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Okay, here is the second part. You should really read the first part to get what is going on. ( read it again any way to refresh your memory ) Here is part one
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=137297
Sorry it took so long, enjoy!
This was too good to wait for. I dug into her stomach gently, raking slowly. She smiled her beautiful smile and gave a little hiss. I bit my lower lip. I could see things so clearly after the blindfold was off, my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. Everything seemed brighter and she seemed more beautiful. I felt the soft, sensitive flesh of her belly. She wiggled a little and she turned her head to the side, slowly, at first. I slowly lifted up her shirt to just below her breasts. She pursed her lips in anticipation. She arched her back accordingly so her shirt would not fall back down. She is helping me! I thought. My heart was a flutter. In the musty van the world seemed to have shrunk down. It was just me and her. My blood was flowing and racing from my tickle session; her heart pounding with anticipation for what would come next. I didn’t keep her waiting.
I slid my fingers down her ribs to her smooth and slightly chubby belly. I stopped at the top of her jeans. She let out little spastic exhalations from her nose as I trailed back up with nail side of my fingers. (I don’t keep my nails long, but they are well kept and smooth) I felt a feeling of euphoria come over me as I repeated this several times. Her resolve was weakening with every stroke. Small titters turned into “Teeheeheehee!” Then she would try to hold it in again. So I began to wiggle my fingers at the base of her ribs. This made her laugh lightly and toss her head back. I felt like lifetimes were going by. And we had just gotten started.
I decided to give her belly some well deserved attention. I began to circle it with my pointer finger. She started to squirm and giggle like mad. I brought down my middle finger to see what would happen. She wiggled her stomach and jumped at the touch of it. This is what makes tickling so amazing to me: The power that one wiggling finger can give you over another person. I circled around her navel making laugh louder and louder. I stopped abruptly, let her recover, and then lightly skittered over her belly with both hands. She began to guffaw making her already jiggling belly shake and quiver. She gave out deep throaty Huh huh huh(s) making me grin. I felt alive like never before. I traveled down to her sides. Her skin was so smooth. It was easy to move from one spot to another. She began to throw her head back and gasp for air. When I realized she was having trouble breathing, I stopped and asked, “You okay?”
She caught her breath and half-said/giggled, “Yehes.”
“Should I stop?” As much as was enjoying myself (and I was) I had no intention of putting her in harms way. After what she had given me so far, I could never hurt her.
“No.” She exhaled sharply. “I’m okay, just… whew… just give me a break every… *exhales*… time I run out of breath. I’m ready.” I leaned down and looked right into the leopard skin print on the blindfold. I than began to tickle her covered yet still sensitive and ticklish armpits. This made her hiss and show her bright and beautiful toothy smile. I grinned and leaned closer so I was on my elbows and hovered above her. I felt her breasts jiggle as she struggled to get away. I lightly caressed her underarms with my fingertips. Then I trailed from just below her elbow down to the hollow of her pits. This made her give out an excited “Ahh!” Then she bucked wildly and broke out into a heart, “Hahahhahahaha!” She began to try and protect herself for the first time. She began to pull down on her restraints to cover her arms. She tried so hard she almost pulled herself up towards the post! She started laughing into the side of her arm. I repeated the dragging tickle with eyes wide as saucers. I moved one hand down and wiggled gently into her belly button to see how sensitive it was. That did it: she threw her head back and gave a strong guffaw with her mouth wide open. I stopped and looked at the beauty on her face as she laughed. She let it all out.
When she calmed down she was still smiling with her top row of teeth showing and looked so cute I couldn’t help it any more. I closed my eyes and leaned in and kissed her lips. She leaned into it and we made out passionately. The rush of tickling and making out was immeasurable. I stroked her cheek and ran my finger through her hair. We kissed for…ever it seems like. I began to kiss her cheek and made my way down to her neck. When I got to the base of her neck I began making fast, random puckering motions. This made her giggle slightly. A new way to tickle, I thought. I continued to trek down to her collar bone and back up to her cheek. She giggled all the while.
I backed away and said, “I wonder if your ears are ticklish.” I always like tickling in different ways. I stroked her right earlobe and she pushed it into her fore arm. She scrunched up her nose and showed that beautiful smile of hers again. I tickled the other one on the inside and she gave out and “Eeep!” “I guess you are!” I exclaimed.
