woensdag 19 december 2012

Tickle story - meeting - Kelly tickled


A Meeting

Kelly had always been infatuated with the art of tickle torture. She had always wanted to be tied up and tickled, but was very afraid. Kelly was, after all, judged by her highschool graduating class as the most ticklish person. She was ticklish everywhere. She was ticklish on the from the soles of her feet, to the little spaces under her ears.

She had read about the Tickle King at his on-line website, and e-mailed him for to see if he'd be interested in tickling her. She described herself to him, and asked him where he was. He told her that he would tickle her, but that she would have to come to Charlotte. Well, that wasn't too bad. She lived outside of Atlanta, and Charlotte wasn't too far of a drive up I-85.

Now, here she was, standing outside the door of the designated meeting place. She wore a white sweatshirt, gray stretch leggings, white socks pulled up around the legging, and white Keds. She was scared, and needless to say, she was excited. She finally got her courage up and knocked on the door. To the door walked a tall man, a lot younger than she had expected. He had a rugged look, and she decided that he was attractive.

He showed her into the living room and she had a seat.

"So, you're Kelly, are you?" He asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Are you ready to see what you're made of?"

"I sure hope so."

"I do to," he said. "You paid for an hour, and once I strap you into my chair, and hour is what your going to get."

"Well, I'm ready," she said.

"Would you like anything to drink, first?"

"No, I'd better not. If I drink anything, you might tickle it out of me."

He led her to a back room, and down a set of stairs into the basement.

It was dark, but she heard him open a door.

He walked into the room, and turned on the light. She followed.

She looked around the room. It was very simple. Cheap carpet. White paint. Nothing she would want. In the center of the room sat a chair, the likes of which she had never seen.

It looked like a barber's chair, except that the back went much higher, and there were straps all over it.

He directed her to it, and she sat down and leaned back.

"Let's do it," she said.

He pulled her left hand up over her head and wrapped a strap around it, fastening it to itself, and then again to the top of the chair. He then did the same with her right hand. He then walked to the foot of the chair, and took each foot, and fastened it into a set of straps on either side of the rest.

"How's that feel?" he asked.

She pulled and wiggled.

"I feel pretty helpless," she answered.

"You think you feel helpless, now," he smiled. "Wait until I'm finished."

He then fastened another strap around each of her knees.

After that, he put a strap around her waist.

Then, he put a strap around each of her elbows.

He then went back to the foot, and erected a pop up bar that went between her feet, and spread out behind her toes. It had several small leather strings dangling from it.

"What's that for?" She asked.

"Watch," he said.

He began untied her left shoe, and pulled it off. He then pulled the sock off.

He then untied her right shoe, pulled it off, and pulled the sock off.

He then tilted her right foot back, and began to tied each toe with a separate string.

He did the same with the left foot.

"Now, how helpless do you feel?" he asked.

"A lot more than I was before," she said.

"Well, here we go," he said.

She bit her lip. What had she done? Did she really want to go through with this? Did she really think that she could last though it? Her train of thought was derailed, when he stuck his hands up her shirt, and began wiggling his fingers against her armpits.

"Ooohohohoho, my God, that tickles."

She started giggling, but the more he did it, the harder it got to keep from bursting out.

Finally she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Aaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Whoahohohohohohohohoho."

He teased her armpits for about five minutes, and then he began digging into her ribs.

She exploded into violent bursts of laughter, interspersed with loud gasps for breath.

"Heeeeeheeheeheeheeheehuhhhhhhhaaaaahahahahahahahahahahah."

After digging in her ribs for about five minutes, he pulled her shirt up, and pulled out a feather duster. The feathers on the end of the duster had all been soaked in varnish, so that the tips were firm. Be began dusting all around her sides and underarms.

Kelly went wild with loud, ticklish laughter. She had never been tickled so much in her life.

She was small, and had always been able to wiggle away from her ticklers, but this time there was no wiggling away.

"Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Nohohohohohohohoho."

He dusted her for five minutes, as she bucked and jerked violently, then he went around to her neck, and began dusting her neck and face.

She continued laughing consistently, but not quite as hard.

He knew she wouldn't, but he figured that could be somewhat of a break for her.

Soon, her laughing had died down to giggles, and the Tickle King knew that it was time to move on. That had been another five minutes. Twenty minutes, so far. Forty more. He said as much, out loud.

"What?" she cried. "Forty more minutes, I'll never make it."

He loosened the straps around her waist and knees long enough to pull her pants down, and then he tightened them back up.

