Tickling Fun, Part 2
(Posted on Sunday, December 26, 2000)
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If you missed the 1st part, Click here for Tickling Fun, Part 1

As luck would have it, extra duty ended up killing Dee and I getting together as planned. Like most things in life, I find there is a reason for it. While I ended up working extra hours, she did also, but Monday morning came around and a chance to make up for the lost time came around, too.

A friend of mine who lived off the base had to take his wife home on a family emergency and asked if I would mind house sitting for him. In exchange for this, I would only have to take him to the airport. I’d get the free use of his car and his house. The next morning after my shift, I took them and couldn’t wait to get back to tell Dee.

She was able to get off the next Friday since she had worked the weekend before, so we would have 4 night’s use of the house together. I should mention that I knew my friend Bill, and his wife Kathy were into slight bondage and he was into foot tickling as was she. I had been out to their house one night for dinner and afterwards managed to tickle Kathy silly. After the clean-up was done, we were sitting around joking and fooling around when out of the blue I grabbed her bare foot and tickled her until she begged for mercy. Though it was early in the evening, they tossed me a blanket and pillow, and excused themselves to retire to the bedroom. It was rather tough to sleep, even with many beers in me, hearing her over the course of a couple of hours going between moans and hysterical laughter.

I returned from the airport and checked out the bedroom first thing. There was a brass bed, complete with straps, a nightstand with feathers and other tickling items. Even if Dee didn’t know how the weekend was going to turn out, I did.

So, lets cut to the chase. Thursday after work, I picked up Dee and brought her back to the house where I had already started a nice dinner. We sat around afterwards talking and listening to music, and then started to make-out on the couch. It wasn’t too long before we had made our way to the bedroom. After a couple of rounds of making love, we laid there together.

After a short rest I rolled over on her and started kissing her again. I moved one of her arms up above her head, smoothly running my hands up and down her arm from armpit to fingertips. Like it was a surprise, I arched up a bit and said, “Hey, what do we have here?” I had found the strap to hold her one arm. I grabbed her wrist and tightened the strap around it.

She seemed a bit nervous when she figured out what I was doing, but tried to remain calm. I found the other strap and secured her remaining arm. Sitting on her hips, I began to trace slow circles with my fingertips around her naval. She started to giggle and bounce her hips. I moved to her armpits and she started to scream in hysterics. She begged me to stop. From where I was sitting on her, I couldn’t reach the nightstand, so I looked towards the foot of the bed. I already knew that there were straps there also for her ankles. Now she was really worried as I secured her ankles.

“Hey, come on,” she said, “fun is fun, but you're scaring me.”

“Now come on Dee,” I said, “Do you think I would hurt you?”

“No, not hurt me. But I'm afraid of what else you might do,” she replied.

I got off of her and went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. “Oh ho,” I said. “Now isn’t this a nice find?”  I pulled out a long stiff feather and showed it to her.

She started to struggle against the straps. “What the hell do you think you are going to do with that?”

I moved towards her and started to drag the feather slowly down her upper arms and into her armpits. Her body turned as stiff as a board and her teeth clenched as I kept sliding the feather up and down, twirling it in her pit.

“STOP IT!” She screamed. “It tickles!” I moved the feather to her naval and she totally lost it. “STOP, STOP ha ha ha, it’s unbearable. You’re killing meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”

I kept it up for a few more seconds and then gave her a chance to catch her breath. She couldn’t say a word. Her body was as limp as a damp rag. I noticed that her eyes were closed tightly as she tried to regain control of herself. I moved to the foot of the bed, eyeing all the time her lovely slender feet. I took the feather and dragged it in between her toes. Her butt cleared the bed with every inch of available space that the straps would allow.

“Oh God, NO!. Please don’t. Not my feet or my toes. Please, anything but that. Wait, wait, I have a deal for you. You can tickle me anywhere for as much as you want, but not my feet.”

I said, “You didn’t seem to mind it the other night,” as I dragged the feather between other toes.

Again her back arched and she screamed as she laughed. “Wait damn it! HA HA HA! Stop!”

I did, wondering mostly what kind of deal she wanted to offer.

“Where do you want to tickle me?” She asked.

This time with my fingers I attacked the sole of her foot, “How about here? You seemed to enjoy it at the party.”

Her body tossed and turned. Her butt bounced up and down on the bed as she fell into hysterical laughter. I tickled her for about 10 seconds.

“OK,” she wheezed. “You can tickle my feet, but you have to put my socks back on.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked.

