey, Sam… wanna give it a try?”
Sam hoped that the burning he felt in his cheeks wasn’t indicative of blushing.
“What do you mean? Like getting strapped into that thing?”
“Well yeah, that… but also…” She was practically grinning. “I mean, we have to test the stability of the table, like you said.”
She meant to tickle him on the table. He felt a shiver overtake him and hoped that he had hidden it.
“I mean, I’m not really ticklish. So I don’t know how good of a test it could be.” He said. Jane looked him over from head to toe.
“I bet you’re a little ticklish.” She retorted. “Come on, it will be fun.”
“I don’t know…” He looked down to the floor sheepishly.
“Oh, come on. What else do you have to do this afternoon?” She had a point. He was going to be there in her place for the next hour or two anyways. And he was honestly intrigued by the idea. He had long harbored a fascination with the concept of being immobilized or held down. He nodded his agreement. “Yay!” She clapped. “Awesome. Okay, take off your clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can keep your underwear on, goofball. I just wanna get as accurate of a test out of this as I can and I’m sure the people this woman wants the table for are not going to be fully clothed when she uses it.” It was a fair enough request, Sam decided. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and kicked off his Reeboks.
“Lose the shorts, bub.” She commanded. He was fire engine red now as he lowered his jean shorts to his ankles and kicked them off. “Okay, hop on.” He did as he was told, carefully laying on the frame with his legs spread and his arms up. She started to strap him in. The first two straps were for his calves. The next two were for his thighs. Moving up, she strapped his biceps and finally locked his wrists into the remaining bonds. “How do you feel?”
“I can’t move anything but my head.” He told her. “The straps are tight.”
“Not too tight though, right?” She looked concerned. “Like they don’t hurt or anything…”
“No, they don’t hurt. I just feel… secure.”
“As you should.” She told him. “You’re a very cute boy.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He blushed again.
“I know.” She giggled. “So what was it that you were saying earlier about not being ticklish?”
“I’m really not.” Sam told her. “I mean, maybe when I was really little, but not now.” It was only at that point that her sharp, red fingernails.
“Well, that’s good. Cause otherwise, you’d be in trouble.” She placed the tips of her fingernails on his chest, just underneath his nipples, and slowly dragged them down. Very… slowly. The fingernails were heading for his stomach and in all truthfulness, it already tickled. “Feeling okay, champ?”
“Oh, yeah.” He lied. “I’m a rock.”
“Good.” The fingernails reached his tummy, drawing an an immediate curl of his lips, and then they started to dance, moving in the slightest millimeter motions.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe okay, I’m ticklish hahahahaha…”
“I had a feeling you would be.” Jane told him. “You’re too adorable to not be. Tickle tickle.”
“You cahahahahan stop nohohohohoww.” He told her. She actually did after a few more seconds.
“To your credit, most boys are ticklish on their bellies. It was an easy spot.” She submitted. “Come to think of it, I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone who wasn’t.”
“You tickle people often?”
“I mean, not like this. But, yeah. When I was a kid, and of course I’ve poked a few ribs in my time.”
“Well, I think you’ve found my most ticklish spot already.”
“What?” She laughed. “Oh please, you could have taken that for a while. Yeah, you’re clearly ticklish, but you’ve got to have an emergency spot on you somewhere. Like, a place that you can’t stand being tickled for even a moment.”
“I really don’t think I do.” He tried to argue.
“We’ll just have to find out for ourselves, won’t we?” She looked over his petite, lean frame. “A boy with you’re build has to have a number of tickle spots. Her gaze was drawn to the other side of the rack. “Sam!” She sounded offended all of a sudden. “I told you to strip down to your underwear. I never told you that you could keep your socks on.” She walked over to the other side of the table. “You don’t have anything to hide down here, do you?”
“No.” He didn’t sound as sure of himself as he might have wanted to.
“You were saying something about being ticklish when you were little. You asked me about how often I tickle people and it had actually slipped my mind but a couple of months ago, I went to visit my sister and nephew. He’s only two. Still likes to lay in his crib. But I tickled his feet at one point, just to wake him up. He really seemed to love it. He just giggled and giggled. He let me tickle him for almost twenty minutes. Could you take twenty minutes of me tickling the bottoms of your feet?” She asked as she started peeling off his socks.