He used his fingers to gently caress the tops, insides, and outsides of her leg spread.

She began bucking violently, again. Sometimes, when he went up into her vaginal area, and tickled in there, she would jump and laugh as if she were going to spit her insides out.

"Aaaahhhhhhhhaahaahaaaaahaaaaaahuhhhhh. Ahahahahahahahah."

He spent about five minutes on that, and then went and got the feather duster again.

When she saw him about to go to her legs with that, she let out a massive scream before he even touched her.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

When he did finally touch her with it, she nearly jumped out of her skin, but she scarcely moved, because of all of the restraints.

She jerked and laughed uncontrollably.

"Eeeeheeheeheeheee. Nooohohohohohoho."

After about five minutes of this, he stopped again, and gave her a five minute breather. For her sake, he counted that as part of the hour.

"Twenty five more minutes," he said, at the end of the break.

He then went to her feet, and began dragging his fingers up and down her helpless soles.

She began shrieking and jerking, once again.

"Aaaahahahahahahahah. Nooooohohohohohohoho."

The worst part of this to her, was that her toes were pulled back, so that she could scrunch her feet up. That always seemed to ease the ticklishness, but she couldn't do it now.

His fingers danced up and down her helpless soles, in and out of her toes, across the tops of her feet, and back around the ankles.

Tickle King thought to himself, "This might be the most ticklish girl I've ever tickled."

"Eeeeheeheeheeheehee. Ahhhhhahahahahahaahaahaahaahaaaaa."

He continued using his fingers to torture her soles for another five minutes.

Twenty more minutes.

He pulled a single feather out of the feather duster.

He began working with her right foot.

She tried hard as she could to wiggle her foot out of the way, but to no avail.

She laughed on and on and on.

"Ahhhhahahahahahahahaha. Nohohohohohohohoho. Enouhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuff."

He wasn't going to stop, though, because an hour is an hour. That's what she paid for, that's what she's gonna get.

He feathered her right foot for about five minutes, and then he switched to her left.

By now, she had laughed so much that she was really getting tired.

She couldn't stop laughing, though. She'd laugh more softly, when he was on spots that weren't the most ticklish, but when he'd hit those most ticklish spots, she'd explode again.

After feathering the left foot for five minutes, he took the whole feather duster, and attacked her right foot again.

She jumped against her restraints, rocking the chair as she did.

"Aaaahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaaahaahaahaaaaaa."

He did each foot for two and a half minutes, then stopped.

Five more minutes.

Now, he must clean her feet.

He pulled out his water bucket, and brush, and began cleaning her soles.

She jumped explosively, and started laughing harder than she had ever laughed before.

Never, in her wildest dreams, had she imagined tickle torture this extreme.

She was bursting into fits of outrageous laughter.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaaahaaaaaaahaaaaaahaaahaaahaaahaahahahahahahahah."

She couldn't take much more. She was sure that she was going to die.

And then, it was over.

She felt him loosening the straps and taking them off.

She was exhausted, and lay there with her eyes shut, but she was too tense to sleep.

He picked her up, and carried her into a spare bedroom. He went and got one of his big shirts. He took her pants, T-shirt, and bra off, and put her into the big shirt. It swallowed her whole.

He laid her down, and began massaging her back to loosen up the tension. He massaged her back and neck for a while, and then switched to massaging her feet. By the time, he finished massaging her feet, she was fast asleep. He pulled the covers up over her.

"Goodnight," he said.

He went to his own room, still amazed by how ticklish she was, and how much courage it took for her to come here, and willingly let the Tickle King tickle her.

The next day, they were both up early, and he took her to breakfast, before she left to go back to Atlanta. To this day, they still call each other up from time to time. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that she's the one that was always meant for him, but he's way too shy to ever consider asking her.

Tickle story - christmas tickle - girl tickled



Christmas Tickle

Melissa was a pretty woman of 29 years. She had a great husband named Drake, who was 32, and three wonderful children. Her oldest was Mike, 10. Next in line was Paul, 8, and then Annie, 6.

It was Christmas day at Drake and Melissa's house, and the kids were in their room at 5:00 a.m., ready to see what kinds of goodies Santa Claus had brought. Melissa was really feeling the Christmas spirit as she went into her closet. She had the Sexy Santa Claus costume she had worn at Halloween, and decided it was a good time to wear it gain. A red velvet miniskirt, white turtle-neck, and a red and white Santa Claus jacket. This with a pair of white tights and knee-high, black suede boots made quite a sexy number.