She requested I not do it again because it felt weird. I complied and sat up. “Hmmm,” I mused. I looked at my collection of… implements. I picked up the green “duster” pen. I blew all around her navel. She pursed her lips and sucked in her stomach. I saw she was holding her breath, and even though she was blindfolded, I could swear she was clenching her eyes shut. Then, I began to swirl the feathery end all around her quivering belly. She shook her head and tried to hold it in. I simply continued; calmly and effortlessly spinning the torture device as she struggled with all her might to hold her composure. Just when she looked about to crack, I let up. Two seconds later, I leaned down and blew a raspberry right on her belly button. She let out a scream of laughter. It was so loud, had we not been isolated, some one would have come running to help. I kind motor boated around her belly to add some intensity. She couldn’t escape screamed and flailed and had no way of escaping. I was in true ecstasy. She was being tortured and was allowing me to continue. She never said (or couldn’t articulate) no or asked me to stop. I let up and let her get out some belly laughs.
I gave her some time to cool down. Then I positioned myself on my stomach so I was lying down. I covered her belly in tiny kisses. This made her coo instead of giggle. I pecked all around her navel with my lips. She gave off soft little giggles before blowing another raspberry. She let out a deep laugh or two and I moved down to her thighs.
I started to rake my fingers at the tops of her thighs. She was wearing jeans which were snug and lay comfortably over her skin. They were not tight jeans, just snug. This made her sensitivity equated to if she had no pants on at all. This made her give off more of those deep, throaty laughs and throw her head back. I slowly tortured her thighs many different ways. I extended all my fingers and clutched them together, then expanded and repeated the process with one hand on each thigh; I gently squeezed the areas above her knees and gauged her reaction on each; I kneaded at her knees; I softly pinched randomly around the tops and outsides of her thighs while I chirped, “Nip! Nip! Nip!” This was very fun for me; for her, not so much. I had to stop several times to let her catch her breath.
I began scratching at the inside of her thighs just above the knees. This made her give off several breathy, “Ho-ho-ho!” I started to head north with a wicked smile on my face. The, “Ho-ho-ho,” turned into, “Who-whoo-who-hooooooOOOO! Stop! Stop! Stop!” This is first time she asked me to desist with such urgency. I stopped with concern.
“What, to sensitive?” I asked.
She drew in a breath, “Yeah,” she struggled for composure. “But, not sensitive in the ticklish way. Heh heh.” It dawned on me exactly what she meant.
“Oohhh! I see, yes. Of course.” I decided to move else where. I didn’t want things going to far. I hadn’t even gotten to second base with her yet. And I do consider myself a gentleman. So, I behaved myself and moved to a new spot. I brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on her cheek away. “I’ll stay away from there!” As “there” came out of my mouth I began slowly scratching at her plump love handles. She went back to her throaty guffawing and throwing her head back and trying to escape from her bonds. It was easy to enjoy even knowing I just found a slight turn-on for her. I would have to remember that for another time.
I spent a few more minutes one her knees and decided to go for the finale. I turned my gaze from her laughing face down to her feet. I stopped tickling her so she could catch her breath. Then I lied down on my stomach along her body with my face just next to her feet. I wrapped an arm around her ankles and began to take of her socks. She always wore fluffy, wooly socks. This allowed for comfort as well as kept her feet smooth and free of calluses. The ladder was not a goal of hers, but it worked to my advantage due to the situation. I slowly removed her left sock. It slid of easily because it fit a little loose. The socks kept her feet warm and tender to the touch. Her toenails were polish and flawless. I could feel her tense up as I brought my fingers to her foot. I found her young feet were slick as my pointer finger traced down from the arch to the ball of her foot. She tried to pull away and I tightened my grip on her ankles.
“Oh no, I’m not done yet!” I began to clutch at her heel with my fingernails. This made her give out yelps of distress. I took my middle finger and made it glide up the outside of her foot. I brought over the tops of her toes and around the arch and down the ball in a full circle. I felt her shake and listened to her laugh and giggle. I scratched at the inside of her feet. They were soft and fleshy and responded to the touch so beautifully. All she could do was giggle and shake her head back and forth. The music I was inspiring to make with my touch was gorgeous. My first experience of foot tickling with bondage, even now the thought of it excites me.
I scratched at her still socked right foot. This made her jerk and twitch. I scratched hard at the instep and arch. This made her hiss and make a sizzle like noise. She seemed very sensitive even through the sock! But it seemed like the sock was dampening the tickling. That simply won’t do! I thought. I slowly removed her right sock. Her feet unsocked together were supple and clean. I couldn’t wait to ‘dig in’, as it were.
