This is an absolutely true story of what happened to my wife Amanda on her 40th birthday. Her friend Leigh had been her college roommate and knew all about the tickling I used to do to Amanda. All those years ago Leigh also found a stack of polaroids Amanda and I had taken, showing us both nude, some tied up, and even a couple of us kissing each other's feet (crazy college kids!). They had talked about it back then and it always kinda turned us on that Leigh knew, and over the years Leigh would do things when she visited that hinted about our secrets. Anyway, when planning this, Leigh had told me Amanda was going to have an unforgettable night, but I only found out the details afterwards from Amanda. I wrote it like a story since I wasn't there, and used details and thoughts Amanda told me about.
It had been an enjoyable 40th birthday for Amanda. Her friends Leigh and Jennifer had “kidnapped” her early Saturday morning for a day at the spa that included a facial, full-body massage, and pedicures for all 3. Now they were back at their hotel room, taking showers and dressing to go out to her favorite restaurant for dinner. All of them had taken naps, and Amanda was the now the last one to come out of the shower.
Later, she would be glad that she had taken the time to go ahead and put her bra on with her t-shirt and her husband’s boxers she had borrowed. But at the time she didn’t really notice that Jennifer and Leigh stopped talking when she came into the room. As Amanda sat on the bed to dry her hair, Leigh spoke up.
“So, have you had a good time today?”
“Yes, it’s been awesome. Thank you both so much.”
Jennifer chimed in, “You know, we want you to have a memorable birthday.”
Leigh added, “Yes we do, one you’ll never forget.”
“Well, it has been.” Amanda was so relaxed from the spa, and the margaritas they had at lunch that she didn’t see her friends exchanging a look.
Jennifer continued, “There is one other birthday tradition we should observe, though. How many times should you get spanked, is it 41?” She laughed.
Amanda laughed at the thought, “Something like that.”
Leigh quickly said, “But we don’t want to scare the neighbors.”
Jennifer grinned slyly, “But we should do something…”
Amanda never considered that her friends were serious, so she was only half paying attention. She didn’t notice Leigh move onto the bed behind her.
Suddenly Leigh grabbed Amanda from behind and pulled her arms up over her head. Jennifer moved quickly over and wrapped a long, narrow piece of cloth that looked like a bathrobe tie around her wrists several times before tying it off into a firm knot. She was almost done before Amanda thought to scream.
“AAHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP!”
Leigh gently put her hand over Amanda’s mouth until she stopped.
“We aren’t going to spank you dear, but we had to do something to you for your birthday. Instead of spanking you 41 times, you’re going to get tortured for 41 minutes. Tickle tortured.”
The word sent a wave of panic through Amanda. Surely they wouldn’t do that to her. Jennifer might not know since they never lived together, but Leigh definitely knew how deathly ticklish Amanda was, pretty much everywhere. By now Leigh had pulled Amanda all the way onto the bed, and Jennifer had tied her ankles together the same as her wrists. Amanda started to yell again.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? QUIT! LET ME GO!” Leigh covered her mouth again and whispered “Don’t make us gag you, Ange. We don’t want to get thrown out of the hotel.” She held her hand there until Amanda calmed down. Jennifer moved up to sit on the bed on one side of her captive friend, with Leigh on the other. Jennifer was obviously the more concerned of the two about what they were doing, and she spoke up.
“Listen, Amanda, this is just a game. If you really don’t want us to do this to you just say so. I don’t want you to get mad at us on your birthday.”
Leigh knew better than Jennifer how much Amanda would hate what they might do to her, but she also didn’t want to make it so easy for Amanda to back out, so she quickly added, “But it’s better than getting spanked, don’t you think? Besides, it’ll be something to laugh about later. Come on, Mandy, play along. We went to a lot of trouble planning this for you.” It wasn’t clear if she was talking about the whole weekend, or just this surprising part of it. When Amanda didn’t say anything right away, Leigh pressed ahead.
“Remember, I drove seven hours to be here. Surely you can handle 41 minutes of tickling. Think of it as your way of thanking us.”