After dressing, she went into the bathroom and put on a little bit of make-up, before she went into the living room, where Jake and the children were waiting.

In the living room, there were lots of toys and goodies for all three children. A few gifts in particular, were extremely well accepted. Mike and Paul were both infatuated with the policeman set they had gotten. Each set included real, steel handcuffs, a plastic belt, with pouches and a holster for a .44 caliber cap gun, plastic club, and a badge. Annie was most thrilled about her Little Granny's Knitting Kit, a kit that taught young girls how to knit, and her plastic fingernails kit.

Melissa felt so happy, watching her kids playing with their new toys. She laughed as Drake played with them. He had much more imagination than she did.

After all of the gift opening and sharing was over, Melissa went back to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed. She was so sleepy, after waking up at 5:00 a.m., that she dozed off, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She woke a few minutes later, to the sound of clicks.

When she came to her senses, she looked around her to find that Mike and Paul had cuffed her hands to the headboard, one on each side. At her feet, Annie, using the yarn from her knitting kit, had bound Melissa's feet together, and tied them securely to the frame underneath the bed.

Melissa wiggled and squirmed trying to free herself from her bondage. The handcuffs were certainly not going to give, and she did not know enough about them to realize that, being children's handcuffs, they had little switches on the bottom, that would open the handcuffs. Annie had also done an excellent job of tying her feet, having also been smart enough to take the black boots off first.

"Okay," Melissa smiled at them. "You got me. Now let Mommy go."

"No way," Mike said. "It's time for your Christmas present Mom."

"My Christmas present," her heart warmed. "What is it?"

"We can't tell you, yet, but it will make you laugh," Annie said.

Melissa wondered to herself what they had for her that would make her laugh.

She found out quickly, as Paul leaned over her, and began grabbing her ribs.

"Whoahohohoho, Paul. Don't do that, honey. Mommy's not ticklish."

She was lying, but she hoped they'd believe her.

"I think you are," Paul said. "I've seen you laugh when daddy was tickling you."

"Well, that's different, honey," she said.

Paul acted as though he didn't hear her, and continued teasing her ribs.

Melissa knew that she couldn't hold her laughter in much longer.

Annie started running her plastic fingernails along Melissa's feet. This did it for Melissa.

"Heeeeeheeeeheeeheeeheee. Haaaahaaahaahaahaahahahahahaha."

She began twisting and jerking, trying to free herself, but she wasn't going to break the handcuffs, and the yarn was wound atleast six threads thick around her ankles and around the frame.

"Ohhhhhhohohohohahahahahahahahaha. Pleeeeeeheeheehease stahop."

Mike started tickling her knees, digging his fingers in right above the kneecaps.

"This is my horse, eating corn," Mike said laughing.

Melissa felt the ticklish sensations going up and down her body, as she squealed and giggled trying to free herself.

Just then, Drake walked into the room.

"Drake!" She screamed. "Help me!"

The kids stopped.

"Now kids, you know what happens when I catch you tickling Mommy, don't you," Drake said.

"No, daddy. What?" Annie asked.

A sly grin came across Drake's face.

"I get to tickle her, too."

Melissa's eyes widened.

"Noooooooooooooo!"

Drake dropped down at Melissa's feet, and began tickling the left foot, letting Annie tickle the right. Melissa sat there screaming in laughter, watching as her feet in white tights were tickle tortured by her husband and daughter. Then Mike and Paul started up again.

This was agony, she thought to herself.

She was laughing so hard, now, that she could scarcely breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaahaaaahaaaahaaaahaaahaaahaahaahahahahahahaha."

Drake stood up.

"Okay, you guys, she's had enough."

He reached up, and opened handcuffs, using the little switch.

Melissa watched as he opened the cuffs on her right hand.

"So that's all I would have had to do to get out?"

She felt stupid.

Annie slowly and carefully untied Melissa's feet.

Melissa had red chafe marks where the cuffs had been, but they would go away soon enough.

"How'd you like your Christmas present, Mommy," Paul asked.

"Well, Annie was right about one thing," Melissa smiled.

"What's that?" Annie asked.

"It did make me laugh."

Tickle story - Courteney Cox In The Stocks


Courteney Cox In The Stocks


Courteney Cox was on her way over to home of this new friend of her, named James. It was supposed to be a chance to meet his sister, who supposedly shared a lot of the same interests as Courteney. She had been in a hurry, so she was not dressed very well. She had on cut-off jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of white Keds.

