mistertickle123
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I rushed home from work excited that I’d finally be meeting a man tonight who really understands what the importance and the significance of being tickled means to me. I’ve chatted with so many men, my two tickling forum inboxes flooded with potential play partners every time I posted anything relating to tickling and even more so when I professed my desire to be tickled, only to be disappointed by shallow, selfish and often crude responses to my posts. This man was different. It was almost frightening how he made me quiver just from reading his writings let alone when we occasionally texted or phone chatted or when he’d send me pictures or videos elaborating on the things we both loved, and desired, from a lee and LER perspective. He got it on so many different levels and it was as if he crawled into my brain and controlled my kinky, erotic thoughts, my emotions, me.
A quick shower slightly calmed me down, cooled me off and took my mind off the play date, at least for a little while, on this unusually warm evening. I slipped into a loose fitting pair of casual pants over sheer to the waist pantyhose, that I knew he had a fetish for as well as his tickling and foot fetishes. Being shy, I decided to wear a thong under the nylons but I wore no bra under the button down blouse I selected. I caught myself blushing at the thought of him slipping off my shoes and sliding off my pants, finding those silky sheer nylons, unbuttoning my top, to find my sensitive breasts and nipples, seeing me exposed, vulnerable and completely at his mercy. Extremely nervous yet turned on like never before, I slipped into a pair of flats and ran out the door.
I had packed a change of clothes and few toys, that I had mentioned were favorite items I’d used to pleasure and self tickle myself with, were tossed in my oversized handbag even though I knew he would be more than prepared for me. Would I for him?
“Hopefully traffic won’t be bad” I thought trying to distract myself. I threw the bag on the passenger seat of my car and before pulling out of the parking lot texted my tickler to let him know that I was on my way. His response was swift.
“Mmmm! Looking forward to finally meeting you and tickling you.”
I shuttered at the thought of finally being tickled, truly tickled, and even though I vetted him and I was incredibly hungry for the experience, I began to question whether I had made a smart decision agreeing to meet this man at his hotel. Despite my apprehension, something about him was so alluring, his energy and passion for tickling and for feet intrigued me. The mixed feelings overwhelmed me on my short drive to Long Beach.
I’d fantasized about being restrained, teased and tickled since I was a young girl yet until this day had never acted on this deep rooted impulse of mine. I had also dreamed of having my feet, an incredible erogenous zone, worshipped and played with by someone who treated me as their submissive. Many men were looking for a mistress who would dominate them and force them to worship their feet but this man’s foot worshipping was all part of a genuine dominant’s love for feet and an integral part of his tickling process. The way he explained it all thrilled me almost as much I knew our actual play would.
My entire body was beyond ticklish and revealing all of my most sensitive spots to him, during our many talks, may have been a mistake but even though it was kind of intimidating, it was in a way terribly hot knowing that he was so confident, so self assured, so comforting yet controlling and so ready to explore me by exploiting secrets that I so long had hidden but easily confessed to him. For as long as we’d known each other, I longed for his touch. I also wanted to see his reaction to what the teasing and tickling was doing to my hyper ticklish body. To say that I was beyond curious about all of this, but still a bundle of nerves, on that drive across town would be an understatement and when I arrived at his hotel on 1st Street, though totally amped up, knowing that this was going to happen for the first time, I still was a little unsure of myself.
Earlier in the day, as a precaution, I let a close friend, who was unaware of my kinks, know that I was going on a ‘blind date’ and asked if she could check up on me by phone a couple of hours into the date, just to make sure everything was alright. Even though knowing him as well as I did it probably wasn’t necessary.
Texting my tickler to let him know I was there, he sent me the room number and again advised how anxious he was about meeting me. I took a deep breath and exited the car.
I walked through a side door into the lobby past the reception desk to the elevator when a cheerful clerk appeared behind the counter and greeted me. She had no idea whether I was a guest there or a visitor yet pangs of embarrassment flooded my mind as I stood there waiting for the lift. “She must know what I’m up to” I thought, looking down at the toys in my bag and turning a bright shade of red. Thank goodness the elevator door opened quickly. She bid me a good night and I awkwardly nodded my head, smiling.
“You too” I quickly replied and pushed the button for the 4th floor.
Exiting the elevator and walking to the end of the corridor I realized that he had chosen a room at the end of the floor. He knew I had concerns about the noise level, not knowing how I’d react to his tickling, and was thoughtful enough to make me feel a bit more at ease.
“I’m going to actually do this” I thought as I knocked lightly on the door.
“Is that room service?” he chuckled from the other side.
“I asked for a very ticklish woman with a side order of sensitive, pretty feet” he teased, as he opened the door and smiled at me.
We both giggled.
“Oooh I love that laugh” he said.
“Please do come in.”
We hugged in the doorway and after a big squeeze he nuzzled my neck and lightly ran his fingers over my lower back whispering “Thank you so much for coming over.”
“My pl-easss-ure” I replied shivering and giggling from the vibrating sensation of his lips on my neck and his roaming fingers that now shifted from my spine to my sides.
The bag, which I held onto like a security blanket, fell to the floor and my legs jellylike weakened as he traced his fingertips over my hips, up and down my sides and over the small of my back.
Those hands moved so swiftly and I couldn’t believe how incredibly delicious yet insanely torturous this already felt. I’d only been in his room les than a minute.
“Sorry I do tend to get a bit carried away” he advised purposely whispering in my ear “especially with someone as ticklish as you.”
I shivered as I let him know that it was more than okay, giggling as he continued teasing and tickling me. I already felt a bit more at ease. He had a way about him that relaxed me.
“Please have a seat.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
“So very happy that we have all night to play.”
“Me too” I blurted.
He bent down, picked up my bag, put it on the dresser and peaked in it.
“Oooh you brought some goodies with you I see.”
Turning a bright shade of crimson I nodded as I watched him glance at the toys in my bag.
“Some of these will be most delightful to use on that ticklish body of yours.” He then reached for a small package next to it.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m good for now” I stammered.
Walking over to me he handed me the wrapped gift.
“Something for you.”
“That’s so kind of you, oh and I wanted to thank you for choosing a room so far from the elevator.”
