A Switches Fantasy - by tickle slave

A Switch's Fantasy
by tickle slave (a.k.a ticklslav)

There you'd be, tied up to the bed, naked and spread-eagle. I'd start with those oh-so-sensitive feet. First you'd feel my hands gently massaging your soles. Gotta wake those nerve endings up a bit. Pushing firmly agianst your instep, my thumbs would be rubbing each and every muscle...stroking up and down. Next, I'd begin to brush my finger tips across your now- sensitized skin...wiggling and wiggling, dancing all over the bottom of your feet. Oh...you're really starting to feel it now, your body's beginning to shake, and cute little giggles are escaping every once in a while....mmmMMMMmmm, I'm going to enjoy this. I grab a stiff bristled brush in each hand, and LIGHTLY scrape it up and down both your soles. Each bristle triggering hundreds of nerve ending...sending wave upon wave of tickles up through your body. Oh, what a beautiful laugh you've got...you're trying SO HARD not to let me hear it...but its just too much.

The bristles SLOWLY tracing every little curve of your heel and instep. Then I move the brushes up to the balls of your feet and that sensitive area where your cute little toes connect to the feet. Dragging the brushes back and forth across the area...your feet are wiggling SO MUCH...the sensations must be incredible!! To increase the feelings, I take one hand a gently pull the toes back away from the ball of your foot...stretching the skin tight and exposing those super-sensitve areas. Rather than the using the hair brush, I pull out a hard-bristled toothbush...just the right size to squeeze into those small areas and torture each and every nerve ending! I beging to slowly and gently "brush" your toes...making sure to get both underneath them, on the ball of your foot, and between them....oh, how you're giggling and wiggling! Trying so desperately to curl your toes to protect the areas...ha ha ha! Then its over to the other foot...tickling, brushing and scaping....it seems like I could never tire of of this! Then, with your nerve endings on fire and screaming for relief...I begin to a rub COLD, wet ice cube up and down your instep, under and between your toes...oh how you're squealing with delight!!!! Trying oh-so-hard to pull your feet away from the relentless tickling, but to no avail...it keeps on comming...fingers, brushes, and ice cubes...on and on and on...

Now that I've got your attention....I begin to slowly make my way up your beautiful, trembling body. Lightly caressing your shins and calves....first slowly and sensuously, then more quickly. Every once in a while giving an little poke or grab, just to watch your reaction....ha ha ha!

"So," I say, "are you going to tell me where your ticklish spots are?" But you're giggling so hard, the only other sound you can make is a gasp for breath. "Not willing to talk, hmmm?" Just more giggles...."I guess I'll just have to work a little harder then"

Going up your shins and calves...I approach your knees. My fingers wiggle their way under the backs of your knees and begin dancing. Wiggling and wiggling...hmmm, are you giggling because of what I'm doing, or because the memory of what I did before still has you laughing? It doesn't really matter...I'll just keep on going...ha ha ha. Lets try the tops of your knees.. a little poking and grabbing right and the bottom of your thighs...oh how that makes you jump! You poor, poor thing...you've been laughing for nearly half an hour now....I think I'll give you a LITTLE rest.

Going for the more erotic than ticklish...I take the featherduster and gently run it up and down your inner thighs. I can hear the moans of pleasure mingled with slight giggles as dozens and dozens of feathers are slowly, gently dragged back and forth across your skin...back and forth, ever-so-slowly..."Are you going to tell me what I want to know?"....back and forth...."or should I go back to really tickling?"...back and forth....all I hear are soft moans and giggles, as your mind reels in the mix of sensations.

Well, I guess its on to those lovely hips. HA HA HA. I jolt you back into reality as my hands clamp down on your defenseless hips. Squeals of surprise echo in the room as my fingers and hands dance wildly up and down your sides....each fingertip searching between every one of your ribs....poking and prodding. Then its back down to the hips...squeezing and grabbing..."Are you ready to talk?" Again, nothing but wild, frenzied giggling. I guess you're just having too much fun...hee hee

My hands continue to dance up and down your sides until they make their way up to your tender underarm. There, my fingers wiggle and wiggle...teasing each and every nerve...then they begin to dig DEEP into your flesh...gaining access to nerves you wouldn't have believe existed! Ohhh how you're squirming and thrashing....TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE! Just to tease a little more, I gently caress your forarms and biceps with my fingertips...then it's back to your tender little underarms!

OH, I almost forgot...your poor, defenseless tummy...hee hee hee. My probing fingers jump from your underarms and begin to tease your tummy. All ten of my fingers wiggling and wiggling...then, as with your underarms, they begin probing. Working deep into your stomach muscles...hitting every nerve end wiggling...Oh, my poor, poor dear....you must be getting tired of laughing so hard, for so long! But that grin on your face tells me otherwise...you're reveling in all this! Laughing and laughing as I tickle you unrelentlessly...all the while a bright grin across your face...ha ha ha ha!

Not wanting to overwork any one area....I pick up the feather duster again, and start to dust your sensitive, expectant breasts....oh, how you giggle as the feathers are dragged oh-so- slowly and gently across your hypersensitive skin...back and forth...round and around...I take the handle and place it between the palms of my hands and begin spinning it wildly...like a brush in a car wash...I rub the feathers over and around your breasts...occassionally smothering them completely in a blurr of soft, tickling feathers...TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE!

So, will you tell me where your special spots are? H mmm? No? Well I guess it's back to the feet again.....fingers, brushes, and ice cubes...ha ha ha ha! Oh, you're squirming SO MUCH!! And if that doesn't work, maybe I'll just try soemthing else ....maybe a little rubbing and licking here and there...bringing you to edge of orgasm for about an hour or so...might change your mind....hmmm? Oh, I can just imagine, after hours of tickling, you'd be feeling SO MUCH already...every sensual touch would be accentuated! And the contrast between the sexual stimulation and tickling! mmmMMMmmm! Back and forth, back and forth....each touch like a lightning bolt to your brain! Moans of ecstacy mingling with the laughter of intense tickling....TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE....the sensitivity of each and every nerve hightened...oh, how your poor feet would react to the brushes now....your ribs, underarms, and tummy to my fingers...your breasts and thighs to the light whispery touch of the feather duster...ha ha ha ha!

Will you tell me where I should tickle you next? Won't you let me give you what you so richly deserve? Once you tell me where they are...I promise I'd use them just enough to send you ROCKETING into orgasm...oh, how you'd writhe and squirm as I tickled and tickled, until at last, your body would rock and jolt in an unbelievable release of passion! mmmMMMMMMMmmmmmm! Then, as your nerves slowly regained their composure, I'd untie you and hold you in my arms...whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Just cuddling...until, of course, you regain your strength enough to suprise and tickle me...tying me down and exacting your own sweet revenge....(gulp!)