Ch. 5 The Traveling Tickler from the Bay
Tickle Man hit me on the app. He was coming into town for business for several days and was looking for a victim for tickle torture and edging. We had been talking quite a bit on the app for a year or so, as he comes to my area occasionally, and found my profile and pictures attractive. There are guys who are very into my "type." I'm over 6 feet tall, and a fit 250lbs, short cut brown hair. He is one of those guys
Up until now, circumstances hadn't lined up. This time, though, things aligned and we were able to set something up.
I was actually quite nervous about meeting him in his hotel room. I felt pretty comfortable that he was a good guy after all the messaging and had no doubt he was a legit player. However, I had never played with a pure tickle sadist before, and I really hoped I was up for it.
In my play with Mistress T over the last few years, she had discovered that she had a tickle fetish and had awoken that in me as well. I discovered getting tickled makes me super hot. After some sessions with her, I felt like I could take a lot. But this guy seemed like he was on a whole different level. Hence my nervousness.
It turned out he was staying in a hotel just a few miles from where I work, so we arranged to meet up at his hotel after work for tickle and edging fun.
We were to meet in the lobby, and I saw a tall, pleasant looking, bearded guy come out of the elevator. He looked exactly like the pictures on his profile, which is always a good thing. He gave me a friendly smile and a hug, and we sat on the couch in the lobby chatting for 10 minutes or so. Just small talk, both of us getting comfortable. He had a French accent which was not expected after our talking on the app.
We work in the same industry, so we talked some shop, and some other things to break the ice. Eventually I could tell he was ok with me, and he asked if I was ready.
With a gulp and a show of confidence I did not have, I said, "Let's do it!" We got up and he led me to the elevator. It's always a little nerve wracking letting some strange guy tie me up after only talking to them for 15 minutes. Even though nothing he was doing was making me uncomfortable, I was still nervous. Plus, though I had some tickle experience with my friend, Mistres T, I had no idea if I was prepared for what a serious tickle fetishist would do to me.
We got to his room, and he let me in. I asked to use the bathroom, and then joined him in the room proper.
He had a room with two beds, and one bed was already rigged with and under the mattress restraint system, with wrist, ankle and thigh cuffs. The cuffs lay open and beckoning...
Next too the bed was a blindfold and several implements for tickle torture. I gulped again as I counted off the baby oil, hairbrush, dog brush, paint brush, electric toothbrushes, and small plastic y shaped pieces that I would learn much more about later.
"Smart to get two beds" I said.
"Oh, yeah, my visitors tend to get a little sweaty." He said with a laugh.
He said "Since we've never played before, and I don't know what you can take, let's take it slow. Once you are strapped down, I will set a timer on my phone for 20 minutes. I will start out pretty light to feel out what you can take, but I won't stop for any reason until the time goes off. I will then ask you if you want another 20 minutes and if you want me to increase the intensity."
"That sounds like a good way to start!" I replied.
He gave me a cockeyed grin, "Then why are you still dressed? Strip down to your underwear and lay on the bed, please."
Acting before I could think better of it, I stripped down and got spread eagled on the bed. He made quick work of fastening the wrist and ankle cuffs and pulling them tight. Like always, that is my favorite moment. When the last cuff goes on, is tightened you realize you are stuck and there is no turning back.
"Oh my god I am going to have so much fun with those ribs and those pits! And those feet! Oh.." He was practically giddy, eyeing my exposed, and vulnerable body. "All that muscle won't do you much good now."
I knew this ride would last at least 20 minutes. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, spread wide,
He showed me a ball gag, grinning "I know you said you hate gags, but if you can't keep quiet enough, I won't hesitate to use this. Understand?"
Next, he put the thigh cuffs on, and walked around the bed pulling the restraining straps tighter and tighter until I was stretched tight and could really not move at all.
He made display of showing me his phone as he set the timer for 20 minutes, smiling evilly
"And...GO!" he said as he hit the button.
First, he swiftly pulled the blindfold over my eyes and that was the last thing I would see for a while. Then he made me wait, the anticipation of that first touch being worse then when it actually happens. I could hear him pacing slowly around the bed, then he would stop, and I would tense up, anticipating that first tickle, but then he would move on. Expertly building my anticipation, and so effectively demonstrating I was at his mercy.
Then, a fingernail went up my exposed sole. I jumped and squeaked. Then a light tickle on both soles, that slowly built in intensity as I tried to move my feet away. He was already laughing at me, and I was trying not to start howling, just from the light touch.
"Really?" He asked, I could hear the grin in his voice "I haven't even started!" He climbed on the bed and I could feel him straddle me at the waist. The faintest touch on my ribs, which caused me to squirm, but with almost no movement possible all I could was squeak. Then more waiting. The anticipation was killing me! Then suddenly both armpits were assaulted with fingers and then he worked his way up my ribs and then back to the pits. After the light touch, the sudden intensity took me by surprise and I let out a little howl, but still trying to keep the volume down.
