THE T-MOTEL (by Sabine@SOAP.rhein-main.de) Again it's only a fantasy. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did... :-) Laura and Steve's wedding anniversary has always been something special. This time it was up to Laura how to spend their day. One day before she gave Steve an address of a motel called "T-Motel" and was somewhere in the middle of a long long road, where he had to go to. Extremely tired he arrived there late in the night... he even was too tired to eat anything, so he just took a shower, drank some juice and went to bed. In the early morning he heard the alarm-clock ringing. He just wanted to switch it off as he found out that he totally was unable to move. He found himself spread-eagled tied up, being naked under the blanket. Oh no, Laura KNEW WELL, that he HATED it to be tied up. He pulled mightily at the ropes, but it was useless. The alarm-clock stopped and he heard somebody taking a shower in the bathroom. Soon the noises stopped and Laura came out with a towel around her body and drying her hair with another. Cheerfully she smiled at him and shouted: "Hello, my dear! Did you have a nice night?" "Hi Laura, what do you have in mind to do with me? You know I hate it to be tied up like this!" "C'mon, relax! I just want to have fun, today. And I know that you deep inside enjoy the passivity. You know... today it's MY TURN...!" "Oh Laura... how long does it take till you untie me?" "The long I want to. Just relax!" "Please, just tell me... WHAT do you have in mind?" "No, I don't tell you now. Just relax and enjoy. We have a lot time... the day just began...!" He sighed. A knocking at the door made him cry out: "Help me! Help me, please!!!" "Keep quiet! It's hopeless!" she said and went to the door. A waitress stood outside and said: "Your breakfast, Mam!" "Thank you very much!" Laura said, rolled the table into the room and gave a tip to the waitress. "Thank you! If you need something else, just ring the bell." she said friendly and went going on with her work again. Being stunned Steve said: "She didn't even ask, why I cryed for help!" "Of course not... they are used to this situation, here." "...used to this situation...????" "YES, ...and each room and appartment is soundproved here in this motel. So it doesn't matter how much you scream and shout. You won't be heard outside." "Laura... you frighten me!" "Oh nooo.... there's no reason to be afraid! Always just have in mind that I love you!" she said and kissed him at his cheek. "But...!" "C'mon, let's have our breakfast!" she said, nestled herself beside him and prepared some bread and coffee to feed him, while he tried to argue to untie him. But she was relentless. After having breakfast, she brought the breakfast-table out of the door. Being back again she pulled his blanket away. Naked and spread-eagled lying in front of here he felt himself extremely vulnerable. He shivered: "Please, give it back to me, it's cold!" "Soon you won't feel cold any more. Relax!" "I can't!!! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND????" he asked voice quivering in fear. "Well, I think, it's time to tell you." "Oh yes, it is!" "Okay, since I know you to be quite ticklish,..." "OH NOOOO!!!!" his eyes widened in fear and he began struggeling mightily... TICKLING???? In THIS situation????? He would DIE!!!! "...I dreamed about such a day to have you helpless tied up... Usually you won't let me tickle you even a bit, but I LOVE tickling especially people I love so much." "No, no, Laura, my Laurie, you d-don't understand... please, d-don't, I didn't let you tickle me, because I'm not able to endure it even for seconds... really... please... d-don't... I really c-can't stand it. I think... we BOTH should enjoy our wedding anniversary, don't we? And I'm not able to enjoy it, if I get tickled. P-Please... untie me... don't be that cruel...!" "Stop pleading, there's no way to convince me!" "Oh Laurie, you d-don't understand... I'm DIEING!!!" "No, Steve... I WON'T let you die... I pay attention!" she said and went to the wardrobe, opened it and took a tiny little cloth. Despaired he squirmed: "What do you want to do with that?" "I'm going to blindfold you!" "NOOOOOOOO!!!!! P-PLEEEESE NOOOOO!!!!! No, c'mon, if you have to tickle me, just give me the chance to look, what you are doing!" "No! You shouldn't have the chance to prepare yourself for the tickle sensation!" "OH GOD... YOU'LL KILL ME!!!!!" Mercilessly she blindfolded him and went back to the wardrobe again. Reminding her meeting with her friend Dawna in which Dawna told her about this special Motel, she smiled. This Motel was a place for people who wanted to tickle torture each other. This meant the "T" in the name "T-Motel". It was a Motel which held special tickling implements available for their guests in each room and appartement. With enthusiasm she looked through the implements. Yes... it seemed to become a very nice day... she smiled, took two long soft ostrich-feathers and went back with them to Steve. Kneeling beside the bed she saw him stiffening his body in anticipation. He had given up pleading... he knew well that he didn't have the chance to convince her. He just prayed that she wouldn't go too far with