Miss Ticklish
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Hi there! It's been a while since I wrote a kinky story, hopefully I'm not out of practice. 😀 I'm not much of a writer but I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much I did enjoy writing it. 😀 I ended it in a fascinating moment on purpose, so you'll feel insufficiency. 😀
Late night summer breeze was refreshingly hovering in the air, pleasing Carla’s delicate nostrils as she was walking down the street clearly content that the long week was finally over. She surely liked her job but Friday was undoubtedly her favorite day of each week. With every step she took, another couple of ideas on how to spend the upcoming weekend turned up in her head, adding up to her already excellent frame of mind. She felt absolutely pumped-up, ready to eat the world, like nothing could go wrong on that day.
Carla was just passing by her neighbor’s house when suddenly a familiar, female voice spoke up in the distance calling her by the name. Carla turned her head to the side and strained her eyes harder to recognize the silhouette emerging from the shadow.
This turn of events was something no one’s imagination, even as vivid as Carla’s, could ever create. The memories of Jennifer raging, slamming doors and throwing Carla’s clothes out of the window shouting out how much she hates and despises her definitely gave no reason to predict she might change her mind and cool her emotions down over time. And now, this petite, adorable 29-year-old of chocolate eyes comes back into her life and asks her ex-girlfriend to come over just like nothing ever happened. Carla should’ve seen the writing on the wall, yet the butterflies in her stomach at the sight of the woman she used to love so much, effectively drowned out her suspicion of a possible ruse hidden behind the invitation. Soon enough, both women headed straight to Jennifer’s house in the outskirts of town with no neighbors within eyesight. Just large fields stretching out to the horizon.
The ex-lovers did not discuss the vices of one another any further, nor did they expand on the background of their relationship and why it had ended. Instead, they started remembering the good old days and joking the way they used to. It all made Carla feel just as good as she felt in the past, efficiently lulled into
a false sense of security. And Jennifer was just waiting for that…
Without thinking much, Carla grabbed a towel Jennifer handed over to her and abode by her request. She couldn’t have known what would happen next…
As Carla got out of the shower stall, she immediately noticed her clothes had vanished although she was sure she had left them on the washing machine. It was at this moment she started to realize there was something wrong in that situation. The 5’4 f tall, blue-eyed blonde wrapped the towel around her naked, damp body and called out:
Having little choice, she grabbed the door knob and pulled the door open heading to the bedroom she had seen Jennifer walk in. As soon as she entered the room, she heard the door shut behind her. She turned around with a look of pure dread.
She then proceeded to kiss her ex-girlfriend passionately before Carla even had a chance to say a word. Soon enough the dark-haired woman’s lips were greedily taking her breath away, clinging into Carla’s mouth and sucking on her tongue while her hands were squeezing the girl’s bottom interchangeably with her breasts. Carla couldn’t shake the feeling of shock she felt, yet at the same time, couldn’t deny the increasing arousal. Before she even noticed, Jennifer had pushed her towards the bed without stopping the torrid play of her tongue and began to cuff both of the 23-year-old’s hands to the bed, perpendicular to the head.
She never confessed to Jennifer about her fetish but deep down she masochistically loved being tickle-tortured. However, now that it was about to happen, it stirred terror in her.
A piercing squeak slipped out of Carla’s mouth as she desperately tried to pull her legs back and, of course, failed.
Jennifer’s face radiated with purely sadistic joy as she began to dance with all of the ten fingers on both of her victim’s immobilized, vulnerable soles simultaneously, raking her nails down the arches, nibbling the heels, just to then tickle the toes and slide her fingers in between them. Carla felt as if an electric wave struck, causing her to shriek and jerk in convulsions.
A mixture of screams of pain and melodious laughter filled up the room, pleasuring the torturer’s ears as she grabbed the toes pulling them back and strummed the stretched skin as if playing a guitar. Carla’s whole body shook in spasms, making it impossible for her to speak or even think straight. After about five minutes of tormenting the feet, Jennifer seemed to get bored with them. Nevertheless, she had a new, cruel idea on her mind.
