Chapter 1

It was a fan message like any other, that red signal on the envelope on my dashboard sending frissons as always. “Love the blog Mr -would love to try all the kinky stuff you like, just never had the courage :( - and it’s not exactly everywhere where I live hehe. Keep up the good work.” I write tickle stories, and this chap was clearly a fan.

Well, I knew the feeling he had of it not being everywhere! I live in the north of England, not the most tolerant place in the world, and unless you’re in one of the big cities, like Leeds or Newcastle, you don’t tend to find people that share your fetishes. Getting started for me had meant taking advantage of trips to London for work. And believe me, I made the most of every opportunity! So, I felt sorry for this fella, and was idly looking at his page. Not much there, but good taste in fetish stuff, and, like me, it seemed he had a thing for ginger. Yum.

I kept my reply brief and slightly cryptic…. I wanted him to keep talking to me. “Cheers mr, so what do you like and where are you? Maybe I can help ya. Good taste in ginger men hehe.”

So he replied, with a picture. I can still remember the jolt that went through me when I saw a slightly embarrassed looking, tall, young, ultra-ginger guy. Pale skinned, and hairy - his body hair was so ginger he seemed to shimmer in the light with an orange glow. Oh…my…God. His cock, even soft, was huge too. I knew then I had to have him, if he was within a continent’s reach, I’d have him :)

So we chatted, it turned out he was about 100 miles away. He was very, very nervous, still a virgin at 20, He wanted to try everything, but mainly he was desperate to be tied, tickled and milked. I’m usually a sub, but for this guy, an exception was required. I explained to him that for his first time, he’d have more fun with a tickle sub who occasionally topped, because they (we - hehe) are more sympathetic to the sub’s needs. I told him the first time he might be really scared, so it was a good idea to allow plenty of time, have a short session, stop, think and talk about it, then do some more.

We were talking on the phone regularly now, sharing our filthy fantasies, and one weekend, late at night, after a particularly hot sharing session, he blurted out “would you…you know…tie me up and do all these things we talk about to me? It just turns me on so much, and you sound so nice, and I liked those pics you sent me - you have a kind face.”

As he was speaking I was torn in so many different directions - joy, concentration on saying the right thing next, lust, terror.

"I’m sure I could - are you sure you want me to be your first, not someone your own age?" (I was 35 at the time)

"Yes, I am" - more confident now, demanding almost.

"OK, well, why not come up here, we can meet in town, and if, after we meet, you still want to, we can come back here and play. I live on my own, and it’s a detached house, so no-one will hear you screaming for mercy when I’m raking up and down your sides when you’ve just cum"

"When are you free? Can I come and stay the night?"

"Well, come ready for that, and we’ll play it by ear. How are you fixed next weekend?"

"That’d be cool - I’m off Friday afternoon so I could come and meet up after work. I wouldn’t have to be back till Monday, if we were getting on, of course."

"Bloody hell, you are keen, aren’t you? That sounds good to me. Let’s make arrangements during the week."

I put the phone down, dizzy, hard and horny. I had a LOT to do before next weekend.

Chapter 2

All that week, I was utterly useless at work - I had a notepad in my desk draw for my list of things I needed. I couldn’t concentrate, I was getting hard all the time, it was awful!! The list carried on growing, and had it been any longer than a week, someone would have found the damned thing, I was so distracted and horny, I was sure to forget to lock the draw when I left my desk. Lists of things like “Ice cubes, baby oil, deep heat, honey, moisturising cream, cooling gel, pan scrubber, louffah” could hardly be considered work related.

Within an hour of his confirming he was coming, I had ordered some cuffs and equipment to get him nicely spreadeagled on my nice big king size bed - velcro cuffs, which had always worked on me, were secure, comfortable, and gave the illusion of being easy to escape, but weren’t. I had a joiner friend who I persuaded to fit me a suspension eye in the bedroom, that I could then detach (there’s nothing like having total access to a ticklee as they stand there, unable to escape - I always loved it, so I was sure this guy would, if he was getting into it). OK, there was a price to be paid for that in future, as he knew about my kinks, but the price would be a pleasure to pay (more of that another time).

The week seemed to last a year, but eventually, Friday dawned. I had decided to take the day off, and told him so, We arranged to meet at a bar near the station, at 2:30pm. He wanted to come straight from work, he was so keen!!

