PART 2: Here is the update on what happened on my next date (5/26/19) with a nice woman I met on Match.com. Laura is 30, about five' seven”, with straight, fine blonde hair just past her shoulders. She weighs about 150 pounds soaking wet with her pockets full of quarters. She goes to the spa and has massages and mani/pedi once a moth with her girlfriends. I learned she gets the entire body scrub often and every inch of her skin is super soft.
5/26/2019 By this date, she had already experienced her first time being spread-eagle in restraints and having me explore her ticklishness. We are still learning about each other, and we were both comfortable with her fully clothed for the first time being strapped down. The other day she texted me asking if I have the leather straps still out on the bed, and I asked her why she wanted to know. “You know why” she texted back. I replied with a question of which one of us she wanted to be stuck in the straps this time. She responded “me...? ”
After her very first bondage session, she sent me a few text messages telling me what I had done to her that she enjoyed. She confessed a guy has never tickle her before, and she enjoyed the feeling when I gently tickled and massaged each foot. Laura admitted to honestly hating her armpits receiving any tickle attention, but that her sides are fair game. In one message she shyly revealed her hips and feet seem to be her favorite territory to have experienced my ticklish touch and she wants me to do that again. I have this amazing road map saved in three text messages and I was shocked she sent it, let alone sent it after her first (and possibly last) time in my four-point cuffs.
For this date, I invite her over for dinner and a movie. Opening the front door, she comes in and takes off her black Converse after dropping her purse by the door. After some chit-chat, she confesses she wanted to try the straps again. (I knew that was coming from her earlier texts!) She heads up stairs to check out the bed. The straps were set the same as before, and she stood there waiting for me. The nervousness expressed at the first time was gone, replaced with a sassy attitude. I sneak in a few pokes at her ribs while standing there as her arms are up putting her hair in a ponytail. “Is this okay?” The bottom of her long sleeve shirt is wrapped around my finger and I carefully pull it up and over her head, leaving her in a white halter top. “Now you're good”, I tell her. Wearing a white halter top, denim blue capri pants and more white PUMA ankle socks, her butt lands on the middle of the bed. Anticipating having her feet be a target, she swiftly reaches down to each ankle and loses both socks before straightening her legs out toward the corners of the bed. Based on the first time she endured this predicament, an earlier text message admitted she had more enjoyment and liked the way it felt to be teased and tickled while barefoot. The socks in her hand get dropped on the floor lastly before she juts both arms up at the corners of the bed.
Each arm is delicately buckled in the tan leather strap, and the buckles are comfortably firm. I can feel her breathing change as each cargo strap is ratcheted, eating up the loose slack. I check her face for reassurance and she is fine, pursing her lips back at me behind squinting eyes. She holds each leg at the corner of the bed and pokes me with her right toes before her ankle is strapped in and ratcheted into place. Willingly submitting her left leg to the straps, the securing process is finished with the final silver buckle. She is all strapped down with nervous anticipation, waiting to go on this roller coaster ride with the guy she really likes. (ME!)
I know she likes to squirm a little bit for fun, and I let her wiggle around for a minute. I'm still by her ankles, just having strapped them in, so I decided to start with her feet. Seeing my hand go towards her foot causes her to tense up, curl her toes and slam her eyes shut. Gentle fingertip swirls start just on the top of her foot, and she relaxes her toes and all the tense muscles. I feel her body melt into the mattress. The eyelids that were slammed shut turn to delicately closed as my little caresses on only the top of her foot continue. Her toes are freshly painted a light pink from the spa, and they calmly sway back and forth a little as my fingers run across the top of them.
Transitioning from the tops of her toes to under them is a different story. Laura's body becomes tense and pulls on all four straps. Not wanting to give me the satisfaction of laughter, she gives it her all to fight the feeling of my touch. I think she lasts all of five seconds before her head crashes back into the pillow and she convulses from annoying fingertips sliding under her squirming toes. One finger tracing small circles directly on the instep of her arch is enough to melt her down into a pool of thrashing, blubbering sweat. This is her spot!
One or two fingers stay glued to her left instep while my second hand wanders over to her right foot and soon both arches are enduring gentle swirling circles. Both arms and ankles are frantic, grappling in the taught straps as she screams. Two minutes of incessant swirling turn to tender massage pressure to let her catch her breath. Both feet stretch and push into my hands in approval of my massage. This is the type of touch she's been craving since her first bondage experience.
