silenttickles
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Note: all characters in this story are 18 or over.
Safe from the outside view and in the privacy of her basement bedroom, a woman picked up a naked tootsie.
Studied it, blew on it, carressed it
Then she softly spoke:
"Noone knows about these toes
Or their wiggly lil woes
Noone hears your needing help
When Nana's ballgag stifles your yelp
But we don't mind our private affair, do we?
Your joyful playtimes just with me
So cheer up baby, giggle in abandon
Your my main course, time to dig in..."
And the woman's long fingers went everywhere over the captured girl's soles.
Young Fatima, a valedictorian candidate for her high school and proud indian tennis player bobbed and fought her bonds. She was in too secure of bondage, and only drew the fondness of her kidnappers touch. Noone but the tickler heard her laughter, and noone else saw the teenager's blunt disapproval of the woman's unwelcome finger dance.
The woman was a tall blonde in her early forties. She wore a sapphire shirt, yoga pants and some flip flops.
The captive was sitting with her legs spread wide before her on a plush blue bed. Her arms pointed skyhigh, wrists snagged in leather cuffs that were tied off to a d ring in the ceiling. Her feet were bare and stuck for her captor's teases. They sat alluringly at the edge of the bed. one foot was in the mistress' hand. the object of her love poem to the girl.
At first touch the girls sensory pads came alive for the kidnapper, waving rapidly and spaying their toes in a frenzied displayed of tickle apprehension and wild sensitivity at the poems termination.
So what did our motherly figure do?
She traced the girls leather cuffs thoughtfully and asked
"Did your momma ever get you this good? You're quite the giggler.
I hope she did- your giggles are pure bliss "
"Oh tickle tickle!" She was back to playing
Her devilish digits danced and drummed the taut ticklish titterer, she embraced every jump and jitter with teasy love and affection.
"Yesterday was time for serious student Fatima. Today lets see that playful lil girl Fatima."
The girl was robbed of argument by a yellow ballgag. And could only stare back. And her muffled laughs entertained Margaret to no end.
The woman hugged her close and whispered in her ear.
"Let me be your owner, submit to me and I'll be the best mommy, teacher, lover all in one you ever had"
Terrified the girl's eyes grew wide. Being a studious and sporty girl, the 5'7" indian girl had never even considered women as lovers- let alone reverting back to childhood. she imagined herself being stuck in a crib while the woman fed her apple sauce and cringed.
The tickles stopped for a bit.The mischevious woman twice her age revelled in her speechlessness and left a big wet kiss on the teen's cheek.
She looked down studying her Indian high school beauty. Searching her hazel eyes for weakness before firmly grabbing her slave's hair to direct the girls shocked eyes at her big blue ones.
Margaret knew she had Fatima, no matter the IQ gap between the two. It wasn't through trickery or prose that she'd break the high schooler down. Her captive's resolve would be weakened by the sweet tickles and tingly caresses. Margaret planned to bring this girl down in tickle land til she couldn't help but say yes to whatever absurdity escaped her lips to tease the girl.
"I'll be a good owner I promise, ticklee"
A pinch on her thigh made her jump.
"Why not just agree to be all mine?"
The girl stared at her with as dead eyes as she could make them, then looked away.
"Oh *chuckle* what a stubborn lil princess."
"You're in sooooo much trouble"
She rolled up the immobile Indian's shirt, and unbuttoned her jeans. The girl started muffling protest.
"Nope I don't wanna hear it."
Leaning forward she nipped the girls exposed tummy and left a small hickie.
"Heee. You're a tasty one"
The girl kept grunting and disapproving. She leaned in and let her tongue swirl around the teen's belly button. Her hands started different tickle attacks on the girl. One pinching and feeling up her thighs, knees and side. The other lightly tickling her tailbone and underarms.
Now Fatima was strong, but she was also ticklish, and as much as she hated this woman, her captor's trained touch was evoking at first spastic light bursts of groans and then full bellied guffaws and snorts.
The woman stopped just slurping the teen's navel and started licking the full length of her abs.
Mmmmm mmm mmmmm she hummed
Her tongue swishing side to side on this hike up the girl's tummy.
Fatima now shrieked with laughter. The woman found her weak spots and exploited them to her full ticklishness.