Amanda couldn’t believe she was laying on the bed between her two best friends, with her wrists and ankles tied together, considering giving them permission to torture her in the way she hated most. She had never really been spanked but couldn’t imagine it would be worse than what they were proposing to do to her. And more than anything, she couldn’t think of a graceful way to get out of the situation without risking hurting their feelings and perhaps making the whole rest of the evening turn awkward. And she was also curious about what they would actually do, especially Jennifer. She knew that this wasn’t Jennifer’s idea and wondered if she would go through with it, and to what extent.
All this went through Amanda’s mind in just a few seconds. The more she thought about it the more her curiosity and her desire not to be seen as a “no-fun” overcame her fear of being tickled. Trying to sound exasperated, she sighed and said “Okay. Go ahead and get it over with.”
“Really?” Jennifer sounded surprised and anxious.
“Sure. Why not?” Amanda’s voice was flat, as if resigned to her fate.
“Cool!” Leigh was eager.
“WAIT!” Amanda shouted. “Who’s watching the time? I don’t want this to last a second longer than it’s supposed to.”
“I’ll set my travel alarm,” Jennifer helpfully offered. She got off the bed and got it out of her bag, set it, and placed it on the table next to the bed.
“Ready now?” Leigh was very eager.
“Sure.”
Leigh and Jennifer hadn’t really discussed strategy, so Leigh took the lead.
“We’ve got lots of time, so let’s start slow.” As she said this she began tracing her fingertips lightly over Amanda’s exposed arms, touching the soft inside part between her elbow and underarm. The sensation was light and Amanda smiled. When she did, Jennifer began doing the same to her other arm. This lasted for about a minute.
Slowly, Leigh began working her way down towards an armpit, making light passes quickly over it. Each time she did brought a slight reaction from Amanda, ranging from a small twitch to an almost silent chuckle. Amanda began moving her arms down instinctively to block the sensitive area, and Jennifer moved up to hold Amanda’s arms down at the wrists.
When Leigh saw Jennifer do that, she made her first real tickling move, scratching her fingernails for several seconds over Amanda’s exposed underarms. That brought a sustained “hahahahaha” from Amanda, and smiles from her tormentors.
“You like that?” Jennifer was loosening up.
“Oh, yeah, can’t you tell?” Amanda was smiling too.
“It only gets better,” Leigh said ominously.
She sat up on her knees and said “This shirt is in the way, Ange. It’s got to go.” She pulled Amanda’s t-shirt up over her head, but left it where it was covering her eyes like a blindfold. “It’ll be better if you don’t see this anyway. Now, promise you won’t move because Jennifer needs to help me.”
“Okay.”
Leigh motioned for Jennifer to move off the bed, and she got up also. “We’re not going anywhere, we’re just talking.”
“Great.”
After a few seconds of whispering to each other, they got in position. Leigh stood next to the side of the bed with her hands poised over Amanda’s exposed stomach. Jennifer knelt on the floor at the end of the bed with her hands similarly over Amanda’s bound bare feet. Amanda couldn’t see either of them.
“Ready?” Leigh asked Jennifer.
Amanda thought the question was for her. “Sure.”
Jennifer nodded.
“GO!”
With that they attacked simultaneously, Leigh digging her fingers into Amanda’s stomach and ribs, Jennifer scratching Amanda’s pedicured feet with her fingernails. The ferocity of the attack caused Amanda to sit straight up and yell, and Leigh had to stop her attack long enough to push her back down on the bed.
“OHMYGODOHMYGODSTOPSTOPSTOPAAHHHHSTOP” Amanda unleashed a torrent of screams and cries at first, and that gave way to deep, throaty laughter.
“HAHAHUHUHHAHA…Please stop!” The last part sounded pitiful enough that Jennifer and Leigh both stopped to let their friend rest.
“Happy Birthday Ange!” Leigh said cheerfully.
“Are you okay?” Jennifer was more concerned.
“Good grief! Are you two done?”
“We’ve haven’t gone 10 minutes yet. Still plenty more.”
“Well take it easy on me. 30 minutes more of that and I won’t be able to move. I can really feel it in my abs, and my legs.” Amanda seemed to know that she couldn’t talk them into ending it now.
Jennifer began lightly tracing her index fingers up and down Amanda’s soles. The light sensation was just enough to cause Amanda’s feet to clench and her toes to curl, and she let out a high “aaaahhhhh” to further indicate she could feel it. Jennifer kept working on her feet, alternating fast and slow strokes, tickling the tops, even rubbing them occasionally to give her poor friend a break.
