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TickleTheater - Adult Tickling Community http://www.tickletheater.com/ An adult tickling community meant for tickling enthusiasts, fetishists, and any visitor with an open mind who are at least 18 years of age or older. en Thu, 09 Sep 2010 13:33:13 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.tickletheater.com/images/tt09/images/misc/rss.jpg TickleTheater - Adult Tickling Community http://www.tickletheater.com/ <![CDATA[Ruby's Second Tickle Test F/F non nude]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60607&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:49:32 GMT Ruby is back for another series of tests at Tickling U. This time Candle will be testing her reactions to different types of vibration. She starts out with vibrating bullets on Ruby's feet then moves to the Hitachi for some upper body and belly tests. Then Candle breaks out the electric toothbrush on Ruby's neck and belly getting some very wild reactions.

Check out this hot clip on www.jwtiesamateurs.com

Been away from the forums awhile I know but I'll start posting here more regularly now that conventions are done.

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]]> VidClip Corner JWTies http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60607 <![CDATA[Penny's Tickle Fantasy F/M Tickling Handjob]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60606&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:04:03 GMT Penny had been corresponding with Catherine for awhile about a little fantasy of hers. She has wanted to tickle and milk TG all by herself so she can exact a bit of revenge. Catherine has him tied up and ready when Penny arrives and her tiny fingers got to town on his belly and armpits. To get him... Penny had been corresponding with Catherine for awhile about a little fantasy of hers. She has wanted to tickle and milk TG all by herself so she can exact a bit of revenge. Catherine has him tied up and ready when Penny arrives and her tiny fingers got to town on his belly and armpits. To get him laughing even more she tickles his feet with her fingers between his toes. Now to make things even more fun Penny starts stroking his cock while tickling his thighs and balls until he cums. After she drains his cum Penny tickles him mercilessly.

Check out This Hot F/M scene on WWW.Tickledguy.com

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]]> VidClip Corner JWTies http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60606 Lucky Bug http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60605&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:58:58 GMT Hey kids.
Ok, so I just wanted to tell y'all I've been lucky over the past 2 nights. I had 2 tickle dreams :)
They were both pretty random, but at the same time, both awesome.

So the first one was a TV interveiw with actor Jack Black. He was shrirtless, locked in a pair of stocks with his arms tied over his head. The dream starts with a veiw of his armpits, and then outta nowhere, these feather dusters appear and he laughs and yells as these feather dusters tickle him under the arms. The weird thing about the dusters is you cant see the handles, and no one is holding them.

The 2nd happened early this morning.
This one was weirder, to me anyways, because I was the lee, and that almost never happens.
My best friend, who I've known scince 2nd grade,
was standing in front of me, both her hands on my neck.
She starts tickling the sides of my neck and I'm scrunching my shoulders up, telling her to stop, but not actualy wanting her to cuz it feels good.
I could feel the tickling too, which was weird but just awesome :D

So those were my tickle dreams, just wanted to get them down in writing so I didnt forget any details. Any one else recently had an awesome tickle dream?
Bug :) ]]> Tickling Discussion ticklebug101 http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60605 MY NAME IS AMY. ~ Part Two http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60604&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:36:14 GMT MY NAME IS AMY. ~ Part Two
by C.A.B.
(Fiction. MF/F, Warning: adult themes. non-consensual, sex. violence, torture)

It took a while for me to decide what to do. No, I knew I wanted to go, but I couldn't decide what to wear! I know it sounds totally retarded, but, I mean, what does one wear to a first time ever BDSM encounter? Slutty? Formal? Studious? I mean... seriously. So I went with normal, knock-around jeans, sneaks, and a tee. Casual. And in case I needed to bolt. Heh.

I Googled the address and it was a Public Storage yard on a lonely stretch of a back highway. But it was a legitimate national company, and I was sure it was well-lit and had security guards. All the better. I called my boyfriend and left a message that I was going to such and such storage to help a friend move and I would call him by midnight to check in. I thought then if anything happened, they'd at least know where I was going at what time. I was awash with fear, paranoia, and oh so hopeful of a fantasy. Like I said, my heart was pounding the whole way there.