When she arrived, she noticed that the place had a long driveway, and was surrounded by lots of trees. She was captivated by its serenity, and imagined how quiet it must be.

A ring of the doorbell, and James was there shortly. He invited Courteney in, and sat her down in the kitchen. His sister came in, and he introduced them.

"Courteney, this is Amanda. Amanda, Courteney."

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Courteney said. "Your brother has told me so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you, too," Amanda said.

"Well, everybody, let's sit down, have some soda, and chat," James said.

Courteney and Amanda sat at the table talking, while James prepared the drinks.

As James was preparing the drinks, he slipped some sleeping drugs into Courteney's glass.

He served the drinks, and they talked about various interests.

One thing that Courteney was noticing, was that Amanda and her were nothing alike. She wondered what had ever given James the idea that they were.

Courteney began to feel weary and her eyelids were heavy.

Amanda went to freshen up, and while James was cleaning up, she went into the living room and laid down on the couch. She was soon fast asleep.

When she woke up, she quickly realized that she was not on the couch, where she had fallen asleep. She was seated in some strange contraption. It was a set of stocks. Her feet had been locked into a wooden frame at the end of the contraption. The holes through which her feet had been locked were lined with leather padding. Her knees were each tied down with leather string, to the bar that went from the foot to the head of the contraption. Her thighs were also strapped in snugly, with a leather strap of some sort. Her hands were fastened straight above her head in a set of leather cuffs, while her elbows were tied with leather string, to the vertical bar that went up behind her back.

She pulled at her restraints, trying to pull herself loose, but the restraints were strong and tight. She was going nowhere.

Then James and Amanda came walking into the room.

"Come on, ya'll. You gotta let me out of here," she said. "I've got a meeting tonight."

"We'll let you out," James said, "when we're finished."

"Finished?" Courteney said, with a quiver of fear in her voice. "What are you going to do to me."

"Well, Courteney," Amanda spoke, "I've watched you on T.V., and I've always wondered if you could stand up to my test."

"What test?" Courteney cried. "What are going to do? What you need to do is let me go right now. Otherwise, when I get out of here, you're gonna be sorry."

"My, my, my," Amanda taunted her. "You sure are pushy, for someone who's helpless."

The words struck Courteney like a rock. It had never fully settled over her until this point. She was helpless. She was at their mercy. They could do all they wanted to, and unless a miracle happened, they didn't have to let her go, until they wanted to.

"What do you want? Whatever it is, this is no way to go about getting it."

"With my methods," Amanda said, "if I wanted to, I could get whatever I wanted from you."

"You think so, huh?" Courteney was extremely frightened, but she hoped that they didn't see it.

"Yes, I do." Amanda was sure of herself.

Amanda reached out and pulled up Courteney's shirt, until it was up over her head. She then wedged the shirt into a piece of the wood, so that it would stay up.

"Whaddya wanna do, look at my tits?" Courteney asked. "Are you queer, or something?"

Amanda began dragging her fingers down Courteney's sides.

Courteney tried to lean away from it, but she was held in place by the restraints. She let out a faint giggle, and then another.

Amanda began to move a little faster.

Courteney started giggling some more. Before long, she couldn't hold it in, and bursted out into wild laughter.

"Aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha. Heeheeheeheeheehee. Stohohop it."

Amanda walked around behind her, and put one hand to work on each side.

Courteney was laughing and struggling, trying to evade those experienced tickling fingers.

"Nooohohohohohoo. Pleeheeheeheease. stohohohohop."

Amanda dug her fingers in to Courteney's ribs, and Courteney let out a high pitched shriek, and then began laughing much louder and more violently than before.

"Aaaaaaahahahahahahaaahaaahaaahaaahaaa. Nohohohohohohohohoho."

She was squirming and screaming, screaming and squirming.

There was no escape from the probing of those long fingernails.

Amanda moved up into Courteney's armpits, wiggling her fingers and dragging her nails in and out, back and forth.

Courteney was laughing insanely, and uncontrollably, now. She was trying hard to breathe, but she could barely get any air in, before she blew it all back out, as Amanda hit another extremely ticklish spot.

Amanda continued tickling around Courteney's ribs and armpits, as Courteney violently laugh and struggled. Just as Courteney was about to lose conciousness, Amanda stopped.

Amanda gave Courteney a minute or two to catch her breath.

After a minute, Amanda looked at James.

"Okay, you're turn."

James smiled, and walked to the foot of the contraption, where Courteney's feet stuck helplessly out of the stocks.