“Well you did say that you might get a bit loud so I wanted you to feel free to let it all out without concern so to speak.”
“Because I do plan on making you laugh” he uttered confidently then paused and stated “a
lot.”
I fumbled with the ribbon and wrapping paper and opened up the package to find a gorgeous pair of 5 denier, ultra sheer to the waist pantyhose. They looked absolutely lovely. Along with them was a small book about the history of my workplace and its founder.
“Wow this is amazing, how thoughtful, thank you” I said elated as I moved over to where he was sitting on the bed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, blushing in the process.
“Those stockings look marvelous.”
“Getting tickled in those incredibly sheer pantyhose will definitely be a game changer for you” he lauded.
“The nylons were very easy to find but I had to really hunt around to find that book”
“I read through some of it, he’s such an interesting man and he built one hell of an empire” he exclaimed.
“It must be something working there.”
“If you want to know the truth, it’s just a job” I said now distracted as one of his hands began to caress my long hair and the side of my neck making me scrunch my shoulders.
He quickly changed the subject.
“You have such lovely, long hair and it’s still wet too. Couldn’t wait to get here eh?” he teased.
Stroking my hair and no doubt purposely ticking around my ear and my neck I began to squirm and giggle again.
“Oooh that tickles.”
I pulled away, turned and climbed onto the bed to get away from his fingers. Lying on my tummy with my feet hanging off the end of the mattress I continued to look at the book.
“A bit ticklish tonight, are we?” he observed.
“I guess that you won’t mind if I try to distract you from that book, and get better acquainted with those pretty feet, after all you’ve been sharing them with me for months now in photos on line and well, now that you’re here, nothing beats the real thing you know” he smirked.
His request made me quiver as a quiet but surprising “yes Sir please take off my shoes” left my lips.
He couldn’t see my embarrassment or my excitement. I was now beginning to live out a fantasy I’d dreamt about for way too long.
“They, they might be a little wet and, um, a bit stinky” I stated embarrassed and turning my head to look away.
“My shoes are pretty old and…”
Before I could finish the sentence he politely claimed that it was fine, they smelled delightful and that they would be nice and warm making them even more ticklish to the touch.
Every time he mentioned the ‘T’ word I got a little more worked up and he knew it.
“You’ve mentioned that tickling them was such a weakness of yours and you know how much I’ve wanted to play with them and tickle them, especially in nylons” he teased as he pulled off one of my flats, leaned down and sniffed my foot. His nose tickled my toes and I felt his warm breath as he worked he’s way from my toes to my heel. I couldn’t begin to imagine what he was going to do to my poor feet with his fingers.
With my heart beating faster, I curled my toes and despite wanting him to tickle me, I teasingly tried to keep the other flat on my foot.
“I failed miserably.”
“Mmmm! So pleased that you wore nylons for me.” he gleefully stated running a finger up and down each of my glossy upturned soles. His touch was electric.
“Thank you so much” he gleefully shouted.
“You’re, you’re welcome..Ahahaha!”
“Heehee!”
“The pantyhose tickle so muchhhh!”
I was so glad he was pleased that I remembered to wear nylons though feeling how ticklish my feet were in the sheer hosiery gave me second thoughts about my wearing them.
“So silky, so sheer, so smooth, so slippery. Now you can you feel for yourself how swiftly my fingers glide over the surface of your warm, damp and very pretty soles and how intense the sensations feel on those already very ticklish feet.
“Eeeek!”
Oh my God it tickled so bad. I had never been tickled in pantyhose, in fact aside from self tickling and the occasional playful tickle from friends, I’d never had anyone tantalize me like this before.
The nylons added a much different sensation, one I’d never felt when tickling my own bare feet.
As he slowly slid his fingertips over my foot bottoms and across my toe pads I couldn’t believe how torturous yet pleasurable this felt. When he began to tickle my arches and scratch my heels, my legs instinctively began to try to pull away. He swiftly pushed them together and sat on the back of them, trapping my upturned soles at the bottom of the bed.
“Going somewhere?” he asked as he continued tickling my stocking covered feet.
By now I had abandoned the book and squirmed to try to escape from his tickles. I began to giggle wildly, hiding my face in a pillow to muffle the sound. With each stroke of his fingers I grabbed the pillow tighter. It was heavenly, it was hellish, it was incredible.
He tickled my feet with a slow, steady, skillful precision that had me climbing the walls from the itchy, tingly effect, he’d speed up his stokes then lighten them. His mixing up of the tickles on my poor feet was unbearable and at the same time I was getting more turned on by the minute, especially when he moved his hands up my slick, slippery lower legs.
Scooting back and sitting firmly on my thighs his fingers slid over the sheer hose, up my loose pants legs, and began tickling my ankles, my calves and the hollow space at the back of my knees.
The pantyhose, which I loved how I looked and felt in, definitely allowed his fingers to effortlessly slither up the back of my legs and down again to my sensitive feet. I kicked around wildly but was not able to pull away. He suddenly grasped me around the ankles with one arm so I couldn’t move away and mercilessly tickled both of my trapped feet.
He then maneuvered his way back to the edge of the bed and sitting on my lower calves, just above my ankles, to better pin down my legs, he began to tickle my trapped soles and toes even more vigorously.
The foot tickling went on for what seemed like forever, not being able to move them made the torture so hard to handle and I thought about my desire to be bound completely and helpless at the hands of this man wondering nervously how I’d fare.
He verbally teased and taunted me the entire time, knowing that tickle talk excited me almost as much as the tickles did. He definitely listened to everything I mentioned to him during our chats.
“Someone has some very ticklish feet” he matter of facty voiced “and it seems as though your long legs are bit sensitive too.”
“We just might have to check out every area on those legs a bit more closely don’t you agree?”
“You don’t mind if I pull off those pants do you?”
Not waiting for my replies, I felt his hands around my waistband and his skilled fingers tickled my hips making me twist and turn, allowing him to slide the pants down to my thighs. He then easily pulled them off the rest of the way, helped by the slippery nylon. Oh God, my bottom half was now exposed.
He again sat on my legs, but turned in the other direction, and began tickling behind my knees. It was so damn ticklish!