I lightly rubbed the area below her right pinkie toe. She squealed immediately. It was music to my ears. I skittered all around her feet with both hands. All she could was scrunch her feet and laugh and laugh and laugh. She threw back her head and let out her throaty guffaws. I would have to let her breath every once and while. I came to enjoy pausing as it let me mix in an element of surprise. I got on my elbows
I danced from foot to foot. Scratching and scribbling. Skittering and digging. Always changing technique as I went. I was flushed and euphoric. I savored every sound and movement. This was amazing. It must have been maddening for her. This is was truly, in the most literal sense, a dream come true: a cute girl willing to be tied and tickled by me, and so sensitive and receptive. Truly bliss.
The best part was that my fingers, against all odds, had stayed smooth and uncalused. This meant I didn’t have to worry about being too rough! I had free range to be as dastardly as I pleased! When her I gazed at her feet, I felt a sudden urge inside me. She knew I had a mild (very mild) foot fetish. I had always been curious about foot worship and had admitted this to her. She said, “Maybe….Someday.” And I felt a little courageous. I stopped and let her catch her breath. I urged out, “Hun? Remember that… foot… thing I told you I had?” Knowing my awkward way of speaking when I got nervous, she read my question the way I meant to phrase it. Then she answered.
“Not today.” My heart sank a little, admittedly. “I’m not ready.” I understood. Besides we were having enough fun. So, I waited. I could respect her wish if she didn’t want to try it…yet.
Oh, well. I thought. Time for the toys! I reached over and grabbed the toothbrush. I thought her toes could use some cleaning. I scrubbed the top of each toe. Either out of exhaustion or wishing to placate me, she had stopped struggling at this point. She just laughed and laughed, never asking me to stop. I used the feather pen and all the toys on her feet. All my senses were elicited by her sweet giggles.
Eventually, I decided she had had enough. For I knew then, I could never have enough. I snaked my way up from her feet to her head, tickling every ticklish spot one more time on the way up. I undid the cuffs and removed the mask. That beautiful smile was still on her face. Our eyes met and I smiled back. I nonchalantly said, “Well, that was fun.” She reached up and pulled me to her. Our lips met. She was shaken but not defeated. She still wanted more. She slid her hands down and tickled my sides. I yelped in pleasant surprise. She pushed me over and rolled on top of me. We kissed and necked for a little while longer with little tickles thrown in. Keeping up with her was like work; staying happy with her was like an art. The art of being young is the best work. (Okay, I have no idea where that came from, but I effuse to erase it) I didn’t want to, but eventually we got up and returned to our lives and the outside world.
Just before leaving, I thought it couldn’t get better than this. But, I was wrong.
DIAMOND HEART
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?t=137297
Sorry it took so long, enjoy!
This was too good to wait for. I dug into her stomach gently, raking slowly. She smiled her beautiful smile and gave a little hiss. I bit my lower lip. I could see things so clearly after the blindfold was off, my eyes had adjusted to the lack of light. Everything seemed brighter and she seemed more beautiful. I felt the soft, sensitive flesh of her belly. She wiggled a little and she turned her head to the side, slowly, at first. I slowly lifted up her shirt to just below her breasts. She pursed her lips in anticipation. She arched her back accordingly so her shirt would not fall back down. She is helping me! I thought. My heart was a flutter. In the musty van the world seemed to have shrunk down. It was just me and her. My blood was flowing and racing from my tickle session; her heart pounding with anticipation for what would come next. I didn’t keep her waiting.
I slid my fingers down her ribs to her smooth and slightly chubby belly. I stopped at the top of her jeans. She let out little spastic exhalations from her nose as I trailed back up with nail side of my fingers. (I don’t keep my nails long, but they are well kept and smooth) I felt a feeling of euphoria come over me as I repeated this several times. Her resolve was weakening with every stroke. Small titters turned into “Teeheeheehee!” Then she would try to hold it in again. So I began to wiggle my fingers at the base of her ribs. This made her laugh lightly and toss her head back. I felt like lifetimes were going by. And we had just gotten started.
I decided to give her belly some well deserved attention. I began to circle it with my pointer finger. She started to squirm and giggle like mad. I brought down my middle finger to see what would happen. She wiggled her stomach and jumped at the touch of it. This is what makes tickling so amazing to me: The power that one wiggling finger can give you over another person. I circled around her navel making laugh louder and louder. I stopped abruptly, let her recover, and then lightly skittered over her belly with both hands. She began to guffaw making her already jiggling belly shake and quiver. She gave out deep throaty Huh huh huh(s) making me grin. I felt alive like never before. I traveled down to her sides. Her skin was so smooth. It was easy to move from one spot to another. She began to throw her head back and gasp for air. When I realized she was having trouble breathing, I stopped and asked, “You okay?”
She caught her breath and half-said/giggled, “Yehes.”
“Should I stop?” As much as was enjoying myself (and I was) I had no intention of putting her in harms way. After what she had given me so far, I could never hurt her.
