20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Thu Apr 14, 2011 10:05 am

This is something that happened recently, but reverts back 20 years for anyone to understand why and how it happened……….

The conversations are not completely accurate but are very close to what was said. Some 20 years ago after graduating from High School, I had a girlfriend who I’ve never forgotten. Her name was Diane. We had a group of about 12 or 13 friends that would always hang out together. At the time, most of the boys and girls were boyfriend and girlfriend.

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20 years ago, I would often playfully tickle Diane while we made out. She absolutely hated when I would do that, but I thought it was fun to tease and subdue her. One day she finally told me off and told me that if I was tickled for an hour, I would cry. Of course, I never tickled her for more than 30 seconds but wondered how she came up with an hour. She told me that it seemed like an hour when I tickled her. I thought it ridiculous at the time, but also felt that she should get some sort of payback, so I agreed. She reached on to my sides and wiggled her fingers and I jumped and immediately started fighting her. I wasn’t being confrontational but it was a natural defense. She even tried sitting on me, but I kept bucking her off of me.

We sort of just blew off the idea until later that afternoon when we were talking with Diane’s sister, Denise, who was 1 or 2 years younger and was a dark haired absolute foxy babe. She suggested possibly tying me up. Diane and me looked at each other and she started to grin and asked, “would you let me”. I said that I would let her but not now because her parents would soon be home from work. To make a long story short, we agreed on her “tickle revenge” the next day. A short time later, I left Diane’s house.

The next afternoon, I went over to Diane’s house and both Diane and Denise were awaiting me. After a few minutes of talking, I was asked if I was ready. I told them I was and the girls led me downstairs to the TV/Rec room. They said they had talked the night before about how I was going to be tied up because Diane wanted all of my ticklish spots exposed, so they decided that I would be laying on the floor, stretched out, with my arms above my head. I was asked to help move a couch so it would be opposite a steel pole in the center of the room. I laid down on the carpeted floor and told to remove my shoes and socks. Denise moved my feet to opposite sides of the pole to the pole and began tying my ankles to the pole.

As I was still sitting up, Diane began tying rope around each wrist. When Denise had my feet securely tied to the pole, she playfully ran her fingers up the soles of my feet and I immediately jumped. Diane was just finishing tying a length of rope to my wrist and I laid down flat on my back. Diane and Denise grabbed a length of rope and pulled my arms towards the outer legs of the sofa, spreading my arms apart and forming a giant “Y”.

When I was completely tied up, Denise stood up while Diane was kneeling beside me. We talked for a couple of minutes and Diane also got back up on her feet. I remember feeling a bit excited looking up at these two very attractive sisters standing over me and what a helpless position I was in. After a few minutes, Denise said that she was going to leave us alone and that she didn’t plan on tickling me, but that she would be back later to see how it was going. She wished me luck and went upstairs. Diane then stepped over me and sat straddling my stomach.

With virtually no warning, she immediately started digging her fingers into my sides. I jumped and screamed out in surprise and broke in to uncontrollable laughter. Diane also was laughing at the fun that she was having. Her fingers continued wiggling and squirming over my sides, ribs and chest. This lasted for maybe two minutes or so. I twisted and bucked and squirmed and struggled but was not able to escape her tickling fingers. After a very short break, she once again wiggled her fingers all over my upper body, but suddenly stopped after maybe 10 minutes. She told me that she couldn’t do this for an entire hour. I remember being pretty sweaty and breathing very heavy and deeply as I stared up at her sitting on me. Diane asked if I was OK and I told her I told her I was. I then asked her if she still wanted to finish tickling me. She said she couldn’t do it by herself. I said I didn’t really think that she could with a knowing smile.

She then bent down and planted a deep kiss on me and slid her tongue between my lips. Without breaking our lip-lock, Diane climbed off of me and was laying next to me while running her hands through my hair and over my chest and stomach. We must have been kissing for almost 10 minutes which excited me and made the blood flow quickly into my rapidly hardening cock. Being tied up and with a throbbing hard on was driving me nuts, but there was nothing I could do about it, yet I enjoyed every second. Our deep kiss was broken when Denise came back downstairs.

She walked over us and apologized but thought something was wrong because she didn’t hear me laughing or making any noise. Diane sat up and said “oh no, we are fine”, and then stood up and stood opposite her sister who was standing next to me. Diane told her sister that she got tired and had to stop tickling me. Denise then suggested that Diane could maybe ask Holly, Joanne, or Mary (Diane’s friends) to help her. Diane said Holly might do it, but didn’t think Joanne or Mary would, but maybe Sandy or Karen might (other friends of Diane’s). They talked a little more with me lying helplessly at their feet with a rock hard cock that was completely visible under my pants and I couldn’t hide. Diane felt embarrassed about it and Denise was obviously aware and enjoyed seeing me completely turned on like that. We all talked for the next few minutes until Diane decided to untie me. The girls both got down on their knees and started untying the rope around the sofa’s legs. As I sat up, Denise released my feet that were tied to the steel pole.

