Storm Tickler
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A bit of a long one here, although essentially two distinct parts (P1: m/f, P2: f/f)- thought it best to keep together to avoid flooding the board with more multiple part stories. Second part has a lot more tickling than the first. Enjoy.
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Adam couldn’t believe his luck as the blonde at the nightclub reciprocated his clumsy kiss. The girl was gorgeous, and way out of his league- if it wasn’t for copious amounts of Dutch courage he would have been scared to even approach her. She was short, barely 5’3, with green eyes that seemed to reflect the dizzying lights of the dance floor. A tight black dress hugged her petite body, accentuating her flat stomach and perky looking breasts that seemed to ready to spill from the fabric at a moment’s notice.
“I don’t really go for guys like you,” she giggled. “I’m Lexi, by the way.”
Adam almost didn’t catch the last part. “What do you mean, guys like me?” he said, hands his resting on her swaying hips.
“You know, poor. Common.”
He almost released her. He had expected a comment about his average appearance. Not about his wealth. They were both students, but clearly his slightly frayed Walmart clothes made his background obvious. She was obviously from wealth, based off her Gucci shoulder bag and jewellery.
“I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said, forcing a laugh.
Lexi just shrugged. So she was a bitch. Whatever. Adam had no real expectations lasting beyond the night, a night that probably only last five minutes if he pulled her- she was hotter than any girl he’d slept with before.
“Look, er, you want to head back to mine,” he asked, cutting to the chase.
“No,” she said with cool eyes. “I doubt the décor of your bedroom would stimulate me. We’ll get a taxi back to mine instead.”
Fine, whatever.
Five minutes later they bundled into a taxi bound for campus. The driver was stoic- ferrying drunk horny students around had never been his career goal.
“Back home I’d have daddy’s chauffeur of course,” said Lexi loudly. “Far better than a stinking taxi. Of course Rodrigo- our driver- gets paid well, so he’s expected to keep the car clean.”
“Right,” said Adam. Lexi was clearly quite the spoiled little princess. Adam imagined the taxi driver felt the same, although a quick glance to the rear-view mirror gave no indication that the driver had felt offended by Lexi’s comment.
Adam slipped an arm around Lexi’s waist. She didn’t reciprocate with any warmth- for her this was clearly just another night. As the taxi then hit a bump in the road Adam accidentally squeezed Lexi’s side. The blonde squealed, practically jolting out of her skin.
“You ticklish or something?” Adam asked with a smile. This time the taxi driver did react- a smirk.
“Yes, and I hate it,” Lexi replied with a glare. “So if you try again I will pepper spray you. That’s not a joke, so don’t think I won’t.”
“Alright, alright,” said Adam, taken aback by how aggressive she sounded. She was quite different from his high-school girlfriend, a bookish girl who almost seemed to like it when he’d playfully tickle her when they fooled around.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the student housing block Lexi lived at. She removed herself from the taxi rapidly, and was at her building’s front door before Adam had even undone his seatbelt, forcing him to pay for the entire fare.
“Watch out for that one,” the driver said as Adam left the vehicle. He gave an awkward laugh in return, and went after Lexi, who was drunkenly swaying against the door, having just dropped her keys.
Helping her in, they entered the empty elevator destined for Lexi’s room on floor 6. On the way up Lexi pushed him into the corner with her arms around his neck, and began making out with him. Her tongue tasted of vodka. With her breasts pressed against him, Adam grew rock hard immediately, which she surely felt. Yeah, he reassured himself, she seemed a shitty person, and he probably wouldn’t get the taxi money back, but this would be worth it.
His hands caressed her back, and as the elevator neared its destination, one of his hands accidentally brushed against Lexi’s left armpit, left bare by the dress and exposed by her position. She immediately gave a mix between a cackle and a shriek, and brought one of her knees up between his legs, making him gasp and slide halfway down the elevator wall.
“I told you not to fucking tickle me,” she snapped as he tried to regain his breath. Why was he still so hard whilst in such pain?
“It was an accident,” he protested through gasps.
“Look, I’m the hottest fucking girl you’ll ever get this close to, so don’t ruin it,” she said. “So man up, you pussy.”
Adam groaned, straightening as the door opened. Lexi took his hand, escorting him to the door opposite. She unlocked it, taking him inside.
Her room was not what he expected- it was a complete dump. Adam had expected it to reflect her prissy personality, with everything clean and neatly ordered. Instead dirty clothes coated the floor, unwashed plates and cutlery were stacked and teetering on the desk, and wineglasses with what looked like mould in them were perched on top of books and electronic devices. Clearly, without a regular maid or cleaner, this girl did not know how to look after herself. Adam was sorely tempted to make a snarky remark about this, but bit his tongue, not willing to risk his chances now.
Lexi dumped her bag on the floor, kicked off her heels, and wiggled out of her tight black dress that fell down to her ankles. Adam’s jaw was on the floor as he took in the sight of her body- perfect breasts propped up by a lacy black bra, a very toned stomach, shapely hips, matching lace panties that showed a little cameltoe, and slender legs that looked long despite her short height. Lexi then jumped back on her bed, resting her very cute and very small bare feet on the bed’s old fashioned iron footboard- a staple of student accommodation. “You coming,” she said, more a command than a question. She wiggled her red-polishes toes as she spoke.
“Hell yeah,” said Adam, stepping forwards and then pausing as he heard a muffle crack. He looked down to see what he had trodden on- a pair of handcuffs with fuzzy black material around the metal. He bent down to pick it up. “Umm?” he asked, holding them up.
Lexi laughed. “I like tying guys up. Being in control whilst I ride them and taking their power away turns me on.”
