TICKLEPARTY
I think I mentioned that I have a friend who is into the BDSM scene and that's how I know about tickle parties. Don't understand the attraction, but hey, to each his or her own kink!
Tickle on!
It was a stupid bet in the first place. Easy to say now, but at the time I didn't think Leesa had a chance. I know now that it was a setup. We were hanging out at McCain's with a bunch of folks I played softball with, and she was there with her latest girlfriend who played for the Ball Breakers, the team we had just beat. My team was the Riverdawgs, and we were consistently near the top of the rankings. Leesa's girlfriend Heather actually was the pitcher for the BallBreakers and they had won the league championship last year.
I'm Dennis, your typical red blooded American male that likes to play sports, drink beer and chase women. Not that I'm great at the sports or chasing women, but I have had my successes. I play 3
rd
base for the for the Dawgs and sometimes shortstop.
Anyway, we were celebrating and talking smack, as ball players do when I got into a game of darts with Leesa. She and I go way back, like to our high school days, when I had the hots for her, and she consistently turned me down when I would ask her out. I couldn't understand why, because in school we were really friendly, and everyone sort of thought we should be a couple.
Then one day she sat me down and explained that she just wasn't attracted to me, or any guys for that matter. I still didn't get it and said, "Well, maybe when you go off to college, you'll find some guy you're interested in."
Leesa took a deep breath and said, "No, it's not that, I'm gay." And looked at me with apprehension. This was back when being gay was NOT cool. We had always been friends, so I'm sure she feared how I would react.
"Oh." I didn't know what else to say. "So, it's not me. Or it is, but not me personally."
She nodded. "Actually, I would like to hang out with you and do things with you, because I like you, just not as your girlfriend."
"Okay." Somehow, I just didn't care that Leesa was gay, and I wasn't going to care what people thought; we were friends and that's how friends should be.
But back to McCain's. Heather came over to watch as I crushed Leesa at darts. I asked her if she threw darts. "Not very often, and not very well."
We played a game, and I beat her handily. "Looks like you owe me a beer!"
That's when Leesa said, "why don't you play double or nothing, but you have to play left-handed to even things out."
I thought I could still kick ass, so I said, "sure. Are we playing for another round?"
Leesa looked at me for a second and said, "I'll tell you what, you win, I'll give you a hand job."
Whoa! Maybe it was the beer, but I thought, hmmm. "Make it a Blow Job and you have a bet!"
Then she said, "But if Heather wins, you must come with me to the tickle party. And you must wear a cock cage!"
An aside here. Leesa was into mild BDSM and had told me about this tickle party she would go to every month. The main attraction was people would strip and lay down on a bed or cot and get tickled for the intense sensations. I guess some people got off on that, but I couldn't see what the attraction was. There was a dungeon where you could go 'play' with someone and get your kink on, and sometimes people would go to one of the bedrooms to do whatever. She had told me about it and even asked me to go, but I just wasn't interested.
Again, it must have been the beer because I agreed. And then Heather stepped up to throw and threw left-handed.
"Hey, you don't have to throw lefty, that was just me so it would be fairer for you."
"Oh sweety, that's okay, because not only am I Bi, but I'm also ambi-dextrous!"
You can see where this is going. Yes, Heather kicked my butt, turns out she's naturally left-handed, but was pitching softball right-handed. I never knew...
So, there we were Saturday, a few weeks later and Leesa, Heather and I were going to the tickle party. She had bought a cock cage and handed me the brown paper bag.
I looked in and was surprised at how small it looked.
"Don't worry, it will fit. I'll even cut you some slack, you can put it on when we get there, even though I should make you put it on now."
"Gee, don't do me any favors."
We walked in the door and the party was already hopping. There was at least a dozen or more people there, and from the sounds of splashing in the pool out back, another dozen.
What caught my attention, however, was the cot in the middle of the living room. Already some brunette chick was lying there, her wrists and ankles bound, as this middle-aged guy was gently running his fingers over her body and an older woman was tickling her ribs. Another woman was tickling her with a feather on her feet. The brunette was writhing and twitching, but did not seem like it was unpleasant.
