Tickle Torture & The Morning After
(Published on Thursday, October 3, 2002)
This story was submitted by AshDutschke@aol.com.

Editor's Note: The author here has confirmed two different e-mail addresses
with us, so don't get too confused about it. How many of use use more than one
e-mail address, right?  Obviously Ashley uses both lopsey15@hotmail.com
and AshDutschke@aol.com, so have fun with your e-mail replies to her. 

Hello again. I've gotton so many great responses from my previous story (After Dinner Dessert), that I thought I would submit this one which happend a little over 2 weeks ago.

Brandon came over one night, and we had a little dinner, and laid together on the sofa to watch a little TV and have some mutual "foot fun" (the idea was somewhat of a request that I was mailed earlier in the previous weeks.) Laying there in his arms,  I remembered an email a guy sent to me about tickling and seeing how long each of us could endure it.

I told Brandon and he was like, "Cool idea. I'll run out to the garage and get some duct tape!"

"Alright" And I waited. 5 minutes later, here he comes strolling inside with rope, duct tape, a fork, and a feather. "Looks exciting!" I said.

Brandon just smiled and told me to take off my socks, jeans, and shirt. I did so, and was left there, in just my panties and bra. I then told him to do the same. "Strip to your boxers!" I said.

He did so, and we sat on the floor, deciding who should go 1st. I obviously thought he should, and he thought I should, so I said, "Babe why don't we just flip a coin or something?"

He went and got a quarter. I was heads, Brandon- tails. He flipped high up in the air, and it landed on tails. "HA HA HA!!!" I said, and I started to tie him up, 1st his wrists, and then I tied his ankles together to his wrists and put duct tape over his mouth. It was great, Brandon was my slave. I immediately attacked his baby soft soles as he bucked up and down trying to get away from my ticklish fingers. I was running my nails up and down his soles and in between his cute toes. This was driving him insane, and was doing an number on me as well.

I was getting soooo wet,  his tickle torture went on for about 5-7 minutes when I decided to give him a break, and massaged his feet and sucked his tender toes, which lasted about 5 minutes. Then back to tickling! My mound was heaving and I was now soaking wet. I tickled his poor feet for another 20 minutes until he started shaking, and I stopped and untied him to see if he was alright. He was fine, but his cock on the other hand was not. It was in desperate need of my feet's attention. I wrapped my toes around his huge erection and stroked lighlty, about 3-4 times, and he exploded all over my toes all the way up to the calf of my leg. I was like, "WOW, he's never came this quickly before," but I was beginning to like this new change.

After Brandon rested for a while, he tied me up the same way I did him, and he got up and got something. I didnt know what it was because he had me blindfolded. He came back, and used an ice cube on my feet. He slid it between my toes, up and down my soft arches, then licked all the water off as he sucked each one of my toes, and licked my whole foot clean until it was soaked in his saliva. I was getting sooo horney. Then I felt his stick once again, rock hard cock between my feet and started fucking my feet. This was going great until he stopped and aggressively began tickling my feet, both at the same time.

I'm now screaming through my duct tape. Then he stops as abruptly as he started. And I feel something sharp, 4 prongs sliding up and down my soles, when the thought hit me, "He's using the fork!"

"Ah hell no- NOT FAIR!" I halfway protestingly yelled through my bondage.

He said, "Awww, too bad baby. It's my turn now. You did what you wanted to me, and now it is MY turn!!!"

I'm now whimpering as he's sticking my poor helpless feet and tickling the hell out of them with that darned fork. I was now thinking, "Bad idea?" Oh well I was still loving it, but regreting it at the same time. He is killing me with this tickling. Im thrashing and bucking up and down, until I almost make myself sick. He kept up this intense torture up for a good 20-25 minutes until I passed out.

When I woke up I was laying on he bed covered up with one of Brandon's t shirts on. I could feet the rope marks on my skin. They hurt. I called out to see if he was still there. He walked into the room and asked how I felt.

"Fine, but I need a foot massage," I tld him.

He gladly complied and got to the foot of the bed and began massaging the rope burns on my skin, and kissng my toes. I now had my fingers inside me massaging my clit as Brandon did a number on my feet. He was now sucking my toes and licking my arches and chewing on my heel, as my other foot found its way inside his boxers.

I couldnt take anymore of this. I wanted his feet. I told him so, and I took off my panties and stuck his foot inside of my pussy lips, massaging my clit with his soft toes. I had his other foot in my hands licking every inch on his succulent feet. I was bobbing up and down on his delicious toes, while his tongue worked skillfully on mine, and his other sexy foot, fingering my clit, was driving me crazy. We kept it up until we both came, and fucked the rest of the day away. We played footsie from time to time with mee enjoying his beautiful cock and feet. That was a great day. 

Hope you enjoyed my true story. Any requests or comments, you can reach me at AshDutschke@aol.com.