Years ago I worked at a place that manufactured surge protectors. I worked in the warehouse and they had the production crew. Part of that crew was Staci.
Staci was the type of woman I always wound up with, about 60 pounds overweight but had a cute face with big brown eyes and big 80s type hair. We became friends and used to tease other on occasion. one time in fact I snuck up behind her and put my hands on her side and yelled BOO! The reaction showed that she was very ticklish and I would have loved to tie up this girl and tickle the living hell out of her. This was a problem though as Staci was married albeit not happily and had three children.
One day we were on a break shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday and Staci and I were talking as sometimes she would sit at my table and say hello to me and we ate and we chatted. I decided to ask her if she was all ready for Christmas.
"No way" she said there's a lot of stuff my children want and I just can't afford it. my husband won't get a job and you know how "well" this place pays"
"What kind of stuff do they want?" I asked.
"The big thing is a new X Box" she said. "I would love to give it to them but with my husband out of work and refusing to get a job we have to go through the welfare program at church just to put food on the table."
"I'm sorry Stace"
No, it's MY fault. months ago you said you were willing to go out with me despite the way I look and despite the fact that I had three children." I was excited and thought a lot about you when we were separated. But I listened to him and I took him back for the sake of the children."
"You did what you had to do"
Staci smiled "You really are a good friend and a great guy."
Well, you may not think so because I have extra money and being single I have very few people to buy presents for and I am sure I have enough money to purchase that X Box."
"No way. I can't take charity but that's awfully sweet of you but I can't ccept it."
Staci, it's not charity.
"
Staci stared at me with a puzzled look.
"oh, you're going to have to earn the money" I said. "I have a proposition for you but I can't tell you here too many eyes and ears. When you get a moment sneak back into the warehouse and I'll tell you the proposition."
About an hour after lunch Staci snuck back and we found a corner in the back where our supervisors won't catch us. I had to make this quick. "I want to warn you, that while there is no sex or anything like that involved this proposition is indecent and I know you're a church going woman but I have this fantasy about kidnapping a woman and tying her up for about two hours and all you have to do is be held hostage and you'll earn the X box."
Staci was stunned and it looked like she was going to smack me and end the friendship. "No way in HELL" she simply said.
I smiled and said no problem but she replied that she was going to forget I ever said anything and that we would still be friends. I appreciated that.
A week later I had thought my fantasy was dead in the water when she handed me a note that simply said "Two hours and no sex, right?" I nodded yes towards her.
Two days later she told me she wanted to talk back in the warehouse. She said that she would have a friend wait by the phone with your address and if I didn't call within two hours she would call the police.. Also she wouldn't wear any dresses or anything like that. I told her what she had on (shorts and a sleeveless shirt after all it was Florida) and some comfortable sandals would be fine. I warned her she would be lying down in a semi spread eagle position for those two hours and suggested she go to the bathroom before she arrived. We set the date for Friday night at 7:00 four days before that Christmas.
Staci was 15 minutes late arriving that night. "You know, I almost didn't show. This is by far and away the weirdest thing I ever agreed to do." She then saw the X Box in the corner of my living room. And she said "Is..that the X Box?, awww you're a sweet man." No funny stuff, right?'
"Yours upon completion" I said. "Do you need to use the bathroom, because the only way you'll be let out is if the house is on fire."And as far as funny stuff goes she had no idea what she was in for.
"I'm good." she said. Let's get this over with."
I unfolded the hide a bed in the living room and had her lie down. The hide a bed had horizontal steel bars supporting the mattress which was uncomfortable because of another bar in the middle for added support. I tied her legs about a few inches apart, barely enough room to place my self between her legs if I wanted to. Staci then called her friend telling her the two hours were beginning and if she didn't hear from her by 9:26 to call the police and she gave her my name and address. I then used velcro ties with a ribbon like rope at the end to tie her securely to the head of the bed.
I then stared down at my helpless victim with an evil grin on my face. "What are you up too?" she asked rather nervously.
"Just wondering how ticklish you are." I said.