Not giving Carla much of a break, she started to make her way up through her calves, squeezing them, up to her knees and began to vigorously tickle the skin under them. Seeing Carla’s hysterical reaction, she climbed higher until she reached her tensed thighs and attacked them by methodically kneading both in the front and the back part of them. Within the next few seconds, she moved onto her slave’s hips, squishing the protruding bones like playdough.
Her prey was going crazy feeling all of those sensations, especially taking into account that the changes of pace, pressure and spots were relentlessly rapid and unpredictable making it impossible for the girl to get used to the stimulation.
Carla let out a maniacal laugh right away, thrashing around as much as the cuffs allowed her to. All she wanted at that point was to be let go, she wanted to beg the oppressor to put an end to her suffering. But how could she? She knew she couldn’t give her satisfaction. The only question was - for how much longer is she able to take it? A sudden touch in her belly button snapped her back to reality.
All of a sudden, the brunette decided to step up her game. Not decreasing the intensity, she reached for the rib cage, meticulously counting each rib and torturing the spaces between them with her left hand. With her right hand, she amused herself by circling around the belly button, occasionally diving in, and thoroughly kneading the hostage’s sides.
All of these cruel games drove Carla on the highway straight to madness. By now, she was nearly out of breath, her body was on fire, her throat was completely dry and all of her nerve endings were screaming out for mercy, savagely overextended. She couldn’t even see the subjugator’s red lips twisted into a spiteful grin as she watched her body covered in sweat, struggling against the restraints, since her own tears utterly blurred her vision.
Jennifer was gliding her fingers lightly, yet rapidly up and down the uncovered, smooth, perfectly shaved skin, accelerating and slowing the tempo, digging into the hollows, then running with all of her fingers all over the underarms again. This was too much to take for Carla. The sensations she felt now outdid any other ones she had felt before. She laughed through tears and howled like a wolf in mourning, feeling as if the lightning came right through her, sending shock-waves to each muscle, forcing her to writhe, squirm, thrash her head from side to side and buck her hips. It was high time she had swallowed her pride.
At this point, Carla was so exhausted due to the torture she was subjected to, she could barely move, so she only lay there thrashing from time to time. Staying still like this out of emaciation of her body made tormenting her even easier for Jennifer. She successfully turned her ex-girlfriend into a beautiful, shaking, little disaster.
Jennifer only laughed derisively watching her victim suffer so sweet, gradually, losing her mind and eventually, peeing herself.
Late night summer breeze was refreshingly hovering in the air, pleasing Carla’s delicate nostrils as she was walking down the street clearly content that the long week was finally over. She surely liked her job but Friday was undoubtedly her favorite day of each week. With every step she took, another couple of ideas on how to spend the upcoming weekend turned up in her head, adding up to her already excellent frame of mind. She felt absolutely pumped-up, ready to eat the world, like nothing could go wrong on that day.
Carla was just passing by her neighbor’s house when suddenly a familiar, female voice spoke up in the distance calling her by the name. Carla turned her head to the side and strained her eyes harder to recognize the silhouette emerging from the shadow.
- Jennifer? - her tone couldn’t hide the wonderment as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.
- Why so shocked, Carla? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. - chuckled the brunette.
- Well, considering the fact how things went the last time we spoke,
I would never expect to see you again. I mean, you have every right to hate me. - Carla replied, clearly trying to point at the legitimacy of Jennifer’s feelings. - Oh no, hate is far behind, trust me. I mean, you made me mad and I hated you for it.. But then I went to therapy and worked through it real hard. It’s been two years since we were together after all. Guess it’s high time we buried the hatchet. So I thought I’d come around, see how you’re doing. Maybe invite you over to my place for a weekend. Does that sound good?
This turn of events was something no one’s imagination, even as vivid as Carla’s, could ever create. The memories of Jennifer raging, slamming doors and throwing Carla’s clothes out of the window shouting out how much she hates and despises her definitely gave no reason to predict she might change her mind and cool her emotions down over time. And now, this petite, adorable 29-year-old of chocolate eyes comes back into her life and asks her ex-girlfriend to come over just like nothing ever happened. Carla should’ve seen the writing on the wall, yet the butterflies in her stomach at the sight of the woman she used to love so much, effectively drowned out her suspicion of a possible ruse hidden behind the invitation. Soon enough, both women headed straight to Jennifer’s house in the outskirts of town with no neighbors within eyesight. Just large fields stretching out to the horizon.
