You actually got tickled for MFF? That's the dream!! The chair? The bed?? Can you tell us about your experience, if we can't see it?
I did get tickled by TFF (not sure if you made a typo or if MFF is someone else?).
I was tied on a bed, arms above my head and feet in stocks (with toe ties of course lol). And... It was pretty intense, not gonna lie haha.
Can't say much more, or else I'd be revealing too much... :p
Explicit Content Warning: F/M bondage, tickling, and ticklegasm
Mallory checked her phone to make sure she had the right building. This was her first year at college and she’d never visited a professor’s office before. In fact, she’d never gotten a bad grade before now. But something about Medieval Studies made her mind wander. It was as if the topic was so boring, her brain refused to focus on it. The only thing that kept her even half interested was the attractive professor.
As she entered the three-story building, her skirt got caught on the door handle. Mallory sighed and stopped to unsnag it. She was used to wearing jeans, not this flared skirt. But her roommate had insisted on it. Claudia had said that if she was going to beg a professor for a chance at a better grade, she had to look the part. So she’d squeezed into Claudia’s too-short plaid skirt and button-up blouse. She had even put her light brown hair up in pigtails.
Since her roommate was thinner, the white shirt was stretched tightly across her full breasts. The buttons strained to hold it together while she walked through the building. It was completely empty. Not many professors had office hours on the weekends. Just in case anyone was watching, Mallory held the bottom of her skirt down to cover her purple panties as she climbed the stairs. Her tights tickled between her thighs all the way to the top floor.
She knocked on the professor’s door and waited for him to respond before heading inside. Professor Abram’s office was large and windowless with shelves built into the wall. Aside from all the books lining the shelves, he had old clay pottery, bronze helmets, and small crossbows displayed.
There were also a bunch of strange, ancient-looking contraptions like a rickety medieval-style throne and a wooden apparatus set on a waist-high platform. It had two long boards, one higher one lower, with different sized holes cut in them. Something about it stirred her memories of the class, but she couldn’t put a name to the device.
She spotted Professor Abram sitting at a disorganized desk in the back of the room. He had dark hair with salt and pepper shading around the temples. A thick woolen sweater shrouded his lean form, and the glow from the computer monitor shown in his glasses. He waved her into his office and Mallory closed the door, walking over. She tried to sway her hips the way Claudia had shown her before stopping in front of his desk.
“Good evening, Mallory.”
“Good evening.”
“I was surprised to get your email about raising your grade,” he said leaning back in his rolling office chair. His heavy eyebrow rose as he regarded her outfit, then he focused on her face. It was clear he was trying not to look at her chest or legs.
“Thanks for seeing me on short notice.”
“Not a problem. But you know you have a C, right? I usually only hear from students who are failing or close to it. Your work has been very good. You’re just missing a few assignments. As long as you get the last paper turned in on time and show up for the final, you’ll pop that C right up to a B.” He snapped his finger and pointed toward the ceiling.
“Right. The problem is, I sort of need an A. The grad school I want to attend requires a 3.8 or higher. I can’t have the possibility of a C dragging that down.”
“Wow, I’ve never seen a freshman so dedicated. It’s admirable.”
“Thanks,” she said with a half-smile. “But now that it’s the end of the year, I realize I bit off more than I can chew. That’s why I didn’t turn in those papers. I just had so much to do with six other classes. I also work full-time.”
I’m sorry, but like I said at the beginning of the year, I don’t take late assignments.”
“I know.”
“I don’t offer extra credit either.” He leaned forward and she could see something on his computer monitor reflected in his glasses. It looked like a naked woman with her arms tied over her head. Her soles were facing the camera and her feet seemed to be trapped in some kind of board with holes. When she spotted a feather between two of the woman’s toes, something clicked in her mind.
Now she remembered when she’d started to find herself attracted to the professor. It was the day he went over medieval torture devices. He’d used a projector to display pictures of them while talking about each one. Although he’d been sitting at his desk in the lecture hall at the time, she’d been at the right angle to get a good view of him. And as he told the Medieval Studies class about one apparatus in particular, he’d started to get aroused. The longer he talked about what the crowd did to people locked in the stocks, the larger it had grown.
By the end of class, he was rock solid and a very decent size. She thought the device he’d been talking about was called a pillory or stockade. And it looked like he actually had one here in the corner of his office. Whatever he was looking at on his computer was a similar device with a woman’s feet trapped inside.
Mallory glanced across the room at the pillory then back at the professor. That’s when a wicked idea began to form in her mind. Before it was fully-fledged, she stood. Then she began pacing the room, trying to seem like she was on the brink of an anxiety attack.
