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I was laying in bed, gazing at CC and wondering what devilish tickle tease I could inflict on her. CC and I started out as coworkers in CFOS, LLC. We were secretaries to the lawyers. It started very innocently. CC and I went out every day for lunch. We went to this small diner in them middle of town, Tacos A La King. Served the best tacos in town.
We were sitting, sipping our drinks, and things got ... silly.
My hand slid across CC's belly to get my wallet. She sucked her belly and giggled. I looked at her and laughed. Then I slid my hand over her belly again, but under her shirt. I let my fingertips linger as I tickled her belly and slipped my fingertip in her belly button. Her belly stiffened and she wriggled away, laughing.
"You're ticklish! aren't you?" I teased. Her face flushed as she tried to control her laughter.
CC slid away from me and started to tell me her story.
"I grew up in a home for orphans in Richter, Oregon. It was run by Mrs. Minkus. She and her "friend" ran the home. They made sure we went to school, ate fairly well, and were polite to grown ups. There was one thing about Mrs. Minkus and her lady friend. At night, after lights out, we could hear giggles and laughing, hard laughing. Then we could hear Mrs. Minkus's partner pleading playfully for her to stop. We heard the giggling and then pleading every night.
We all knew that both were playing at something, but we didn't know what it was. So one night a couple of us girls quietly walked down to Mrs. Minkus's room. the door was open enough to look in, but not get caught.
We saw Mrs. Minkus laying on top of her lady friend, Myra and tickling her ribs and hips with wild abandon. We never heard Mrs. Minkus laughing, so we presumed she wasn't ticklish. We were right.
Mrs. Minkus had Myra tied to the bed naked and was tickling her ribs, hips, and her inner thighs.
We kept quiet about what we had seen. Then one night, when I was about 17, Myra had come into our room. She had this look in her eye, you know.. that mischievous, devilish look. We all slid under the covers and pretended to be sleeping. Myra walked about the room, up and down until she stopped at my bed.
She slipped her hand under the covers and found her way to my sides and began knead and tickling them.
I began squirming and giggling as she kept tickling me.
I looked up and started to plead for her to stop when she put her hand over my mouth. Myra pulled me out of my bed and into a small room with a chair and what looked like stocks for your feet. There were two hand cuffs hanging down from a mental bar. She slipped off my slippers and locked my bare feet in her stocks. Then Myra tied my arms up over my head. She rolled up my pajama top to expose my ribs and sides.
"Let's how ticklish you are!" she teased. Then I felt her fingertips stroking my ribs lightly enough to tickle. I sucked in my breath and tried not to laugh or giggle, but her tickling was more than teasing. She was an expert at getting out the right kind of laugh and I was was her victim.
"Please... PL-PLEASE DON'T!" I squealed as she began tickling then bottoms of my bare feet with her nails. My body began shaking as laughter began welling up from then pit of my belly. Finally, I burst out laughing, giggling, and trying to pull my ticklish feet away from her. Myra tickled my feet with anything she could use ... Brush, feathers, her fingertips. anything. This went on very night until I aged out of the system.
When I finely left the orphanage, I was determined to keep my ticklishness a secret. No one had tickled me until now."
I listened and looked at CC for a long time.
My tickles would be playful, not harsh. They would be pleasurable. And I would stop when you say no more. Just think about it I pleaded until CC gave in.
End Part 1
Part 2 - "CC's Tickle Agreement
After that lunch, I set up a room just for tickling. I had stocks, a chair where I could sit CC in and lock her pretty bare feet. Baskets of brushes, feathers and feather dusters. All my tickle toys at the ready.
I brought CC in to let her look around the room. "We have to have some rules about his!" CC blurted out nervously. "I agree." I said.