Maybe a month or so later, Diane went away to college and we never were able to test my endurance. But she did tell a few of her friends about tickling me. Three had agreed to help her (Holly, Sandy, and Karen), but we never were able to arrange it. With the distance between us, we eventually broke up and lost contact with each other.

I had virtually forgotten about that episode in my life until recently……

To Be Continued..........
Last edited by roberto on Fri Apr 15, 2011 3:18 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: 20 Years Later

Postby sarumansauron » Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:57 pm

Great start! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later

Postby canuck100 » Thu Apr 14, 2011 5:39 pm

Something tells me that Denise will appear in your next story... hehe good story so far!

Re: 20 Years Later

Postby roberto » Fri Apr 15, 2011 4:41 am

canuck100 wrote:Something tells me that Denise will appear in your next story... hehe good story so far!


Guess that destroys any surprises.............. LOL

In the next chapter, there won't be any tie ups involved. But it oughta set the stage for what happens. I'll try to finish and post the 2nd chapter later today.

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Fri Apr 15, 2011 3:25 pm

Once again, the conversation quotes are not exact, but close........... This chapter establishes events that led up to what happened after 20 years.


Part 2 –

I grew up in So. California and moved to the Pacific Northwest about 12 years ago due to a job transfer. However, my job required me to travel, which included trips to California about once or twice a year. Last month I had to travel to California for business. I arrived on Thursday for a Friday meeting and would have to stay over the weekend for more meetings on Monday and Tuesday. On Friday night while staying at a hotel in San Jose, I went to the bar for a few drinks before bed. As a gazed around the bar, I noticed a very stunning dark haired lady who seemed very familiar to me. I couldn’t place the face, but I knew I recognized her from somewhere. I also noticed that she kept glancing over to me too, so I decided to go and introduce myself. It felt uncomfortable because she was sitting with a group of 4 other ladies, but she watched and smiled as I was approaching her. I said “Excuse me, and I know this sounds crazy, but you look familiar. Have we met before?” She replied that she was thinking the same thing, and I introduced myself.

“Hi, my name is Rob”.

And she replied “Hello, I’m Denise.”

It took few seconds, but simultaneously, it dawned on us who each other was. Denise got up and we hugged each other. She invited me to sit with her and introduced me to her friends as her sister’s old boyfriend. We talked and caught up on our lives during the past 20 years, including being told that Diane, her sister and former girlfriend of mine, had married and was living in San Diego. Denise also told me that she had never married because she never met the “right” man who could accept her for who she was.

We talked and drank for almost 4 hours, during which time 3 of her friends had to leave. Around 11:00 Denise and her friend, Susan who has silky blond hair that draped over her shoulders and maybe 5 – 6 inches taller than me in her heels, were getting ready to leave. As we all stood up, Denise invited me for dinner on Saturday night. I said that would be very sweet of her and accepted her invitation. I noticed that the girls were a bit wobbly and were obviously pretty drunk after all the alcohol that was consumed. So, I suggested that they could stay in my room, which had two beds. I didn’t want them risking a DUI and, being a gentleman, told them they could sleep in the beds and I could sleep on the floor.

However, Denise giggled and said that she remembered seeing me on the floor before. I had a confused look on my face because after 20 or so years, that incident was basically forgotten about. But it all quickly came back to me.

Susan asked “what happened? - What’s so funny?”

We all sat down again since a new conversation had started. Denise told her that she and her sister tied me up one time and Diane was going to tickle me. Susan burst out in laughter as I slowly bowed my head with a sheepish grin. The ladies looked at me and I said “I know……..it was kind of stupid.” Denise said “Oh No…it was fun” and Susan said she thought it was funny and said the she wished she could have been there. Denise told Susan the whole story of why I was going to be tickled and that Diane didn’t come close to tickling me for an hour. Susan asked if I really wanted Diane to tickle me for a full hour and I told her “Well yeah….I think I actually kind of did!! I think I wanted to find out if I could handle it”. She said that she knew she couldn’t last a minute of being tickled and she thought it would be torture if tickled for an hour.

“So, you never found out?” Denise asked.

“No, but that’s OK. It was pretty dumb anyways” I replied.

“No, it’s not dumb. But if you’re that curious, maybe you should try to find out”, replied Susan.

I sort of smiled and said “I really doubt there’d be many people who’d want to participate in something like that, especially female”.

Denise finally admitted that she used to like me and that she would have tickled me 20 years earlier, but since I was her sister’s boyfriend it didn’t seem right and then told me, “I know it sounds kind of kinky, but I’d do it now!!! And I bet my roommate would too. She’s gay, but would probably do it anyway”. I sat with my mouth open in total surprise and she continued by asking Susan if she would help also. Susan said “Sure, why not? It could be fun!”