“I know,” Mallory squeaked. “I just… don’t know what to do anymore.” She let her voice waiver and crack as she ranted, lending her spiral more authenticity. “It’s so much harder than I thought it would be. High school was so easy compared to this. I’m going to lose it.”
“Uhh, you can get through it,” Professor Abram said looking alarmed. “Things will… you’ll be fine. You just need to… to buckle down and…”
“No. College is just too much,” she went on as crocodile tears began to shine in her eyes. She stomped back and forth, letting her skirt lift and flap as she moved. A button even broke free from her shirt and shot across the room. She pretended not to notice, but she saw his head turn to follow its progress. “Maybe I should just drop out and keep waiting tables.”
“What? N-no. Don’t drop out.”
“What else can I do? I’m too stupid!”
“No, you’re a very smart young lady. You do high quality work.”
“Not good enough,” she said trailing closer to his chair. His monitor came into view, and she took a quick glance before he turned it off. The professor was watching a video of a completely naked woman being tickled with feathers. Someone was behind the woman tickling her armpits as well and there was a vibrator between her legs.
Mallory had been right. Professor Abram had a tickle fetish.
She pretended not to see the screen as she turned and continue to pace. “I’ll never be good enough. Just like my father said when I started school.”
“I… you… Mallory, this is the right place for you. I know it.”
She sighed loudly and paused near the pillory, turning to look at him. She stuck out her lower lip and widened her eyes, giving him the poutiest face she could. A tear finally broke free to trickle down her cheek. “You… you really think so?”
“Of course I do.”
She sniffed loudly then leaned back, taking a seat on the platform where the device was sitting. Then she crossed her legs dramatically so that he’d get a glimpse of her purple and black lace underwear.
“You can’t give up on your potential like that,” he said standing. He strolled over to join her, taking a seat next to her as she hoped. “I was a server too, and its nothing to be ashamed of. But there isn’t much room to advance.”
Mallory took several deep breaths as if trying to calm herself. She made her chest rise and fall markedly, trying to draw his eyes there. The missing button had widened the gap in her shirt. If she tilted her head, she could see through it to her bare breast. So she moved to make sure the angle was right for him to get a peek inside as well.
“Don’t let your father tell you what you can and can’t do. After reading your papers, I can tell that you have a bright future.”
“Do you really think so? Some of my friends say I should just go work at Hooters.”
He barked a laugh. “Your guy friends, I’m assuming.”
She chuckled, using the motion to adjust herself on the platform so that her legs spread out a little. Her panties were almost visible beneath her hiked skirt. “You’re funny too? Well, that’s just not fair.”
“Hmmm? What do you mean?”
“Oh, nothing,” she said letting him see her cheeks go pink before she covered her face. “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s alright. You can tell me.”
She wiped her cheeks vigorously, making sure to shake her breasts. He glanced down at her cleavage then quickly back to her face.
“Don’t pretend you don’t know I think you’re cute,” she said poking his stomach. “You can’t hide that body, even under all this fabric.” He chuckled at her touch, and she grinned sinisterly. “I couldn’t stop looking at you that one day in class. Remember? I know you noticed. Actually.” She twisted around and put her hand on the pillory. “I think this was the thing you were talking about during that lesson.”
He scratched his head as his eyes leapt from her legs to the device, then back to her face. “I… uhhh…”
“I knew you noticed I had a crush on you,” Mallory squealed. Then she buried her face in her hands once more.
Professor Abram cleared his throat, standing up. But he didn’t go back to his desk. That was a good sign. “Look, I’m… flattered. But relations between staff and students are–”
“I know it’s forbidden,” Mallory cut in.
“Even if it weren’t… f-forbidden,” he said stuttering a little. “You’re too young to want someone like me. I’m ancient compared to you.”
She looked up at him with her brown doe eyes. “Don’t say that. You’re the hottest professor at this school. I’m sorry for saying it out loud, but everyone knows it. I can’t help what my body wants. That’s one of the reasons I can’t pay attention. I don’t even remember what this thing does.” Mallory pointed at the apparatus behind her.
“That? It’s called a pillory and stocks. They were used to punish criminals.”
She stood and turned to look at it in bewilderment. “Really? I don’t see how.”
“Well, I can explain that easily enough.” He stood up and tapped the highest board with three holes in it. “The law-breaker would put their neck in this opening,” he said pointing to the largest hole in the center, “and their wrists in the smaller two.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not at all.”
“What about that one back there?” she asked pointing to the lower board that was set right on the platform. It only had two holes in it.
