Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >The Tennis Match by TheBlushingPrincess Scene I: The Tennis Court No, no, no! Shit, shit, shit! How is this possibly happening! I was winning! I was winning!!! Kelly couldn -(TM)t believe it. Had she been hustled? No, Mike would never do that. But she had been winning!!! -Good game, - Mike said, with a friendly and unassuming smile -"one far too unassuming for the context; almost mockingly so. -You -(TM)ve got some serious tennis skills. I thought I was going to be getting naked for you for a while there. - His tone was so nonchalant, as if he hadn -(TM)t just won a bet with the most insanely high stakes ever! As if he wasn -(TM)t about to embarrass the hell out of the girl who had been crushing on him hard for weeks. How had she agreed to this?! How had this happened?!?! Her, naked, in front of Mike! Completely naked. So completely, utterly, naked. In front of Mike! -Ah, that was fun, - he continued, although he didn -(TM)t seem to have realized that Kelly was completely speechless. -So, do you want to just strip down now or go back to my place and do it? - Kelly stared at him, both frightened and incredulously. She couldn -(TM)t even speak. But with her eyes, she sent a clear message. Right here? On the court? Outdoors? Where anyone could see? No way. No way! Seeing the fear in her eyes (and perhaps enjoying it more than he should have), Mike reassuringly said, -That -(TM)s okay. - Ah. A sigh of relief. Mike wouldn -(TM)t make her go through with the bet. Then he continued. -You can get naked for me at my place, - he said, very much enjoying the look of helplessness on her face. Yeah great, thanks Mike! So charitable, Kelly thought. So chivalrous. Never mind, -Don -(TM)t worry Kelly, this was a silly bet. I -(TM)ll let you off. That wouldn -(TM)t be gentlemanly. - No. Just, -Come to my apartment and give me a private naked show." Soooo generous Mike. How had this happened!?! Scene II: Mike -(TM)s Apartment Frantically, Kelly looked around the apartment. She thought, There has got to be some way to distract him; to make him forget why we -(TM)re here. Maybe I should just march up and stick my tongue down his throat? What have I got to lose at this point? I mean, he totally had a boner for me on court. He wants me, right? But this wasn -(TM)t the way it was supposed to go. Kelly completely naked? Mike just enjoying the show, completely holding all the power? The most she could hope for was another glimpse of his erection through his shorts. But that would hardly level the playing field. She would be naked! Just a piece of meat for him to look at, enjoy, maybe even -- judge? Oh shit, shit, shit! -Shall we get started then? - Mike suddenly asked, as casually as if he had invited her around to help him assemble a flat-pack bookcase. -You -(TM)re really making me do this? - Kelly says, flushing red. -Oh, yeah. Definitely. I can -(TM)t wait to see you naked. Just totally naked, head to toe -- and everything in between! - Mike said, quite unabashed. Kelly flushed even redder than before. She looked around the room hopelessly. Where to even start?!? She almost wished he would give her some instructions to follow. She couldn -(TM)t just start stripping. That would be so awkward. -Hmm, - Mike mused. -I -(TM)m trying to figure out which way you should face. I think I want to see your ass first, so maybe you can face away from me. And then once you -(TM)re completely naked -"and once I -(TM)ve finished looking at your lovely behind -"you can turn around and surprise me with the rest. How does that sound? - Kelly looked at him in disbelief. This was how it was going to go down? He was literally speaking about the whole thing as if he was deliberating where to hang an oil painting! -Well, go on then. I -(TM)ve been looking forward to this! - Kelly turned around. She reached tentatively for the elasticated band of her short, white tennis skirt. Was she really going to do this? Was this really happening? -Top off first, - Mike interjected. -I want a clear view when you reveal that cute little ass of yours. - Kelly sighed. She stripped off her tee-shirt. That wasn -(TM)t so hard, at least. It was movement. She had started. Oh, fuck! She had started! -And the sports bra. If you -(TM)d be so kind, - Mike instructed. With the removal of her sports bra, she was just down to her tennis skirt. She couldn -(TM)t believe this. She reached again for the waistband. Weirdly, she was suddenly super self-conscious that he would catch a glimpse of side-boob as she reached around. Not as if he wasn -(TM)t about to get a full show of front-boob moments later! This is it, she thought. Here goes nothing. Does he have a boner? He must. How is this happening??? Slowly, she slid down her white miniskirt and let it drop to the floor at her feet, leaving her only in her white, cotton panties. She thought she heard Mike catch his breath. The silence seemed to go on forever. Although she couldn -(TM)t see him, she could feel Mike -(TM)s eyes burning into her. She didn -(TM)t know whether she was to continue and remove her panties. She didn -(TM)t even know if she could. She just stood there, on fire, waiting for her next orders. Utterly submissive. -Wow, that is really nice. - Mike said at last, impressed. -I almost want to keep you like this. Your ass looks so good in those panties. I -(TM)m getting a little hard over here. - What?! Did he just say he was getting hard?! Over her?!?!?! Kelly burned red. She couldn -(TM)t believe it. She wanted to look around and see, but she wanted to disappear even more. He was hard? Over her? In her panties?!?! -I -(TM)m okay with just leaving my panties on, if that works for you, - she managed to stammer, the words seeming to come from somewhere else; for surely she was in too much shock to have uttered them. She heard Mike chuckle. -No, no, I -(TM)ll let you take them off in a minute. I just want to take in this particular view a little while longer. - Another minute (was it a minute? was it an hour?) passed before Mike spoke again. She heard him take a step closer to her. -Okay. That -(TM)s good. You can take them off now. - -I can take them off? Or I have to? - -Well, a bet -(TM)s a bet. So yeah, take them off. - Mike replied, so matter-of-fact, yet she could hear from his voice he was smiling. -Peel them down slowly for me. Then slip them off and hold them out behind you. - He was now conducting her like she was a dancer! A stripper even! But she felt powerless to do it any other way. She could just take them off casually like she was alone in her bedroom getting undressed for the night, yet somehow that seemed like it would be even more embarrassing. She opted to follow his commands, even though the very thought made her flush even redder than before. Slowly, she bent over and began to peel her panties over her ass, just as he had commanded. She couldn -(TM)t believe she was doing this. The feeling of the air against her bare skin was like a surge of electricity. This was it! This was her completely naked in front of Mike! And to her horror, she realized what an intimate view he was about to have as she was bent over. Not just her ass, but her asshole, and even her most intimate areas, staring right at him as she bent over for him. She closed her eyes, unable to contemplate the thought as she slid the panties down her legs and unhooked them from her feet. She stood up again with the panties scrunched up in her left hand. -Now hold your hand out behind you, - came the next command. She shivered. He was right behind her. Inches away. She did as commanded and felt him take the panties from her. This was it. Completely naked. Her last vestige of clothing in his possession. She couldn -(TM)t put them back on if she tried. She was just there. His plaything! Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh. What would he make her do next? He would make her turn around, for sure. She couldn -(TM)t bear to look at him. To see his eyes poring over her. To make eye contact with him. It was all too much. Too much! Silence. Silence for an eternity. -Okay. Not to be weird, - he suddenly remarked, -but, full disclosure, I am so hard right now. Your ass is a national treasure. And I haven -(TM)t even seen your front yet! - Kelly shuddered. He was so brazen. Just coming out and admitting how hard he was? This had to have been a bad dream. It just had to have been. -Oh, shoot. I -(TM)ve just realized -- - Oh gosh. What? What!? What now?!?! she thought. -You -(TM)ve still got your shoes and socks on. Aww. That -(TM)s actually kind of cute. You look so adorable like that. Just completely naked but for your shoes and socks. Naked back. Naked butt. Naked thighs. Naked calves. And then, boom! Shoes and socks. You -(TM)re like my little naked athlete! - Kelly squirmed. This was too ridiculous. She would almost rather be completely naked than be presenting him with this ridiculous sight. Oh gosh, what was she thinking? At least her feet were safely covered this way. Fuck. Maybe she could play up the cute-little-athlete angle enough to make him want to keep her in her shoes. Mike had no idea about her foot fetish and how nervous it made her when people looked at her bare feet -"especially her soles. Not to mention her ever-present fear of being tickled. Okay. Keep it together, Kelly. It didn -(TM)t work for the panties but, hey, maybe this is really working for him. She considered turning to give him a cute little smile to get him fixated on the image, but she chickened out. If she didn -(TM)t pull this off, it could make things even worse! Oh, gosh. This was too ridiculous. How would she ever live this down? How would she ever be able to look him in the eye again?!?! Mike was indeed torn. She really did look cute like that. In a weird way, the fact she was wearing her shoes and socks only made the rest of her look even more naked. The problem was, Kelly didn -(TM)t realize that each time she squirmed, her ass tensed a little. And she didn -(TM)t realize that each time her ass tensed a little, it encouraged Mike to see what he could do to make it tense again. He was beginning, to his own surprise, to enjoy her embarrassment. There was just something so cute about it. She must be kind of enjoying it, right? he thought to himself. I mean, she is going along with it. -Ah. Yes. They do need to come off though, - he eventually decided. -Otherwise you -(TM)re not truly naked. And that was the bet. - Kelly squirmed a little again. Her ass tensed a little again. She didn -(TM)t even know she was making it worse for herself. -I -(TM)ll tell you what. Stay facing away from me but take your shoes and socks off. - Kelly began to sit down on the floor, but Mike interrupted her. -No, no, don -(TM)t sit down. Stand up and do it. - -Why? - -I dunno. It will be fun. - -How is that fun? - -Well, you know, I get to watch you trying to balance. It will be funny. And cute! - Kelly could believe this. Now he was making her perform for him? And in such an embarrassing way too! Certainly, she could understand if he wanted her to do a sexy dance or something. But he just wanted to watch her clumsily struggle for his own amusement. This was too much. She managed to get the shoes off without too much fuss. She had a few balance issues, and she could feel her ass jiggling a little (which was just waaay too much for her to handle). And then she almost completely freaked out when she noticed she was probably giving him an eyeful of side-boob -- as if that wasn -(TM)t the least of what she was about to have to show him! But, ultimately, they came off. She hadn -(TM)t fallen over. She hadn -(TM)t completely thrown her dignity away in a fit of clumsy miscoordination. -Ah. That was fun to watch. Truly. You -(TM)re getting me kind of worked up, to be honest. Wow. I mean, you kind of make clumsy sexy. Or bashful sexy? I don -(TM)t know. But whatever it is you -(TM)re doing to me, you -(TM)re amazing. I -(TM)m going to enjoy looking back on this. Definitely one for the spank bank. - What the fuck did he just say? Spank bank? No. No fucking way. What the hell is happening here??? -Anyway, on to the socks! - Oh gosh the socks. How was she going to do this!?! -Can -(TM)t I just sit down for this? - she plead, hopelessly. Mike chuckled and told her to stay on her feet, as casual as a sports referee. Kelly squirmed again. Fuck. If only she knew she was digging her own grave. She looked down at her socks, weighing her options. She could lift her feet to take them off but that could cause all kinds of embarrassment, as she struggled to maintain her balance. But her only other option was to bend over and give him an even more intimate view than before. Oh, come ooooon, she thought. This isn -(TM)t happening! Ultimately, she concluded that the latter option was preferable. He had already seen her bent over, after all. This would just prolong the view. But that really didn -(TM)t make it any easier. With no other options, she bent over and started trying to slip off her socks. But damn, this was even worse! She still had to somehow lift her feet. She still had to hold her balance. And her center of gravity was completely thrown off by being bent over! After what felt like an eternity of struggle, in which she blesses Mike with the double whammy of a most intimate show and the most ridiculously display of her clumsiness, she finally gets the socks off. -Oh man, that was too much fun. You -(TM)re adorable! - Mike says, offering a little applause. -Okay. Just one last thing before I let you turn and face me. Get on your knees real quick. - -What? Why? I -(TM)m not doing that. On my knees? You -(TM)re out of your mind. No way. I -(TM)m not doing that! Why!?! - Mike couldn -(TM)t help but smile. Her bashfulness was too adorable. He considered letting her off, but he just couldn -(TM)t help himself. He didn -(TM)t want to embarrass her per se, but he really wanted to keep her all cute and embarrassed. There -(TM)s a difference, right? Right?!? -Just because, - he insisted, -I dunno. I just want to make the most of it. You don -(TM)t often get to see your hot friend completely naked like this. I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)d be doing the same to me if I had lost the bet. - Begrudgingly, seeing no way out of this mess but forward, she lowered herself onto her knees. She could practically feel his gaze burning into the soles of her feet. It was all she could do not to squeal with embarrassment. -Oh, wow. You have really cute feet. Is that weird? I -(TM)m not into feet or anything, but they -(TM)re really cute. Are you ticklish? I kind of want to see? - Kelly froze. He did not just say he wants to tickle her. No, no, no, no!!!! -Whoa, whoa -- that was not part of the deal. No way are you tickling me. Not a chance in hell. No, no, no! - Wow. Mike was not expecting that response. So she is definitely ticklish. Mike wrestled with himself. Now he really wanted to tickle her. And not just her feet. All over. She looked like she would be sooo much fun to tickle. And hot to tickle. And just nice to tickle. She had just the right physique for it. Her cuteness was just screaming out to be tickled. And it would definitely add a whole new level to her adorable bashfulness. But he decided to play it cool -- for now. -Okay, okay, no tickling. Just do me one last thing before I let you get up and turn around. - - -~One last thing? -(TM) I thought the last thing was -~one last thing! -(TM) - -Okay, I mean it this time. Just do this for me. Just go down onto your hands and knees, wiggle your ass for me, and then give me a cute little smile. Don -(TM)t ask me why. It will just really make my day. Then I -(TM)ll let you turn around and show me the rest. - Mike was genuinely surprised by his own audacity. He had never expected it would go as far as this. Honestly, he had thought she would just lift her top, give him a little twirl and that would be the end of it. When he had started giving orders, he had fully expected her to tell him where to stick it. And yet she hadn -(TM)t. She had submissively performed every degrading task he had commanded. Well, Mike was no fool, and he certainly wasn -(TM)t going to squander this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. An astonishing whirlwind of developments later, and there she was on her hands and knees, blushing from head to toe, but complying with his every whim. Her perfect ass displayed for his viewing pleasure, literally nothing left to the imagination. He was so transfixed, he even forgot to speak for a while. He simply stood there, astounded, as his eyes devoured her, roaming back and forth between those spankable ass cheeks he so wanted to grasp, that exposed flower he so wanted to kiss and lick, the delightful fold where her ass met her thigh that was begging to be flicked and squeezed, and that exposed asshole that was provoking all sorts of desires he had never had before. When he had told her to shake her ass and smile at him over her shoulder, his own voice had seemed disembodied. The command had come from somewhere else. It was pure primal urge. Surely she would never comply with that. Yet she didn -(TM)t object! She just remained frozen still for a moment, as if in thought, and then, to his utter disbelief, she began to wave her ass and, in a move that sent a jolt right through him, looked over her shoulder and smiled at him, somehow both sweetly, nervously, and seductively all at once. He was still taking it all in when she began to stand up. -Whoa, whoa -- not so fast! - he said, again his words outpacing his thoughts. -What nooow? - she plead. -It -(TM)s just, you did it so fast I didn -(TM)t get to take it all in properly. - -You had plenty of time to take it all in. - -Just -- just -- - he had to think quickly of a reason, any reason to prolong the show. -I need you to do it again. But this time, on the bed. And give me a cheeky giggle too. - -A cheeky giggle? Oh, come oooooon. - -Last thing. And then I promise I -(TM)ll let you turn around and show me the rest. - -Last thing, you promise? - -Last thing, - he confirmed (not so sure it would be the last thing). She led him into the bedroom. He couldn -(TM)t get enough of watching her ass jiggle as she walked. As she climbed onto the bed, she momentarily stretched herself out, almost cat-like, and he wanted more urgently than ever to run his hands over her body. In fact, that was the least he wanted to do. To caress every curve. But more than that. That urge to tickle her was coming back, stronger and stronger. He said he wouldn -(TM)t, but maybe there was a way. Maybe he could get her to agree to it. She waved her ass for him again, as commanded, and looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile and -" he couldn -(TM)t believe it -"a cheeky, though definitely mortified, giggle. She seemed to really take her time over it this time, perhaps hoping that giving him a real show would placate him more quickly. Her back arched and troughed seductively and she leaned all the way forward and then all the way back, pushing her ass towards him, flexing her thighs in the process. He was mesmerized. The maneuver, which was like a wave passing through her from head to toe, once again drew his attention to her adorable little feet. Fuck, he thought, he definitely had to find a way to tickle those cute little feet. -Are we done now? - she asked, looking over her shoulder towards him. She sat back now, offering a whole new view of her ass, one that seemed to accentuate its perfect plumpness -- and tickleability. -Okay. Sure. I did promise, - he relented. -But stay like that just for another minute. It really is such a perfect view. I just need to memorize that perfect ass and those cute little feet. - He thought for a moment. Could he push it? He wanted to test the waters. He added -Those cute, tickleable little feet. - -Woah, woah. No, no, no! - she said -No tickling. No fucking way. - The problem was, the more ticklish she revealed herself to be, the more Mike wanted to tickle her, because now all he could imagine was her thrashing around and giggling and screaming. She would feel even nicer all creased up and jiggling around with laughter. Fuck, he thought. There has got to be a way to get her to agree to this. A moment went by. -Can I please get dressed now? - Kelly begged, her self-awareness of her total nudity once again sending shivers through her entire body. Mike, however, was having far too much fun, and was clearly in no hurry to reunite Kelly with her clothes. No hurry at all. In fact, he had purposefully left her clothes in the other room. No, he had no intention of letting her get dressed any time soon. She was destined to stay naked for as long as he wanted. She was his naked plaything. And he was not afraid to clearly state his plan. -No, not yet. Frankly, now that I see you like this, I think you -(TM)re going to need to stay naked for me for quite a while. You -(TM)re just so amazing to look at. I -(TM)m really having the best time ever. - Kelly -(TM)s heart was racing. She didn -(TM)t know what was worse. To just have to kneel there with her back to him or for him to give her the inevitable instruction to turn around and reveal her front. She had no choice but to remain still -- and wait. With a huge smile and immense joy in his voice, Mike couldn -(TM)t help but ask the question, gleefully toying with her as he spoke. -I -(TM)m curious, Kelly, why such an adverse reaction to tickling? I mean, you -(TM)re not ticklish, are you? - On hearing the word -ticklish - emerge from Mike -(TM)s mouth in such a careless and casual manner, Kelly suddenly felt chills. Her skin produced goosebumps from head to toe -"goosebumps which did not go unnoticed by the leering Mike. Kelly tried to play it cool. -What do you mean? - -Well, a moment ago, when I mentioned about how your cute little feet looked so -~tickleable, -(TM) you reacted quite nervously and defensively. - Now she was stuck. She knew she had revealed herself. Her options were equally horrid. Option A: Admit to being ticklish. Not just ticklish, but insanely ticklish. The slightest touch, just about anywhere on her body, would send her into fits of screaming and squirming. No, admitting to it would only make him more curious. Or Option B: Deny being ticklish. But then the result would be that Mike would want her to prove it. He would touch her, she would scream, and he would know she had been lying. Then there would be the inevitable teasing and tickling as -punishment - for lying. No, that would be even worse. Kelly opted to play a middle ground. -Well, I -(TM)m a little ticklish -- in a few places. - Mike was so proud of himself. He was breaking her down. Yes, the tickling would happen. He would take his sweet time with it -- and he would enjoy it immensely. Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? An hour? Heck -- all afternoon? As far as he was concerned, he -(TM)d be content to tickle her cute body forever. He could only imagine her reaction, and it was making him so unbelievably hard. Her adorable squealing and screaming; her wild thrashing and contorting; her incredibly sexy writhing and squirming. Further, he knew she was lying. -A little ticklish? - He didn -(TM)t think so. Her initial reaction was far too strong. No. She had a body that was designed to be tickled. That needed to be tickled. That cried out to be tickled. And he wasn -(TM)t going to let the opportunity pass. Indeed, poor, sweet Kelly would receive a most thorough tickling before the day was out. The question remained, though, how to get there. Mike chose a bold path. Go big or go home. He began. -Well, look, Kelly. I -(TM)m not saying I -(TM)m definitely going to tickle you. I mean, I -(TM)ve got to admit, looking at you from the back, your body is just begging to be tickled. Your sides, your ass, that amazing fold at the tops of your thighs? And not to mention your cute little feet. I could just spend hours tickling them. - Listening to Mike was absolute torture. But she remained perfectly still. Emotionless. Even