“I… I think it would be fine.”
“Really, cause you look scared.” She told him as she stripped his other foot. He wiggled his toes for her as they were exposed to the basement air. “I mean, Ichabod Crane on the covered bridge kinda scared. Hold on, I got an idea. She walked over to the wall on his right, just past the stocks, to a dreamcatcher on her wall. “I don’t think there is any superstition about doing this.” She plucked two tiny feathers from it and walked back over him. “Gonna see if you’re feather happy.” She started to dust his right sole with one of them. He clenched his teeth and tried to scrunch his toes. “I think you aaaare…” She was displaying a much more playful side to her personality that he had never seen before. She brought the other feather to his left foot and drifted both feathers up and down.
“Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
“You can’t even fight it. They’re just feathers.” She taunted. Imagine if I used… these!” In a flash, she dropped the feathers and he felt her pointy fingernails scratching his insteps and arches.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Now we’re cooking with bacon. Tickle tickle tickle. Coochie coochie coo.” She teased as her nails scratched just deeply enough to not hurt, leaving brief, white streaks in the thin skin.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHPPPP IT!”
“Have I found the emergency spot?”
“YEEESSSS!”
“I don’t believe you.” She stopped tickling for a moment. “I believe that your feet are very ticklish. But I don’t believe that you aren’t more ticklish elsewhere.” She watched his toes wiggling. He had a little bit of lint between some of them. “Not to say that there isn’t some fun to be had here. After all, if I was any kind of good friend, I would help you keep your toes clean.” She got down on her knees and what followed brought glorious tears of laughter to his eyes. She would hold his toes apart and slide a finger in and out to dislodge the lint between them. By the time she was finished, he was panting and chuckling quietly. “How are you feeling, Sam?”
“I’m okay.” He promised her.
“Not for long.” She warned. “You might not know this, but… this little piggy went to the market.” She gently pinched and wiggled both of his big toes.
“Hahahahahahahahaha…”
“This little piggy stayed home.” She moved on to the next set. “This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none… Do you know what happened to this little piggy?” She asked, building anticipation. “This little itty bitty widdle piggy?”
“I cahahahn guess…”
“He cried WEE WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!” There was a flurry of fingernails all over the bottoms of his feet. His arches were teased, his insteps were scratched, his toes were wiggled and feathered. Over the following four minutes, Jane didn’t let him have any kind of a break. I was only when she saw how badly he was sweating that she offered him some reprieve.
“That was so… intense…” He panted, nearly wheezing.
“You’re not asthmatic, are you?” She asked, a little concerned.
“No.”
“Oh, fine then.” She ran her fingers lightly up his legs, watching him tense as goosebumps appeared. She giggled to herself.
“What’s so funny?”
“You said you weren’t ticklish. It’s kind of like when someone lets one rip. The first to say they didn’t do it probably did. When someone says they’re not ticklish, what they are really saying is that they really hope nobody calls their bluff.”
“Did you just compare my body to a fart?”
“Yeah, kinda.” They both laughed, sharing a bonding moment. It died down after a few seconds.
“So, will you untie me now?”
“Uh uh.” She shook her head no. “Not till I find that one, special spot.
“I’m telling you, you already got my feet. They’re the worst.”
“And I don’t believe you.” Jane stated. “So, what would you do if I grabbed you… here?” She gripped his thighs and started to manically squeeze them.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Tickle tickle!” She reached just slightly inside his boxers and squeezed just beneath his privates, rubbing her probing thumbs into his inner thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” This was another sweet spot to be sure, but she wasn’t sure if it was the big one. Her fingers wiggled into the tops of his legs and thighs and he was soon red in the face from the strain of his laughter.
“Goochie goo.” She teased. “Is this it? Huh?” She felt her thumb graze what she could guess was his testicles. Hell, she had gone this far…
She spidered her fingertips against his balls, and while it seemed to tickle him, his reaction wasn’t nearly as energetic as when she had tickled his legs. He even started to stiffen at her touch. She pulled her hands out of hand boxers and waited for him to collect himself.
“I can’t help but feel like your ribs are kind of on the same scale as your belly.” She deduced out loud. “And while your boy parts have their nerves, I really don’t think that I have found that emergency spot yet.”
