Tickle story - christmas tickle - girl tickled

Christmas Tickle

Melissa was a pretty woman of 29 years. She had a great husband named Drake, who was 32, and three wonderful children. Her oldest was Mike, 10. Next in line was Paul, 8, and then Annie, 6.

It was Christmas day at Drake and Melissa's house, and the kids were in their room at 5:00 a.m., ready to see what kinds of goodies Santa Claus had brought. Melissa was really feeling the Christmas spirit as she went into her closet. She had the Sexy Santa Claus costume she had worn at Halloween, and decided it was a good time to wear it gain. A red velvet miniskirt, white turtle-neck, and a red and white Santa Claus jacket. This with a pair of white tights and knee-high, black suede boots made quite a sexy number.

After dressing, she went into the bathroom and put on a little bit of make-up, before she went into the living room, where Jake and the children were waiting.

In the living room, there were lots of toys and goodies for all three children. A few gifts in particular, were extremely well accepted. Mike and Paul were both infatuated with the policeman set they had gotten. Each set included real, steel handcuffs, a plastic belt, with pouches and a holster for a .44 caliber cap gun, plastic club, and a badge. Annie was most thrilled about her Little Granny's Knitting Kit, a kit that taught young girls how to knit, and her plastic fingernails kit.

Melissa felt so happy, watching her kids playing with their new toys. She laughed as Drake played with them. He had much more imagination than she did.

After all of the gift opening and sharing was over, Melissa went back to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed. She was so sleepy, after waking up at 5:00 a.m., that she dozed off, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She woke a few minutes later, to the sound of clicks.

When she came to her senses, she looked around her to find that Mike and Paul had cuffed her hands to the headboard, one on each side. At her feet, Annie, using the yarn from her knitting kit, had bound Melissa's feet together, and tied them securely to the frame underneath the bed.

Melissa wiggled and squirmed trying to free herself from her bondage. The handcuffs were certainly not going to give, and she did not know enough about them to realize that, being children's handcuffs, they had little switches on the bottom, that would open the handcuffs. Annie had also done an excellent job of tying her feet, having also been smart enough to take the black boots off first.

"Okay," Melissa smiled at them. "You got me. Now let Mommy go."

"No way," Mike said. "It's time for your Christmas present Mom."

"My Christmas present," her heart warmed. "What is it?"

"We can't tell you, yet, but it will make you laugh," Annie said.

Melissa wondered to herself what they had for her that would make her laugh.

She found out quickly, as Paul leaned over her, and began grabbing her ribs.

"Whoahohohoho, Paul. Don't do that, honey. Mommy's not ticklish."

She was lying, but she hoped they'd believe her.

"I think you are," Paul said. "I've seen you laugh when daddy was tickling you."

"Well, that's different, honey," she said.

Paul acted as though he didn't hear her, and continued teasing her ribs.

Melissa knew that she couldn't hold her laughter in much longer.

Annie started running her plastic fingernails along Melissa's feet. This did it for Melissa.

"Heeeeeheeeeheeeheeeheee. Haaaahaaahaahaahaahahahahahaha."

She began twisting and jerking, trying to free herself, but she wasn't going to break the handcuffs, and the yarn was wound atleast six threads thick around her ankles and around the frame.

"Ohhhhhhohohohohahahahahahahahaha. Pleeeeeeheeheehease stahop."

Mike started tickling her knees, digging his fingers in right above the kneecaps.

"This is my horse, eating corn," Mike said laughing.

Melissa felt the ticklish sensations going up and down her body, as she squealed and giggled trying to free herself.

Just then, Drake walked into the room.

"Drake!" She screamed. "Help me!"

The kids stopped.

"Now kids, you know what happens when I catch you tickling Mommy, don't you," Drake said.

"No, daddy. What?" Annie asked.

A sly grin came across Drake's face.

"I get to tickle her, too."

Melissa's eyes widened.

"Noooooooooooooo!"

Drake dropped down at Melissa's feet, and began tickling the left foot, letting Annie tickle the right. Melissa sat there screaming in laughter, watching as her feet in white tights were tickle tortured by her husband and daughter. Then Mike and Paul started up again.

This was agony, she thought to herself.

She was laughing so hard, now, that she could scarcely breath.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhaaaahaaaahaaaahaaaahaaahaaahaahaahahahahahahaha."

Drake stood up.

"Okay, you guys, she's had enough."

He reached up, and opened handcuffs, using the little switch.

Melissa watched as he opened the cuffs on her right hand.

"So that's all I would have had to do to get out?"

She felt stupid.

Annie slowly and carefully untied Melissa's feet.

Melissa had red chafe marks where the cuffs had been, but they would go away soon enough.

"How'd you like your Christmas present, Mommy," Paul asked.