When I pulled up to the storage yard the gate opened like they were expecting me and, I swear, I almost backed out... but I drove in and started looking for the bay number. The whole way I was cussing myself for being "stupid" and my mind played the news reports of my body found in a storage unit on tomorrow's news. But there it was. I pulled up to Bay S-9 between its bright orange garage and the little windowless door next to it. The yard was well-lit and there was a dude riding around in one of those little golf-carts. A rent-a-cop to be sure... but I felt better.

I knocked lightly on the door and for a minute I thought I was played. There was no sound from inside, (but then again, what the fuck was I expecting?) The door popped open and Steve smiled at me warmly, then ran an eye over my shoulder as if to make sure I was alone. "Hi! C'mon in!" And he retreated inside as if he were pleasantly interrupted. I only took one step inside, just so I could size up the place and make a hasty back-peddle if I had to. But it was plain and also well lit. No chamber of horrors, just a small built out room with a desk, a chair, and a secondhand couch that had seen better days. Some small t.v. monitors, a tiny fridge, and a harsh, industrial fluorescent light over head. Steve was on his cell phone and smiled at me to sit down, before turning back to his conversation. I chose to stand. Noticed an old poster for auto tools and the sleazy bitch that flaunted them. An aluminum flight case by Steve's desk. His laptop, open and screen-saving. And another plain door; steel with locks. Obviously it lead to the rest of the bay...

My heart was pounding in my neck.

Steve's conversation was indeterminate. "Yes." "Right." "Of course." "We'll get it done." "Thanks." And he hung up and turned to me. "You made it!" he smiled. Then he said, "OH!" as if he surprised himself and reached into his pocket. He pulled out the biggest roll of cash I'd ever seen, unsnapped the ridiculously undersized rubber band and started counting out one fifty dollar bills. He then motioned for me to hold out my hand and he smiled as he leafed them into my palm one by one; he paused at two fifty, smiled and winked, and continued to five hundred. Then he pocketed his roll and sat back a safe distance to give me my space as I considered.

"See?" he smiled, "Now don't freak out. Sometimes business is business and there's nothing weird about it."

"I don't know. I mean..."

"Wait, just to show you that I have to protect myself too, I need to see your driver's license."

"I'm 28, Steve. I told you that the night we met."

"I know. Just humor me."

He took my license and looked it over, then, he took a hand-scanner and ran it over on the desk.

"There. For my records. Now we're both safe."

"I don't get it?"

"I'm going to explain. Want to meet the woman?"

"Uh? Yeah, I guess. Is she coming soon?" I was awkward. I wanted some wine. I wanted to leave. I wanted to stay.

"Here. Come with me..." And he motioned to the other door where he flipped some dead-bolts. Inside was an even smaller room with a large window on the back wall. It was dimly lit; mostly from the light of the window. There were electronic gadgets and a microphone by the window. Another laptop.

"Come on. Don't be shy. You can see her through that window. It's a two way mirror, that's why we keep it dark on this side. It's okay, she can't see or hear you. It's like I told you, "discretion rules here" Its the most important rule." He walked casually to the large window, me following a nervous two steps behind.

Beyond the smoky glass is a woman in what looks like her mid thirties, smartly dressed in a designer silk blouse, trim black skirt, and strappy heels. She was buckled to a table with bands of nylon or something. She was obviously nervous; but laid motionless, her eyes darting this way and that. The room is really dark but for one large operating light hanging over her. It must have been blinding. Steve picks up a small mic and clicks it on, "We are going to start soon," he says curtly and professionally, then clicks the mic off abruptly. The woman mouths something we can't hear and tries to crane her neck but she is strapped down at her forehead. The whole scene is terrifying yet, I feel a twinge see her in so tightly bound. Steve smiles and pulls me away. "Here, sit down, I'll explain."