“That was the first time a girl had touched me there.” He told her.
“Really? Did you like it?”
“I mean, it tickled.” They both shared another laugh. Jane loved that she could have such a relationship with him that they could laugh about the most absurd things. Of course, his erection was very noticeable at that point.
“Well, and at your age, I’m sure that thing isn’t going away for a little bit.” She moved over to his side. “But I’m still on the hunt.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you already found it.”
“Make you a deal, if I finish my search and it turns out that you were right, I will tickle your feet again. How does that sound?”
“Incredibly unfair.”
“Because I think I know where it is.” She revealed. “Your emergency spot.”
“It’s my feet.”
“No, it’s not.” She shook her head no. “But it’s okay. I know where it is. I know where you are super ticklish.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Oh, Sam, have you ever met Miss Pointer?” Jane asked. She raised her pointer finger and wiggled it. “Oh, Sammy…” She said in a silly, high pitched voice. “I’m Miss Pointer. And I am so very cold. I need to find a nice warm place to stay.” Sam suddenly looked very fearful. Even more so than he had when she was removing his socks.
She noticed.
“I think I see a nice… warm spot…” She hooked her finger and wiggled it tauntingly as it got closer and closer to him. “Right… over… here…”
Even before the fingertip reached his left armpit, he was already laughing, but when it touched down, he lost it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Look! Miss Pointer has a twin sister!” Both of his underarms were being poked and prodded and he was literally begging her to stop.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE ITT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I know you can’t. Because I found your spot! Tickle tickle tickle! Tickly tickly tickle!” Feeling extra evil, she recalled a video she had seen on the internet of a woman singing a song about tickling. “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle… I’m gonna tickle tickle you.” She sang the song to her hysterical victim. “You’re gonna giggle giggle giggle… You’re gonna giggle when I tickle you.”
He was howling with laughter now. If they hadn’t been in her basement, folks passing by outside on the sidewalk might have heard him. It wasn’t long at all before he looked as though he was gonna pass out. She stopped tickling just short of it, offering him a drink of water from her bottle.
“Oh, that was so much fun.” She smiled. “You are so incredibly ticklish.”
“Well… you found my spot, just like you wanted. Can I go now?”
“Hmmm…” She thought about it.
“Come on!”
“I mean, the whole point of this was to find out if the table could remain stable during a session. If I don’t push you as far as possible, then what was the point?” She looked down at his groin. He was still stiff as a board. “SO let’s try one more little experiment.” She took one of the feathers that she had used on his feet. “I want to know which sensation drowns out the other.” It took no effort from her to free his boner through the front hole of his boxers. And when she started to stimulate him, he gasped on the table. He was almost struggling more than he had when she had been tickling him. She knew that his penis wasn’t ticklish though. It was just the sheer ecstasy of her hand on him that was causing him to react so strongly. He was actually shaking in the bonds. So far it was the best test of the tables sturdiness. She slowly and sensuously jerked him. She wanted him to really feel it. But that wasn’t all. As she had said before, she wanted to know which sensation overtook him more. He felt the feather spin in his left underarm.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”
“I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle… I’m gonna tickle tickle you. You’re gonna giggle giggle giggle… You’ll giggle and wiggle when I tickle you.”
As Sam orgasmed, Jane aimed his penis at his belly, coating it with semen. But after he had finished, she decided to play one more cruel trick on him, digging all of her fingers in his armpits, tickling the heck out of him post climax.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He was screaming now. He was so much more sensitive. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Jane tickled his pits mercilessly, singing coochie coo to him until his laughter became silent. It was then that she finally stopped.
In the several minutes that it took for him to settle down, she sat in a chair that she had brought up to the table and watched. She felt an amazing swell of pride. Her table was still standing. She cursed herself upon realizing that she could have possibly taped the encounter to show the table’s effectiveness. She could have blurred out his face to maintain his privacy. Oh well, she figured. Hindsight is 20/20. He started to calm down.
“You should make another one of these.”
“Why is that?” She asked. “Think I can find another sex worker to sell one too?” She laughed. “Do you think that it works that well?”
Sam turned to her. His hair matted. His belly shiny. Tears down his cheeks. She had really put him through it. A part oh her actually felt for him.