though she was absolutely dying on the inside, not wanting to admit that she was done for, but in absolute fear of what was clearly on the horizon. Mike continued. -But I -(TM)ll tell you what. I won -(TM)t decide until I see your front. Then I -(TM)ll decide whether you need to be tickled or not. - Kelly couldn -(TM)t believe it. This was going to be Mike -(TM)s decision? She had no say? She was simply too nervous to speak up. Protesting would only make it worse. So she just continued to kneel, naked, on Mike -(TM)s bed, facing away from him. There was a long pause. Then Mike spoke. -Okay. I -(TM)m ready to see the front. I mean, as much as I could look at your ass forever, I -(TM)m ready. I -(TM)ll have you turn around again later, for sure, so I can take in your ass again. But for now, I -(TM)m ready to see your front. - Kelly obediently started to shift her body and started to lower her smooth, naked, oh-so-cute feet on the floor so she could turn around. But Mike stopped her. -Woah, woah. Not so fast. Stay on the bed like you were. - Kelly felt as if her brain was disengaged from her body. How could she be following these humiliating instructions so absolutely submissively? This was totally not happening. And yet it was. In horrifying, slow-motion reality. Mike continued. -I want you to put your fingertips over your nipples. That way, when you turn around, I -(TM)ll get to see almost all of you, but we can save the best part for last. Does that sound good? - Does that sound good? How the hell was she supposed to respond to that? The teasing was more than she could handle. Now she was going to have to turn and reveal everything except her nipples? And then, only on Mike -(TM)s command, would she be allowed to expose her entire body to him? Oh, this was far too much. But she couldn -(TM)t say no. She physically couldn -(TM)t. She actually was unable to form the words. Poor, naked Kelly was completely under Mike -(TM)s spell and, despite wanting to stop, she had zero will power and could do nothing but comply. Moving her elbows out to her sides, she carefully placed her fingertips over her nipples, exactly as instructed. Still on her knees, she shuffled around, oh so slowly. Nervously. Bashfully. A look of adorable, embarrassed submission on her face. And then, finally, she was facing him. She couldn -(TM)t help but glance at his shorts. He was obviously hard as a rock. Under normal circumstances, that would have been terribly embarrassing for him and she could have teased him about it endlessly. But she was currently in no position to tease anyone about anything. Mike just stared. His eyes wide. Her amazing breasts were as beautiful as he had hoped. The fronts of her thighs, pressed together while on her knees, with that perfect line leading directly to her intimate area. With her body folded as it was, he didn -(TM)t have much of a view of her privates yet. No worries. It would come. No need to rush. Enjoy the moment. -Again, I hope you don -(TM)t mind my saying this, but wow. You are just so pretty. No, beautiful. No, breathtaking. Really. I hope you don -(TM)t take this the wrong way, but seeing your body like this makes me so hard. - As mortifying as it was to hear those words, from Mike of all people, she was very much relieved that he had at least forgotten about the tickling. -The only thing is, I don -(TM)t really have a very good view of your privates. I -(TM)ll tell you what. Instead of being down on your knees with your butt resting on your feet, go ahead and rise up a bit. I mean, still on your knees, but so that you are upright on your knees. You know what I mean? - Kelly knew this would only give him a better view of her privates. She hesitated. She humbly offered, -Are you sure? - hoping he might say, -Oh, yeah. I guess not. You can just go get dressed now. - How she hoped. -Oh, yeah. I -(TM)m absolutely sure. Go ahead and rise up on your knees. That will give me a much better view. - Fuck. No choice. Up she went. She had to close her eyes. She couldn -(TM)t bear to see him looking at her privates in this way. -Wow, Kelly. You are just amazing. I really don -(TM)t know what to say. It -(TM)s like every additional bit of you that I see is prettier than the last. You -(TM)re really a treasure. So incredibly beautiful. But I do need you to open your eyes. You have such amazing eyes. I don -(TM)t want to miss out on a single part of you. - She opened her eyes and had no choice but to take in the horrifying sight of Mike leering at her body. It made her tingle with humiliation -- and also, oddly, with excitement (which, frankly, was even more horrifying for her). -There. Thank you. Wow. Much better. You have such beautiful eyes. - He looked right into her eyes. They locked for a moment. Then she followed as he lowered his gaze to take in her breasts -- and then her privates. Her body felt like it was on fire under the weight of his eyes. -I can -(TM)t believe it -(TM)s taken this long to see you totally naked like this. I feel like I -(TM)ve got to make up for lost time. No, you -(TM)re going to need to stay naked for a good, long while so I can really take it in. Wow. And I haven -(TM)t even seen your nipples yet. You are truly spectacular. And just so incredibly adorable to top it off! - Kelly had no idea how to even respond to the nonsense that was spewing from Mike -(TM)s mouth. He was going to make her stay naked? For a good, long while? What did he mean by that? What had she agreed to? Why did she ever go along with this bet in the first place? But again, on the bright side, the talk of tickling had long been forgotten. -I -(TM)ve got to admit, Kelly, it -(TM)s going to be awfully difficult to not tickle you after seeing your front. - Kelly -(TM)s heart sank. How was this happening? -What do you mean? - she asked, quietly. -Well, consider the fronts of your thighs. So perfectly tickleable! And your knees? Truly, I -(TM)ve never, ever seen cuter knees. I didn -(TM)t even know that knees could be cute. But wow. Your knees. Just spectacular. They have got to be tickled. Oh, and your belly. That just wins it. It totally necessitates tickling. Your sides. Everything. And I -(TM)m not into tickling or anything like that. But yeah. Your body. The adorable cuteness -- the perfect roundness of your features -- your smooth skin -- it all just begs to be tickled. No, not -~begs. -(TM) It demands it! - Kelly tried to interrupt his train of thought. -I don -(TM)t know -- - But he didn -(TM)t let her get far. -Oh, I do. I absolutely know. Oh, yeah. You -(TM)re getting tickled. I mean, yeah. An exhaustive and complete tickling. Every single inch of you. No stone unturned. I will find every secret tickle spot you've got. You -(TM)ve got no chance of hiding anything from me. No chance at all. Wow. You might just never recover from the tickling that you -(TM)re going to receive. And I -(TM)m going to take my time. Trust me. But not just yet. I think I -(TM)m ready to take a look at those nipples now. But I want you to do something for me first. - He wanted her to do something for her first? She hadn -(TM)t done enough for him yet? What possibly could this insane (but very cute, becoming cuter -"even sexier -"by the second) perv want her to do next??? -I want you to step onto the floor. - Finally. Off this damn bed and off her knees. It was about time. Kelly stepped her feet onto the floor, facing Mike. Unfortunately, standing there with her fingertips still covering her nipples made her feel even more exposed than before. It couldn -(TM)t get any worse than this. -Now get down on your knees on the floor. - It just got worse. On her knees? On the floor? Facing him? How degrading. But there was no way out. She had come this far. To call it quits now? What would be the point? So Kelly awkwardly lowered herself to her knees, never pulling her fingertips away from her nipples. Mike couldn -(TM)t help but stand up and walk around her, admiring his handiwork from all angles. -Oh, yes. This is really nice. Really nice, indeed. - Kelly