July has been a drama filled month for me, but I should be finishing up some more commissions and posting soon. Here is another one. Feel free to reach out if you have a fantasy you'd like to commission into a story. I'm running some discounts this week!
Z and Tara lived together with Tara's friend Amy...The relationship between Amy and Z could be considered...strained to say the least. Tara was much more high strung, always liking her personal space, really disliking feeling like she is being sexualized in any way...she had a very emo personality and gothic style. It was almost like she made her outward appearance such that people would stay away...On her bedroom door, she had a sign that simply said "Stay away", and that was sort of her motto. It was odd that she and Amy were such good friends, it didn't quite make sense, because Tara was a bit more "normal". She had to put up with Z, who was a lot more fun, playful and you need a certain kind of personality to be able to deal with that. Tara didn't deal with him at all. They were constantly fighting. It felt like Z was always doing stupid shit that she just couldn't stand. Other than her, Z was pretty well liked by most of Tara's friends...particularly Brock...one of Tara's bi friends who had a pretty massive not so secret crush on Z. Him finding out that Z is ticklish was a huge turn on for him.
Sunday nights were always a little tense. Amy had to get up very early for work, Tara a little bit later, and Z a little bit later than her...which meant Z was not really in a rush to go to bed, but Amy very much was. The late night tv watching wasn't bad...The three of them would watch some netflix, Tara would get ready for bed and try to sleep and right as she started to doze off, all of a sudden she would hear screaming and laughing from the kitchen....Tara getting the shit tickled out of her again....Stuff getting knocked over, rolling on the floor, high pitched squealing, screaming and cackling as Z verbally teased her and she begged him to stop, sometimes to the point of her screaming STOP!...this wasn't just a quick 20 second thing...sometimes these shenanigans would explode out of nowhere and wake Amy up. Finally Amy had had enough. She bolted out of her room to find Tara on the floor trying to crawl away and Z had her feet under him and he was attacking them. "SERIOUSLY??? what the fuck? it's 11:30! You assholes are gonna get us kicked out! She storms off to bed and the two of them decide to head to bed as well...and be more quiet. or at least try to.
The next night, things had calmed down a bit...they all went to bed and there wasn't an issue... Tara and Z had dinner and started their night just chilling on the couch and watching netflix...The door opened and in came Amy after a long day...she threw her bag down, went into her room, took a shower and got into her PJ's...She came in and joined them on the couch in her black yoga pants, black t shirt, wet hair, bare feet that she placed on the coffee table...Z couldn't help but move his eyeballs in that direction to see her feet. it's not like he's never seen them...he just really admired them. They were very clean, she rarely went without shoes, so also super smooth and he wanted to maybe be able to remember those feet later....maybe save them for the spank bank. He pulls out his phone, pretends to scroll through for a few minutes....pulls out the camera app, and points it towards her feet while looking straight forward at the tv as if that is just where his hand happens to be placed and hits the button...there's one problem. The flash was on so not only did it flash. It made a sound. He's found out.
He's mortified. There's no way he could ever make them believe he was doing something else. Clearly, he was taking a picture of her feet. This wasn't the first time she caught him looking. Both girls gasped and shot a look at him. "Z!!!!" Tara shouts, not quite as angry as Tara. Tara stands up and shouts at him "are you fucking serious? You're taking pictures of my FEET?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" You are UNBELIEVABLE! Tara! My room now!" He gets up to join them. "This is not a conversation you want to be a part of." She storms into her room. Tara, clearly annoyed by this behavior of his, but a little bit more understanding gives him a stern but reassuring look like "I'll take care of this. We'll chat in a bit." He sits down and waits as Tara walks in the room and shuts the door. He can hear a little because Tara is talking really loud, but he can't hear exactly what she is saying. "Seriously TARA?? Your Boyfriend is taking pictures of my FEET?? I bet if I could find them, I would be able to find them on some creepy website. He's gotta go. I don't care if you date him but he can't live here.' Tara calmy gives her a hug "it's ok...I'll take care of it..just....maybe chill in here for the rest of the night, and I'll figure out something to make it right. I promise."
Early the next morning, Z woke up a little before Tara, and he could hear Amy getting ready for work. Part of him wanted to go out and apologize to her, but based on how mad she is, it may cause more harm than good...He rolls over and spoons Tara from behind as she sleeps, gently kissing her neck, wrapping his leg around her a little and gently stroking her neck. She rouses a bit and quietly moans "mmm you're up early". He kisses her and whispers "are you mad at me?" She lies, and says "no. it was just a silly thing....maybe just don't do that anymore. You have my feet and can take pictures of them all you want. Just don't post them anywhere. He is relieved to hear that, and reaches down to her ankle and pulls it closer to him, bending her knee slightly so he can reach her sole. "What are you doing?" she says, basically knowing the answer to the question. He whispers in her ear, "Speaking of feet..." and starts gently tracing his fingers on her soles causing her to giggle softly. "Stop!" she says playfully. "Try to be as quiet as you can and just take it, '' he whispers again. She laughs, and feels sexy "but I might scream!" she says playfully as she buries her head in the pillow and kind of bites it as his tickling on her feet gets a little more bold, using all of his fingers to gently scratch her soft smooth heel." She wiggles from side to side as he secures her ankle under his leg. She shakes her head into the pillow, laughing loudly but muffled enough that it won't bother Amy...even though she's up and it shouldn't bother her...their tickle play really annoys her regardless....Tara tries her best to hold out and take it, and not say stop as she feels she is getting more and more arroused, and she can feel from behind that he is getting more and more arroused by her helpless feminine laugh...trying to hold out as much as she can and letting out the ticklish energy in some way, she flails her other foot, which is free and pounds the matress with her fist repeatatly, screaming into the pillow at the tickle torture. "oh, you're so gonna get it!" she warns him through her laughs "I know...and i'm fine with that" he teases as his other hand reaches around and starts pleasuring her clit...He becomes a bit more gentle with the foot tickling, he is no longer restraining her foot, but she keeps her foot as still as possible as she giggles and moans...The moaning is a bit more hard to keep quiet as she throws her head back and lets out a long, loud moan....Just then, Amy grabs her bag and is ready to leave, slamming the door in annoyance behind her...part of Amy's issue is that she's a little jealous that she doesn't have a lot of attention from guys..at least not the ones she would be interested in...Z and Tara are so extra with their physical attention, and something about Z just really bothers her....She really wishes she could get him back in some way....that or he just leave. This has really caused a bit of a rift in her relationship with Tara, but that friendship is worth saving....
