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The minute I finished tying Tori up she became really nervous. Realizing how truly helpless she was, Tori began having second thoughts.
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” she said nervously, almost sheepishly. Truly nothing like the dynamo I knew from the gym. “Maybe you should untie me John. I don’t think I want to do this anymore.”
I had a contract. I had a signed release. There was no way I was going to let this extremely sexy woman talk her way out of the situation.
“Nice try Tori,” I said. “But it won’t work. This was your idea. You came to me and asked if you could try modeling remember? Anyway sweetie we have a contract, remember, for a three hour shoot, and I’m going to get my money’s worth so you may as well just enjoy yourself.”
“But I don’t think I can enjoy myself. I’m too nervous,” Tori said.
I’d never seen her like this, so feminine and vulnerable. The Tori I knew from the gym was fearless. She had owned her own software company. Typically a male dominated industry, Tori had not only succeeded, but had recently sold the company for so much money that the next nine generations of her family couldn’t spend it all. Tori spent most of her free time in the gym also, so she was stronger than any woman I’d ever met, but she wasn’t a muscle freak. Her body was perfect, not an ounce of fat, and no bulging muscles.
Tori was beautiful, but I don’t think I’d ever seen her look more attractive than that moment. Her long, wavy, auburn hair pulled back into a soft ponytail that shimmered on her back. She was wearing white satin panties, a matching bra and nothing else. I had her hogtied on the floor on top of a soft fur rug. Her wrists, ankles and elbows were all bound tightly. I had devilishly lashed her wrists to a snug crotch-rope that made even the slightest movement priceless. Her ankles were tied to her elbow cinch and pulled so tightly that she had to arch her back.
“Maybe I can help you tackle your nervousness,” I said kneeling on the floor behind her. I took Tori’s thighs in my hands and pulled her back to me so that her shins were trapped between my legs.
“What are you going to do?” she asked nervously flailing at the air with her useless hands and flexing her beautiful feet in angst.
“Some of my other first timers tell me that it helps them relax if I tickle them a little the first time they are bound,” I said.
“YOU WOULDN’T,” she cried out. “PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME LIKE THIS JOHN! I’M EXTREMELY TICKLISH! I WON’T BE ABLE TO STAND IT!”
It was too late, I began to slowly stroke her foot bottoms. With a shriek Tori confirmed her confession. She truly was incredibly ticklish, perhaps excruciatingly so.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA!” she screamed. “QUIT IT! I CAN’T MOVE! AAAAAAHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA! SSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP! THIS IS NOT FAIR!”
I couldn’t believe how deliciously ticklish Tori truly was. The slightest touch caused her to jump and scream in ticklish anguish. And it seemed that it didn’t matter where I touched her, Tori was ticklish everywhere. She was easily the most ticklish woman I had ever met!
I continued to play with her feet with one hand as my other hand found its way to her thighs. Inside and out, upper and lower, Tori’s thighs were incredibly sensitive just like her feet, and it seemed that the closer that I got to Tori’s womanhood, the more sensitive she became. Her throaty laugh changing to a guttural moan, and on occasion she would simply throw her head back and scream, but nothing would come out.
And of course I didn’t make things any easier for her. Beside the fact that I was tickling the shit out of her, I just had to tease her endlessly.
“Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo!” I’d laugh, or “Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!” I continually called her names like 'ticklebaby', 'missyticklish', or Tori’s personal favorite 'Tori_ticklee'. Each of my taunts seemed to increase Tori’s ticklishness tenfold. In just a few minutes Tori was reduced to a screaming, crying, and bouncing bundle of ticklish submissive.
“PPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ JJJJJJJOOOOOOOOONNNNNN! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! SSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!” Tori screamed over and over.
But I wasn’t quite ready to stop and simply continued to work my way north to her belly, ribs, the sides of her breasts, and ultimately her armpits. Along the way I found out all of Tori’s ticklish secrets, like the fact that I could make her insane just by running a finger along the place where her panties met the top of her thighs, or that tickling Tori’s lower back caused her to emit blood curdling screams. But there was one secret that even I wasn’t prepared for.
