by Chris

Illustration by ???

Originally Published in Bound To Please Vol. 3, No.  6

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bondage, consensual, rope, topless, tickled

Dear Roland,

You are the only man I know who will appreciate what I accomplished yesterday afternoon, and I must describe the whole thing for you in detail.  I remember when we discussed the rewards of tying up a woman; they are very great; and you made the unforgettable comment that the pleasure in doing so is in direct proportion to what you called the 'improbability' of the conquest."

Well, listen to this.  The assistant swimming coach here at the University is an absolute Juno of a girl named Jessica.  You may have heard of her.  She qualified as a diver for the Olympics and just missed getting a medal.  Anyway, she has a reputation for giving men the gate, and lives entirely for her sport, though at twenty-six she may be over the hill in that game.  So, a humble instructor like myself, and an utter non-athlete would be scarcely likely to get anywhere with her, right?  Wrong!

I first met her three weeks ago when my department chief delegated me the job of giving her some lessons in French, as there is to be a tour by the team later this year.  And, of course, it was all strictly business, lessons to be given in a side room in the swimming hall.  Well, this was noisy and not very comfortable and I suggested that we use my apartment.  Obvious suspicion, her eyes narrow as she appraised me carefully.  But I don't look dangerous, so over she comes every other day, for two hours in the afternoon.

Well, with a goddess, like this, you have to be very subtle and it wasn't until yesterday that I made my move.  What she knows best, any diver does, is body control and I asked her whether this control also extends to the abdominal muscles that, in us lesser mortals, twitch involuntarily if the skin above them is tickled.  She pondered this interesting question and I said in an absolutely flat tone of voice that the only way to find out would be to tie her to a bed and test it.

To get such a proposal from me and after such a long time together baffled her completely, but when I rose to show her to my guest bedroom, she followed with a quizzical look and stripped to her tight panties and bra.  I motioned her to lie flat, length-wise on the bed and lashed her wrists together around the center bar holding the iron frame at the head, using some of that very thin white nylon rope that is best for this purpose.  And then, before she knew it, I had tied her ankles around the vertical bar at the opposite end.

What a sight!  A perfectly flawless body, with supple muscles in the shoulders, thighs, and calves!  And what symmetry in the tightly bound legs!

It would have been a tactical error, of course, to show any sign of triumph.  Instead, I asked her matter-of-factly whether she was entirely comfortable, and was she at all ticklish.  This had its impact, I could see, but now she had to grin and bear it.  I told her she would certainly be more comfortable without the bra and slipped my hands under her pinned shoulders to unsnap it.  Her breasts were very firm as could be expected in a diver, and also very white in contrast to the bronzed athletic skin of her torso.

Now, as you know, most every girl is ticklish, but many, including some of the bigger and stronger ones, are terrifyingly so.  And it soon turned out that this was Jessica's weak point as well.  Straddling her thighs, I put her to the test, and, of course, the abdominal muscles rippled to the touch and when I got to her ribs her face flushed bright red (that's how we got the expression 'tickled pink', I suddenly thought), but, of course, she was determined not to laugh aloud or beg for mercy.  That would have been beneath her dignity, I guess.

Naturally, I tickled her nipples erect and stroked her breasts gently, an action, I noticed, that produced a much fainter flush on the cheeks.  And I could see the whole thing was hot work for her, as rivulets of sweat trickled down from her armpits.  An unscheduled work-out!

A diver's feet, as you know, are very flexible and she curled and twisted them frantically when I tickled her on the soles with the point of an ivory letter opener.  At this I took some string and, in the most expert manner, tied her toes together and pulled her feet up taut.

She sighed when I had completed this and spoke her first words.  "I have read about bondage, and I never thought it would happen to me, but you are clearly a pro."

It was high praise.

I gave her the rest of the French lesson while she remained helpless.  And believe me, she was an alert student, for mistakes were punished by renewed tickling.

I finally untied her and she dressed quickly, as if after an athletic competition, and said goodbye with the words, "See you day after tomorrow.  I'll bring some more feathers!"

It will be a hard act to surpass, but maybe I'll think of something!

Your old friend,

Chris

guardian46w's note:  Does anyone recognize this artist?  To me, it looks like Lou Kagan.  ??