I was paralyzed with intrigue and fear as Steve laid it out with all the smooth frankness and nonchalance I had come to expect from him. It was frightening, but as he spoke, it was somehow perfectly acceptable in a twisted way. I had no fear of Steve. He commanded a sly kind of respect, and a weird kind of trust.

This was not a BDSM club or a private encounter. He and his unseen partners were in the business of extortion. They called what they do a "Catch and Release" They target wealthy women who have, or who's husbands have, a lot of money. They prefer corrupt wealthy folks with dirty money, because they are less likely to report the encounter. The wife is monitored and trailed for her weekly habits, then, is "caught" and brought here to be encouraged to give up her bank account and PIN numbers, which are then accessed electronically and cash is transferred to an untraceable account. The woman is then boxed up and released in another location and advised that it can happen again if she says anything. Mostly the woman never say anything, but even if they do, they have no idea who took them or where. They are also less likely to report money that the IRS does not know they have. Steve smiles again.

"So... this "encouragement"?" I asked slowly.

"Yes. That's what we do here. This is what we do. We encourage them to be cooperative... we use torture."

"Like cuttin' off fingers n'stuff? Forget it!"

"Ha! No. Nothing like that. And we can't risk any permanent damage or else someone might take it too personally. We need them more fearful of the IRS than us. Rule three: No permanent damage or maiming. We want the experience to be dreadful enough that they are scared and never want it to happen again... but thankful that they are released and too humiliated to tell the tale. As far as hubby is concerned, she just blew her bank account on a wild shopping spree. The wife usually lies about it."

"What's rule One and Two?"

"Rule one we covered. Discretion at all times. Rule two is, 'No names.' For now on, you will never call me Steve while we are here. You will call me 'Mr. A'. And I will always call you, 'Ms. B'. That is, if we need to address each other at all. For the first few sessions, you should just listen and watch, and only do as I instruct."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, that's why you are here. I'm going to make you into my apprentice torturer."

I swallow hard. Wanting more but wanting to run.

"But.. I don't know..."

"I'm going to teach you. I will teach you how to bind a victim. How to insight psychological fear. How to incite panic. How to bring the senses to the brink. How to..."

"Oh my god!"

"How to whip and slap. I will teach you how to induce utter helplessness. How to run electricity. How to sexually torture, tease, and humiliate. I'll teach the you the art of tickle torture.

My mouth was hanging open at "sexual torture" but I involuntarily smirked when he said "tickle torture."

"No," He moved closer, "Don't think for a minute we're fooling around here."

"No. I'm sorry. I know you're your serious. But... tickling? Really? That's like, for kids and teenagers."

Steve smiles but then awash with seriousness about his craft. "This is not friendly boyfriend girlfriend tickling, this is extreme tickling. Forced laughter. Involuntary torment of the nerve endings. When applied to a victim that is susceptible, and there are ways to make someone susceptible, it is an inescapable, unrelenting torment that leaves no marks. Ask anyone in the BDSM community what they would rather endure. Tickling is not one of them. We take pride in applying it here in long, slow, sessions that produce results. Coincidentally, I found out that woman in there is very ticklish. I was saving her for you."

My pussy was wet. It could have been all the excitement, but it was seeping for sure at "I was saving her for you."

So now I have this dilemma. A moral crisis of conscience. Here I am stuck in an awkward and insane situation. My sexual fantasy has come to life in the seemingly caring and benevolent hands of mobsters. Who, I'm sure, would have no qualms about putting ME on that table. They have a copy of my driver's license, and they now know where I live and everything else about me. They want to pay me a wad of cash to become an apprentice in an extremely illegal activity which breaks probably every Federal Law there is.

"Steve... I mean, 'Mr. A'. What do I have to do?" I stutter. Fear and excitement both.

"It's like I told you. You will go in there with me tonight, and we, together, under my instruction, are going to torture that bitch until she talks," he smiles, "But first, as I promised, I want you to step outside and mull it over. Keep the money I gave you. And if you don't come back, keep your mouth shut." And he smiled a different kind of smile.

