TiickleNiicole
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As some of you know I lost a football bet to my boyfriend back in september (eagles vs ravens) and the deal was if my team won I could tickle him but if I lost he would be able to tickle me in my ravens jersey. After waiting awhile, it finally happened!
Our neighbors weren't home and we had time to kill since it was raining out and we didn't feel like going out since it was kinda late. Chris suggested that this would be the best time to get his revenge on me and I agreed. Long story short, we ended up going to our room where he made sure that the blinds were down so no one could see into the room. He also closed and locked the bedroom door which assured me that I wasn't going to get away from this. I went into my closet and grabbed my ravens jersey (number 5) and slipped it on and got onto our bed. He didn't waste any time, the cuffs we own were already out and ready for me. I put my hands above my head and watched him cuff my wrists to the headboard. My ankles being cuffed to the bottom followed next and thats when I began to squirm a little. Once I was secured down, Chris leaned over and said "time for the eagles fan to torture the hell outta the ravens loser" and I cursed him out playfully 😛
He sat on my knees, facing the bottom of the bed and slowly pulled both my socks off while sliding his index finger up and down the sides of my feet, tormenting me at first. I began to giggle and squirm around the bed, already begging for him to not tickle my feet. He laughed and said "begging already? Your a wimp." He held my toes back and glided all his fingers all over my sole and at below my toes. I freaked and started thrashing and arching my back all while my eyes were squeezed shut. After seeing my reaction, Chris decided to spider tickle my soles really slowly and began moving faster and faster until he randomly stopped...until he poked his fingers into the sides of my feet and against my toes. At this point I was screaming and cursing at him, pleading for him to get the fuck away from my feet but of course he completely ignored everything I said. He continued tickling my bare feet for another 10 minutes with his fingers and once he was finished, he walked outta the room. I laid there, catching my breath while he was gone but he returned a couple minutes later with his hands behind his back. I asked him what was behind his back and he just grinned at me. He kneeled down on the floor in front of my feet and showed me his bottle of oil he kept in our bathroom. My eyes got huge at the sight of it and I started to panic a little.
He popped the cap off and squirted alot in his hand and started to smear it all over my feet, making them even more sensative than they already are. "No no no no no, please don't do this to me," I said as he continued oiling me up. He just looked at me and said "you're fucked babe" and laughed. Once he finished, he went right to work on me; sliding all his fingers rapidly against the bottoms of my feet all the way to my toes, listening to me laugh and scream in agony. A few minutes went by and he began to wiggle his index finger up and down the center of my feet, pressing hard to make the tickling much worse. My voice was getting hoarse from all the screaming but I couldn't help it, I just kept tugging at the cuffs and squirmed as much as I could. "The ravens fan is a little ticklish, kinda hott" he said as he continued torturing my feet. That comment alone made me feel even more helpless for some reason. After about 15 or so minutes he reached up at my dresser and grabbed a tiny hairbrush I had and began to brush it up and down my feet really slowly, stroking the center and sides of my feet. I was howling, keeping my eyes closed as I laughed and laughed. "Don't fucking use my brush, put it down asshole" I screamed out at him but the more I yelled and cursed the more he tickled. After he finished brushing the shit outta my feet he got a washrag and started wiping the rest of the oil off. I thought he was finishing up but I was so wrong lol. He grabbed ahold of my foot and licked slowly up my foot and nibbled just under my toes. Not only did it tickle like crazy but I was turned on by it. All I felt for the next few minutes was licks going all over my feet, and all he heard was me begging for it to stop (in between laughing.)
Chris looked at me and smiled and laughed after seeing how tired I looked. He stood up and walked to the side of me and crawled onto the bed, and straddled my waist. He put his hands to each side of me and said "your torture isn't over just yet, I still have some time." I shook my head at him, begging for him to get off of me but he didn't listen. Moments later he grabbed the bottom of my jersey and lifted it up a little bit, exposing my belly button and lower stomach. My eyes got big, and I began giggling at just the sight of him lifting my shirt up. A few seconds went by and then he spider tickled and glided his finger tips all over my bare belly and around my belly button, tracing it real slowly. I felt his finger go in my belly button, wiggling and flicking it gently which made me scream and laugh like fucking crazy. "I should draw a football field on your stomach but I don't have a pen, you're lucky" he said to me while he continued tickling my stomach. I screamed and shook my head back and forth, trying to escape this torment. All I could feel was his evil fingers attacking my ribs and stomach. I swear at one point my stomach and waist went numb from shaking so much. He pulled my shirt up more, leaving it under my boobs. Grinning at me, he took his fingers and poked my ribs and chest, sliding his hands to my armpits and began wiggling all ten of his fingers in them. I thrashed like their was no tomorrow, pulling at the handcuffs and shaking my arms wildly. Scratching my pits with his finger tips, dancing them down my arms and back to my belly. It felt like a lifetime but he was only tickled me for about 20 minutes before he stopped again. I looked into his eyes and pleaded for it to end and he just said "almost..."