Leigh, as expected, was not so merciful. She sat on the bed next to Amanda and tickled her under the arms, a spot that Amanda had not considered before as one of her vulnerable places. It was turning out to be. The more vigorous strokes, combined with Leigh’s verbal taunting, were causing Amanda to break down. She was trying to hold it in, down to some light chuckling and moaning, but that wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m glad it’s you and not me, Amanda. I don’t know if I could take this or not.”
“Hahahooohha” Not at loud as before, but Amanda was inventing new sounds.
“You look so cute all tied up like this. Maybe we should do this all night”
That broke the dam. “HAHAHAHAHAHAdammitOOOOOHHH.” Leigh and Jennifer both knew that Amanda cursing was a sign she was losing her mind. Again they stopped.
“How much longer?” came the weak voice.
“Just over halfway. Probably about 17 minutes to go.”
“Take this shirt off my face—I can’t breathe, I’m so hot.” Leigh pushed the shirt all the way up to Amanda’s tied wrists. Jennifer had an idea.
“I’ll be right back.” She went out and closed the door.
“Where’s she going?” Amanda was slightly concerned.
“Don’t know. I’m sure it won’t be good for you, though.” Leigh was really enjoying having Amanda at her mercy.
In about a minute Jennifer came back in carrying a full ice bucket. She seemed pleased to have thought of this. “This should cool you off!” she said loudly and rapidly.
“Nooo, it’s not supposed to be ice!” Amanda protested without thinking.
“Would you rather go back to the tickling?”
“Good point.”
Jennifer wasted no time putting the ice on Amanda’s bare stomach, causing her to begin squealing immediately. Jennifer took another piece and rubbed it onto Amanda’s exposed underarms, down her sides, and over her hips. Leigh got a couple of pieces and went for the feet. She put a piece into her mouth to get it wet and slippery, then ran it from bare heel to toes on one foot, then the other. Leigh then put it in her mouth again and ran it over the tops of both feet. The whole time Amanda was squirming and pulling as if to escape, but the strength it took to laugh was all the strength she had. It was now clear that she would be there until they were done with her, whether it was 41 minutes or 4 hours.
The ice attack lasted about 10 minutes in all, which was when they ran out of ice. When it was done there was visible moisture on Amanda’s body from the melted ice, and her tormentors had broken out in sweat. There were about 5 minutes left.
“What would be fun to do now?” Leigh’s enthusiasm for this game had not waned in the least.
“I want another shot at her feet!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“NOOOO!” Amanda laughed as she said this. “Not my feet again! You can do anything else you want!”
Jennifer laughed, “Honey, we can already do whatever we want to you now. What do you suggest we might do instead?”
“I don’t know—anything!”
“We don’t have time to do a lot of guessing, dear,” Leigh said. She had gotten back onto the end of the bed and was sitting with her legs towards the head of the bed. She began using her toes to gently tickle Amanda under the arms. “If you don’t have any alternatives, your feet are next.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO FROM HERE? ANYTHING, NAME IT!” Amanda was desperate for the tickling to be over.
Leigh moved her foot up to rest her heel on Amanda’s chest. “Why don’t you kiss my foot?” She bent her foot down until her toes were almost touching Amanda’s lips.
Amanda moved her head to the side, “No way bitch!”
“Oh, ‘bitch’ is it?” Leigh turned around and grabbed a foot and began tickling.
“STOPSTOPYousaidyouwouldn’tdothatanymoreSTOP!”
“Kiss my foot and I’ll stop.”
Jennifer chimed in, “Yeah, and mine too.”
“No way-I’m not kissing anybody’s feet!”
Leigh clucked “Have it your way” and began tickling Amanda’s feet with more intensity. Jennifer started doing the same to the backs of Amanda’s knees. The dual assault on her two worst areas overcame her quickly.
“OKAYokay, I’ll do it! Just stop that!”
“Do what dear?” Leigh was going to make her say it.
“KISS THEM, DAMMIT!” Amanda was perturbed that they were still tickling her after she had agreed.
“Kiss what? Tell you what, why don’t you ask us if we still want you to?”