Denise said that I was coming over for dinner anyway and they could tickle me either before or after dinner. I really didn’t believe what I was hearing, so I simply said “let me think about it”. The three of us got up, closed out our bar tab, and then headed to my hotel room.

I won’t describe the events or how and why this happened, but I slept between Denise and Susan in the same bed that night. There was lots of kissing and tongue dancing involved, but there wasn’t any sex or play, so I still didn’t sleep very well. I was on my back (I’m not a back sleeper) with both girls cuddled up to me with their heads on my shoulders and my arms wrapped around them. Their hands and fingers roamed over my entire body until they quietly fell asleep. I was aroused the entire night.

To Be Continued...........

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby milagros317 » Sun Apr 17, 2011 6:43 am

Great story! Eagerly awaiting the FF/m bondage and tickling action.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 18, 2011 9:26 am

Good continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:14 pm

Although there isn't a Tie-Up in this chapter, this will introduce the players. The conversations are not 100% accurate, but is close to what was actually said.

Part 3 –

As the two women were leaving my hotel, Denise laid a big warm kiss on me and told me I’ll be rewarded after dinner. So, how could I not agree? Having spent the night between these two lovely and sexy ladies, I wasn’t able to get much sleep. After they left my hotel, I was able to get some rest during the late morning and early afternoon, but I couldn’t stop thinking, or dreaming, about being tickled and getting laid by these women.

I arrived at Denise’s house around 5:00 PM as she had requested. She was living in a 3 bedroom rental house about 20 minutes away from my hotel. I was greeted at the door by Denise and Susan, who had arrived earlier in the afternoon. Both Denise and Susan were wearing short skirts and high heels. Denise was wearing a light blue skirt that was very tight and showed off her incredible butt, a white sweater, and blue shoes. Susan had a white skirt and a red sweater and red shoes. As soon as I walked in the house, I was introduced to Denise’s roommate, Karen. Karen is a rather thin young lady of about 30 years old and about 5’6” tall with short blonde hair and cute. She was wearing jeans and a snug fitting t-shirt. Looking at her, I would have never guessed that she was gay. I was told that dinner would be ready in about an hour and asked if I would like a drink. We sat and chatted and about 30 minutes later, a friend of Karen’s arrived. Apparently, when Denise told Karen about me, she asked if she could have a friend over for dinner also.

Jennifer (or Jenni) is maybe in her late 20’s, 5’10” and had shoulder length auburn hair with a statuesque body. Jenni was not overly attractive, but she was far from being unattractive though. She was wearing tight, black stretch pants with black knee high boots and a long red sweater. As I was introduced to her, she bypassed the normal pleasantries such as “How are you” or “Nice to meet you”, but directly asked “So, is this the guy that wants to be tickled?” I must have had a perturbed look on my face when she said that because Denise told Jenni and the others that I hadn’t really said that I would. We all sat down in the living room and Karen immediately asked why I wanted to be tickled. Denise and me explained about her sister and her tying me up so that I could be tickled and how we met by coincidence the previous night. When Denise went to finish up cooking dinner, I then had to finish up explaining, with some help from Susan, how it all came about.

About 10 minutes later, we sat down for dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and we all talked about ourselves, getting to know one another. I had pretty much figured out that Denise and Susan was bisexual and being told that Karen was gay, it didn’t bother me that Jenni said that she was gay also. She wasn’t a “man-hater”, but was a very strong willed, imposing woman who asserted being in control. After a while, I liked this woman. After dinner, the ladies cleaned the dishes and we all had another drink. We chatted some more and Denise asked I had thought about being tickled. She said that she and Susan had bought some rope earlier to tie me up with. Denise said “Come….Come, I’ll show you what I have in mind. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to.” I got up and she led Susan, Jenni, Karen, and me into the back room which was used as a den/office. There was a futon against one wall under a window, bookcases against another wall, and a big heavy desk opposite the futon. Between the futon was a shag rug with towel spread out on top of it. I also saw rope lying on the seat of the futon.

Denise said “I thought we could tie your hands to the futon and your feet to the desk. I remembered how we tied you up before.” I grinned and said “After all this time, you still remember that?” “Well, Yeah” Denise said. “Karen helped me move the futon in here so it could be sort of the same way”. I looked at the three women and saw Susan looking down at the rug with a wicked grin. I thought for few seconds and said, “Sure……….Oh Hell…….Why not? Besides, you’ve gone to a lot of trouble………I’m game”. After getting to know these ladies and feeling at ease with them, as well as being a little drunk, it seemed exciting in a distorted, and kinky, way.