just remained frozen, eyes front. She couldn -(TM)t look at him. It was far too shameful. Oh, had she only won the tennis match. She was so close. She had been winning! What happened??? Mike sat on a chair a few feet in front of the flawlessly naked, kneeling Kelly. -I -(TM)m ready now. I -(TM)m ready to see your nipples. To see your whole body. That will do it. Once you take your fingertips away from your nipples, you -(TM)ll be totally and perfectly naked for me. Just there for me to look at and enjoy. I really can -(TM)t wait. - Kelly took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and moved her elbows as if she was about to start moving her fingertips away. But Mike quickly stopped her. -Oh, wait. No, not quite yet. I -(TM)m just trying to figure out exactly how you should do it. Because think of it. After you take your hands away, you might naturally drop them and cover your privates. And we can -(TM)t have that. So the question becomes, -~Where should you put your hands? -(TM) I -(TM)m thinking the options are behind the back, at your sides, or on your head. But it -(TM)s a really tough decision. At the sides is certainly the simplest. And it will let your breasts present themselves naturally so I can see them exactly as they were intended. But on the head is good too, because it would lift your breasts just a bit. Not that they need it at all. I mean, truly, they are perfection. But there -(TM)s something so sexy about a woman -(TM)s hands over her head. Of course, the downside is that your breasts would look a little less full in that extended position. But on the other hand, it would really give me a great view of those super-tickleable armpits. So I don -(TM)t know. What do you think, Kelly? At your sides or on your head? What do you think would be better? - Did he really want her to answer that question? It appeared he did. He was waiting for her input. Certainly, hands at her sides would be far less humiliating than hands on the head. Plus, his mentioning of tickling her armpits did nothing to sweeten the on-the-head option. Kelly swallowed and managed to utter, -I think at the sides? - Mike leaned back and thought deeply, never taking his eyes off her as he pondered. -Yes, I suspected you might say that. - He paused. -But I -(TM)m going to have to go with on the head. That will really complete the view. Plus, it -(TM)s so much more submissive, isn -(TM)t it? Kind of like you -(TM)re my naked prisoner? That -(TM)s kind of hot! Damn. I am so hard right now! And as a bonus, with that great view of your armpits, it will help me with my plan of attack for the tickling. I really can -(TM)t believe how excited I am about the tickling! So yes. Definitely. Hands on the head. I -(TM)m ready now. - Here it was. It was happening. The moment of complete degradation and total exposure. Kelly couldn -(TM)t move. -Any time now. - She still didn -(TM)t budge. Mike saw the hesitation. -Maybe it would help if I counted down. I -(TM)ll tell you what, I -(TM)ll count down from three. And when I say, -Kelly -(TM)s Naked Nipples, - you put your hands on your head! - What a charming idea! He didn -(TM)t wait for any confirmation from the delectably submissive Kelly. -And three -- two -- one -- KELLY -(TM)S NAKED NIPPLES! - And that was all the prompting she needed. She at once lifted her hands exposing her nipples, stretched her arms out, and placed her hands on her head. And there she was. Totally naked. Not a stitch of clothing. Nothing left to the imagination. On the floor. On her knees. Hands on her head. On full display for Mike who simply couldn -(TM)t get enough. -Wow, Kelly. I am just speechless. Your nipples are absolutely perfect. - He took a step closer to her and leaned in so he could examine them more carefully. -Yes, indeed. Just everything I had hoped they would be. Hold it there. I just really need to look at you. Wow. So absolutely amazing. Just unbelievable. Really. Let me just take it all in for a minute. I need to memorize this moment. Every feature. Amazing. - Mike sat back down and just studied her. She saw his eyes focusing on every single inch of her. Breasts. Belly. Thighs. Armpits. Face. Eyes. It was too much. How long would this go on? And why didn -(TM)t she just say, -Okay, Mike. Enough. - She wanted to, but she couldn -(TM)t. She couldn -(TM)t move. She couldn -(TM)t speak. She was in a naked, submissive trance, completely under his hypnotic spell. In that moment, there was absolutely nothing she wouldn -(TM)t have done had he simply asked. Nothing in the world. And to make matters worse, she found herself oddly aroused by the situation. She was just praying that Mike wouldn -(TM)t notice the wetness between her legs. After a few minutes of admiration, Mike announced, -Kelly, I don -(TM)t know what to say. You -(TM)re a really good sport. I don -(TM)t know how many girls would have actually gone through with it. But you -(TM)re a person of your word. We made a bet, you lost fair and square, and you -(TM)re paying up. At this point, I guess the only question is about the tickling. - Kelly meekly offered, hopefully, -You could just decide to not tickle me. - -Oh, no. That decision has been made. You -(TM)re absolutely getting tickled. I mean, yeah. You -(TM)re getting tickled good. I guess the only question is whether to tie you up first, you know, so you don -(TM)t thrash around so much, or just to let you stay free and have the fun of you trying to bat my hands away while I tickle you. So I -(TM)m deciding. - Tying her up? Was that even an option? How did this possibly come this far??? Kelly started to speak, her voice very dry -- and painfully timid. -I think maybe not tied up? - Mike smiled on the inside. He had worn her down. He owned her now. She would do anything he said, and he knew it. Yes, she would willingly submit to being tickled as long as she wasn -(TM)t tied up. Of course, he knew full well that she was going to be tied up for the tickling. She just had to be. There was no other way. But there was no point in announcing it right away. She was just so adorable, naked, hands on her head, kneeling, and genuinely nervous about the imminent tickling. Oh, he was having more fun than a person should be allowed to have, as he watched her squirm. How was he possibly this lucky??? -Maybe. Yes. Maybe not tied up. But maybe tied up. I am just imagining you totally restrained and completely defenseless. Arms and legs pulled tight -- no way out -- just mine to tickle and tickle and tickle forever and ever. Oh, you would be so adorable. You have to admit, that does sound fun, doesn -(TM)t it? Sexy, even. You wholly unprotected and utterly helpless while I mercilessly tickle-torture every inch of you? Wow. Just thinking of it makes me so incredibly hard. But yes, in fairness, I -(TM)m still deciding whether to tie you up or not. Hmm. You know what would help me decide? - -What -(TM)s that? - Kelly asked, not believing that she was playing into his insanity -"but at the same time, unable to stop herself. -I think I need you to stand up and go lay down on the bed. I think if I could look at you laying down, just all naked and lying on the bed, it would help me decide whether you need to be tied up for the tickling. Anxious to get off her knees and remove her hands from her head, Kelly scrambled back up onto the bed. She laid down in a way that somewhat covered her breasts and privates. Ah, a moment of modesty. She knew it wouldn -(TM)t last. And her ass and feet were still uncomfortably exposed. But yes. Just a bit of a reprieve. Mike stood up and walked to the bed. He liked what he saw. Her adorable curves. Her perfectly smooth skin. -Kelly, I don -(TM)t know how you did it, but you have got the most tickleable body in the world. And as much fun as it would be to kind of tickle-wrestle you, and we will have to do that some other time, I think you need to be tied up for this inaugural tickling. - Dumbfounded, she managed to emit a barely audible, -Inaugural tickling? - -Oh, absolutely. If you react anywhere