I caught my breath and relaxed for a moment and during this time he did something that caught me off guard. I saw his hands grab onto my jersey and he pulled it up and over my boobs, exposing my nipples and the rest of my chest. I was soooo turned on by this, I wasn't even nervous anymore. He leaned down and kissed and my neck and said "enjoy" to me. His fingers tickled the sides of my boobs, lightly moving his finger tips against the sides of my breasts, squeezing them gently. I giggled and moaned a little, squirming at the touch of his fingers. My nipples were rock hard by this time and he continued to tickle under and at the sides of my boobs, knowing how much I enjoyed it even though I was laughing. The next thing I know, he had put his hand over my mouth and began to flick my nipples and pinch them. Loud moans and grunts went right into his hand, giggling and moaning as his hands went over my nipples. "Ssshhh, you can take this" he said as he wiggling his index finger against my nipples, poking and gently scratching the sides of my boobs even more. I was so turned on and a little wet from all this teasing, tickling and tormenting he was doing to me.
Before you know it, he had pulled his hand away from my mouth, listening to my moans and giggles. He sat back up and just stared at me with the biggest smile on his face. Catching my breath, I shook my head around a little, coughing a bit from laughing so much. He took the cuffs off my wrists and helped me sit up. I told him that I hated him for doing that to me but that I also loved every minute of it as well. We kissed and he gave my neck a couple of nibbles and went to uncuff my ankles. Of course he snuck in a few more cheap tickles on my feet that made me jump a little lol. Once I was freed we went and laid on our couch until we were tired enough to sleep. While we were laying there he told me that was only part of my torture and that he had to get me again at least once more so that the bet was complete lol. It was a great great night overall, I had a shit load of fun as i'm sure he did too. Hope you enjoyed!
Our neighbors weren't home and we had time to kill since it was raining out and we didn't feel like going out since it was kinda late. Chris suggested that this would be the best time to get his revenge on me and I agreed. Long story short, we ended up going to our room where he made sure that the blinds were down so no one could see into the room. He also closed and locked the bedroom door which assured me that I wasn't going to get away from this. I went into my closet and grabbed my ravens jersey (number 5) and slipped it on and got onto our bed. He didn't waste any time, the cuffs we own were already out and ready for me. I put my hands above my head and watched him cuff my wrists to the headboard. My ankles being cuffed to the bottom followed next and thats when I began to squirm a little. Once I was secured down, Chris leaned over and said "time for the eagles fan to torture the hell outta the ravens loser" and I cursed him out playfully 😛
He sat on my knees, facing the bottom of the bed and slowly pulled both my socks off while sliding his index finger up and down the sides of my feet, tormenting me at first. I began to giggle and squirm around the bed, already begging for him to not tickle my feet. He laughed and said "begging already? Your a wimp." He held my toes back and glided all his fingers all over my sole and at below my toes. I freaked and started thrashing and arching my back all while my eyes were squeezed shut. After seeing my reaction, Chris decided to spider tickle my soles really slowly and began moving faster and faster until he randomly stopped...until he poked his fingers into the sides of my feet and against my toes. At this point I was screaming and cursing at him, pleading for him to get the fuck away from my feet but of course he completely ignored everything I said. He continued tickling my bare feet for another 10 minutes with his fingers and once he was finished, he walked outta the room. I laid there, catching my breath while he was gone but he returned a couple minutes later with his hands behind his back. I asked him what was behind his back and he just grinned at me. He kneeled down on the floor in front of my feet and showed me his bottle of oil he kept in our bathroom. My eyes got huge at the sight of it and I started to panic a little.