In the bedroom, both of them are fully ready and Z rolls Tara on her back. Because they both sleep nude, there is not much to do before just getting to it. He spreads her legs and inserts himself. She moans as she feels his dick go in her and he starts pumping....As he does for a few seconds he props himself up and puts his fingers in her armpits from under her and gently starts wiggling them. Him being on top of her, she's pretty limited in her movements. She throws her head back and gently giggles "I'm telling you...you are in so much trouble when I get my hands on youhohohohohohooo" He leans down and bites her neck, licks her collar bone and she squirms and laughs at the ticklish sensation..She's willing to take a lot knowing he indeed is going to get his a little later, He continues to pump and sweat over her as she wraps her legs around his back. He reaches back and gently plays with her toes, causing her to moan and giggle at the same time. Although her feet are very ticklish, certain parts...particularly her toes are very arousing to be touched. However when he wriggles his fingers in between them, it's just insanely ticklish for her, and she lets out the silliest little giggle...unlike any laugh she really has in her...certain highly sensitive parts of her body when touched cause the craziest noises to escape her lips as she buries her face in his shoulder and begs "oh please stop!" the begging, giggling and wriggling under him is just what he needs as he pumps faster and explodes in her, the clutch each other and then he rolls off of her as he recovers. After a few minutes of catching their breath, she says seductively "ok, I think it's your turn to get tickled you bad boy." She leans down and sucks the cum off his dick. He giggles nervously, knowing that's only fair. "Ok fine!" She stands up, goes under the bed and gets the rope they sometimes use "Oh shit, you're gonna tie me up?" he says as he closes his eyes and shakes his head knowing how bad this is going to be. "Oh definitely! after what you pulled last night, you're in a lot of trouble." As she ties each of his ankles and has him spread eagle, tying them to the foot posts he reminds her "so, we can't be super long, we need to get to work." She gets his phone "what if you called in sick? we could play all day." His eyes widened "ok, but you need your time too then!" She assures him she will take her turn, and he agrees. He takes his free hand to call in sick to work as she secures his one wrist over his head to the head board, takes his phone and secures the other one... She runs and takes a quick shower, and throws on her clothes. "Wait, what are you doing? He asks, finding it odd that she would just leave him tied and not start tickling him..." She gets her bag..and keys and starts texting on her phone "so I won't be tickling you today....I think there might be someone else that would like a crack at it...I'll give you a hint. You have a picture of her feet on your phone. Have fun!" She walks out the door without any further details. His stomach drops as he realizes what she's saying "wait...what??? what??? Oh...shit."
Tara walks out of the apartment, feeling she owes it to Amy to get a bit of revenge on Z. She walks out and sends Amy a text "Hey, I'm really sorry about everything that Z has done lately. I know he's a lot...just so you know, I talked to him." She gets a text back "well, talking to him isn't going to cut it anymore. Seriously, one more thing and I'm moving out." As Tara walks out of her apartment and down the street, she knows the news she has for Amy might grasp her attention. "So...I have a surprise for you...This morning before I left, I got Z naked, and I tied him up in our bed lol...He thought we were going to have some fun...but I think you deserve to get some revenge on him. Obviously, he's not going anywhere...he's all yours." First, Amy sends a GIF of OH MY GOD!. "Are you serious??? you're sick, girl, but I like it. Should I go in there and be all Domme and beat his ass??" Tara snickers "even better...yes, go in there and get him all nervous and intimidated by you, but pain isn't really gonna do anything...seriously...with him being tied up like that, you should tickle him. He's crazy ticklish and it will be absolute torture for him...be brutal. He deserves it. I'd join you, but I really need to work today...maybe next time" Amy covers her mouth laughing, not believing this is true, and texts back "I think I can make that work. Any tips on where to go on his body? I'm assuming she knows it pretty well." This is a pretty easy question for Tara. Although she's mainly the victim of his tickles, she certainly has retaliated on him before with some great success. "His spots are his underarms, his feet and his ribs...go wild. Let me know how it goes." Amy is pretty excited at the possibility of taking her anger and aggression out in this way. She texts their mutual friend Brock to let him know what is happening. He's probably the only other one that will know about this "Hey dude, guess what? I'm gonna spend the day with your favorite guyyyyyy." Brock is bi and has an insane crush on Z that is pretty unrequited. "Z???? OMG What are you guys doing???? and did I miss something? Don't you hate him?" She responds "I DO. He's a fuck face. BUT apparently Tara tied him to the bed and she's letting me go all domme on his ass, so I'm about to head home and I'm going to tickle the shit out of him." Brock responds "ummm I just got hard sitting at my desk at work...this is awkward. GURL you know how much I love a ticklish straight boy. You MUST give me all the details...maybe even record some of it and send me?" She shakes her head, waits for a time to go up to her boss, fakes being sick and walks out of work making her way home. She comes into the apartment, closes the door, and puts her keys down. Z knows he's so fucked. She walks into the bedroom and smirks "OH HEY Z! looks like you're in a bit of a bind." HE struggles a bit "Seriously, you have to let me out. I'm really sorry for being annoying and whatever I've done to you, but this isn't cool. I'll make you a deal, take a pic of me, post it on facebook whatever, but you gotta let me out of here." She walks to the foot of the bed, pulls her phone out, takes a pic of him, only the upper body and sends it to Brock. "OH but that wouldn't be a punishment fitting the crime." He looks confused "you are sooooo obsessed with ticking. You're ALWAYS attacking Tara, making her SCREAM at all hours of the night. It's fucking obnixious. THAN you take pictures of my feet! I'm sure you're wondering if they are ticklish...I'm giving you no info... But you deserve everything you dish out and more...your girl set this up for me...she even gave me a roadmap...Before going full out on torturing Z's body. She decided to first just test out the various body parts she recommended. Starting at his feet, she gently ran her fingers up along his toes, he instantly curled them and giggled "oh shit". He knew that any details Tina knows about his ticklishness, she probably made well known. She gently wiggles his toes on both of his feet with both of her hands "DO you have ticklish piggies? oh no. We will have to play with those for SURE. You are so dead, I hope you know that." He wiggles and squirms, trying to hold in laughter, trying not to give her any satisfaction...but at the same time, although he knows how much trouble he's in, he's sort of loving the attention...having her get him is sort of a fantasy of his. Particularly because she is so anti tickle and so harsh and not playful at all...she makes the perfect ler...and he's very curious how she would be as a lee. She moves up and places both of her hands on his ribs and runs her fingers over them, touching each one. If he could he would recoil in a ball, but with him being tied, he is totally vulnerable..the same is true when she gently grazes his underarms. He throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. "oh no!!!"
Knowing the answer to this, but wanting to make him say it "Ohhhhhh are you a little sensitive here, Z? This might be problematic for you....You can't put your arms down CAN YOU?" She says as she gently traces his exposed under arms with her fingernails, He scrunches his face into a contorted smile, closes his eyes tightly and starts shaking "OH my gohhhohohohd, yes!" he manages to get out. His body is trying to roll from side to side but his hands being tied above him totally betrays him. "Be nice ok??" He pleads. "NIce? Oh I have been nice putting up with your bullshit for the past year", she replies, still tracing her fingers into his hair, gently playing with it. He is finding the gentle touch of her fingernails is absolutely brutal and complete murder to his mental state, particularly knowing that she's going to so much more aggressive,...on her own time. He tries to downplay his reactions, thinking maybe she will move onto a different body part, thinking the underarms aren't worth exploring, but she's too smart for that. She knows what she's doing...somehow...although she despises tickling and hasn't ever really been a ler, she could certainly get in someone's head, and fuck with people, and that's a big part of it. Also she's having a lot of fun with the idea of having such power over someone and putting them through something brutal...basically taking out her frustrations on him. Part of her knows he's probably going to be into it, and might enjoy it in some way, but at the same time, her challenge is making the love-hate relationship be much heavier on the hate. She puts her fingers together, and begins gently massaging his underarms with her fingertips, he scrunches his eyes together again, opens his mouth in a wide smile and whispers out more giggles, suddenly the tickling goes up to a different level as she switches techniques. She's still going slow and methodical, forcing him to feel every inch and slight movement of her fingers, but she's digging into the muscles a little bit more. Her techniques are absolute murder on his sensitive armpits, that because they are slightly sweating now due to his nervousness, her fingers are able to move easier on his skin. He shakes his legs and rolls his hips on the bed desperately as he bursts into a fit of giggles. She looks down and can see his dick beginning to grow...confirmation that he is getting intensely excited at the physical attention...almost because of that, she grows annoyed at him...even when she's trying to punish and torture him, he's getting something out of it. With this thought and frustration, without warning she digs both of her fingers deep into his underarms, he lets out a howl and bursts into desperate laughter as she digs and scribbles her fingernails into his underarms, giving just the right amount of pressure so the tickling feeling is incredibly intense. He desperately tries to find a way to defend his underarms, but he is just so open and vulnerable. His face turns red as he thrashes around the bed as much as he can, so desperate to escape her hands, he puts all of his upper body weight on his wrists and tries with everything he can to pull himself as far away from her hands as he's able to. She moves to follow where his body is pulling. She shakes her head "You realize I can move right??? Get over here, idiot!" She shakes her head and scribbles her fingers faster. She looks down at his dick and it continues to grow. She looks down and his face sweats, turns red, and he clearly is having a hard time catching his breath as his laugh echoes throughout the entire apartment, and somehow he's still intensely enjoying it. She is challenged to get him completely overwhelmed.
