## My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by onceuponatime » Tue Mar 13, 2012 4:11 pm

This is the first part of my recounting of the most intense bondage and tickling I have ever been on the receiving end of. I don't consider myself a very good writer by any means, so please bear with me if the perspective seems wonky or parts of the writing poor.
Part 1:
Inner Thigh Tickling
I am tied spread eagle to the bed, with no extra room to squirm or escape your tickling fingers, wearing only a small tight pair of underwear. Soft cuffs are above each of my knees and tied tightly to the sides of the bed, stretching out my thighs leaving me no way to close them or move them away from the tickling I am going to be made to endure. I am blindfolded securely so that I cannot anticipate your tickles, there is a ball gag locked tightly into my mouth so that I cannot plead with or convince you to let me out of this predicament. You are free to own me and torture me for as long as your are satisfied, enjoy my anguish and continue my punishment.
You are positioned in between my spread legs with both hands able to tickle, staring at my sensitive outstretched body. Starting with the bottoms of my feet working your way slowly up the insides of my legs you lightly touch and massage my skin, you ride the line between caressing and tickling keeping me on edge. I am not sure weather to enjoy the sensations happening or to fear what is sure to come. As you move further up my legs with both hands, passing my knees and getting closer to my sensitive and vulnerable inner thighs, I start feeling twinges of my ticklishness. My knees and legs spasm a bit, but are tied down so well I doubt you even notice.
I start inspecting my bondage, I cannot see and am forced to feel my outstretched arms and wrists immobilized and trapped. I can wiggle my upper body little, but from my waist down to my bare feet I am totally trapped. You have taken your time and care to secure each soft cuff to my wrists, ankles, and thighs, and tie off each end of rope to the metal frame of the bed working each tether as to leave no slack. This was initially my design, I fantasized and planned, figuring out just the right position to be tied down in, giving me no chance to escape or even temporarily relieve myself from your wicked touch. I even decided it would be necessary to deprive myself of witnessing your smile as you slowly hunt around my body inspecting me for vulnerable spots you can use against me. I knew that there was a chance I could get your attention and show you my pleading eyes, manipulating you into cutting my torture short. The same could go for my speech, I knew that being able to plead with you meant you couldn't fully explore your skill as my tickler, taking as much time as you need to put me through my ticklish agony.
I knew that this is what I wanted, what I craved on a very deep visceral level. I also knew that once I earned my freedom by existing in a state where all I could do was endure, be forced to endure, while the sheer terror of what was going on keeps thrusting itself into the very center of my consciousness, I...
I don't get the luxury of thinking these thoughts anymore, you have begun your work. All I may feel is the tips of your fingers as they dance against the most sensitive part of my anatomy. I have kept this a secret from you, all of the other times you have tied me down, had me helpless, you have largely ignored this part of me. And now that I have admitted this to you, that I have allowed you to continually overlook the most torturous experience you could put me through, I have to pay. You're not making any noise, all I can hear from you is the sound of your fingernails occasionally scratching slowly and deeply into my worst spots, you make time slow to a crawl, almost stop, as you take the most advantage of me.
Even though you aren't giggling like you usually do as I fight against my usual bonds yelling and pleading with you to let me go, I know your still smiling. But this is serious, this is a different level, you are so concentrated on putting me through this that there is no energy for playfulness. You have tied me down so well it has had an unintended consequence for me. Although my fight or flight response is fully engaged, and all my senses tell me to escape, I find myself unable to even fight against my new world. I am tied so well I cannot fight it, there is no room for struggling between my body and this cage, escaping, even for a fraction of a second is impossible, so I cannot. That energy, that part of my brain usually devoted towards struggling towards freedom has given up, there is no freedom. My whole being is now a prison, it is locked in a torture chamber, and I have no way of telling you. You are the outside world, and I have no way of signaling you for help. You are my only chance of escape. Yet you are putting me through this hell.
Part 2: (TBC)

### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by xtc » Wed Mar 14, 2012 1:55 am

Quite a stylish recounting. An original voice, you seem to have suvived the pitfalls in the path of first person, present tense narration.
Thank you for the compelling start.
I'll pm you.
Wassail!
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### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by sarumansauron » Wed Mar 14, 2012 9:19 pm

Great part 1! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by lolzintarnets » Sun Mar 18, 2012 10:12 am

It's a good story! But I can't tell, so I have to ask - are you male or female?

### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by Belowme » Mon Mar 19, 2012 1:21 pm

> lolzintarnets wrote:It's a good story! But I can't tell, so I have to ask - are you male or female?

I think the best draw to a story like this is that the gender neutrality leaves it to the readers imagination. There is wider appeal is in that, then designating a sex to the character. Best if it's not answered, if you ask me.

### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by lolzintarnets » Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:50 am

> Belowme wrote:

> > lolzintarnets wrote:It's a good story! But I can't tell, so I have to ask - are you male or female?

> I think the best draw to a story like this is that the gender neutrality leaves it to the readers imagination. There is wider appeal is in that, then designating a sex to the character. Best if it's not answered, if you ask me.

Fair enough, sir.

### Re: My Inner Thigh Tickling

Post by Sharklad » Sat May 12, 2012 8:23 am

Wow! This is really well written I must say, good job! I am waiting for the part 2.
If you scream, you shall be gagged, simple as that.