“No.” He told her. “Because I want to come back over so you can tickle me again.”
She felt her heart melt.
“I think we can arrange something.”
Enjoy!
Sam drank his soda in Jane’s living room as he watched her work. The beautiful woman was on her back, sanding away at the underside of a beam. Jane had prided herself as an expert carpenter, Of course, Sam had known her for years. He remembered when she had joined him in the epic snowball wars of 2005, building the perfect fort from which he could defend his turf against his other neighbors. She was in her mid-twenties now, but even as a teenager, she had a knack for construction. An eye for detail that was bound for great things. For the last couple of years, she had been making a killing on Etsy and other sites, making everything from artwork to furniture for over a dozen different benefactors. She didn’t even have to hold a day job for what she made just building things. It was her gift, and even at 18, he admired her for it.
That wasn’t all he admired her for, though. She was very pretty after all. Her skin was dark and her eyes were captivating. She had a slender, athletic build but could still melt the heart of almost any guy with no more than a smile and a wink.
“What are you building over there, the Eiffel Tower?” He joked.
“Far from it.” She told him. “It’s a balancing beam. One of my clients has a five year old who wants to get into gymnastics. Believe me, it’s not the weirdest thing I have built.”
“Right.” Sam rolled his ignorant eyes. “And what’s the weirdest thing that you have built? A stripper pole?”
It was then that Jane stopped sanding, took a few breaths, and sat up.
“Was that a joke about what I do?” She asked.
“I’m sorry.” Sam shook his head. “I didn’t mean to offend.”
“No, you know what, you’re right.” She got up off of the ground. She was wearing tight black leggings and a sports bra. “A balance beam is pretty straight forward. It’s not nearly as strange as what the last person requested. I have it in my basement. Wanna see it?”
“What is it?” Sam finished his soda. “A crib?”
“No…” She giggled with a hand over her mouth. “It’s a little more adult than that.”
Sam followed Jane into her basement after she grabbed her water bottle. The steps were wooden but stable. As he stepped further and further down, he was treated to a terrific view of some very bizarre contraptions. One looked like a set of medieval stocks. Another was akin to an iron maiden. And there was one piece in the middle of the room that was covered by a sheet.
“When did your basement become a dungeon out of the Spanish Inquisition?” He laughed.
“Well, this is where I work on my more… let’s say triple X designs. The ones that people don’t ask for on my Etsy page.” She walked over to the covered object in the middle of the room. “Prepare to have your mind blown.” She set her bottle down on the floor and ripped the sheet off in one fell swoop. It was a kind of X-frame table, reinforced with red padding that matched the color of the wood. There were six sets of legs and eight pairs of straps, with two of them on the far end looking a little different than the others.
“Those two on the end are meant for wrists.” She pointed out.
“It looks like someone is supposed to lay on it.” Sam observed.
“Top marks, Kiddo.” She said. “It’s meant to keep a person strapped down and immobile. Wanna know why?” She had a naughty look in her eyes. He nodded yes. “It’s for tickle torture.”
“Tickle torture?” Sam felt a surge of both excitement and skittishness.
“Yep, you strap the person’s arms and legs down and go to town, so to speak.” She ran her hand over one of the boards. “They had originally wanted it to be made out of metal. I was the one who suggested wood with the padding. Easier to pad wood than metal poles.”
“Who would buy something like that?”
“I think she’s a dominatrix.” Jane said. “She also ordered a couple other things meant for BDSM stuff. She paid me eight hundred for everything plus reimbursing me for the supplies. Not a bad payday, but not something I would necessarily put in a portfolio.”
“How do you know it would be stable enough?” Sam wondered.
“I mean, it’s not something that’s terribly easy to test out.” Jane noted. I mean, I can’t exactly strap myself in and try and shake it. So I have no idea how to…” She trailed off. Sam looked over to her and saw the sly smirk on her face. “Hey, Sam… wanna give it a try?”
Sam hoped that the burning he felt in his cheeks wasn’t indicative of blushing.
“What do you mean? Like getting strapped into that thing?”
“Well yeah, that… but also…” She was practically grinning. “I mean, we have to test the stability of the table, like you said.”
She meant to tickle him on the table. He felt a shiver overtake him and hoped that he had hidden it.