Adam gulped- he would not trust this girl to tie him up- one wrong word and she’d be kicking him in the balls again. Then, with alcohol still coursing through his veins, he did something daring. He sat by her ankles, and fixed one part of the cuffs to the metal of the bed frame, clicking it shut. Lexi raised her eyebrows, and her eyes then widened as he quickly fixed the other part of her handcuffs around her left ankle.
“No,” she said forcefully with pursed lips. “Undo that now or I’ll call the cops.”
“Woah, woah relax,” said Adam quickly, taken aback. “Why not switch it around, just for tonight?”
“I don’t let people tie me down. I have a reputation.”
“Like I’d tell anyone. Who’d believe me anyway, that a guy like me got with a girl like you who looks like a model and convinced her to let me tie her up.” She looked reflective for a moment- it was the kind of logic she could follow. “I’ve always wanted to try this with someone as hot as you,” Adam continued, “If you agree, I’ll take you out for dinner tomorrow anywhere in town you like. No strings attached.” Adam had a feeling that whilst she came from wealth, her ‘daddy’ did little to actually support her, and she would be taken by the chance to go to whatever expensive restaurant she pleased. Even if it meant Adam had to live off brown bread and carrots for all semester after. “Plus,” he added, “with your legs held apart it will be easier for me to go down on you.”
“Fine, whatever,” she said, hiccupping. “The rest of the cuffs are down there.” She pointed to a miscellaneous heap on the floor. Adam sifted through them fishing out three more sets of cuffs, two of which were covered in the same black fabric, the last in a neon pink material. He had no idea where the keys were, and right now, he didn’t care.
Three minutes later he had Lexi restrained and stretched out across her bed spread eagles, legs pulled out with the ankles restrained to the footboard, arms pulled up to the headrest. Adam’s erection was threatening to rip his pants apart as she looked up at him, her smoking and tight body his for the night.
Adam removed his shirt and pants, and Lexi gave the slightest smirk as she saw his boxers propped up like a tent. He clambered on top of her, kissed her lips, and then began kissing down her body- down her neck, her collarbones, against the fabric of her bra. When his lips brushed her stomach she began giggling and squirming.
“Q-quit that it t-tickles hehe!”
“You really are ticklish, aren’t you,” Adam teased.
“Yes, so stop,” she said with narrowed eyes, regaining herself. Adam realised he could fully take advantage of this is he wanted, but even tied up she intimidated him a little. Then she said something that pushed him over. “You’re lucky I’m even letting trailer trash like you touch me.”
“Fuck you,” said Adam, as anger flared in him. “You’ve been a bitch all night and I’ve been putting up with this.”
“Please, only to sleep with me. A change from fucking your sister in your meth caravan I suppose.”
“Fuck you,” said Adam again, growing red. He would never have hit her, but he wanted to punish her, to make her eat her own words. So he sat up, and plunged all ten of his fingers into her exposed ribcage, tickling manically.
The result was instantaneous, and she thrashed as though electrocuted. “Ohohoh don’t you fucking dare you creep hahahahaha you are so fucking dead hahahaha.”
“Laugh it up bitch,” Adam said, probing between each vulnerable rib and sending her reeling into hysterics. “Prissy rich girl can’t take a little tickling, huh? Man up.”
His erection grow even firmer as she cackled beneath him.
“I will hahahaha sue you I will hahahaah fucking sue you, and your hahahaah stop HAHAHA your bitch ***** of a mother will never afford your release ahahah bail from jail.”
He could have slapped her, but instead moved down to her sides, sending her into fresh peals of desperate laughter.
“I will hahahaah tell the college about this. They’ll hahahahaaha kick you out.”
Adam stopped momentarily as Lexi caught her breath. He felt slightly more sober now. What she was hinting at was right- this would not look good if she reported him, not good at all. And she surely would report him too.
“Right,” she panted. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”
“With pleasure,” Adam snapped, sliding from the bed and picking up his discarded clothes. He’d put them on outside, he couldn’t bear to be in this trashtip of a room with this vile girl any longer.
“Wait you moron, untie me,” Lexi said as he starting heading for the door. Adam paused, picked up a pair of her old panties that lay discarded on the floor, lightly tickled her stomach which made her squeak with laughter, and with her mouth open stuff the panties in, effectively gagging her. A look of hatred flashed across her eyes, and he heard muffled swearing from behind her gag.
Adam said nothing, enjoying her protests as he left and closed the door behind him. Someone would find her- it was a cleaning inspection tomorrow anyway, and he enjoyed the thought of one of the campus cleaners discovering her in her predicament.
Sighing, he called the elevator. Even though he hadn’t gone fourth base with this dream girl, he’d least enjoyed making her suffer. As the elevator pinged open, and with his erection still not subsiding, Adam reluctantly accepted he’d have to relieve his blue balls in the usual way tonight. At least he had the image of the tied and ticklish Lexi in her hot lingerie fresh in his mind to get off to…
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Part 2, f/f:
Seven hours later, and Lexi woke up the next morning groggily. Luckily for her she seemed to have been spared a hangover, although was in desperate need of needing to pee- why hadn’t she gone before that psychopath had tied her up? She groaned loudly, rattling the handcuffs. No one had ever dare treat her this way before. She’d managed to get several of her father’s staff fired just for looking at her lustfully before- yet this boy from the god-end of nowhere had managed to tickle her half to death, humiliate her, and leave her tied to her own bed, whilst getting away with it. She was angry, and wanted justice. But more than anything she wanted to get out so she could take a piss and a shower.
