## Now, it's her turn!

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 1:59 am

A couple of days after they had come home from his parentsâ€™ cabin, (for further information, see the â€œItâ€™s rainingâ€ topic) she was on her way over to him. She was dressed in a cotton/satin mix long-sleeved, pale-pink-and-white striped dress, which ended just above her sandal-clad feet. It was very tight from the waist up, but billowed out in the dress-part. The sleeves ended in what looked like fingerless gloves, and instead of buttons or a zipper, it was closed by lacing up the back. The knot was hidden by a wide silky waistband. Underneath, she was wearing a string-bikini. Her waist-long, blond, hair was held back in a pony tail by a long satin ribbon.
She knocked on the door, and when Wyatt opened, she was pleasantly surprised. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of minute shorts, his tanned, muscular torso just begging to be tickled. And she just happened to have the perfect nails for the job!
They went around the house, to the back-garden. On the way there, she couldnâ€™t help but poke him slightly in the side every chance she got. Every time she did, she was gratified by him yelping. â€œStop it,â€ he said laughing. â€œYou know Iâ€™m very ticklish!â€
â€œOh yes, I know. Thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m having so much fun poking you! Didnâ€™t you know I was born a sadist?â€ she said jokingly.
â€œNo, I didnâ€™t, but I do now,â€ he muttered.
In the garden were a couple of sun-beds and an inflatable pool. He lay on one of the sun-beds and invited her to lay on the other one. She took her dress off and sat on the edge of the bed, looking around, before unlacing her sandals and putting them beside her dress. When she did, she noticed two pairs of handcuffs, keys in the locks, under her bed. Careful not to bring any attention to what she was doing, she picked them up. She looked over at Wyatt, who was lying on his back, with his eyes closed. He had his hands above his head, right at the edge of the bed; his feet, slightly spread apart, were all the way down at the bottom. She slowly got up and walked over to him, and before he knew what was happening, she had his hands cuffed to the frame of the bed. Then she walked down to his feet and cuffed them to the bed, too. It wasnâ€™t all that hard to do, because he just lay there doing nothing, except looking at her. When she told him to lift up his head, he complied without a word. She took the ribbon out of her hair and used it as a blindfold.
â€˜Good,â€™ she thought, pleased with herself, â€™now he canâ€™t stare at me.â€™
She took a long blade of grass from the ground, and went down to his feet. She looked at his face, and thought she could see a slight grin in the corners of his mouth. â€œ
Iâ€™ll soon wipe that grin off your face, just you wait!â€ she snarled.
â€œOh, Iâ€™m SOOOO scared!â€ Wyatt said, pretending to be scared. Seconds later, he started wailing: â€œNo, stop! What are you doing?â€ as she started running the blade of grass up and down the soles of his feet. She kept it up, until it was all mashed up. Then she threw it away and started tickling him using her finger nails.
She let her fingers slowly wander as they pleased, up and down his legs, inside and out. Every now and again, they strolled up his sides, ribs and armpits. All this happened at random so he was never sure, where sheâ€™d tickle him next. She wasnâ€™t sure, so how could he have been expected too?
Suddenly, she noticed a bump in his shorts.
â€œWell,â€ she said, â€œhello there! Looks like someone wants to come and say hello! Well not this time Iâ€™m afraid, love.
She went into the house, giving him time to catch his breath. When she came back out, she had some ice-cubes in a glass. She didnâ€™t say anything, just jangled the glass, so heâ€™d know she had come back with some ice.
She put a couple in his shorts, snarling: â€œSo, mister! Now you know, what it feels like, having ice directly on your body,â€ referring to the time, when he had done the same to her. Ignoring his pleas for mercy, she took another ice cube and put it on his chest, and another, which she put in his belly-button. Then she peacefully sat back and watched them melt, creating small streams on his body.
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Wyatt9999 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:25 am

hehe nice work but I love being tickled and the most ticklish spot I have is my belly still love the story so far

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Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:52 am

I'm not done with this one yet. Patience, sir, patience!
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by xtc » Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:23 am

If he starts pressuring you, I have some associates who might be able to help!
X
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!
More by the same author: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=22729

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Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 5:53 am

Nah! It's OK for now. But I'll keep it in mind!
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 6:02 am

She was so mesmerized by the melting ice she wasnâ€™t paying attention to the world around her. Suddenly a hand was clamped over her mouth, and her body was held in a vicelike grip.
â€œWhat are you two doing?â€ a voice hissed in her ear. â€œDo you want the whole neighbourhood to see what you are doing? Unlock him from the bed, get dressed and come inside, this instant.â€ She looked around only to find Wyattâ€™s mother standing there.
She did as she was told, although she needed assistance to lace her dress. Once fully laced, the top-part was so rigid it squished her breasts.
Once they all were inside, Wyattâ€™s mother said something amazing. â€œPut the handcuffs back on him, and take him out to the car. The three of us are going for a ride.â€
They drove for almost an hour, before they came to an old, disused, barn. The three of them went inside, and the place was perfect. There were beams and posts everywhere. They immediately took Wyatt over to one of the posts, took the handcuffs and hung them on a nail high, but not uncomfortably so, off the ground, so he had to stand with his arms straight up. Then his mother left them. Before leaving, she said:â€Iâ€™ll be back every two hours, to see how youâ€™re doing, and if you want to go back home. Is that all right? â€ They both said it was.
When Wyattâ€™s mother had closed the door behind her, she looked around. â€œItâ€™s perfect! Being in here where no one can hear you scream, will make it all the more pleasurable for me to tickle you senseless.â€ With that, she turned her full attention to him.
She started poking him in the sides, but when she noticed he was even more ticklish on the stomach, she focused more and more of her attention to that area, but not forgetting the rest of the body. She moved silently around him breaking out in small bursts of tickling from time to time. Nothing continuous, just a tickle here and then, a few seconds later, another one there. As he was still blindfolded, he naturally couldnâ€™t see where the attacks were coming from, and the hay on the floor muffled most of her movements.
Wyattâ€™s mother, as promised, came back two hours later. She un-cuffed him and led him, still blindfolded, behind a tree so he could relieve himself. By then he had been tickle-tortured, for the best part of three hours, and he said heâ€™d had enough. For now, anyway.
Whazzzz up!.

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Post by Wyatt9999 » Wed Jun 08, 2011 12:09 pm

haha tickled for five hours that'd be my perfect day excellent work

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Post by Mike111 » Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:26 pm

Very good so far!! More please!

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Post by sarumansauron » Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:33 am

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