I sat down on the desk chair and asked, “Can you do me a favor, though”. “Maybe, what is it?” I was asked. “Well, I’m worried about the rope hurting my wrists and ankles. I don’t really want any marks on them either.” Denise told me she doesn’t want to see me hurt either. But Sharon said I was right about the rope marks. I asked if there was a way to wrap my wrists with something, and Karen said at there were some gardening gloves in the garage. “They might work” she said. But she followed up with, “they may be too small though. They’re ladies gloves”. She then went to the garage to get them. Susan said, “maybe a towel wrapped around first might work”. And then after a second, she said “No….washcloths!” Both Denise and Jenni said that was a wonderful idea. Karen then came back into the room with the gloves and some duct tape. She said that she thought that the tape might help also. I tried on the gloves and they were snug on my hands, but they were made from canvas and would probably do the job.

Then I asked if I could be given a few minutes before and after they tickle me. “What do you mean?” I was asked. “Well, once that you have me tied up, I’d like some time to think about what I’ve gotten myself into”. I was asked how much time I wanted. I said “I don’t know, maybe 5 minutes? 10?” The girls agreed saying “You Know….You can’t change your mind once we have you all tied up”. And then I was asked if I was ready. I said that I was but said I better go to the bathroom first. When I came back out, I was told “OK, Off with the clothes”!!! Without telling the entire conversation, I did strip down, but only to my underwear with a clearly visible erection that was starting to build. I was now ready to be used as a tickle toy by these 4 women for a full hour.

Will Be Continued...........

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby milagros317 » Thu Apr 21, 2011 6:36 am

Great story! Please do continue.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby thedarkdefender » Fri Apr 22, 2011 6:12 am

this is a very interesting start to a certainly exciting story. please do continue soon.

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:55 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Mon Apr 25, 2011 8:29 pm

The quoted conversations are close to what was said, but not exact. This chapter tells of my "captors" abilities with ropes...........


Part 4 –

I sat down on the floor between the futon and desk. Karen and Jenni took folded washcloths and wrapped them around my ankles and then covered them with a couple layers of duct tape. I put the garden gloves on my hands and the women started wrapping my gloved wrists and padded ankles with the rope.

In less than two minutes, I had 8 or 10 foot pieces of rope tied to each wrist and ankle. I nervously laid down on my back and my stiff cock stretched out from under the waistband of my underwear. I raised my arms towards the legs of the futon and spread my legs towards the legs of the desk. Suddenly I felt my extremities being pulled in 4 different directions and being stretched out flat. I raised my head to see Karen and Jenni wind the rope around the desk’s legs and pull tightly to completely stretch any slack out of the rope. They then tied 2 or 3 knots to completely secure my spread feet and legs. Meanwhile, Denise and Susan did the same with the rope binding my wrists to the legs of the futon. Considering that these women mentioned that none of them had ever tied up anyone before, they certainly did a very thorough task.

In virtually no time at all, I was spread eagled, stretched out tightly, and completely unable to move. It had taken these women only minutes to have me completely helpless and defenseless. Denise moved next to my chest on her knees and Karen and Susan got back up on their feet. Jenni straddled my right leg and dragged her fingertips the length of my cock from base to tip, saying “Lets put this back where it belongs”, and shoved it strongly back under my underwear to my left side. She then stood up and I looked at her teasing smile tauntingly gazing down at me.

Denise leaned over on the side of her butt and draped her legs over my spread out arm. She started to teasingly dragging one finger over my stomach and chest and made little circles around my nipples. She said “Don’t be scared. We won’t hurt you”. I felt very intimidated by these women who were hovering over me and surrounding me, but at the same time was excited by the situation. Karen looked down at me and said “I just don’t understand what you’ll get out of this”. “Oh, it doesn’t matter, we’ll have fun” replied Jenni, and they all sort of giggled. Susan said “we’re going to have so much fun tickling you” as Denise smiled down upon me, lightly and teasingly dragging her fingernails over my chest.

After a couple more minutes of chit-chat, Denise suggested that they go have a drink or something and leave me alone for a while. “I mean, that’s what he wanted!!!” Karen, Susan, and Jenni then left the room, leaving me with Denise beside me. With the door slightly closed, Denise got up on her knees beside me and smiled down upon me. I smiled in return and asked what she had planned for me. “Well, if you remember, the deal was for you to be tickled for a full hour or until you start to cry. I suppose we might have a little mercy if we see a tear, but I wouldn’t consider that crying……” She then giggled and told me not to worry and that she won’t let anything bad happen to me.

