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Office Tickles Part 2
This, however, is my boss. He’s older. Bigger. More intimidating. And I really have no idea why he’s doing this to me.
He massages my hip bones with his thumbs. This is one of my hot spots that my boyfriend will often play with for a few seconds when wrestling me. My rolling office chair is sliding all over the place as I struggle to escape his grasp.
“AHAHAHA WHYY AHAHAHA”
I struggle to get the word out.
He stops for a moment but his hands remain wrapped around my hips.
He moves my hair behind my ear, giving me goosebumps as his fingers lightly touch my neck. He leans in, close to my ear and whispers.
“your ‘backup’ e-mail. the one you sent in in case your work e-mail is hacked. I found it connected to a tickle tumblr. I know you want this.”
Before I had time to process or respond, my boss picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“what’re you DOING?” I exclaim, slamming my fists against his back. But my fighting back is short lived because he soon wraps his fingers around my thighs, squeezing and tickling them like mad. This makes me weak and unable to fight back.
“AHAHAHAAHASTAAAHAHAP”
He brings me into the elevator, tickling and teasing me all the way. He presses “B” which is strange, because we never really use the basement. When we get down there, he walks down an empty hallway, makes a left, and takes out his keys to open one of the doors.
Once we’re in the room, he locks the door behind us and finally puts me down. I marvel the dimly lit room that we’re in. In the center of the room, there are foot and arm stocks. There’s a dresser lined with various tickle toys. Brushes. Baby oil. Toothbrushes. Much more. There’s a vase filled with long feathers.
I gasp and back towards the door.
He chuckles. “It’s locked sweetheart. And judging from your little blog, this is exactly where you want to be anyways.”
I’m embarrassed, but also infuriated. “What right do you have to look through my personal e-mail or personal blog? And what makes you think I would want YOU to… you know… do that to me?”
“First of all, it’s online and open to the public. Second of all, what’s that word you’re trying to say? T… T… Ti…”
He takes a couple of steps towards me. I lunge at the door and turn the handle rigorously, despite knowing its locked.
“Oh you can’t say that word can you? well I can. and I’m going to TICKLE you all day.”
As he says the dreaded word, he leans his body weight against me, pushing me against the door frame. He lifts my hands over my head, holding them still with one of his hands and digs into my armpits through my button up.
It’s maddening. No one has ever held me down and tickled me like this.
“AHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA STOP”
“Oh, we’re just getting started sweetheart.”
He picks me up and places me in the stocks, despite my struggling. He restrains my feet and wrists. I shiver in anticipation.
Part 3 coming soon my friends
This, however, is my boss. He’s older. Bigger. More intimidating. And I really have no idea why he’s doing this to me.
He massages my hip bones with his thumbs. This is one of my hot spots that my boyfriend will often play with for a few seconds when wrestling me. My rolling office chair is sliding all over the place as I struggle to escape his grasp.
“AHAHAHA WHYY AHAHAHA”
I struggle to get the word out.
He stops for a moment but his hands remain wrapped around my hips.
He moves my hair behind my ear, giving me goosebumps as his fingers lightly touch my neck. He leans in, close to my ear and whispers.
“your ‘backup’ e-mail. the one you sent in in case your work e-mail is hacked. I found it connected to a tickle tumblr. I know you want this.”
Before I had time to process or respond, my boss picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
“what’re you DOING?” I exclaim, slamming my fists against his back. But my fighting back is short lived because he soon wraps his fingers around my thighs, squeezing and tickling them like mad. This makes me weak and unable to fight back.
“AHAHAHAAHASTAAAHAHAP”
He brings me into the elevator, tickling and teasing me all the way. He presses “B” which is strange, because we never really use the basement. When we get down there, he walks down an empty hallway, makes a left, and takes out his keys to open one of the doors.
Once we’re in the room, he locks the door behind us and finally puts me down. I marvel the dimly lit room that we’re in. In the center of the room, there are foot and arm stocks. There’s a dresser lined with various tickle toys. Brushes. Baby oil. Toothbrushes. Much more. There’s a vase filled with long feathers.
I gasp and back towards the door.
He chuckles. “It’s locked sweetheart. And judging from your little blog, this is exactly where you want to be anyways.”
I’m embarrassed, but also infuriated. “What right do you have to look through my personal e-mail or personal blog? And what makes you think I would want YOU to… you know… do that to me?”
“First of all, it’s online and open to the public. Second of all, what’s that word you’re trying to say? T… T… Ti…”
He takes a couple of steps towards me. I lunge at the door and turn the handle rigorously, despite knowing its locked.
“Oh you can’t say that word can you? well I can. and I’m going to TICKLE you all day.”
As he says the dreaded word, he leans his body weight against me, pushing me against the door frame. He lifts my hands over my head, holding them still with one of his hands and digs into my armpits through my button up.
It’s maddening. No one has ever held me down and tickled me like this.
“AHAHAHAHA PLEASE HAHAHA STOP”
“Oh, we’re just getting started sweetheart.”
He picks me up and places me in the stocks, despite my struggling. He restrains my feet and wrists. I shiver in anticipation.
Part 3 coming soon my friends
