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This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website. You must obtain the author's permission prior to posting. It wasn't the force of the restraints that bothered her so much, nor was it the crude-looking rack made out of 2x4s that imprisoned her angelic form. I knew what scared her the most was the very thought of undergoing a long, grueling tickle session. She had never done this before, and being a 'tickle virgin,' she had no idea of what to expect.
I had waited a long time for this moment, and I already knew full well, even at this early stage, that it would be all I had anticipated. For me there was no turning back. Even aswhen sex wasn't a part of the picture, I fantasized about tickling girls. Then as I reached puberty, bondage and tickling became a powerful source of fantasy, accompanied by frequent hard-ons and two or three masturbation sessions per day. Call it role awareness or even a sadistic quirk. I get a charge out of the experience of power I wield, to make a woman giggle and writhe uncontrollably; not to mention the ability to drive her mad with sensations that hover on the edge of torture, and at the same time, drive her mad again with the pleasure of her orgasms.
Through the years, most of my relationships had ranged from one-night stands to casual month-long affairs, and since there were no emotional ties getting in the way, I had nothing to lose in trying to initiate tickling during sex. That is, until I met Julie. In fact, I could hardly keep my eyes off her. At 5' 8'', she had the classic 'barbie doll' figure -- slender body, long legs, tight round hips, and a mane of golden hair that fell loosely over her shoulders and down her back.
She was wearing a black blazer that day, with the hem of her skirt cut no less than six inches above the knee, and a slit up one side that gave my wandering eye a Tickled to orgasm stories glimpse of her upper thigh as she sat at Tickled to orgasm stories desk with her legs crossed. She wore no hosiery of any kind. She never did, as I recall, and certainly didn't need them with that smooth light almond complexion.
Finally, a pair of black high heels capped off a sexy, yet professional look that drew long, lusty stares from every male in the office as she walked by. I knew it was going to be a challenge to work under the same roof with such a distraction, but that was only the beginning.
The following Friday was 'casual dress day', and this time Julie came in wearing jeans and a white, sleeveless sweater top, the kind with wide armholes that drove me absolutely insane! You see, like most tickle lovers, I've always had this special, private fetish for women's underarms -- those silky curves, that ticklish flesh, the depth of pocket, the whole bit.
So the minute I saw Julie in that top, I became hopelessly obsessed. I HAD to find a way to get a closer look. It was an unusually slow Friday with Memorial Day weekend coming up, so later that afternoon, a few of us decided go around the office and replace some of the fluorescent lights above the cubicles. I made sure I got to Julie's desk first, then climbed the step stool and started fumbling with the light fixture, hoping that my act would get her attention. This one's giving me some trouble. Julie reached upward, stretching both arms as she did so, and began working her end of the bulb into its mount.
This gave me a wonderful view of the most beautifully smooth, hollowed armpits that I had ever seen. I watched them intently as she fumbled with the fixture, turning the bulb this way and that. She was so close, that I literally could have reached over and touched them. Then Julie caught my gaze before I could look away.
I was busted! But what surprised me was that she didn't seem to mind my looking at her. She just smiled and gave me that 'I Gotcha! I refused to let the moment get the best of me, so I smiled back, wondering if she really knew what I was staring at. For the next several Tickled to orgasm stories, we both flirted with each other, through eye contact and small talk until I finally asked her out. We eventually started dating seriously. In that time, I had tickled her briefly on many occasions, eliciting beautiful giggles from her before she pushed me away. But never had I revealed my deepest urge.
As I got to know Julie, the more my feelings for her began to change, to grow, and hers for me also. We even talked about taking our relationship to the next level. Yet I knew that I could never make such a commitment, without her knowing how much I longed to tickle her lovely form. It was not as if I'd never shared my passion with other women before. As I mentioned earlier, some indulged me a little, some not at all, but Julie was different. I cared about her a great deal, and I didn't want to take the chance on her thinking me strange. Nevertheless, one night I finally took the plunge and opened up to her.
It took dinner at my place, and three glasses of wine before I could finally drum up enough courage to speak about it.
I told her how tickling a woman was the most erotic thing to me, how laughter was an aphrodisiac, and of my fetish for each ticklish spot on the female body. I told her everything. How I'd dreamt of tickling her since that very first day I saw her.
How often I'd wanted to tie her down and tickle her until she screamed, tickle her to orgasm, and then make love to her!
After I was finished pouring out my heart and soul, I didn't know what to expect. A part of me felt at ease that I was no longer keeping secrets from her, but another part of me wanted to get up and run away and not face the rejection that might follow. When I finally looked at Julie, her blue eyes were filled with a glow I'd not seen before. I continued to promote the idea and did my best to allay any fears that she might have about my intentions. She gave me a guide to all of the most ticklish spots on the road map of her body, "feet.
The idea I had in mind for her required a different form of restraint, something much more erotic than simply tying her to the bed like I had done with other women. I went to the hardware store and purchased the materials I needed -- several 2x4s, large bolts, and some brass hooks. I picked a spot on my living room floor and began drilling holes into the boards and fastening them together with the bolts. When I was finished, I had built a rather crude, but very effective restraining rack, though it looked nothing like those table racks used in medieval dungeons.
This one had the 2x4s forming a box frame, about 5 ft. The sturdy contraption looked somewhat odd and out of place in my living room. Tickled to orgasm stories out beneath it, was a thick, black bearskin rug that I had purchased at a southwestern gift shop, with a pillow carefully positioned underneath it. This was the spot were my pretty captive would lie. The following week I began teasing Julie to get her into the proper mood for our 'session. She giggled and played along, and I could sense her nervous excitement growing as I drew her deeper into my fantasy.
When Saturday finally arrived, we started off the evening with a candlelit dinner and a bottle of wine at her favorite restaurant. Julie looked incredibly gorgeous that night in her black spaghetti strap dress.
I felt excited and restless when I first saw her. I was eager to take her home and indulge my fantasy, but I remained patient, allowing her time to relax. As we left the restaurant, I chose to walk behind her, watching the way her shoulders and hips moved, the way the heels she wore shaped her thighs and calves. It was already late when we got back to my place. I took her hand, and led her inside.
The house was dark as I motioned her into the living room. A votive candle I left sitting on the end table cast flickering shadows on the walls. Then Julie's eyes widened when she first saw the crude-looking, box-like structure sitting in the middle of the room.
The expression on her face was mixed with shock and intrigue. On several occasions, we had tried light bondage during our lovemaking, but nothing like this. I gave her a gentle kiss as a reassurance. She then took a few steps back, and slowly, pushed the straps down over her bare shoulders. Tickled to orgasm stories heart began to beat faster as she shimmied her body out of the thin garment, stepped out of it, and casually kicked her heels off. Then with a final maneuver that seemed intentionally seductive in its display, she held the dress off to the side and let it drop dejectedly to the floor.
Very nice, indeed," I teased her, "you won't be needing that bra tonight either, and remove those panties, too. Her breasts were not very large, but they had the round youthful appearance of an eighteen year old. The sudden rush of air made her nipples stand out in dynamic display as she stood silently before me in the candlelight.Tickled to orgasm stories
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