close to how I think you -(TM)ll react, we -(TM)re going to have to do this a lot. I mean -- a lot. But don -(TM)t worry. You won -(TM)t need to be tied up every time. Of course, you -(TM)ll always be naked. That -(TM)s a given. I mean, you -(TM)re way too cute to not be naked while you -(TM)re tickled. Frankly, I think you should be naked all the time when we -(TM)re together. Whenever you come over to the apartment. Strip. Right off the bat. Just strip naked. I think we'll have to start doing that. Most certainly. But in terms of tickling, no, you won -(TM)t always have to be tied up. Usually, but not always. But for this one? For this first time? Absolutely. Tied up. It -(TM)s the only way to go. Wrists and ankles tied to the bed. Perfectly and entirely vulnerable. So cute. Oh, it will be so much fun. - What was going on??? Mike is just assuming this is okay? To tie her up? To have a whole future tickling calendar planned out? That she -(TM)ll always be naked? That she'll just strip on demand from here on out? How was this okay??? No way was any of this going to happen!!! Attempting to assert herself, Kelly timidly offered, -Mike, I -(TM)m going to have to say -- - Already pulling some neckties out of his closet to use as makeshift restraints, Mike didn -(TM)t even let her finish her thought. -Oh, this is going to be a day to remember! - Without pausing for any resistance, Mike took her wrists and bound them to the bed posts. Kelly wasn -(TM)t even thinking of the exposure anymore. Her nakedness was no longer a consideration whatsoever. All she could do was prepare to mentally and physically brace herself against the tickling. Before she knew it, her right ankle was restrained as well. Mike stood above her with one more necktie. He reached out and firmly -"yet gently -"took her left foot in his hands. In that simple move, she felt the full force of his masculinity. Still, it was a gentle masculinity. She never felt unsafe or threatened at all. To the contrary, and much to her disbelief, she felt extremely safe and well cared for in Mike -(TM)s hands. She had completely given in. She was relinquishing absolute control over her body. In doing so, she felt weak and went completely limp, yet her heart was pounding a mile a minute. There was zero resistance in her. Zero. And as much as she was dreading the tickling, she was simultaneously looking forward to the feel of his hands all over her body. She began to squirm a bit in anticipation. Mike slowly wrapped the necktie around her ankle, pulled it tight, and fastened it securely to the other bedpost. He stood back to look at her. He seemed to be in no hurry, pursuing every inch, imagining how she would feel; how she would react; how she would contort her body in response to his touch. How sexy she would look. Feel. Sound. And at the same time, she looked up at him with expectation. With fear. With adorable powerlessness. And yes, with more than a touch of physical desire. -Wow, Kelly. You are such a good sport about this. I really can -(TM)t believe it. I thought you were just going to kind of pull up your top and twirl around for me, and that would have been that. But here you are. Totally naked, tied to my bed, about to endure the most delicious tickling session ever. I owe you one. I -(TM)ll definitely need to take you to the movies or something to thank you for this. This is really amazing. Again, you are just such a good sport! - What the fuck??? He would have been happy with just being flashed??? How did this possibly happen? Take her to the movies sometime? Are you fucking kidding??? Mike looked at her. -Now, because I -(TM)m such a gentleman, I -(TM)ll let you tell me if are any parts of you that you don -(TM)t want me to tickle. - Kelly breathed a huge sigh of relief. She couldn -(TM)t believe her luck. -Yes, please. - -Okay. What parts of you do you not want me to tickle. - -My feet and my upper, inner thighs. - -Oh, my. - Mike genuinely felt bad for the misunderstanding. -I didn -(TM)t mean that. I mean, your feet and thighs are absolutely getting worked over. Really getting the full treatment. And as an aside, thank you for the heads up that those are your most sensitive areas. That will help a lot. But no, I meant more like your intimate areas. Like your breasts or your privates. You know. Just because I -(TM)m a gentleman. I didn -(TM)t want to overstep my bounds. - Kelly couldn -(TM)t believe what she was hearing. What kind of alternate reality was he living in where any of this was gentlemanly??? Kelly spoke up. -I thought that went without saying. That you wouldn -(TM)t tickle my private areas. My breasts, or privates, or butt. - Mike had to clarify. -Oh, no. I -(TM)m tickling you everywhere. But again, because I -(TM)m a gentleman, I -(TM)ll let you pick one of those three areas to not be tickled. Breasts, privates, or ass. - What kind of horrid decision was this that she had to make??? Resigned, Kelly said, -I guess, just don -(TM)t touch my privates. - Again, genuinely sorry for the miscommunication, Mike said, -Oh, my goodness. I -(TM)m so sorry, Kelly. I -(TM)ll be touching you everywhere. I just meant about tickling. But I -(TM)ll agree to not tickle your privates. You know -- for the sake of making you laugh and scream. But, yeah. Touching? That -(TM)s everywhere. Kelly was utterly speechless. Helpless. Hopeless. Submissive in the truest sense. She was all his. Mike looked at her. -Well, Kelly, my friend, I guess it -(TM)s time to start. - Kelly nervously asked, -How about you tickle me for five minutes? - Mike smiled from ear to ear. Poor Kelly. Poor, tied up, naked, defenseless Kelly. -Oh, I don -(TM)t think we should restrict ourselves to any particular time limit. I guess, just whenever I -(TM)ve had enough. But I have to say, looking at how adorable you are, if you react to the tickling in any way like I think you will, I think we -(TM)ll be doing this for a while. A good long while. Let -(TM)s not rush it. - Mike gently put the tips of his fingers to her smooth, toned belly, holding them still against her skin. His touch made her quake, and the tickling hadn -(TM)t even started yet. She felt his warmth and, ironically, found it comforting. But that wouldn -(TM)t last long. No. Not long at all. -And you know what -(TM)s so much fun about this? - Mike asked, Kelly just looked up at him with her helpless eyes. She emitted a meek, -What? - -I -(TM)m just imagining you begging me to stop. You pleading and begging. Offering me a deal. Anything to stop the tickling. Through your screams and laughter and squirming and writhing. But the most fun is that I will simply not stop. Never. I -(TM)ll just keep going and going and going. And when I find those extreme tickle spots, I -(TM)ll just dig in and linger. It -(TM)s going to be amazing. Just amazing. Life-changing, really. - Kelly timidly said, -Are you sure we have to do this? - Mike grinned. -Oh, yes. I -(TM)m sure. Quite sure. - He paused. -It -(TM)s time, - he said. Their eyes locked. And then, painfully slowly, Mike said, -And in three -- two -- one -- - -FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The Tennis Match by edithdick Mike began with her feet. It had been so long since she had had anybody tickled her, Kelly began kicking uncontrollably. Well, for as much as the restraints would allow her to kick. It wasn -(TM)t enough to slow Mike down as he continued gently stroking the soles of her feet. For an instant, she had a memory of the last time she had been tickled. She was thirteen and was spending the night with her cousin Rachael and Rachael -(TM)s friends. Everyone else was fifteen, and so she had been their toy for the evening. Playing dress up and practicing putting on her makeup. When Rachael revealed how ticklish Kelly had been as a little girl, the group decided to test it. They held her down and began tickling her. She kicked and screamed, but they kept it up. She had no idea how long it went, but by the time they had stopped, she had wet herself. And not a small squirt of