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Brandy approached floor 6 with dread. The forty-eight year old cleaner had spent the best part of the morning working her way around this block, floor by floor, cleaning filth-crusted showers and vacuuming grim carpets and getting on her hands and knees to clean all manner of trash that many students had coated their rooms in. But a lot of those rooms were nothing compared to what Brandy was anticipating with the one through the doorway ahead. Room 6A belonged to Lexi Bannerman, the type of preppy blonde she’d despised when she’d been at high school herself. Lexi’s room was often the worst, piled high with trash and dirt- Brandy still hadn’t recovered from the mould growing on crockery during the last inspection. She could give fines, of course, but those went to the parents who if rich would paid those with little thought, leading to Brandy having to still clean the mess with aching limbs.
Just as bad was Lexi’s attitude- the girl was always in her room whenever Brandy did inspections, and always blanked the cleaner, instead lying back on her phone, pedicured bare feet resting on her bed with the soles facing her- perhaps Brandy had read too much into that, but she took the message there to be “that’s where you belong, beneath my feet.” Lexi’s attitude seemed to support that sentiment however- the first and only time Brandy had tried making conversation, the blonde had quickly replied with “I don’t speak to cleaners,” without even looking up from her expensive iPhone.
Brandy sighed before unlocking the door, smoothing back her scraggly, greying auburn hair that kept threatening to escape the confines of the bun. She still had three floors to go after this, and she wasn’t as thin and healthy as she once was. She unlocked the door, and had to push it hard to open it wide enough for her cleaning trolley to fit in- it was not that the door was heavy, but that it had been blocked by a pile of dirty clothes.
As Brandy closed the door and took in the room that was as disgusting as ever (despite multiple fines), a puzzling and curious, yet amusing sight befell the middle aged woman’s eyes. The bratty blonde was here, as she had anticipated, but had been cuffed to her bed and gagged by what appeared to be her in own underwear. Brandy eyed up the young woman’s lingerie clad body with jealousy, wishing her own figure looked half that good.
Lexi tried calling out but the gag muffled her voice. Surely this cleaner would let her out, even if she resented the idea of this older woman having her dirty calloused hands anywhere near her. But Brandy had other ideas. She was enjoying seeing the obnoxious Lexi in a humiliating position, and decided to keep her like that. A bit of humility wouldn’t hurt, Brandy reasoned.
“I know you refuse to speak to me, but gagging yourself to avoid talking seems a bit extreme,” Brandy clucked, as she began picking up items of clothing and odd shoes from the floor and moving them onto a chair. Lexi just rattled the handcuffs angrily, furious at the audacity of this lowly minimum wage worker.
“You knew there was an inspection,” continued Brandy, enjoying her captive audience, “and yet you’re just lying around in bed instead of preparing your room in advance.” Brandy picked up the feather duster from her cleaning trolley, deciding to dust the shelves first to save her back the effort of picking more clothes up. As she removed the blue-feathered instrument from its holding, she took in the bound girl’s bare feet, helpless again the bed’s iron frame, and a smile cross Brandy’s face. Feet that smooth and well-pedicured had to be at least a little sensitive.
“And look how dusty this place is, why even your feet look dirty.” Brandy stood by the end of the bed, towering over the diminutive Lexi, and then began running the duster over the girl’s helpless left foot.
Immediately spluttering giggles slipped through the gag as her toes curled. Brandy grinned a toothy grin- the prissy blonde had ticklish feet. She kept up the feathering for several minutes, switching feet if the squirming and indignant giggling mixed with incoherent angry sounds lessened. Brandy enjoyed watching Lexi try in vain to pull her legs away, only for the cuffs to leave the smooth and sensitive skin of her soles vulnerable against the feathers’ caress.
Lexi herself was furious- her feet had always been horribly ticklish, and now this cleaner of all people was exploiting that fact. It had been bad enough with her last pedicurist, who had made Lexi cackle whilst getting overzealous with the pumice stone- at least then Lexi had been free to ‘accidentally’ kick the assailant in the face, giving her a bloody nose. Here she couldn’t even do that, and had no way of even threatening this woman. Even worse, the need to pee was growing, and it was hard to concentrate on holding it in when her sensitive soles were being attacked.
“Such cute little toes,” Brandy teased, now holding Lexi’s right foot still with one hand and running the feather duster through and around the squirming digits. “Fresh polish?” Brandy enjoyed how freely the giggles flowed from the girl’s mouth- she clearly had no control over her ticklishness. Brandy also enjoyed how indignant and frustrated the giggles were- it was also clear Lexi was not used to being tickled.
“But oh no, these feet still seem dusty- perhaps we need heavier equipment.” Brandy put the duster to one side and picked up the thick brush belonging to the dustpan from the trolley. She held it up just long enough for Lexi to see, making the girl’s eyes widen.
Grinning, Brandy against held the squirming foot still, and with her other hand brushed the bristles horizontally across the arch of the girl’s sole as if sawing wood. Lexi gave a loud squeal and what was likely a stream of cuss words. Perfect. Brandy repeated the motion, quickening the pace, and now loud, spluttering laughter was caught up in the gag- laughter that made it seem like Lexi was surprised at just how ticklish she really was. Brandy again kept switching feet if the laughter seemed to subside- it always rose again if she switched targets.
“Such adorable feet,” Brandy remarked as Lexi practically howled with laughter. “And so ticklish! I have a daughter around your age, you know. Sometimes when she refuses to get up in the morning I tickle her bare feet until she’s out of bed- she can hardly take it, and she’s not even as half ticklish as you!”
Lexi barely heard Brandy’s words, the unbearable ticklish sensations filling her mind, that was still partly concentrated on ensuring bladder control. Wetting herself in front of the cleaner would be the ultimate humiliation.