She leaned down and kissed me deeply. Even though our kissing was “forced” upon me, I had no objections wagging my tongue between her sweet and tender lips. As she rose up and breaking our kiss, I saw a loving smile upon her lovely face. Denise asked me “You don’t mind, do you?” It was obvious to her that I enjoyed kissing her. The palm of her hand started grazing over my blood engorged erection and she asked “You will be spending the night, won’t you?” Of course, I couldn’t resist her invitation and I told Denise that I would like nothing more than to make love to her. She smiled and got up on her feet and stepped over my spread out and vulnerable body. She turned around and momentarily stared down at me with a satisfied smile. She said that she and her friends will be back in a while, then turned and left the room, leaving me to think about being tickled and the sexual enticement that will follow.


To be continued..........

20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby Jake » Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:13 am

No!
Please don't stop!
Do continue!

This could be my favourite TUG story ever :D It really does sound like an incredible experience and i'm glad you remember it quite well <3

Plus there's even gloves involved in this story :D Gloves are awesome ;)
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:25 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby milagros317 » Thu Apr 28, 2011 10:20 am

Wonderful continuation. Eager for the next installment. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Apr 30, 2011 3:22 am

Lucky guy!
Can't wait for the continuation.

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Mon May 02, 2011 10:39 am

Part 5 –

As I lay prone on the floor, I watched every step that Denise made as she walked away and through the door. She flicked the light switch off and closed the door behind her and I felt all alone. I turned my head up and stared up the darkness of the ceiling. At that particular moment, all I could think of was how turned on I was. I never felt so excited, stimulated, and aroused, and my cock was throbbing to the point of pain. But it dawned on me that this was what these four women wanted, especially Denise. In the darkness and unable to move, every minute seemed like an eternity. I tried pulling and tugging my arms and legs, but there was no slack and I was stretched out so tight that I couldn’t get any leverage. These women had me tied up better than I could have ever imagined.

I could hear their voices as they were talking in the next room, but the walls muffled what was being said and I couldn’t understand what they were saying. However the laughter was clearly undistinguishable. The laughter made my mind wander to thoughts of their intentions which actually scared me. It was about this moment when it dawned on me that I had no power or say so on what these four women wanted to do to me. After being left in the dark for about 20 minutes, the door opened up and I heard a voice saying “Hi”. And then the lights were turned on. The sudden brightness blinded me and my eyes were squinting. But as I regained my sight, Jenni was towering over me. She was standing next to my chest with her hands on her hips, staring down at me with a devious smile. She asked how I was doing and I told her I was OK and said that she and the others did a very thorough job of tying me up. She simply said “Good !! I’m glad that you approve” and her smile grew even larger.

Her eyes scanned over my body lying at her feet and saw that my erection had subsided. She stepped down beside my hips and started nudging and poking my cock through my underwear with the toe of her boot. Jenni teasingly said “Having trouble keeping it up?” She paused and then said “Well, I think that we’ll be able to do something about that,” and quietly laughed to herself. Before turning away to leave the room, Jenni asked if I wanted something to drink. I told her “please”, and she stepped over me and squatted down over me. Lifting a water bottle to my lips, she reached a hand behind my head and helped me raise my head enough where she could squirt some water into my mouth. She stood and looked down at me again and then stepped away to leave the room. She once again turned off the lights and closed the door. I heard hysterical laughter after she left me, which soon settled down and then there was silence. Again, I was left alone in the darkness to think about why I allowed myself to be put in this situation. I wanted to call out and ask the women to untie me, but I also didn’t want to “wimp out”. I really didn’t think that they were going to do me any harm, but I knew that I was in a very vulnerable position. I wondered why they hadn’t come back and what could they be doing. Alone in the dark and tied up, helpless, and barely able to even move, my mind was racing with frightful thoughts.

With the exception of the minute or so that Jennifer came to check on me, I had been tied in a spread eagle position, tightly stretched out on the floor for the past hour by four women that I barely knew. The door once again opened and the lights were switched on. The sudden brightness blinded me. Through my squinting eyes, I made out both Denise and Susan had entered the room. They both had devilish grins on their faces. When Susan stepped over my chest, she paused above me just enough to give me a view up her short skirt. Denise was standing next to me with her arms folded. Denise asked how I was doing and I told her I was fine. She said that Karen and Jenni were out having a smoke and they’ll be here in a few minutes. She then asked if I was ready to be tickled. Before I could even respond she bent down and knelled beside me. Susan moved between my legs and also got down on her knees.

Denise said I looked so cute all tied up like I was and I suddenly felt Susan’s hands rubbing my cock through my underwear. Needless to say, I started to quickly build an erection again. Denise watched my cock grow and stiffen. I asked her how come they haven’t been in earlier and she told me that they were drinking and talking and time just got away. Susan then added “we’ve been planning.” Denise then leaned over towards me and our lips met. Once again, she was “forcing” herself upon me, which was very enjoyable, but also extremely frustrating. At this point, I had completely forgotten why I had allowed myself to be tied up. The two women continued their torturous “tease” on their helpless captive making me more and more sexually excited and turned on. Denise barely allowed me to breath by kissing me deep and with more passion than I had ever experienced before. And the constant stimulation of Susan massaging my dick and balls with her hands left me wanting to immediately shoot off. But they purposely weren’t going to allow me that pleasure.

