Titillating 2.0
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Hi all, I’ve written a couple stories before for my good friend @butterflytickles and this is one of them. Here she’s exercising her more torturous side, hope you all like it.
The masked robber had no idea that he wouldn’t be as alone as he’d initially hoped when he attempted to steal from the local bakery late one night. But unbeknownst to him, the owner Sara liked to stay after closing hours to roll out some fresh dough which she would then bake the next morning. That same rolling pin was exactly what she used to knock the robber out from behind once she snuck up on him trying to open her cash register. Though she felt scared, she then proceeded to tie the robber up with strong ropes so that the police could later apprehend him. That’s when Sara realized that she could take advantage of the situation and decided that calling the police could wait. The blow to his head had merely knocked him unconscious, and besides, an opportunity like this never came along in life twice. If anything, this would be the perfect way to have some fun while punishing this would-be-thief for his crime. Sara got down on her knees and worked quickly to unlace the man’s boots before removing them completely one after the other. This caused the robber to slowly regain consciousness, which excited her as he began to struggle against his bonds in confusion. “What the- hey! What’s going on?!” he asked, prompting her to look him in the eyes with a wicked smile upon her face. “Call it karma.” she replied, testing his initial sensitivity levels now that he was awake by tickling his ribs. The reaction was almost immediate, causing him to both laugh and pull away at the same time. “Haha hey! Let me go!” he complained. Sara’s eyes lit up as her hopes of him being ticklish had been confirmed, prompting her to tickle his sides vigorously with both hands. “Aww what’s the matter, ticklish?” she taunted, scribbling her fingers all around his midriff area. The robber laughed and twisted trying to get away from her tickling fingers, but his back was literally up against the wall. All he could do was laugh and whine, “Hahaha stop it, I mean it!!” Sara however didn’t take him seriously and moved to tickle his hips, which made him buck his entire body as he laughed, much to her delight. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” she said confidently, now squeezing his hips repeatedly. After a few minutes of exploring his ticklish body, she turned her attention back to his feet, determined to see if they were ticklish too. And they certainly were, even through the socks her nails tickled, enough that the robber’s ankles twitched instinctively. “Knock it off!” he cried, but Sara just got his ankles in a firm headlock and scribbled away at his soles. She was surprisingly strong, and the robber quickly realized he wasn’t going anywhere as he laughed even harder than before. It seemed his feet were very ticklish, more-so without the socks on of course as Sara soon took those off. “Let’s see just how ticklish you are.” she said, fingers scratching his big bare soles and working their way between his toes. “Nohohot my feeet hahahaha! Let me goooo!” he hollered, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. “Aww coochie coochie coo, looks like you’re not so tough after all.” she taunted, stopping only after a few more minutes to let him catch his breath. “Now are you sorry for what you did?” “Screw you, lady.” he muttered between breaths, which upset Sara to the point that she forced him onto his back and sat on his face. She wasn’t planning on letting him go even if he was sorry, but she certainly didn’t take disrespect like this. Now he couldn’t mouth off anymore in this position, and she was free to slip her fingers between the ropes to tickle his vulnerable pits. “You’ll pay for that.” she said, the feeling of his laughter and squirming face against her groin a rather pleasant sensation. Biting her lower lip in ecstasy, she tickled even harder as he was forced to laugh in silence. It wasn’t until she had her satisfaction that she finally got off of him so he wouldn’t be knocked unconscious twice. He was now a whimpering, exhausted mess, much to her delight. Looking at the time and deciding that she wanted to go home now so that this crook could face true justice in the courtroom, she called the cops and explained how she’d subdued a criminal in her bakery. After she hung up, she surmised that there was still a little time left before they got here, so some quick fun could still be had. Slipping off her flats felt good after a long day, and the robber was going to learn just how long a day of work it had been. “Here, shut up and put that mouth of yours to some more good work. Try a sample of my latest dessert why don’t you.” she giggled, forcing him to lick her feet as they waited for the cops to show up while she put his boots back on to erase any suspicion of her actions. He was all but broken before her, licking away so as to not receive any more tickle torture from her. She doubted that he’d be telling anyone what happened tonight and as her feet were licked over she couldn’t help but think to herself that she was glad she’d decided to stay late after work today.