"Hahaha" the woman laughed gleefully at her de facto tickle toy and hugged her deeply, burying her face in the teen's quaking chest. Fatima found herself going berserk, red faced and tear eyed. Hollering into that ballgag and totally egging on her sadistic tickler. Taking Fatima to that level was something special the woman knowingly took advantage of.
Margaret continued leaning in, but let her hands walk down the girl's legs to her cherished feet again. The brief intermission allowed Fatima to regain alittle composure but not much.
When the woman's long fingers started raking up and down her soles gently the teen started her seated dance again.
Margaret was pawing the teens scrunching and flopping footsies, eliciting muffled laughter from our adventurer's mouth. She let one hand worm it's index finger along the soft concave slope of the girls right arch. This made the girl try to kick her away, unsuccessfully of course.
"Gotcha" the woman cackled.
Her other hand continuing to just lightly drag it's nails in a sine curve path along the other sole. Up then down then down then up.
It was with this two part harmony that the girl's resistance became a passed fancy.
"Tickle tickle tickle?" The woman asked her.
Confused she shook her head no
""Tickle tickle tickle" she argued back to the girl- blowing a rhasberry in her stretched tummy.
"Oh my goodness you're so precious" Margaret mused, tugging the girl's toes with one hand and spidering her other heel with the partner.
"You're the best thing to come into mommas life and momma is so thankful, lil lover"
Fatima just giggled away unable to really show disapproval in her reduced state. The rest of the room had dimmed and mostly the woman's unpredictable playing with her feet became part of her conscious.
Margaret got her for 3 more minutes making her dominance known in the teen then slowed down the tickles. Until she was just flicking the girls tummy occasionally and drawing slowly in her underarms.
"Does the little kid want a new mommy?" She suggested.
The girl shook her head no, albeit lost in tickle fog.
" you really are a glutton for punishment aren't ya baby?"
Eyes wide and hair cascading left and right the teen begged and pleaded through the gag as her mistress took her to high levels of tickling again.
"Awwww poor little Fatima sitting in a tree g I gg l I n g.
First came a mommy, then came her rope, then came a baby kidnapped without hope"
She sat behind the girl, Indian crossing her strong legs around the girls bare tummy. Her hands did a crazy tickle dance all over the girl, that had her in fits.
"Looks like I got you on tenterhooks, didnt I babygirl?"
But her victim was only half there, mindlessly whooping and staring out in the distance tear eyed and pink faced.
Slowing down again the woman grabbed the girls chest bringing her close to her embrace. She pressed her own cheek against the Indian girls and nuzzled her a bit. Panting in exhaustion the girl didnt fight. But steadily she was unnerved as the woman started swaying with her.
Softly she hummed a nursery rhyme to the girl. "Maybe baybaygurl reconsidered? She looks like she needs some lovin"
Scared out of her mind the totally weak and exhausted teen still shook her head no.
"Oh of courssee she does." The woman snuggled up and ignored her baby's head shake.
"Here's a little present from momma."
She secured a collar round her neck and tugged it a bit. It said "baby Fatima" on it.
"Awwwww such a cute lil girl. Don't worry your pretty head. Let mommy take care of baby."
She pinched the girls side making her grunt. But then she snipped off the girls shirt and bra.
"Still think you're not my little girl, sweet lil baby?"
The girl nearly broke down and cried, nodding.
"Poor pooooooor baby" she cooed, catching the girls nipples between her curious fingers. The touch sent electric pulses through the girl's body."
"Getting caught by momma and having nowhere to run from mommas tickles and teases. That's terrible."
She smooshed the girl's chest together, then nibbled on her ear.
"These aren't ticklish are they?" She whispered, circling the teen's nipples.
The girl shook her head no and started squirming.
Oh of course they aren't. She flicked the nipples making them harden and stand to attention.
"You'll have nothing to worry about then."
Her fingers teased all over the teens breasts and the young girl nearly lost it.
"Poor poooor babyyyy
Maybe if you would have listened to mommy I could stop driving you nuts.
Too bad you aren't mommas lil girl. There's nothing I can do, silly baby."
The girl tried to get her to stop, changed her expressions and tried to get the woman's attention. But she was too enamored with the girls lovely nipples.