After a couple minutes of Denise’s passionate kissing and her hands wandering over my exposed stomach and chest, Karen and Jenni entered the room. This broke our lip-lock that I had with Denise and Susan immediately removed her hands from my groin. Both women stood and positioned themselves next to my chest. Karen stepped over me and straddled my left leg and Jenni stepped one foot over my right leg, straddling it also. Staring up at these four women who were surrounding me provided me an amazing sight of the female power that they had over me. I was tied up, turned on, and helplessly waiting to be tickled and tormented for their enjoyment. I felt my swollen balls being slightly tapped. I could only assume that it was Jenni taking advantage of my vulnerable male genitals that were exposed to her.

Will be continued......... I will be out of town until Thursday night and can not continue until then.....

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby Jake » Mon May 02, 2011 10:59 am

Beautiful continuation <3

I love the thought of a helpless man spread eagled and unable to prevent his captors deciding his fate :D
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 02, 2011 12:13 pm

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby radfahren » Wed May 04, 2011 12:59 pm

Please continue, I'm feeling teased just waiting for the next bit! :D

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Sat May 07, 2011 11:58 am

I aspologize for having to tell this story in segments. Sometimes, I have limited time to relate this story. This truly happened and was a mind-blowing experience that I will not soon forget. Once again, any quoted dialog is close to what was actually said, but not exact.

Part 6 –

The women were anxious and teasingly enjoyed the situation of having me under their control. I knew that that were definitely under the influence of a few alcoholic drinks, which made each of them less inhibited, talking louder, more brave, and less caring of my predicament, yet much more playful. Denise smiled down on me and asked the ladies “shall we start?” One of them said that I definitely look like I’m ready and they all knelled down.

Suddenly eight sets of hands and fingers attacked my ribs, chest, feet, and legs. I immediately jumped and screamed out in shock at the instantaneous attack on my exposed skin. I could hardly move and had no leverage but to barely squirm and twist my body in a desperate attempt to escape the assault upon me. I uncontrollably laughed and howled as my head shook from side to side. I could hear the women’s laughter and their voices teasing and tormenting me, but was not aware of what was being said. These women had just started with their tickling ordeal and I was already starting to regret what I agreed to. In less than a minute, I was screaming “NO, NO, STOP!!!”! But I was completely ignored as they seemed to dig deeper with their wiggling fingers over my body.

In just a few minutes, I was ready to concede and wanted to be released. My hardened cock was straining and aching for pleasure. I could feel someone occasionally brushing their hand over it and sometimes slapping it from side to side. As much as I was able to, I twisted and turned from side to side, but I was tied and stretched out too tight. The four ladies had me tied up all too well. The women continued tickling, laughing, and teasing me until the doorbell rang.

Suddenly they all stopped and sat back on their heels. Karen got up and stepped over me to see who was at the door. During this “unplanned” break, I was able to catch my breath. I didn’t realize how hard I was fighting and I was taking deep breaths, and the break was welcomed. Denise looked down at me and asked how I was doing. I looked up at her and, between breaths, said I was fine. Jenni leaned towards me and lightly pressed her hand on my cock and said “You’re a real squirmer” and the girls laughed. Susan started rubbing the palm of her hand over my chest and Denise did the same. A couple of minutes passed as we talked about the five or so minutes of tickling that I suffered through when Karen returned.

She walked in and stood between Susan and Jenni and had a somber look on her face. She said “I think we’re going to have to stop.” Denise asked why. Karen said because “he’s making too much noise.” She continued, “That was Rhonda and Bill from next door and they heard screams and yelling and wanted to check to make sure that we were OK.” “Oh Crap!!!! What did you tell them?”, Denise asked. Karen said that “We’ve got some friends over and there was a heated disagreement on something.” She said she apologized and we’ll keep it “down”. Denise looked down at me and said, “You can’t be quiet, can you?” “There’s no way”, I replied. Then I heard Susan say, “What if we gag him?” The women thought about it for a second and they agreed. Denise smiled down at me when I asked, “are you serious?”. She said, “sure, why not”, with a slight giggle in her tone.

Karen left the room to get a scarf or rag, or something. Meanwhile, Jennifer was still rubbing my cock and balls with the palm of her hand while Denise and Susan were massaging my chest with their hands. I obviously was maintaining my erection with their attention. The women were soothing my senses by softly talking to, but the frustration of being tied up in such a sexually stimulated situation was driving me absolutely nuts. Karen returned and gave the scarf to Susan. Between her and Denise, they quickly stuffed it in my mouth and tied it around my head. I didn’t even have time argue.