pee, but a full bladder that soaked her pajamas. Aunt Peggy refused to let her run the washer so late at night, so she had to finish the sleepover in her bathing suit, since she had no other clothes she could sleep in. That was the most humiliating experience of her childhood and she had vowed to never let herself be tickled like that again. She grimaced as she realized that Mike was now breaking that vow for her. It WAS different tonight than it had been back then. For one, Mike with not a group of giggling girls. Mike was Mike and she was naked. Kelly had already been turned on for the past hour. She was lying there as the tickling started. Kicking and squirming as much as she could, the tickling, though just on her feet was causing a spasm that affected her entire body. It was slow at first. Like a wave of sensation, a combination of fear and extreme joy that somehow didn -(TM)t contradict each other. It rolled through her body from her ankles to her shoulder blade. Slowly another wave ran through her. She arched her back trying to get it to stop, but there was no availing this jolt of pleasure and pain that was suddenly overcoming her. In between waves, she was aware of her body, lying naked on Mike -(TM)s bed. Sweat trickled down from her forehead to the back of her neck. Another wave, quicker this time. Mike was still there, he hadn -(TM)t made it to her knee yet, but she was now writhing to the left, twisting to the right and trying to get this experience to slow down just a bit so she could savor it. This was NOT like being tickled as a girl. This was AWESOME! Another wave and she felt something new this time. After the wave had passed, there remained a tingling sensation in her abdomen. At some point she had closed her eyes and was afraid to open them again. Mike was somewhere down there tickling her, and she had this distinct pleasure that ran from her belly button to her buttocks. The waves of pleasure and pain continued to increase their pace, her back arched further each time and each time she would relax. The tingling in her mid-section increased with each wave and she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. Another wave. Another wave. Faster they came. She pulled against the restraints on her hands, not to make him stop, but because she longed to touch her vagina just a little to release the pressure that was building inside. Another wave. She arched all the way. Her middle was lifted up off of the bed and she suspended herself on her feet and shoulder blades. Finally, Kelly heard herself moaning. With a release, she collapsed into the bed. Kelly lay there panting for a few minutes. Mike was no longer tickling her. She opened her eyes and scanned the dimly lit room. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust and then she spotted Mike, sitting at the corner of the bed near her feet. He looked terrified. -Wha- - She began. -What happened? - -Almost as soon as I started, you spasmed. - He told her. -When I was younger, I knew a kid with epilepsy. They always told us, if he has a seizure, we shouldn -(TM)t touch him. Just make sure he doesn -(TM)t hurt himself. - Mike really sounded shaken. -It wasn -(TM)t a seizure! - She shouted. She had just experienced her first ever full body orgasm and was feeling humiliated and vulnerable. She didn -(TM)t understand why it was coming out as anger though. Because I don -(TM)t want to tell him what really just happened! she concluded. -Sorry. - She said more softly. -Please untie me. - Mike did so, quickly releasing her. Kelly popped out of bed, eager to be dressed again and have at least the bet behind her. Mike was still sitting on the bed when she returned, still looking unsettled. -I -(TM)m sorry, Mike. I tend to lose control when I am tickled. - She admitted. -Did I pee on your bed? - Mike dabbed his hand onto the sheets where her butt had been resting. He smelled his fingers before speaking. -It -(TM)s pretty wet here, but I don -(TM)t think it is urine. - He told her. Another jolt of embarrassment darkened her face for a second. -Okay, good. - She said slowly. At least she didn -(TM)t have to feel ashamed of having wet his bed. -I promise not to do that to you again. - Mike told her. Kelly sat on the bed next to him and whispered, -Don -(TM)t make promises you can -(TM)t keep. - -What was that? - Mike asked. -I said, I think I need some sleep. - Kelly lied. Mike adjusted the pillows for the two of them and they lay down together for the first time. No sex, not after what just happened. But no sleep for Kelly either. She just lay there the entire night trying to remember everything that she had just experienced. When they got up the next morning, Kelly was still feeling happy. The Tennis Match by edithdick Kelly screamed in anticipation of what she knew was coming. Her writhing, kicking and screaming while Mike tormented her with tickling. She knew if it went on too long, she would pee all over his bed. Actually, that part didn -(TM)t bother her so much, since he deserved it sleep in a wet bed after this. But so far he hadn -(TM)t touched her. Kelly opened her eyes and looked at Mike, who had moved to the foot of the bed. He was sitting there smiling at her but hadn -(TM)t started touching her. -Just get it over with! - She shouted. What am I saying? she wondered. Maybe he had changed his mind. Maybe he was just teasing her and wasn -(TM)t going to tickle her after all. Instead of answering, Mike got up and casually strolled out of the room. This WAS torture. Where was he going? Kelly tested the restraints. She thought if she escaped before he got back she could talk her way out of the rest of this. No luck. She was trapped. After an agonizing minute, Mike returned holding a large jar. What is that? she thought. It looked to be a jar of flower petals, but -- they were oddly moving. Where did he get that? How did he get that? Why did he get that!?! Closing the door, Mike lifted the jar over his head and opened it. He then turned it upside down, spilling the contents out. They didn -(TM)t fall exactly, instead 100 -(TM)s of butterflies began swarming all over the room. Kelly stared in amazement as the beautiful creatures fluttered past her again and again. Occasionally some would land here or there, but mostly they just flew around the room in search of something. Mike had taken his position at the foot of the bed again and now had something in his hand that looked like a large eye dropper. -What is that? - Kelly asked. -Nectar. - Mike responded and immediately, gently began dabbing each of her toes. -Why? - Kelly asked, but Mike had already stood up and backed away to watch the show. In a few minutes, one of the butterflies had discovered the treat on one of her toes. It gently landed and began sipping the nectar. One lone butterfly doesn -(TM)t tickle. But after it began, others noticed as well. Soon there were dozens of butterflies crowded onto her feet, their tiny little feet clinging gently to her. Fluttering their wings to ward one another off or maintain balance. With so many, Kelly -(TM)s sensitive skin began to crawl. -Mike, please stop. I don -(TM)t want to hurt them. - She pleaded. It DID tickle. Not a lot, but she had to fight hard to keep herself from kicking them off. -Hold still then. - He told her patiently, as he moved back to dab a little nectar on her ankles. More butterflies landed to get their supper. It was agonizing trying not to move a muscle. Mike drew little circles on her knees and the butterfly swarm continued migrating up her legs. Kelly had to clench her fists to concentrate on not wriggling. The more butterflies that landed on her the more it tickled. Mike dabbed her thighs. Then gracefully skipped her most sensitive part and moved up to her belly. The butterflies did NOT skip her most sensitive part, as they were now crawling all over the lower half of her body. Mike was still working on her stomach. -Are you writing your name or something? - She asked. -I -(TM)m writing something. - Mike said with a chuckle. Finally, Mike