A few more minutes passed, and the foot tickling stopped. Brandy then moved to sit beside Lexi on the bed, and eyed up and down her body. “I bet the guys all love you,” she said, poking Lexi’s ribs and making her jolt. Lexi hated how her body betrayed her with these reactions. “Oh look, those little titties seem to jiggle when I do this.” Brandy poked the girl’s ribs several more times, watching the girl’s breasts bounce just a little.
“You really do look after yourself, don’t you,” Brandy remarked, seeing the smooth hollows of Lexi’s hairless and outstretched armpits. “Must leave them awful sensitive.” Brandy plunged both hands into Lexi’s underarms, making the girl wail with loud and unexpected laughter. She could barely move her arms at all, leaving her pits entirely at the vengeful cleaner’s mercy. Numerous insults came to Lexi’s mind- most of them unoriginal and relating to the ‘trailer trash’ terms she had applied to Adam previously.
“So, where else would a stuck up sorority girl be ticklish, hmm? I assume everywhere, but this tummy is surely a sensitive spot?”
Lexi rolled her eyes at the word ‘tummy’, and then began giggling again as Brandy scratched her stubby nails over the helpless quivering flesh before her. Lexi’s stomach had always been especially bad, and now it was entirely vulnerable to the crazed woman before her.
“I think you’re very ticklish here, aren’t you,” laughed Brandy as Lexi spewed forth more spluttering indignant cackles. “Cootchie cootchie coo, look at you squirm! Kitchy kitchy, let’s try that belly button!” Brandy’s left index finger slipped inside the indent, making Lexi practically scream. Indeed, in that moment Lexi’s tongue managed to force the gag out, which was followed by a string of threats and loud laughter.
“You fucking cheapskate ***** hahhahaahahaha I will see you fireehehehehahahad! Fired I tell youhohoho! You and yourehahahaha twenty children will allahahahaahah be on the streheheheheeets!”
“Such a potty mouth for such a ticklish girl,” Brandy teased. She would have punished her own (two children) more severely had they used such language, but for Lexi tickling seemed the best course.
“Hahahaha my father will see that hahahahahanohohohoh you’ll never be employed again! Neverheheheeh everhahaha! Get off of me you hahahahaah tramp!”
“Oh my, well in that case I’d better have my fun first,” Brandy teased. “Hmm, lets make this more intense shall we?”
With one hand moving to tickle Lexi’s sensitive sides, Brandy reached back to reclaim the duster. “Nice thigh gap,” she remarked, “ticklish there too?”
“Get yourhahahah skanky fingers off of meheehehehehe!” Lexi protested, as Brandy moved back to Lexi’s unbearably ticklish stomach. With the duster she then started tickling between Lexi’s legs, intending to torment both inner thighs at once, but with the inadvertent effect of making the feathers caress the very thing fabric of Lexi’s panties.
“heheheeh ohahahahoho I can’t take this, hahaha bitch just stop,” Lexi wailed, making Brandy grin. The blonde college kid was starting to beg. Her hair was all over her face, which was bright red from heavy laughter. It wasn’t just the tickling that was bringing Lexi to breaking point, however. The feathers between her legs were making her tingly, and she felt her bladder was going to explode any moment, with added pressure there from the wiggling fingers on her stomach.
“Maybe if you promise to keep this room clean I’ll stop tickling this liddle widdle tummy,” Brandy teased, digging in harder against Lexi’s abdomen.
“hahahaha you’ll behhehehe you’ll be begging to clean it when I’m done with youhoohohoho!” howled Lexi.
The stubbornness proved fatal for Lexi- it prompted Brandy to increased the speed of her dusting and the intensity of the tummy tickling- the damn broke for Lexi and her panties grew damp and pee began to flood from them, trickling down onto the bed.
It took Brandy a few seconds to notice, having been preoccupied with the girl’s amusing facial reactions, but her grin widened even further when she saw how soaked Lexi’s panties had become.
“Oh this is priceless, prissy bitch pissed herself,” said Brandy, accidentally saying her thoughts outloud. “Tickle, tickle, let it all out! How ticklish you are!”
Lexi could only continue to laugh and obey involuntarily as she continued to soak the bed, the half a dozen double vodka and coke’s from the night before now returning full force. When she finally stopped, Brandy stood up, and placed her tools back on the cleaning trolley and Lexi lay panting and still giggling softly.
“I would say hopefully you’ve learned your lesson,” Brandy said, “but somehow I doubt it.”
“Fucking bitch ****,” Lexi swore, before squealing with laughter against as Brandy scratched her nails against the nearest of Lexi’s helpless feet.
“See you next semester,” said Brandy cheerfully, wheeling the trolley from the room. “Maybe I won’t have to spend so long her next time.”
“Wait, you’re not leaving me!”
“Enjoy,” said Brandy, quickly exiting and closing the door behind her. She left it unlocked- someone would eventually untie the girl. For Lexi however, that took some time, and for the next two hours she remained trapped, covered in her own sweat and piss.
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Well, this turned out to be a long one. Perhaps Adam should have braved tickling her long, but hopefully Brandy getting revenge for longer term abuse was also satisfying. Bratty, stuck-up, feisty, and tough girls who need an attitude adjustment are always the most fun to write about. If you have any suggestions on that front, please do let me know and maybe I’ll do a story on that.
Fun fact, Lexi is vaguely based off one of my friends from uni- not half as horrible, but similar in appearance and she also seemed to get very violent when tickled- when she wanted to take a selfie of us once I used that opportunity to tickle her ribs, leading to her elbowing me very hard and saying how much she hates being tickled- she also punched her boyfriend once for tickling her sides- would love to know if she ever seriously got tickled.