I walked out to the car and lit a cigarette.

I called my boyfriend.

"Hi! We're all done here, just wanted you to know she's moved in fine. I'm going over her friends house for girls night. My phone will be 'off'. Bye!"

I recount the wad of bills in my pocket, snuff my cigarette, and walk back inside.

~ To be continued. ]]> Story Section C.A.B. http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60604 The Irrepressible Mr. Fetish ~ Mini-Mega Post http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60603&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:26:09 GMT The Irrepressible Mr. Fetish ~ Mini-Mega Post (M/f, Non-con, Male and Female Nudity) The Irrepressible Mr. Fetish ~ Mini-Mega Post (M/f, Non-con, Male and Female Nudity)

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]]> Tickling Art C.A.B. http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60603 The lost Wood Elf (Poser, CS4) http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60602&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 10:24:04 GMT Hey,

this is the Promo Pic for my upcoming "Ultimate Tentacle Picture" im still working on it, therfore please be patient ;)

PS: create a new Soles Texture, hope you like it

Ryuk

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]]> Tickling Art Ryuk http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60602 <![CDATA[Jordan's revenge - F/M]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60601&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 09:56:58 GMT Jordan was tickle tortured and violated with fingers and vibrator last week, and now she has her chance for revenge! Skelyrata is bound to the bed, helpless and naked and she makes him regret all the suffering she went through last time. Skely is very sensitive, and Jordan torments his body with... Jordan was tickle tortured and violated with fingers and vibrator last week, and now she has her chance for revenge! Skelyrata is bound to the bed, helpless and naked and she makes him regret all the suffering she went through last time.

Skely is very sensitive, and Jordan torments his body with her nails, making him tremble, squirm, laugh and struggle by just touching him. She provokes his body, kissing him licking him, and when he is enjoying it she tickles him, causing a mix of feelings in his mind, the mix of torture and pleasure, of laugh and pain, extasis and suffering. She plays with his balls and gives him a ticklish handjob and then goes on to tickle torture his soul, making him beg for mercy.

For more images and previews visit http://mantickled.com

Buy the Full length video at http://www.clips4sale.com/26093

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]]> VidClip Corner skelyrata http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60601 DIXIE at VICE Productions (M/F All Over) http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60600&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 09:24:54 GMT Newly-minted ticklee *DIXIE*, comes to VICE Productions for a proper dose of tickle torture. *DIXIE *endures twenty ticklish minutes of poking, prodding, caressing, and brushing all over her upper and lower body. Surprise tickle attacks leave her cursing and pleading--every tickle fan will love... Newly-minted ticklee DIXIE, comes to VICE Productions for a proper dose of tickle torture. DIXIE endures twenty ticklish minutes of poking, prodding, caressing, and brushing all over her upper and lower body. Surprise tickle attacks leave her cursing and pleading--every tickle fan will love this clip--feet, underarms, sides, legs, and tummy are all targeted to extract ultimate laughter.

SUPER VALUE CLIP

23:21 Minutes

Sample Clip:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=444SDP5A

Full Clip:

http://www.payloadz.com/go/sip?id=1302333

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]]> VidClip Corner NYvice http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60600 <![CDATA[9/9/10 Amazon's Feet! M/F]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60598&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:21:29 GMT "Gorgeous Amazon Dominated by Foot Tickling"

6'1" Brandy is bound on the Tickle Board and tickled out of her mind!

Lots of laughter and non stop tickling on her soft ticklish bare feet

The full clip can be found here:
http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/14418

Here's a lower quality preview and a cool collage

I hope you enjoy!

peace,
TMJ

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]]> VidClip Corner TMJ Productions http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60598 <![CDATA[9/9/10 Spy Kaylee's finale M/F all over]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60597&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 07:18:01 GMT "Captured Spy Kaylee's Tickle torture Interrogation Finale"

Here is the finale to this wonderful series

Spy Kaylee has endured lots of tickling and han't given up any information

Will she break? Will she reveal the computer system she broke into?