"Well, Annie was right about one thing," Melissa smiled.

"What's that?" Annie asked.

"It did make me laugh."

Tickle story - Courteney Cox In The Stocks

Courteney Cox In The Stocks


Courteney Cox was on her way over to home of this new friend of her, named James. It was supposed to be a chance to meet his sister, who supposedly shared a lot of the same interests as Courteney. She had been in a hurry, so she was not dressed very well. She had on cut-off jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of white Keds.

When she arrived, she noticed that the place had a long driveway, and was surrounded by lots of trees. She was captivated by its serenity, and imagined how quiet it must be.

A ring of the doorbell, and James was there shortly. He invited Courteney in, and sat her down in the kitchen. His sister came in, and he introduced them.

"Courteney, this is Amanda. Amanda, Courteney."

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Courteney said. "Your brother has told me so much about you."

"I've heard a lot about you, too," Amanda said.

"Well, everybody, let's sit down, have some soda, and chat," James said.

Courteney and Amanda sat at the table talking, while James prepared the drinks.

As James was preparing the drinks, he slipped some sleeping drugs into Courteney's glass.

He served the drinks, and they talked about various interests.

One thing that Courteney was noticing, was that Amanda and her were nothing alike. She wondered what had ever given James the idea that they were.

Courteney began to feel weary and her eyelids were heavy.

Amanda went to freshen up, and while James was cleaning up, she went into the living room and laid down on the couch. She was soon fast asleep.

When she woke up, she quickly realized that she was not on the couch, where she had fallen asleep. She was seated in some strange contraption. It was a set of stocks. Her feet had been locked into a wooden frame at the end of the contraption. The holes through which her feet had been locked were lined with leather padding. Her knees were each tied down with leather string, to the bar that went from the foot to the head of the contraption. Her thighs were also strapped in snugly, with a leather strap of some sort. Her hands were fastened straight above her head in a set of leather cuffs, while her elbows were tied with leather string, to the vertical bar that went up behind her back.

She pulled at her restraints, trying to pull herself loose, but the restraints were strong and tight. She was going nowhere.

Then James and Amanda came walking into the room.

"Come on, ya'll. You gotta let me out of here," she said. "I've got a meeting tonight."

"We'll let you out," James said, "when we're finished."

"Finished?" Courteney said, with a quiver of fear in her voice. "What are you going to do to me."

"Well, Courteney," Amanda spoke, "I've watched you on T.V., and I've always wondered if you could stand up to my test."

"What test?" Courteney cried. "What are going to do? What you need to do is let me go right now. Otherwise, when I get out of here, you're gonna be sorry."

"My, my, my," Amanda taunted her. "You sure are pushy, for someone who's helpless."

The words struck Courteney like a rock. It had never fully settled over her until this point. She was helpless. She was at their mercy. They could do all they wanted to, and unless a miracle happened, they didn't have to let her go, until they wanted to.

"What do you want? Whatever it is, this is no way to go about getting it."

"With my methods," Amanda said, "if I wanted to, I could get whatever I wanted from you."

"You think so, huh?" Courteney was extremely frightened, but she hoped that they didn't see it.

"Yes, I do." Amanda was sure of herself.

Amanda reached out and pulled up Courteney's shirt, until it was up over her head. She then wedged the shirt into a piece of the wood, so that it would stay up.

"Whaddya wanna do, look at my tits?" Courteney asked. "Are you queer, or something?"

Amanda began dragging her fingers down Courteney's sides.

Courteney tried to lean away from it, but she was held in place by the restraints. She let out a faint giggle, and then another.

Amanda began to move a little faster.

Courteney started giggling some more. Before long, she couldn't hold it in, and bursted out into wild laughter.

"Aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaha. Heeheeheeheeheehee. Stohohop it."

Amanda walked around behind her, and put one hand to work on each side.

Courteney was laughing and struggling, trying to evade those experienced tickling fingers.

"Nooohohohohohoo. Pleeheeheeheease. stohohohohop."

Amanda dug her fingers in to Courteney's ribs, and Courteney let out a high pitched shriek, and then began laughing much louder and more violently than before.

"Aaaaaaahahahahahahaaahaaahaaahaaahaaa. Nohohohohohohohohoho."

She was squirming and screaming, screaming and squirming.

There was no escape from the probing of those long fingernails.

Amanda moved up into Courteney's armpits, wiggling her fingers and dragging her nails in and out, back and forth.

Courteney was laughing insanely, and uncontrollably, now. She was trying hard to breathe, but she could barely get any air in, before she blew it all back out, as Amanda hit another extremely ticklish spot.

Amanda continued tickling around Courteney's ribs and armpits, as Courteney violently laugh and struggled. Just as Courteney was about to lose conciousness, Amanda stopped.

