Tied Down and Helpless
Published on Saturday, January 27, 2007
This illustrated story was submitted by Charlie with a little help from Tickle Man.

(To send Charlie an e-mail, click his name above to access his e-mail address.)
(To send Tickleman an e-mail, click his name above to access his profile, which includes his e-mail address.)

To read Tickleman's 1st story, click The Arrangement.

Webmaster's note: This story consists of two different perspectives as you will see below.
Names have been changed, of course, and certain dramatic license was taken to help
protect the identities of the actual people involved. However, the story itself is true.

It should also be pointed out that confirmed permission was given to Tickleman to
publish portions of his friend's messages, who as you will see, is a friend with benefits.

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When Tickleman got an e-mail from Charlie, enough time had passed between them that he didn't quite remember who Charlie was, but he was certainly intrigued by his message. It read in part, "Hi Tickleman. I doubt that you will remember me, but I sure remember you and your wife. I stop in every so often to see what new pictures Great Feet has, and I couldn't help but notice the controller and cord in a picture of Water Goddess that reminded me of an arrangement that we had to surprise, tease, and please your own wife so many years ago. Boy, did that bring back memories."

It had been quite a few years since Charlie had played with Tickleman's wife. As such, he sent an e-mail reply that read, "Hi Charlie. Are you the same Charlie who lives in Malibu, at least back in 2003, and who took some massage classes? Over the last few years I've chatted with a few people named Charlie."

When Charlie read Tickleman's message, he promptly typed out a reply. "No, not Malibu. I live in West Los Angeles. I met you through an ad that you had at the SwingLifeStyle site. You were going by Tickleman at that time ;-). I can't remember the exact year, but it was when you lived in West Hollywood. At that time, the controller and wire were attached to a Venus Butterfly, and that was attached to your beautiful wife. As I said, it brought back wonderful memories."

In response, in part Tickleman replied, "Refresh my memory about the time you came over. I'm kind of remembering you coming over when my wife was blindfolded, and tied down on our bed."

Charlies wrote back, "I remember the build up of waiting for the call (to my beeper, geez pre-cell phone) while I was sitting in a restaurant around the corner. It was exciting and scary at the same time. My beeper went off. The arrangement had been to come up the stairs, and come in the door on the left. It would be open. It was to be a surprise, as she did not know she would be having company. The bedroom was through a door immediately to the left. You had told me to undress in the living room, and come into the bedroom."

Thoughts of that night came rushing back to Tickleman as he read Charlie's message. His cock rose to the occasion, and he continued reading.

"As I cracked open the bedroom door, I could see candlelight flickering on the walls. On the floor was a mattress, and tied to it, face down, was the most perfect female body I had seen. I was shocked. I had expected her to be an average, or maybe even slightly overweight woman. Instead, there was this beautifully tanned and toned body spread eagled, and squirming as you tickled her with a feather duster. She had the venus butterfly buzzing away, and her ass was grinding as if she were fucking someone already. And it was a perfect ass! I was hard as a rock!"

Tickleman unzipped his jeans, and began rubbing his hard cock as he continued reading.

"I knelt down at her right foot, and you handed me a feather duster. I lightly brushed it across her foot, and it curled up in response, her toes scrunching up, and her sole wrinkling up into little ripples of flesh in response to the feathers. You started massaging her left foot. It took a second, but she seemed to hesitate as she realized you were using both hands, and yet someone was still tickling her right foot with the feather duster. She let out a little moan, and I could see her ass cheeks tighten, almost as if she'd had a mini-cum when she realized what she was in for ... (to be continued) ... Gotta run ..."

It was frustrating to Tickleman that Charlie had to run. He couldn't wait for Charlie's next installment. So he did his best to remember Charlie's visit, and beat off to thoughts of his wife being teased and pleased by him so naughtily. Tickleman climaxed easily, and then wrote a reply back to Charlie.

"Wow!" Tickleman wrote back. "Your description was a great reminder of that naughty evening, and it got me hard as a rock. I can hardly wait for you to continue with it, especially since it's coming from your point of view. As for my wife having a mini-cum when she realized what she was in for, I can say with knowing certainty that she did have a mini-cum. Often in kinky scenarios like these, she has a fair number of mini-orgasms before she finally climaxes with a big one. It's always fun to induce a series of forced orgasm from her until she can hardly take it any more, and her body is spent, most especially when she is tied and helpless, and unable to do anything about it."

As soon as Tickleman noticed Charlie's next reply, he quickly opened up the e-mail, and read his message. He loved reading about his wife's sexual ravishment from Charlie's perspective.

Charlie wrote, "Maybe it was the candle light that made me think she was tanned, but then again I think it was the bikini tan line that made me think of the old playboy centerfolds. The white untanned 'nobody  gets to see this part' of the body that so turned me on."