Slowly but steadily he worked his skittering fingers up my trapped legs. He moved those fingertips to the backs and the insides of my thighs.
I pounded my fists on the mattress and laughed loudly as his fingers claimed up the back of my silky, sheer stocking covered legs.
I could see why he loved tickling women in hose. It was hard to explain but his torturous tickles felt so intense yet in a way, so sexy, so damn good.
When his fingers glided up to my nylon covered ass cheeks and he began to scramble those nails over them I thought I was going to go through the roof.
His fingers lingered there for a long time and I bucked and jerked my body wildly.
He’d occasionally tickle the small of my back, which was just as ticklish at this point, and also lifted the hose and started tickling me at the top of my ass crack. Lord, that area and my ass cheeks were both incredibly sensitive to the touch.
He kept me off guard the entire time, switching his tickling speed and pressure and went from my butt cheeks to my ass crack to my sides, to my spine, my neck, my lower back and then my inner thighs. It was brutal, it was beautiful, it was insane.
He even reached behind him and tickled behind my knees, remembering how I reacted to being tickled on that spot.
I flopped around and tried to squirm away from him but his strength combined with the tickling had me helpless. I was under his control. “I was his ticklish submissive” I thought as he continued tickling me and verbally teasing me.
He had jokingly advised me during one of our chats that a play partner called him the octopus because it felt like eight people’s hands were tickling her. I now knew first hand what she was talking about.
My entire body felt as if it was on fire.
I glanced over at the night table and saw the clock radio. The illuminated numbers showed that I’d only been there for a little over twenty minutes, it already seemed like forever.
He thankfully climbed off the back of my legs, went to the desk and poured me a drink of water.
I relished the break, turning around and sitting upright, already sweaty, breathing heavily, and tingling uncontrollably from head to toe. I realized this was going to be a hell of a workout.
I sipped the water. It quenched my thirst and moistened my dry throat and lips. My heartbeat finally began to slow. It was the quietest it had been since I walked into his room.
He broke the brief silence by asking “you wanted to be totally restrained didn’t you?”
“I’ll only tie you down if being helpless is really what you want.”
“Do you trust me?”
I watched him reach into a dresser drawer, as he spoke to me, and he pulled out a set of Velcro closure cuffs.
I nodded yes as I drank the rest of the water and leaned over to place the plastic cup on the table.
He saw this as another opportunity to tickle me and ran over to the bed and swiftly reached for my vulnerable underarm.
I let out a yelp as he wiggled his fingertips there and I instinctively pulled my arm to my side.
“Ah nice and ticklish there too” he teased.
“Wait until you’re tied down and unable to protect those armpits.”
His words both frightened and excited me and as I watched him reach under the bunting to pull out the hidden rope he’d already attached to the four legs of the king size bed and then reach for one of the restraints near my feet.
He cuffed one of my ankles, tied it securely to the rope so and before moving to the other side of the bed held down my foot at the ankle and scrambled his fingertips over my stocking sole.
I shrieked, caught off guard.
His tickling fingers created sensations that were shocking my system.
“Just testing the restraint” he said as he continued tickling my left foot.
I laughed and squirmed spastically on the bed and finally the tickling subsided.
He cuffed and bound me the same on my right foot and then teased and tickled me ruthlessly.
Both of my legs were spread wide, both feet now were secured and he started tickling them slowly but torturously, first the left, then the right, then both of them at the same time. I bucked and twisted violently especially when he tickled both feet simultaneously. His evil fingers deftly worked their way up under my nylon clad toes, a very sensitive spot, and I squealed loudly. He didn’t miss a spot and I was about to lose my mind as he explored my very ticklish feet.
After an agonizing few minutes of this, he tickled his way up my sheer nylon clad legs, over my tummy and up my sides, making me squirm crazily. He gently pulled one arm out to the end of the bed, held it down & slithered his nails from my the palm of my hand to my underarm. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, shuddering from his touch and before I realized it, he had slipped a cuff on my wrist. He tied it securely to the O ring, as he did with my feet, making sure that my movement would be limited. I knew what was coming next. I tensed up awaiting his ‘bondage test’. It didn’t take long and soon with both ankles and one arm bound, it made his armpit tickling so hard to take. He blocked my other arm from interfering and I had no way to defend myself, no way to escape from those wiggling fingers. My entire body shivered and shook as he ticklishly explored my deep, smooth armpit.
“Know what will make the tickles even more unbearable” he asked.
“A little bit of warm coconut oil. That will make your armpits as slippery and slick as the nylons on your legs and feet” he stated almost nonchalantly as his fingers continued tickling me.
The look on his face as he tortured me was one of pure focus. Sadistic, yet I could see how erotic this was for him, how much tickling me was turning him on. He also saw the wet spot in my thong which now glistened through the sheer crotch of my pantyhose and my erect nipples which formed little tents in the front of my blouse. I couldn’t hide my excitement especially knowing full well that he knew the effect his torture was having on me.
I remember at this point he abruptly stopped, well momentarily anyway, to cuff my other wrist and tie it down to the bed.
He then walked over to the dresser, opened up the drawer and pulled out a jar of coconut oil, walked back over to the bed and placed it on the night table next to me.
He had been tickling me my slipping his hands up the inside of my sleeve but now he stopped that and started to delicately rub the palms of his hands over my sensitive nipples through the thin material of my top.
“Looks like the tickles have gotten someone very excited” he teased as those hands of his fondled the tips of my erect and very sensitive nipples.
My entire body was tingling, and had been since I walked into his room.
Knowing that the nipple tickling turned me on so incredibly he cruelly stopped. His new game was advising me, in a calm, assured voice, as he undid the buttons on my blouse one at a time, just where those fingers of his were going to play and what he planned to do once he finished fully exposing me.
I nervously, but secretly excited, awaited my fate.
Pushing the thin fabric of my blouse aside once every button had been opened, he began tickling my tender nipple tips and the sides of my breasts. His fingers teased, tormented and yes they pleasured me like I’d never before received. I was incredibly horny.