At one point I had rolled Tori onto her back and was playing with her bellybutton. Tori was insanely ticklish there and could barely breathe as I dabbed my fingertip in and out of her tiny innee. I was just about ready to give her a break when I noticed a change in the sounds she was making. I wasn’t quite sure where I was taking Tori at the moment, but I had to keep going. In and out I flicked at her belly button, and ran my finger around the edge of her crater. Soon Tori was groaning a throaty, rumbling groan, begging me to stop what I was doing to her.
“JOHN! YOU HAVE TO STOP! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO STOP! I CAN’T…”
And then it happened. Tori threw her head back suddenly and I felt her entire body tense under my knowing hand, her teeth clenched and she was screaming in orgasmic delight. Tori’s orgasm was so powerful that she didn’t even notice when I removed her crotchrope and pulled her panties down to her knees. I stopped my attack for a minute to let Tori recover from her shuddering climax, and catch her breath. Tori must have thought that I was finished because after a moment she smiled at me, “Oh my God,” she said. “That was amazing!”
Just as she said it I ran the tip of finger lightly over her soaking wet slit.
“OH NO!” Tori cried out. “DON’T JOHN! NOT THERE! NOT NOW!”
I began to tickle her lips with two feathery light fingers.
“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN’T! I CAN’T! PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEZZZZZ!”
“Oh, is Tori’s pussy ticklish too?” I teased. “Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo.”
“OH SHIT!” Tori groaned. “PLEASE DON’T DO THAT JOHN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Her knees were squeezed so tightly together that she effectively had my hand trapped in the one spot where she really didn’t want it to be, and I kept on playing her. Soon enough my efforts were rewarded once again. The same change in her voice, and I knew it was coming around again. I was a musician and at that moment Tori was my instrument, her moans and groans the notes of my concerto.
My other hand had ripped her bra away and found her hard little nubs, squeezing and kneading as another orgasmic wave hit Tori full force. Again and again I played this little game with Tori in between bouts of pure tickle torture.
I never did take a single picture of Tori that night. I guess you could say we were busy. But I have plenty of time to take all of the pictures of her that I want now. You see Tori and I were married three months later.
I’m sorry I have to end this now. Tori is waiting for me… Tied to our bed!
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” she said nervously, almost sheepishly. Truly nothing like the dynamo I knew from the gym. “Maybe you should untie me John. I don’t think I want to do this anymore.”
I had a contract. I had a signed release. There was no way I was going to let this extremely sexy woman talk her way out of the situation.
“Nice try Tori,” I said. “But it won’t work. This was your idea. You came to me and asked if you could try modeling remember? Anyway sweetie we have a contract, remember, for a three hour shoot, and I’m going to get my money’s worth so you may as well just enjoy yourself.”
“But I don’t think I can enjoy myself. I’m too nervous,” Tori said.
I’d never seen her like this, so feminine and vulnerable. The Tori I knew from the gym was fearless. She had owned her own software company. Typically a male dominated industry, Tori had not only succeeded, but had recently sold the company for so much money that the next nine generations of her family couldn’t spend it all. Tori spent most of her free time in the gym also, so she was stronger than any woman I’d ever met, but she wasn’t a muscle freak. Her body was perfect, not an ounce of fat, and no bulging muscles.
Tori was beautiful, but I don’t think I’d ever seen her look more attractive than that moment. Her long, wavy, auburn hair pulled back into a soft ponytail that shimmered on her back. She was wearing white satin panties, a matching bra and nothing else. I had her hogtied on the floor on top of a soft fur rug. Her wrists, ankles and elbows were all bound tightly. I had devilishly lashed her wrists to a snug crotch-rope that made even the slightest movement priceless. Her ankles were tied to her elbow cinch and pulled so tightly that she had to arch her back.
“Maybe I can help you tackle your nervousness,” I said kneeling on the floor behind her. I took Tori’s thighs in my hands and pulled her back to me so that her shins were trapped between my legs.
“What are you going to do?” she asked nervously flailing at the air with her useless hands and flexing her beautiful feet in angst.
“Some of my other first timers tell me that it helps them relax if I tickle them a little the first time they are bound,” I said.
“YOU WOULDN’T,” she cried out. “PLEASE DON’T TICKLE ME LIKE THIS JOHN! I’M EXTREMELY TICKLISH! I WON’T BE ABLE TO STAND IT!”