To make a long story short, the cleave gag was pointless. Although I couldn’t really speak, they could understand some words that I tried to talk. However, the gag was absolutely useless for muffling any screams or pleas from me. It was then suggested using duct tape. After removing the cleave gag, two strips of tape was slapped over my mouth, which initially seemed to be very effective. But even that proved to be pointless because my tongue kept sliding between my lips and pressing against the tape. In less than a minute, the tape became too wet to adhere to my lips and mouth. Karen, who really wasn’t in to my torment, said “I guess we better untie him”. Denise, Susan and Jenni seemed dispirited. But surprisingly Jenni said, “Wait, if we stuff his mouth with that scarf first, maybe that will hold the tape”. I could see the enthusiasm in Denise and Susan with the idea.

Denise’s eyes lit up as she got up on her feet and stepped over me. Taking Susan’s hand and said “”we’ll be right back”. Susan was confused, but also got up and followed Denise out of the room. Jenni got up saying that she needed to stretch her legs and stood opposite Karen. They continued with their verbal teasing and made crude and vulgar comments about my straining erection. Staring up at these women who had stripped me of all control, I felt totally powerless. My erection was throbbing and I tried to raise and lower my hips to ease the pain as much as I could, but they wouldn’t allow me comfort. I felt one of them place her foot down on my hip and press down firmly. Then my other hip also felt the same pressure pressing down, firmly holding my hips down and immobile. A few minutes later, Denise and Susan returned with playful, but sly, smiles on their faces.

I watched as Denise stepped over me and again got down on her knees, straddling my outstretched arm, and Susan knelt down next to my chest. I knew that they were up to something, but didn’t know just what it was. Denise said “we’re going to try taping your mouth again, but we have to put something in your mouth first.” Denise gave Karen the duct tape and asked to tear off a trip, which she did. Suddenly, Denise and Susan held their panties under my nose and I felt smothered by the smell of female juices. Apparently they left the room to remove their undergarments. I didn’t know if they were already turned on by having me tied up and from tickling me, or if they left to masturbate. Either way, their panties were soaking, almost dripping wet. After giving me a lingering smell and rubbing them into my nostrils, they both stuffed my mouth with the female soaked panties. I shook my head from side to side as much as I could, and with Karen and Jenni still pressing down on my hips with their feet, I succumbed to the suffocation of their female juices. A strip of duct tape was then slapped over my mouth and reinforced with another two strips. I had the persistent aroma of female juices with every breath I took, and their distinctive tastes being sucked, swallowed, and tasted. I could hear the four women laughing and saying comments and remarks, but was so engaged in my own situation that I couldn’t tell what was being said. I tried to talk, but all that came out were mmmffff, mmmffff.

To Be Continued...............

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Sat May 07, 2011 12:06 pm

If any females have read of my experience, I would enjoy reading their feedback, comments, and how they feel about what happened to me. Just curious.....this was a totally new and unexpected experience for me and wonder if other females would ever consider doing something like this to a guy. Thanks.........

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby Jake » Sat May 07, 2011 12:29 pm

Cor....th...w....aaaa......er..........

Nice one :D

Here's to having a wonderful time!
Cheers!
I'm all yours. Use any method of tying me up and I'll welcome it. Gag me however you wish. Blindfold me if you need to. Just don't hurt me! :D

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Mon May 09, 2011 10:51 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby milagros317 » Tue May 10, 2011 3:49 pm

Wonderful story! :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby kateknots » Wed May 11, 2011 12:19 pm

As a women who enjoys giving ruthless tickle torture I would say that I like your story a lot. The girls who are using you seem to have a playful nature that is really great It's just to bad they couldn't take you someplace where you could scream your ass off. It's always best when you can beg! :tickle:

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby roberto » Thu May 12, 2011 1:10 am

Thank you everybody for the encouraging comments.


Part 7 –

What started out as a night of dinner, drinks, reminiscing, and a likely sexual encounter, I found myself completely helpless to four women. With my consent, I allowed myself to be tied up in a vulnerable spread eagle position for the delight of these women. Don’t misunderstand: What I foresaw was reliving a childhood “test” that would ultimately be a pleasing experience for me.

But being bound, gagged, smelling and tasting the essence of females, as well as being highly turned on with a painful erection, I was in fear for what these women actually wanted to do. I asked myself if Denise and her friends were playing some kinky sexual game with me or if they had intentions of actually hurting me. I looked up at Denise and Susan knelling beside me, and then looked up at Jenni and Karen. All had big smiles on their faces. Denise then looked at me and said, “I guess we better get back to tickling you.” Karen and Jenni each removed their foot from my hips and once again knelt down at my feet. But before they started tickling me again, Denise said “we’re starting the clock again, so you’re going to get that full hour.” And then I heard “Ready………….Set……….Go”. And then they all started digging their fingernails over my stretched out body again.

