What would you women do?????

[THEO]

Ok, all you females who are ticklers (or want to be);

Imagine you had a friend invite you over to their house. It could be another female friend of yours, or so. Anyway, she tells you that she wants you to watch her house for the evening, while she goes out of town. You agree of course.

But, as she's leaving, she tells you that she's got a little bonus surprise for you, to help occupy your time there that evening. She says:"OH, BY THE WAY, THERE'S A NAKED GUY TIED SPREAD EAGLE ACROSS THE BED IN MY BEDROOM, HE'S ALL YOURS, TO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO HIM...HAVE FUN"...and then she leaves.

If this happened to you, what would you do, and what would he be in for?

So, all you females out here who are into tickling, and would love tickling a helpless victim, have at it, and tell what would probably take place. Or, have you done something like this before?

Hope this breaks the ice for women who are otherwise shy about exploring these fantasies, in a mostly male dominated forum. Would love to hear from you, share ideas and thoughts, penpals, and whatever time leads to. have a great day, and evening.

-Stephen ([email protected])

 

[nessonite1]

My overly long story

Oh my! The poor guy! Sounds like he really pissed my friend off and she wants him to pay!
Well of course I'm sure he's feeling quite scared and helpless especially since in my world he's been blindfolded as well! Poor little dear...
I'd have to calm him down and tell him that of course he's going to be untied right away so he can take his damaged male ego home and nurse it back to health with some beer and a football game.
Isn't it unfortunate for him that as I am undoing his ankle restrainst my fingernails accidentally brush up against the sole of his foot! Judjing by his spasmatic reaction this is not what he was expecting and he'd rather I get on with untying him as quickly as possible!
As I pretend to struggle with the restrainsts I question him. He tells me that he has been tied to the bed by my jealous friend for innocently staying late at work with his secretary a few too many times. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's no innocent.
So I proclaim that he has been tied too securely for me to undo it and I'm going to need some time. Poor guy...
So I sit on his hips, straddling him (ok in my world he's wearing shorts). I tell him he's just gonna have to see if he can loosen the restraints on his own. I glide my fingers across his chest and he begins to beg that I try to untie him one more time. Oh no, I tell him. He's gonna have to wriggle out himself.
I use all my fingers now, teasing little circles around his chest. He holds his composure remarkably well...
However as I move down to his sides he tenses and a grimmace spreads across his face. It isnt long before he erupts in giggles. The absurdity of his situation hits him but it isnt long before he realizes that I mean business and he begins to panic.
As my hands go lower and explore the base of his abdomen he pulls at his restraints but of course he is held securely. He is now overcome by fits of laughter and he tries to shake me off of him. Fortunately he is ties quite tightly and can't get the power needed to throw me. He tries to kick but his legs are useless.
He is passing through the panic phase and into anger. His curses are so strong my ears are burning but that only encourages me to continue. My tickling is still light and teasing but now quicker and a bit more intense. I move around his sides toward his back and he goes crazy! He leans to one side to hide it in the bed but that only exposes the other. He rolls back and forth in a futile attempt to stop some of the wicked sensations but it is no use. I laugh at him and tell him to take it like a man.
Now the anger is passing and he begins to beg. It is pitiful and I almost feel sorry for him. I have only tickled his upper body and already he is begging. As my fingers wiggle and dance around his underarms I am being bribed. Promised anything in the world that he has or doesnt have. I tease him further by pretending to consider his offers, but the tickling continues as soon as he has taken the first breath of releif.
By now he is sweating. The moisture increases the ticklish feelings as my fingernails glide effortlessly across his now slick, smoth skin.
Now I shift my position. I plant myself on the bed, between his legs. He takes this moment to catch his breath (a little) but he doesn't get much of a break. I do not make the transition gentle or easy. I go straight for the tender skin of his inner thighs. I switch rapidly between little squeezes and little scratches as my hands fly up and down his legs. They creep just inside the bottom of his shorts and go all the way down to the knee. He is now reduces to feverish whimpers, squeals, and grunts. As he thrashes around I almost feel sorry for him!
Almost!
I concentrate on his knees now. Both the top and the tender back. He tenses fully, trying desperately to curl into a defensive position. He is beyond words at this point and is just sputtering gibberish at me.
He is weakening. He is not fighting nearly as much as he did at the start. In response I slow the tickling to more of a gentle tease. He is by now quite highly sensitized and my lightest touch causes him to jerk and giggle. I no longer have him in hysterics but this slow and teasing torment is truly driving him mad.
I dance my fingernails around his ankles. He gives a pathetic half squeal, half whimper and throws his head back into the pillow, his face in a contorted expression of helpless agony.
I slow the tickling even furhter, eventually coming to a complete stop. He continues to giggle softly for a while. In his post-torture haza he is seemingly unaware that I have stopped.
He takes a few deep breaths. Please tell me you're done, he begs me. He's tried anger, bargaining, even threats on my life. By now he knows it's up to me to decide when he is through and so he asks me again. Please...please tell me this is over...
Oh God no! God no! he pleads ad I reach one hand over to each foot. Blindfolded as he is he does not know what is happening until my fingers are already wriggling under his now very sentitized toes. He pulls back violently against the restraints and for a moment I am afraid the will not hold. But they do and he is stuck. He tried to kick, to force my fingers away in any way possible. He howls...his body shakes with this sudden assault. he rolls to the left...he rolls to the right. He pulls, he kicks.
Stop!! He cries out. please for God sake STOP!
My fingers scratch up and down his soles, scuttling around the tops of his feet. He screams out through clenched teeth.
My fingers scurry around his feet one more time before traveling back up his legs. The kicking resumes but he is held fast.
I spend some time at the very tops of his legs, where they meet hs abdomen. His entire body responds, attempting once more to curl, to defend, to do something, anything to stop this attack on this soft and sensitive part of his body. The noises he makes now, mixed in with his fits of shrill and deperate laughter, are that of wounded animals. His laugh even is getting raspy.
My hands continue back up his sides, using my fingernails to their best advantage. Up under his arms as he thrashes frantically. But he is getting very weak and his strength is not a quarter of what it was when we started.
I think it best to stop suddenly. I leave him there. Im not moving or saying a word. He remains tense...awaiting my next attack, knowing it could come at any time, to any part of his body. He's shaking, sweating. His lips tremble.
I place my hand down on his stomach. He jerks, expecting another attack.
Relax, Tiger. I tell him. You've had enough for one day. I swear for a moment he's going to burst into tears with releif that it is finally over. I take his blindfold off and release him from his bonds. he sits up slowly, almost as if he feels he is going to fall apart if he moves too quickly. He sits on the edge of the bed for several minutes. His hands are shaking and he is just sitting...staring into space in disbelief. He stands on his wobbly legs and without a word between us I help him to dress.
I get him a glass of cold water and he drinks it. I find his grateful expression of thanks amusing considering what he has just been through at my own hand.
I open the door for him and he walks out of the house, still in a daze.

The End

I apologize for the length of this. I started writing and just got carried away. I aologize also for any typos...I dont have time right now to reread and correct! Hope you enjoyed it!

 

[THEO]

Wow

Thanks for the great response. I loved it. Thank you so much, as always!

_Stephen

 

[nessonite1]

Okay...someone needs to get the smelling salts for squirmer!!
Of course if he passes out it will be all that much easier to get him spread eagled on the bed...
hmmm....

 

[THEO]

My oh my, nessonite! the aggressive part of you is really there! Great!

 

[nessonite1]

Really! I worry myself sometimes!

 

[nessonite1]

Actually I have a little camera that peeks in at the corner of your window. Oh no!!! Put some CLOTHES ON will you???