Now tied down on the bed and very vulnerable, he grabbed the jar of coconut oil, opened it and scooped out a generous portion of the semi-solid oil. He warmed it in his hands and then spread it into each of my deep pits. Just rubbing it in tickled hellaciously, with my body already incredibly sensitized, but the underarm tickles that soon followed, accompanied by his continual verbal teasing was about to push me over the edge before our play even really got going.
I was under his spell in less than an hour, his tied, helpless tickle slave, and yes I wanted more.
He tickled my armpits relentlessly and when some of the coconut oil dripped down my sides, his fingers worked it into my soft skin. He tickled my sides and pits, pushing me well past my limits and finally, reading my body language, slowed down and then stopped.
Letting me rest for a few seconds, which allowed me to fully take in my current predicament, he sat on the bed, quietly looked into my eyes and reached over to my chest. I flinched still breathing heavily and shivering involuntarily.
Those long fingers then fanned out across my rib cage, teased my nipples, slid down along the sides of my slick torso, over my hips, around my neck, across my shoulders and into my underarms again. His light but more than effective tickles were erotically tortuous. I moaned and giggled, my body confused and electrified. I squirmed as much as the bondage allowed, unable to stop the tingling sensation that his light tickles had awoken in me.
He changed things up again and began to playful poke my sides and tummy, getting dangerously close to touching my sex, the sensations were almost impossible to bear.
“Someone really loves to be tickled doesn’t she” he chided.
I was unable to explain what his voice, combined with the tickles was doing to me.
Half of me swooned and shivered, even more so when his hands purposely brushed over my crotch as he tickled my tummy and that ultra sensitive spot between my belly button and my sensitive kitty.
The other half of me felt helpless, vulnerable, frightened and afraid that this man would literally tickle me to death. I prayed he’d have mercy on me and stop the torture.
I loved and hated being his tickle toy, something he began to call me as he continued tickling me unapologetically.
He had complete control of me. He knew it. All I could do was lie there and let him have his way with me as he did.
There was something so hot and so primal submitting to this insatiable man. The more he verbally teased me, the more areas he touched and tickled, the more I wanted him to control me and explore me but as delicious as it felt it was absolute torture at the same time. I felt as though I had left my body and was looking down on this man tickling a poor helpless woman way beyond her comfort zone.
His power over me at this point transcended the tickling and now I understood what being tickled but also being mind fucked was all about.
While tickling my belly, he sneakily slid one finger of his other hand up and down the front of the wet nylon fabric covered thong, over my lips and my opening. My juices and the sheer material of the pantyhose covering my satin panty made it super slippery and easy for him to tease me.
His other hand continued tickling my tummy, my nipples and my ribs. He found spots no one before had touched like that.
He alternated tickling my upper body, teasing my neck then my nipples, squeezing my sides, and fingering the delicate spot on the front of my thighs, just above my knees.
“The octopus was hard at work” I thought enveloped in feelings of pleasure and torment.
He slithered his nails along my inner thighs and sensually stroked my thigh creases, wiggling his fingers there to alter the sensations, driving me wild, and then caressed me ticklishly, teasing that magic spot between my legs with his index finger.
When I thought it couldn’t get any hotter, he exposed me further by tearing open the crotch of my pantyhose and pulling the thong aside.
He rhythmically rubbed the exposed tip of my throbbing clitoris.
It was then that I burst through the glass ceiling. The orgasm was one of the most powerful I’d ever experienced and he continued tickling my thighs, my belly and my clitoris. I was beyond sensitive at this point, dizzy, delirious. I arched my back, pulled at my restraints and hung on for dear life as this man tickled me relentlessly for another few minutes.
He finally relented and the torturing/pleasuring of me, thankfully ceased, allowing me to lie there shivering yet satiated. I was unable to comprehend what had just occurred but despite it being so difficult to take I knew that I greedily wanted much more of this.
At the bottom of the bed, where he quietly moved, he began lightly caressing the sides and tops of my feet. My legs shivered at his touch and my tender nylon clad toes scrunched as his fingertips teased between my toes, over my foot tops, around my ankles and slowly slithered up my calves.
“I feel so tinglyI, it’s so, soooo tickly” I barely uttered, moaning, giggling and still catching my breath as he lightly massaged my stocking feet and legs.
I heard him ask me “Are you alright?”
I was unable to answer him, still shivering uncontrollably, I only felt his fingers sensually caressing me.
I was still floating in an incredible afterglow.
“You okay” he asked again as his nails slowly swirled over my stocking soles.
I lifted my head from the pillow to respond and I saw, then felt, his warm lips as they enveloped the big toe of my left foot. He sucked my toe through the sheer pantyhose, and slowly did the same with my other four toes. I moaned and begged for more of this. The strange but erotic sensations that I felt magically worked their way from my toes, up my legs and into my crotch. He licked my smooth, soft stocking sole, traced a finger along my arch and delicately tickled my heel.
I squirmed and wriggled on the bed as he switched feet and took identical liberties with my right foot.
His lips, as they sucked each toe, and his tongue as it slithered up and down my sole was hypnotizing.
His fingers meanwhile teased both of my damp stocking soles, caressed my smooth heel, my curvy arch and my soft stocking clad instep, and it tickled in such sensual fashion, so different than his previous tickling had effected me.
He continued to drizzle his fingers up and down both soles, he kissed and sucked on my toes, nibbled on my insteps and toe pads.
I found myself getting incredibly turned on once more.
His fingers then lightly snaked up my shiny, pantyhose where teased and tickled the fronts, then insides of my spread, shivering legs. His warm, wet tongue followed, working its way up to the open crotch of my hose where he playfully darted his tongue over the hood of my clitoris and licked down one side of my parting lips and up the other side.
He pulled back the hood of my clit and began to softly suck it, swirling his tongue around the base. He caressed my inner thigh with his other hand and I closed my eyes and moaned. I was beyond overwhelmed by the combination and my body shuddered, the result of another intense orgasm.
As before, after my climax, he started to tickle me ruthlessly, taking advantage of my weakened state. I was about to jump out of my skin as his fingers seemed to find every ticklish spot on my body and still tied to the bed there was no escape.
The tickling seemed to go on forever and when he did finally stop the assault, he looked down at me and smiled.
“Oh my God that was so intense.”
