The Ticklish Trials of Dman & theAZNstr8boi
Part II- Feathers
As I laid there catching my breath, he ran to...his bathroom? What on Earth...he returned a moment later, grinning wickedly, while he closely examined a plastic-bristled hairbrush.
“I think you’ll remember this little item from our role play sessions. Maybe I should have been more clear when you asked me what I had planned for this little visit of yours. I’m going to tickle you and there’s no one here, and no escape. I’m going to tickle you, and that’s all there is to it. I’ll tickle you till you’re too tired to move, then I’ll tie you up, and tickle you more. I’ll use every tool in this house on you until I make you beg. And then you know what I'll do? I’ll tickle you more.”
I gulped, as he walked closer to me, the hairbrush outstretched in his hand, coming closer to my feet...
The last thing I remembered was brushing...constant brushing. Brayden emerged from that bathroom with his hairbrush ready, and that evil grin on his face. I can’t even tell you how long he brushed away at my helpless, sweating feet. But I can say that I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants. Luckily though, I didn’t. But by the time he let up on me, I was too tired to do anything, except accidentally nod out for a while. It was still the early afternoon and I was experiencing jet lag from my flight. But that turned out to be a mistake.
I came to. I definitely wasn’t in the bedroom. I heard whirring....whirring? What in the hell was going on? It was then that I noticed I was....in the living room? And apparently in a chair. I woke up and tried stretching, only to realize that I was tied down with thick white rope. My wrists tied together, above my head. The rope must have led under the reclining chair I was tied to, pulling my arms tightly upwards. My ankles were strung together and the rope must have lead underneath the chair as well, because I was incapable of moving them either. The footrest was propped up and I was arched at a slight angle, in a fair-sized living room with wooden floors. The blue armchair I was restrained to was, quite comfy, but still didn’t make my position anymore enjoyable. God it was hot in here! At least below my ankles, I thought they were on fire at first! As I looked down at my feet though, I figured out where the loud whirring was coming from. Brayden was kneeling at my feet, with two hairdryers, going up and down my feet.
I knew that putting heat on his barefeet would make them more sensitive, so what better way than to use hair dryers right? So, by his surprise, I started hair drying his feet so to speak, getting them nice and warm and VERY sensitive! He tried squirming away, but he wasn’t going anywhere, that’s for sure! As I kept the hair dryers on his feet, his soles became a shade of pink and I could tell they were working their magic. I kept going up and down his now super sensitive barefeet with them and all he could do is sit there and take it!
“How does this feel on your feet eh?”
“What are you doing to me!?”
“Well, in order to make your feet more sensitive, I thought I’d heat them up a little bit with these lovely hair dryers!”
“Heat them up? What are you gonna do to me?!”
“I think I remember you said that you like feathers, right?”
“Oh god...you’re not gonna...” I felt my heart sink.
“Um... not gonna what my friend?” giving him an evil glare.
And then I saw him reach down, below my vision, under the footrest. With his evil grin, he stared down at the two large, black ostrich dusters in his hands.
“Aha! Here we go, you like these type of feathers?”
“Comeon...not my feet..please..” My heart started pounding as I saw him twirling them in his hands, now staring me down, as I waited for his next move...
“Now, let’s see how well they work on your feet, shall we? I started to twirl them up and down his soles and immediately I got a reaction!
“OHohogohodhahahahaha!” The second I felt the black ostrich feathers touch my pink, heated arches- I knew I was in for a lot of laughter. And he didn’t let up on me. He kept twirling them, up and down, in different directions, slowly upon my arches.
“Hmmm... I think the hair dryers are working!” I kept going up and down his soles and along his arches.
“Now, how about both of them on your right foot?”
And then he switched both of the dusters to my right foot, stroking them in opposite directions, up and down my right arch, back and forth- all over my heated skin until I felt a bead of sweat form on my brow. Oh my GOD it tickled. What’s worse is that he KNEW I was feather ticklish, I had stupidly told him so a long time ago online, and when I say feather ticklish- I mean it. He never broke eye contact with me, glaring at me, loving every second of my agony, and I could do nothing but throw my head back and laugh, open mouthed- until he gave me mercy.
“Oh yeah, what about here?” I began to tickle under his left toes, while I held both dusters in my right hand, and on his right foot. Needless to say, I think I found his weak spot on his feet! You should have seen him jerk, I thought he was gonna go flying out of the chair. Luckily, it’s harder to move when you’re restrained...heh, heh...
“NOHOHOAHAHAHAHA!!! Nothaheaha underhaha theheha toeshahehaahahahaaaaaaa!”