As she digs into his underarms and he thrashes desperately, throwing his head from side to side and back as he lets out his stream of laughter, she starts to verbally abuse him "I see you're getting hard! Are you liking this you sicko??" He shakes his head "no '', but unable to get the words out. He lies, because he thinks if he lets on that he likes it, she will stop and he might miss out on her exploring the rest of his body, or worse yet, trying a different way to punish him that is actually a punishment...that is not something he's prepared for...this...is a fantasy of his coming true. He worries however there is going to come a point where even if she doesn't touch it, his dick is going to explode...maybe all over her, and that will infuriate her....if that happens, he's certainly getting an actual punishment...The feeling of edging is absolutely delightful and he hopes he can withstand and keep from coming to a climax as long as possible. As he laughs uncontrollably, he becomes concerned a neighbor might either report him or call the police. How humiliating would it be to have his legal name in a police report or something for a noise complaint and it explains what happens. With this thought, he tries as much as he can to laugh with his lips together, but the smile keeps being forced open. She continues to tease "OH you're such a sick fuck! Stop getting turned on you freak! Is this why you're always tickling your girlfriend? Cause you LIKE IT?" he doesn't deny this, still unable to get words out simply nods. "Ugh you're so sick, I hope this ends up being like therapy that the torture is too much and it becomes traumatic and you start hating it. As her fingers continue to mercilessly fly over his underarms that are now turning pink from being overworked she warns "I Swear to GOD if you ever try to tickle me, I will END YOU!"
Amy begins to trace her fingertips gently down Z's chest over his nipples and getting closer and closer to his ribs. He reflexively begins twisting his body in defense "NO please" he giggles "I need a break" His breathing quickens as her fingers get closer and closer to his ribs, teasing lightly tracing them, causing goosebumps to form all over his upper torso "BWahahahaha" he laughs quietly and clamps his eyes shut. "Oh my GOD!" He throws his head back on the pillow after bending it forward, trying to guess what she would do next, his whole body shakes with giggles before she really starts anything.
As she strokes his ribs, she ponders and asks "I wonder how many ribs you have?" He looks at her, confused, but his playful imagination knows exactly what she's doing "What do you mean? I have as many as anyone else does!" She shakes her head "mmmm I better count them just to be sure." The playfulness of this ridiculous idea and the fact that he is going to have so much attention paid to his ribs makes him gasp and shout "NOOOOO YOU don't have to count my ribs! I promise! I have just as much as anyone else does!!!" Amy ignores his pleas. "Well I better just check...let me start at the bottom." She places her fingers at the bottom rib, as his stomach nervously goes in and out as he inhales and exhales with anticpation...already giggling he nods his head "NO" knowing this will be torture for him...she begins to gently wiggle her fingers into each of his ribs, counting them slowly, then pretends to lose count and need to start over several times. As this is happening, his body recoils as much as possible under her fingers and shrieks with laughter.
As she gets him laughing, she tenses her fingers so they act more as claws now and begins digging into his ribs, shaking them quickly and moving her hands up and down his entire ribs. He is laughing himself silly, gasping for air, squirming as much as he is able, thrashing from side to side, mouthing, but unable to get the words out "NO NO NO PLEASE YOU HAVE TO STOP!" She is in no way actually playful but knows this behavior would make him more sensitive...she looks down at his naked body and notices he is getting hard again. This infuriates her, considering she wants to torture him and make him miserable...that might not be possible. The only good thing that could come from that is maybe he will jizz all over the place, and she can ridicule him for that...if he has any shame or embarrassment from being so turned on that is something she can add to her cruelty, but no way is she helping him by touching it...part of the fun for her is watching it grow and force him to remain that turned on without climaxing...and then if he doesn't climax, she can just leave him like that...frustrated...pent up...her silver lining is whatever will make his experience more miserable.
As she continues to tickle him, turning him into a pathetic giggly puddle, she ponders her next move. "now I don't want you to think I would put my mouth on you for any other reason...but ribs happen to be some of my favorite food." He gets a slight break to breathe before she takes her next move and he shakes his head again, trying to do everything he can to make his ribs a moving target "no!!!! you can't!!!!" NO NO NO! She looks down at his dick, and finally comments "You're saying no! But your little pecker seems to be saying YESSSSSS! What a fucking sicko you are! I can't believe it... This is gonna be rough...like I said I love me some ribs so strap in."
Z completely recoiled in what was about to happen, knowing this would be both horribly ticklish, and yet delicious at the same time, Amy leans over, continuing to straddle him, but her face is now so close to his ribs, which are moving defensively, his stomach quickly inhaling in and out of anticipation as her mouth get closer to him, him knowing exactly how ticklish this is going to be, even though he may not have experienced this exactly....having a curious mouth on his bare sensitive skin while he's not able to defend himself but he is so scared and aroused at the thought....
She lowered her mouth down close to his torso, causing him to buck and thrust his entire upper body from side to side absolutely begging for mercy "Please!!!!! I will do whatever you say!! Please!!! don't eat my RIBS!" he begged. She completely ignored these pleas, and she made contact with her mouth to his torso, starting to kiss his ribs. Just the kissing...the contact on his ribs got him ticklish, he could not handle even a little light touching of his ribs with a mouth or tongue and he started giggling.
Even though he wanted to downplay how sensitive his ribs are, he just couldn't As she slowly kissed his ribs, focusing on each "rib bone" and her breath coming out of her nose, adding a sense of ticklishness just from the breath being added to his sensitivity, he could barely handle this, but closed his eyes, threw his head to one side and just said "oh NO!!" she began kissing his ribs. obviously not for any sense of affection, but completely understanding what her devilish, slow moving lips would do to his skin sensitivity.... She begins slowly smooching his ribs from top to bottom as he desperately giggles, begging her to stop.
She completely ignored this nonsense of begging, and very non erotically, just for the purposes of torturing him started smooching his ribs, and started involving her tongue, just flicking her tongue gently on his ribs, he starts jolting and giggling, completely unable to hold in his reaction, and letting out a loud laugh when he is completely unable to hold it in...just throwing his head from side to side just laughing like an idiot, exactly what he dreaded from this experience....he has always wanted to make sure he was the most "well behaved" of the ticklees.
Z completely recoiled in what was about to happen, knowing this would be both horribly ticklish, and yet delicious at the same time, Amy leans over, continuing to straddle him, but her face is now so close to his ribs, which are moving defensively, his stomach quickly inhaling in and out of anticipation as her mouth get closer to him, him knowing exactly how ticklish this is going to be, even though he may not have experienced this exactly....having a curious mouth on his bare sensitive skin while he's not able to defend himself. He is both so scared and aroused at the thought....
