My First Story
Prince Tickle
edition of The MTJ. Please let me know what you think. If enough of
you like it, maybe I'll post more.
Standard Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy. All characters and
locations are fictional. This story is intended for entertainment and
the situations and attitudes contained therein are not to be construed
as acceptable in real life.
THE TICKLING GAME
by Prince Tickle
Although Paul Davis was a very wealthy man, he could never be
considered greedy or
tight-fisted. His open handed generosity allowed Carsonville to have
many services not normally to be had outside of larger cities. He
endowed the arts and education as well as helping the poor and even
the not so poor to fulfil their needs and wants. Visitors frequently
commented on how clean the town was and how happy the people seemed to
be. Everyone in the community loved Mr. Davis and looked on him as
the father of the community though he held no political office. If he
had some unusual tastes, they thought, wealthy people often do. As
long as no one got hurt and everyone benefited, who were they to deny
him his eccentricities? Besides, to judge by the laughter, everyone
seemed to be having fun...
*****
As Paul Davis hung up with the contractor who was building a
children's wing onto the
City library, he looked out of the front window and noticed eighteen
year old Rebecca Taylor
coming up the hill from town. Rebecca, with her incredible smiles and
petite figure, was one of Paul's favorites, /Of course they're all my
favorites./ he thought with a smile.
He opened the front door just as Rebecca was coming up the front
walk She was wearing
a denim skirt with a pastel blouse and sandals.
"Hi, Becca!" Paul called.
"Hi, Mr. Davis!" she replied
Paul held the door wide, "Come on in. Could I get you something
to drink?"
"Sure, lemonade if you have some."
He seated the young girl at the kitchen table and went to prepare
the lemonade. As he
poured for the both of them, he admired her. He was always slightly
startled at how beautiful she was. She had matured in the last couple
of years from the tomboy that he used to know, just now blossoming
into the beautiful woman she would soon be.
"So, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Paul asked as he
served the lemonade and
sat down across the table from her.
"Well, I need some help Mr. Davis." she answered taking a sip.
"You see, Mr.
Jefferson's transmission went out and he doesn't have the money to get
it fixed." Becca sounded
worried. She was always concerned about her neighbors' well being.
"That sounds expensive." Paul commented.
"Mr. Jefferson says that it will cost nearly a thousand dollars
and if he doesn't get it fixed
right away, he could lose his job. That's why I want to help him, if
I can."
"That much? And how can I be of assistance in this noble
venture?"
"I was hoping that I could earn some money from you to give to
Mr. Jefferson." Becca
answered with a hopeful smile.
"What did you have in mind to earn that much money?" Mr. Davis
asked with a touch of
anticipation.
"I'd like to play 'The Tickle Game', that is if you have the
time." she said this last with a
grin- they both knew he always had time for his favorite game.
"For a thousand dollars?" he asked.
"Well, that's how much he needs." Becca said with a pleadingly
winsome smile.
"Besides it'll be worth it, I feel very ticklish today."
"O.K. Becca, but only because it's you." Paul relented. "We will
still have to go over the
rules, though."
"Thank you Mr. Davis!" Becca squealed. "I knew you would
understand." She came
around the table to give him a big hug.
"Your welcome Rebecca." he relied solemnly. "Are you ready to go
over the questions
and the rules then?" It was a formality as Rebecca had been there
many times before, but it was
one that he always insisted on.
"I'm ready Mr. Davis."
Paul reached over to turn on the tape recorder, then he turned
back to Rebecca and said, "Do you attest that you are here of your
own free will?"
"Of course," she said with a smile.
"No one made you come?"
"No."
"O. K. Rebecca, please repeat the rules of 'The Tickle Game'."
"Yes sir." Becca said and then quoted, "The rules of 'The
Tickling Game' are:
1) You will tickle me for one hour.
2) You may tickle me anywhere.
3) I may stop the tickling at any time for five
minutes by saying, 'stop'.
4) The five minutes of rest time does not count
toward the one hour of tickling.
5) If I say 'stop', I must give up one piece of
clothing.
6) When I have no more clothing to remove, I can not
stop the tickling until the hour
is up.
7) Once I start 'The Tickling Game', I can not back
out until it is over."
"Do you have any questions about the rules?"
"No, Mr. Davis, I understand the rules."