“Huh?”
“Ask us or we may not let you go when the time is up.”
“LET ME KISS YOUR NASTY FEET, DAMMIT!”
“Is that any way to ask?” Leigh and Jennifer had eased up, but were still tickling just enough to keep Amanda’s attention.
“May I kiss your feet?” Amanda was now subdued, about to start crying. This was torture, and it was embarrassing.
Leigh didn’t let up—they had come this far. “Who are you talking to? And what should you say when you ask?” Jennifer was about to intervene when Amanda smiled slightly and whispered softly, “Leigh and Jennifer may I please kiss your feet?” It wasn’t clear if she was just relieved that she had found a way to stop the torture, or if she was still enjoying the game. In any case, what had already been a memorable 40th birthday was about to get even more so.
Leigh rolled back over and put her bare right foot where it had been before, on Amanda’s chest. Jennifer was shy about putting her feet on display, even with the pedicure she had gotten earlier that day, so she got on Amanda’s other side but slipped both her feet underneath Amanda as if waiting her turn.
Amanda grinned, now definitely enjoying being in control of her destiny. “Is this my birthday present?”
Leigh laughed, “Sure, blow on them and make a wish.” Jennifer laughed and relaxed, now seeing that Amanda wasn’t mad.
Amanda closed her eyes and placed light kisses on each of Leigh’ toes from big to small and back again. She paused to see if that was all that was expected, but didn’t open her eyes.
“We’ve got at least 5 minutes left. You can do better than that.”
Amanda kissed the toes again, but then began placing the same light kisses on her friend’s bare sole. Even though she could barely feel it, Leigh made a small moan of appreciation to encourage Amanda to keep going. When she had covered practically the entire bottom of Leigh’s foot with pecks, Amanda opened her mouth and began giving short licks over the same area. Now Leigh could feel the warmth of Amanda’s tongue, and the more she licked the bolder Amanda became. Soon her short licks became longer, and she was running her tongue up almost the entire length of Leigh’s size 9 feet. The moans were more genuine now. Without opening her eyes, Amanda whispered breathlessly “Give me the other one.” Leigh switched feet and Amanda gave it the same treatment.
Jennifer was watching wide-eyed. She had never seen anyone do this, and had certainly never thought about being part of any foot-kissing either way. She was mildly self-conscious about her own feet since they were slightly larger than typical for someone of her petite stature. None of her boyfriends nor her husband had ever paid them the slightest attention, but she could tell that Leigh and Amanda were not unfamiliar with what they were doing. Now it was about to be her turn. She hadn’t expected Amanda to do it, or for Leigh to let her.
Amanda had gone beyond just licking and was now sucking on Leigh’s toes. Leigh was laying back with her eyes closed like Amanda’s, and sounds of pleasure were coming from her. As she sucked on a big toe like it was something else, Amanda opened her eyes briefly and smiled at Jennifer. Finally Leigh said “Damn I hate to say this, but Jennifer it’s your turn.”
Jennifer hesitated “Th-that’s okay, you keep going and I’ll just watch.”
Leigh was insistent. “No, this is for Ange’s birthday, and she asked you earlier, remember?”
Amanda was kind of enjoying her friend’s discomfort—it was much better than her own discomfort earlier. “Please Jennifer, may I kiss your beautiful feet?”
Now was the moment of truth for Jennifer. She had been willing to put her best friend in an embarrassing situation, and to torture Amanda with tickling that Jennifer knew was agony for her. Now Jennifer had to decide if she was going to put a premature end to their game, or step out, so to speak.
“I…I really don’t…it’s just that…” Jennifer struggled to find the words.
“Please may I? This was all your idea, you can’t back out now.” Amanda, even though still tied hand and foot, was now in charge. Jennifer slowly lifted one foot and moved it towards Amanda’s mouth. Amanda raised up for the first time in over a half-hour to meet her friend halfway. For some reason it was important that they both go through with what they had started.
Amanda brought her tied hands in front of her to grasp Jennifer’s ankle and guide her toes. When her lips first touched a big toe, Jennifer let out an audible gasp. Amanda wasted no time, taking the toes into her mouth and sucking each one. Jennifer now had her own eyes closed and was marveling at how wonderful this felt. The sensation of her toes in Amanda’s warm mouth sent shivers of pleasure up her legs. Jennifer went quickly from not wanting it to happen to not wanting it to stop.