Amy inhales deeply and audibly, leans down and gives Z a loud raspberry right on his rib. He screams in surprise and starts shaking violently on the bed as he feels the vibration of her lips and she is completely unrelenting...she begins "munching" his ribs, from the bottom to the top. He is a puddle of ticklish mess as he howls and thrashes from side to side. The ticklish feeling of her mouth is both torturous and totally arousing to him as he thrusts his hips in the air almost reflexively as his cock gets harder and harder. He secretly hopes she catches that so she "punishes'' him more for this. Her mouth gets more and more invasive on his ribs as she puts her lips over her teeth and begins "gumming" each individual rib from bottom to top....the ticklishness increases in intensity as she makes "munching noises'' and acting as if his ribs taste delicious...something so silly and playful completely wrecks him...as her mouth gets closer and closer to the top of his ribs where she gets into the territory near his underarms, he clasps his eyes shut and goes into silent laughter.... The only sound coming out of him is gasping for air every few seconds, and mouthing "NO NO NOOOO!!"
As she gets to the top of his ribs, she repeats the munching going back down, hitting each one, mixing the pressure of what her mouth is doing, the inconsistency and lack of ability to predict what she is going to do intensifies the ticklish helpless feeling for Z as the room fills with his desperate laughter. She sits up, and stares at the other side of his ribs and says "these look pretty tasty, and I think they are needing attention as well!" Before he can protest and beg she leave those ribs alone, she leans down and begins devouring them with her lips and tongue, continuing making her "munching noises". He screams and thrashes his body from side to side, trying to pull himself as far away from her mouth as he can. "PLEASE PLEHAHAHAHAHHHSEES I NEED A BREAK!!!! YOU"RE TORTURiNG ME!!", he begs. She sits up and starts deeply massaging his ribs "I was just having some lunch! If you want torture, I can give you torture!" She kneeds the muscles of his ribs like dough and his screams and laughs intensify. He begs for mercy and she teases "Are you ticklish??? What if I said TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" His wiggling and laughing get more desperate as she verbally teases him...he struggles to gasp for breath as her fingers run firmly all over his exposed torso until his face turns red, he starts sweating and tears materialize out of the corners of his eyes.
Amy gets the feeling she needs to move on...maybe she will find a better spot...As she lets him breathe for a second, she asks "So, my feet are really ticklish..I'm not like a tickle person, but are yours?" His eyes widen out on instinct, but he tries to play it cool "Nah...they aren't that bad. Can you please let me out??? This is insane!" Without giving him much time to bargain a way out of this or explain anything she simply says "no I'm afraid I can't do that." she turns around and scooches down to his feet. He tries to play it cool, and says "You're totally wasting your time down there...why don't you just untie me, and maybe I can take you out and get you something to eat? Please? Haven't you had enough fun for one day? I'm really sorry!" As he says this, he is internally in a full panic knowing there is no way he will be able to play it off like he's not ticklish on his feet..even for a short period of time. If she touches him there, he knows he will react, and then he will be dead. His heart races and he bites his lip in fear as he continues to try to talk her out of this, and offer other options.
As she straddles his one ankle, further immobilizing it, she teases "now, I don't think I believe you that your feet aren't ticklish." He begins to internally panic. "Like I said, they really aren't..I think ticklish feet might be more of a girl thing...you know...because they take better care of their feet...so I think you might be a little disappointed." She hears his voice shaking a bit, so is fully aware he is trying to avoid the next round of torture happen, but she needs to teach him the lesson not to mess with her or cross her again. He braces himself, knowing nothing he says is going to deter her from torturing his sensitive feet. He is both arroused, excited and terrified knowing once she finds out his sensitivity, she is going to be totally unrelenting with her torture....Having her so close to his feet and ready to touch them, causes so much warmth and arrousal sent to his still very hard dick...he is edging so hard and gets butterflies waiting for her to make a move. She starts slow, just gently running her fingertips along the outer edge of his feet, along the side of his arches, over the tops of his toes, and he bites his lip, desperately trying not to explode and also trying to keep his foot as still as possible, not to give her any indication that her touch is causing him to suffer. He desperately wishes he could bury his face into a pillow to hide any subtle sounds, knowing he's about to explode, but he is so open and vulnerable.
She starts slowly, trying to first see if she can break him, and then if it turns out she can, she will go in for the kill and make sure he knows full well she has the power to do this again, making him regret all the bullshit he did to annoy her. She very lightly strokes his sole, causing him to involuntarily twitch his foot and bite his lip..."does that TICKLE???" She asks, "no....more just itches...I'm telling you, you're wasting your time down there....my dick is really ticklish....you should try there!" He knows he will live to regret that smart ass response.
"it just itches huh...well, I can hear your voice kinda shaking...sounds like you might be holding in a laugh? is that at all possible?" She asks this in a slow, teasing, almost seductive voice, giving the indication that she has all day, and isn't going to give up in ensuring his torture is as brutal as possible...as she moves her fingers around his sensitive feet, he continues to twitch, and curl his toes....when she notices the toe curl, maybe being defensive, she gently pulls them back and gently with one finger scratches his stretched out ball of his foot...more noises escape his lips, unable to hold back...quiet snickers, groans of frustration that he can't hold back and air escaping his nose audibly let her know she is onto something. She gasps "someone is ticklish! Why are you such a liar! There's no shame in having really ticklish feet...it's just not a good thing for you right now." Because he's found out and the fact that she is verbally teasing him, an actual giggle bursts out and he starts to shake his feet, trying to pull away. "Seriously...can you stop??? Can my feet please be off limits?" He tries to negotiate as she completely ignores him and just starts adding more fingers to scratching the ball of his foot...before he can complain, all he can get out is "NO!" and he's suddenly a ticklish, gasping, giggling mess, he looks down at her to see if he can see what she's doing next, the fact that he can't even see what her hands are doing because her body is blocking his view makes it so much worse and thrilling at the same time...He clamps his eye shut, takes a deep breath and lets out a huge, full throated laugh as she suddenly begins scratching the ball on his other foot, now both hands scratching both feet, if he wasn't bound there is no way she wouldn't get kicked in the face.
The foot tickling goes from gentle to serious, and intense as her fingers quicken on the balls of his feet. He screams and after this extended torture session, his voice starts to get horse...this in some ways is the worst torture of his life, and at the same time his most erotic experience. He wishes he could get her back and give her a taste of her own medicine, or maybe gang up on his girlfriend, but they would never consent to that....he's the only one that's stupid enough to let someone tie him up...
Her fingernails travel a bit up under his toes, prompting him to scream NOOO NOT MY TOEEHEEHEHS LEAVE THEM ALOHOHONNE! AHHHH! She looks back, seeing his erection if anything has only gotten stronger....part of her, although hating him would love to sit on it and and let it slide in her pussy, but for now, she's focused on torturing him...she digs her nails in, and pulls his toes back so she can completely access the undersides of his toes, which seem like a particularly sensitive, potentially uncharted territory...she thinks about what would be torture for her, and channels that in her tickles...scribbling her fingers visciously trying to take out her anger on him...
She stops for a second as something on the dresser catches her eye....as he catches his breath he begs "OH GOD... OH THANK GOD... Please! Please no more! I can't take it!!" She leans over and grabs a vibrator on Tara's side of the bed, and flips it on and lets it buzz as she glances back at him "What the fuck are you gonna do with THAT??" he asks with eyes wide open, she gently rolls it over his soles, and he immediately starts bucking wildly and screaming louder than he has yet...she leans down and while running the vibrator over his right sole, she sticks a few of his toes from his right foot into his mouth, and starts slithering her tongue all over those toes and inbetween...as he bucks wildly and goes into silent laughter, he gasps, screaming when he can with his eye clamped shut...thrusting his pelvis into the air, and finally he lets out moan and finally cums...she stops, out of shock and disgust... she wipes up some of his cum, spreads it on his chest and face, and says "I give up." Your girlfriend can "rescue you." knock off your bullshit or I'll you'll be sorry, and next time it won't be something you so obviously love, you sicko....She walks out of the room, slams the door and is exhausted, he soon falls asleep still naked in his binds.