He began untying her left shoe.

By now, Courteney had caught her breath and she started pleading.

"No, please. Amanda was right. Her methods worked. I'll give you anything."

"Oh, I don't want anything," James said, "except to hear you laugh when I tickle these gorgeous feet. I've always wanted to tickle them."

"Nooooooo," Courteney whined.

James removed the left shoe, and then began untying the right. When he had removed them both, he began wiggling his fingers, about a half-inch away from Courteney's feet.

She could feel it coming, and shrieked before he even touched her.

"EEEeeeeheeheeheehee."

He began dragging his rough fingers along the her helpless soles. He was very slow, and very exact. He came up, and down, up and down. He kept the same rythm, going over virtually the same spots for about five minutes. Meanwhile, Courteney was screaming, laughing, and begging him to stop.

"Aaaahahahahahahahahahahaha. Pleeheeheeheease Stahahahahop."

After about five minutes of the monotonous stroking, he used his right hand to pull back the toes on her left foot, and began digging into her toes.

She leaped against her restraints, in explosive laughter.

"Heeeeheeheeheeheehee. Ahhhhahahahahahahahahaha."

He did a little on the left foot, then went to the right. He switched back and forth, two or three times. After that, he got a feather and began to lightly caress her soles with it.

She was struggling violently trying to get free.

He then began dragging the feather up and down her legs.

She then went into spasmodic laughter, when Amanda reassumed her position on the ribs.

Together, James and Amanda, then lit into her full force, tickling ever part of her body they could reach, without taking off her shorts. They tickled her until she felt that she was within an inch of her life. She had already urinated on herself. At this point, she passed out.

When she awakened, she was in a bed, in their guest house. They left her a note, that said they'd had to go out, but they hoped to see her later.

"Not likely," she muttered to herself.

She left, and to this day, she has never seen James or Amanda again.

Tickle story - celebtity tickled - Roma Downey


Oh, Yes You Will Strip, Roma Downey

Roma Downey walked out of the studio. She was determined that this time she was not coming back. She was fed up with the way they were doing things in there.

She got into her car and drove straight home.

When she got there she went into her house and sat in the living room.

She sat there thinking for a while, in her long white dress.

"Who do they think they are, anyway?" She said aloud.

They had wanted her to strip for a certain scene in the particular movie she was shooting. She had told them, from the beginning, that she was not going to strip. It would kill her image for "Touched By An Angel."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It was the director.

He came in and they argued a while, before he finally asked for something to drink.

When she turned to go for the drink, he hit her on the head, knocking her out.

When she woke, she was laid back in her living room recliner.

She tried to get up, but couldn't. Her hands had been tied over her head, and her feet were lashed together, and tied to the footrest.

She could feel the knot on her head as it sat against the back of the chair.

The director came into the room with a piece of paper.

"This piece of papers says that you agree to strip for this movie. Now, sign it."

"I'm not gonna sign it," she stated, resolutely.

"We'll see about that," he said.

He went to her feet, and removed her high-heel pumps, revealing her white stocking-clad feet.

"What are you doing?" She asked him angrily.

"It's time to show you who's the boss," he said.

He began wiggling his fingers against the bottom of her feet.

She struggled, and tried to pull loose. When she realized it was useless, she let out a giggle.

"Eeeheeheeheehee."

"So, you are ticklish, are you?"

He pressed harder, using what little fingernails he had, to make it as intense as possible.

She giggled some more.

"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee."

Finally, she could giggle no more, and cut loose in roaring laughter.

"Aaahhhaahaahaahahahahahaha. Ahhhhhhhaaahaaahaaaahaahaahaahahahahahaha."

"Ohhohohohohohohoh, my God. Staahaahahahahop. Pleeeeeheeheeheease."

He wasn't ready to stop, yet. He was having fun.

Roma was pulling, and twisting, and turning, but she could not escape those wiggling fingers mercilessly torturing her helpless feet.

He continued to tickle and she continued to laugh.

"Ahhhhhhaaahaaahaaahaaahaahaahaahaahahahahahahahahahah."

"Noooooohoohoohoohoohohohohohohohoho."

Finally, he stopped.

"Now, will you sign this paper saying you will agree to strip."

"Yehehehes. Anythihihing. Just stop tickling me." She was having trouble catching her breath.

He put the pen in her hand, and held the paper on a clipboard, close enough that she could sign it.

She hesitated.

"I don't know."

"Sign it, or I'll go back to work on your feet."

She signed it rather quickly.