This is how my tickle torture fantasy became a reality. This was the best time in my life as my girlfriend did this only for me and let herself be tantalized with the sole intent of giving me pleasure. My girlfriend is a Jessica Simpson or Dianna Argon type. Blonde and very beautiful. At this time her hair was straight and shoulder length. I'm going to call her "Jess" in this story.
I did it in "story" format to bring you into the experience with me. This was an incredible two days.
My roommate at the time was not home much so I tended to have the apartment to myself. Jess and I were in my bed when I suddenly needed to run to the bathroom. I was horribly embarrassed, but I had no choice. I had to excuse myself.
When I came back to the room I saw she had a DVD in her hand. She had gone into my drawer to snoop and found it. I knew it was a vid of a girl tied up standing in a dooway being tickled in her bikini. I wasn't ready to reveal that part of me yet, so I said it was nothing. Telling a woman that a DVD is "nothing" it akin to telling a cop you don't want to get out of the car. It just makes matters worse. Naturally she pushed the issue so I said it was porn. An old one I hadn't watched it in a while. I had hoped that would put an end to it
Jess put the DVD on the bed and looked me right in the eye. She smiled at me and said, "Let's watch it."
Assuming this had to come out sooner or later, I said I didn't think that would be such a good idea. I spilled my guts and told her what it was. I could tell she was trying to be open minded but she was definitely weirded out. I never felt like such a freak. It was as though I told her I had a disease or I was mentally ill. We talked a while. She asked what excited me about it and why I would get off watching a guy tickle a helpless woman.
Nobody had ever asked me that. Most likely this is because I had never told anyone about this, so I had to think about it. I told her it was the power he had over her. Her body was for him and him alone. His fingers dictated the responses in her body. Her subtle protests and squeals reinforced how she had no control and he would determine when the torment would begin and end. She was his entertainment His property. He was her master and she knew it.
We went to sleep that night on far ends of the bed. When I got up in the morning she was gone.
That day she called me at work. Said we need to talk. I said "sure" figuring this was it. She told me to come over that night so I did.
It was about seven o'clock at night when I arrived at her place. I already removed her key from my ring so I could give it back after she told me what a weirdo I am and she never wanted to see me again. I rang her bell. I heard her ask "who is it.?" I said it was me. She said come in.
All the lights were off. I didn't see her at all. She lived in a one bedroom apartment in Hoboken so there weren't many places to hide. I turned on the light. "Jess?" I said.
"In here." Her voice came from the bedroom.
I walked down the hall, opened door and the vision I saw is burned into my memory to this day, Jess was standing at the foot of the bed in her black thong bikini, holding a silk white scarf. She wore a black choker on her neck. Her makeup and nails were s beautifully done. He hair was perfect and her earrings peeked through her blonde tresses, It was as though we were going out for the night but she had just the bra and thong on. She looked me in the eye and smiled. Then she looked at the bed, and sauntered to the headboard, with the silk scarf in one hand and her other lighly brushing the sheets. She got on the bed, laid down, held her hands above her head, closed her eyes and whispered "tie me up."
"You want me to do what?" I said. "I really don't want you to do anything that makes you feel -"
"Tie me up" she whispered again interrupting my attempt to deflect what she was offering.
I took off my jacket and let it fall to the floor as I walked over to her. I took the silk scarf and bound her hands together as I checked out her body in her bikini. I then tied the other end to one of the bedlegs at the head. Tight as I could without hurting her. She was now on her back with her hands tied by the corner of the bed. She was diagonal on the mattress.
"Come here" she whispered. She still hadn't opened her eyes. "Sit on my legs" She cleared her thorat.
I climbed on the bed. She swallowed as she felt the mattress lower from my weight. I knelt over her and slowly lowered myself on her thighs. Her hands were tied above her head and I immobilized her legs by sitting on her.
She opened her eyes. She looked at me with a smirk as she raised her eyebrows She looked away, closed her eyes again and whispered, "Tickle me."
I didn't reply, I just sat there looking at her amazing body in a bikini tied up on her bed. Her tight stomach. Innie bellybutton, The curves of her hips. The line of her ribs. Her creamy skin that contrasted against the black bra. I had dreamed of this moment with a woman for years.
"Tickle me" she said. She closed her eyes tighter. Her body tensed and her back arched.
I hesitated a moment. I knew once I took any action this would dictate everything. If I touched her I would become her tormenter, her dominator, her torturer. It would never go back.
"Go ahead my master" she whispered. "You have me now." Her voice cracked a little. "I want you to tickle me."
