* This is PART 1 of a 6 PART Series! *

It had been over 2 years now since anyone had heard his name... “The Tickle Bandit.”

The rumours were that he just wasn’t around my university town anymore. That he was simply a student that had graduated and moved on to capturing, tying, tickling and sexually teasing the hell out of unsuspecting women somewhere new.

That seemed like the pretty likely case to me too. I mean, you come here, get your 4 year Bachelor and then you head off to a different adventure in life. Even I was finally in my last year and would be heading to Calgary or Vancouver Canada to live and work when I graduated!

As the months faded by since his last sighting, so too did the rumours, stories and gossip about him; And as I sat in my living room one cozy, warm July afternoon, studying for a final in the 20 odd minutes I had before going to work, the “Tickle Bandit” was the furthest thing from my mind.

He hadn’t always been...

Tbh, after he had captured me in my own dorm room and proceeded to tickle N’ sexually tease the f*ck out of me, sucking my helpless, pretty toes until I was legit hoping/waiting for him to make me c*m until I couldn’t anymore, I spent a lot of time thinking about him...

I spent a lot of time wondering why? Why didn’t he strip me naked and enjoy himself to as many of my bound *rgasms as he wanted? Why did he suck my toes and massage my p*ssy through my cute satin thong, until I was clearly wet and thrusting my hips for him, only to untie one of my hands and slip out just as quickly as he had slipped in?!

He had me right where he wanted and had broken my resolve! I probably would have f*cked him silly right there if he had just went all the way with it... So why?

It annoyed me for quite a while. I felt cheated, slightly insulted and embarrassed about how turned on he had made me.

After those first few months of going over and over it in my head, wondering why, and leaving all my doors and windows unlocked on purpose in some horny, embarrassing hope that this creep would finally come finish what he started, it dawned on me: He wasn’t going to.

He left me hot N’ horny for a reason: The freak get’s off on it! Having a “Tickle” and or “Foot Fetish” isn’t what I would c*ll a Normal thing, so of course our towns devious l*ttle Tickle perv would leave his victims horny and hoping for more!! It’s probably a total power trip for him!

To take a normal, gorgeous girl and subject he to something as odd as bound tickling and foot worship, until she realizes how much she’s secretly enjoying it? Secretly loving it!? And as angry as it made me, it was actually really smart of the creepy perv...

I know more than a thing or two about having s*xual power over men, so it’s not difficult for me to picture the kinda power his teasing, *dging, “leaving you longing for an *rgasm” tickle sessions give him.

Yep. He wasn’t coming back. He had got what he wanted from me: Control. Power.

So as I sat there on my laptop in the living room that warm, cozy July afternoon, with 20 odd minutes to cram some review in before heading off to work for the evening, I hadn’t thought about “The Tickle Bandit” in well over a year. He was legit the furthest thing from my mind.

I didn’t know it yet, but I wouldn’t be making it to my shift that evening...

(Too bad too because I looked super cute! Semi business casual with a hint of sassy sexiness in my cute bl*ck dress and matching bl*ck leggings!)

I planned on wearing my Pho white leopard print high heels to really nail home that sassy sexy vibe to mix confusingly in with the business professional look. What can I say? As a MILF going to school with mostly 20 year old guys, I got off on all the eye f*cking they gave me!

(99% of men have a fantasy for being f*cked silly by an older woman, and I had fully and c*mpletely taken advantage of that ion the last couple years)

Funny, if “The Tickle Bandit” wasn’t such a distant thought in my mind, I might have had a chuckle thinking about how hot he would be for my feet in said legging’s and heels! I can only imagine how soft, warm and ticklish they’d be after a 7 hour shift in ‘em...

He would never get to see the outfit fully completed with said heels tho... No, he made his unsuspecting return while I still sat there on my couch. Stocking’ed feet kicked up on my coffee table, waiting to reunite with their long lost tickle p*rvert!

I was just thinking about giving up on studying and heading into work a l*ttle bit early when everything went dark...

I awoke to the same thing: Darkness. A blindfold? It felt like a blindfold. It felt familiar. The soft, cool satin touch of a blindfold I had felt before. I quickly realized that I was on a very firm surface, my kitchen table I think? And not to my surprised, tied. Ankles together at one end and arms above my head at the other... My legs were NOT tied open and my clothing was STILL on! You’ve got to be kidding me!? Just worship my helpless p*ssy already!!! What the f*ck is the matter with this guy?!?!

I knew it was him before his first touch.

I knew I was about to be tickled long before he had me cr*cking in laughter, and moaning long before he teased my nipples so ruthlessly that I thought I’d lose my mind!

I knew he would tickle my soles in these soft, warm, sweaty stockings, just like I knew he would inevitably rip them right off my feet and mouth f*ck every soft, pretty, wrinkled inch. I knew I was about to once again be subjected to his methodical, erotic, evil ways, and that there was nothing I could do about it!

What I didn’t know is why he came back.

What I didn’t know, is that he keeps a list of all his favourite girls, and those are the girls he deems too addicting to stay away from. Too addicting not to have his way fully and c*mpletely with.

What I didn’t know, is that after the no mercy tickling, my fantasy of finishing our unfinished business was finally about to take form! Hot, moaning, screaming, cumming form!

To Be Continued...
Xoxo
-Gwen

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