“I thought I was going to pass out”
“Mmmm it was so hot” he exclaimed.
He undid the restraints, massaged my wrists and ankles and then laid on the bed next to me.
Turning toward him I asked “You’re such fun to play with can we do it again next time you visit Southern California?”.
He stroked my long hair and laughed.
“Next time? We’re far from done this evening yet my dear.”
A quick shower slightly calmed me down, cooled me off and took my mind off the play date, at least for a little while, on this unusually warm evening. I slipped into a loose fitting pair of casual pants over sheer to the waist pantyhose, that I knew he had a fetish for as well as his tickling and foot fetishes. Being shy, I decided to wear a thong under the nylons but I wore no bra under the button down blouse I selected. I caught myself blushing at the thought of him slipping off my shoes and sliding off my pants, finding those silky sheer nylons, unbuttoning my top, to find my sensitive breasts and nipples, seeing me exposed, vulnerable and completely at his mercy. Extremely nervous yet turned on like never before, I slipped into a pair of flats and ran out the door.
I had packed a change of clothes and few toys, that I had mentioned were favorite items I’d used to pleasure and self tickle myself with, were tossed in my oversized handbag even though I knew he would be more than prepared for me. Would I for him?
“Hopefully traffic won’t be bad” I thought trying to distract myself. I threw the bag on the passenger seat of my car and before pulling out of the parking lot texted my tickler to let him know that I was on my way. His response was swift.
“Mmmm! Looking forward to finally meeting you and tickling you.”
I shuttered at the thought of finally being tickled, truly tickled, and even though I vetted him and I was incredibly hungry for the experience, I began to question whether I had made a smart decision agreeing to meet this man at his hotel. Despite my apprehension, something about him was so alluring, his energy and passion for tickling and for feet intrigued me. The mixed feelings overwhelmed me on my short drive to Long Beach.
I’d fantasized about being restrained, teased and tickled since I was a young girl yet until this day had never acted on this deep rooted impulse of mine. I had also dreamed of having my feet, an incredible erogenous zone, worshipped and played with by someone who treated me as their submissive. Many men were looking for a mistress who would dominate them and force them to worship their feet but this man’s foot worshipping was all part of a genuine dominant’s love for feet and an integral part of his tickling process. The way he explained it all thrilled me almost as much I knew our actual play would.
My entire body was beyond ticklish and revealing all of my most sensitive spots to him, during our many talks, may have been a mistake but even though it was kind of intimidating, it was in a way terribly hot knowing that he was so confident, so self assured, so comforting yet controlling and so ready to explore me by exploiting secrets that I so long had hidden but easily confessed to him. For as long as we’d known each other, I longed for his touch. I also wanted to see his reaction to what the teasing and tickling was doing to my hyper ticklish body. To say that I was beyond curious about all of this, but still a bundle of nerves, on that drive across town would be an understatement and when I arrived at his hotel on 1st Street, though totally amped up, knowing that this was going to happen for the first time, I still was a little unsure of myself.
Earlier in the day, as a precaution, I let a close friend, who was unaware of my kinks, know that I was going on a ‘blind date’ and asked if she could check up on me by phone a couple of hours into the date, just to make sure everything was alright. Even though knowing him as well as I did it probably wasn’t necessary.
Texting my tickler to let him know I was there, he sent me the room number and again advised how anxious he was about meeting me. I took a deep breath and exited the car.
I walked through a side door into the lobby past the reception desk to the elevator when a cheerful clerk appeared behind the counter and greeted me. She had no idea whether I was a guest there or a visitor yet pangs of embarrassment flooded my mind as I stood there waiting for the lift. “She must know what I’m up to” I thought, looking down at the toys in my bag and turning a bright shade of red. Thank goodness the elevator door opened quickly. She bid me a good night and I awkwardly nodded my head, smiling.
“You too” I quickly replied and pushed the button for the 4th floor.
Exiting the elevator and walking to the end of the corridor I realized that he had chosen a room at the end of the floor. He knew I had concerns about the noise level, not knowing how I’d react to his tickling, and was thoughtful enough to make me feel a bit more at ease.
“I’m going to actually do this” I thought as I knocked lightly on the door.
“Is that room service?” he chuckled from the other side.
“I asked for a very ticklish woman with a side order of sensitive, pretty feet” he teased, as he opened the door and smiled at me.
We both giggled.
“Oooh I love that laugh” he said.
“Please do come in.”
We hugged in the doorway and after a big squeeze he nuzzled my neck and lightly ran his fingers over my lower back whispering “Thank you so much for coming over.”
“My pl-easss-ure” I replied shivering and giggling from the vibrating sensation of his lips on my neck and his roaming fingers that now shifted from my spine to my sides.
The bag, which I held onto like a security blanket, fell to the floor and my legs jellylike weakened as he traced his fingertips over my hips, up and down my sides and over the small of my back.
Those hands moved so swiftly and I couldn’t believe how incredibly delicious yet insanely torturous this already felt. I’d only been in his room les than a minute.
“Sorry I do tend to get a bit carried away” he advised purposely whispering in my ear “especially with someone as ticklish as you.”
I shivered as I let him know that it was more than okay, giggling as he continued teasing and tickling me. I already felt a bit more at ease. He had a way about him that relaxed me.
“Please have a seat.”
“Make yourself comfortable.”
“So very happy that we have all night to play.”
“Me too” I blurted.
He bent down, picked up my bag, put it on the dresser and peaked in it.
“Oooh you brought some goodies with you I see.”
Turning a bright shade of crimson I nodded as I watched him glance at the toys in my bag.
“Some of these will be most delightful to use on that ticklish body of yours.” He then reached for a small package next to it.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m good for now” I stammered.
Walking over to me he handed me the wrapped gift.
“Something for you.”
“That’s so kind of you, oh and I wanted to thank you for choosing a room so far from the elevator.”
“Well you did say that you might get a bit loud so I wanted you to feel free to let it all out without concern so to speak.”
“Because I do plan on making you laugh” he uttered confidently then paused and stated “a
lot.”
I fumbled with the ribbon and wrapping paper and opened up the package to find a gorgeous pair of 5 denier, ultra sheer to the waist pantyhose. They looked absolutely lovely. Along with them was a small book about the history of my workplace and its founder.