had dabbed around her supple breasts, circling her areolas and dabbing a small dot on the top of each nipple. As the butterflies made their way onto her chest, she gently blew on them, chasing them away. This type of tickling, with her unwilling to move, lest she crush one of the beautiful little butterflies, was maddening. Every inch of Kelly -(TM)s body was getting gently stimulated and she couldn -(TM)t let herself try to stop it. Kelly railed her hands against the restraints. She screamed over and over trying to get it to stop, but the butterflies ignored her and continued munching on their dinner. -Mmmike pllleeeeeeeeaaaase ssssstoooooppp iiiiiit! - Kelly felt her body shaking, shivering really. She couldn -(TM)t control it and began to lose track of everything except the butterflies that were still crawling all over her. Finally, she did the only thing she could think of, -Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh - Kelly screamed. Kelly felt something scrape across her left leg. Through tears, she opened her eyes and saw Mike scooping up the butterflies with a little net. He methodically was placing them back into the jar, where he had set the nectar. In a few minutes the butterflies were back in their home and the jar was sealed once again. Kelly was still crying and shaking in wonder when Mike untied her. He gave her a hug and helped her up, but she didn -(TM)t want to move for a while. That was the most intense, sensual experience she had ever had in her life. For the next two hours, Kelly sat in Mike -(TM)s recliner, cradling the jar of butterflies, whispering happy thoughts to them. She was so glad she hadn -(TM)t hurt any of these wonderful little creatures. Mike made them both a cup a tea and they sat together the rest of the night. Kelly hadn -(TM)t even bother to get dressed, she just wanted to be with the butterflies a while longer. -Mike? - Kelly said, after a while. -Yea, Kelly? - Mike responded. -Where did the butterflies come from? - She asked. -It -(TM)s migration season. - Mike answered. -I -(TM)ve been collecting them for the past three days. Tomorrow I -(TM)ll be delivering that jar to the botanical gardens, downtown. - -Oh. - Kelly said, a soft smile parting her perfect lips. -Can we visit them some times? - -Any time you want. - Mike assured her. -Any time you want. - The Tennis Match by josh Kelly was tied up on the bed, spread-eagle, completely vulnerable. She had zero chance of stopping the upcoming nonstop tickling, most of which would likely be targeted at the spot she probably considered most private, her feet. Mike got close to the bed and crouched down, bringing himself close to her feet. She could almost feel his breath on him. He lifted just one finger and moved it towards her left foot, almost touching it. Right when it seemed to Kelly that he couldn't have been more than a centimeter away, he moved his finger away. Mike decided that it would -(TM)ve been too easy to start with the feet. It was what she was most nervous about, sure, but then the anticipation, the sweating, the nervous trembling of every word she begged, they would -(TM)ve been over just like that. This way, Kelly might think that Mike forgot about her feet, that he would be compassionate and let her go before he got to them. All that hope would burst in a final spur of embarrassment and pleasure. Mike started with the simplest place, her stomach. He started with just one finger, gently moving it up and down her stomach and chest. Kelly -(TM)s breath was already shaking and Mike hadn -(TM)t even really started. The feeling of Mike -(TM)s finger on her naked body flipped some switches in her brain, turning the sensitivity or her skin up to 1000. Mike was careful to move his finger just between her two breasts, not giving any satisfaction to her clearly hard nipples. Kelly -(TM)s breath began to shake more. Mike then moved into his first real bit of tickling. He added the rest of his fingers into the mix, still careful to not touch Kelly -(TM)s breasts, not quite yet. Kelly began to laugh/moan as she began to shake and twist around. Her skin was so so sensitive and it was feeling the full effect of Mike -(TM)s fingers. As Mike moved his fingers up and down Kelly -(TM)s front side, he took notice of her tendency to arch her back, almost to escape the burning of the tickling happening up front. Of course, Mike couldn -(TM)t let Kelly have an escape. She wasn -(TM)t allowed to have relief, or even a brief second of relaxation. Mike waited for the perfect moment. He pumped up the speed of his tickling up front, even letting his fingers -accidentally - walk over Kelly -(TM)s breast. Right as his index finger glided over her very stiff and very sensitive nipple, Kelly arched her back in a moment of complete and utter ecstasy. Just then, Mike launched his attack. Keeping his left hand working on her breast, Mike essentially laid on top of Kelly on the bed and moved his right hand to her back. Kelly let out another scream/laugh/moan and she now had two hands covering most of her body in tickles. Mike's left hand moving over her nipples caused her to arch her back and his right hand attacking her back caused her to try to arch it even further, but the restraints stopped her moving too far in the air. As he noticed Kelly getting a bit too comfortable, Mike decided to try out something new. He suddenly dug both of his knuckles into Kelly -(TM)s armpits and began to tickle. Kelly burst into a fit of giggles and moans at the sudden new sensation. -Aww, are you ticklish there? - Mike asked rhetorically. He continued to really dig his fingers into her armpits and use his body to almost stop the wild thrashing of her body. Kelly -(TM)s body launched into a weird feeling of pleasure, pain, and frustration. With Mike's body holding her in place, she was unable to move at all. Kelly had no escape from the tickling. Mike decided that this was a great time to launch his first secret weapon. Mike's hands now moved down her body. He gave Kelly a moment of simple pleasure as he let his left hand work on her privates, alone. He gave Kelly about three seconds before deciding that was enough. Mike continued working on her privates with his left hand, but dug his right hand into her upper, inner thigh, similar to how he did with her armpits. Kelly was now stuck in two different worlds. In one, a feeling of pure euphoria. Especially after all the tickling and torture, Mikes hand moving all around her slit felt incredible. But she kept getting pulled out of that euphoria into the other world. Pure torture. Mike was using her information against her, with his fingers dug into her thigh moving at what must -(TM)ve been a few hundred miles per hour. At least that -(TM)s how it felt to Kelly. Kelly was experiencing a weird sensation, however. It was almost as if the tickling on her thighs was no longer pain, but a strange sense of pleasure as well. Kelly began to arch her back again as she closed her eyes, focusing all of her energy on the sensations she was feeling. Kelly arched and arched, laughed and laughed, moaned and moaned, until suddenly all of these feelings combined into one explosion of ecstasy. Kelly let out her loudest moan yet as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. After about another minute of prolonged post-orgasm torture, Mike finally let Kelly go. At least that -(TM)s what Kelly was supposed to think. The orgasm had messed with her mind and as she enjoyed the feelings, she completely forgot about her feet. Unfortunately, Mike hadn -(TM)t forgotten about them. He allowed Kelly about 20 seconds of her relaxation before he launched his final attack, his grand finale. Mike went all in on Kelly -(TM)s feet. -NO! NO! NO! - Kelly yelled. She thought that Mike would allow her to bask in her pleasure. Kelly felt the sensitivity and frustration and pain all come rushing back into her feet. All she wanted was for Mike for stop but judging by what he had said earlier and the look on his face, Kelly was in for a long night.