I reached down and caressed her sides. She giggled and squirmed a little. I gently ran my fingers up and down her sides teasing her underarms, landing on her hips. Each time, she tensed, and reacted more. Her giggles became more uncontrollable and I sould see her trying to break from her bonds. This fueled my fire and I got more frenzied. I held to her underarms and focused there. I tickled her armpits, but watched her body. She writhed at my figertips. She shouted. I traced the curves of her body from her ribs to her sides and tickled her hips. As the session went on she struggled more. Her reactions were a combination of giggles, shouts, laughing, tensing and writhing . She was mine. I grabbed her sides harder, tickling furiously. She stopped the giggling and laughing.
She didn't open her eyes or even try to escape. She whispered, "You're trying to hard" She stretched her body. "The light touches. They're more personal. They are what torture me."
I changed my technique immediately. If she wanted to coach me on how to torture her, I was going to follow direction. I held my hand close to her body and wiggled my fingers over her skin. Under her arms. Along her sides. On her hips. Then, on her belly button.
Her eyes opened. Her hands pulled tight on her bonds. She gaspsed and tried to sit up. She couldn't. I stopped. Our eyes met. She looked at me, terrified.
"Found the spot?" I asked?
"Yes!" She was shouting now. "That's my spot!"
I grinned. I lightly moved my hand over her taught belly teasing her belly button as she screamed and thrashed. Her legs kicked, but I was too big for her to throw off. Her hands were tighlty tied, so she couldn't defend herself at all. Her eyes were closed tighter than I had ever seen. She kept screaming. Her body was hysterical with torture. She was completely defenesless and I took full advantage.
"Stop!" she yelled.
"I'm sorry" I said. "I can't hear you" I focused on her belly button tickle spot continuing the torment. Lighlty, like she told me to.
"Stop! Stop! Oh my God, please please Stop!"
I didn't
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop It!" She chanted, I didn't stop. I just wiggled my fingers over her tender torture spot and laughed. She continued as loud as she could "Stop it! Stop it! Stop It!" She let out a shriek and banged her bound hands on the bed.
I stopped. She relaxed. untied her. She sat up. Let out a deep breath, Giggled. "Wait til next time" she slyly said. The next huor was the best sex I had ever had.
I asked myslef later why I didn't stop when she asked me to. I knew the answer was simple, Before that, she wanted me to tickle her, And I liked it. But for the moments I pretended I didn't hear her, it was torture. And that is what I consider the fullfilment of my fantasy.
I did it in "story" format to bring you into the experience with me. This was an incredible two days.
My roommate at the time was not home much so I tended to have the apartment to myself. Jess and I were in my bed when I suddenly needed to run to the bathroom. I was horribly embarrassed, but I had no choice. I had to excuse myself.
When I came back to the room I saw she had a DVD in her hand. She had gone into my drawer to snoop and found it. I knew it was a vid of a girl tied up standing in a dooway being tickled in her bikini. I wasn't ready to reveal that part of me yet, so I said it was nothing. Telling a woman that a DVD is "nothing" it akin to telling a cop you don't want to get out of the car. It just makes matters worse. Naturally she pushed the issue so I said it was porn. An old one I hadn't watched it in a while. I had hoped that would put an end to it
Jess put the DVD on the bed and looked me right in the eye. She smiled at me and said, "Let's watch it."
Assuming this had to come out sooner or later, I said I didn't think that would be such a good idea. I spilled my guts and told her what it was. I could tell she was trying to be open minded but she was definitely weirded out. I never felt like such a freak. It was as though I told her I had a disease or I was mentally ill. We talked a while. She asked what excited me about it and why I would get off watching a guy tickle a helpless woman.
Nobody had ever asked me that. Most likely this is because I had never told anyone about this, so I had to think about it. I told her it was the power he had over her. Her body was for him and him alone. His fingers dictated the responses in her body. Her subtle protests and squeals reinforced how she had no control and he would determine when the torment would begin and end. She was his entertainment His property. He was her master and she knew it.
We went to sleep that night on far ends of the bed. When I got up in the morning she was gone.
That day she called me at work. Said we need to talk. I said "sure" figuring this was it. She told me to come over that night so I did.
It was about seven o'clock at night when I arrived at her place. I already removed her key from my ring so I could give it back after she told me what a weirdo I am and she never wanted to see me again. I rang her bell. I heard her ask "who is it.?" I said it was me. She said come in.
All the lights were off. I didn't see her at all. She lived in a one bedroom apartment in Hoboken so there weren't many places to hide. I turned on the light. "Jess?" I said.