As always, please leave a comment if you enjoyed and want to see more.
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Adam couldn’t believe his luck as the blonde at the nightclub reciprocated his clumsy kiss. The girl was gorgeous, and way out of his league- if it wasn’t for copious amounts of Dutch courage he would have been scared to even approach her. She was short, barely 5’3, with green eyes that seemed to reflect the dizzying lights of the dance floor. A tight black dress hugged her petite body, accentuating her flat stomach and perky looking breasts that seemed to ready to spill from the fabric at a moment’s notice.
“I don’t really go for guys like you,” she giggled. “I’m Lexi, by the way.”
Adam almost didn’t catch the last part. “What do you mean, guys like me?” he said, hands his resting on her swaying hips.
“You know, poor. Common.”
He almost released her. He had expected a comment about his average appearance. Not about his wealth. They were both students, but clearly his slightly frayed Walmart clothes made his background obvious. She was obviously from wealth, based off her Gucci shoulder bag and jewellery.
“I’ll try not to take that personally,” he said, forcing a laugh.
Lexi just shrugged. So she was a bitch. Whatever. Adam had no real expectations lasting beyond the night, a night that probably only last five minutes if he pulled her- she was hotter than any girl he’d slept with before.
“Look, er, you want to head back to mine,” he asked, cutting to the chase.
“No,” she said with cool eyes. “I doubt the décor of your bedroom would stimulate me. We’ll get a taxi back to mine instead.”
Fine, whatever.
Five minutes later they bundled into a taxi bound for campus. The driver was stoic- ferrying drunk horny students around had never been his career goal.
“Back home I’d have daddy’s chauffeur of course,” said Lexi loudly. “Far better than a stinking taxi. Of course Rodrigo- our driver- gets paid well, so he’s expected to keep the car clean.”
“Right,” said Adam. Lexi was clearly quite the spoiled little princess. Adam imagined the taxi driver felt the same, although a quick glance to the rear-view mirror gave no indication that the driver had felt offended by Lexi’s comment.
Adam slipped an arm around Lexi’s waist. She didn’t reciprocate with any warmth- for her this was clearly just another night. As the taxi then hit a bump in the road Adam accidentally squeezed Lexi’s side. The blonde squealed, practically jolting out of her skin.
“You ticklish or something?” Adam asked with a smile. This time the taxi driver did react- a smirk.
“Yes, and I hate it,” Lexi replied with a glare. “So if you try again I will pepper spray you. That’s not a joke, so don’t think I won’t.”
“Alright, alright,” said Adam, taken aback by how aggressive she sounded. She was quite different from his high-school girlfriend, a bookish girl who almost seemed to like it when he’d playfully tickle her when they fooled around.
Ten minutes later they arrived at the student housing block Lexi lived at. She removed herself from the taxi rapidly, and was at her building’s front door before Adam had even undone his seatbelt, forcing him to pay for the entire fare.
“Watch out for that one,” the driver said as Adam left the vehicle. He gave an awkward laugh in return, and went after Lexi, who was drunkenly swaying against the door, having just dropped her keys.
Helping her in, they entered the empty elevator destined for Lexi’s room on floor 6. On the way up Lexi pushed him into the corner with her arms around his neck, and began making out with him. Her tongue tasted of vodka. With her breasts pressed against him, Adam grew rock hard immediately, which she surely felt. Yeah, he reassured himself, she seemed a shitty person, and he probably wouldn’t get the taxi money back, but this would be worth it.
His hands caressed her back, and as the elevator neared its destination, one of his hands accidentally brushed against Lexi’s left armpit, left bare by the dress and exposed by her position. She immediately gave a mix between a cackle and a shriek, and brought one of her knees up between his legs, making him gasp and slide halfway down the elevator wall.
“I told you not to fucking tickle me,” she snapped as he tried to regain his breath. Why was he still so hard whilst in such pain?
“It was an accident,” he protested through gasps.
“Look, I’m the hottest fucking girl you’ll ever get this close to, so don’t ruin it,” she said. “So man up, you pussy.”
Adam groaned, straightening as the door opened. Lexi took his hand, escorting him to the door opposite. She unlocked it, taking him inside.
Her room was not what he expected- it was a complete dump. Adam had expected it to reflect her prissy personality, with everything clean and neatly ordered. Instead dirty clothes coated the floor, unwashed plates and cutlery were stacked and teetering on the desk, and wineglasses with what looked like mould in them were perched on top of books and electronic devices. Clearly, without a regular maid or cleaner, this girl did not know how to look after herself. Adam was sorely tempted to make a snarky remark about this, but bit his tongue, not willing to risk his chances now.
Lexi dumped her bag on the floor, kicked off her heels, and wiggled out of her tight black dress that fell down to her ankles. Adam’s jaw was on the floor as he took in the sight of her body- perfect breasts propped up by a lacy black bra, a very toned stomach, shapely hips, matching lace panties that showed a little cameltoe, and slender legs that looked long despite her short height. Lexi then jumped back on her bed, resting her very cute and very small bare feet on the bed’s old fashioned iron footboard- a staple of student accommodation. “You coming,” she said, more a command than a question. She wiggled her red-polishes toes as she spoke.
“Hell yeah,” said Adam, stepping forwards and then pausing as he heard a muffle crack. He looked down to see what he had trodden on- a pair of handcuffs with fuzzy black material around the metal. He bent down to pick it up. “Umm?” he asked, holding them up.
Lexi laughed. “I like tying guys up. Being in control whilst I ride them and taking their power away turns me on.”