So we agreed that CC could choose a safe word to use when she wanted me to stop. We agreed upon "Tacos!" It sounded silly, but it was also something to catch my attention, especially if then tickling got intense. "If I don't want to tickled at all, You are not to cajole me, trick me, plead with me to let you tickle me. Lastly, if I get aroused from being tickled, I will tell you stop or let you keep tickling me if I want you to keep going to make orgasmic." "I agree and I will honor all your requests. You say when;'
you say how long, and you say "please tickle me some more."
As we looked around the room, I could see that CC was getting more comfortable with the idea and getting curious about some of my tickle toys.
"Would you like me to show you all my tickle toys and ... maybe try them out?" I asked. CC looked a little nervous, but agreed. "You may show me your toys and try them out along my legs. I am pretty ticklish there. " CC was wearing sheer nylons and didn't realize how much more ticklish the nylons would make her.
CC sat down on the couch and laid out on her back. "OK if I take off your shoes and test my tickle toys on your feet?" I had an idea of how ticklish her feet were and wanted to find out for myself.
CC nodded. "O-OK". "I am going to take small feather from my basket and stroke your belly and then bottom of your feet. I would like to make an opening in your nylons to pull my feather between your toes. Sound good to you?" I asked. CC nodded. "Yes .. It's OK."
I exposed her belly and took out a feather from the basket and stroke from right to left across her belly. CC giggled as she felt the feather brush her skin. "OK to go on?" I asked. CC nodded. I swirled the feather down her lower ribs and sides. CC began squirming and giggling as I drew the feather over her skin.
"Well now!" I exclaim. "You are quite ticklish! My I continue?" CC got her composure back and allowed me to run my fingertips over her ribs and gently knead them. She dissolved in ticklish laughter, squirming, but not asking me to stop. I took a soft brush and swirled it along her arches. Her toes widen as she tensed her foot and laughed.
"Do you want me to stop or keep tickling you?" I asked. CC looked at me, then whispered between giggles "Keep tickling me! I like feeling ticklish!"
I tickled along her legs, under her knees, in between her toes and over her belly and ribs. She shrieked , laughed hysterically, and squirmed wildly as I kept tickling her.
Finally we agreed to stop as CC was wet with sweat, her hair was matted against her scalp and she was very wet intimately and close to having a ticklish orgasm.
Part 3 - We Go Further
We were sitting, sipping our drinks, and things got ... silly.
My hand slid across CC's belly to get my wallet. She sucked her belly and giggled. I looked at her and laughed. Then I slid my hand over her belly again, but under her shirt. I let my fingertips linger as I tickled her belly and slipped my fingertip in her belly button. Her belly stiffened and she wriggled away, laughing.
"You're ticklish! aren't you?" I teased. Her face flushed as she tried to control her laughter.
CC slid away from me and started to tell me her story.
"I grew up in a home for orphans in Richter, Oregon. It was run by Mrs. Minkus. She and her "friend" ran the home. They made sure we went to school, ate fairly well, and were polite to grown ups. There was one thing about Mrs. Minkus and her lady friend. At night, after lights out, we could hear giggles and laughing, hard laughing. Then we could hear Mrs. Minkus's partner pleading playfully for her to stop. We heard the giggling and then pleading every night.
We all knew that both were playing at something, but we didn't know what it was. So one night a couple of us girls quietly walked down to Mrs. Minkus's room. the door was open enough to look in, but not get caught.
We saw Mrs. Minkus laying on top of her lady friend, Myra and tickling her ribs and hips with wild abandon. We never heard Mrs. Minkus laughing, so we presumed she wasn't ticklish. We were right.
Mrs. Minkus had Myra tied to the bed naked and was tickling her ribs, hips, and her inner thighs.
We kept quiet about what we had seen. Then one night, when I was about 17, Myra had come into our room. She had this look in her eye, you know.. that mischievous, devilish look. We all slid under the covers and pretended to be sleeping. Myra walked about the room, up and down until she stopped at my bed.
She slipped her hand under the covers and found her way to my sides and began knead and tickling them.
I began squirming and giggling as she kept tickling me.