Z and Tara lived together with Tara's friend Amy...The relationship between Amy and Z could be considered...strained to say the least. Tara was much more high strung, always liking her personal space, really disliking feeling like she is being sexualized in any way...she had a very emo personality and gothic style. It was almost like she made her outward appearance such that people would stay away...On her bedroom door, she had a sign that simply said "Stay away", and that was sort of her motto. It was odd that she and Amy were such good friends, it didn't quite make sense, because Tara was a bit more "normal". She had to put up with Z, who was a lot more fun, playful and you need a certain kind of personality to be able to deal with that. Tara didn't deal with him at all. They were constantly fighting. It felt like Z was always doing stupid shit that she just couldn't stand. Other than her, Z was pretty well liked by most of Tara's friends...particularly Brock...one of Tara's bi friends who had a pretty massive not so secret crush on Z. Him finding out that Z is ticklish was a huge turn on for him.
Sunday nights were always a little tense. Amy had to get up very early for work, Tara a little bit later, and Z a little bit later than her...which meant Z was not really in a rush to go to bed, but Amy very much was. The late night tv watching wasn't bad...The three of them would watch some netflix, Tara would get ready for bed and try to sleep and right as she started to doze off, all of a sudden she would hear screaming and laughing from the kitchen....Tara getting the shit tickled out of her again....Stuff getting knocked over, rolling on the floor, high pitched squealing, screaming and cackling as Z verbally teased her and she begged him to stop, sometimes to the point of her screaming STOP!...this wasn't just a quick 20 second thing...sometimes these shenanigans would explode out of nowhere and wake Amy up. Finally Amy had had enough. She bolted out of her room to find Tara on the floor trying to crawl away and Z had her feet under him and he was attacking them. "SERIOUSLY??? what the fuck? it's 11:30! You assholes are gonna get us kicked out! She storms off to bed and the two of them decide to head to bed as well...and be more quiet. or at least try to.
The next night, things had calmed down a bit...they all went to bed and there wasn't an issue... Tara and Z had dinner and started their night just chilling on the couch and watching netflix...The door opened and in came Amy after a long day...she threw her bag down, went into her room, took a shower and got into her PJ's...She came in and joined them on the couch in her black yoga pants, black t shirt, wet hair, bare feet that she placed on the coffee table...Z couldn't help but move his eyeballs in that direction to see her feet. it's not like he's never seen them...he just really admired them. They were very clean, she rarely went without shoes, so also super smooth and he wanted to maybe be able to remember those feet later....maybe save them for the spank bank. He pulls out his phone, pretends to scroll through for a few minutes....pulls out the camera app, and points it towards her feet while looking straight forward at the tv as if that is just where his hand happens to be placed and hits the button...there's one problem. The flash was on so not only did it flash. It made a sound. He's found out.
He's mortified. There's no way he could ever make them believe he was doing something else. Clearly, he was taking a picture of her feet. This wasn't the first time she caught him looking. Both girls gasped and shot a look at him. "Z!!!!" Tara shouts, not quite as angry as Tara. Tara stands up and shouts at him "are you fucking serious? You're taking pictures of my FEET?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???" You are UNBELIEVABLE! Tara! My room now!" He gets up to join them. "This is not a conversation you want to be a part of." She storms into her room. Tara, clearly annoyed by this behavior of his, but a little bit more understanding gives him a stern but reassuring look like "I'll take care of this. We'll chat in a bit." He sits down and waits as Tara walks in the room and shuts the door. He can hear a little because Tara is talking really loud, but he can't hear exactly what she is saying. "Seriously TARA?? Your Boyfriend is taking pictures of my FEET?? I bet if I could find them, I would be able to find them on some creepy website. He's gotta go. I don't care if you date him but he can't live here.' Tara calmy gives her a hug "it's ok...I'll take care of it..just....maybe chill in here for the rest of the night, and I'll figure out something to make it right. I promise."
Early the next morning, Z woke up a little before Tara, and he could hear Amy getting ready for work. Part of him wanted to go out and apologize to her, but based on how mad she is, it may cause more harm than good...He rolls over and spoons Tara from behind as she sleeps, gently kissing her neck, wrapping his leg around her a little and gently stroking her neck. She rouses a bit and quietly moans "mmm you're up early". He kisses her and whispers "are you mad at me?" She lies, and says "no. it was just a silly thing....maybe just don't do that anymore. You have my feet and can take pictures of them all you want. Just don't post them anywhere. He is relieved to hear that, and reaches down to her ankle and pulls it closer to him, bending her knee slightly so he can reach her sole. "What are you doing?" she says, basically knowing the answer to the question. He whispers in her ear, "Speaking of feet..." and starts gently tracing his fingers on her soles causing her to giggle softly. "Stop!" she says playfully. "Try to be as quiet as you can and just take it, '' he whispers again. She laughs, and feels sexy "but I might scream!" she says playfully as she buries her head in the pillow and kind of bites it as his tickling on her feet gets a little more bold, using all of his fingers to gently scratch her soft smooth heel." She wiggles from side to side as he secures her ankle under his leg. She shakes her head into the pillow, laughing loudly but muffled enough that it won't bother Amy...even though she's up and it shouldn't bother her...their tickle play really annoys her regardless....Tara tries her best to hold out and take it, and not say stop as she feels she is getting more and more arroused, and she can feel from behind that he is getting more and more arroused by her helpless feminine laugh...trying to hold out as much as she can and letting out the ticklish energy in some way, she flails her other foot, which is free and pounds the matress with her fist repeatatly, screaming into the pillow at the tickle torture. "oh, you're so gonna get it!" she warns him through her laughs "I know...and i'm fine with that" he teases as his other hand reaches around and starts pleasuring her clit...He becomes a bit more gentle with the foot tickling, he is no longer restraining her foot, but she keeps her foot as still as possible as she giggles and moans...The moaning is a bit more hard to keep quiet as she throws her head back and lets out a long, loud moan....Just then, Amy grabs her bag and is ready to leave, slamming the door in annoyance behind her...part of Amy's issue is that she's a little jealous that she doesn't have a lot of attention from guys..at least not the ones she would be interested in...Z and Tara are so extra with their physical attention, and something about Z just really bothers her....She really wishes she could get him back in some way....that or he just leave. This has really caused a bit of a rift in her relationship with Tara, but that friendship is worth saving....
In the bedroom, both of them are fully ready and Z rolls Tara on her back. Because they both sleep nude, there is not much to do before just getting to it. He spreads her legs and inserts himself. She moans as she feels his dick go in her and he starts pumping....As he does for a few seconds he props himself up and puts his fingers in her armpits from under her and gently starts wiggling them. Him being on top of her, she's pretty limited in her movements. She throws her head back and gently giggles "I'm telling you...you are in so much trouble when I get my hands on youhohohohohohooo" He leans down and bites her neck, licks her collar bone and she squirms and laughs at the ticklish sensation..She's willing to take a lot knowing he indeed is going to get his a little later, He continues to pump and sweat over her as she wraps her legs around his back. He reaches back and gently plays with her toes, causing her to moan and giggle at the same time. Although her feet are very ticklish, certain parts...particularly her toes are very arousing to be touched. However when he wriggles his fingers in between them, it's just insanely ticklish for her, and she lets out the silliest little giggle...unlike any laugh she really has in her...certain highly sensitive parts of her body when touched cause the craziest noises to escape her lips as she buries her face in his shoulder and begs "oh please stop!" the begging, giggling and wriggling under him is just what he needs as he pumps faster and explodes in her, the clutch each other and then he rolls off of her as he recovers. After a few minutes of catching their breath, she says seductively "ok, I think it's your turn to get tickled you bad boy." She leans down and sucks the cum off his dick. He giggles nervously, knowing that's only fair. "Ok fine!" She stands up, goes under the bed and gets the rope they sometimes use "Oh shit, you're gonna tie me up?" he says as he closes his eyes and shakes his head knowing how bad this is going to be. "Oh definitely! after what you pulled last night, you're in a lot of trouble." As she ties each of his ankles and has him spread eagle, tying them to the foot posts he reminds her "so, we can't be super long, we need to get to work." She gets his phone "what if you called in sick? we could play all day." His eyes widened "ok, but you need your time too then!" She assures him she will take her turn, and he agrees. He takes his free hand to call in sick to work as she secures his one wrist over his head to the head board, takes his phone and secures the other one... She runs and takes a quick shower, and throws on her clothes. "Wait, what are you doing? He asks, finding it odd that she would just leave him tied and not start tickling him..." She gets her bag..and keys and starts texting on her phone "so I won't be tickling you today....I think there might be someone else that would like a crack at it...I'll give you a hint. You have a picture of her feet on your phone. Have fun!" She walks out the door without any further details. His stomach drops as he realizes what she's saying "wait...what??? what??? Oh...shit."