It was too late, I began to slowly stroke her foot bottoms. With a shriek Tori confirmed her confession. She truly was incredibly ticklish, perhaps excruciatingly so.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA!” she screamed. “QUIT IT! I CAN’T MOVE! AAAAAAHHHHH HA HA HA HA HA! SSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPP! THIS IS NOT FAIR!”
I couldn’t believe how deliciously ticklish Tori truly was. The slightest touch caused her to jump and scream in ticklish anguish. And it seemed that it didn’t matter where I touched her, Tori was ticklish everywhere. She was easily the most ticklish woman I had ever met!
I continued to play with her feet with one hand as my other hand found its way to her thighs. Inside and out, upper and lower, Tori’s thighs were incredibly sensitive just like her feet, and it seemed that the closer that I got to Tori’s womanhood, the more sensitive she became. Her throaty laugh changing to a guttural moan, and on occasion she would simply throw her head back and scream, but nothing would come out.
And of course I didn’t make things any easier for her. Beside the fact that I was tickling the shit out of her, I just had to tease her endlessly.
“Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo!” I’d laugh, or “Tickle, Tickle, Tickle!” I continually called her names like 'ticklebaby', 'missyticklish', or Tori’s personal favorite 'Tori_ticklee'. Each of my taunts seemed to increase Tori’s ticklishness tenfold. In just a few minutes Tori was reduced to a screaming, crying, and bouncing bundle of ticklish submissive.
“PPPPLLLLLEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZ JJJJJJJOOOOOOOOONNNNNN! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! SSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!” Tori screamed over and over.
But I wasn’t quite ready to stop and simply continued to work my way north to her belly, ribs, the sides of her breasts, and ultimately her armpits. Along the way I found out all of Tori’s ticklish secrets, like the fact that I could make her insane just by running a finger along the place where her panties met the top of her thighs, or that tickling Tori’s lower back caused her to emit blood curdling screams. But there was one secret that even I wasn’t prepared for.
At one point I had rolled Tori onto her back and was playing with her bellybutton. Tori was insanely ticklish there and could barely breathe as I dabbed my fingertip in and out of her tiny innee. I was just about ready to give her a break when I noticed a change in the sounds she was making. I wasn’t quite sure where I was taking Tori at the moment, but I had to keep going. In and out I flicked at her belly button, and ran my finger around the edge of her crater. Soon Tori was groaning a throaty, rumbling groan, begging me to stop what I was doing to her.
“JOHN! YOU HAVE TO STOP! PLEASE! YOU HAVE TO STOP! I CAN’T…”
And then it happened. Tori threw her head back suddenly and I felt her entire body tense under my knowing hand, her teeth clenched and she was screaming in orgasmic delight. Tori’s orgasm was so powerful that she didn’t even notice when I removed her crotchrope and pulled her panties down to her knees. I stopped my attack for a minute to let Tori recover from her shuddering climax, and catch her breath. Tori must have thought that I was finished because after a moment she smiled at me, “Oh my God,” she said. “That was amazing!”
Just as she said it I ran the tip of finger lightly over her soaking wet slit.
“OH NO!” Tori cried out. “DON’T JOHN! NOT THERE! NOT NOW!”
I began to tickle her lips with two feathery light fingers.
“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN’T! I CAN’T! PPPPPPPLLLLLLLLEEEEEEZZZZZ!”
“Oh, is Tori’s pussy ticklish too?” I teased. “Kitchy, Kitchy, Koo.”
“OH SHIT!” Tori groaned. “PLEASE DON’T DO THAT JOHN! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”
Her knees were squeezed so tightly together that she effectively had my hand trapped in the one spot where she really didn’t want it to be, and I kept on playing her. Soon enough my efforts were rewarded once again. The same change in her voice, and I knew it was coming around again. I was a musician and at that moment Tori was my instrument, her moans and groans the notes of my concerto.
My other hand had ripped her bra away and found her hard little nubs, squeezing and kneading as another orgasmic wave hit Tori full force. Again and again I played this little game with Tori in between bouts of pure tickle torture.
I never did take a single picture of Tori that night. I guess you could say we were busy. But I have plenty of time to take all of the pictures of her that I want now. You see Tori and I were married three months later.
I’m sorry I have to end this now. Tori is waiting for me… Tied to our bed!