“No.” She exhaled sharply. “I’m okay, just… whew… just give me a break every… *exhales*… time I run out of breath. I’m ready.” I leaned down and looked right into the leopard skin print on the blindfold. I than began to tickle her covered yet still sensitive and ticklish armpits. This made her hiss and show her bright and beautiful toothy smile. I grinned and leaned closer so I was on my elbows and hovered above her. I felt her breasts jiggle as she struggled to get away. I lightly caressed her underarms with my fingertips. Then I trailed from just below her elbow down to the hollow of her pits. This made her give out an excited “Ahh!” Then she bucked wildly and broke out into a heart, “Hahahhahahaha!” She began to try and protect herself for the first time. She began to pull down on her restraints to cover her arms. She tried so hard she almost pulled herself up towards the post! She started laughing into the side of her arm. I repeated the dragging tickle with eyes wide as saucers. I moved one hand down and wiggled gently into her belly button to see how sensitive it was. That did it: she threw her head back and gave a strong guffaw with her mouth wide open. I stopped and looked at the beauty on her face as she laughed. She let it all out.
When she calmed down she was still smiling with her top row of teeth showing and looked so cute I couldn’t help it any more. I closed my eyes and leaned in and kissed her lips. She leaned into it and we made out passionately. The rush of tickling and making out was immeasurable. I stroked her cheek and ran my finger through her hair. We kissed for…ever it seems like. I began to kiss her cheek and made my way down to her neck. When I got to the base of her neck I began making fast, random puckering motions. This made her giggle slightly. A new way to tickle, I thought. I continued to trek down to her collar bone and back up to her cheek. She giggled all the while.
I backed away and said, “I wonder if your ears are ticklish.” I always like tickling in different ways. I stroked her right earlobe and she pushed it into her fore arm. She scrunched up her nose and showed that beautiful smile of hers again. I tickled the other one on the inside and she gave out and “Eeep!” “I guess you are!” I exclaimed.
She requested I not do it again because it felt weird. I complied and sat up. “Hmmm,” I mused. I looked at my collection of… implements. I picked up the green “duster” pen. I blew all around her navel. She pursed her lips and sucked in her stomach. I saw she was holding her breath, and even though she was blindfolded, I could swear she was clenching her eyes shut. Then, I began to swirl the feathery end all around her quivering belly. She shook her head and tried to hold it in. I simply continued; calmly and effortlessly spinning the torture device as she struggled with all her might to hold her composure. Just when she looked about to crack, I let up. Two seconds later, I leaned down and blew a raspberry right on her belly button. She let out a scream of laughter. It was so loud, had we not been isolated, some one would have come running to help. I kind motor boated around her belly to add some intensity. She couldn’t escape screamed and flailed and had no way of escaping. I was in true ecstasy. She was being tortured and was allowing me to continue. She never said (or couldn’t articulate) no or asked me to stop. I let up and let her get out some belly laughs.
I gave her some time to cool down. Then I positioned myself on my stomach so I was lying down. I covered her belly in tiny kisses. This made her coo instead of giggle. I pecked all around her navel with my lips. She gave off soft little giggles before blowing another raspberry. She let out a deep laugh or two and I moved down to her thighs.
I started to rake my fingers at the tops of her thighs. She was wearing jeans which were snug and lay comfortably over her skin. They were not tight jeans, just snug. This made her sensitivity equated to if she had no pants on at all. This made her give off more of those deep, throaty laughs and throw her head back. I slowly tortured her thighs many different ways. I extended all my fingers and clutched them together, then expanded and repeated the process with one hand on each thigh; I gently squeezed the areas above her knees and gauged her reaction on each; I kneaded at her knees; I softly pinched randomly around the tops and outsides of her thighs while I chirped, “Nip! Nip! Nip!” This was very fun for me; for her, not so much. I had to stop several times to let her catch her breath.
I began scratching at the inside of her thighs just above the knees. This made her give off several breathy, “Ho-ho-ho!” I started to head north with a wicked smile on my face. The, “Ho-ho-ho,” turned into, “Who-whoo-who-hooooooOOOO! Stop! Stop! Stop!” This is first time she asked me to desist with such urgency. I stopped with concern.
“What, to sensitive?” I asked.
She drew in a breath, “Yeah,” she struggled for composure. “But, not sensitive in the ticklish way. Heh heh.” It dawned on me exactly what she meant.