it, that she saw his limits... oh boy... he already felt himself being at the limits although she even didn't have begun yet. Awaiting her tickling fingers which didn't come, he asked: "Laurie?" "Yes, I'm still there! Just relax...!" "Oh Laurie... please, just think about it once more!" "I told you to relax and keep quiet!" she said harshly. He tried as good as he could but as he suddenly felt an extreme light touch of a feather which she used horizontally across his chest that some parts of feather easily touched his sides he screamed out and tensed again. Oh God, NO! That was too much... Laurie enjoyed his sensivity he showed her bucking and screaming out in his helpless hysterical laughter as she agonizing slowly stroke the feather lightliest she could down his ribcage across his stomach down to his hips going down across his penis, thighs and stopping at the knees... always when she arrived at his penis with the feather she used the second feather the same way beginning at his chest and went it on and on. Five minutes later she realized he seemed to get used to the continously same stroking. While tickling him she straddled him at his thighs and began just stroking his sides with the feathers, which added renewed wild laughter and new energy in his efforts to buck. His despaired hysterical laughter stole him all the breath from his lungs... soon he felt the lack of oxygene, the world seemed to spin but he wasn't able to stop laughing... he wasn't able to breathe just a little bit... he got panic and bucked more intensely, he wanted to scream her to stop and not to let him die, but develish Laura suddenly used her toes to scratch his armpits which made begging impossible once more in his again increasing laughter, then the world turned to grey and he went limp under her tickling toes and feathers. Astonished about his sudden silence she stopped tickling, dropped the feathers and stared at him. She never had thought him to be THAT sensitive. Thinking about his words about dieing she got fear really having killed him. Hearing her heart beating faster and faster she leaned herself across him, clapped his cheeks and called his name, but... no reaction. Oh no, what has she done??? Dispaired she jumped from the bed grabbed her bathrope putting it on on her way out of the room, running to the reception to get help for her to death (?) tortured husband. "HELP!!! HELP!!! WE NEED HELP!!!" she cryed, tears running down her cheeks. "What has happened?" the woman at the reception asked being concerned. "I f-fear having killed my husband!" Laura sobbed. "What have you done to him?" she asked. "I just used the ostrich-feathers for some minutes... really just some minutes... I've never been aware of him being _SO_ sensitive...! Oh come on!!! DO SOMETHING!!!" "Calm down, calm down, Mrs. ?" "Call me Laura!" "OK, Laura." the woman smiled at her and somehow it calmed her down. "I bet, your husband just fainted. If a human is tickled and laughes that hard that it's impossible to breathe, the lack of oxygene in the brain causes unconsciousness. Here in this little phial is a medicine like smelling salt. Just let him smell at it, I'm sure, he'll wake up soon again. If not, call me. The phone-number of this reception is the 9." Laurie nodded and grabbed gratefully the little phial: "Thank you!" Then she ran back to the room. Steve's moaning told her him to be awake again. Happily she fell beside him at the bed hugged him, kissed his cheeks and said: "Thank God, you're still alive!" Weakly he replied: "You nearly killed me, Laurie... p-please, c'mon untie me! You had your fun now. Untie me, let me go...!" "Steve... I just wanna play a little more. Now I know your sensitivity and how to take care about it." "LAURA! NO!!! I... CAN'T... STAND... IT!!!!!!" he shouted and began to struggle uselessly again in his tieing. Laura began lightly and slowly stroking tiny little circles with her fingernails at his chest moving down his side at his ribcage and up again enjoying his immediately twitching skin and his outburst in breathless laughter. Moving her hand down his stomach, down his flanks, up again, around his navel, down the other side she reveled his strident sounds of his helpless shrieking laughter. "You don't know how much I love to caress these twitching spots at your skin... I could go on stroking them for years!" "OH OH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAD! NOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" he managed to scream in his laughter which increased as she used her second hand additionally. Her fingers whirred faster and faster over his shrinking and twitching belly, but she kept on the light touch enjoying still feeling his twitching skin under her fingers. Stroking her fingers at the height of his ribcage she felt him tensing a little more, which gave her a hint to sudden dug with her fingers deep into his ribs. He screamed much louder, struggled and shouted in despair: "EEEEEHEEHEEHEE!!! NOOOAAHAHAHA!!! L-LAUREEEHEEHEE, N-NOHOHOHAHAT THESE MAHAHAHAHGICK SP-SPOTS THEHAIHAIHAIR!!!!!!!" Going on with it for some minutes she realized him being on the edge to faint again. Before he fainted she stopped. Gasping for air he