Amanda gave Courteney a minute or two to catch her breath.

After a minute, Amanda looked at James.

"Okay, you're turn."

James smiled, and walked to the foot of the contraption, where Courteney's feet stuck helplessly out of the stocks.

He began untying her left shoe.

By now, Courteney had caught her breath and she started pleading.

"No, please. Amanda was right. Her methods worked. I'll give you anything."

"Oh, I don't want anything," James said, "except to hear you laugh when I tickle these gorgeous feet. I've always wanted to tickle them."

"Nooooooo," Courteney whined.

James removed the left shoe, and then began untying the right. When he had removed them both, he began wiggling his fingers, about a half-inch away from Courteney's feet.

She could feel it coming, and shrieked before he even touched her.

"EEEeeeeheeheeheehee."

He began dragging his rough fingers along the her helpless soles. He was very slow, and very exact. He came up, and down, up and down. He kept the same rythm, going over virtually the same spots for about five minutes. Meanwhile, Courteney was screaming, laughing, and begging him to stop.

"Aaaahahahahahahahahahahaha. Pleeheeheeheease Stahahahahop."

After about five minutes of the monotonous stroking, he used his right hand to pull back the toes on her left foot, and began digging into her toes.

She leaped against her restraints, in explosive laughter.

"Heeeeheeheeheeheehee. Ahhhhahahahahahahahahaha."

He did a little on the left foot, then went to the right. He switched back and forth, two or three times. After that, he got a feather and began to lightly caress her soles with it.

She was struggling violently trying to get free.

He then began dragging the feather up and down her legs.

She then went into spasmodic laughter, when Amanda reassumed her position on the ribs.

Together, James and Amanda, then lit into her full force, tickling ever part of her body they could reach, without taking off her shorts. They tickled her until she felt that she was within an inch of her life. She had already urinated on herself. At this point, she passed out.

When she awakened, she was in a bed, in their guest house. They left her a note, that said they'd had to go out, but they hoped to see her later.

"Not likely," she muttered to herself.

She left, and to this day, she has never seen James or Amanda again.

Tickle story - celebtity tickled - Roma Downey

Oh, Yes You Will Strip, Roma Downey

Roma Downey walked out of the studio. She was determined that this time she was not coming back. She was fed up with the way they were doing things in there.

She got into her car and drove straight home.

When she got there she went into her house and sat in the living room.

She sat there thinking for a while, in her long white dress.

"Who do they think they are, anyway?" She said aloud.

They had wanted her to strip for a certain scene in the particular movie she was shooting. She had told them, from the beginning, that she was not going to strip. It would kill her image for "Touched By An Angel."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

It was the director.

He came in and they argued a while, before he finally asked for something to drink.

When she turned to go for the drink, he hit her on the head, knocking her out.

When she woke, she was laid back in her living room recliner.

She tried to get up, but couldn't. Her hands had been tied over her head, and her feet were lashed together, and tied to the footrest.

She could feel the knot on her head as it sat against the back of the chair.

The director came into the room with a piece of paper.

"This piece of papers says that you agree to strip for this movie. Now, sign it."

"I'm not gonna sign it," she stated, resolutely.

"We'll see about that," he said.

He went to her feet, and removed her high-heel pumps, revealing her white stocking-clad feet.

"What are you doing?" She asked him angrily.

"It's time to show you who's the boss," he said.

He began wiggling his fingers against the bottom of her feet.

She struggled, and tried to pull loose. When she realized it was useless, she let out a giggle.

"Eeeheeheeheehee."

"So, you are ticklish, are you?"

He pressed harder, using what little fingernails he had, to make it as intense as possible.

She giggled some more.

"Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee."

Finally, she could giggle no more, and cut loose in roaring laughter.

"Aaahhhaahaahaahahahahahaha. Ahhhhhhhaaahaaahaaaahaahaahaahahahahahaha."

"Ohhohohohohohohoh, my God. Staahaahahahahop. Pleeeeeheeheeheease."

He wasn't ready to stop, yet. He was having fun.

Roma was pulling, and twisting, and turning, but she could not escape those wiggling fingers mercilessly torturing her helpless feet.

He continued to tickle and she continued to laugh.

"Ahhhhhhaaahaaahaaahaaahaahaahaahaahahahahahahahahahah."

"Noooooohoohoohoohoohohohohohohohoho."

Finally, he stopped.

"Now, will you sign this paper saying you will agree to strip."

"Yehehehes. Anythihihing. Just stop tickling me." She was having trouble catching her breath.

He put the pen in her hand, and held the paper on a clipboard, close enough that she could sign it.

She hesitated.

"I don't know."

"Sign it, or I'll go back to work on your feet."

She signed it rather quickly.