“Oohhh! I see, yes. Of course.” I decided to move else where. I didn’t want things going to far. I hadn’t even gotten to second base with her yet. And I do consider myself a gentleman. So, I behaved myself and moved to a new spot. I brushed a lock of hair that had fallen on her cheek away. “I’ll stay away from there!” As “there” came out of my mouth I began slowly scratching at her plump love handles. She went back to her throaty guffawing and throwing her head back and trying to escape from her bonds. It was easy to enjoy even knowing I just found a slight turn-on for her. I would have to remember that for another time.
I spent a few more minutes one her knees and decided to go for the finale. I turned my gaze from her laughing face down to her feet. I stopped tickling her so she could catch her breath. Then I lied down on my stomach along her body with my face just next to her feet. I wrapped an arm around her ankles and began to take of her socks. She always wore fluffy, wooly socks. This allowed for comfort as well as kept her feet smooth and free of calluses. The ladder was not a goal of hers, but it worked to my advantage due to the situation. I slowly removed her left sock. It slid of easily because it fit a little loose. The socks kept her feet warm and tender to the touch. Her toenails were polish and flawless. I could feel her tense up as I brought my fingers to her foot. I found her young feet were slick as my pointer finger traced down from the arch to the ball of her foot. She tried to pull away and I tightened my grip on her ankles.
“Oh no, I’m not done yet!” I began to clutch at her heel with my fingernails. This made her give out yelps of distress. I took my middle finger and made it glide up the outside of her foot. I brought over the tops of her toes and around the arch and down the ball in a full circle. I felt her shake and listened to her laugh and giggle. I scratched at the inside of her feet. They were soft and fleshy and responded to the touch so beautifully. All she could do was giggle and shake her head back and forth. The music I was inspiring to make with my touch was gorgeous. My first experience of foot tickling with bondage, even now the thought of it excites me.
I scratched at her still socked right foot. This made her jerk and twitch. I scratched hard at the instep and arch. This made her hiss and make a sizzle like noise. She seemed very sensitive even through the sock! But it seemed like the sock was dampening the tickling. That simply won’t do! I thought. I slowly removed her right sock. Her feet unsocked together were supple and clean. I couldn’t wait to ‘dig in’, as it were.
I lightly rubbed the area below her right pinkie toe. She squealed immediately. It was music to my ears. I skittered all around her feet with both hands. All she could was scrunch her feet and laugh and laugh and laugh. She threw back her head and let out her throaty guffaws. I would have to let her breath every once and while. I came to enjoy pausing as it let me mix in an element of surprise. I got on my elbows
I danced from foot to foot. Scratching and scribbling. Skittering and digging. Always changing technique as I went. I was flushed and euphoric. I savored every sound and movement. This was amazing. It must have been maddening for her. This is was truly, in the most literal sense, a dream come true: a cute girl willing to be tied and tickled by me, and so sensitive and receptive. Truly bliss.
The best part was that my fingers, against all odds, had stayed smooth and uncalused. This meant I didn’t have to worry about being too rough! I had free range to be as dastardly as I pleased! When her I gazed at her feet, I felt a sudden urge inside me. She knew I had a mild (very mild) foot fetish. I had always been curious about foot worship and had admitted this to her. She said, “Maybe….Someday.” And I felt a little courageous. I stopped and let her catch her breath. I urged out, “Hun? Remember that… foot… thing I told you I had?” Knowing my awkward way of speaking when I got nervous, she read my question the way I meant to phrase it. Then she answered.
“Not today.” My heart sank a little, admittedly. “I’m not ready.” I understood. Besides we were having enough fun. So, I waited. I could respect her wish if she didn’t want to try it…yet.
Oh, well. I thought. Time for the toys! I reached over and grabbed the toothbrush. I thought her toes could use some cleaning. I scrubbed the top of each toe. Either out of exhaustion or wishing to placate me, she had stopped struggling at this point. She just laughed and laughed, never asking me to stop. I used the feather pen and all the toys on her feet. All my senses were elicited by her sweet giggles.
Eventually, I decided she had had enough. For I knew then, I could never have enough. I snaked my way up from her feet to her head, tickling every ticklish spot one more time on the way up. I undid the cuffs and removed the mask. That beautiful smile was still on her face. Our eyes met and I smiled back. I nonchalantly said, “Well, that was fun.” She reached up and pulled me to her. Our lips met. She was shaken but not defeated. She still wanted more. She slid her hands down and tickled my sides. I yelped in pleasant surprise. She pushed me over and rolled on top of me. We kissed and necked for a little while longer with little tickles thrown in. Keeping up with her was like work; staying happy with her was like an art. The art of being young is the best work. (Okay, I have no idea where that came from, but I effuse to erase it) I didn’t want to, but eventually we got up and returned to our lives and the outside world.
Just before leaving, I thought it couldn’t get better than this. But, I was wrong.
DIAMOND HEART
