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 ï>¿Stripping for the Guys by TheBlushingPrincess

   Part 2

   Stone.  That was the girl's name.  Despite being incredibly shy, she was
finding herself incredibly excited (if not yet sexually turned on) being
naked and at the mercy of these two cute guys.  And as much as it tickled
like crazy, and as much as she screamed and protested, she couldn't get
enough of their tickling hands all over her.

   "Damn, she's ticklish," laughed Brent, the first guy.

   John dug his fingers into her armpits.  "I know.  Wow!  I could do this
all day!"

   Stone squirmed and batted.  And then it struck her.  She wanted to be
tied up.  She'd never been tied up before.  She was shocked that the
thought even entered her mind.  But in that instant, she wanted nothing
more than to be tied up and mercilessly tickled tortured by these two
friends.

   Then, without warning or forethought, between her gasps and screams, she
shouted out, "You better not tie me up!"

   Suddenly, the tickling stopped.  Completely.

   Brent surveyed her still shaking body.  "Tie you up?"

   John smiled.  "Did you say you want us to tie you up?"

   Suddenly a new possible reality, Stone carefully considered her next
words.

   "Please," she pleaded, intentionally leaving it up to the guys to
determine whether she meant, "Please don't tie me up" or "Please tie me
up."

   She looked at each of them with her stunning brown eyes.

   Brent leaned in and whispered, "You want to be tied up?"

   She looked back at him.  Helpless, naked, and incredibly sexy.  She said
nothing.  But there was a look in her eyes.  A look of pleading desire.

   All three knew what needed to happen.  Stone needed to be tied up.

   Brent took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom where John and
Brent carefully secured her wrists to the headboard, creating makeshift
restraints out of a couple of scarves.

   Stone pulled and tugged.  She wasn't going anywhere.  Her wrists were
bound but the guys had left her legs free.  Stone glanced down at her feet.

   John said, "Oh, I thought it would be fun to leave your legs free to
squirm around.  I thought that would be fun to watch.  That is, if you
don't mind."

   John's statement caused a tingle to run throughout Stone's body.  Here
she was.  Naked and tied up in front of her two friends.

   Brent sat next to her on the bed, facing her.

   "Seems we've got two options."

   "What do you mean?" Stone asked.

   Brent continued.  "We could keep tickling you..."

   Stone bit her lip, hoping for more tickling.

   "Or we could do this..."

   Brent, having noticed the massage oil next to Stone's bed, picked up the
bottle and dripped a few drops onto Stone's nipples.  She suddenly tensed
up.

   "What are you doing?"

   "Oh, nothing."

   His fingers descended on her nipples, gently caressing.  It didn't take
long for her hips to start gyrating.

   "Here, John.  You take the left, I'll take the right."

   Stone's eyes rolled back in her head.  As sensitive as she was to
tickling, she was even more sensitive to nipple teasing.  And within a few
seconds, her body (and mind) was a quivering mass of jelly.

   "Think she likes it?"

   "What gave it away?"

   They kept on playing with her, enjoying watching the undulating movement
of her belly and below.  If they would caress just the right way, she would
arch her back and dig her feet into the bed.  It was a delight to watch.

   "What are you doing?" she moaned.

   "Just taking our time and having fun with you.  That's all.  Do you
mind?"

   Then the next shocker.  Without missing a beat, Stone said, in a bit of
a daze "I don't mind.  You are in charge.  Whatever you want."

   Still caressing her nipple, Brent realized there was an opportunity
here. It seemed that Stone's nipples were a bit of a truth serum.  And
Brent was curious what he might be able to learn...  or do.

   Brent added a bit more massage oil and lightened his touch.  Clearly,
this was having the desired effect on Stone, as her breathing shortened and
the undulation strengthened.

   "John and I are going to ask you a few questions.  Can you answer us
honestly?"

   "Fuck.  Yes.  Yes.  Honestly.  Whatever you say."

   "Have you ever been tied up before?"

   "No."

   "Do you like it?"

   "Fuck.  Yes.  I like it."

   John, still lightly caressing Stone's nipple and driving her insane,
said, "You like being told what to do, don't you."

   Came the reply in a trance, "Fuck.  Yes.  I do."

   "So what would you do?"

   "Anything you tell me to do."

   "So if I tell you you need to strip whenever I want, you would agree?"

   She hesitated.  Being naked for them one time was fun.  Did she want to
commit to be their little naked pet?

   She kind of did.

   "Yes.  Yes.  I would strip whenever you want."

   "And you would let us tie you up and tickle you whenever we want?"

   "Please..."

   "Just answer..."

   "Yes.  You can tie me up and tickle me whenever you want."

   Stone knew what she was doing, but she couldn't help herself.  The
nipple stimulation was overpowering.

   Brent moved down her body and sat on her legs facing her feet.  "Stone,"
he asked?

   "Yes," she replied, quietly...

   "I think it's time," Brent said, teasingly, "to find out just how
ticklish your feet are."

   "Um, I don't know if that's a good idea..."

   "Oh, I think it's an excellent idea."

   With John now caressing both nipples, Brent used the massage oil to coat
Stone's soft, petite, and defenseless creamy-white soles.  He took his
index finger and glided it gently down the sole of her right foot.  She
wriggled.  Then the left.  More wriggling.

   "Nice, Stone.  Very nice.  But now, how about something a little more
intense?"

   Stone braced herself.  But she couldn't have braced herself enough for
what was to come.  Brent used all five fingers and started making spider
movements up and down the slicked soles of her feet.  And that did it.  She
screamed as her entire body thrashed.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  SHIT!  THAT TICKLES!"

   But Brent kept his dominating calm.  "Hey, relax, Stone.  You're not
going anywhere.  Now that we've found the spot, I think we'll be here for a
while!"

   Stone didn't know if this was heaven or hell.  But whatever it was, it
was a level of intensity that she had never experienced before.

   "PLEASE!  JUST A BREAK!  TEN SECONDS!  LET ME CATCH MY BREATH!"

   Brent was relentless.  "A ten second break?"

   "YES!  PLEASE!!!"

   "Sure.  We'll give you a break.  But what will you do for us in return?"

   "OH SHIT!  YOU ARE KIDDING ME!!!"

   "I don't think we are."

   "FINE!  FINE!  FINE!  WHATEVER YOU SAY!  JUST A TEN SECOND BREAK! 
FUCK!"

   Stone wasn't exactly sure what she had agreed to, but she figured there
would be some sucking involved."

   The tickling stopped.  Brent went back to her nipples.

   "You like being humiliated, don't you?" he asked.

   The question surprised her.

   "Humiliated?"

   "Yeah.  Made to strip.  Made to crawl around naked on the floor?  Being
tied up and tortured?  You like that, don't you."

   "Fuck.  Yeah.  I guess I do." Her body was heaving once again from the
nipple stimulation.

   "And do you give me permission to humiliate you however I want?"

   She hesitated.  Humiliated?  However he wanted?  How could she say yes?
But how could she say no.

   There was silence.

   The nipple torment intensified.

   And then out it came.  Out of the blue.  "Yes!  Fuck!  Humiliate me! 
Torture me!  Make me your naked slave!  FUCK!!!"

   Brent smiled like he had never smiled before.