I slide my fingers along her trapped soles one more time as I adjust my seat so that I sit directly next to Maria to her right. Just as a way of saying to her in no uncertain terms, “I’ll be coming back to these later!”.
Now eyeing her tight little body there struggling only inches from my fingertips, my pretty tickle prisoner says plaintively, “I don’t think I want to stay up `til 11-o’clock now.”
“Well, them’s the rules, kiddo. You said you wanted to stay up late, and I said you could…but I’d be tickling you.”
“No you didn’t! I didn’t hear that!”, says Maria nervously as I give her sides the lightest stroking through her tight shirt, which causes her to buck delightfully in her seat.
“Are you calling me a liar?”, I grin as I discover that her hips are hopelessly ticklish right through her denim jeans, which sends her into a hopelessly cute conniption still utterly trapped in her seated position.
“St-ha-ha-op it!’, is all the giggling laughing beauty can manage, so I let off for now, while catches her breath to implore, “I didn’t think you meant that I’d be tickled the WHOLE TIME I was gonna stay up! I just thought you meant for a little while, and then we’d just watch TV or play games or something!”, Maria begs.
“AHA! So you DID hear me mention tickling! YOU’RE the liar here, Maria, and for that…I’m afraid you’ll have to pay. With MORE TICKLING!”, I grin as I spend a delightful five minutes just discovering my little cutie’s most sensitive spots all over her still fully clothed body, and then finding ways to tickle her worst points in tandem, driving her so wild with laughter that she often lifted right off the seat, bouncing around on her squirming legs, her torso bobbing helplessly in front of me to be played with for her maximum giggling fits.
After having a fine time enjoying how touchy her slender body is to the slightest poking and stroking, I again let my little tickle captive have a much deserved break, though she is still helplessly restrained in the stocks, her arms pinioned up over her head to a pipe along the wall.
Having explored Maria head-to-toe for her worst places to be tickled, and having her still totally trapped in the stocks, I decided to:
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