collapsed under her now still kept fingers at his chest. The little cloth which blindfolded him had slid a bit in between his struggles so he could look nervously down at her hand in anxious anticipation and began pleading again. "P-Please Laurie, please promise not to go on at my ribs again. There seem to be magick spots where tickling is a really cruel torture... c'mon be nice... stop all this." "Well, but you seem to enjoy it, although you say it's torture. Don't you realize your hard on?" "Wh-What?" "You know well what I mean!" she said and grabbed the ostrich-feather again. He jerked by the feather-light touch below his navel. As she made the feather vibrite against his skin and moving down across his penis he screamed: "OH, OH, OHH, L-LAUREEEEEHEEEHEEEE, NOAAAAHAHAHAHA, STAAHAHAAHAP!!!!!" She went it on for short, moving the feather up and down his belly button, hips, penis and thighs but stopped it soon to his relieve. Then she got up and went to the wardrobe with the implements again. He begged and pleaded her to untie him but she just told him to shut up if he didn't want her to make it harder for him. Despaired he kept quiet, heart beating with fear. Looking through the implements she suddenly smiled. She found a lot of pairs of different prepared gloves. Prepared means at the fingertips were different implements fixed to. One pair had feathers, one pair had an inch of an Q-Tip at each finger, another pair had toothpicks, some pairs had different little brushes and another pair she found with little bolts at the tips. At the palms she found a description: "Dug me deep into ticklish ribs and enjoy." Reminding Steve's sensitivity concerning rib-tickling she smiled brightly and took these gloves beside her. Digging deeper through the implements she found a pretty long black-haired wig with tiny little feathers at some tips of hairs. If she'd straddle him leaning a little down, the wig's hairs would tickle him all over his belly and sides. She loved him feeling bucking in desperation and knowing well that there was no way to escape. Somehow it made her hot and she wished nothing more to ride him while tickling him insane. Finally she grabbed the gloves with the bolts, the wig, some tape and two pen-small vibrators one with little tickling nabs and one with kind of frills at the top. She wondered what his reaction might be if she would put them into his belly button, a spot which even would drive crazy herself. Happily she jumped at the bed straddeling him at his thighs putting the implements beside her. Feeling the itching hair of the wig at her calves she shuddered a little but ached to see how he would react by feeling it at his naked torso. "Laurie!" he began to beg again. "Laurie, my dear Laurie, c'mon, stop all this. I'll do ANYTHING for you. Really ANYTHING what you want me to do, just PLEASE stop this torture!" "You really do ANYTHING for me?" "YES!!!" "OK, then keep quiet and let me have my fun." she said, grabbed quickly the little vibrator with the tickling nabs and caressed his skin around his belly button that he tensed his body and began giggling although she didn't put it on that it vibrated. She just stroke circles around his navel which got smaller and smaller. He giggled lowly: "Heeheehee... n-nooohohoho.. aaahahahaha...!" Suddenly putting the vibrator deep into his belly button and let it vibrate deep at the bottom of his navel he screamed out again, tried to buck and fell into helpless unstoppable laughter. In between he somehow managed to say: "LAUREEEHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE!!!!! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP, I C-CAN'T TAKE EEEEHEEEHHEEEHEEEET HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA, IF YOUAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA, IF YOU LOVE ME, STAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAPP EEEEHEHEHET!!! IMMEEEHEHEHEHEEEDIATLEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEE.... STAAAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEEEEEEEZE!!! Holding and moving the vibrator in his belly button up and down, which seemed to drive him crazy, she put on the wig with the other hand. Moving her head a little down the very tips of the hair began to fall all over his ticklish belly, sides and chest. Each move she mad with her head he felt through the hair at his skin what drove him insane more and more and his laughter increased to hysterical intensity... Paying attention that the vibrator is kept in his belly button, she put on the gloves still shaking her head a little to make him feel the long hair what was very unbearable for him that he kept screaming in his laughter but as she began digging her the bolts at the gloves she had put on into his ribs he screamed out as she never had heard him screaming. It increased as the little bolts began to vibrate with a special intensity of pressure what Laura soon found out. Steve exploded into breathless hysterical screaming laughter. The laughter robbed him all his breath from his lungs. He didn't understand why she tortured him so bad. He thought to die if nobody would come to rescue him. Praying for any relieve he felt her additional licking his twitching skin around