“Wow this is amazing, how thoughtful, thank you” I said elated as I moved over to where he was sitting on the bed and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, blushing in the process.
“Those stockings look marvelous.”
“Getting tickled in those incredibly sheer pantyhose will definitely be a game changer for you” he lauded.
“The nylons were very easy to find but I had to really hunt around to find that book”
“I read through some of it, he’s such an interesting man and he built one hell of an empire” he exclaimed.
“It must be something working there.”
“If you want to know the truth, it’s just a job” I said now distracted as one of his hands began to caress my long hair and the side of my neck making me scrunch my shoulders.
He quickly changed the subject.
“You have such lovely, long hair and it’s still wet too. Couldn’t wait to get here eh?” he teased.
Stroking my hair and no doubt purposely ticking around my ear and my neck I began to squirm and giggle again.
“Oooh that tickles.”
I pulled away, turned and climbed onto the bed to get away from his fingers. Lying on my tummy with my feet hanging off the end of the mattress I continued to look at the book.
“A bit ticklish tonight, are we?” he observed.
“I guess that you won’t mind if I try to distract you from that book, and get better acquainted with those pretty feet, after all you’ve been sharing them with me for months now in photos on line and well, now that you’re here, nothing beats the real thing you know” he smirked.
His request made me quiver as a quiet but surprising “yes Sir please take off my shoes” left my lips.
He couldn’t see my embarrassment or my excitement. I was now beginning to live out a fantasy I’d dreamt about for way too long.
“They, they might be a little wet and, um, a bit stinky” I stated embarrassed and turning my head to look away.
“My shoes are pretty old and…”
Before I could finish the sentence he politely claimed that it was fine, they smelled delightful and that they would be nice and warm making them even more ticklish to the touch.
Every time he mentioned the ‘T’ word I got a little more worked up and he knew it.
“You’ve mentioned that tickling them was such a weakness of yours and you know how much I’ve wanted to play with them and tickle them, especially in nylons” he teased as he pulled off one of my flats, leaned down and sniffed my foot. His nose tickled my toes and I felt his warm breath as he worked he’s way from my toes to my heel. I couldn’t begin to imagine what he was going to do to my poor feet with his fingers.
With my heart beating faster, I curled my toes and despite wanting him to tickle me, I teasingly tried to keep the other flat on my foot.
“I failed miserably.”
“Mmmm! So pleased that you wore nylons for me.” he gleefully stated running a finger up and down each of my glossy upturned soles. His touch was electric.
“Thank you so much” he gleefully shouted.
“You’re, you’re welcome..Ahahaha!”
“Heehee!”
“The pantyhose tickle so muchhhh!”
I was so glad he was pleased that I remembered to wear nylons though feeling how ticklish my feet were in the sheer hosiery gave me second thoughts about my wearing them.
“So silky, so sheer, so smooth, so slippery. Now you can you feel for yourself how swiftly my fingers glide over the surface of your warm, damp and very pretty soles and how intense the sensations feel on those already very ticklish feet.
“Eeeek!”
Oh my God it tickled so bad. I had never been tickled in pantyhose, in fact aside from self tickling and the occasional playful tickle from friends, I’d never had anyone tantalize me like this before.
The nylons added a much different sensation, one I’d never felt when tickling my own bare feet.
As he slowly slid his fingertips over my foot bottoms and across my toe pads I couldn’t believe how torturous yet pleasurable this felt. When he began to tickle my arches and scratch my heels, my legs instinctively began to try to pull away. He swiftly pushed them together and sat on the back of them, trapping my upturned soles at the bottom of the bed.
“Going somewhere?” he asked as he continued tickling my stocking covered feet.
By now I had abandoned the book and squirmed to try to escape from his tickles. I began to giggle wildly, hiding my face in a pillow to muffle the sound. With each stroke of his fingers I grabbed the pillow tighter. It was heavenly, it was hellish, it was incredible.
He tickled my feet with a slow, steady, skillful precision that had me climbing the walls from the itchy, tingly effect, he’d speed up his stokes then lighten them. His mixing up of the tickles on my poor feet was unbearable and at the same time I was getting more turned on by the minute, especially when he moved his hands up my slick, slippery lower legs.
Scooting back and sitting firmly on my thighs his fingers slid over the sheer hose, up my loose pants legs, and began tickling my ankles, my calves and the hollow space at the back of my knees.
The pantyhose, which I loved how I looked and felt in, definitely allowed his fingers to effortlessly slither up the back of my legs and down again to my sensitive feet. I kicked around wildly but was not able to pull away. He suddenly grasped me around the ankles with one arm so I couldn’t move away and mercilessly tickled both of my trapped feet.
He then maneuvered his way back to the edge of the bed and sitting on my lower calves, just above my ankles, to better pin down my legs, he began to tickle my trapped soles and toes even more vigorously.
The foot tickling went on for what seemed like forever, not being able to move them made the torture so hard to handle and I thought about my desire to be bound completely and helpless at the hands of this man wondering nervously how I’d fare.
He verbally teased and taunted me the entire time, knowing that tickle talk excited me almost as much as the tickles did. He definitely listened to everything I mentioned to him during our chats.
“Someone has some very ticklish feet” he matter of facty voiced “and it seems as though your long legs are bit sensitive too.”
“We just might have to check out every area on those legs a bit more closely don’t you agree?”
“You don’t mind if I pull off those pants do you?”
Not waiting for my replies, I felt his hands around my waistband and his skilled fingers tickled my hips making me twist and turn, allowing him to slide the pants down to my thighs. He then easily pulled them off the rest of the way, helped by the slippery nylon. Oh God, my bottom half was now exposed.
He again sat on my legs, but turned in the other direction, and began tickling behind my knees. It was so damn ticklish!
Slowly but steadily he worked his skittering fingers up my trapped legs. He moved those fingertips to the backs and the insides of my thighs.
I pounded my fists on the mattress and laughed loudly as his fingers claimed up the back of my silky, sheer stocking covered legs.
I could see why he loved tickling women in hose. It was hard to explain but his torturous tickles felt so intense yet in a way, so sexy, so damn good.