Tara walks out of the apartment, feeling she owes it to Amy to get a bit of revenge on Z. She walks out and sends Amy a text "Hey, I'm really sorry about everything that Z has done lately. I know he's a lot...just so you know, I talked to him." She gets a text back "well, talking to him isn't going to cut it anymore. Seriously, one more thing and I'm moving out." As Tara walks out of her apartment and down the street, she knows the news she has for Amy might grasp her attention. "So...I have a surprise for you...This morning before I left, I got Z naked, and I tied him up in our bed lol...He thought we were going to have some fun...but I think you deserve to get some revenge on him. Obviously, he's not going anywhere...he's all yours." First, Amy sends a GIF of OH MY GOD!. "Are you serious??? you're sick, girl, but I like it. Should I go in there and be all Domme and beat his ass??" Tara snickers "even better...yes, go in there and get him all nervous and intimidated by you, but pain isn't really gonna do anything...seriously...with him being tied up like that, you should tickle him. He's crazy ticklish and it will be absolute torture for him...be brutal. He deserves it. I'd join you, but I really need to work today...maybe next time" Amy covers her mouth laughing, not believing this is true, and texts back "I think I can make that work. Any tips on where to go on his body? I'm assuming she knows it pretty well." This is a pretty easy question for Tara. Although she's mainly the victim of his tickles, she certainly has retaliated on him before with some great success. "His spots are his underarms, his feet and his ribs...go wild. Let me know how it goes." Amy is pretty excited at the possibility of taking her anger and aggression out in this way. She texts their mutual friend Brock to let him know what is happening. He's probably the only other one that will know about this "Hey dude, guess what? I'm gonna spend the day with your favorite guyyyyyy." Brock is bi and has an insane crush on Z that is pretty unrequited. "Z???? OMG What are you guys doing???? and did I miss something? Don't you hate him?" She responds "I DO. He's a fuck face. BUT apparently Tara tied him to the bed and she's letting me go all domme on his ass, so I'm about to head home and I'm going to tickle the shit out of him." Brock responds "ummm I just got hard sitting at my desk at work...this is awkward. GURL you know how much I love a ticklish straight boy. You MUST give me all the details...maybe even record some of it and send me?" She shakes her head, waits for a time to go up to her boss, fakes being sick and walks out of work making her way home. She comes into the apartment, closes the door, and puts her keys down. Z knows he's so fucked. She walks into the bedroom and smirks "OH HEY Z! looks like you're in a bit of a bind." HE struggles a bit "Seriously, you have to let me out. I'm really sorry for being annoying and whatever I've done to you, but this isn't cool. I'll make you a deal, take a pic of me, post it on facebook whatever, but you gotta let me out of here." She walks to the foot of the bed, pulls her phone out, takes a pic of him, only the upper body and sends it to Brock. "OH but that wouldn't be a punishment fitting the crime." He looks confused "you are sooooo obsessed with ticking. You're ALWAYS attacking Tara, making her SCREAM at all hours of the night. It's fucking obnixious. THAN you take pictures of my feet! I'm sure you're wondering if they are ticklish...I'm giving you no info... But you deserve everything you dish out and more...your girl set this up for me...she even gave me a roadmap...Before going full out on torturing Z's body. She decided to first just test out the various body parts she recommended. Starting at his feet, she gently ran her fingers up along his toes, he instantly curled them and giggled "oh shit". He knew that any details Tina knows about his ticklishness, she probably made well known. She gently wiggles his toes on both of his feet with both of her hands "DO you have ticklish piggies? oh no. We will have to play with those for SURE. You are so dead, I hope you know that." He wiggles and squirms, trying to hold in laughter, trying not to give her any satisfaction...but at the same time, although he knows how much trouble he's in, he's sort of loving the attention...having her get him is sort of a fantasy of his. Particularly because she is so anti tickle and so harsh and not playful at all...she makes the perfect ler...and he's very curious how she would be as a lee. She moves up and places both of her hands on his ribs and runs her fingers over them, touching each one. If he could he would recoil in a ball, but with him being tied, he is totally vulnerable..the same is true when she gently grazes his underarms. He throws his head back and lets out a belly laugh. "oh no!!!"
Knowing the answer to this, but wanting to make him say it "Ohhhhhh are you a little sensitive here, Z? This might be problematic for you....You can't put your arms down CAN YOU?" She says as she gently traces his exposed under arms with her fingernails, He scrunches his face into a contorted smile, closes his eyes tightly and starts shaking "OH my gohhhohohohd, yes!" he manages to get out. His body is trying to roll from side to side but his hands being tied above him totally betrays him. "Be nice ok??" He pleads. "NIce? Oh I have been nice putting up with your bullshit for the past year", she replies, still tracing her fingers into his hair, gently playing with it. He is finding the gentle touch of her fingernails is absolutely brutal and complete murder to his mental state, particularly knowing that she's going to so much more aggressive,...on her own time. He tries to downplay his reactions, thinking maybe she will move onto a different body part, thinking the underarms aren't worth exploring, but she's too smart for that. She knows what she's doing...somehow...although she despises tickling and hasn't ever really been a ler, she could certainly get in someone's head, and fuck with people, and that's a big part of it. Also she's having a lot of fun with the idea of having such power over someone and putting them through something brutal...basically taking out her frustrations on him. Part of her knows he's probably going to be into it, and might enjoy it in some way, but at the same time, her challenge is making the love-hate relationship be much heavier on the hate. She puts her fingers together, and begins gently massaging his underarms with her fingertips, he scrunches his eyes together again, opens his mouth in a wide smile and whispers out more giggles, suddenly the tickling goes up to a different level as she switches techniques. She's still going slow and methodical, forcing him to feel every inch and slight movement of her fingers, but she's digging into the muscles a little bit more. Her techniques are absolute murder on his sensitive armpits, that because they are slightly sweating now due to his nervousness, her fingers are able to move easier on his skin. He shakes his legs and rolls his hips on the bed desperately as he bursts into a fit of giggles. She looks down and can see his dick beginning to grow...confirmation that he is getting intensely excited at the physical attention...almost because of that, she grows annoyed at him...even when she's trying to punish and torture him, he's getting something out of it. With this thought and frustration, without warning she digs both of her fingers deep into his underarms, he lets out a howl and bursts into desperate laughter as she digs and scribbles her fingernails into his underarms, giving just the right amount of pressure so the tickling feeling is incredibly intense. He desperately tries to find a way to defend his underarms, but he is just so open and vulnerable. His face turns red as he thrashes around the bed as much as he can, so desperate to escape her hands, he puts all of his upper body weight on his wrists and tries with everything he can to pull himself as far away from her hands as he's able to. She moves to follow where his body is pulling. She shakes her head "You realize I can move right??? Get over here, idiot!" She shakes her head and scribbles her fingers faster. She looks down at his dick and it continues to grow. She looks down and his face sweats, turns red, and he clearly is having a hard time catching his breath as his laugh echoes throughout the entire apartment, and somehow he's still intensely enjoying it. She is challenged to get him completely overwhelmed.