Now that I was gagged, only muffled screams and hushed up laughter could be heard. Both of my feet were being toyed with. My soles were being scraped by sharp fingernails and I was trying in vain to pull and tug my legs to escape their relentless tickle. My ribs, underarms, chest, arms, neck, stomach….nothing was left that these women didn’t attack. I twisted and squirmed and struggled in a futile attempt to avoid the torment of my upper body. I tried to focus my mind from my feet and legs and to my upper body, but that quickly became impossible. Initially, I didn’t think that that my attackers would even me breathe. The women seemed to know when to let up a bit and start lightly dragging their finger4s and nails over me and then give me a vicious tickling for two or three minutes.

They continued this sequence over and over again, driving me absolutely insane. All I could hear was the girl’s laughter and encouragement of each other. I could feel the rope biting into my wrists and ankles even though they were protected with the gloves and towels. However there was no way for me to tell Denise or anyone that it was starting to hurt me. The women were all enjoying teasing, taunting, tickling, and arousing me. My erection had escaped from the confides of my underwear and I could feel it “bobbing” from side to side and straining for release of some kind of comfort. It seemed that my female tormentors were becoming more stimulated by the sight of my arousal also.

I had already lost all track of time, but I knew that I’d already been tickled beyond exhaustion. I could feel beads of sweat dripping off me and I would occasionally be wiped dry with a towel. Every so often, one or two of the women would stop to rest themselves and probably watch, while the others would torment me. But there was constant torture from the others. There was always at least one of the women who would be dancing their fingers against my exposed skin. I was never given one second of relief or opportunity to catch my breath. My continued muted pleas for mercy did no good as each of the women were determined to see me suffering in an unbearable sexual condition. What seemed like an eternity to me, my constant squirming and fighting must have stretched to ropes that held me down. The ladies stopped their torturous tickling, giving me a chance to take a deep breath. I heard one of them comment that “You’re a fighter”! Looking up at Denise, I saw her glaring down at me and jokingly say, “Yeah, you are, aren’t you! And we’re not even half way through with you”. A restrained deep sigh was barely audible with each deep exhale as I tried desperately to relax and calm down a little.

Laying helpless and exhausted in my spread eagle situation, the women holding me enslaved also regained their composure. Karen said that she was going out to have a smoke, so she and Jenni got up and left the room. Denise and Susan continually massaged my chest with the palm of their hands, giving me a temporary reprieve. But they would also lightly drag their fingernails over me giving me a light tickling and tantalized. It was just enough to make me giggle, harassed, and keep me in an excited state. They could see that the duct tape was slightly breaking free from my mouth. Susan tried to smooth it out some, but ultimately, they added two more strips to seal my mouth shut. They then went back to their light tickle and massaging. My moans and squirming were a mixture of pleasure and suffering.

Denise saw me thrashing my arms, as much as I could move them, and asked if I was OK. I let out a sigh. She thought for a second and Susan said, “I think he should be tied tighter”. She leaned over to the futon and untied the rope wrapped around the futon. Never letting go of the rope, she pulled out the slack, stretching my arm straight out. She then retied the rope securely. Denise then did the same with my other arm that was tied to the other leg of the futon. Meanwhile, Susan retied my legs, stretching them even tighter than I already was. My erection, which was knowingly being maintained by these women, was still adding to my frustration.

With Denise by above my head and Susan between my spread legs, Denise started wiggling her fingernails over my neck. Susan danced her fingers lightly on my feet and then up the tender insides of my legs. It was driving me nuts!! Suddenly, Susan dug in on the sensitive skin behind my knees as Denise continued with her soft tickle from my neck and over my chest, slowly working her way down to my navel. She probed my navel with her finger and tenderly tickling my tummy and then she dug deeply inside, sending shivers though my entire already stimulated cock. With Susan tickling my inner thighs and ball sack, Denise leaned forward and dragged her tongue along the exposed erection. Her knees straddled my head as she leaned forward over my body as if we were doing a 69. Susan’s fingers lightly dragged under, over, and around my ball sack, gently grasping my balls in her hand and carefully massaging them. A few slow and lengthy licks from Denise’s tongue and I was ever so close to exploding my load.

Suddenly, she raised her head up and rose up back to a kneeling position and I felt Susan release my balls, and knelt between my spread legs. They must have heard Karen and Susan, because a few seconds later, they reentered the room.

More to come.......

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby radfahren » Thu May 12, 2011 9:59 am

Fantastic continuation, I hope there's more soon :D

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby sarumansauron » Thu May 12, 2011 10:30 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: 20 Years Later - F+/m

Postby kateknots » Thu May 12, 2011 3:24 pm

I love they way they are dragging out your torture. I think I would verbally tease and abuse you more but thats just me!