“Those would be for ankles. They weren’t always put together like this, it was just an easy way to display both of them together.” He looked away, blushing.
“I still don’t see how it would work.”
“It opens up,” Professor Abram said seeming one part embarrassed and two parts excited. He unlatched a metal clasp on the side and half the device lifted into the air. It split the openings into half-circles. “See?”
She shook her head, trying to make her face look dense. Mallory hated pretending to be dimwitted, but she really needed that A. If this was the only way to get it, she had to go for it.
He opened the back board in the same way. Then Professor Abram climbed up onto the device and got on his knees. Thrill leaped inside her at the thought of what she was about to do. She just had to wait for the perfect moment. He continued to explain as he stuck his neck into the opening. Her excitement soared higher.
“See, your head would go here.”
“Ohhh. That’s starting to make sense.”
“And your hands go here.”
As soon as he rested his wrists in the holes, she moved, bumping into the device.
“Woops!” she cried pretending it was an accident. The top half of the board wobbled threateningly. Then the pillory slammed closed, trapping him inside.
She put her hand over her lips and giggled. “I’m such a klutz. Sorry about that.”
“I uh… that’s…” he stammered. “It’s okay. Just, lift it back up please.” He tried to move, but the heavy board hardly shifted at all.
“Okay, so I just grab this part right here and…” she flipped the clasp, latching it so it was locked in place.
“No, that’s not right. Open that part back up.”
“Huh?”
He tried to move again, but the pillory held the top half of his body in place. “Unlock it and just lift the board back off of me please.”
“But what about these ones back here?” she said stepping out of his field of vision to the other side of the apparatus.
“Don’t… don’t worry about those. I’ll sh-show you after. Come back up here and unlatch the top part.” He shook, making the entire platform rattle. It rocked so much that the top of the stocks fell closed over the back of his ankles.
“Oh no!” she said. “Looks like you moved it too much and the back ones closed on you.”
“Oh shit!” he cried trying to look around the board. “Open them back up please. I’m sort of trapped now.”
She grabbed his shoe and shook it. “Only sort of trapped?”
“All… all the way trapped. Just open it up. Please.”
Mallory took the final step and locked the stocks into place as well.
“What!? What are you doing?”
“Ohhhh, I see now what you mean,” she said stepping back and looking over the entire scene. He was bent over on his knees, completely vulnerable. She’d never really tried bondage before, but the sight of him so helpless in his own restraining device made her swell with desire.
“G-g-good. Glad I could help you understand. Now… let me out. Now.” His voice had taken on a sharp tone.
Mallory widened her eyes innocently again. She moved to the front of the platform and leaned toward him on it, making sure her cleavage was just under his nose. He couldn’t look away so easily now. “You aren’t mad at me, are you?” she asked pressing her tits together. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trap you in your own device.”
“N-no, I’m not mad. I just want to get out now.”
“You’re mad. I can tell.”
“I’m not mad,” he said angrily.
She gave him a pout. “Then why is your face all scrunched up and red?”
“I’m just… a little embarrassed, alright.”
“Haven’t you ever tried one of these out before?” she asked innocently.
His sputter was all the answer she needed. She stood upright and headed back around the platform, setting her hand on his side. Then she started to squeeze it over and over. Her nails whispered on the fabric of his sweater. He screeched a laugh.
“Admit it, Proooofessoooor Abram, you’re maaaaad at me,” she said dragging out the words as she tickled up and down his side.
He squirmed and laughed. Seeming unable to respond through his shocked guffaws.
“Ohhh, are you ticklish?” she asked in mock-surprise. “Just admit you’re mad and I’ll stop.” She gave him a devious grin.
“I-eeeee-heehee. I’m noooo-hoooot. Huhuh!”
“I know you are, just admit it,” she said sneaking her hand under his shirt. Her fingernails started dancing up his side, making him squeal.
“Ahhahaha! Okay! Okay! I admit it. I’m huhuh I’m a little mad. Huhuha! I’m also huhuh a little ticklish.”
Her fingers crept onto his stomach and carried on as he hooted in laughter. “Ohh, are you just a little ticklish?” Mallory teased. “You seem very ticklish to me.”
“Really? I couldn’t tell. Is this your most ticklish spot?”
He didn’t answer and she skittered her nails across his abdomen.
“Or is it here, maybe?” Mallory added her other hand to the small of his back and started tickling.
He shuddered. “N-n-n-n-noooooo! Haha! That’s no-haha-ot it! Haha!”