I have discovered a new and fun way to keep her on the edge of insanity. That calm massage feeling transitions to light fingertip twirls on her arch, causing her to go into hysterics once more. The massage to tickle, massage to tickle routine is so mean and yet so fun. I keep her on the edge of tickle hell delirium for a good ten minutes, as she continually fights the straps and hits me with the F word when each mini massage turns to tickles. She makes this amazing little cooing noise while massaging her toes and balls of her feet just right. Calm cooing is abruptly replaced with screams and many F-YOU's as the multiple tickle assaults ramp up on her arches and then move to her heels. Tickle hell delirium is a fun place to push her to, and I can tell she likes it.
I end with a massage before standing up and bringing some ice water with a straw to her lips. Her hair is a mess and she is drenched with sweat, but lightly giggling and still manages to smile between sips of water. Putting the empty glass on the night stand, her eyes get bigger as I aim for her hips. She admitted this was her favorite next to her feet. Playful panic ensues as I lift up her white halter top, exposing her hips. Drawing firm circles with my thumbs right on her hip bones causes her to squirm and giggle, but not scream like the attention on her feet did. I keep playing on her hips for another minute before finishing her off with light pokes on her ribs.
I move up to her face and tenderly fix her hair before unbuckling each leather cuff. Her arms collapse at her sides like jell-o before one reaches out and lands on my lap. I take her hand in mine and massage her wrist while telling her how beautiful she looks. “You're a brat” she says before giving me a little peck on my cheek. "Oh hush, you like it" I tell her. She turns red and we both know it's true. I run my fingers down her thigh, past her knees, across the few inches of bare calves sticking out of her capri pant leg and end with little pokes under her toes. Each ankle is freed, and she sits up crossing her legs. She refuses to admit how much fun she had, but it's undeniable in her eyes. I make her more ice water as she finds her footing to walk to the restroom to fix her hair.
Laura emerges in a red halter top this time, telling me her white one was too damp after that. I handed her some ice water as she sat on the bed again with her legs crossed. I rubbed her back gently as she gulped down the water. Her head finds my shoulder after placing the empty glass on the table next to the bed. She looks at me and gives me a hug, then goes for my sides. I jump, surprised at the sneak attack! Poking me again, she says it's my turn. I'm not sure what she means, until she points to the leather restrains that are still moist with her sweat.
At this point I'm a little nervous, not knowing what to do. She bats her eyes at me and I'm not able to say no. I laid on my back and walked her through how the buckles worked and how to ratchet the cargo strap pulling the leather cuff up tight. She is able to figure it out after fumbling through it for a few moments, and has a proud smile of accomplishment after my first arm is in. This is so new to her, she stands there for a few moments looking around while only one of my arms is secure above me. Eventually overcoming her timid fascination of the situation that I'm in, Laura expertly attaches my second arm and both arms are stretched up securely. Walking to the bottom of the bed, she learns the ankle straps with mixed results. One ankle is in really well, and the other one needed some work as I could kick around. I let it go as she walks up to the middle of the bed and sits down.
Now, I should say I am not much of a 'lee, simply because I don't like it that much. She's never tickled anyone like this before, so she's not sure what to do. Poking my sides was a good way for her to start, but she's not an expert tickler. It did tickle a little, and I did bolt up more than once. She walked down to my feet and started to touch the bottoms. I was able to wiggle around a lot, careful not to kick her in the face. One strap even came undone and I purposefully pulled my leg away and hid it from her. The one foot still in tight received some scribbles and pokes, but we have to work on her tickling skills. She kept my black Hanes socks on while scribbling around, more of her having fun than actually tickling or torturing me. Leaving my foot she takes aim at my hips, poking and wiggling her fingers. It did tickle, but we have a long way to go to teach her. Laura is very kind-hearted, and she gave me some water before unbuckling me. I think I was on the bed in the straps for about ten minutes, while she endured a good 45 minutes or more.
She had the biggest smile on her face, proud of her ability to play around with her guy friend. I was still buckled in, and she had to learn how to let me out. I walked her through what to do, and she giggled at her failed attempt to undo the silver buckle on the leather cuffs. I was patient with her and gave her time to learn it. Eventually both arms were free, and she managed to let my only cuffed ankle out as well. Laura is amazingly kind and she gave me a back massage like I had given her. “That was fun!” she remarked.
Her socks are still on the floor as she pulls me out of the room, and walks me to the couch. She plops down and turns on netflix while wrapping herself in a red blanket. She positions her upper body across my lap, and falls asleep as I rub her back.
She sent me a text message the next day, saying she was thinking of me and she had a fun time that night. She told me she wants to do it again, and I told her i'll teach her how to be a good tickler. She sent me the little blowing kiss emoji, and said she likes to tickle to flirt. I boldly asked Laura if she wanted to have tickling on the next date. "Duh," she replied. A little while later she sent me "You first". My heart stopped.