Adam gulped- he would not trust this girl to tie him up- one wrong word and she’d be kicking him in the balls again. Then, with alcohol still coursing through his veins, he did something daring. He sat by her ankles, and fixed one part of the cuffs to the metal of the bed frame, clicking it shut. Lexi raised her eyebrows, and her eyes then widened as he quickly fixed the other part of her handcuffs around her left ankle.
“No,” she said forcefully with pursed lips. “Undo that now or I’ll call the cops.”
“Woah, woah relax,” said Adam quickly, taken aback. “Why not switch it around, just for tonight?”
“I don’t let people tie me down. I have a reputation.”
“Like I’d tell anyone. Who’d believe me anyway, that a guy like me got with a girl like you who looks like a model and convinced her to let me tie her up.” She looked reflective for a moment- it was the kind of logic she could follow. “I’ve always wanted to try this with someone as hot as you,” Adam continued, “If you agree, I’ll take you out for dinner tomorrow anywhere in town you like. No strings attached.” Adam had a feeling that whilst she came from wealth, her ‘daddy’ did little to actually support her, and she would be taken by the chance to go to whatever expensive restaurant she pleased. Even if it meant Adam had to live off brown bread and carrots for all semester after. “Plus,” he added, “with your legs held apart it will be easier for me to go down on you.”
“Fine, whatever,” she said, hiccupping. “The rest of the cuffs are down there.” She pointed to a miscellaneous heap on the floor. Adam sifted through them fishing out three more sets of cuffs, two of which were covered in the same black fabric, the last in a neon pink material. He had no idea where the keys were, and right now, he didn’t care.
Three minutes later he had Lexi restrained and stretched out across her bed spread eagles, legs pulled out with the ankles restrained to the footboard, arms pulled up to the headrest. Adam’s erection was threatening to rip his pants apart as she looked up at him, her smoking and tight body his for the night.
Adam removed his shirt and pants, and Lexi gave the slightest smirk as she saw his boxers propped up like a tent. He clambered on top of her, kissed her lips, and then began kissing down her body- down her neck, her collarbones, against the fabric of her bra. When his lips brushed her stomach she began giggling and squirming.
“Q-quit that it t-tickles hehe!”
“You really are ticklish, aren’t you,” Adam teased.
“Yes, so stop,” she said with narrowed eyes, regaining herself. Adam realised he could fully take advantage of this is he wanted, but even tied up she intimidated him a little. Then she said something that pushed him over. “You’re lucky I’m even letting trailer trash like you touch me.”
“Fuck you,” said Adam, as anger flared in him. “You’ve been a bitch all night and I’ve been putting up with this.”
“Please, only to sleep with me. A change from fucking your sister in your meth caravan I suppose.”
“Fuck you,” said Adam again, growing red. He would never have hit her, but he wanted to punish her, to make her eat her own words. So he sat up, and plunged all ten of his fingers into her exposed ribcage, tickling manically.
The result was instantaneous, and she thrashed as though electrocuted. “Ohohoh don’t you fucking dare you creep hahahahaha you are so fucking dead hahahaha.”
“Laugh it up bitch,” Adam said, probing between each vulnerable rib and sending her reeling into hysterics. “Prissy rich girl can’t take a little tickling, huh? Man up.”
His erection grow even firmer as she cackled beneath him.
“I will hahahaha sue you I will hahahaah fucking sue you, and your hahahaah stop HAHAHA your bitch ***** of a mother will never afford your release ahahah bail from jail.”
He could have slapped her, but instead moved down to her sides, sending her into fresh peals of desperate laughter.
“I will hahahaah tell the college about this. They’ll hahahahaaha kick you out.”
Adam stopped momentarily as Lexi caught her breath. He felt slightly more sober now. What she was hinting at was right- this would not look good if she reported him, not good at all. And she surely would report him too.
“Right,” she panted. “Now get the fuck out of my room.”
“With pleasure,” Adam snapped, sliding from the bed and picking up his discarded clothes. He’d put them on outside, he couldn’t bear to be in this trashtip of a room with this vile girl any longer.
“Wait you moron, untie me,” Lexi said as he starting heading for the door. Adam paused, picked up a pair of her old panties that lay discarded on the floor, lightly tickled her stomach which made her squeak with laughter, and with her mouth open stuff the panties in, effectively gagging her. A look of hatred flashed across her eyes, and he heard muffled swearing from behind her gag.
Adam said nothing, enjoying her protests as he left and closed the door behind him. Someone would find her- it was a cleaning inspection tomorrow anyway, and he enjoyed the thought of one of the campus cleaners discovering her in her predicament.
Sighing, he called the elevator. Even though he hadn’t gone fourth base with this dream girl, he’d least enjoyed making her suffer. As the elevator pinged open, and with his erection still not subsiding, Adam reluctantly accepted he’d have to relieve his blue balls in the usual way tonight. At least he had the image of the tied and ticklish Lexi in her hot lingerie fresh in his mind to get off to…
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Part 2, f/f:
Seven hours later, and Lexi woke up the next morning groggily. Luckily for her she seemed to have been spared a hangover, although was in desperate need of needing to pee- why hadn’t she gone before that psychopath had tied her up? She groaned loudly, rattling the handcuffs. No one had ever dare treat her this way before. She’d managed to get several of her father’s staff fired just for looking at her lustfully before- yet this boy from the god-end of nowhere had managed to tickle her half to death, humiliate her, and leave her tied to her own bed, whilst getting away with it. She was angry, and wanted justice. But more than anything she wanted to get out so she could take a piss and a shower.