"Oh the youth of today", she chuckled.
She tickled them and the girl became her lil giggler again.
"Too bad you aren't my lil girlfriend babygirl. No mercy here. Only tickles for the badddd girl!"
"Bad bad girl not being good for her momma."
"Tickle your boobies. Tika tika tika. All mine. Give yourself up to mommy kiddo."
"Stop fighting your tickles. Accept that I own you and your my giggly lil child "
"Does princess accept?"
The girl gulped, nodded weakly and her owner dug deeper.
"Oh really? Is she sure?"
The girl paused and rolled her eyes then nodded again.
"Ohoho you lil trouble maker. I'm gonna gitchie you so good. Can't even say yes right! My goodness."
Shocked the girl panicked and started screaming. Her mommy just blindfolded her tho and changed her bondage position.
"Bad girls get spanked you know."
She was tied spread eagle facedown on a bed and she was totally naked except for collar and leather restraints.
"Oh dear I got you so good. Gonna spank that bottom bright bright red!"
As she looked forward unable to see the aggressor she almost staryed to cry. The woman let her hands massage the girl's bottom in a territorial display. Fatima's long raven hair was pulled. But a funny thing happened.
Her feet were tickled instead.
"I'm just playing lil girl. Mommy would never hurt her darling lil baby. She's much too precious.
Tickle tickle tickle."
She sang her song again, her naked captive bouncing on the bed for her.
Noone knows about these toes
Or their wiggly lil woes
Noone hears your needing help
When Nana's ballgag stifles your yelp
But we don't mind out private affair, do we?
Your joyful playtimes just with me
So cheer up baby, giggle in abandon
Your my main course, time to dig in 🙂
At the close she tickled the girl so hard she nearly passed out. Her milk chocolate skin flush with alil embarrassment mixed with teasy time. Her jaw dropped but unable to call for help.
Snatched from life for the whims of an impossibly affectionate woman. Craving her lil girl more and more by the minute.
An unwilling pet. A hapless naked princess ticklee for her teacher, mommy, and lover in one.
Ticka ticka ticka!!!!!
Safe from the outside view and in the privacy of her basement bedroom, a woman picked up a naked tootsie.
Studied it, blew on it, carressed it
Then she softly spoke:
"Noone knows about these toes
Or their wiggly lil woes
Noone hears your needing help
When Nana's ballgag stifles your yelp
But we don't mind our private affair, do we?
Your joyful playtimes just with me
So cheer up baby, giggle in abandon
Your my main course, time to dig in..."
And the woman's long fingers went everywhere over the captured girl's soles.
Young Fatima, a valedictorian candidate for her high school and proud indian tennis player bobbed and fought her bonds. She was in too secure of bondage, and only drew the fondness of her kidnappers touch. Noone but the tickler heard her laughter, and noone else saw the teenager's blunt disapproval of the woman's unwelcome finger dance.
The woman was a tall blonde in her early forties. She wore a sapphire shirt, yoga pants and some flip flops.
The captive was sitting with her legs spread wide before her on a plush blue bed. Her arms pointed skyhigh, wrists snagged in leather cuffs that were tied off to a d ring in the ceiling. Her feet were bare and stuck for her captor's teases. They sat alluringly at the edge of the bed. one foot was in the mistress' hand. the object of her love poem to the girl.
At first touch the girls sensory pads came alive for the kidnapper, waving rapidly and spaying their toes in a frenzied displayed of tickle apprehension and wild sensitivity at the poems termination.
So what did our motherly figure do?
She traced the girls leather cuffs thoughtfully and asked
"Did your momma ever get you this good? You're quite the giggler.
I hope she did- your giggles are pure bliss "
"Oh tickle tickle!" She was back to playing
Her devilish digits danced and drummed the taut ticklish titterer, she embraced every jump and jitter with teasy love and affection.
"Yesterday was time for serious student Fatima. Today lets see that playful lil girl Fatima."
The girl was robbed of argument by a yellow ballgag. And could only stare back. And her muffled laughs entertained Margaret to no end.
The woman hugged her close and whispered in her ear.