As she digs into his underarms and he thrashes desperately, throwing his head from side to side and back as he lets out his stream of laughter, she starts to verbally abuse him "I see you're getting hard! Are you liking this you sicko??" He shakes his head "no '', but unable to get the words out. He lies, because he thinks if he lets on that he likes it, she will stop and he might miss out on her exploring the rest of his body, or worse yet, trying a different way to punish him that is actually a punishment...that is not something he's prepared for...this...is a fantasy of his coming true. He worries however there is going to come a point where even if she doesn't touch it, his dick is going to explode...maybe all over her, and that will infuriate her....if that happens, he's certainly getting an actual punishment...The feeling of edging is absolutely delightful and he hopes he can withstand and keep from coming to a climax as long as possible. As he laughs uncontrollably, he becomes concerned a neighbor might either report him or call the police. How humiliating would it be to have his legal name in a police report or something for a noise complaint and it explains what happens. With this thought, he tries as much as he can to laugh with his lips together, but the smile keeps being forced open. She continues to tease "OH you're such a sick fuck! Stop getting turned on you freak! Is this why you're always tickling your girlfriend? Cause you LIKE IT?" he doesn't deny this, still unable to get words out simply nods. "Ugh you're so sick, I hope this ends up being like therapy that the torture is too much and it becomes traumatic and you start hating it. As her fingers continue to mercilessly fly over his underarms that are now turning pink from being overworked she warns "I Swear to GOD if you ever try to tickle me, I will END YOU!"
Amy begins to trace her fingertips gently down Z's chest over his nipples and getting closer and closer to his ribs. He reflexively begins twisting his body in defense "NO please" he giggles "I need a break" His breathing quickens as her fingers get closer and closer to his ribs, teasing lightly tracing them, causing goosebumps to form all over his upper torso "BWahahahaha" he laughs quietly and clamps his eyes shut. "Oh my GOD!" He throws his head back on the pillow after bending it forward, trying to guess what she would do next, his whole body shakes with giggles before she really starts anything.
As she strokes his ribs, she ponders and asks "I wonder how many ribs you have?" He looks at her, confused, but his playful imagination knows exactly what she's doing "What do you mean? I have as many as anyone else does!" She shakes her head "mmmm I better count them just to be sure." The playfulness of this ridiculous idea and the fact that he is going to have so much attention paid to his ribs makes him gasp and shout "NOOOOO YOU don't have to count my ribs! I promise! I have just as much as anyone else does!!!" Amy ignores his pleas. "Well I better just check...let me start at the bottom." She places her fingers at the bottom rib, as his stomach nervously goes in and out as he inhales and exhales with anticpation...already giggling he nods his head "NO" knowing this will be torture for him...she begins to gently wiggle her fingers into each of his ribs, counting them slowly, then pretends to lose count and need to start over several times. As this is happening, his body recoils as much as possible under her fingers and shrieks with laughter.
As she gets him laughing, she tenses her fingers so they act more as claws now and begins digging into his ribs, shaking them quickly and moving her hands up and down his entire ribs. He is laughing himself silly, gasping for air, squirming as much as he is able, thrashing from side to side, mouthing, but unable to get the words out "NO NO NO PLEASE YOU HAVE TO STOP!" She is in no way actually playful but knows this behavior would make him more sensitive...she looks down at his naked body and notices he is getting hard again. This infuriates her, considering she wants to torture him and make him miserable...that might not be possible. The only good thing that could come from that is maybe he will jizz all over the place, and she can ridicule him for that...if he has any shame or embarrassment from being so turned on that is something she can add to her cruelty, but no way is she helping him by touching it...part of the fun for her is watching it grow and force him to remain that turned on without climaxing...and then if he doesn't climax, she can just leave him like that...frustrated...pent up...her silver lining is whatever will make his experience more miserable.
As she continues to tickle him, turning him into a pathetic giggly puddle, she ponders her next move. "now I don't want you to think I would put my mouth on you for any other reason...but ribs happen to be some of my favorite food." He gets a slight break to breathe before she takes her next move and he shakes his head again, trying to do everything he can to make his ribs a moving target "no!!!! you can't!!!!" NO NO NO! She looks down at his dick, and finally comments "You're saying no! But your little pecker seems to be saying YESSSSSS! What a fucking sicko you are! I can't believe it... This is gonna be rough...like I said I love me some ribs so strap in."
Z completely recoiled in what was about to happen, knowing this would be both horribly ticklish, and yet delicious at the same time, Amy leans over, continuing to straddle him, but her face is now so close to his ribs, which are moving defensively, his stomach quickly inhaling in and out of anticipation as her mouth get closer to him, him knowing exactly how ticklish this is going to be, even though he may not have experienced this exactly....having a curious mouth on his bare sensitive skin while he's not able to defend himself but he is so scared and aroused at the thought....
She lowered her mouth down close to his torso, causing him to buck and thrust his entire upper body from side to side absolutely begging for mercy "Please!!!!! I will do whatever you say!! Please!!! don't eat my RIBS!" he begged. She completely ignored these pleas, and she made contact with her mouth to his torso, starting to kiss his ribs. Just the kissing...the contact on his ribs got him ticklish, he could not handle even a little light touching of his ribs with a mouth or tongue and he started giggling.
Even though he wanted to downplay how sensitive his ribs are, he just couldn't As she slowly kissed his ribs, focusing on each "rib bone" and her breath coming out of her nose, adding a sense of ticklishness just from the breath being added to his sensitivity, he could barely handle this, but closed his eyes, threw his head to one side and just said "oh NO!!" she began kissing his ribs. obviously not for any sense of affection, but completely understanding what her devilish, slow moving lips would do to his skin sensitivity.... She begins slowly smooching his ribs from top to bottom as he desperately giggles, begging her to stop.
She completely ignored this nonsense of begging, and very non erotically, just for the purposes of torturing him started smooching his ribs, and started involving her tongue, just flicking her tongue gently on his ribs, he starts jolting and giggling, completely unable to hold in his reaction, and letting out a loud laugh when he is completely unable to hold it in...just throwing his head from side to side just laughing like an idiot, exactly what he dreaded from this experience....he has always wanted to make sure he was the most "well behaved" of the ticklees.
Z completely recoiled in what was about to happen, knowing this would be both horribly ticklish, and yet delicious at the same time, Amy leans over, continuing to straddle him, but her face is now so close to his ribs, which are moving defensively, his stomach quickly inhaling in and out of anticipation as her mouth get closer to him, him knowing exactly how ticklish this is going to be, even though he may not have experienced this exactly....having a curious mouth on his bare sensitive skin while he's not able to defend himself. He is both so scared and aroused at the thought....