"Do you agree to follow the rules?"
"Yes, I do."
"Fine" Paul replied, leaning over to turn the tape recorder off.
"When do you want to
start?"
"Right now, if that would be alright." Rebecca said with a
twinkle in her eye.
*****
They finished their lemonade and went upstairs to the bedroom.
As Becca sat down on
the bed to remove her sandals (Mr. Davis did not allow shoes on his
bed.), Paul went to the
closet and pulled out several strips wide soft fabric. Becca lay back
on the bed and Paul wrapped
one of the strips around her right wrist and then anchored it to one
post of the four post bed. He
then moved to the other side and repeated the process there. Moving
to the foot of the bed he
wrapped one of the strips around the girl's left ankle, tightening the
strip until Becca was
restricted without being uncomfortable. He then secured the right leg
in the same manner.
Then, to Becca's surprise, he pulled out two more of the strips.
"What are you going to
do with those?" she asked.
Paul looked at her with an evil grin, "Do you remember me
commenting on how much
you squirmed the last time?"
"Yes." she answered with a puzzled look.
"Well, I think I've come up with a solution."
He took one of the strips and wrapped it around her right leg a
couple of inches below the
knee. Then he threaded it through a metal ring that he had attached
to the runner on the bottom
of the bed for just that purpose. He pulled it tight until Becca's
knee was secured at the edge of
the bed. He went to the other side and did the same for the left leg.
Becca looked on with rising apprehension as she realized that
this new restraint limited
her ability to move even more and making it impossible to clamp her
legs shut when Mr. Davis
attacked her very ticklish inner thighs.
Paul watched Becca's growing trepidation as he contemplated his
handiwork. As he
looked at the helpless girl, he thought admiringly, /She really does
have the finest legs I've ever
seen./ The fact that they were one of her most ticklish spots had
nothing to do with that
assessment. Really.
He looked at the young girl and commented, "I think you're going
to earn your money
today."
Rebecca could only look at him with a sickly smile.
"Are you ready, Rebecca?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." she said.
Paul started the timer and approached the foot of the bed. He
started slowly by raking his
nails lightly over the soft instep of one foot. She started giggling
a little girl giggle, "Teeheehee
teeheehee" wiggling her foot to get away. Her feet were not as
ticklish as the rest of her but Paul
liked to start there. He tickled a bit more as Becca continued to
giggle, and then started working
his way up her legs alternating first on one and then the other. When
he reached her knees he
paused there for a while, squeezing just above the kneecaps eliciting
a squeal, "EEEEEEEEE......
NO, not the kneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees,
aaaahhhhhhahahahahahahahahaha.....don't! doooon't,
pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaase!!!"
Paul paused for a moment, "You don't want me to tickle your
knees?"
"No, please don't."
"O.K." Paul replied, starting to tickle her upper legs a bit.
Suddenly Rebecca realized her mistake, but it was too late,
"NNNOOOOOOOOOO!!
Please tickle my kneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahah..........
aahhhahahahahahahahahahah............" Becca's laugh grew more
frantic as Paul worked his way
to her inner thighs. As his fingers scampered up the inside of her
legs, Becca's laughter took on
a deeper, throatier tone and she pitched her head from side to side
squeezing her eyes shut. As
Paul tickled her legs relentlessly, Becca bucked and squirmed as much
as the restraints would
allow (not much), hiking her denim skirt up to her butt. Paul brought
his scampering fingers to
just below Becca's red satin panties on her inner thighs.
In the past this was an area almost impossible to tickle as Becca
would invariably clamp
her legs shut. With Paul's new, innovative, restraint her legs were
held open and vulnerable and
he took full advantage of the situation. He increased the speed of
his tickling on the soft inner
thighs just below the panty line.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHA......HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAAHAHAH
.....ppllleeeaaaasssSSSEEEE SSSSTTTTOOOOPPPP!!!! SSSTTTOOOPPPPP!!!!"
Paul stopped immediately, hitting the timer. "How was
that?" he asked.
"That was incredible!" Becca panted. "I've never been tickled
like that before! How
long did I last?"
"Four minutes and thirty-three seconds," he read from the timer,
"not long at all. What
piece of clothing would you like to give up?"