Next date 6/2/19 stay tuned.
5/26/2019 By this date, she had already experienced her first time being spread-eagle in restraints and having me explore her ticklishness. We are still learning about each other, and we were both comfortable with her fully clothed for the first time being strapped down. The other day she texted me asking if I have the leather straps still out on the bed, and I asked her why she wanted to know. “You know why” she texted back. I replied with a question of which one of us she wanted to be stuck in the straps this time. She responded “me...? ”
After her very first bondage session, she sent me a few text messages telling me what I had done to her that she enjoyed. She confessed a guy has never tickle her before, and she enjoyed the feeling when I gently tickled and massaged each foot. Laura admitted to honestly hating her armpits receiving any tickle attention, but that her sides are fair game. In one message she shyly revealed her hips and feet seem to be her favorite territory to have experienced my ticklish touch and she wants me to do that again. I have this amazing road map saved in three text messages and I was shocked she sent it, let alone sent it after her first (and possibly last) time in my four-point cuffs.
For this date, I invite her over for dinner and a movie. Opening the front door, she comes in and takes off her black Converse after dropping her purse by the door. After some chit-chat, she confesses she wanted to try the straps again. (I knew that was coming from her earlier texts!) She heads up stairs to check out the bed. The straps were set the same as before, and she stood there waiting for me. The nervousness expressed at the first time was gone, replaced with a sassy attitude. I sneak in a few pokes at her ribs while standing there as her arms are up putting her hair in a ponytail. “Is this okay?” The bottom of her long sleeve shirt is wrapped around my finger and I carefully pull it up and over her head, leaving her in a white halter top. “Now you're good”, I tell her. Wearing a white halter top, denim blue capri pants and more white PUMA ankle socks, her butt lands on the middle of the bed. Anticipating having her feet be a target, she swiftly reaches down to each ankle and loses both socks before straightening her legs out toward the corners of the bed. Based on the first time she endured this predicament, an earlier text message admitted she had more enjoyment and liked the way it felt to be teased and tickled while barefoot. The socks in her hand get dropped on the floor lastly before she juts both arms up at the corners of the bed.
Each arm is delicately buckled in the tan leather strap, and the buckles are comfortably firm. I can feel her breathing change as each cargo strap is ratcheted, eating up the loose slack. I check her face for reassurance and she is fine, pursing her lips back at me behind squinting eyes. She holds each leg at the corner of the bed and pokes me with her right toes before her ankle is strapped in and ratcheted into place. Willingly submitting her left leg to the straps, the securing process is finished with the final silver buckle. She is all strapped down with nervous anticipation, waiting to go on this roller coaster ride with the guy she really likes. (ME!)
I know she likes to squirm a little bit for fun, and I let her wiggle around for a minute. I'm still by her ankles, just having strapped them in, so I decided to start with her feet. Seeing my hand go towards her foot causes her to tense up, curl her toes and slam her eyes shut. Gentle fingertip swirls start just on the top of her foot, and she relaxes her toes and all the tense muscles. I feel her body melt into the mattress. The eyelids that were slammed shut turn to delicately closed as my little caresses on only the top of her foot continue. Her toes are freshly painted a light pink from the spa, and they calmly sway back and forth a little as my fingers run across the top of them.
Transitioning from the tops of her toes to under them is a different story. Laura's body becomes tense and pulls on all four straps. Not wanting to give me the satisfaction of laughter, she gives it her all to fight the feeling of my touch. I think she lasts all of five seconds before her head crashes back into the pillow and she convulses from annoying fingertips sliding under her squirming toes. One finger tracing small circles directly on the instep of her arch is enough to melt her down into a pool of thrashing, blubbering sweat. This is her spot!
One or two fingers stay glued to her left instep while my second hand wanders over to her right foot and soon both arches are enduring gentle swirling circles. Both arms and ankles are frantic, grappling in the taught straps as she screams. Two minutes of incessant swirling turn to tender massage pressure to let her catch her breath. Both feet stretch and push into my hands in approval of my massage. This is the type of touch she's been craving since her first bondage experience.
I have discovered a new and fun way to keep her on the edge of insanity. That calm massage feeling transitions to light fingertip twirls on her arch, causing her to go into hysterics once more. The massage to tickle, massage to tickle routine is so mean and yet so fun. I keep her on the edge of tickle hell delirium for a good ten minutes, as she continually fights the straps and hits me with the F word when each mini massage turns to tickles. She makes this amazing little cooing noise while massaging her toes and balls of her feet just right. Calm cooing is abruptly replaced with screams and many F-YOU's as the multiple tickle assaults ramp up on her arches and then move to her heels. Tickle hell delirium is a fun place to push her to, and I can tell she likes it.