Amanda covered both her friend’s feet with kisses and licks and sucked every toe. It had indeed been some birthday. Over dinner later they discussed whose turn it was when they got back to the hotel.
It had been an enjoyable 40th birthday for Amanda. Her friends Leigh and Jennifer had “kidnapped” her early Saturday morning for a day at the spa that included a facial, full-body massage, and pedicures for all 3. Now they were back at their hotel room, taking showers and dressing to go out to her favorite restaurant for dinner. All of them had taken naps, and Amanda was the now the last one to come out of the shower.
Later, she would be glad that she had taken the time to go ahead and put her bra on with her t-shirt and her husband’s boxers she had borrowed. But at the time she didn’t really notice that Jennifer and Leigh stopped talking when she came into the room. As Amanda sat on the bed to dry her hair, Leigh spoke up.
“So, have you had a good time today?”
“Yes, it’s been awesome. Thank you both so much.”
Jennifer chimed in, “You know, we want you to have a memorable birthday.”
Leigh added, “Yes we do, one you’ll never forget.”
“Well, it has been.” Amanda was so relaxed from the spa, and the margaritas they had at lunch that she didn’t see her friends exchanging a look.
Jennifer continued, “There is one other birthday tradition we should observe, though. How many times should you get spanked, is it 41?” She laughed.
Amanda laughed at the thought, “Something like that.”
Leigh quickly said, “But we don’t want to scare the neighbors.”
Jennifer grinned slyly, “But we should do something…”
Amanda never considered that her friends were serious, so she was only half paying attention. She didn’t notice Leigh move onto the bed behind her.
Suddenly Leigh grabbed Amanda from behind and pulled her arms up over her head. Jennifer moved quickly over and wrapped a long, narrow piece of cloth that looked like a bathrobe tie around her wrists several times before tying it off into a firm knot. She was almost done before Amanda thought to scream.
“AAHHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP!”
Leigh gently put her hand over Amanda’s mouth until she stopped.
“We aren’t going to spank you dear, but we had to do something to you for your birthday. Instead of spanking you 41 times, you’re going to get tortured for 41 minutes. Tickle tortured.”
The word sent a wave of panic through Amanda. Surely they wouldn’t do that to her. Jennifer might not know since they never lived together, but Leigh definitely knew how deathly ticklish Amanda was, pretty much everywhere. By now Leigh had pulled Amanda all the way onto the bed, and Jennifer had tied her ankles together the same as her wrists. Amanda started to yell again.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? QUIT! LET ME GO!” Leigh covered her mouth again and whispered “Don’t make us gag you, Ange. We don’t want to get thrown out of the hotel.” She held her hand there until Amanda calmed down. Jennifer moved up to sit on the bed on one side of her captive friend, with Leigh on the other. Jennifer was obviously the more concerned of the two about what they were doing, and she spoke up.
“Listen, Amanda, this is just a game. If you really don’t want us to do this to you just say so. I don’t want you to get mad at us on your birthday.”
Leigh knew better than Jennifer how much Amanda would hate what they might do to her, but she also didn’t want to make it so easy for Amanda to back out, so she quickly added, “But it’s better than getting spanked, don’t you think? Besides, it’ll be something to laugh about later. Come on, Mandy, play along. We went to a lot of trouble planning this for you.” It wasn’t clear if she was talking about the whole weekend, or just this surprising part of it. When Amanda didn’t say anything right away, Leigh pressed ahead.
“Remember, I drove seven hours to be here. Surely you can handle 41 minutes of tickling. Think of it as your way of thanking us.”
Amanda couldn’t believe she was laying on the bed between her two best friends, with her wrists and ankles tied together, considering giving them permission to torture her in the way she hated most. She had never really been spanked but couldn’t imagine it would be worse than what they were proposing to do to her. And more than anything, she couldn’t think of a graceful way to get out of the situation without risking hurting their feelings and perhaps making the whole rest of the evening turn awkward. And she was also curious about what they would actually do, especially Jennifer. She knew that this wasn’t Jennifer’s idea and wondered if she would go through with it, and to what extent.