He popped the cap off and squirted alot in his hand and started to smear it all over my feet, making them even more sensative than they already are. "No no no no no, please don't do this to me," I said as he continued oiling me up. He just looked at me and said "you're fucked babe" and laughed. Once he finished, he went right to work on me; sliding all his fingers rapidly against the bottoms of my feet all the way to my toes, listening to me laugh and scream in agony. A few minutes went by and he began to wiggle his index finger up and down the center of my feet, pressing hard to make the tickling much worse. My voice was getting hoarse from all the screaming but I couldn't help it, I just kept tugging at the cuffs and squirmed as much as I could. "The ravens fan is a little ticklish, kinda hott" he said as he continued torturing my feet. That comment alone made me feel even more helpless for some reason. After about 15 or so minutes he reached up at my dresser and grabbed a tiny hairbrush I had and began to brush it up and down my feet really slowly, stroking the center and sides of my feet. I was howling, keeping my eyes closed as I laughed and laughed. "Don't fucking use my brush, put it down asshole" I screamed out at him but the more I yelled and cursed the more he tickled. After he finished brushing the shit outta my feet he got a washrag and started wiping the rest of the oil off. I thought he was finishing up but I was so wrong lol. He grabbed ahold of my foot and licked slowly up my foot and nibbled just under my toes. Not only did it tickle like crazy but I was turned on by it. All I felt for the next few minutes was licks going all over my feet, and all he heard was me begging for it to stop (in between laughing.)
Chris looked at me and smiled and laughed after seeing how tired I looked. He stood up and walked to the side of me and crawled onto the bed, and straddled my waist. He put his hands to each side of me and said "your torture isn't over just yet, I still have some time." I shook my head at him, begging for him to get off of me but he didn't listen. Moments later he grabbed the bottom of my jersey and lifted it up a little bit, exposing my belly button and lower stomach. My eyes got big, and I began giggling at just the sight of him lifting my shirt up. A few seconds went by and then he spider tickled and glided his finger tips all over my bare belly and around my belly button, tracing it real slowly. I felt his finger go in my belly button, wiggling and flicking it gently which made me scream and laugh like fucking crazy. "I should draw a football field on your stomach but I don't have a pen, you're lucky" he said to me while he continued tickling my stomach. I screamed and shook my head back and forth, trying to escape this torment. All I could feel was his evil fingers attacking my ribs and stomach. I swear at one point my stomach and waist went numb from shaking so much. He pulled my shirt up more, leaving it under my boobs. Grinning at me, he took his fingers and poked my ribs and chest, sliding his hands to my armpits and began wiggling all ten of his fingers in them. I thrashed like their was no tomorrow, pulling at the handcuffs and shaking my arms wildly. Scratching my pits with his finger tips, dancing them down my arms and back to my belly. It felt like a lifetime but he was only tickled me for about 20 minutes before he stopped again. I looked into his eyes and pleaded for it to end and he just said "almost..."
I caught my breath and relaxed for a moment and during this time he did something that caught me off guard. I saw his hands grab onto my jersey and he pulled it up and over my boobs, exposing my nipples and the rest of my chest. I was soooo turned on by this, I wasn't even nervous anymore. He leaned down and kissed and my neck and said "enjoy" to me. His fingers tickled the sides of my boobs, lightly moving his finger tips against the sides of my breasts, squeezing them gently. I giggled and moaned a little, squirming at the touch of his fingers. My nipples were rock hard by this time and he continued to tickle under and at the sides of my boobs, knowing how much I enjoyed it even though I was laughing. The next thing I know, he had put his hand over my mouth and began to flick my nipples and pinch them. Loud moans and grunts went right into his hand, giggling and moaning as his hands went over my nipples. "Ssshhh, you can take this" he said as he wiggling his index finger against my nipples, poking and gently scratching the sides of my boobs even more. I was so turned on and a little wet from all this teasing, tickling and tormenting he was doing to me.
Before you know it, he had pulled his hand away from my mouth, listening to my moans and giggles. He sat back up and just stared at me with the biggest smile on his face. Catching my breath, I shook my head around a little, coughing a bit from laughing so much. He took the cuffs off my wrists and helped me sit up. I told him that I hated him for doing that to me but that I also loved every minute of it as well. We kissed and he gave my neck a couple of nibbles and went to uncuff my ankles. Of course he snuck in a few more cheap tickles on my feet that made me jump a little lol. Once I was freed we went and laid on our couch until we were tired enough to sleep. While we were laying there he told me that was only part of my torture and that he had to get me again at least once more so that the bet was complete lol. It was a great great night overall, I had a shit load of fun as i'm sure he did too. Hope you enjoyed!