Amy inhales deeply and audibly, leans down and gives Z a loud raspberry right on his rib. He screams in surprise and starts shaking violently on the bed as he feels the vibration of her lips and she is completely unrelenting...she begins "munching" his ribs, from the bottom to the top. He is a puddle of ticklish mess as he howls and thrashes from side to side. The ticklish feeling of her mouth is both torturous and totally arousing to him as he thrusts his hips in the air almost reflexively as his cock gets harder and harder. He secretly hopes she catches that so she "punishes'' him more for this. Her mouth gets more and more invasive on his ribs as she puts her lips over her teeth and begins "gumming" each individual rib from bottom to top....the ticklishness increases in intensity as she makes "munching noises'' and acting as if his ribs taste delicious...something so silly and playful completely wrecks him...as her mouth gets closer and closer to the top of his ribs where she gets into the territory near his underarms, he clasps his eyes shut and goes into silent laughter.... The only sound coming out of him is gasping for air every few seconds, and mouthing "NO NO NOOOO!!"
As she gets to the top of his ribs, she repeats the munching going back down, hitting each one, mixing the pressure of what her mouth is doing, the inconsistency and lack of ability to predict what she is going to do intensifies the ticklish helpless feeling for Z as the room fills with his desperate laughter. She sits up, and stares at the other side of his ribs and says "these look pretty tasty, and I think they are needing attention as well!" Before he can protest and beg she leave those ribs alone, she leans down and begins devouring them with her lips and tongue, continuing making her "munching noises". He screams and thrashes his body from side to side, trying to pull himself as far away from her mouth as he can. "PLEASE PLEHAHAHAHAHHHSEES I NEED A BREAK!!!! YOU"RE TORTURiNG ME!!", he begs. She sits up and starts deeply massaging his ribs "I was just having some lunch! If you want torture, I can give you torture!" She kneeds the muscles of his ribs like dough and his screams and laughs intensify. He begs for mercy and she teases "Are you ticklish??? What if I said TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!" His wiggling and laughing get more desperate as she verbally teases him...he struggles to gasp for breath as her fingers run firmly all over his exposed torso until his face turns red, he starts sweating and tears materialize out of the corners of his eyes.
Amy gets the feeling she needs to move on...maybe she will find a better spot...As she lets him breathe for a second, she asks "So, my feet are really ticklish..I'm not like a tickle person, but are yours?" His eyes widen out on instinct, but he tries to play it cool "Nah...they aren't that bad. Can you please let me out??? This is insane!" Without giving him much time to bargain a way out of this or explain anything she simply says "no I'm afraid I can't do that." she turns around and scooches down to his feet. He tries to play it cool, and says "You're totally wasting your time down there...why don't you just untie me, and maybe I can take you out and get you something to eat? Please? Haven't you had enough fun for one day? I'm really sorry!" As he says this, he is internally in a full panic knowing there is no way he will be able to play it off like he's not ticklish on his feet..even for a short period of time. If she touches him there, he knows he will react, and then he will be dead. His heart races and he bites his lip in fear as he continues to try to talk her out of this, and offer other options.
As she straddles his one ankle, further immobilizing it, she teases "now, I don't think I believe you that your feet aren't ticklish." He begins to internally panic. "Like I said, they really aren't..I think ticklish feet might be more of a girl thing...you know...because they take better care of their feet...so I think you might be a little disappointed." She hears his voice shaking a bit, so is fully aware he is trying to avoid the next round of torture happen, but she needs to teach him the lesson not to mess with her or cross her again. He braces himself, knowing nothing he says is going to deter her from torturing his sensitive feet. He is both arroused, excited and terrified knowing once she finds out his sensitivity, she is going to be totally unrelenting with her torture....Having her so close to his feet and ready to touch them, causes so much warmth and arrousal sent to his still very hard dick...he is edging so hard and gets butterflies waiting for her to make a move. She starts slow, just gently running her fingertips along the outer edge of his feet, along the side of his arches, over the tops of his toes, and he bites his lip, desperately trying not to explode and also trying to keep his foot as still as possible, not to give her any indication that her touch is causing him to suffer. He desperately wishes he could bury his face into a pillow to hide any subtle sounds, knowing he's about to explode, but he is so open and vulnerable.
She starts slowly, trying to first see if she can break him, and then if it turns out she can, she will go in for the kill and make sure he knows full well she has the power to do this again, making him regret all the bullshit he did to annoy her. She very lightly strokes his sole, causing him to involuntarily twitch his foot and bite his lip..."does that TICKLE???" She asks, "no....more just itches...I'm telling you, you're wasting your time down there....my dick is really ticklish....you should try there!" He knows he will live to regret that smart ass response.
"it just itches huh...well, I can hear your voice kinda shaking...sounds like you might be holding in a laugh? is that at all possible?" She asks this in a slow, teasing, almost seductive voice, giving the indication that she has all day, and isn't going to give up in ensuring his torture is as brutal as possible...as she moves her fingers around his sensitive feet, he continues to twitch, and curl his toes....when she notices the toe curl, maybe being defensive, she gently pulls them back and gently with one finger scratches his stretched out ball of his foot...more noises escape his lips, unable to hold back...quiet snickers, groans of frustration that he can't hold back and air escaping his nose audibly let her know she is onto something. She gasps "someone is ticklish! Why are you such a liar! There's no shame in having really ticklish feet...it's just not a good thing for you right now." Because he's found out and the fact that she is verbally teasing him, an actual giggle bursts out and he starts to shake his feet, trying to pull away. "Seriously...can you stop??? Can my feet please be off limits?" He tries to negotiate as she completely ignores him and just starts adding more fingers to scratching the ball of his foot...before he can complain, all he can get out is "NO!" and he's suddenly a ticklish, gasping, giggling mess, he looks down at her to see if he can see what she's doing next, the fact that he can't even see what her hands are doing because her body is blocking his view makes it so much worse and thrilling at the same time...He clamps his eye shut, takes a deep breath and lets out a huge, full throated laugh as she suddenly begins scratching the ball on his other foot, now both hands scratching both feet, if he wasn't bound there is no way she wouldn't get kicked in the face.
The foot tickling goes from gentle to serious, and intense as her fingers quicken on the balls of his feet. He screams and after this extended torture session, his voice starts to get horse...this in some ways is the worst torture of his life, and at the same time his most erotic experience. He wishes he could get her back and give her a taste of her own medicine, or maybe gang up on his girlfriend, but they would never consent to that....he's the only one that's stupid enough to let someone tie him up...
Her fingernails travel a bit up under his toes, prompting him to scream NOOO NOT MY TOEEHEEHEHS LEAVE THEM ALOHOHONNE! AHHHH! She looks back, seeing his erection if anything has only gotten stronger....part of her, although hating him would love to sit on it and and let it slide in her pussy, but for now, she's focused on torturing him...she digs her nails in, and pulls his toes back so she can completely access the undersides of his toes, which seem like a particularly sensitive, potentially uncharted territory...she thinks about what would be torture for her, and channels that in her tickles...scribbling her fingers visciously trying to take out her anger on him...
She stops for a second as something on the dresser catches her eye....as he catches his breath he begs "OH GOD... OH THANK GOD... Please! Please no more! I can't take it!!" She leans over and grabs a vibrator on Tara's side of the bed, and flips it on and lets it buzz as she glances back at him "What the fuck are you gonna do with THAT??" he asks with eyes wide open, she gently rolls it over his soles, and he immediately starts bucking wildly and screaming louder than he has yet...she leans down and while running the vibrator over his right sole, she sticks a few of his toes from his right foot into his mouth, and starts slithering her tongue all over those toes and inbetween...as he bucks wildly and goes into silent laughter, he gasps, screaming when he can with his eye clamped shut...thrusting his pelvis into the air, and finally he lets out moan and finally cums...she stops, out of shock and disgust... she wipes up some of his cum, spreads it on his chest and face, and says "I give up." Your girlfriend can "rescue you." knock off your bullshit or I'll you'll be sorry, and next time it won't be something you so obviously love, you sicko....She walks out of the room, slams the door and is exhausted, he soon falls asleep still naked in his binds.