his navel. His whole body was trembling and his despaired struggling still was useless. The lack of oxygene made him feel dizzy again and he was helpless to do anything against his laughter. She promised him to pay attention that he wouldn't die... but she seemed to be in another world... in her own world while she tickled him. Suddenly she found a spot between his ribs where it was the hardest to take for him. He jumped that hard that he bumped her nose while she was licking around his belly button. She never had thought that it was possible increase his laughter... but keeping her fingers at these spots making the little bolts vibrate there she felt his whole body spasming under the torment and his screams and laughter reached an unusual high pitch that she thought to stop it soon at these spots. Thinking about how long he might take it he already fainted again. Only the vibrator which still stuck in his belly button summed in the silence. She wondered Steve's cock still stood straight up although he was unconscious. First she thought to use the medicine she received before to wake him up again, but then she thought she could go back to the wardrobe to look for further implements to use. She found a long board with two holes and above them 10 little strings. At the sides she found metal clips. Looking around she found at the bedposts similar looking clips, just a little different. Now she knew how this board should be used. After looking at Steve who still was unconscious, she untied his feet, put them side by side together and fixed the board that his feet each were fixed through one of the holes. While tieing each toe with the little strings to the board, Steve woke up again. Immidiately he giggled and bucked because of the vibrator which still stuck in his navel and did its work. Due the bucking it fell down beside him and laid vibrating at his left flank. Still giggling he realized what Laura did with his feet. "Laura!!! Heeeheee... Laura, c'mon... n-not myhihi feeheeheet... not my feet!! If you love meehehehe, staahahap all this!!!!" Taking the little vibrator away she said: "Steve, my dear... you know I love you and I see that you somehow enjoy your situation... your cock shows me your real opinion. It drives me wild to see it... I want nothing more than riding you and..." "Oh yes, c'mon DO it and stop tickling me!!! Release me from the pounding pain in it!!! C'mon!!! Laurie... my dear Laurie... just HELP ME!!!" "Steve... you interrupted me... I wanted to say: I want nothing more than riding you while tickling you insane!" "NOOOOO!!!! P-PLEEEEASE!!!! LAURIE!!!! D-Don't do that to me!!!!! If you really love me show it to me and stop all this... I'll fuck you as good as you never have been fucked before.... or do anything else you want me to do... but please stop all this... I really can't take more!!!" "I really do believe that you'll fuck me as you never did before. But I want to get it MY way... and you want a prove that I love you? Well, I show you how much I love you. I'll write it down 100 times all across your soles with that nice felttip-pen. Afterwards washing and brushing it away with electrical toothbrushes which spend water themselves." "NOOOOOO! PLEEESE NOOOOO!!!! L-LAUREEEE NOOOO!!! PLEEEEEE-OPH.. MMMH MMMPH.... MMMMPF!!!" "Sorry... I simply MUST use this ballgag... you're really begging too much. You should accept that today is MY day and we do what *I* wish to do. Okay?" "MMMMPH, MMMMPH!" he replied shaking his head in despair while Laurie took a chair sat down in front of his feet and began writing the words "I love you!" 100 times at each of his soles. His screames were kept in his throat and his laughter was muffled low. Where she found special sensitive spots she wrote it more often than at other spots. If he hadn't been tied up he would have jumped to the ceiling by her writing there. As she begun to wash and rub his soles with the electrical toothbrush, he thought to explode but couldn't let it out any way. While this he fainted two times. His soles still weren't clean as she found a button at the left bedpost. She always has been quite courious and couldn't resist to press it. A long box moved down and the bottom opened itself. A bar with a lot peacock-feathers sticking in it inch by inch came out and began to swing them from the right to the left and back again, that the first at the top stroked at his armpit, the next across his chest and so on up to the last feather which stroked his shin-bones. Laura's eyes flashed delighted as she saw them going on like this. Pressing the button again, the feathers stopped and were lifted back into the box again. She would use them as soon as he would wake up while she finished cleaning his soles, aching to see his reaction she decided to use the medicine she got before. Opening the phial she went to Steve's head and held it below his nose. Soon he moaned showing her to be woken up again. Because she wanted to see his reaction by watching the box moving down and the peacock-feathers coming out she put the blindfolding complete away. He begged her for mercy with his eyes but relentlessly she went back to his feet. He shivered. Never he had expected his wife to be able that