Everything was ready, bondage gear, gags, blindfolds, ear defenders, for total sensory deprivation, the fridge was stocked, the bar too, and a few little surprises were hidden around the place. I’d got the train into town, to meet him at the mainline station - I wanted to have the train journey, and the short car journey, to really get him worked up. He’d let me know his train was on time, and he was on it, so he should be on time.

I was there about 10 minutes early, and had taken a table outside the bar, as we’d agreed. I’d asked him what he wanted by text and got him the pint he asked for. I had the same. I could feel warm, sticky precum pooling in my pants, and was watching the boards to make sure his train was still on time. Before I knew it, there was a presence at my table….. slender jeans, tight-fitting, and an equally tight t-shirt, with a deep v-neck, showing lots of chest hair and the imprint of a couple of extremely pert nipples. Oh My God….. I knew he was tall, but this was amazing! he must have been 6’4” at least! I’m only 5’8” on a good day!

Bless him, he looked so nervous. I stood up and we shook hands, and I knew exactly how he must feel, so couldn’t resist and gave him a hug. I whispered in his ear, “You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined, I promise you, we’ll have a wonderful weekend, and you have nothing to worry about”. He was wriggling as I spoke, and as I pulled away, I said, “You’re really that ticklish, that blowing on your ears tickles?”

He blushed beautifully, and nodded. We talked, and I did everything I could to put him at ease. It was time for the train. “You’re sure you want to do this?”, I asked, “I don’t want you to feel you have to, if you just want to run away, do, I honestly won’t mind.” I lied as convincingly as I could.

"No, I’m ready, let’s go.", and he flashed me the most beautiful smile. Oh God……

On the train, he sat next to the window, and me on the aisle. I whispered in his ear, “You can’t escape now, I could reach over and tickle you now, and you’d have to try not to scream.” in the wickedest voice I could muster. His breathing was ragged, and colour spread up his neck. I made a quick experimental poke into his ribs, and bless him he squeaked. I hadn’t expected it, but he did it back to me, and I squeaked too! Oooh a feisty one :)

We were both giggling, and starting to relax in each other’s company. So, we get to my house, and as we drive up, I say I want to get started straight away, and he does too. I suggest he goes to the top floor (a 3-storey house), showers, and lies face down on the bed. I’ll join him when I hear him finish. Off he goes, and I nearly cum watching this statuesque, slender, ultra-hot ginger swish up the stairs.

While he was showering, I was gathering a few things together.... a water bottle, to keep him hydrated, a little bowl of ice cubes - all the bondage stuff was already there, ready for use. The cuffs roped together under the bed, and a box of tricks under where his face would be, so he'd see what was in store when I pulled it out.

I heard the shower finish, a bit of clattering about, and then.... silence. It was time.
I left it a few minutes, then crept up the stairs as quietly as I could (my carpenter had also secured all the stairs to remove the squeaks - more debt to repay). As I could see the bed, I saw his feet, soles down, facing me. God. Huge, pale, beautiful feet. I put down the stuff I was carrying and crept closer. I didn't think he'd heard me coming, and I just wanted to surprise him. I gently knelt, to look at those beautiful feet. I reached out to touch them, each hand poised over the soles. Just a quick scrape, I told myself, to see what happens. At the moment my fingers made contact, he practically jumped out of his skin - he must've gone a foot off the mattress.

Once he'd realised what was going on, he shot me a very dirty look. "That was cruel." he said. "I know, but I couldn't resist..... Come on, back down, I'm going to get you tied to this bed, come what may." So, sulking a bit, he lay down again, hands and feet hanging over the edge of the bed, he was so tall. I tied him in the full spread eagle, and when I was done, he looked amazing - all his body hair seemed to have organised itself as if it had been combed, or was like iron filings following a magnetic field. I was so nervous, I was shaking. We went over safe words and actions (for when he was gagged) and I pulled the box out from under the bed. His eyes went wide - really wide - very quickly.

I left the box there, and picked out a blindfold. I laid it in front of him, not putting it on yet, and walked to kneel on the bed, so I was looking directly at his arse, with a pit on my left, and a thigh, back of knee and foot, on my right.