Tickleman's wife often kept herself nicely tanned, and she kept herself in great shape, too.

"Anyway, to continue," Charlie wrote. "I lifted her foot, but realized that since they were tied down I couldn't lift her foot to my mouth. Instead, I bowed my head down to meet her foot, lightly running my tongue in little circles around her heel. She again curled her toes, and I traced the outline of her arch in increasingly larger swirls with my tongue as I headed toward her wiggling toes."

"Supporting her foot with one hand, I started sucking on her toes while I ran my other hand down her leg, caressing  her calf.  Her toes alternately spread, and  closed tightly as I ran my tongue around them, forcing them open as if my tongue was a man's body spreading the legs of a resistant lover; one who is enjoying the sensations, but not quite sure she wants to go all the way. As I pushed and sucked, I could feel her resistance melting. Her toes eventually were spread wide open as if she was begging for it. Suddenly I could feel them tense up, almost spasming. I looked down at her ass, and the Venus butterfly, and as before, I saw her cheeks clinch, and realized she was again have a mini orgasm."

"I looked over, and you motioned to a bottle of massage oil. I reached over, poured some into my palm, and started to massage her foot. You leaned over and whispered, loud enough for her to hear, 'She's all yours. I am going to go in the other room. She is tied up and helpless. Do what you want to her.'"

"Of course we had talked earlier, and you had set some limits. But she didn't know that, and had no clue what I was going to do to her tied up and helpless body."

"I positioned myself between her legs, and started massaging my way up her legs to her squirming behind. I slipped a finger in under the Venus Butterfly, and felt how soaking wet she was. I pushed in another finger, and then pulled them both out dripping wet. She moaned. I licked her juices off my fingers, and continued to work my way up her body. I placed my hands on her waist, and then pulled back. My first instinct was to grab her hips, and pull her behind toward me. But I resisted that urge, and instead I tickled her, running my fingers as if playing a piano up and down her torso. She squirmed and let out a little laugh."

"I looked over at her hands, which were opening and closing as if struggling to get out of the scarfs that held her down. That gave me an idea. I worked my way around, as if to rub her shoulders better, but in the same movement accomplished my real goal. I brushed my rock hard cock  against her hand. It caught, and then snapped past her hand shaking back and forth for a split second like a giant metronome. It swung back and tapped her hand, which instinctively closed as if she were trying to grab it. She missed on that first grasp, but I of course moved back to position it within her reach. She wrapped her fingers around my cock, squeezing tight, as if to acknowledge that she knew what I wanted."

"Slowly she began to stroke my cock. As she reached the top, she ran her thumb over the tip, and felt the pre-cum that was covering the head. I heard a little 'mmmmm' escape from her lips as she slipped her thumb back and forth in my natural lubricant. She continued to stroke up an down, and with each stroke squeezed on the way up, pushing out another drop of clear slippery pre-cum. She kept rubbing her thumb in it, dwelling at the top, and spreading it around until the entire head was glistening."

"I leaned over and whispered in her ear, 'Do you want to taste it?'"

"I thought I heard a whispered 'Yes,' but I wasn't sure. But then in her position, she didn't have much choice. She did let go of my cock as I repositioned myself to place my cock against her face. I haven't mentioned it yet here, but she had a blindfold on, and wasn't able to see a thing. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her left check, and she turned her head toward it. At first she brushed her closed lips against it, as if resisting. I placed my hand behind her head, and pressed it lightly toward my cock. The tip was wet and slippery, and slipped across her lips. I felt her lips part ever so slightly, and felt the tip of her tongue dart out and lick it. At the same instant I instinctively clinched my muscles in my ass and groin, and another drop of pre-cum appeared just in time for the tip of her tongue to hit it. As her tongue darted back into her mouth, she let out another little 'mmmmm,' but her mouth remained closed. Then her tongue slipped out again, this time lingering out a little longer. She moved her head, and ran her tongue down the shaft."

"I continued to support her head, and realized I was grasping a handful of her hair as if I were controlling her, forcing her to lick my hard cock. I pressed her head harder against my cock each time she licked up toward the head. Finally I whispered 'Suck it. I promise I won't cum in your mouth.' I have to be honest here; I wasn't sure I could physically keep that promise, but I intended to do my best to not break it. But at that point my cock was beginning to ache, and I could feel the cum backed up in my testicles, waiting to burst out. Finally her lips parted, and she took my hard cock into her mouth, sucking and licking with each stroke. She continued to make little moaning sounds, although they were now muffled by my raging cock as I thrust in and out, and she moved her head to accept each thrust. As I was watching my cock slid in and out of her mouth I thought, 'damn she is good looking.' I hadn't really gotten a good look at her face because nearly the entire time it was pressed down into the mattress. This odd thought seemed to have helped distract me enough so that I didn't cum, but instead enjoyed the warm mouth and her skilled tongue."