- Care to have a drink with me? - asked Jennifer, reaching for the glasses and a fine whiskey standing nearby in the living room they sat in.
- Um, actually, I’m an abstinent. - said Carla with a little bit of shyness.
- Get out! It’s nothing like you, no vaping, no parties, no alcohol.. You vegan now, too?
- Haha, no, this crazy I haven’t become yet. I guess I just realized I had to change some of my ways. You made me realize it. And our breakup. - Carla’s body language and facial expression showed obvious nervousness, having to admit it all feeling her ex’s eyes ingrown in hers.
- How lovely - said Jennifer after a brief moment of hesitation, sipping on her whiskey alone. - Better late than never, I guess. I’m really glad you didn’t get stuck in your ways. Too bad it took our breakup for you to realize it.
- Well, what can I say, I’m really sorry, Jen. I’ve told you at least a hundred times I was sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t want any of this to happen. I don’t know why I lied to you then. I guess I was too scared to tell you the truth, afraid you’d walk away. But it seems it doesn’t matter now. - Carla sounded as genuine and frank as she had never before.
- No, it doesn’t. - Jennifer didn’t stop staring deeply into Carla’s eyes even for a second as though she was seeking any kind of false, a tiny trace of
a lie. The fact she couldn’t find it seemed to annoy her even more than that she still was ridiculously attracted to her hot, manipulative ex-girlfriend who, she felt, has never fully suffered the consequences of her actions.
The ex-lovers did not discuss the vices of one another any further, nor did they expand on the background of their relationship and why it had ended. Instead, they started remembering the good old days and joking the way they used to. It all made Carla feel just as good as she felt in the past, efficiently lulled into
a false sense of security. And Jennifer was just waiting for that…
- It’s kind of getting late, so go take a shower first and I’ll make the bed for you. - Jennifer instructed as she took her steps into the bedroom.
Without thinking much, Carla grabbed a towel Jennifer handed over to her and abode by her request. She couldn’t have known what would happen next…
As Carla got out of the shower stall, she immediately noticed her clothes had vanished although she was sure she had left them on the washing machine. It was at this moment she started to realize there was something wrong in that situation. The 5’4 f tall, blue-eyed blonde wrapped the towel around her naked, damp body and called out:
- Jen, could you give me some clothes? - nothing.
- Jen, can you please hand me over some clothes, it’s not funny! - silence again.
- Oh, come on.. - she said much more quietly as if talked more to herself than to her ex.
Having little choice, she grabbed the door knob and pulled the door open heading to the bedroom she had seen Jennifer walk in. As soon as she entered the room, she heard the door shut behind her. She turned around with a look of pure dread.
- Welcome back, baby. - said Jennifer with an evil smirk on her face. In spite of that look on her face, she appeared so calm, Carla didn’t really know whether she should be afraid or just as serene.
- The hell’s going on? - the blonde slightly leaned back. The confusion carved in her made Jennifer even more excited and amused.
- What, you don’t like the surprise? You used to love it. - Jennifer ran fingers through Carla’s hair fondly. - Maybe I should remind you how good it feels. - she pulled her closer by the towel just to conspicuously let it down to the ground using little force.
She then proceeded to kiss her ex-girlfriend passionately before Carla even had a chance to say a word. Soon enough the dark-haired woman’s lips were greedily taking her breath away, clinging into Carla’s mouth and sucking on her tongue while her hands were squeezing the girl’s bottom interchangeably with her breasts. Carla couldn’t shake the feeling of shock she felt, yet at the same time, couldn’t deny the increasing arousal. Before she even noticed, Jennifer had pushed her towards the bed without stopping the torrid play of her tongue and began to cuff both of the 23-year-old’s hands to the bed, perpendicular to the head.
- Guess it was a good warm-up, huh? - Jennifer smiled wide seeing her playmate helplessly tied up and blissfully unaware of her intentions.