I was losing my mind between having TWO large dusters torturing my one foot, and having his nails scratching at that spot under my toes- my absolute breaking point. I squirmed and writhed in my bonds, hoping I could loosen them.
“Well, I think you being feather ticklish is wicked awesome! I have some more feathers that I think you’ll like my friend!” I stopped tickling under those ticklish toes of his, still using my dusters to torment his right foot, switching to his left every so often, and then I pulled out several large eagle feathers, making sure to raise them high enough so he could see them waving in the air.
“Wh-what are yoouoho gonna dohoho withehahaha thaha-thohohosehaha!?” I wasn’t sure how much more of the dusters I could take, they were torturing me senseless.
“Let’s see... where could these ones go now... oh, I know!” And I started to glide them in between each of his ticklish toes and he went bonkers! I didn’t know his toes were that ticklish, but you bet I took advantage of that! Sawing those large eagle feathers in between every toe and watching him lose control, such a dream come true.
“Oohohogodheahaha plehehasehahaha stahahahap!!!! Mercyeahahahahaha!” I don’t know how he was doing it- both of those damn dusters were still brushing and stroking my left foot now, and with his other hand- he held four of those eagle feathers, sawing them back and forth between my feet, and I felt moisture start to collect between my toes. Sweat and heat. GREAT combination, by the way, if you’re trying to survive tickle torture. He was reducing me to pleading.
“Want me to stop eh? But this is way too much fun and look how much you’re laughing, that must mean you’re enjoying this as much as I am, right?” I kept tickling his feet like crazy and he kept begging and pleading me to stop, but did I? NOPE!
“Ohohohonohohohahaha anythingheahahaha buthehaha thehehe feeeeheheheeheeeet!”
“Anything?” I smiled again as I made a point to increase speed on the dusters...
“Yehaheahaysheahahaha!!!!!! Jushthaha stahahahap!!!!”
Bingo. I instantly put the dusters down, but left the eagle feathers where they were- right between his ticklish toes, as I stood up and scratched a few fingernails along his arch. Had to keep the tickling going! Heh. I walked over to the spare bathroom, and retrieved two more of my new favorite torturing tools. I returned to find Dan panting and breathing heavily, enjoying his very short break.
“What are you doing?!”
I didn’t say anything, but he must have wondered what two more hair dryers were doing in my hands. I took the ones I had out already and placed them on the base of the foot rest, next to his feet- and attached them with a bit of duct tape, and turned them on high. Now the heat could work their magic a bit more, while I prepped a couple other tickle spots. I moved behind him, and plugged the other two hair dryers in, lowered them to his exposed, hairy armpits, and turned them both on high.
“Just relax. We’re gonna make sure these pits are NICE and sweaty before I feather torture them.” I aimed the hair dryers right in the center of his pits, where I knew it’d work best and kept it there. From time to time, I’d lightly poke or tickle at his pit hair and wow... his pits were definitely TICKLISH! The heat from the hair dryers were doing their job and his pits became more and more sensitive, as he could feel his pits getting sweaty, which was my master plan all along.
I felt drips of sweat trickle down my brown haired pits, all I was able to see were Brayden’s hands holding the dryers, and my feet felt like they were on fire. I could feel them slickening with sweat too, and he must have known it was getting to me.
“How are the feet doing?” I chuckled.
“Oh man they’re soaking!”
“Good!” I said. “After I get tired of these sweaty pits, I’ll be sure to work them over for a longggg time. I’m gonna feather you till you lose your mind, Dan.” After scratching lightly at his one pit and seeing him jump, I figured they were ready. I turned off the dryers, setting them on the table by the chair, and walked over to my little bag of tickle tools, setting it down on Dan’s lap, standing behind him, as I reached in and pulled out a handful of more stiff eagle feathers.
“Let’s see how these feel on your sensitive and sweaty pits eh?” I started to wiggle the stiff eagle feathers into his pits and oh man... his pits were so ticklish, I loved it!
“NOOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!” I bucked and screamed as the eagle feathers twirled into my sweating pits, making me writhe and squirm under each firm stroke. I did anything to try to escape it, but I was bound tight, and he laughed at my meager attempts to escape.
“How long can this go on!?”
I twirled the feathers more into his pits and he laughed like crazy and tried to escape the restraints, but no such luck for him.
“For as long as I want it to!!!” muahahahaha I kept feathering all over his pits.
I was going into hysterics, my feet were dripping, my pits were a sweaty mess, and then he took a handful of those feathers- turned them over to their quill side, and scratched hungrily at my slippery pits, until I thought I was going to piss in my pants. I screamed. I screamed even louder when the feathers were dropped, and he dug all ten of his fingers and nails into the center of my pits, swirling the hairs and scratching with evil menace in his eyes. I begged. I had tears running down my face, ANYTHING was better than this.