A woman came up to us and greeted Leesa. "Hey, glad you could make it. Who's the cutey you brought?"
"Dennis, this is Pam, she's our hostess with the moistest! HA, ha."
"Hi Pam."
"Well, welcome, have fun and enjoy." Pam walked off to greet someone else just coming in.
Leesa saw me watching the tickling and pointed down the hall. "There's a bathroom, go there and get caged, now!"
Shit, now my cock was betraying me and starting to get hard, how the hell am I going to get this on? I fumbled around with the parts of the cock cage and finally got it in place. I put the little brass lock on and clicked it shut. Walking back out to Leesa, she held out her hand.
"Key!" She snickered and said, "There, that's not so bad, is it?"
I handed her the key, and she dropped it in her purse.
I just turned and looked at what was going on with the rest of the party. Truthfully, other than the tickling scene in the living room, it was pretty much like any other party I'd ever been to. Eating, drinking, conversation, and it looked like everyone was having fun in the pool.
I started to relax and mingle. Wandering downstairs was the family room and a couple of people were snuggled up getting a little amorous, but nothing you wouldn't see on a park bench.
One couple stopped making out and the guy said, "Hi, I'm Travis, this your first party?"
"Yeah, I, um, I'm here with Leesa, she's an old friend."
"Well, this is Tanja."
"Hi!"
"And if you want to play in the dungeon, it's just down that hallway there, but I think Britany's there now with her sub. You'll have to see if the door is closed."
"Um, okay, thanks, nice to meet you."
I walked down the hallway and saw the door was closed and then I heard what sounded like a loud crack, followed by a grunt. And another, and another... What the hell?
Well, Leesa did say there were some folks into pain.
I went back upstairs and found Leesa. She was talking with Heather who had just arrived.
"Well, look who's here, got your cage on?" said Heather as she reached down and patted my crotch.
I flinched and sort of bent over a little.
"Oooo, I'll bet you can't wait to get that off.
"Okay, I came to the party, when can we leave?"
Leesa chuckled, "Oh honey, the night is young and there is so much fun to be had!"
We walked around and mingled, talking to some folks here and I realized that everyone was pretty normal looking. I mean sure, there were some folks with gauged ears and streaks of color in their hair, but nothing more than what you'd see in any suburban neighborhood.
I relaxed, and started having a good time, and then I heard a commotion in the living room, and someone yelled, "Tish is here!"
Everyone whooped and yelled, and I wondered what the fuss was about.
Evidently Tish was the life of the party or something like that. I didn't see what the big deal was. She was the epitome of average; five foot four, dirty brown hair in a loose ponytail, light brown eyes. Not skinny, not overweight, just nicely curved. She was wearing a blouse that could have been work approved, jeans that fit nicely, and 3-inch black heels. Okay, now that's sexy. I've always been a sucker for heels.
That's when this woman came up to Leesa and hugged her. "You came, and..." she bent her head down and looked over her glasses at Leesa with the unspoken question mark look and glanced at me.
"Yes." Said Leesa. "Here, let me introduce you. Dennis, this is Tish, one of my dearest friends in the 'scene'. Tish, Dennis."
"Well, Leesa wasn't kidding when she said you'd be here. I had my doubts. These parties aren't everyone's cup of... 'tea'."
We mingled for a few more minutes, and then Leesa came up and said, "You're next on the cot. Strip down now!"
"Uh, I don't think I want to. Can we just watch?"
Leesa glared at me. What was this? She's pissed at me now?
"Look, you won the bet, I'm wearing the stupid cock cage. There was nothing that said I had to be on display for everyone."
Leesa took me by the arm and said, "Come with me." She pulled me around the corner away from the crowded living room.
"Okay, I'll admit I sort of set you up with the bet, but I also remember one night when you got, let's say, a little drunk and talkative and spilled some of your inner desires."
I thought back to several months earlier and knew exactly what she was referring to. I had wondered what it was like for a woman to be gang-banged, and what would women do to a guy if he was the bangee.
Uh-oh.
"Yeah, that night, that convo." She looked at me and smirked.
"I had to find some way to get you to come to one of these parties and if you just follow my lead, I think you'll be glad."