"In here." Her voice came from the bedroom.
I walked down the hall, opened door and the vision I saw is burned into my memory to this day, Jess was standing at the foot of the bed in her black thong bikini, holding a silk white scarf. She wore a black choker on her neck. Her makeup and nails were s beautifully done. He hair was perfect and her earrings peeked through her blonde tresses, It was as though we were going out for the night but she had just the bra and thong on. She looked me in the eye and smiled. Then she looked at the bed, and sauntered to the headboard, with the silk scarf in one hand and her other lighly brushing the sheets. She got on the bed, laid down, held her hands above her head, closed her eyes and whispered "tie me up."
"You want me to do what?" I said. "I really don't want you to do anything that makes you feel -"
"Tie me up" she whispered again interrupting my attempt to deflect what she was offering.
I took off my jacket and let it fall to the floor as I walked over to her. I took the silk scarf and bound her hands together as I checked out her body in her bikini. I then tied the other end to one of the bedlegs at the head. Tight as I could without hurting her. She was now on her back with her hands tied by the corner of the bed. She was diagonal on the mattress.
"Come here" she whispered. She still hadn't opened her eyes. "Sit on my legs" She cleared her thorat.
I climbed on the bed. She swallowed as she felt the mattress lower from my weight. I knelt over her and slowly lowered myself on her thighs. Her hands were tied above her head and I immobilized her legs by sitting on her.
She opened her eyes. She looked at me with a smirk as she raised her eyebrows She looked away, closed her eyes again and whispered, "Tickle me."
I didn't reply, I just sat there looking at her amazing body in a bikini tied up on her bed. Her tight stomach. Innie bellybutton, The curves of her hips. The line of her ribs. Her creamy skin that contrasted against the black bra. I had dreamed of this moment with a woman for years.
"Tickle me" she said. She closed her eyes tighter. Her body tensed and her back arched.
I hesitated a moment. I knew once I took any action this would dictate everything. If I touched her I would become her tormenter, her dominator, her torturer. It would never go back.
"Go ahead my master" she whispered. "You have me now." Her voice cracked a little. "I want you to tickle me."
I reached down and caressed her sides. She giggled and squirmed a little. I gently ran my fingers up and down her sides teasing her underarms, landing on her hips. Each time, she tensed, and reacted more. Her giggles became more uncontrollable and I sould see her trying to break from her bonds. This fueled my fire and I got more frenzied. I held to her underarms and focused there. I tickled her armpits, but watched her body. She writhed at my figertips. She shouted. I traced the curves of her body from her ribs to her sides and tickled her hips. As the session went on she struggled more. Her reactions were a combination of giggles, shouts, laughing, tensing and writhing . She was mine. I grabbed her sides harder, tickling furiously. She stopped the giggling and laughing.
She didn't open her eyes or even try to escape. She whispered, "You're trying to hard" She stretched her body. "The light touches. They're more personal. They are what torture me."
I changed my technique immediately. If she wanted to coach me on how to torture her, I was going to follow direction. I held my hand close to her body and wiggled my fingers over her skin. Under her arms. Along her sides. On her hips. Then, on her belly button.
Her eyes opened. Her hands pulled tight on her bonds. She gaspsed and tried to sit up. She couldn't. I stopped. Our eyes met. She looked at me, terrified.
"Found the spot?" I asked?
"Yes!" She was shouting now. "That's my spot!"
I grinned. I lightly moved my hand over her taught belly teasing her belly button as she screamed and thrashed. Her legs kicked, but I was too big for her to throw off. Her hands were tighlty tied, so she couldn't defend herself at all. Her eyes were closed tighter than I had ever seen. She kept screaming. Her body was hysterical with torture. She was completely defenesless and I took full advantage.
"Stop!" she yelled.
"I'm sorry" I said. "I can't hear you" I focused on her belly button tickle spot continuing the torment. Lighlty, like she told me to.
"Stop! Stop! Oh my God, please please Stop!"
I didn't
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop It!" She chanted, I didn't stop. I just wiggled my fingers over her tender torture spot and laughed. She continued as loud as she could "Stop it! Stop it! Stop It!" She let out a shriek and banged her bound hands on the bed.
I stopped. She relaxed. untied her. She sat up. Let out a deep breath, Giggled. "Wait til next time" she slyly said. The next huor was the best sex I had ever had.
I asked myslef later why I didn't stop when she asked me to. I knew the answer was simple, Before that, she wanted me to tickle her, And I liked it. But for the moments I pretended I didn't hear her, it was torture. And that is what I consider the fullfilment of my fantasy.