Lots of laughter and different camera views as Spy Kaylee pays the price

The full clip can be found here:
http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/14418

Here's a lower quality preview and a sexy spy collage

I hope you enjoy!

peace,
TMJ

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]]> VidClip Corner TMJ Productions http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60597 <![CDATA[Tina's Final Clip is Now Available! (m/f)]]> http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60596&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 02:48:30 GMT Tina is finally back at The TickleShow with her newest video, Tina's Solo Tickle. This is a preview from her fifth and final clip.

http://tickleshow.webs.com/101_2880.JPG

Clip 5 is currently available in our clips store while the DVD and High Def Blu-Ray can be found on our website.:thumbsup

http://tickleshow.webs.com/Tinas%20S...ickle%205a.JPG

Clip 5 features over 3 minutes of very sensual tickling of Tina's upper body. She slowly writhes around and bursts out into laughter as she feels the sensations rushing theough her body!

We are glad Tina finally came back after over a year. We hope we don't have to wait that long for Tina III!

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]]> VidClip Corner the tickleshow http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60596 New Clip! http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60595&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 01:38:06 GMT Hope you like.... WWW.MISSTOEGODDESS.COM Hope you like.... WWW.MISSTOEGODDESS.COM

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]]> VidClip Corner misstoegoddess http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60595 291 Drawings! M/M http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60594&goto=newpost Thu, 09 Sep 2010 00:13:36 GMT Hey everyone!

We'd received a few complaints that it wasn't always easy to figure out how to find the most recent weekly update to our site during any given week. To correct that, we've created a "New This Week" box which can be found on both the home page and the member's area page. Now the thumbnails for the two most recent drawings are prominently displayed, and are clickable directly to the gallery where the whole drawing can be found.

We've also added a counter right beneath the update box which shows the number of drawings available in the member's only area. I'm proud to say that this week we've reached 291 drawings! We're closing in on 300 pieces of sexy male tickling art. We couldn't have done it without you.

Now for the past 2 weeks worth of updates:

Last week, I decided to do another animation. Despite being labor intensive to produce, I have a lot of fun with these. In this rather simple piece, a man is suspended by his ankles while lots of white feathers endlessly stroke his helpless, ticklish body and he sways back and forth, lost in laughter. I call it "Suspended Animation". Also last week, Mr. Zikkon continues his decidedly darker tale of ticklish torture with "Witchfinder General, Page 4". Mr. Stern begins to suspect something is sinisterly awry with Hopkin's method of extracting confessions from his poor victims, especially when he stumbles upon...Tune in next time!

This week, I'm proud to announce the latest member of the AchillesHeelArt team of artists, Cheshire Cat! He is well known in the tickling art world, especially on DeviantArt. He brings a wonderfully playful, colorful style to his drawings of various furry creatures and characters. Welcome him aboard as you enjoy his piece "Ryuichi and Mikie" in which Mikie's footrub turns a bit tickly. Also this week, I did a request for a very special member who has been a supporter of the site from the beginning. He's got a thing for suits, sheers, and VERY erotic scenarios. Members of a secret society of evil ticklers are giving some poor sheered-socked man "The Big Payback". What is he guilty of? Why are they tickling and edging him over and over? Only their leader, kicked back and watching it unfold can say...

Achilles

www.achillesheelart.com
www.achillesheelart.blogspot.com

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]]> Tickling Art achillesheelart http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60594 Quran Burning in Florida http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60593&goto=newpost Wed, 08 Sep 2010 23:39:02 GMT Hey all.

I've been reading over this intended Quran burning that is supposed to take place in Gainesville on Sept. 11.

I know a lot of people are really offended by this whole thing, going on and such, however, I'm a bit different.

I'm actually interested in seeing the guy actually pull it off. It'd be a very interesting look at how religious doctrine affects people on a large scale. And seeing what actually this will catalyze.