“I mean, I’m not really ticklish. So I don’t know how good of a test it could be.” He said. Jane looked him over from head to toe.
“I bet you’re a little ticklish.” She retorted. “Come on, it will be fun.”
“I don’t know…” He looked down to the floor sheepishly.
“Oh, come on. What else do you have to do this afternoon?” She had a point. He was going to be there in her place for the next hour or two anyways. And he was honestly intrigued by the idea. He had long harbored a fascination with the concept of being immobilized or held down. He nodded his agreement. “Yay!” She clapped. “Awesome. Okay, take off your clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
“You can keep your underwear on, goofball. I just wanna get as accurate of a test out of this as I can and I’m sure the people this woman wants the table for are not going to be fully clothed when she uses it.” It was a fair enough request, Sam decided. He pulled his tee shirt over his head and kicked off his Reeboks.
“Lose the shorts, bub.” She commanded. He was fire engine red now as he lowered his jean shorts to his ankles and kicked them off. “Okay, hop on.” He did as he was told, carefully laying on the frame with his legs spread and his arms up. She started to strap him in. The first two straps were for his calves. The next two were for his thighs. Moving up, she strapped his biceps and finally locked his wrists into the remaining bonds. “How do you feel?”
“I can’t move anything but my head.” He told her. “The straps are tight.”
“Not too tight though, right?” She looked concerned. “Like they don’t hurt or anything…”
“No, they don’t hurt. I just feel… secure.”
“As you should.” She told him. “You’re a very cute boy.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He blushed again.
“I know.” She giggled. “So what was it that you were saying earlier about not being ticklish?”
“I’m really not.” Sam told her. “I mean, maybe when I was really little, but not now.” It was only at that point that her sharp, red fingernails.
“Well, that’s good. Cause otherwise, you’d be in trouble.” She placed the tips of her fingernails on his chest, just underneath his nipples, and slowly dragged them down. Very… slowly. The fingernails were heading for his stomach and in all truthfulness, it already tickled. “Feeling okay, champ?”
“Oh, yeah.” He lied. “I’m a rock.”
“Good.” The fingernails reached his tummy, drawing an an immediate curl of his lips, and then they started to dance, moving in the slightest millimeter motions.
“Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe okay, I’m ticklish hahahahaha…”
“I had a feeling you would be.” Jane told him. “You’re too adorable to not be. Tickle tickle.”
“You cahahahahan stop nohohohohoww.” He told her. She actually did after a few more seconds.
“To your credit, most boys are ticklish on their bellies. It was an easy spot.” She submitted. “Come to think of it, I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone who wasn’t.”
“You tickle people often?”
“I mean, not like this. But, yeah. When I was a kid, and of course I’ve poked a few ribs in my time.”
“Well, I think you’ve found my most ticklish spot already.”
“What?” She laughed. “Oh please, you could have taken that for a while. Yeah, you’re clearly ticklish, but you’ve got to have an emergency spot on you somewhere. Like, a place that you can’t stand being tickled for even a moment.”
“I really don’t think I do.” He tried to argue.
“We’ll just have to find out for ourselves, won’t we?” She looked over his petite, lean frame. “A boy with you’re build has to have a number of tickle spots. Her gaze was drawn to the other side of the rack. “Sam!” She sounded offended all of a sudden. “I told you to strip down to your underwear. I never told you that you could keep your socks on.” She walked over to the other side of the table. “You don’t have anything to hide down here, do you?”
“No.” He didn’t sound as sure of himself as he might have wanted to.
“You were saying something about being ticklish when you were little. You asked me about how often I tickle people and it had actually slipped my mind but a couple of months ago, I went to visit my sister and nephew. He’s only two. Still likes to lay in his crib. But I tickled his feet at one point, just to wake him up. He really seemed to love it. He just giggled and giggled. He let me tickle him for almost twenty minutes. Could you take twenty minutes of me tickling the bottoms of your feet?” She asked as she started peeling off his socks.
“I… I think it would be fine.”