“It helps, really,” she replied. “That’s why I didn’t mind so much at the party.”

Very lightly and slowly I traced my fingertips along the sole of her foot. “But I rather like the feel without the socks,” I told her.

She struggled against the straps, grunting and trying to keep from laughing. It was already too much for me. I shifted my position, leaving her tied, and started making love again.

I was ready to explode before I even got inside her, but I managed to hold on for a respectable amount of time. When I had finished, I was spent. I was ready to sleep, but I wasn’t going to give this opportunity away so soon.

Dee on the other hand was turned on by the whole idea of being helpless, “God, that was great! But I don’t think I could take another round of that.”

But all of a sudden I had an idea. I went back to the foot of the bed (which brought out a number of pleadings not to touch her feet again), and found the feather. I sat on her hips again. “What’s your middle name Dee?” I asked.

She looked kind of puzzled and asked, “Why do you want to know?”

“No special reason. I just want to know it.”  I answered.

“It’s a stupid name. I hate it. I wish my parents had called me something else.”

I took the feather and started to lightly tickle her armpit. Again, she started to giggle and squirm. “Come on stop. HA HA, I can’t stand anymore tickling!”

“What did you say your middle name was?” I asked while starting to twirl the feather in her pit.

“No,HA HA HA, stop HA HA, I’m not telling you.”

I dragged the feather down her side and across her naval, causing her to pitch and bounce. She was laughing uncontrollably, begging me to quit. After a minute or so of tickling her belly, I moved the feather up her other side into her other armpit. Almost 2 minutes had passed as I tickled her upper body before I allowed her a rest.

Her breath was coming in heaves and gasps. I slid my body back so that I was in-between her knees. “Damn you,” she said as her whole body shuddered as if she had a chill. “That’s enough, I demand you untie me!”

“Seems to me you haven’t answered the question yet.” I told her.

“Oh yeah? Well fuck you. No, better yet, fuck me. I’m so damn horny and turned on right now, I can’t stand it!”

I slid the feather up and down her inner thigh. “The name please,” I said.

Again she started to giggle and strain against the straps. She wasn’t as ticklish on the thighs, but it was pretty easy to tell that it was driving her crazy. “Take me you sadistic bastard,” she giggled.

I wasn’t even close to reload yet even though I was already hard watching and hearing her giggles as she strained in vain to get away from the feather.  Again her body shuddered and I moved the feather back to her belly. She screamed, and now that I wasn’t sitting on her hips, her butt cleared the bed. She fell into hysterical sobs of laughter as the feather marched all over her upper body. And every time she begged for it to end, I asked for her middle name. Each time that I asked, she laughed and screamed, “never!”

I kept up the tickling until she couldn’t even answer any more and then let her rest again. As she lay there panting, I sat back using the footboard to rest against. After a few minutes passed and she regained her breath, I found that she hadn’t been kidding when she said that she was turned on. The slightest touch or stroke with my fingers made her moan slightly, her stomach would tighten, and she’d twist her body trying to rub her thighs together. As I touched her legs, she again started to beg for me to take her. I was about ready to go again, but wanted to hold off a bit longer.

“Well?” I asked.

“Well, what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” I said, “You ready to tell me yet?”

“Fat chance,” she said. “You can take that stupid feather and shove it.“

I had to give her credit. She had a real resolve. It was obvious that she was hurting on more than one level between how turned on she was and the toll the tickling was taking on her.

“Must be time to play a little hardball,” I said as I took two fingers and started to tickle the sole of her foot.

She exploded in a flurry of curses and hysterical laughter. “Tickle, tickle,” I said.

“Damn it, HA HA HA, please for God’s sake STOP.” 

Then I started using four fingers to dance across the sole of her foot. “You prick!” She screamed as it sounded like she was laughing even louder. "Please not my feet, HEE HA HA HA, I can’t stand it any more!”

Seconds turned into a couple of minutes. She wasn’t able to bounce so high off of the bed and her screams mellowed out to a continuous exchange between laughs and no’s. I could get a bit more reaction when my fingers started dancing around the base of her toes and one small spot just at the base of the ball of her foot. Her head rocked back and forth slowly as she laughed, and every so often she would plead for me to take her again.

I was no longer worried about how much she could take, but I worried about myself. My balls were starting to ache despite the number of times that we had already made love. I wanted to take her again, but I had much more yet to do.

The wet spot on the bed was evidence of how much she was enjoying it and I was bound and determined to keep it going for as long as I could.

To Be Continued……..