All this went through Amanda’s mind in just a few seconds. The more she thought about it the more her curiosity and her desire not to be seen as a “no-fun” overcame her fear of being tickled. Trying to sound exasperated, she sighed and said “Okay. Go ahead and get it over with.”
“Really?” Jennifer sounded surprised and anxious.
“Sure. Why not?” Amanda’s voice was flat, as if resigned to her fate.
“Cool!” Leigh was eager.
“WAIT!” Amanda shouted. “Who’s watching the time? I don’t want this to last a second longer than it’s supposed to.”
“I’ll set my travel alarm,” Jennifer helpfully offered. She got off the bed and got it out of her bag, set it, and placed it on the table next to the bed.
“Ready now?” Leigh was very eager.
“Sure.”
Leigh and Jennifer hadn’t really discussed strategy, so Leigh took the lead.
“We’ve got lots of time, so let’s start slow.” As she said this she began tracing her fingertips lightly over Amanda’s exposed arms, touching the soft inside part between her elbow and underarm. The sensation was light and Amanda smiled. When she did, Jennifer began doing the same to her other arm. This lasted for about a minute.
Slowly, Leigh began working her way down towards an armpit, making light passes quickly over it. Each time she did brought a slight reaction from Amanda, ranging from a small twitch to an almost silent chuckle. Amanda began moving her arms down instinctively to block the sensitive area, and Jennifer moved up to hold Amanda’s arms down at the wrists.
When Leigh saw Jennifer do that, she made her first real tickling move, scratching her fingernails for several seconds over Amanda’s exposed underarms. That brought a sustained “hahahahaha” from Amanda, and smiles from her tormentors.
“You like that?” Jennifer was loosening up.
“Oh, yeah, can’t you tell?” Amanda was smiling too.
“It only gets better,” Leigh said ominously.
She sat up on her knees and said “This shirt is in the way, Ange. It’s got to go.” She pulled Amanda’s t-shirt up over her head, but left it where it was covering her eyes like a blindfold. “It’ll be better if you don’t see this anyway. Now, promise you won’t move because Jennifer needs to help me.”
“Okay.”
Leigh motioned for Jennifer to move off the bed, and she got up also. “We’re not going anywhere, we’re just talking.”
“Great.”
After a few seconds of whispering to each other, they got in position. Leigh stood next to the side of the bed with her hands poised over Amanda’s exposed stomach. Jennifer knelt on the floor at the end of the bed with her hands similarly over Amanda’s bound bare feet. Amanda couldn’t see either of them.
“Ready?” Leigh asked Jennifer.
Amanda thought the question was for her. “Sure.”
Jennifer nodded.
“GO!”
With that they attacked simultaneously, Leigh digging her fingers into Amanda’s stomach and ribs, Jennifer scratching Amanda’s pedicured feet with her fingernails. The ferocity of the attack caused Amanda to sit straight up and yell, and Leigh had to stop her attack long enough to push her back down on the bed.
“OHMYGODOHMYGODSTOPSTOPSTOPAAHHHHSTOP” Amanda unleashed a torrent of screams and cries at first, and that gave way to deep, throaty laughter.
“HAHAHUHUHHAHA…Please stop!” The last part sounded pitiful enough that Jennifer and Leigh both stopped to let their friend rest.
“Happy Birthday Ange!” Leigh said cheerfully.
“Are you okay?” Jennifer was more concerned.
“Good grief! Are you two done?”
“We’ve haven’t gone 10 minutes yet. Still plenty more.”
“Well take it easy on me. 30 minutes more of that and I won’t be able to move. I can really feel it in my abs, and my legs.” Amanda seemed to know that she couldn’t talk them into ending it now.
Jennifer began lightly tracing her index fingers up and down Amanda’s soles. The light sensation was just enough to cause Amanda’s feet to clench and her toes to curl, and she let out a high “aaaahhhhh” to further indicate she could feel it. Jennifer kept working on her feet, alternating fast and slow strokes, tickling the tops, even rubbing them occasionally to give her poor friend a break.