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Brandy approached floor 6 with dread. The forty-eight year old cleaner had spent the best part of the morning working her way around this block, floor by floor, cleaning filth-crusted showers and vacuuming grim carpets and getting on her hands and knees to clean all manner of trash that many students had coated their rooms in. But a lot of those rooms were nothing compared to what Brandy was anticipating with the one through the doorway ahead. Room 6A belonged to Lexi Bannerman, the type of preppy blonde she’d despised when she’d been at high school herself. Lexi’s room was often the worst, piled high with trash and dirt- Brandy still hadn’t recovered from the mould growing on crockery during the last inspection. She could give fines, of course, but those went to the parents who if rich would paid those with little thought, leading to Brandy having to still clean the mess with aching limbs.
Just as bad was Lexi’s attitude- the girl was always in her room whenever Brandy did inspections, and always blanked the cleaner, instead lying back on her phone, pedicured bare feet resting on her bed with the soles facing her- perhaps Brandy had read too much into that, but she took the message there to be “that’s where you belong, beneath my feet.” Lexi’s attitude seemed to support that sentiment however- the first and only time Brandy had tried making conversation, the blonde had quickly replied with “I don’t speak to cleaners,” without even looking up from her expensive iPhone.
Brandy sighed before unlocking the door, smoothing back her scraggly, greying auburn hair that kept threatening to escape the confines of the bun. She still had three floors to go after this, and she wasn’t as thin and healthy as she once was. She unlocked the door, and had to push it hard to open it wide enough for her cleaning trolley to fit in- it was not that the door was heavy, but that it had been blocked by a pile of dirty clothes.
As Brandy closed the door and took in the room that was as disgusting as ever (despite multiple fines), a puzzling and curious, yet amusing sight befell the middle aged woman’s eyes. The bratty blonde was here, as she had anticipated, but had been cuffed to her bed and gagged by what appeared to be her in own underwear. Brandy eyed up the young woman’s lingerie clad body with jealousy, wishing her own figure looked half that good.
Lexi tried calling out but the gag muffled her voice. Surely this cleaner would let her out, even if she resented the idea of this older woman having her dirty calloused hands anywhere near her. But Brandy had other ideas. She was enjoying seeing the obnoxious Lexi in a humiliating position, and decided to keep her like that. A bit of humility wouldn’t hurt, Brandy reasoned.
“I know you refuse to speak to me, but gagging yourself to avoid talking seems a bit extreme,” Brandy clucked, as she began picking up items of clothing and odd shoes from the floor and moving them onto a chair. Lexi just rattled the handcuffs angrily, furious at the audacity of this lowly minimum wage worker.
“You knew there was an inspection,” continued Brandy, enjoying her captive audience, “and yet you’re just lying around in bed instead of preparing your room in advance.” Brandy picked up the feather duster from her cleaning trolley, deciding to dust the shelves first to save her back the effort of picking more clothes up. As she removed the blue-feathered instrument from its holding, she took in the bound girl’s bare feet, helpless again the bed’s iron frame, and a smile cross Brandy’s face. Feet that smooth and well-pedicured had to be at least a little sensitive.
“And look how dusty this place is, why even your feet look dirty.” Brandy stood by the end of the bed, towering over the diminutive Lexi, and then began running the duster over the girl’s helpless left foot.
Immediately spluttering giggles slipped through the gag as her toes curled. Brandy grinned a toothy grin- the prissy blonde had ticklish feet. She kept up the feathering for several minutes, switching feet if the squirming and indignant giggling mixed with incoherent angry sounds lessened. Brandy enjoyed watching Lexi try in vain to pull her legs away, only for the cuffs to leave the smooth and sensitive skin of her soles vulnerable against the feathers’ caress.
Lexi herself was furious- her feet had always been horribly ticklish, and now this cleaner of all people was exploiting that fact. It had been bad enough with her last pedicurist, who had made Lexi cackle whilst getting overzealous with the pumice stone- at least then Lexi had been free to ‘accidentally’ kick the assailant in the face, giving her a bloody nose. Here she couldn’t even do that, and had no way of even threatening this woman. Even worse, the need to pee was growing, and it was hard to concentrate on holding it in when her sensitive soles were being attacked.
“Such cute little toes,” Brandy teased, now holding Lexi’s right foot still with one hand and running the feather duster through and around the squirming digits. “Fresh polish?” Brandy enjoyed how freely the giggles flowed from the girl’s mouth- she clearly had no control over her ticklishness. Brandy also enjoyed how indignant and frustrated the giggles were- it was also clear Lexi was not used to being tickled.
“But oh no, these feet still seem dusty- perhaps we need heavier equipment.” Brandy put the duster to one side and picked up the thick brush belonging to the dustpan from the trolley. She held it up just long enough for Lexi to see, making the girl’s eyes widen.
Grinning, Brandy against held the squirming foot still, and with her other hand brushed the bristles horizontally across the arch of the girl’s sole as if sawing wood. Lexi gave a loud squeal and what was likely a stream of cuss words. Perfect. Brandy repeated the motion, quickening the pace, and now loud, spluttering laughter was caught up in the gag- laughter that made it seem like Lexi was surprised at just how ticklish she really was. Brandy again kept switching feet if the laughter seemed to subside- it always rose again if she switched targets.
“Such adorable feet,” Brandy remarked as Lexi practically howled with laughter. “And so ticklish! I have a daughter around your age, you know. Sometimes when she refuses to get up in the morning I tickle her bare feet until she’s out of bed- she can hardly take it, and she’s not even as half ticklish as you!”
Lexi barely heard Brandy’s words, the unbearable ticklish sensations filling her mind, that was still partly concentrated on ensuring bladder control. Wetting herself in front of the cleaner would be the ultimate humiliation.