"I don't know," Becca replied, biting her lip, "my skirt isn't
doing me much good, but if I
give that up, you'll keep tickling me there and I don't know if I can
stand that! If I take my
blouse off would you tickle me up there for a while?"
"I suppose I could," Paul responded, "although I haven't gotten
enough of the lower area yet."
"I know, but could you give me a break there for now? please?"
"Well O.K." Paul said as he reached to unbutton her blouse.
When he had removed the blouse she lay there in her bra steeling
herself for
Paul's renewed attack. She had been joking when she said that she
felt extra ticklish today, but it
seemed to have become the truth. She had never given in so quickly
before and was dreading the
implications of her increased sensitivity.
Paul started on her tummy bringing about instant gales of
laughter. She was not frantic
yet but she seemed to have no resistance at all today. He dug his
thumbs in just above her thigh
bones and Becca lost control, bucking and screaming, "I can't
staaaannndd iiitt!! Oooohhhh haha
hahahhahhahahahahahaahahah........aaaaahhhhhahahahahahahahahah........oooohhh
pleeeaaasee
nnnooooooo!!!"
He moved his fingers to Becca's vulnerable ribs, riding her
bucking body with his fingers
and digging in to increased gales of laughter. Her face was turning
red and tears ran out of her
eyes and Paul was loving every minute of it. She couldn't escape the
tickling sensations as his
fingers scrabbled along her sides and tummy. He went along this way
for a couple of minutes
and then decided to stop being easy on her because he wanted her to
lose her clothes as quickly
as possible. He went for her sensitive armpits with no mercy,
tickling with wild abandon.
Becca arched he back and screamed in laughter,
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHA,
NNNNOOOOO!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOOOOOOOOOOOOORE HAHAHAHAHAH...
PLEEEAASSEEEEEE NNNOOOOOO.........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
SSSSSSSSSTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!"
Again Paul stopped immediately, "Are you O.K. Becca?" he asked
somewhat concerned.
She lay there for a minute catching her breath before answering,
"I'm.......all right. Just a
little........out of breath. That was great!.....I don't think I've
ever been.........this ticklish before."
"You liked it?" Paul asked.
"Oh yes!" Becca answered enthusiastically. "This is the best
tickling I've ever received!"
"I'm glad you liked it. What would you like to give up this
time, your skirt?"
"Yes, I might as well." she sighed. "How much time do we have
left?"
"Forty-seven minutes and twelve seconds." he said glancing at the
timer.
Paul leaned over the bed, unbuttoned and removed the skirt,
leaving Becca in just her bra
and red bikini panties.
"Where are you going to tickle me this time?" she asked
apprehensively.
"You know where," Paul responded with an impish grin, "I'm going
to see how fast I can
make you give up."
"No Mr. Davis, please
dooonnn'ttt....aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhahahahahahah.........OOOOHHHH
NNNNOOOOO!!! PPLLEEEEAASEEEEE, NNNNNNOOOOO!!!!......AAAAAAAAHHHHH
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..........HAHA..E
EEEEEEEEEEEEHHEEEHHEEEHHHEEEEE!!!!!"
Paul started right in on the inner thighs, just below the frantic
girl's panties. All of the
tickling had caused the panties to bunch up; revealing the creases
beside her sex and Paul tickled
furiously right up to the edge of the panties reveling in the fact
that she was so vulnerable there.
Becca bucked and screamed out gales of laughter, completely overcome
by the ticklish sensations in an area that she had always been able to
protect before.
She couldn't last long and didn't, "Pleeeeeessseee,
ddoooooooon'ttttt ttttiiiiicckle meeee
ttthhhheeeeeeeeeere!!! SSSSSTTTTTOOOOOOOOPPPPPP!!!!!!!!"
Paul stopped and looked at the gasping young girl, "You only
lasted two minutes and
fifty-five seconds." he remarked. "That means you are left with
fortifier minutes and seventeen
seconds and only one piece of clothing left. Which would you prefer
to give up?"
"Go ahead and take my bra." she answered.
"So you want me to tickle you there?" he asked taunting as he
removed the specified
article of clothing, leaving her in just her ineffectual panties.
"No, I can't stand that either, but I think I'll die if you
tickle my legs anymore, especially
without my panties."
As the rest time ended, Paul took up a position at Becca's legs.
She looked at him in
panic, "What are you doing!?" she cried.
