Plot twist: ran into an old friend on my way out of Houston. The only non-sadistic tickler in the city, and the one I get to provoke for once. A merciful sendoff after a very merciless week🪶
Kept my Houston trip on the DL for work, but the real overtime happened at night. Didn't expect to get tied up and tickled mercilessly by some stupidly fit guys every single night. No idea what my colleagues thought hearing my screaming laughter down the hotel hall.
They were truly evil 😈 Fake-untying me, demanding I "stop laughing" to be let go, and pushing the torture way past my orgasm until the bed was a total puddle.
I'm covered in scrapes and bruises from struggling so hard (which definitely hurts in the shower). Haven't been tickled this sadistically by my husband in a long time, but damn... what a trip!