So where do I begin? To protect my identity, I’m not able to tell you which city my current employer transferred to and I cannot tell you my current employer. When I can tell you now, is that as a single man is in his early 40s, I was not necessarily thrilled to have to relocate and live in an apartment complex. The one upside was that my apartment overlooked the pool area I was fortunate enough to live on my own with several attractive, single women in their 40s and 50s.
I have always had a tickle fetish since I can remember. When I was a young child, I played neighborhood games and tried to change the rules to incorporate tickling. My poor next-door neighbor had to endure slow, deliberate and soft tickling every time I beat her at hide-and-go-seek. Occasionally, she would find me within the two minute time period and get to tickle me. However, more often than not, I would be the one to find her which would put me in the role of tickler and her as ticklee. As I got older, tickling became more of an obsession and I finally decided to take it to the next level.
When I first moved to my new apartment, I noticed a very attractive woman in her late 40s laying out by the pool in her bikini. She had red hair that went down past her shoulders and her freckled white skin glistened from her suntan lotion. Judging from the tattoo on her back, it looked like she had a little bit of a wild side but it was obvious by the way she dressed and with her hands and toes manicured, she was a professional by day and a little bit of a freak at night. I never had the opportunity to meet her but I was able to find out a little about her when a piece of mail was accidentally placed in my mailbox. https://x.imagefapusercontent.com/u/RedBeaverSoles/6334774/2145399090/2.JPG
Her name was Rachal and she lived alone in an apartment located in a different part of the building from me. The piece of mail that I received was confirming massage appointment that was coming up in a week or so. She had subscribed to a service where are a masseuse would make house calls. I finally decided that this would be my opportunity to live out a fantasy before I was deployed away to a new location.
To prepare for my fiendish plot, I called the massage service and canceled her appointment. I explained that I was Rachel’s assistant and that she had asked me to cancel her appointment because she had to go on a business trip. The person who took my call must have received several calls from her before because they immediately cancelled the appointment and said that they would mail her a reschedule notice. My next step, was to mail Rachel and explain that her normal masseuse was not available.
The day of her appointment finally arrived. I could barely contain myself as I walked over to her apartment carrying my massage table and my bag of ‘tools’. My heart was pounding as I knocked on her door. Rachel open the door wearing a silk bathrobe. I said “hello, you must be Rachel. My name is Steve and I will be your therapist today“. She welcomed me to the room and allowed me to get set up in her living room. I unfolded the massage table and set my bag under it. I told her to lay down flat on the table and after she did, I placed towels across her naked backside and begin to apply oil to her back.
As I proceeded with massage, it was hard for me to resist gliding my soft fingers on her sides. She’ll google little bit and I asked her “does that tickles too much?”
She replied “a little bit. But then again it does feel good. I always liked being tickled.” I could not believe my good luck. I continued with the massage as normal but I began to play out what would happen next.
About 20 minutes later, she was completely relaxed and nearly asleep. I used this as my opportunity to make my move. I reached into my bag and carefully and quietly removed a pair of steel handcuffs. With one hand massaging her lower neck, I used my other hand to place the handcuffs at the top of the massage table. Within less than two seconds, I was a able to snap one of the cuffs on her left wrist and then snap the other to her right wrist. I then locked the chain connecting the cuffs to a bolt under the massage table. Rachel awoke startled and asked “what are you doing????”
I whispered into her ear. “Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you. I am just going to find out where your tickle spots are.” Before she could yell ‘no’, I quickly placed a ball-gag on her so that her neighbors would not hear. She squirmed and struggled to free herself as I tickled her sides and worked my way up to her underarms. Her armpits were particularly ticklish and the lighter that I tickled them, the more she laughed and tried to desperately free herself. Her muted laugh was like music to my ears as I tickled her arms, back and began to move lower to her legs.
As an expert tickler with 30+years experience, I always found that the area behind the knees could be either a ticklish zone or an erogenous zone. In Rachel’s case, it was a little of both. When I lightly stroked behind her knees, she tried to kick me away while Ashe screamed and laughed. However, when I began to lightly kiss and lick the area, her mood changed immediately. I could hear her moan ‘mmmmm’ when I lightly suckled on the area and could tell by the gyration of her hips that she was beginning to enjoy it. I allowed her to enjoy this sensation for a few minutes before I resumed my ‘torture’. By sliding my fingers down to her bare feet.
