Paint Brushes?

[Ghostwriter727]

It was raining outside, and naturally we weren't really planning on doing anything for the time being.
We were bored, and flipping aimlessly thru tv channels that all seemed to be less than interesting.

Maybe bored was an exaggeration because any time spent hanging out with Kaye was time well spent in my opinion.
She had these paint brushes on her dresser. For what I really couldn't tell you. Neither of us were really artistic, or crafty.

I found a small one with a fine, and crisp tip to it.
I used it to draw circles around her shoulder, then down her forearms to the palms of her hands.
She quickly closed her palms and scratched the ticklish itch.

I was amused by how effectively it made her twitch, and become just a little unhinged.
What could I do but try a different one.😜
This time I used a thicker more of a feathery broad stroking brush, and started teasing it over her knees

She stayed stoic, and didn't flinch although I could see her smirking quite alot; indicating that maybe she was enjoying this a little.
I softened my strokes, as the brush whisked down towards her thighs and she slapped at the brush, and tried to play off that it was clearly getting to her more now.😜

I teasingly asked her if everything was ok, and she just pretended to ignore me, and acted indifferent.
I brushed a little lower at her calves, and around to the shins of her leg. She commented that; "it actually felt good around there"; so I lingered there for a few minutes.

She seemed to go into a trance as I brushed around her lower legs and started to breath deeper.
I was glad to give her a few minutes of deeper relaxation, but you probably know already what my proper end goal to this little brush stroke game was...

I was inches away from Kaye's pretty, tiny, twinkly feet, and toes. She probably knew where I was heading as well. My strokes became closer and closer to her ankles which was when she flinched big time, and teased that was enough for today.

She rolled over and acted like she was going to go to sleep. Classic move I thought, but she's not ending the game that easily.

I brushed behind her knees and she grabbed the brush away from me as well as giggled as she repeated. "I said that's enough", and watched whatever was on the tv screen.

Her protests were very coy, and even a little provocative so I was still determined to reach the desired location.
So I got the smaller brush that I started with, and sat on her legs trapping her feet at the end of the bed.

She knew what was coming.
Honestly she was plenty tough enough to escape the predicament, but even as she wiggled her feet, and tried to pull away; the effort was overall pretty weak, and theatrical.

As the thin brush stroked in between her toes; I could hear her stammering and trying not to laugh.
The small brush didn't do much tickling for how small it was, and Kaye slapped my back a few times, but didn't laugh very much.

Until I turned the brush around and began to poke the pointed brush handle against her quivering arches, and heels. The back slaps became harder, as her giggles became louder. She tried to kick but I had her legs at a disadvantage for now.

I scraped the pointed handle up and down her pretty arches, and across her spread, and flowering toes as she grabbed at my arm and did everything she could to get the brush out of my hand.

Her feistiness paid off as she finally snatched the second brush from my hand, but I still had her legs trapped, and I still had all ten fingers ready to play as well.

She erupted into the best laughter I had ever heard as I tickled her even more with all of my fingers and she couldn't get away.
Her feet were completely exposed, and all that she could do besides laugh herself to oblivion at this point was to wrestle her way out of this ticklish mess that she was in.

Looking back on this memory it was a pretty great way to spend a rain bound day at home.
Tickling, laughter, playtime, and little improvised tickle brushes to make things interesting.

And there's more to the story.
Don't feel too bad for Kaye being trapped at the moment because she always had a very dramatic way of ending these sessions.
Does anyone sense that revenge is coming?

I'll tell you about it later.
Hope you're having a good weekend.👌

 

[Ghostwriter727]

Here we go again;

Kaye had probably laughed herself to tears, and after recently having had a pedicure which made her gorgeous feet even more smooth, and sensitive than normal I had thoroughly enjoyed every second of playing paintbrush, and tickle games on her perfectly painted barefeet.

She was a great sport for having let me have a great session that day playing with her feet, but she was going to have her fun as well.

She told me to lay back and relax while she made yet another one of my fancy dreams come true, and she got a curtain tie and started to tie up each of my wrists to the post of the bed.

I was surprised as she had never tried this sort of tactic before, but I was certainly not complaining much. She straddled my waist after she finished restraining me and asked me how it felt.

I wasn't sure whether to be thrilled at the prospect of being this vulnerable, or uncertain about what exactly she was planning here, but she was going to have her way now regardless of my feelings.😜

She started to kiss me and tickled my ribs, and armpits very lightly. i tried to keep a straight face, but her soft fingers, and probing nails were just too much.

She sat up straight and traced for hands and fingers up and down my bare chest, and tummy and teased my waist subtly, and that was all that it took.
I was giggling, and losing control little by little as she proudly looked down as her tickling fingers made me a squirming, bucking, and helpless person.

At first her tickles were subtle, and calculated but as she found every weakness, and sensitive place on my entire upper body the scratches, and squeezes became more effective and my laughs became manic and hysterical.

My arms hung helplessly restrained as she continued to have her turn at making me her ticklish, and vulnerable mess of a victim, but it was by far the greatest feeling of losing control I had ever felt.

Her fingers and nails traveled a hundred miles over me from head to feet that day and she enjoyed every second of having such power, and emotional dominance over me.

She had turned the tables now, but I don't think either of us were complaining.😜
Neither of us really kept track of how long this particular session had lasted, but it really didn't matter.

We played that day, and of course after all of the laugh, snorts, giggles, and wrestling was done we made the most intimate love that we probably had ever made. She certainly proved that she was more than capable of having a ticklish good time, and satisfying me in more ways than one.

We probably snuggled, showered, and went back to watching the tv screen, but it was the first of many sessions, tickle fights, and power struggles that we would compete over.

Maybe compete is the wrong word.
We both enjoyed the laughs, the table turns, the funny reactions, and the loss of breath when we played.
Nobody won. Nobody lost.
We both kissed, and agreed that we should do this again.

I'm happy to report that we certainly have, and we will again.😉
Hope you enjoyed our little tussle.
Cheers until next time.☕