"Let me be your owner, submit to me and I'll be the best mommy, teacher, lover all in one you ever had"
Terrified the girl's eyes grew wide. Being a studious and sporty girl, the 5'7" indian girl had never even considered women as lovers- let alone reverting back to childhood. she imagined herself being stuck in a crib while the woman fed her apple sauce and cringed.
The tickles stopped for a bit.The mischevious woman twice her age revelled in her speechlessness and left a big wet kiss on the teen's cheek.
She looked down studying her Indian high school beauty. Searching her hazel eyes for weakness before firmly grabbing her slave's hair to direct the girls shocked eyes at her big blue ones.
Margaret knew she had Fatima, no matter the IQ gap between the two. It wasn't through trickery or prose that she'd break the high schooler down. Her captive's resolve would be weakened by the sweet tickles and tingly caresses. Margaret planned to bring this girl down in tickle land til she couldn't help but say yes to whatever absurdity escaped her lips to tease the girl.
"I'll be a good owner I promise, ticklee"
A pinch on her thigh made her jump.
"Why not just agree to be all mine?"
The girl stared at her with as dead eyes as she could make them, then looked away.
"Oh *chuckle* what a stubborn lil princess."
"You're in sooooo much trouble"
She rolled up the immobile Indian's shirt, and unbuttoned her jeans. The girl started muffling protest.
"Nope I don't wanna hear it."
Leaning forward she nipped the girls exposed tummy and left a small hickie.
"Heee. You're a tasty one"
The girl kept grunting and disapproving. She leaned in and let her tongue swirl around the teen's belly button. Her hands started different tickle attacks on the girl. One pinching and feeling up her thighs, knees and side. The other lightly tickling her tailbone and underarms.
Now Fatima was strong, but she was also ticklish, and as much as she hated this woman, her captor's trained touch was evoking at first spastic light bursts of groans and then full bellied guffaws and snorts.
The woman stopped just slurping the teen's navel and started licking the full length of her abs.
Mmmmm mmm mmmmm she hummed
Her tongue swishing side to side on this hike up the girl's tummy.
Fatima now shrieked with laughter. The woman found her weak spots and exploited them to her full ticklishness.
"Hahaha" the woman laughed gleefully at her de facto tickle toy and hugged her deeply, burying her face in the teen's quaking chest. Fatima found herself going berserk, red faced and tear eyed. Hollering into that ballgag and totally egging on her sadistic tickler. Taking Fatima to that level was something special the woman knowingly took advantage of.
Margaret continued leaning in, but let her hands walk down the girl's legs to her cherished feet again. The brief intermission allowed Fatima to regain alittle composure but not much.
When the woman's long fingers started raking up and down her soles gently the teen started her seated dance again.
Margaret was pawing the teens scrunching and flopping footsies, eliciting muffled laughter from our adventurer's mouth. She let one hand worm it's index finger along the soft concave slope of the girls right arch. This made the girl try to kick her away, unsuccessfully of course.
"Gotcha" the woman cackled.
Her other hand continuing to just lightly drag it's nails in a sine curve path along the other sole. Up then down then down then up.
It was with this two part harmony that the girl's resistance became a passed fancy.
"Tickle tickle tickle?" The woman asked her.
Confused she shook her head no
""Tickle tickle tickle" she argued back to the girl- blowing a rhasberry in her stretched tummy.
"Oh my goodness you're so precious" Margaret mused, tugging the girl's toes with one hand and spidering her other heel with the partner.
"You're the best thing to come into mommas life and momma is so thankful, lil lover"
Fatima just giggled away unable to really show disapproval in her reduced state. The rest of the room had dimmed and mostly the woman's unpredictable playing with her feet became part of her conscious.
Margaret got her for 3 more minutes making her dominance known in the teen then slowed down the tickles. Until she was just flicking the girls tummy occasionally and drawing slowly in her underarms.
"Does the little kid want a new mommy?" She suggested.
The girl shook her head no, albeit lost in tickle fog.
" you really are a glutton for punishment aren't ya baby?"
Eyes wide and hair cascading left and right the teen begged and pleaded through the gag as her mistress took her to high levels of tickling again.
"Awwww poor little Fatima sitting in a tree g I gg l I n g.