Staci's face turned to absolute terror as she was horribly ticklish. She had memories of her older brothers holding her down and tickling her until she peed herself. One time at the beach they grabbed her, threw her in a hole, covered her with sand, and tickled her feet for an entire afternoon. Now here she was all tied up with all her ticklish spots at the mercy of my sadistic fantasies
"OK, this needs to end" she said. "I am not going to be tickled for the next two hours by you or by anybody else (By then I began to tickle her stomach) I..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Staci's eyes filled with tears as I continued to assault her stomach. She tried to tell me to stop but the tickling was overpowering her.
"You are SO ticklish I cooed.
“Yes and let me out I can’t stand it as I removed one of her sandals “You...NO NOT MY FEET PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU:
“
I ran my fingers down the soles of one of her feet and Staci of course went hysterical as sweat and tears covered her pretty face and her big hair started to become matted. I was absolutely loving this and she was hating this well, not too much because I could smell her sex after ten minutes on intense foot tickling.
I stopped and looked at her and asked her if her armpits were ticklish. She said they were and that she wanted out but I can tell there was a lot of excitement between her legs as she was hot, I mean like scalding hot. So I told her I wasn't going to tickle her armpits. She breathed a sigh of relief and instead I began to run my finger barely inside the edge of her shorts and began to stroke up and down her thigh.
Oh GOD!!”” she screamed. Not THERE, anywhere but there please oh please oh please!!”
I played dumb. I knew some girls got really hot if you played with their inner thighs. “Why Stace?” I asked you don't seem to be ticklish there.”
“I'm not ticklish there but just don't do that to me.”
Well Stace, you're going to have to give me a good reason not to tickle you there, I mean you're not laughing so I have to satisfy my curiosity.”
By now she started squirming and moaning in pleasure as her big rown eyes shut and her mouth opened into a perfect circle. I continued to assault her thighs and her moaning got louder. Suddenly Staci began to buck on the bed as she let out a tremendous orgasm and she was such a wet cummer it looked afterward like she had wet herself.
She just laid there out of breath so I decided to move to her other thigh. This time she wasn't objecting as it looked like she had been satisfied sexually without the removal of her clothing. I told her what I would love to do to her after some tickle torture I told her about stripping her bra in half and putting whipped cream over her tits and licking it off. o that I would cut her panties off at the hips and tease her pussy with a long feather until she was ready to come and would stop leaving her wanting more. Once again she let a tremendous orgasm go. So I stopped torturing her thighs. I was expecting her to scream that she would have me arrested but she was looking at me like a woman in love.
“What are you thinking Staci?” I asked.
“About what a fool I've been.” Staci said. “There's a large part of me that wants you and wants you really bad.”
“What got you the most excited?”
“Everything!” she exclaimed. “Now I am really wondering what it would be like to have my pussy tickled with a feather.”
“I am too” I said.
“Right now I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to feel you.”
“Too bad you respect your vows” I said. “But right now I am going to take this feather out and make you really wonder what that would feel like with your legs wider and yearning to be sexually pleases beyond belief. But instead, I am going to use this on your feet.”
Staci gasped “Oh honey, you're going to spoil the moment, I can't stand to be tickled.”
“Really?” I said 'Tell you what, you leave that lazy scumbag of a husband and I won't tickle torture you for the next 20 minutes.”
“That's not fair. You know I won't do it.”
Upon those words I began to slosh the feather around Staci's tender feet. She cracked up hysterically as I punished her feet for about 15 minutes straight. Surprisingly she didn't beg me to stop the torture. Finally I stopped and let her catch her breath for a couple of minutes. I untied the restraints and had her call her friend. To my surprise she said everything went fine and she earned her Christmas present. I was sitting in a chair staring off into space knowing that I couldn't have this woman who was perfect in both ticklishness and sexuality. But she did come over and sit on my lap with her head on my shoulder.
“I don't want this moment to end.” Staci said. But after a couple of hours off alling asleep on the chair in my arms. She had to go. I hoped her kids would love the present and she smiled as she gave me a long passionate kiss goodbye and sadly, it was goodbye.
“I didn't either but she was going to choose her husband over me even though she had some very strong feelings for me. Eventually we said our good byes and through the months we went about as if nothing had ever happened. I mentioned feathers once but she kind of brushed it off. In April, she had gotten another job and on her last day the girl cried as if she had lost her best friend. We were never going to see each other again as walking out the door that day was a woman I could never have.