Leigh, as expected, was not so merciful. She sat on the bed next to Amanda and tickled her under the arms, a spot that Amanda had not considered before as one of her vulnerable places. It was turning out to be. The more vigorous strokes, combined with Leigh’s verbal taunting, were causing Amanda to break down. She was trying to hold it in, down to some light chuckling and moaning, but that wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m glad it’s you and not me, Amanda. I don’t know if I could take this or not.”
“Hahahooohha” Not at loud as before, but Amanda was inventing new sounds.
“You look so cute all tied up like this. Maybe we should do this all night”
That broke the dam. “HAHAHAHAHAHAdammitOOOOOHHH.” Leigh and Jennifer both knew that Amanda cursing was a sign she was losing her mind. Again they stopped.
“How much longer?” came the weak voice.
“Just over halfway. Probably about 17 minutes to go.”
“Take this shirt off my face—I can’t breathe, I’m so hot.” Leigh pushed the shirt all the way up to Amanda’s tied wrists. Jennifer had an idea.
“I’ll be right back.” She went out and closed the door.
“Where’s she going?” Amanda was slightly concerned.
“Don’t know. I’m sure it won’t be good for you, though.” Leigh was really enjoying having Amanda at her mercy.
In about a minute Jennifer came back in carrying a full ice bucket. She seemed pleased to have thought of this. “This should cool you off!” she said loudly and rapidly.
“Nooo, it’s not supposed to be ice!” Amanda protested without thinking.
“Would you rather go back to the tickling?”
“Good point.”
Jennifer wasted no time putting the ice on Amanda’s bare stomach, causing her to begin squealing immediately. Jennifer took another piece and rubbed it onto Amanda’s exposed underarms, down her sides, and over her hips. Leigh got a couple of pieces and went for the feet. She put a piece into her mouth to get it wet and slippery, then ran it from bare heel to toes on one foot, then the other. Leigh then put it in her mouth again and ran it over the tops of both feet. The whole time Amanda was squirming and pulling as if to escape, but the strength it took to laugh was all the strength she had. It was now clear that she would be there until they were done with her, whether it was 41 minutes or 4 hours.
The ice attack lasted about 10 minutes in all, which was when they ran out of ice. When it was done there was visible moisture on Amanda’s body from the melted ice, and her tormentors had broken out in sweat. There were about 5 minutes left.
“What would be fun to do now?” Leigh’s enthusiasm for this game had not waned in the least.
“I want another shot at her feet!” Jennifer exclaimed.
“NOOOO!” Amanda laughed as she said this. “Not my feet again! You can do anything else you want!”
Jennifer laughed, “Honey, we can already do whatever we want to you now. What do you suggest we might do instead?”
“I don’t know—anything!”
“We don’t have time to do a lot of guessing, dear,” Leigh said. She had gotten back onto the end of the bed and was sitting with her legs towards the head of the bed. She began using her toes to gently tickle Amanda under the arms. “If you don’t have any alternatives, your feet are next.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO FROM HERE? ANYTHING, NAME IT!” Amanda was desperate for the tickling to be over.
Leigh moved her foot up to rest her heel on Amanda’s chest. “Why don’t you kiss my foot?” She bent her foot down until her toes were almost touching Amanda’s lips.
Amanda moved her head to the side, “No way bitch!”
“Oh, ‘bitch’ is it?” Leigh turned around and grabbed a foot and began tickling.
“STOPSTOPYousaidyouwouldn’tdothatanymoreSTOP!”
“Kiss my foot and I’ll stop.”
Jennifer chimed in, “Yeah, and mine too.”
“No way-I’m not kissing anybody’s feet!”
Leigh clucked “Have it your way” and began tickling Amanda’s feet with more intensity. Jennifer started doing the same to the backs of Amanda’s knees. The dual assault on her two worst areas overcame her quickly.
“OKAYokay, I’ll do it! Just stop that!”
“Do what dear?” Leigh was going to make her say it.
“KISS THEM, DAMMIT!” Amanda was perturbed that they were still tickling her after she had agreed.
“Kiss what? Tell you what, why don’t you ask us if we still want you to?”
“Huh?”
“Ask us or we may not let you go when the time is up.”
“LET ME KISS YOUR NASTY FEET, DAMMIT!”
“Is that any way to ask?” Leigh and Jennifer had eased up, but were still tickling just enough to keep Amanda’s attention.