First came a mommy, then came her rope, then came a baby kidnapped without hope"
She sat behind the girl, Indian crossing her strong legs around the girls bare tummy. Her hands did a crazy tickle dance all over the girl, that had her in fits.
"Looks like I got you on tenterhooks, didnt I babygirl?"
But her victim was only half there, mindlessly whooping and staring out in the distance tear eyed and pink faced.
Slowing down again the woman grabbed the girls chest bringing her close to her embrace. She pressed her own cheek against the Indian girls and nuzzled her a bit. Panting in exhaustion the girl didnt fight. But steadily she was unnerved as the woman started swaying with her.
Softly she hummed a nursery rhyme to the girl. "Maybe baybaygurl reconsidered? She looks like she needs some lovin"
Scared out of her mind the totally weak and exhausted teen still shook her head no.
"Oh of courssee she does." The woman snuggled up and ignored her baby's head shake.
"Here's a little present from momma."
She secured a collar round her neck and tugged it a bit. It said "baby Fatima" on it.
"Awwwww such a cute lil girl. Don't worry your pretty head. Let mommy take care of baby."
She pinched the girls side making her grunt. But then she snipped off the girls shirt and bra.
"Still think you're not my little girl, sweet lil baby?"
The girl nearly broke down and cried, nodding.
"Poor pooooooor baby" she cooed, catching the girls nipples between her curious fingers. The touch sent electric pulses through the girl's body."
"Getting caught by momma and having nowhere to run from mommas tickles and teases. That's terrible."
She smooshed the girl's chest together, then nibbled on her ear.
"These aren't ticklish are they?" She whispered, circling the teen's nipples.
The girl shook her head no and started squirming.
Oh of course they aren't. She flicked the nipples making them harden and stand to attention.
"You'll have nothing to worry about then."
Her fingers teased all over the teens breasts and the young girl nearly lost it.
"Poor poooor babyyyy
Maybe if you would have listened to mommy I could stop driving you nuts.
Too bad you aren't mommas lil girl. There's nothing I can do, silly baby."
The girl tried to get her to stop, changed her expressions and tried to get the woman's attention. But she was too enamored with the girls lovely nipples.
"Oh the youth of today", she chuckled.
She tickled them and the girl became her lil giggler again.
"Too bad you aren't my lil girlfriend babygirl. No mercy here. Only tickles for the badddd girl!"
"Bad bad girl not being good for her momma."
"Tickle your boobies. Tika tika tika. All mine. Give yourself up to mommy kiddo."
"Stop fighting your tickles. Accept that I own you and your my giggly lil child "
"Does princess accept?"
The girl gulped, nodded weakly and her owner dug deeper.
"Oh really? Is she sure?"
The girl paused and rolled her eyes then nodded again.
"Ohoho you lil trouble maker. I'm gonna gitchie you so good. Can't even say yes right! My goodness."
Shocked the girl panicked and started screaming. Her mommy just blindfolded her tho and changed her bondage position.
"Bad girls get spanked you know."
She was tied spread eagle facedown on a bed and she was totally naked except for collar and leather restraints.
"Oh dear I got you so good. Gonna spank that bottom bright bright red!"
As she looked forward unable to see the aggressor she almost staryed to cry. The woman let her hands massage the girl's bottom in a territorial display. Fatima's long raven hair was pulled. But a funny thing happened.
Her feet were tickled instead.
"I'm just playing lil girl. Mommy would never hurt her darling lil baby. She's much too precious.
Tickle tickle tickle."
She sang her song again, her naked captive bouncing on the bed for her.
Noone knows about these toes
Or their wiggly lil woes
Noone hears your needing help
When Nana's ballgag stifles your yelp
But we don't mind out private affair, do we?
Your joyful playtimes just with me
So cheer up baby, giggle in abandon
Your my main course, time to dig in 🙂
At the close she tickled the girl so hard she nearly passed out. Her milk chocolate skin flush with alil embarrassment mixed with teasy time. Her jaw dropped but unable to call for help.
Snatched from life for the whims of an impossibly affectionate woman. Craving her lil girl more and more by the minute.
An unwilling pet. A hapless naked princess ticklee for her teacher, mommy, and lover in one.
Ticka ticka ticka!!!!!
