## Messing about with Daniel

Post by Jessie » Mon Jan 13, 2014 8:52 am

I’ve known Daniel for a while now. We’ve been acquainted for about six years, but it’s only in the last year I’ve been a lot closer to him. He’s around six feet or just under, with browny blonde hair (yay description), blue eyes, and tanned skin. I find him really cute.
He’s also discovered my ticklishness over the last few months, and is always poking my sides or giving my ribs quick tickles. I’ve tried to tickle him back, but to no avail. Sometimes I can make him twitch by digging my hands into his sides, but I never get much of a reaction. Daniel says he used to be really ticklish, but grew out of it. I remember once about five years ago a lot of us were messing about at a sort of Christmas party at a friend’s house, and this guy sat on Daniel’s legs and tickled his socked feet whilst he laughed helplessly. So cute.
Anyway, I’d been wanting to tie Daniel up for a while and probably probe him for ticklish spots. Because ticklish guys are cute, and it gives me an excuse to run my hands over his body. A couple of weekends ago I was at his, and we were messing about on his bed. He’d been poking me and making me giggle, so I decided to put the question out there.
“You know, I’m sure you must be ticklish somewhere. And I bet I can find out where”.
Daniel smiled at me. “Sure Jess, because tickling me has always worked before”.
“No harm in trying then!” I replied with a smile. “Come on, let me have a go. If I don’t make you laugh you can tickle me all you like”.
He laughed at me. “Sure, I guess that’s fair. I’ll just lie back then”. Daniel stretched out on his bed. His top lifting up slightly revealing his tanned stomach. Fyi, Daniel was wearing a blue t-shirt, tan shorts, and grey socks. I had on black tights and a black skirt, and a cream blouse.
“One second,” I told him. As if I would just tickle him unrestrained. Being the sadist I am I wanted him tied up and at my complete mercy. I saw he had a brown leather belt dangling over the edge of the chair in his room, and I walked over to retrieve it.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he asked as I returned with the belt, and tried to roll him over so I could restrain his hands behind his back.
“Umm, well you’re clearly incredibly ticklish, so I need to make sure you’re restrained so you don’t hit me when you’re squirming,” I said smiling at him as cutely as I could manage.
“Fineee,” he said rolling his eyes, before adding a moment later and making my heart flutter, “but when I don’t laugh I get to do the same to you”. Win-win situation, either I get to tickle him to death, or I get tied and tickled by him, and whilst I’d never tell him, I do love being tickled by him and have been wanting a prolonged session of it.
I looped the belt around his wrists, then pulled the end tightly in between a few times, before tying both ends in a sort of knot that utilised the belt buckle and holes.
“Now for your ankles,” I told him.
“Really Jess?” he asked slightly exasperated.
“Mmhmm”. I walked over to his open wardrobe and found another belt, this one of a much darker leather. I placed his legs across my lap and did the belt up tightly around his ankles, looping the excess material inbetween his legs.
“So,” I said, playfully scratching his heel to no affect, “ready to laugh?”
“Whatever Jessie,” he replied. I stuck my tongue out at him and repositioned myself so that I was sitting on the backs of his legs. I began by running my nails along his feet, scratching the fabric of his socks. Whilst the toes of his left foot curled slightly I got no real reaction. I tickled his heels, his instep, and between his toes, but got no reaction.
“Grrr,” I said outloud (we often growl at each other, not sure why), I’m taking your socks off.
“Don’t take my socks off,” he said, trying to pull away from beneath me.
“Problem with that?” I said mischievously, slipping them off his feet with ease. I started running my nails up the soles of his fairly soft feet, and action that if performed on me would have had be in stitches. But still nothing.
“Oh come on, nothing?” I said a bit annoyed now.
“I told you, I’m not ticklish,” he said again.
“Roll over,” I commanded, and he complied, so I straddled his hips. It was kinda hot, especially with him tied. Part of my mind was telling me to do other things besides tickling, but I didn’t dare.
“Right then,” I said, flexing my fingers, before plunging them into his ribcage without warning. Daniel gave a little yelp, but if it was from ticklishness he managed to hold in any further sounds as I probed his ribs. I glared at him as I moved down to his stomach, lightly tickling at first, and digging in shortly after. To my delight he began grinning, letting slip the occasional cute giggle.
“Ooh, laugh for me,” I goaded, whilst he started squirming slightly, and he could hear his restrained hands moving about, maybe scratching at the bed or the belt. His giggling increased the harder I clawed at his stomach, and my knots held because he remained helpless below me. I must have hit a spot or his will broke, and he began laughing helplessly, throwing his head back as I teased his tended stomach muscles without mercy, giggling myself a little at his reaction.
I kept up the assault for a several minutes whilst he laughed. He may have tried to say something but it was hard to tell. I decided not to prolong it too much however, so as to avoid weirding him out or killing him… lol.
“You’re wicked,” he said after catching his breath.
I grinned. “Well you’re officially ticklish, even if it’s only that one spot”.
“Grrr, well untie me now, the belt is a little sore”.
“Oh sorry,” I said, “hang on”. It took me a couple of minutes to undo the belt on his hands, although in the meantime he’d managed to wiggle/kick his feet out from the one restraining his ankles.
“Right!” he said as his hands slipped free, He pushed my onto my back, lay on one of my arms and held the other above my head with his hand at my wrist.
“Hey come on now!” I said, “you laughed, so you don’t get to bully me”.
“Tough,” he said, and for the next few minutes Daniel’s free hand fluttered along my sides, waist, and tummy, making me laugh and squirm hysterically.
Overall twas a pretty fun afternoon  I’m waiting the next chance I get to torture his tender tummy again
Tying, taunting and tickling Yaaaaay!

### Re: Messing about with Daniel

Post by wrapmetightly » Tue Jan 14, 2014 4:51 pm

Great story. Tying and tickling go so well together.

### Re: Messing about with Daniel

Post by bondagefreak » Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:15 pm

Loved reading this! Fun and well written!
Keep it up!

### Re: Messing about with Daniel

Post by tony2 » Wed Feb 12, 2014 3:53 am

cute - never bet your giggles on a sure thing, eh???
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