“May I kiss your feet?” Amanda was now subdued, about to start crying. This was torture, and it was embarrassing.
Leigh didn’t let up—they had come this far. “Who are you talking to? And what should you say when you ask?” Jennifer was about to intervene when Amanda smiled slightly and whispered softly, “Leigh and Jennifer may I please kiss your feet?” It wasn’t clear if she was just relieved that she had found a way to stop the torture, or if she was still enjoying the game. In any case, what had already been a memorable 40th birthday was about to get even more so.
Leigh rolled back over and put her bare right foot where it had been before, on Amanda’s chest. Jennifer was shy about putting her feet on display, even with the pedicure she had gotten earlier that day, so she got on Amanda’s other side but slipped both her feet underneath Amanda as if waiting her turn.
Amanda grinned, now definitely enjoying being in control of her destiny. “Is this my birthday present?”
Leigh laughed, “Sure, blow on them and make a wish.” Jennifer laughed and relaxed, now seeing that Amanda wasn’t mad.
Amanda closed her eyes and placed light kisses on each of Leigh’ toes from big to small and back again. She paused to see if that was all that was expected, but didn’t open her eyes.
“We’ve got at least 5 minutes left. You can do better than that.”
Amanda kissed the toes again, but then began placing the same light kisses on her friend’s bare sole. Even though she could barely feel it, Leigh made a small moan of appreciation to encourage Amanda to keep going. When she had covered practically the entire bottom of Leigh’s foot with pecks, Amanda opened her mouth and began giving short licks over the same area. Now Leigh could feel the warmth of Amanda’s tongue, and the more she licked the bolder Amanda became. Soon her short licks became longer, and she was running her tongue up almost the entire length of Leigh’s size 9 feet. The moans were more genuine now. Without opening her eyes, Amanda whispered breathlessly “Give me the other one.” Leigh switched feet and Amanda gave it the same treatment.
Jennifer was watching wide-eyed. She had never seen anyone do this, and had certainly never thought about being part of any foot-kissing either way. She was mildly self-conscious about her own feet since they were slightly larger than typical for someone of her petite stature. None of her boyfriends nor her husband had ever paid them the slightest attention, but she could tell that Leigh and Amanda were not unfamiliar with what they were doing. Now it was about to be her turn. She hadn’t expected Amanda to do it, or for Leigh to let her.
Amanda had gone beyond just licking and was now sucking on Leigh’s toes. Leigh was laying back with her eyes closed like Amanda’s, and sounds of pleasure were coming from her. As she sucked on a big toe like it was something else, Amanda opened her eyes briefly and smiled at Jennifer. Finally Leigh said “Damn I hate to say this, but Jennifer it’s your turn.”
Jennifer hesitated “Th-that’s okay, you keep going and I’ll just watch.”
Leigh was insistent. “No, this is for Ange’s birthday, and she asked you earlier, remember?”
Amanda was kind of enjoying her friend’s discomfort—it was much better than her own discomfort earlier. “Please Jennifer, may I kiss your beautiful feet?”
Now was the moment of truth for Jennifer. She had been willing to put her best friend in an embarrassing situation, and to torture Amanda with tickling that Jennifer knew was agony for her. Now Jennifer had to decide if she was going to put a premature end to their game, or step out, so to speak.
“I…I really don’t…it’s just that…” Jennifer struggled to find the words.
“Please may I? This was all your idea, you can’t back out now.” Amanda, even though still tied hand and foot, was now in charge. Jennifer slowly lifted one foot and moved it towards Amanda’s mouth. Amanda raised up for the first time in over a half-hour to meet her friend halfway. For some reason it was important that they both go through with what they had started.
Amanda brought her tied hands in front of her to grasp Jennifer’s ankle and guide her toes. When her lips first touched a big toe, Jennifer let out an audible gasp. Amanda wasted no time, taking the toes into her mouth and sucking each one. Jennifer now had her own eyes closed and was marveling at how wonderful this felt. The sensation of her toes in Amanda’s warm mouth sent shivers of pleasure up her legs. Jennifer went quickly from not wanting it to happen to not wanting it to stop.
Amanda covered both her friend’s feet with kisses and licks and sucked every toe. It had indeed been some birthday. Over dinner later they discussed whose turn it was when they got back to the hotel.
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