A few more minutes passed, and the foot tickling stopped. Brandy then moved to sit beside Lexi on the bed, and eyed up and down her body. “I bet the guys all love you,” she said, poking Lexi’s ribs and making her jolt. Lexi hated how her body betrayed her with these reactions. “Oh look, those little titties seem to jiggle when I do this.” Brandy poked the girl’s ribs several more times, watching the girl’s breasts bounce just a little.
“You really do look after yourself, don’t you,” Brandy remarked, seeing the smooth hollows of Lexi’s hairless and outstretched armpits. “Must leave them awful sensitive.” Brandy plunged both hands into Lexi’s underarms, making the girl wail with loud and unexpected laughter. She could barely move her arms at all, leaving her pits entirely at the vengeful cleaner’s mercy. Numerous insults came to Lexi’s mind- most of them unoriginal and relating to the ‘trailer trash’ terms she had applied to Adam previously.
“So, where else would a stuck up sorority girl be ticklish, hmm? I assume everywhere, but this tummy is surely a sensitive spot?”
Lexi rolled her eyes at the word ‘tummy’, and then began giggling again as Brandy scratched her stubby nails over the helpless quivering flesh before her. Lexi’s stomach had always been especially bad, and now it was entirely vulnerable to the crazed woman before her.
“I think you’re very ticklish here, aren’t you,” laughed Brandy as Lexi spewed forth more spluttering indignant cackles. “Cootchie cootchie coo, look at you squirm! Kitchy kitchy, let’s try that belly button!” Brandy’s left index finger slipped inside the indent, making Lexi practically scream. Indeed, in that moment Lexi’s tongue managed to force the gag out, which was followed by a string of threats and loud laughter.
“You fucking cheapskate ***** hahhahaahahaha I will see you fireehehehehahahad! Fired I tell youhohoho! You and yourehahahaha twenty children will allahahahaahah be on the streheheheheeets!”
“Such a potty mouth for such a ticklish girl,” Brandy teased. She would have punished her own (two children) more severely had they used such language, but for Lexi tickling seemed the best course.
“Hahahaha my father will see that hahahahahanohohohoh you’ll never be employed again! Neverheheheeh everhahaha! Get off of me you hahahahaah tramp!”
“Oh my, well in that case I’d better have my fun first,” Brandy teased. “Hmm, lets make this more intense shall we?”
With one hand moving to tickle Lexi’s sensitive sides, Brandy reached back to reclaim the duster. “Nice thigh gap,” she remarked, “ticklish there too?”
“Get yourhahahah skanky fingers off of meheehehehehe!” Lexi protested, as Brandy moved back to Lexi’s unbearably ticklish stomach. With the duster she then started tickling between Lexi’s legs, intending to torment both inner thighs at once, but with the inadvertent effect of making the feathers caress the very thing fabric of Lexi’s panties.
“heheheeh ohahahahoho I can’t take this, hahaha bitch just stop,” Lexi wailed, making Brandy grin. The blonde college kid was starting to beg. Her hair was all over her face, which was bright red from heavy laughter. It wasn’t just the tickling that was bringing Lexi to breaking point, however. The feathers between her legs were making her tingly, and she felt her bladder was going to explode any moment, with added pressure there from the wiggling fingers on her stomach.
“Maybe if you promise to keep this room clean I’ll stop tickling this liddle widdle tummy,” Brandy teased, digging in harder against Lexi’s abdomen.
“hahahaha you’ll behhehehe you’ll be begging to clean it when I’m done with youhoohohoho!” howled Lexi.
The stubbornness proved fatal for Lexi- it prompted Brandy to increased the speed of her dusting and the intensity of the tummy tickling- the damn broke for Lexi and her panties grew damp and pee began to flood from them, trickling down onto the bed.
It took Brandy a few seconds to notice, having been preoccupied with the girl’s amusing facial reactions, but her grin widened even further when she saw how soaked Lexi’s panties had become.
“Oh this is priceless, prissy bitch pissed herself,” said Brandy, accidentally saying her thoughts outloud. “Tickle, tickle, let it all out! How ticklish you are!”
Lexi could only continue to laugh and obey involuntarily as she continued to soak the bed, the half a dozen double vodka and coke’s from the night before now returning full force. When she finally stopped, Brandy stood up, and placed her tools back on the cleaning trolley and Lexi lay panting and still giggling softly.
“I would say hopefully you’ve learned your lesson,” Brandy said, “but somehow I doubt it.”
“Fucking bitch ****,” Lexi swore, before squealing with laughter against as Brandy scratched her nails against the nearest of Lexi’s helpless feet.
“See you next semester,” said Brandy cheerfully, wheeling the trolley from the room. “Maybe I won’t have to spend so long her next time.”
“Wait, you’re not leaving me!”
“Enjoy,” said Brandy, quickly exiting and closing the door behind her. She left it unlocked- someone would eventually untie the girl. For Lexi however, that took some time, and for the next two hours she remained trapped, covered in her own sweat and piss.
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Well, this turned out to be a long one. Perhaps Adam should have braved tickling her long, but hopefully Brandy getting revenge for longer term abuse was also satisfying. Bratty, stuck-up, feisty, and tough girls who need an attitude adjustment are always the most fun to write about. If you have any suggestions on that front, please do let me know and maybe I’ll do a story on that.
Fun fact, Lexi is vaguely based off one of my friends from uni- not half as horrible, but similar in appearance and she also seemed to get very violent when tickled- when she wanted to take a selfie of us once I used that opportunity to tickle her ribs, leading to her elbowing me very hard and saying how much she hates being tickled- she also punched her boyfriend once for tickling her sides- would love to know if she ever seriously got tickled.
As always, please leave a comment if you enjoyed and want to see more.