I'm honestly quite curious.

Sure, some people out here are thinking it, but not saying it. I'm just putting it out there at the risk of being flamed and smeared across the net.

And no, CIA operatives who browse this forum, I'm not a terrorist, don't lump me in with them. I'm just a curious person, looking around.

So, your thoughts on this? ]]> General Discussion Journia http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60593 MY NAME IS AMY. ~ Part One (MF/f, Warning: adult themes. non-consensual, sex http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=60592&goto=newpost Wed, 08 Sep 2010 23:35:35 GMT MY NAME IS AMY. ~ Part One
by C.A.B.
(Fiction. MF/F, Warning: adult themes. non-consensual, sex. violence, torture)

My name is Amy. Well, not really, but it will do for this story; a confession actually. I am 28 years old. I am in college and studying for my master's degree. I have a boyfriend and grew up in a pretty normal, middle class family. I had a decent (if not boring) side job doing data entry, but I quit. I quit, not because it sucked, the pay was good and the hours fitted my schedule, I quit because I found a better job. My name is Amy, and I am a professional torturer.

Now, before you think I'm some kind of sicko, please let me tell you my story. I'm not into the whole BDSM thing, like in kink clubs, with all those cheesy dom wanna-be's and stiletto gals that get paid to smack around fat, pussifed men. No. In fact my sex life with my boyfriend is quite vanilla, and we like it that way. I'll admit it now, I do have sex with women, but not the way you think. I'm totally into guys and cock, I am NOT a prostitute. The women thing is part of my job. Let me explain.

About a year ago, some gal pals and I went out clubbing and sort of split up a little as the night wore on. I found myself talking to this guy (we'll call him Steve) and he was very funny and engaging. He was just cool and relaxed, unlike most of the club-boy fare who try to impress you with a face full of beer breath and a cheap line. No, Steve was very interesting and we talked about a lot of different things. He was older with a touch of gray and seemed to be worldly and knowledgeable without being a know-it-all. As far as I could deduce, he was divorced but not whacked out by it.

The conversation inevitably turned to sexual innuendo, and in Steve's defense, I started it. The topic of kinky sex cropped up and we played some clever word banter about it, and then it became about "power-exchange," and bondage, and sado-masochism. Steve wasn't trying to lure me, in fact, he mostly listened, and answered my stupid questions honestly. I asked him if he was a "dom" and he laughed, stating a definite "No," that he wasn't into that whole scene, but he did have experience tying up women. When he said that, I felt a little twinge inside and I hoped I didn't blush.

My friends had long since left me for some extended dancing in a fogged up car or were passing out in some stall somewhere. But I was totally into my conversation with Steve. I had had enough wine that my mouth and honesty were getting the better of me and I think I said something that I hoped would make Steve blush in return. Stupid. But I blurted out that I always wanted to tie up a girl and kind of... torture her. I felt really weird when I realized what I said and I thought Steve would smirk and find an excuse to leave. He called over the waitress and asked if I wanted another drink. I did, I was so stunned at what I said. He asked the waitress to bring me another wine and to bring him his bar tab.

I started to awkwardly apologize, but it didn't come out right. In fact I sounded like a stupid "drunk girl". Steve just smiled casually and when his check came he tore off a piece of paper and scribbled on it. He paid the waitress and when she left he handed me the paper. Then he looked me dead in the eye (and I'll never forget the look on his face) and said, "If you want to know what it feels like to tie up a woman and torture her, call me at this number." Then he simply smiled politely, shook my sweaty hand, got up and left. I sat there staring at the paper and the phone number for a long time, my heart pounding.

That night stuck with me for a long time and I tried to write it off as drunken bullshit. You know the kind; the "oh my god what the fuck did I say and do last night - that's not me" kind of guilt. Well... I did get back to my normal routine of school, studying, seeing my boyfriend, going to my boring job, et-cetera. But, especially when things got boring, my mind went back to that night and the phone number: in the shower; in my cubicle; when trying to study. I found an excuse not to throw away the piece of paper and it laid on my dresser like a secret in the open.