I gently raked my fingers across his arse cheeks, and he jumped, starting to wriggle. The feeling of having power over his body was amazing.... I traced circles up his back, wanting to keep his pits for later. I raked up and down his forearms, and he was bouncing everywhere, squealing, giggling and jolting, begging me not to go for his pits. He really was almost as ticklish as me! I bent down to kiss the inside of his elbow - something that's always done it for me - and he was purring in seconds, so just as suddenly I stopped. It was time - time to really get going. We'd talked about me straddling him to tickle him, and he loved that idea. I stripped my top off, revealing my hairy chest, and got on top of him. Without lying on him, I bent forward to lick and kiss his neck and ears, keeping my hands ready to go at his sides. As he was starting to relax into enjoying the licking and kissing, I went for the fleshy part of the sides of his belly, scraping, squeezing, tickling, and of course, as he writhed beneath me, his back was getting gently scraped with my body hair. After about five minutes of this, he was getting breathless, so I stopped, and gave him some water.

"Time for that blindfold now, mister, and I think the ear defenders as well - I have plenty of surprises for you in this next bit and I don’t want you to feel them coming.....

So when I tied him down again, I deliberately tied him across the end of the bed, so if he couldn’t hear or see me coming, my weight going onto the mattress wouldn’t be a give away (always a disappointment for me – complete surprise is sooo sexy J). With the blindfold and ear defenders on, I asked him if he could hear me – no reply, excellent.

So it was time to get going, and I hadn’t even got him on his front yet. I left him tied, blindfolded and unable to hear for a couple of minutes, while I went to get some beer to stock the little fridge in the bedroom – when this segment was over, he would need one!

As I walked back in, I noticed his pants on the floor, sticky and juicy with a huge smear of precum all over the insides. It’s not usually my thing, but I could not resist a good sniff and a lick. It tasted sooo deliciously salty, the promise of things to come!

So, feather between the legs, just barely touching the fur leading up to his crack at first, and he was jumping already! Then sawing it up and down his crack – this was a nice, stiff goose feather. I thought it was time for an ice cube then, just nestled on his hole, to get nice and warm, and so the cool water would trickle down his perineum and cool his balls as well. My, that really did make him wriggle! I’d made the ice cubes bone shaped, so they could be lodged in places like that, without them sliding out too soon.

I felt it was time for those feet to get some attention. I had some massage oil, which I’d been warming, as a massage can often be a gentle introduction to tickling, and I didn’t want this guy to get too overexcited just yet. So, drizzling warm, warming massage oil onto his feet, he went quiet – even though the ice cold water was continuing to tickle his perineum. I could see his body tensing, as if he knew what was coming. When I had his feet covered, I started to rub, quite firmly at first, so it didn’t tickle too much. He was purring and humping the bed now, clearly trying to get himself off. Only one solution for that – shove a nice long ice cube alongside his cock – oh, how that made him squirm J

Then I started to make lighter, tickly strokes on his feet, rubbing up to his toes, and using the goose feather to work between them, and a piece of string as well – it’s horrendously tickly when dragged through the gaps between toes. That’s the great thing about tying legs apart, there’s no using one foot to hide the other – it’s hell for the lee, but great for the ler! I had several kinds of string – some ordinary household string, garden twine, much itchier, and some very soft wool. They all had him in contortions, and along with tickling his soles, and up round his ankles, I soon had him begging for mercy.

I don’t know why, but the back of the knees has always been a particular soft spot for me – and I know some men can’t stand having it played with – often, I think, because it just feels so wrong for it to be a tickly or sexy spot. So, with my lovely bit of ginger securely tied, I straddled his arse, and leant towards his feet. While I tickled and held his feet still, I was snogging the back of his knees, and it drove him wilder than anything I’d done so far. Straightening up for a rest, I realised my feet were almost in his pits. Hmmm......

So I tried – feet tickling his pits, mouth teasing the backs of his knees, and hands tickling his feet. Oh my word, he went wild. The wilder he went, the more I wanted to see him go wild, so I kept going, and going, and going. He was writhing, shrieking, sweating, bouncing, and making me incredibly horny!

After a while, I was getting tired, and decided it was time to stop- I was getting quite a rodeo ride!

He was drenched in sweat and so was I. I took the blindfold and ear defenders off, and his face was so red, bless him. I untied him, and gathered him up, just holding him in my arms, admiring the soggy, sticky mess around his cock and balls, which I gently cleaned away. I gave him water, and we just lay there, holding each other. He was utterly exhausted, but after a few minutes, he managed to croak, “That was amazing! I can’t wait for more, but I do need a rest first!”

And that was music to my ears.....