"As I watched, the thought that I was having my cock sucked by a beautiful blond who was tied up and helpless while her husband was probably beating off in the other room, got to me. I could feel myself approaching the point of no return. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and stood up over her. The quick motion seemed to help, and I could feel the urge to cum receding. I reached down, and untied her feet. I twisted her onto her back. Her arms were still tied, and so they were now crossed over her head."

"Another wonderful sight! Her tits were milky white with perfect nipples that were hard, and begging to be sucked. She looked so helpless. I knelt down next to her, and started sucking and licking her breasts. At the same time I reached down, and pressed the still vibrating butterfly hard against her clit. She moaned, and I could feel her body shutter as she came again."

"I positioned myself between her legs, and started kissing around the butterfly. I found the fasteners as I was licking and sucking all around her pussy. With a few little twists, the butterfly was out of the way, and I was licking up her juices, thrusting my tongue as far up her wet hole as I could, and pulling out the juices while moving up to suck on her clit. Then I moved down to suck in her pussy lips as I separated them with my tongue while licking little circles around her clit. I started to suck on her clit, pressing my tongue as hard as I could while moving it in circles, and sucking in a pulsing rhythm. Suddenly I  felt her tense up and arch her back, pushing her pussy into my mouth, and I felt a gush of juices cover my chin as a wave of orgasm pulsed through her body, and she gasped out an expletive, and a long moaning groan."

"Since we had agreed ahead of time that there would be no fucking, on the first visit, I never intended to enter her. We had also agreed that there would be no anal sex. But I  desperately needed to put my cock somewhere warm so I could rub myself to an orgasm. I decided to turn her over on her stomach, and rub my cock between her ass checks until I came. I thought she wouldn't know what my intentions were, and may think that she had no control, and I was about to thrust my cock into her ass (not that I would have done that without prearranging it). When I turned her over, her legs where slightly spread, and I could see the juices and wet spot on the sheets. I thought I'd just lube up my cock in her juices, and use that between her cheeks. I grabbed my cock in my hand, spreading her legs with my knees, and rubbed the hard tip between her pussy lips, spreading them open. I rubbed the head against her clit, and up toward her wet and open pussy. She was sopping wet, and my cock was pulsing in my hand. I rubbed it up and down several times. She moaned and arched her ass up, pushing against me just as I was in the right (or wrong, depending how you look at it) spot."

"The throbbing head of my cock slipped into her. She gasped, and I couldn't help myself as I instinctively thrust forward to bury my full eight and a half inches of rock hard, and hot cock deep into her pussy. She gasped again, and thrust back hard against me. She pulled away, and I could see my cock covered with her juices as it slid out. Just as the head was about to come out, she thrust back again taking it all in and grinding against me, twisting her backside in a circular motion, and then pulling back again. I thrust back, pinning her against the bed. I knew I couldn't take on more thrust from her without filling her pussy with hot cum! I pressed her down hard, grabbing her wrists and whispering in her ear, 'Don't move!'  I squeezed my ass cheeks and groin muscles pumping my cock up. She felt it swell inside of her, and I could feel her tighten around me. I whispered, 'Don't move!'"

"I thought to myself, this is it, get control of yourself. You can't cum inside of her (by the way, I had had a vasectomy many years before this all happened, so pregnancy wasn't the concern). I thought about my promise. I wasn't even supposed to be in her! That helped me get myself under control. I was in control; not her, and you weren't in the room (or maybe you were by then. I wouldn't have noticed). I pushed myself up, and reached back, pulling her right leg up tucked under her. I positioned myself so my cock would hit her G-spot as I thrust in, and down into her. I pushed in slowly, and listened for a moan or gasp from her to let me know I had it the spot. When I had it, I sped up my pumping. She started moaning with each thrust. I was waiting for an indication that she was about to cum. She she was definitely sounding like she was enjoying it! Then suddenly I passed the point of no return! I thrust in one more time, driving deep into her, and then pulled out completely. My cock throbbed, and a thick stream of hot cum squirt onto her ass. Another throb, and it squirt onto the small of her back. One more good squirt added to that a puddle of cum, and I rolled off to the side. I moved up even with her and whispered in her ear, 'Thank you.'"

"She smiled and whispered back, 'Thank you!'"

"I said, 'Here, let me clean that up.' I grabbed a towel that was next to the mattress, wiped my cum off her ass, and the small puddle pooled in the small of her back. I looked up, and you were standing there smiling at us. Your hand was on your cock, and it was rock hard. I said, 'Fuck her. I want to watch.' You turned her over, put her feet on your shoulders, slipped your cock into her still throbbing pussy, turned your head toward her feet, and started thrusting into her as you licked her foot, but that's a whole other story. :-)"