When his fingers glided up to my nylon covered ass cheeks and he began to scramble those nails over them I thought I was going to go through the roof.
His fingers lingered there for a long time and I bucked and jerked my body wildly.
He’d occasionally tickle the small of my back, which was just as ticklish at this point, and also lifted the hose and started tickling me at the top of my ass crack. Lord, that area and my ass cheeks were both incredibly sensitive to the touch.
He kept me off guard the entire time, switching his tickling speed and pressure and went from my butt cheeks to my ass crack to my sides, to my spine, my neck, my lower back and then my inner thighs. It was brutal, it was beautiful, it was insane.
He even reached behind him and tickled behind my knees, remembering how I reacted to being tickled on that spot.
I flopped around and tried to squirm away from him but his strength combined with the tickling had me helpless. I was under his control. “I was his ticklish submissive” I thought as he continued tickling me and verbally teasing me.
He had jokingly advised me during one of our chats that a play partner called him the octopus because it felt like eight people’s hands were tickling her. I now knew first hand what she was talking about.
My entire body felt as if it was on fire.
I glanced over at the night table and saw the clock radio. The illuminated numbers showed that I’d only been there for a little over twenty minutes, it already seemed like forever.
He thankfully climbed off the back of my legs, went to the desk and poured me a drink of water.
I relished the break, turning around and sitting upright, already sweaty, breathing heavily, and tingling uncontrollably from head to toe. I realized this was going to be a hell of a workout.
I sipped the water. It quenched my thirst and moistened my dry throat and lips. My heartbeat finally began to slow. It was the quietest it had been since I walked into his room.
He broke the brief silence by asking “you wanted to be totally restrained didn’t you?”
“I’ll only tie you down if being helpless is really what you want.”
“Do you trust me?”
I watched him reach into a dresser drawer, as he spoke to me, and he pulled out a set of Velcro closure cuffs.
I nodded yes as I drank the rest of the water and leaned over to place the plastic cup on the table.
He saw this as another opportunity to tickle me and ran over to the bed and swiftly reached for my vulnerable underarm.
I let out a yelp as he wiggled his fingertips there and I instinctively pulled my arm to my side.
“Ah nice and ticklish there too” he teased.
“Wait until you’re tied down and unable to protect those armpits.”
His words both frightened and excited me and as I watched him reach under the bunting to pull out the hidden rope he’d already attached to the four legs of the king size bed and then reach for one of the restraints near my feet.
He cuffed one of my ankles, tied it securely to the rope so and before moving to the other side of the bed held down my foot at the ankle and scrambled his fingertips over my stocking sole.
I shrieked, caught off guard.
His tickling fingers created sensations that were shocking my system.
“Just testing the restraint” he said as he continued tickling my left foot.
I laughed and squirmed spastically on the bed and finally the tickling subsided.
He cuffed and bound me the same on my right foot and then teased and tickled me ruthlessly.
Both of my legs were spread wide, both feet now were secured and he started tickling them slowly but torturously, first the left, then the right, then both of them at the same time. I bucked and twisted violently especially when he tickled both feet simultaneously. His evil fingers deftly worked their way up under my nylon clad toes, a very sensitive spot, and I squealed loudly. He didn’t miss a spot and I was about to lose my mind as he explored my very ticklish feet.
After an agonizing few minutes of this, he tickled his way up my sheer nylon clad legs, over my tummy and up my sides, making me squirm crazily. He gently pulled one arm out to the end of the bed, held it down & slithered his nails from my the palm of my hand to my underarm. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, shuddering from his touch and before I realized it, he had slipped a cuff on my wrist. He tied it securely to the O ring, as he did with my feet, making sure that my movement would be limited. I knew what was coming next. I tensed up awaiting his ‘bondage test’. It didn’t take long and soon with both ankles and one arm bound, it made his armpit tickling so hard to take. He blocked my other arm from interfering and I had no way to defend myself, no way to escape from those wiggling fingers. My entire body shivered and shook as he ticklishly explored my deep, smooth armpit.
“Know what will make the tickles even more unbearable” he asked.
“A little bit of warm coconut oil. That will make your armpits as slippery and slick as the nylons on your legs and feet” he stated almost nonchalantly as his fingers continued tickling me.
The look on his face as he tortured me was one of pure focus. Sadistic, yet I could see how erotic this was for him, how much tickling me was turning him on. He also saw the wet spot in my thong which now glistened through the sheer crotch of my pantyhose and my erect nipples which formed little tents in the front of my blouse. I couldn’t hide my excitement especially knowing full well that he knew the effect his torture was having on me.
I remember at this point he abruptly stopped, well momentarily anyway, to cuff my other wrist and tie it down to the bed.
He then walked over to the dresser, opened up the drawer and pulled out a jar of coconut oil, walked back over to the bed and placed it on the night table next to me.
He had been tickling me my slipping his hands up the inside of my sleeve but now he stopped that and started to delicately rub the palms of his hands over my sensitive nipples through the thin material of my top.
“Looks like the tickles have gotten someone very excited” he teased as those hands of his fondled the tips of my erect and very sensitive nipples.
My entire body was tingling, and had been since I walked into his room.
Knowing that the nipple tickling turned me on so incredibly he cruelly stopped. His new game was advising me, in a calm, assured voice, as he undid the buttons on my blouse one at a time, just where those fingers of his were going to play and what he planned to do once he finished fully exposing me.
I nervously, but secretly excited, awaited my fate.
Pushing the thin fabric of my blouse aside once every button had been opened, he began tickling my tender nipple tips and the sides of my breasts. His fingers teased, tormented and yes they pleasured me like I’d never before received. I was incredibly horny.
Now tied down on the bed and very vulnerable, he grabbed the jar of coconut oil, opened it and scooped out a generous portion of the semi-solid oil. He warmed it in his hands and then spread it into each of my deep pits. Just rubbing it in tickled hellaciously, with my body already incredibly sensitized, but the underarm tickles that soon followed, accompanied by his continual verbal teasing was about to push me over the edge before our play even really got going.
I was under his spell in less than an hour, his tied, helpless tickle slave, and yes I wanted more.