The masked robber had no idea that he wouldn’t be as alone as he’d initially hoped when he attempted to steal from the local bakery late one night. But unbeknownst to him, the owner Sara liked to stay after closing hours to roll out some fresh dough which she would then bake the next morning. That same rolling pin was exactly what she used to knock the robber out from behind once she snuck up on him trying to open her cash register. Though she felt scared, she then proceeded to tie the robber up with strong ropes so that the police could later apprehend him. That’s when Sara realized that she could take advantage of the situation and decided that calling the police could wait. The blow to his head had merely knocked him unconscious, and besides, an opportunity like this never came along in life twice. If anything, this would be the perfect way to have some fun while punishing this would-be-thief for his crime. Sara got down on her knees and worked quickly to unlace the man’s boots before removing them completely one after the other. This caused the robber to slowly regain consciousness, which excited her as he began to struggle against his bonds in confusion. “What the- hey! What’s going on?!” he asked, prompting her to look him in the eyes with a wicked smile upon her face. “Call it karma.” she replied, testing his initial sensitivity levels now that he was awake by tickling his ribs. The reaction was almost immediate, causing him to both laugh and pull away at the same time. “Haha hey! Let me go!” he complained. Sara’s eyes lit up as her hopes of him being ticklish had been confirmed, prompting her to tickle his sides vigorously with both hands. “Aww what’s the matter, ticklish?” she taunted, scribbling her fingers all around his midriff area. The robber laughed and twisted trying to get away from her tickling fingers, but his back was literally up against the wall. All he could do was laugh and whine, “Hahaha stop it, I mean it!!” Sara however didn’t take him seriously and moved to tickle his hips, which made him buck his entire body as he laughed, much to her delight. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” she said confidently, now squeezing his hips repeatedly. After a few minutes of exploring his ticklish body, she turned her attention back to his feet, determined to see if they were ticklish too. And they certainly were, even through the socks her nails tickled, enough that the robber’s ankles twitched instinctively. “Knock it off!” he cried, but Sara just got his ankles in a firm headlock and scribbled away at his soles. She was surprisingly strong, and the robber quickly realized he wasn’t going anywhere as he laughed even harder than before. It seemed his feet were very ticklish, more-so without the socks on of course as Sara soon took those off. “Let’s see just how ticklish you are.” she said, fingers scratching his big bare soles and working their way between his toes. “Nohohot my feeet hahahaha! Let me goooo!” he hollered, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. “Aww coochie coochie coo, looks like you’re not so tough after all.” she taunted, stopping only after a few more minutes to let him catch his breath. “Now are you sorry for what you did?” “Screw you, lady.” he muttered between breaths, which upset Sara to the point that she forced him onto his back and sat on his face. She wasn’t planning on letting him go even if he was sorry, but she certainly didn’t take disrespect like this. Now he couldn’t mouth off anymore in this position, and she was free to slip her fingers between the ropes to tickle his vulnerable pits. “You’ll pay for that.” she said, the feeling of his laughter and squirming face against her groin a rather pleasant sensation. Biting her lower lip in ecstasy, she tickled even harder as he was forced to laugh in silence. It wasn’t until she had her satisfaction that she finally got off of him so he wouldn’t be knocked unconscious twice. He was now a whimpering, exhausted mess, much to her delight. Looking at the time and deciding that she wanted to go home now so that this crook could face true justice in the courtroom, she called the cops and explained how she’d subdued a criminal in her bakery. After she hung up, she surmised that there was still a little time left before they got here, so some quick fun could still be had. Slipping off her flats felt good after a long day, and the robber was going to learn just how long a day of work it had been. “Here, shut up and put that mouth of yours to some more good work. Try a sample of my latest dessert why don’t you.” she giggled, forcing him to lick her feet as they waited for the cops to show up while she put his boots back on to erase any suspicion of her actions. He was all but broken before her, licking away so as to not receive any more tickle torture from her. She doubted that he’d be telling anyone what happened tonight and as her feet were licked over she couldn’t help but think to herself that she was glad she’d decided to stay late after work today.