"I thought I'd tickle your legs some more," he replied with an
evil smile, "unless there is
somewhere else you'd like to entice me with."
"Yes! Please, please tickle my breasts. Anything but my legs!"
"Are you sure?" Paul asked, "I know you're very ticklish there
and you don't usually last
very long."
"Yes I'm sure! Please! I'll hold out for as long as I can, I
promise. Just please don't
tickle my legs!"
Paul had discovered some time ago that breasts tend to be very
ticklish if you used the proper technique. In Becca, this was
multiplied tenfold. Becca's breasts vied for a very close second with
her most ticklish spot. He started slowly, lightly stroking the
bottoms and sides of the small mounds. Becca started giggling almost
immediately, "eeeeeeeeee....heeeheeeheee heeehheee....
nonononono.....pleeeaasseee
nnnnnoooooheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheeeheee..." As he tickled
closer to the nipples the giggling turned to laughter and the laughter
deepened,
"Nnnnnnnnnooooooooo.....AaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHA, PLLLEEEAASEE NNNOTTT TTTHHHHEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRE!!!!!!!! I
CAAAAAANNNTTTTTTT SSSSSSSSTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAANDDDD
IIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!!!!! AAAAAAAAAHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH NNNOOO!!!!"
As Paul's fingers reached the most sensitive nipples, Becca's
screams of laughter
rebounded from the walls, she was laughing with the complete abandon
only the young can
attain. Gales of laughter ripped from her lungs and her face turned
beet red and she fought to not
say "stop". Her breasts and nipples were always very ticklish, but
today they reached new
heights. Paul was scampering his finger all over her breasts but
especially concentrating on her
young nipples with no pity for what he was putting her through.
Finally, she couldn't take it any more,
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!NNNNNOOOOOOOOO MMMMMOOOOORRRRREEEE
NO MOOOOOORE!!!!!! PLEEEEEAAAAAASE SSSSSSSSTTOOOOOOOOPPP!!!!!!!!"
Paul stopped and let her catch her breath. "You have been
amazingly ticklish today." he
said. "Are you O.K.?"
"Yes," Becca replied, "I'm O.K. In fact I'm great!! I've never
been tickled like this
before; I'm tingly all over."
"You did much better that time, but the worst is yet to come."
Paul countered. "You have
almost thirty-five minutes left and no way to stop the tickling.
Think you can handle it?"
"I guess I'll have to" Becca responded. "In some ways I kind of
like not being able to
stop it."
Paul leaned over the bed and removed Rebecca's last remnant of
clothing, leaving her
completely vulnerable and defenseless to whatever tickle attack Mr.
Davis chose to launch. She
shivered in anticipation.
Paul took a moment to admire the nude young girl before he began
his final assault.
Starting out on her upper thighs, Paul quickly moved to Rebecca's most
ticklish spot. He had
never been able to adequately tickle that spot before today so he
settled in to take full advantage
of the situation. As Paul's tickling fingers moved onto the lips of
her sex, Becca completely lost
it, howling with frantic laughter. She tried to buck, but Paul was
sitting between her legs holding
her thighs down with his legs. She was unable to escape, even
briefly, the excruciating tickling
sensations that assaulted her. She screamed, she begged, she squealed
and shrieked all to no
avail. Paul was not going to stop until the time ran out- after all,
he had to make it worth his
while.
In town, several people turned to look up the hill as they heard
the howls of laughter.
Then they turned back to their errands with a smile; someone was
having fun at Mr. Davis's
again.
THE END
This story is original material that was created specifically for the
Morandilas Tickling Journal (MTJ). The author retains copyright and
any dissemination without his prior permission is prohibited.
If you liked it, tell Morandilas and he will tell me. If enough
people like it, I may make it a series. The Author
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Prince Tickle
Oh well, I guess I'll take up plumbing next...
Lazaras
HAHA
laughing..!)
Prince Tickle wrote in message <37424ccd...@news.newsfeeds.com>...
>Has anyone read my story? I got 0 feedback!
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>Oh well, I guess I'll take up plumbing next...
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>Lazaras
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Prince Tickle
>GREAT!!!! EXCELLENT !!!!!!! So glad to see other than feet tickling. Andy
If you are referring to "The Tickling Game",
Thanx,
Prince Tickle