He tickled my armpits relentlessly and when some of the coconut oil dripped down my sides, his fingers worked it into my soft skin. He tickled my sides and pits, pushing me well past my limits and finally, reading my body language, slowed down and then stopped.
Letting me rest for a few seconds, which allowed me to fully take in my current predicament, he sat on the bed, quietly looked into my eyes and reached over to my chest. I flinched still breathing heavily and shivering involuntarily.
Those long fingers then fanned out across my rib cage, teased my nipples, slid down along the sides of my slick torso, over my hips, around my neck, across my shoulders and into my underarms again. His light but more than effective tickles were erotically tortuous. I moaned and giggled, my body confused and electrified. I squirmed as much as the bondage allowed, unable to stop the tingling sensation that his light tickles had awoken in me.
He changed things up again and began to playful poke my sides and tummy, getting dangerously close to touching my sex, the sensations were almost impossible to bear.
“Someone really loves to be tickled doesn’t she” he chided.
I was unable to explain what his voice, combined with the tickles was doing to me.
Half of me swooned and shivered, even more so when his hands purposely brushed over my crotch as he tickled my tummy and that ultra sensitive spot between my belly button and my sensitive kitty.
The other half of me felt helpless, vulnerable, frightened and afraid that this man would literally tickle me to death. I prayed he’d have mercy on me and stop the torture.
I loved and hated being his tickle toy, something he began to call me as he continued tickling me unapologetically.
He had complete control of me. He knew it. All I could do was lie there and let him have his way with me as he did.
There was something so hot and so primal submitting to this insatiable man. The more he verbally teased me, the more areas he touched and tickled, the more I wanted him to control me and explore me but as delicious as it felt it was absolute torture at the same time. I felt as though I had left my body and was looking down on this man tickling a poor helpless woman way beyond her comfort zone.
His power over me at this point transcended the tickling and now I understood what being tickled but also being mind fucked was all about.
While tickling my belly, he sneakily slid one finger of his other hand up and down the front of the wet nylon fabric covered thong, over my lips and my opening. My juices and the sheer material of the pantyhose covering my satin panty made it super slippery and easy for him to tease me.
His other hand continued tickling my tummy, my nipples and my ribs. He found spots no one before had touched like that.
He alternated tickling my upper body, teasing my neck then my nipples, squeezing my sides, and fingering the delicate spot on the front of my thighs, just above my knees.
“The octopus was hard at work” I thought enveloped in feelings of pleasure and torment.
He slithered his nails along my inner thighs and sensually stroked my thigh creases, wiggling his fingers there to alter the sensations, driving me wild, and then caressed me ticklishly, teasing that magic spot between my legs with his index finger.
When I thought it couldn’t get any hotter, he exposed me further by tearing open the crotch of my pantyhose and pulling the thong aside.
He rhythmically rubbed the exposed tip of my throbbing clitoris.
It was then that I burst through the glass ceiling. The orgasm was one of the most powerful I’d ever experienced and he continued tickling my thighs, my belly and my clitoris. I was beyond sensitive at this point, dizzy, delirious. I arched my back, pulled at my restraints and hung on for dear life as this man tickled me relentlessly for another few minutes.
He finally relented and the torturing/pleasuring of me, thankfully ceased, allowing me to lie there shivering yet satiated. I was unable to comprehend what had just occurred but despite it being so difficult to take I knew that I greedily wanted much more of this.
At the bottom of the bed, where he quietly moved, he began lightly caressing the sides and tops of my feet. My legs shivered at his touch and my tender nylon clad toes scrunched as his fingertips teased between my toes, over my foot tops, around my ankles and slowly slithered up my calves.
“I feel so tinglyI, it’s so, soooo tickly” I barely uttered, moaning, giggling and still catching my breath as he lightly massaged my stocking feet and legs.
I heard him ask me “Are you alright?”
I was unable to answer him, still shivering uncontrollably, I only felt his fingers sensually caressing me.
I was still floating in an incredible afterglow.
“You okay” he asked again as his nails slowly swirled over my stocking soles.
I lifted my head from the pillow to respond and I saw, then felt, his warm lips as they enveloped the big toe of my left foot. He sucked my toe through the sheer pantyhose, and slowly did the same with my other four toes. I moaned and begged for more of this. The strange but erotic sensations that I felt magically worked their way from my toes, up my legs and into my crotch. He licked my smooth, soft stocking sole, traced a finger along my arch and delicately tickled my heel.
I squirmed and wriggled on the bed as he switched feet and took identical liberties with my right foot.
His lips, as they sucked each toe, and his tongue as it slithered up and down my sole was hypnotizing.
His fingers meanwhile teased both of my damp stocking soles, caressed my smooth heel, my curvy arch and my soft stocking clad instep, and it tickled in such sensual fashion, so different than his previous tickling had effected me.
He continued to drizzle his fingers up and down both soles, he kissed and sucked on my toes, nibbled on my insteps and toe pads.
I found myself getting incredibly turned on once more.
His fingers then lightly snaked up my shiny, pantyhose where teased and tickled the fronts, then insides of my spread, shivering legs. His warm, wet tongue followed, working its way up to the open crotch of my hose where he playfully darted his tongue over the hood of my clitoris and licked down one side of my parting lips and up the other side.
He pulled back the hood of my clit and began to softly suck it, swirling his tongue around the base. He caressed my inner thigh with his other hand and I closed my eyes and moaned. I was beyond overwhelmed by the combination and my body shuddered, the result of another intense orgasm.
As before, after my climax, he started to tickle me ruthlessly, taking advantage of my weakened state. I was about to jump out of my skin as his fingers seemed to find every ticklish spot on my body and still tied to the bed there was no escape.
The tickling seemed to go on forever and when he did finally stop the assault, he looked down at me and smiled.
“Oh my God that was so intense.”
“I thought I was going to pass out”
“Mmmm it was so hot” he exclaimed.
He undid the restraints, massaged my wrists and ankles and then laid on the bed next to me.
Turning toward him I asked “You’re such fun to play with can we do it again next time you visit Southern California?”.
He stroked my long hair and laughed.
“Next time? We’re far from done this evening yet my dear.”