cruel. Why she didn't understand him to be too sensitive for such a torture? He didn't know and saw her pressing a button. Hearing a strange noise from above he looked there and saw a long box reaching from his head to his ankles moving down... it opened a clap and he saw to his horror a long bar with a lot long peacock-feathers reaching from his chest to his shin-bones. He stiffed his body and let out a muffled scream as the feathertips touched his skin along his body. Suddenly the whole bar began to move from the right to the left making the feathers swinging barely touching his skin. If he wasn't gagged he would have screamed out as loud as he could. Feeling the feathers almost everywhere really was too much. His throat already ached from screaming into the ballgag, which prevented him from laughing out loudly. He bucked and bucked as far as his tieing allowed. Losing energy his whole body trembled and his torso jerked away from the feathers where they touched him, but he couldn't get away completely so he continuously felt the unbearable stroking. As Laura additionally went on cleaning his soles with the electrical toothbrushes it was too much. He even made it to laugh out loudly into the ballgag. His watery eyes begged her to stop but she seemed not to have a look for his endearing pleading eyes. Soon he felt the lack of oxygene make him feeling dizzy again but he wasn't able to breathe or do anything against it. The world seemed to spin again, he even didn't realize that he began to pee just before he fainted once more. Having cleaned his vulnerable soles she stopped the feathers and let them remove again. Waking him up she said: "Well, I think your little bad cock has to be punished. It dared to pee into the bed and I've got a great idea how to punish it...!" Steve's eyes widened in fear... NO! Not his cock... he nervously struggled in his bonds... it was useless. Laura took the little vibrator with the frills at its top and fixed it at Steve's penis that the frills lightly laid at the tip of it. Then she started the vibration. Usually it didn't feel that bad... but in his helpless tied situation it somehow felt unbearable for him that he tensed his body and bucked again, but he couldn't get rid of it and the vibration went on and on. While this Laura had got the gloves with the Q-Tips. His eyes opened wide as he saw her coming making tickling movements with her gloved hands. He couldn't believe what he saw and shook his head mightily, but Laura still was merciless and set the very tips of the Q-Tips at his chest and began lightly stroking different patterns with them all over his skittish belly enjoying watching his twitching skin again. She went it on for short before she stopped to blindfold him again. One glove she changed with a glove prepared with toothpicks and went back to him. A sudden scratch with it at his side made him scream out into his ballgag. Going on with both hands and licking his belly button she drove him into hysterics till she found him on the edge to faint again. Then she stopped her activity and took away all implements she used before. But kept the wig and the gloves with the buzzing bolts for his ribs. Removing the ballgag she whispered: "Now, I have something special in my mind....!" "L-Laurie... p-please... L-Laurie...!" he panted. "Just stop it... y-you KILL me... if my whole body wouldn't tingle so unbearably, I'd say you've already killed me!" Laura pinched his side and he yelped. Smiling at him she said: "No Steve, you seem to be still alive. So prepare for the next sensation." Putting on the wig again she gave a kiss to his mouth and moved down kissing him all over his chest moving down his stomach, caressing his belly button for a while, while the hair gave him tickles again that he screamed out in his laughter: "N-NOOO!!!! N-NOT AGAAAHAHAHHAHAAAIN!!!! IHIHIHI CAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAN'T T-TAHAHAHAKE EEEEEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEET!!!!" and bucked mightily which made Laura who already was more than hot moving down to his penis making him bucking even more due to the unbearable itching hair of the wig around this region. Licking his cock for short she felt he would explode soon. Put on the gloves, sat herself at Steve's cock to let it slide into her pussy. But it wasn't enough... she said: "C'mon Steve... Movement is necessary and began digging her fingertips into his hypersensitive ribs again while bending her body a little bit down that the very tips of the wig's hair touched his hypersensitive skin again making his belly twitching all over and his laughter increasing to helpless hysteria again. Bucking mightily he brought her nearer and nearer to the edge of orgasm, but didn't get rid of the agonizing tickling which went on and on till the orgasms exploded and shook their bodies additionally. Removing the gloves and the wig she gave him a rest by tickling him all over with her fingertips and nails till he nearly fainted again, but she stopped before he lost his conciousness completely. Then she jumped from his bed, covered him with the blanket untied him and said: "Recover a little bit. I think, we should go out for dinner tonight...!"