But she sure had a sweet laugh!
Staci was the type of woman I always wound up with, about 60 pounds overweight but had a cute face with big brown eyes and big 80s type hair. We became friends and used to tease other on occasion. one time in fact I snuck up behind her and put my hands on her side and yelled BOO! The reaction showed that she was very ticklish and I would have loved to tie up this girl and tickle the living hell out of her. This was a problem though as Staci was married albeit not happily and had three children.
One day we were on a break shortly after the Thanksgiving holiday and Staci and I were talking as sometimes she would sit at my table and say hello to me and we ate and we chatted. I decided to ask her if she was all ready for Christmas.
"No way" she said there's a lot of stuff my children want and I just can't afford it. my husband won't get a job and you know how "well" this place pays"
"What kind of stuff do they want?" I asked.
"The big thing is a new X Box" she said. "I would love to give it to them but with my husband out of work and refusing to get a job we have to go through the welfare program at church just to put food on the table."
"I'm sorry Stace"
No, it's MY fault. months ago you said you were willing to go out with me despite the way I look and despite the fact that I had three children." I was excited and thought a lot about you when we were separated. But I listened to him and I took him back for the sake of the children."
"You did what you had to do"
Staci smiled "You really are a good friend and a great guy."
Well, you may not think so because I have extra money and being single I have very few people to buy presents for and I am sure I have enough money to purchase that X Box."
"No way. I can't take charity but that's awfully sweet of you but I can't ccept it."
Staci, it's not charity.
"
Staci stared at me with a puzzled look.
"oh, you're going to have to earn the money" I said. "I have a proposition for you but I can't tell you here too many eyes and ears. When you get a moment sneak back into the warehouse and I'll tell you the proposition."
About an hour after lunch Staci snuck back and we found a corner in the back where our supervisors won't catch us. I had to make this quick. "I want to warn you, that while there is no sex or anything like that involved this proposition is indecent and I know you're a church going woman but I have this fantasy about kidnapping a woman and tying her up for about two hours and all you have to do is be held hostage and you'll earn the X box."
Staci was stunned and it looked like she was going to smack me and end the friendship. "No way in HELL" she simply said.
I smiled and said no problem but she replied that she was going to forget I ever said anything and that we would still be friends. I appreciated that.
A week later I had thought my fantasy was dead in the water when she handed me a note that simply said "Two hours and no sex, right?" I nodded yes towards her.
Two days later she told me she wanted to talk back in the warehouse. She said that she would have a friend wait by the phone with your address and if I didn't call within two hours she would call the police.. Also she wouldn't wear any dresses or anything like that. I told her what she had on (shorts and a sleeveless shirt after all it was Florida) and some comfortable sandals would be fine. I warned her she would be lying down in a semi spread eagle position for those two hours and suggested she go to the bathroom before she arrived. We set the date for Friday night at 7:00 four days before that Christmas.
Staci was 15 minutes late arriving that night. "You know, I almost didn't show. This is by far and away the weirdest thing I ever agreed to do." She then saw the X Box in the corner of my living room. And she said "Is..that the X Box?, awww you're a sweet man." No funny stuff, right?'
"Yours upon completion" I said. "Do you need to use the bathroom, because the only way you'll be let out is if the house is on fire."And as far as funny stuff goes she had no idea what she was in for.
"I'm good." she said. Let's get this over with."
I unfolded the hide a bed in the living room and had her lie down. The hide a bed had horizontal steel bars supporting the mattress which was uncomfortable because of another bar in the middle for added support. I tied her legs about a few inches apart, barely enough room to place my self between her legs if I wanted to. Staci then called her friend telling her the two hours were beginning and if she didn't hear from her by 9:26 to call the police and she gave her my name and address. I then used velcro ties with a ribbon like rope at the end to tie her securely to the head of the bed.
I then stared down at my helpless victim with an evil grin on my face. "What are you up too?" she asked rather nervously.
"Just wondering how ticklish you are." I said.