“Really, cause you look scared.” She told him as she stripped his other foot. He wiggled his toes for her as they were exposed to the basement air. “I mean, Ichabod Crane on the covered bridge kinda scared. Hold on, I got an idea. She walked over to the wall on his right, just past the stocks, to a dreamcatcher on her wall. “I don’t think there is any superstition about doing this.” She plucked two tiny feathers from it and walked back over him. “Gonna see if you’re feather happy.” She started to dust his right sole with one of them. He clenched his teeth and tried to scrunch his toes. “I think you aaaare…” She was displaying a much more playful side to her personality that he had never seen before. She brought the other feather to his left foot and drifted both feathers up and down.
“Hehehehehehehehehehe…”
“You can’t even fight it. They’re just feathers.” She taunted. Imagine if I used… these!” In a flash, she dropped the feathers and he felt her pointy fingernails scratching his insteps and arches.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Now we’re cooking with bacon. Tickle tickle tickle. Coochie coochie coo.” She teased as her nails scratched just deeply enough to not hurt, leaving brief, white streaks in the thin skin.
“STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHPPPP IT!”
“Have I found the emergency spot?”
“YEEESSSS!”
“I don’t believe you.” She stopped tickling for a moment. “I believe that your feet are very ticklish. But I don’t believe that you aren’t more ticklish elsewhere.” She watched his toes wiggling. He had a little bit of lint between some of them. “Not to say that there isn’t some fun to be had here. After all, if I was any kind of good friend, I would help you keep your toes clean.” She got down on her knees and what followed brought glorious tears of laughter to his eyes. She would hold his toes apart and slide a finger in and out to dislodge the lint between them. By the time she was finished, he was panting and chuckling quietly. “How are you feeling, Sam?”
“I’m okay.” He promised her.
“Not for long.” She warned. “You might not know this, but… this little piggy went to the market.” She gently pinched and wiggled both of his big toes.
“Hahahahahahahahaha…”
“This little piggy stayed home.” She moved on to the next set. “This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none… Do you know what happened to this little piggy?” She asked, building anticipation. “This little itty bitty widdle piggy?”
“I cahahahn guess…”
“He cried WEE WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY HOME!” There was a flurry of fingernails all over the bottoms of his feet. His arches were teased, his insteps were scratched, his toes were wiggled and feathered. Over the following four minutes, Jane didn’t let him have any kind of a break. I was only when she saw how badly he was sweating that she offered him some reprieve.
“That was so… intense…” He panted, nearly wheezing.
“You’re not asthmatic, are you?” She asked, a little concerned.
“No.”
“Oh, fine then.” She ran her fingers lightly up his legs, watching him tense as goosebumps appeared. She giggled to herself.
“What’s so funny?”
“You said you weren’t ticklish. It’s kind of like when someone lets one rip. The first to say they didn’t do it probably did. When someone says they’re not ticklish, what they are really saying is that they really hope nobody calls their bluff.”
“Did you just compare my body to a fart?”
“Yeah, kinda.” They both laughed, sharing a bonding moment. It died down after a few seconds.
“So, will you untie me now?”
“Uh uh.” She shook her head no. “Not till I find that one, special spot.
“I’m telling you, you already got my feet. They’re the worst.”
“And I don’t believe you.” Jane stated. “So, what would you do if I grabbed you… here?” She gripped his thighs and started to manically squeeze them.
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”
“Tickle tickle!” She reached just slightly inside his boxers and squeezed just beneath his privates, rubbing her probing thumbs into his inner thighs.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” This was another sweet spot to be sure, but she wasn’t sure if it was the big one. Her fingers wiggled into the tops of his legs and thighs and he was soon red in the face from the strain of his laughter.
“Goochie goo.” She teased. “Is this it? Huh?” She felt her thumb graze what she could guess was his testicles. Hell, she had gone this far…
She spidered her fingertips against his balls, and while it seemed to tickle him, his reaction wasn’t nearly as energetic as when she had tickled his legs. He even started to stiffen at her touch. She pulled her hands out of hand boxers and waited for him to collect himself.
“I can’t help but feel like your ribs are kind of on the same scale as your belly.” She deduced out loud. “And while your boy parts have their nerves, I really don’t think that I have found that emergency spot yet.”
“That was the first time a girl had touched me there.” He told her.
“Really? Did you like it?”
“I mean, it tickled.” They both shared another laugh. Jane loved that she could have such a relationship with him that they could laugh about the most absurd things. Of course, his erection was very noticeable at that point.