Now, like I told you, I am not a lesbian and I have a boyfriend; I like men. But, I have always had a secret fantasy about tying up a girl and torturing her... I'm not even sure how, really. I mean I wouldn't even know what to do. I suppose I'm a closet sadist maybe. I don't think its really a perversion... just a private fantasy that I never shared. It is kind of sexual for me and I used to daydream about this classmate that sat in front of me in eleventh grade math class. She was mouthy and bullied people, but so damn pretty. I think my fantasy started as a revenge thing because I dared not stand up to her or her clique. But then, I guess, somehow the revenge thing turned to a "control thing" and I somehow became more and more excited by it. So like I said, I don't think I'm a lesbo, but I do like the idea of "dominating". I used to masturbate to the fantasy, but I never shared or went farther with it.

Now this guy Steve and his "offer" had my heart pounding every time I would think about it. Damn.

One week my boyfriend had fucked off with his pals to go "fishing" or some bullshit excuse to go clubbing in some other town, and my part time job and school were really becoming the shits. I came home, frustrated and bored and saw that paper lying there. I got a wine from the fridge sat on my bed and stared at the paper. Then, swallowed hard, came up with some crap reason to call, and dialed the number on my cell.

It rang five times and I almost hung up when he answered. His voice was as smooth and cordial as I remembered it and he said it was "nice" that I called. I made nervous chit-chat and he was receptive, but just when I thought I was going to blow it, he interupted, "So, have you given any thought to my offer?"

"Offer?" I feigned ignorance.

"Yes," he said patiently and matter-of-factly, "I told you that night that if you would like know what it feels like to tie up and torture a woman, to call me."

"Yes, I know, but..." I was lost. Caught in dreamy like guilt and excitement. My cheeks were hot.

"Well, if you are, and there's nothing wrong with that kind of kink, I'm inviting you to experience it. In fact, if your not doing anything else tonight, you can meet me at the following address... got some paper and a pen? Its okay if you don't want to or feel funny about it. I'm not after sex. It's just business with me and another woman. I'll explain everything when you get here and if you're not comfortable, no harm done."

"Um. Well. I'd like to but..."

"Good. Be here by nine o'clock, please. OH! And just so you know, this is a paying job. It's not prostitution or anything. Just a paying job."

"Wha.. What do I have to do?" I stammered. Heart pounding. Curiosity burning.

"It's like I said," He was smooth as velvet. No nervousness. No craziness, "You help me tie up and torture a woman and I pay you for the night. You go home alone and I pay you five thousand dollars."

"Excuse me?" Bullshit alert. I almost hung up.

He laughs lightly, "I assure you, it's all legitimate. Look don't worry about the money, you can judge for yourself whether you want the job or not. Tell you what, I'll pay you two hundred and fifty dollars just to come down and see for yourself. For your trouble. A finder's fee, if you will."

"Well... It's like a Dominatrix thing, eh? Like kink for hire?"

He laughs again. "Look. I've got to go and get things prepared here. If you want to come, by all means, you're invited. If not, that's cool too. No harm done. I'm not offended."

"Okay... maybe."

"Oh! One more thing... please come alone. I know that sounds scary, but this is a public place and safe. But you must use the utmost discretion. Please. I know I can count on you. If you come, keep it a secret."

And he hung up.

I was all over the place. I got another glass of wine and must have paced my apartment for twenty minutes absorbing it all. I was totally creeped out— but then again, my mind rationalized that, if one does partake in a torture session, of course it has to be discreet. I mean... I was just in the mood to find out. It was probably some mind game crap... and I did have a stun gun. But then, "what if?" What if it was legitimate and I had my only chance of discreetly realizing a fantasy. I doubted the money line... but what if Steve was just a kinky dude and his girlfriend. If anything, I just had to find out.

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