Staci's face turned to absolute terror as she was horribly ticklish. She had memories of her older brothers holding her down and tickling her until she peed herself. One time at the beach they grabbed her, threw her in a hole, covered her with sand, and tickled her feet for an entire afternoon. Now here she was all tied up with all her ticklish spots at the mercy of my sadistic fantasies
"OK, this needs to end" she said. "I am not going to be tickled for the next two hours by you or by anybody else (By then I began to tickle her stomach) I..HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Staci's eyes filled with tears as I continued to assault her stomach. She tried to tell me to stop but the tickling was overpowering her.
"You are SO ticklish I cooed.
“Yes and let me out I can’t stand it as I removed one of her sandals “You...NO NOT MY FEET PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU:
“
I ran my fingers down the soles of one of her feet and Staci of course went hysterical as sweat and tears covered her pretty face and her big hair started to become matted. I was absolutely loving this and she was hating this well, not too much because I could smell her sex after ten minutes on intense foot tickling.
I stopped and looked at her and asked her if her armpits were ticklish. She said they were and that she wanted out but I can tell there was a lot of excitement between her legs as she was hot, I mean like scalding hot. So I told her I wasn't going to tickle her armpits. She breathed a sigh of relief and instead I began to run my finger barely inside the edge of her shorts and began to stroke up and down her thigh.
Oh GOD!!”” she screamed. Not THERE, anywhere but there please oh please oh please!!”
I played dumb. I knew some girls got really hot if you played with their inner thighs. “Why Stace?” I asked you don't seem to be ticklish there.”
“I'm not ticklish there but just don't do that to me.”
Well Stace, you're going to have to give me a good reason not to tickle you there, I mean you're not laughing so I have to satisfy my curiosity.”
By now she started squirming and moaning in pleasure as her big rown eyes shut and her mouth opened into a perfect circle. I continued to assault her thighs and her moaning got louder. Suddenly Staci began to buck on the bed as she let out a tremendous orgasm and she was such a wet cummer it looked afterward like she had wet herself.
She just laid there out of breath so I decided to move to her other thigh. This time she wasn't objecting as it looked like she had been satisfied sexually without the removal of her clothing. I told her what I would love to do to her after some tickle torture I told her about stripping her bra in half and putting whipped cream over her tits and licking it off. o that I would cut her panties off at the hips and tease her pussy with a long feather until she was ready to come and would stop leaving her wanting more. Once again she let a tremendous orgasm go. So I stopped torturing her thighs. I was expecting her to scream that she would have me arrested but she was looking at me like a woman in love.
“What are you thinking Staci?” I asked.
“About what a fool I've been.” Staci said. “There's a large part of me that wants you and wants you really bad.”
“What got you the most excited?”
“Everything!” she exclaimed. “Now I am really wondering what it would be like to have my pussy tickled with a feather.”
“I am too” I said.
“Right now I want to hold you, I want to kiss you, I want to feel you.”
“Too bad you respect your vows” I said. “But right now I am going to take this feather out and make you really wonder what that would feel like with your legs wider and yearning to be sexually pleases beyond belief. But instead, I am going to use this on your feet.”
Staci gasped “Oh honey, you're going to spoil the moment, I can't stand to be tickled.”
“Really?” I said 'Tell you what, you leave that lazy scumbag of a husband and I won't tickle torture you for the next 20 minutes.”
“That's not fair. You know I won't do it.”
Upon those words I began to slosh the feather around Staci's tender feet. She cracked up hysterically as I punished her feet for about 15 minutes straight. Surprisingly she didn't beg me to stop the torture. Finally I stopped and let her catch her breath for a couple of minutes. I untied the restraints and had her call her friend. To my surprise she said everything went fine and she earned her Christmas present. I was sitting in a chair staring off into space knowing that I couldn't have this woman who was perfect in both ticklishness and sexuality. But she did come over and sit on my lap with her head on my shoulder.
“I don't want this moment to end.” Staci said. But after a couple of hours off alling asleep on the chair in my arms. She had to go. I hoped her kids would love the present and she smiled as she gave me a long passionate kiss goodbye and sadly, it was goodbye.
“I didn't either but she was going to choose her husband over me even though she had some very strong feelings for me. Eventually we said our good byes and through the months we went about as if nothing had ever happened. I mentioned feathers once but she kind of brushed it off. In April, she had gotten another job and on her last day the girl cried as if she had lost her best friend. We were never going to see each other again as walking out the door that day was a woman I could never have.
But she sure had a sweet laugh!