He eased up and then his hands left me. "Ok, boy, I'll let you catch your breath for a minute."
I relaxed and sighed but then he said "PSYCHE!" and went right back at my armpits and ribs. I thrashed in my bonds and laughed and squeaked and then he stopped again. Hs hands went to my nipples and he started lightly brushing them with his fingertips as I thrashed my head around and tried to move them away.
He relented and got off the bed and I felt his hand wrap around my hard cock through my underwear. "Oh, you weren't kidding, tickling does make you hard!"
He stroked it through my underwear, and grabbed my balls, then, reaching into my underwear he gripped it and started stroking me. His other hand worked its way to my armpit and he mixed tickling with stroking. The sensations were confusing, but the stroking and the situation got me worked up very fast and I started thrusting into his hand, feeling an orgasm building. He instantly stopped.
He started a full body tickle, starting with the soles of my feet, he tickled his way all the way up my legs, looking for sensitive spots that made me squeal. My feet obviously provided satisfaction but then he found the backs of my knees. Then up my chest, ribs, stomach, nipples. Finally, up my neck and into the backs of my ears, which really made me lose it.
Then the alarm went off. I had made it through twenty minutes!
I heard him grab his phone. "Ok, decision time. 20 more minutes, and no more 'Mister Nice Guy'?" He asked.
My endorphins were going and I was in subby heaven, so I said, "Yes Please."
He just chuckled. I felt him undo the thigh cuffs and he pulled my underwear down to my knees and then redid them. "I don't think you need these anymore, do you?" he said, with an even more menacing tone then he had before. Uh oh.
Nex, he released one ankle at time and fully removed my last vestige of clothing, while making sure I was never event tempted to try to escape. Now I was stretched, helpless on full display for him. It was so deliciously humiliating. The underwear shouldn't make that much difference, but even so,..
He stroked me again, not to tease, he was really driving me towards cumming, and I started to thrust into him and breath as I felt the orgasm build. I knew he was going to stop, but my body betrayed me and I couldn't help it. Of course, he did stop and let go. My cock was throbbing and bouncing up and down with my heavy breathing.
"Now, let's get to those sexy, big feet!" He said, rubbing his hands up and down my exposed soles, while I tried, in vain, to pull them away. He spent a few minutes upping the intensity with his fingers, working a foot with each hand while I howled and thrashed. Then he stopped.
He took cords of some sort and ran them between my toes and tied them back to my ankles, so my feet were stretched and arched back. Now I couldn't even flex my toes and my soles were stretched. Next, he rubbed baby oil into them, I guess for less friction, and really attacked them. He spent several minutes relentlessly tickling my helpless feet without a break. I was practically hyperventilating before he stopped to let me catch my breath.
He used the hiatus from tickling to start slowly stroking my cock again, using a long down stroke with a hard squeeze at the bottom and a few circles on the head with this thumb before a slow upstroke. A few minutes of that I was desperately trying to thrust into his hand to get more. Again, I knew there was no chance he was going to let me cum, but my body couldn't help itself and my balls were aching terribly from the need for release.
He sped up and started stroking hard and fist, driving me to orgasm, and I started to feel the build. I had a faint hope that he was actually going to finish me off. Of course, he stopped in time. But before I could so much as moan in frustration, he attacked my ribs and armpits with a fury.
It was a vicious onslaught of tickle that went on and on. I struggled to somehow pull free and avoid those evil fingers, I was giggling and gasping and trying to say "no no no no no." He laughed and mocked me back with "No no no no? Oh, yes yes yes yes!"
I could barely breathe and was sweating like crazy, and he finally slowed down and said "Ok, I can tell you need a little break, buddy." His hands stopped and then he said "PSYCHE!" and attacked my ribs again with both hands.
I was ragged, really couldn't even say "no no no" anymore. There comes a time in session where you just give in. You are just resigned to the ordeal. It's a freeing moment of clarity, and it's also that moment that gets me really hard to think about later. You realize that you are truly tied up.
He finally relented for real, as my chest heaved and I gasped for breath. He slid himself down so he was straddling my legs. He gave my stomach a little tickle attention, but mostly went back to my cock and started stroking me again. He used a slow, relentless rhythm, really getting me hard and trying to thrust into him. But then he attacked and started taking me closer to cumming. Once again I felt it build, the rushing in my ears, the clenching that new I had an earth shattering orgasm just so close and...the alarm on his phone went off.
"Oh, that's too bad! Time is up" he was practically giggling, leaving me no doubt this was his plan and no accident of timing.
"Well, you have a choice to make, my friend. I can reset the timer for another 20 minutes, and maybe I will make you cum before that's over, or I can just let you go now and send you home hard and frustrated."