- Well, yeah but…
- Shh, shh, shh.. - Jen interrupted. - Enough of talking, my dear. Now it’s time to play a little. - her voice was so low and deep Carla found it excitingly seductive, then again her lips curled in such a psychopathic smile filled the blonde with horror.
- What.. What are you doing? - the girl stammered seeing Jennifer spread her legs apart and cuff to the bed one by one. She figured she must have prepared it all when she was in the bathroom showering up.
- I’ve got something real special in store for you. As I recall, your body is extremely ticklish, isn’t it, darling? - it was at this moment Carla came to understand what this was all about. She instantly blushed, feeling the adrenaline kick in and goosebumps cover her skin.
- Jen, you can’t be serious.. - she groaned, expressly frightened. She was extremely ticklish all over her body and even light tickles could drive her insane within seconds.
She never confessed to Jennifer about her fetish but deep down she masochistically loved being tickle-tortured. However, now that it was about to happen, it stirred terror in her.
- Oh, believe me, I’m dead serious. You’ve never taken full responsibility for the damage you had done. Seeing you from afar brought back many, many memories. And though I hate to admit it, your tanned, athletic, motherfucking hot body still seems to have that effect on me. - Jennifer droned, stroking Carla’s exposed belly gently, only to scratch it with slight irritation in the end as if she hated herself for what she felt.
- Jen, let’s just talk, please! - Carla gritted her teeth, so as not to laugh out loud feeling long, sharp nails on her sensitive, bare skin.
- “Please” is what I said to you, not once, not twice before. You didn’t listen to me. So now, I won’t listen to you. - Jennifer stood up and walked up to her prisoner’s tied, defenseless feet. - What do we have here, let me see… - she grinned, gliding her nail across the soft skin from the heel up to the area right underneath the toes.
A piercing squeak slipped out of Carla’s mouth as she desperately tried to pull her legs back and, of course, failed.
- Aww, looks like somebody’s got very ticklish feet. Much to my good fortune.
Jennifer’s face radiated with purely sadistic joy as she began to dance with all of the ten fingers on both of her victim’s immobilized, vulnerable soles simultaneously, raking her nails down the arches, nibbling the heels, just to then tickle the toes and slide her fingers in between them. Carla felt as if an electric wave struck, causing her to shriek and jerk in convulsions.
A mixture of screams of pain and melodious laughter filled up the room, pleasuring the torturer’s ears as she grabbed the toes pulling them back and strummed the stretched skin as if playing a guitar. Carla’s whole body shook in spasms, making it impossible for her to speak or even think straight. After about five minutes of tormenting the feet, Jennifer seemed to get bored with them. Nevertheless, she had a new, cruel idea on her mind.
Not giving Carla much of a break, she started to make her way up through her calves, squeezing them, up to her knees and began to vigorously tickle the skin under them. Seeing Carla’s hysterical reaction, she climbed higher until she reached her tensed thighs and attacked them by methodically kneading both in the front and the back part of them. Within the next few seconds, she moved onto her slave’s hips, squishing the protruding bones like playdough.
Her prey was going crazy feeling all of those sensations, especially taking into account that the changes of pace, pressure and spots were relentlessly rapid and unpredictable making it impossible for the girl to get used to the stimulation.
- I see you’re having good fun, sweetheart, your laugh is so cute! - Jennifer teased while sweeping the toned tummy with feather-like movements.
Carla let out a maniacal laugh right away, thrashing around as much as the cuffs allowed her to. All she wanted at that point was to be let go, she wanted to beg the oppressor to put an end to her suffering. But how could she? She knew she couldn’t give her satisfaction. The only question was - for how much longer is she able to take it? A sudden touch in her belly button snapped her back to reality.
- NO, STOP! OH MY GOD, NO! - the captive yelled in between the fits of wild laughter as Jennifer’s finger swirled around in her navel and caressed every inch with abandon.