“Oh GOohohohadhahaha plehehehehasehaha stahahahahapppppp!!!!!!!” I screamed, as he picked up five of his feathers, and used the quill side in my right pitt, swirling his index finger hard into my other.
“Ohhh, looks like someone likes the quills eh?” I said an a devious voice as I scribbled all 5 of the quills into his pit. Making him feel every quill that was attacking his right pit.
“Ohohogodhaha pleheasehaha anythinghaha buhuhut my piththshsahahahahaaaaa!!!!” I was begging and starting to lose control of my breath, I felt myself panting in short gasps, the stiff eagle feathers were bad enough, but the quills in my hairy pits were more than I could handle. I was completely at his mercy and he wasn’t letting up anytime soon. Oh SHIT i had to piss. I was losing it, screaming my head off- and no one could hear my pleas for mercy besides Brayden, who wasn’t going to let up on me anytime soon, I feared.
“How about we try the left pit, shall we?” I picked up 5 more eagle feathers and used the quills on his left pit and he seemed to go even more crazier than ever before. I was wiggling them all over his pit and before you know it, I was tickling BOTH of his pits with the quills and man oh man, I know he was in tickle agony. He was trying to desperately to break free, but he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I just kept attacking his super ticklish pits and I was loving ever minute of it.
“OHOHOGODHAHAHAHAHASTAAHAHAHAP PLHAHALEAAAHAHAHSEHAHAHA!” And then it stopped. I couldn’t believe it. All I could hear was my panting, and the whirring of the hair dryers on my now reddening feet, as I could feel a pool of moisture on the cushion where my feet rested- sweat had been dripping from my feet for quite some time.
“Well, I think your pits have been tortured enough, so let’s move down a little bit here.” I threw the eagle feathers off the side, only to pick up some new ones. A bunch of nice, fluffy, yet sturdy blue ostrich feathers. I was running them in between my fingers as he was looking at them in fear. I started to strokes the feathers up and down his sides and well, it definitely did the trick.
“Ohohonohoho! Nothaha myhaha ticklisheaha wahahaistttt!!!!” I was in pure hell. I never knew that feathers could be an instrument of torture until today. These ostrich feathers were killing my sides, and especially my waist- one of my absolute worst, and most secret spots. I felt them brushing over my hip bones, back and forth- up and down, and then watched him grin evilly and swirl the feathers around my belly, laughing and mocking me as he tickled.
I knew how to make him howl like no other. I tickled up and down his sides, all around his belly and along his waistline at various speeds. He could barely handle it, let alone catch his breath. He just kept laughing and begging and laughing some more.
“PLehease stahahpa, please pleasehae pleaseha plsehase!” He was swirling a feather in circles over each of my hip bones, then dragging them slowly up and down my ribcage, in opposite motions. Up and down, swirling over the hipbone, criss crossing right above my pant line, through my waist, and stopping every so often to swirl and prod into my belly. My bladder was near bursting and my chest was shining with sweat. He was eating my laughter up like an animal, his eyes were full of power and determination, and this is what made him such a vicious tickler.
“Man, I never met anyone as ticklish as you are! I’m like in tickle heaven right now and knowing how ticklish you are, I’m glad to take full advantage of it!” I kept tickling all over his upperbody non-stop and I couldn’t believe how much he begged and pleaded and laughed, it was the best. I could tell I was driving him up the wall and I had no problem in doing so. After a while of torturing his upperbody, I decided to give him a little break. I dropped all of the feathers as I walked down to his feet, I bet he was wondering what I was gonna do next.
I didn’t even want my eyes open anymore. All I heard was the clicking of the hair dryers turning off, and then the pull of duct tape as he removed them from their place next to my feet. I felt him gently blow on my toes, and I giggled. Every pore of my feet was screaming, he continued blowing on my toes, left to right, slowly, making me anticipate what was to come. My whole body was sore from hysterical laughter, and there wasn’t hardly a red-mark on me, since feathers had done most of the work this time. I looked down finally and opened my eyes, to see him kneeling at my feet, his own hand wrapping around the top of one of my feet, the other hand, out of sight. He continued to blow on my toes, moving to the arch once in a while, listening to my gentle giggling, as the tears dried on my cheeks.
I never thought blowing on his feet and toes would make him giggle up a storm, but it was awesome that it did. I was having my fun blowing all over his feet, especially on his toes, they were so ticklish and sensitive. I thought it was time to really get down to business, so I reached into my bag and I pulled out 2 devices, which he couldn’t see yet. I turned them both on and all he could hear was the sound of something vibrating at high speeds, he was in for a wild ride.