I end with a massage before standing up and bringing some ice water with a straw to her lips. Her hair is a mess and she is drenched with sweat, but lightly giggling and still manages to smile between sips of water. Putting the empty glass on the night stand, her eyes get bigger as I aim for her hips. She admitted this was her favorite next to her feet. Playful panic ensues as I lift up her white halter top, exposing her hips. Drawing firm circles with my thumbs right on her hip bones causes her to squirm and giggle, but not scream like the attention on her feet did. I keep playing on her hips for another minute before finishing her off with light pokes on her ribs.
I move up to her face and tenderly fix her hair before unbuckling each leather cuff. Her arms collapse at her sides like jell-o before one reaches out and lands on my lap. I take her hand in mine and massage her wrist while telling her how beautiful she looks. “You're a brat” she says before giving me a little peck on my cheek. "Oh hush, you like it" I tell her. She turns red and we both know it's true. I run my fingers down her thigh, past her knees, across the few inches of bare calves sticking out of her capri pant leg and end with little pokes under her toes. Each ankle is freed, and she sits up crossing her legs. She refuses to admit how much fun she had, but it's undeniable in her eyes. I make her more ice water as she finds her footing to walk to the restroom to fix her hair.
Laura emerges in a red halter top this time, telling me her white one was too damp after that. I handed her some ice water as she sat on the bed again with her legs crossed. I rubbed her back gently as she gulped down the water. Her head finds my shoulder after placing the empty glass on the table next to the bed. She looks at me and gives me a hug, then goes for my sides. I jump, surprised at the sneak attack! Poking me again, she says it's my turn. I'm not sure what she means, until she points to the leather restrains that are still moist with her sweat.
At this point I'm a little nervous, not knowing what to do. She bats her eyes at me and I'm not able to say no. I laid on my back and walked her through how the buckles worked and how to ratchet the cargo strap pulling the leather cuff up tight. She is able to figure it out after fumbling through it for a few moments, and has a proud smile of accomplishment after my first arm is in. This is so new to her, she stands there for a few moments looking around while only one of my arms is secure above me. Eventually overcoming her timid fascination of the situation that I'm in, Laura expertly attaches my second arm and both arms are stretched up securely. Walking to the bottom of the bed, she learns the ankle straps with mixed results. One ankle is in really well, and the other one needed some work as I could kick around. I let it go as she walks up to the middle of the bed and sits down.
Now, I should say I am not much of a 'lee, simply because I don't like it that much. She's never tickled anyone like this before, so she's not sure what to do. Poking my sides was a good way for her to start, but she's not an expert tickler. It did tickle a little, and I did bolt up more than once. She walked down to my feet and started to touch the bottoms. I was able to wiggle around a lot, careful not to kick her in the face. One strap even came undone and I purposefully pulled my leg away and hid it from her. The one foot still in tight received some scribbles and pokes, but we have to work on her tickling skills. She kept my black Hanes socks on while scribbling around, more of her having fun than actually tickling or torturing me. Leaving my foot she takes aim at my hips, poking and wiggling her fingers. It did tickle, but we have a long way to go to teach her. Laura is very kind-hearted, and she gave me some water before unbuckling me. I think I was on the bed in the straps for about ten minutes, while she endured a good 45 minutes or more.
She had the biggest smile on her face, proud of her ability to play around with her guy friend. I was still buckled in, and she had to learn how to let me out. I walked her through what to do, and she giggled at her failed attempt to undo the silver buckle on the leather cuffs. I was patient with her and gave her time to learn it. Eventually both arms were free, and she managed to let my only cuffed ankle out as well. Laura is amazingly kind and she gave me a back massage like I had given her. “That was fun!” she remarked.
Her socks are still on the floor as she pulls me out of the room, and walks me to the couch. She plops down and turns on netflix while wrapping herself in a red blanket. She positions her upper body across my lap, and falls asleep as I rub her back.
She sent me a text message the next day, saying she was thinking of me and she had a fun time that night. She told me she wants to do it again, and I told her i'll teach her how to be a good tickler. She sent me the little blowing kiss emoji, and said she likes to tickle to flirt. I boldly asked Laura if she wanted to have tickling on the next date. "Duh," she replied. A little while later she sent me "You first". My heart stopped.
Next date 6/2/19 stay tuned.
Laura is definitely a keeper. 