- Oh, yes, baby…
All of a sudden, the brunette decided to step up her game. Not decreasing the intensity, she reached for the rib cage, meticulously counting each rib and torturing the spaces between them with her left hand. With her right hand, she amused herself by circling around the belly button, occasionally diving in, and thoroughly kneading the hostage’s sides.
All of these cruel games drove Carla on the highway straight to madness. By now, she was nearly out of breath, her body was on fire, her throat was completely dry and all of her nerve endings were screaming out for mercy, savagely overextended. She couldn’t even see the subjugator’s red lips twisted into a spiteful grin as she watched her body covered in sweat, struggling against the restraints, since her own tears utterly blurred her vision.
- Crying so soon, my love? You think that tickles? Well, you’ve seen nothing yet. - she chuckled menacingly. - Now, let’s see these little armpits of yours…
- NOOOO! - Carla cried in panic but the scream was broken by an outburst of sniveling laughter echoing through the room and ringing in the torturer’s ears.
- Awww, looks like I’ve found a weak spot! Then maybe I should work on it a little.
Jennifer was gliding her fingers lightly, yet rapidly up and down the uncovered, smooth, perfectly shaved skin, accelerating and slowing the tempo, digging into the hollows, then running with all of her fingers all over the underarms again. This was too much to take for Carla. The sensations she felt now outdid any other ones she had felt before. She laughed through tears and howled like a wolf in mourning, feeling as if the lightning came right through her, sending shock-waves to each muscle, forcing her to writhe, squirm, thrash her head from side to side and buck her hips. It was high time she had swallowed her pride.
- JEN, PLEASE STOP! I’M BEGGING YOU, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!
- Now, that’s the sweet symphony I was waiting for! - Jennifer gloated at her slave’s ordeal. - What’s wrong, sweetheart, you don’t like that?
- NO, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! I’LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST STOP FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
- Oh, is my little toy really that sensitive? - taunted Jennifer. - Perhaps I should tickle here in this case.
- NO, FUCK NO! - Carla protested but soon enough she could only let out a silent laughter when Jennifer’s nails proceeded to wiggle on her neck, which happens to be another worst spot on her body, interchangeably with caressing her armpits, with breaks for raking and stroking her tummy, belly button, sides, ribs and breasts.
At this point, Carla was so exhausted due to the torture she was subjected to, she could barely move, so she only lay there thrashing from time to time. Staying still like this out of emaciation of her body made tormenting her even easier for Jennifer. She successfully turned her ex-girlfriend into a beautiful, shaking, little disaster.
- No more, I’m begging you, I can’t… - Carla almost whispered for she couldn’t even breathe properly.
- Oh, I think you can. And you will. - Jennifer smiled viciously as she leaned over her plaything and started licking her armpit at the speed of light while her hands began to tickle the hardened nipples.
- PLEASE, HAVE MERCY! - screamed Carla in between her howls and laughs.
- You don’t want me to tickle you here? - asked Jennifer, acting surprised but not stopping her crazy gallop on the nipples even for a while.
- NO, PLEASE!
- Then how about here? - she kneaded her side and the hollow of her armpit at the same time. - Oh, you’re ticklish here, too? I’m so sorry, baby, I swear, I didn’t know that! How about there? Or there? - she carried on, changing the target of her ruthless attack again and again, sending Carla into another dimension and unleashing all of her demons.
Jennifer only laughed derisively watching her victim suffer so sweet, gradually, losing her mind and eventually, peeing herself.
- Lookie here, seems like your bladder is quite sensitive, too! - mocked Jennifer. - I may have to punish you for that…
- No.. god, please, no.. - Carla gasped out panting and shivering.
- Haha, God is definitely how you should refer to me now! You’re so helpless before me, totally at my mercy.. - she went on, teasing Carla’s hypersensitive clit in a way that brought both pleasure and more inhumane tickles.
- Oh, does that tickle, baby? - her eyes visibly sparkled eerily at the sight of Carla’s devilish reaction.
- I’m begging you, don’t.. - the tortured squealed pathetically.
- Well, bad news for you. Pleas don’t work on me. They turn me on even more instead. - she bared her teeth. - Better get ready for the next round. There’s a whole weekend ahead of us…
- NOOOO!
Very intense.