Her feet were extremely ticklish and she violently tried to kick me away. I could tell that she genuinely was not enjoying it so I stopped and stepped away from her. Her beautiful gagged face and messed-up red hair made her look like she wanted more of the sensual tickling. I stepped away for a moment to get some more ‘tools’ from my bag. As I removed the vibrator, feathers, electric toothbrush and hairbrushes, her eyes widened with what I could not tell was excitement or fright. I placed them on the dresser next to her table so she could get a good view of what I was going to tickle her with next. The last item that I removed from the bag was my bear claw. This implement of ticklish destruction was a glove that had long, thin plastic nails for fingernails and was otherwise made completely out of a soft faux-fur. I could tell that her eyes fixated on the claw so I decided to use that first. I placed on the claw on my right hand and said “OK. Halftime is over”. https://voicewithinthecards.files.wordpress.com/2015/04/siberian-bear-claw-glove.jpg?w=300&h=225
I then rolled her over onto her back and kept the towel over her private areas. Before she could get out a muffled scream, I lightly glided the claw and its long plastic nails across her curvy, freckled white tummy. Her body tensed up immediately and she arched her back back and forth in vain as she attempted to separate herself from my claw. As I continued to tickler her with this, she laughed and squirmed around while begging me with her eyes to stop.
I then decided to give her underarms another go. Her hands remained handcuffed over her head while she lay helpless on her back with her armpits completely exposed. I removed the claw from her tummy and began to wiggle my clawed fingers as my hand slowly approached her right underarm. Her eyes widened as she shook her head silently pleading for me not to tickler her there. The fingers grew closer and I believe that the anticipation may have been worst than the actual moment when the plastic nails finally made contact with her underarm.
As my fingers tickled her armpit. She laughed and screamed as hard as she could through her gag. After a few seconds, her laughter grew less intense and her hips began gyrating again. Was she beginning to get aroused by this? I decided to see for myself if she was getting horny or if she was simply running out of energy to resist.
While continuing to gently stroke her armpit with my furry glove, I move my face over to her tummy and began to circle her cute, small innie bellybutton with the index finger of my ungloved hand. This caused the hip gyration to become more intense and a distinct ‘mmmmm’ could be heard from behind the ballgag. At that moment, I realized that she was getting turned on more and more from this experience. I move both hands to her sides and began to gently tickle her there while I gently kissed above and below her navel. The towel still covered her privates even though her hip gyrations almost appeared to try to remove the towel. I decided that I would torture her briefly one more time before releasing her.
I gently dipped my soft tounge inside of her bellybutton and that caused a reaction that I had ever seen before. She immediately laughed through the gag and sucked in her tummy in vain to avoid me rom containing to lick her there. With her eyes wide open with excitement & fear and her tummy sucked in as far as it could go, I could not resist licking her there even further. She violently wiggled and tried to shake me off. The 20 seconds that I licked her navel probably felt like an eternity so when I stopped, she relaxed and panted as if she had just run a marathon. I removed the gag from her an said “OK, our time is up.”
She looked into my eyes and said “Wait, don’t, I get a happy ending”. She then glanced down at the towel and. Knew immediately what she wanted. Without freeing her from her handcuffs, I slid down to her waist and placed her legs up on my shoulders. I lifted the towel up and began to lightly kiss her pussy. She was already completely wet from the ticklish massage that she had received and my young began to probe her the same way that I had probed her navel. Instead of laughing and struggling, her hips slowly moved in concert with my head as I licked above, below and around her. As she approached orgasm, her back arched up and her stomach muscles tightened. She began to moan so loud that I considered pacing the gag back on her as not to let the neighbors become aware of what was going on. With her legs on my shoulders, she suddenly squeezed as her body completely convulsed. i knew he had reached orgasm as soon a I hears the moan and her legs relaxed and fell by the wayside.
I released her from her handcuffs and she simply looked into my eyes and said “Same time next week?”