I looked up and started to plead for her to stop when she put her hand over my mouth. Myra pulled me out of my bed and into a small room with a chair and what looked like stocks for your feet. There were two hand cuffs hanging down from a mental bar. She slipped off my slippers and locked my bare feet in her stocks. Then Myra tied my arms up over my head. She rolled up my pajama top to expose my ribs and sides.
"Let's how ticklish you are!" she teased. Then I felt her fingertips stroking my ribs lightly enough to tickle. I sucked in my breath and tried not to laugh or giggle, but her tickling was more than teasing. She was an expert at getting out the right kind of laugh and I was was her victim.
"Please... PL-PLEASE DON'T!" I squealed as she began tickling then bottoms of my bare feet with her nails. My body began shaking as laughter began welling up from then pit of my belly. Finally, I burst out laughing, giggling, and trying to pull my ticklish feet away from her. Myra tickled my feet with anything she could use ... Brush, feathers, her fingertips. anything. This went on very night until I aged out of the system.
When I finely left the orphanage, I was determined to keep my ticklishness a secret. No one had tickled me until now."
I listened and looked at CC for a long time.
My tickles would be playful, not harsh. They would be pleasurable. And I would stop when you say no more. Just think about it I pleaded until CC gave in.
End Part 1
Part 2 - "CC's Tickle Agreement
After that lunch, I set up a room just for tickling. I had stocks, a chair where I could sit CC in and lock her pretty bare feet. Baskets of brushes, feathers and feather dusters. All my tickle toys at the ready.
I brought CC in to let her look around the room. "We have to have some rules about his!" CC blurted out nervously. "I agree." I said.
So we agreed that CC could choose a safe word to use when she wanted me to stop. We agreed upon "Tacos!" It sounded silly, but it was also something to catch my attention, especially if then tickling got intense. "If I don't want to tickled at all, You are not to cajole me, trick me, plead with me to let you tickle me. Lastly, if I get aroused from being tickled, I will tell you stop or let you keep tickling me if I want you to keep going to make orgasmic." "I agree and I will honor all your requests. You say when;'
you say how long, and you say "please tickle me some more."
As we looked around the room, I could see that CC was getting more comfortable with the idea and getting curious about some of my tickle toys.
"Would you like me to show you all my tickle toys and ... maybe try them out?" I asked. CC looked a little nervous, but agreed. "You may show me your toys and try them out along my legs. I am pretty ticklish there. " CC was wearing sheer nylons and didn't realize how much more ticklish the nylons would make her.
CC sat down on the couch and laid out on her back. "OK if I take off your shoes and test my tickle toys on your feet?" I had an idea of how ticklish her feet were and wanted to find out for myself.
CC nodded. "O-OK". "I am going to take small feather from my basket and stroke your belly and then bottom of your feet. I would like to make an opening in your nylons to pull my feather between your toes. Sound good to you?" I asked. CC nodded. "Yes .. It's OK."
I exposed her belly and took out a feather from the basket and stroke from right to left across her belly. CC giggled as she felt the feather brush her skin. "OK to go on?" I asked. CC nodded. I swirled the feather down her lower ribs and sides. CC began squirming and giggling as I drew the feather over her skin.
"Well now!" I exclaim. "You are quite ticklish! My I continue?" CC got her composure back and allowed me to run my fingertips over her ribs and gently knead them. She dissolved in ticklish laughter, squirming, but not asking me to stop. I took a soft brush and swirled it along her arches. Her toes widen as she tensed her foot and laughed.
"Do you want me to stop or keep tickling you?" I asked. CC looked at me, then whispered between giggles "Keep tickling me! I like feeling ticklish!"
I tickled along her legs, under her knees, in between her toes and over her belly and ribs. She shrieked , laughed hysterically, and squirmed wildly as I kept tickling her.
Finally we agreed to stop as CC was wet with sweat, her hair was matted against her scalp and she was very wet intimately and close to having a ticklish orgasm.
Part 3 - We Go Further