“Well, and at your age, I’m sure that thing isn’t going away for a little bit.” She moved over to his side. “But I’m still on the hunt.”
“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that you already found it.”
“Make you a deal, if I finish my search and it turns out that you were right, I will tickle your feet again. How does that sound?”
“Incredibly unfair.”
“Because I think I know where it is.” She revealed. “Your emergency spot.”
“It’s my feet.”
“No, it’s not.” She shook her head no. “But it’s okay. I know where it is. I know where you are super ticklish.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Oh, Sam, have you ever met Miss Pointer?” Jane asked. She raised her pointer finger and wiggled it. “Oh, Sammy…” She said in a silly, high pitched voice. “I’m Miss Pointer. And I am so very cold. I need to find a nice warm place to stay.” Sam suddenly looked very fearful. Even more so than he had when she was removing his socks.
She noticed.
“I think I see a nice… warm spot…” She hooked her finger and wiggled it tauntingly as it got closer and closer to him. “Right… over… here…”
Even before the fingertip reached his left armpit, he was already laughing, but when it touched down, he lost it.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Look! Miss Pointer has a twin sister!” Both of his underarms were being poked and prodded and he was literally begging her to stop.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE ITT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“I know you can’t. Because I found your spot! Tickle tickle tickle! Tickly tickly tickle!” Feeling extra evil, she recalled a video she had seen on the internet of a woman singing a song about tickling. “I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle… I’m gonna tickle tickle you.” She sang the song to her hysterical victim. “You’re gonna giggle giggle giggle… You’re gonna giggle when I tickle you.”
He was howling with laughter now. If they hadn’t been in her basement, folks passing by outside on the sidewalk might have heard him. It wasn’t long at all before he looked as though he was gonna pass out. She stopped tickling just short of it, offering him a drink of water from her bottle.
“Oh, that was so much fun.” She smiled. “You are so incredibly ticklish.”
“Well… you found my spot, just like you wanted. Can I go now?”
“Hmmm…” She thought about it.
“Come on!”
“I mean, the whole point of this was to find out if the table could remain stable during a session. If I don’t push you as far as possible, then what was the point?” She looked down at his groin. He was still stiff as a board. “SO let’s try one more little experiment.” She took one of the feathers that she had used on his feet. “I want to know which sensation drowns out the other.” It took no effort from her to free his boner through the front hole of his boxers. And when she started to stimulate him, he gasped on the table. He was almost struggling more than he had when she had been tickling him. She knew that his penis wasn’t ticklish though. It was just the sheer ecstasy of her hand on him that was causing him to react so strongly. He was actually shaking in the bonds. So far it was the best test of the tables sturdiness. She slowly and sensuously jerked him. She wanted him to really feel it. But that wasn’t all. As she had said before, she wanted to know which sensation overtook him more. He felt the feather spin in his left underarm.
“HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!”
“I’m gonna tickle tickle tickle… I’m gonna tickle tickle you. You’re gonna giggle giggle giggle… You’ll giggle and wiggle when I tickle you.”
As Sam orgasmed, Jane aimed his penis at his belly, coating it with semen. But after he had finished, she decided to play one more cruel trick on him, digging all of her fingers in his armpits, tickling the heck out of him post climax.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” He was screaming now. He was so much more sensitive. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head. Jane tickled his pits mercilessly, singing coochie coo to him until his laughter became silent. It was then that she finally stopped.
In the several minutes that it took for him to settle down, she sat in a chair that she had brought up to the table and watched. She felt an amazing swell of pride. Her table was still standing. She cursed herself upon realizing that she could have possibly taped the encounter to show the table’s effectiveness. She could have blurred out his face to maintain his privacy. Oh well, she figured. Hindsight is 20/20. He started to calm down.
“You should make another one of these.”
“Why is that?” She asked. “Think I can find another sex worker to sell one too?” She laughed. “Do you think that it works that well?”
Sam turned to her. His hair matted. His belly shiny. Tears down his cheeks. She had really put him through it. A part oh her actually felt for him.
“No.” He told her. “Because I want to come back over so you can tickle me again.”
She felt her heart melt.
“I think we can arrange something.”