“Are you sure? It seems pretty bad for you right here. Maybe its higher though.” She dragged her hands up his torso on both sides of his body, scratching up to his chest with one and along his spine with the other.
He writhed as she stroked both sets of nails back and forth vigorously. “That’s not! HAHA that’s not it either! HAHA!” he screamed.
One hand dove into his armpit while the other began circling his nipple. She accidentally brushed over it with her fingertip and realized it was stiff. A rush of lust filled her, and a pang of guilt followed swiftly after. Was she really about to take advantage of this teacher just to get an A? Her hands fell still, and she pulled them out of his shirt.
His laughter ceased at once. “Get me out of here,” he said sternly. The professor sounded even angrier, but she could see the bulge growing in his pants. He was already starting to get hard. That confirmed her theory. He enjoyed being restrained and tickled. It turned him on. And she had to admit, it was turning her on too.
“I’d like to let you out, professor, really, I would. It’s just that… I wasn’t completely honest with you before about not knowing what this thing is. I remember you telling us about it. And I remember how… interested you seemed to be in it. It made you horny just talking about it, didn’t it? And when I first came in your office today, you were watching something naughty, weren’t you, professor?”
He frowned and the anger painting his face melted to worry.
“I thought so,” she said with a sly wink. “You were watching some helpless woman getting tickled. That’s why you like this contraption.” She gave it a fond rub. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone what you do in your office. Because I noticed something else too. Just now while I was tickling you, you never really said to stop. Did you, professor? Almost like you wanted me to keep going.”
She heard him swallow as his face turned a deeper shade of red.
“Is that what you want, Professor? To be tickled senseless? Because it sure looks like you do. And I think it would be so much fun.” Mallory rested her fingers on his thigh and tapped a few times. His hard cock was only centimeters away from her hand.
He shifted in the pillory. “I… umm…”
“I really need that A, professor, and I think you want to give it to me,” she said as she started tickling his thigh. His dick leapt in his pants. “He seems to agree with me.”
Professor Abram broke into renewed laughter, and she used her other hand to unbuckle his belt. Again, he didn’t tell her to stop. After working it open, she slowly unzipped his pants. They fell down to his knees on the platform. His boxers already had a spot of dampness at the tip of his bulge.
“Oh yes, he definitely agrees with me.” Mallory wet her lips as she set to tickling his pelvis and thigh.
He screamed in laughter, hands shaking like crazy as her fingernails zipped across the silky fabric. She found a meaty bundle of thigh with her other hand and started kneading it like a lump of clay. He bucked, but the pillory and stocks kept him from moving too much. It was easy to keep her hands in place on his body.
“You wiggle so much, I hardly have to move my hands to tickle you,” she teased. He continued to writhe against her fingernails for almost half a minute. Finally, he started to take hold of his body and force himself to stillness.
Mallory chuckled wickedly then started to torment his pelvis with both hands.
“Oooohhhhaahaa! That tickles so bad! Ahhhaahhaa!”
“Poor ticklish Professor Abram. All you have to do is say I have an A and I’ll stop.” She clawed downward with her pointer nails so that she was scratching right beside the outline of his cock on both sides. He screamed. “But you don’t really want me to stop, do you?”
He didn’t respond other than to continue his full-throated laugh. The spot on his boxers spread as she thoroughly destroyed his pelvic region.
“Or maybe I just haven’t found the right spot yet,” she said moving up his abdomen. She tested out the ticklishness of his belly button before moving off to the sides to throttle his hips. After thoroughly exploring his stomach, she moved up to count his ribs. He giggled ceaselessly while she worked her way up his ribcage. Each pair seemed to be worse. When she got to the top, she couldn’t hear a difference in his squeal like she had with the others.
She pinched them between her thumb and pointer then shook. “Do these tickle more or less than the ones below?”
“I-eee-heeheehe don’t knooohohoow!”
Mallory moved back to the lower pair for a few seconds and then back up. “Which ones, professor? Tell me.”
“Thoooose doooooo hahaha!”
“Ohhh yeah? It tickles there? How about right here?” she asked moving to the sides then up to his armpits.
“Yeeeesss-sss-sss!”
“What’s worse? Your ribs or here?”
“There! Riiiight there,” he blurted before being overcome by laughter again. Her nails danced in the hollows of his underarms as he bellowed. Then she moved one hand out and onto his hard left nipple.
“Don’t do that! AHHAHAHA! Not that!”
Her mischievous grin broadened further as she moved to tickle his right nipple too. She licked her fingers, then went back to it, gently pinching and twisting. After that, she flattened her hands and rubbed her fingers back and forth across his hard wet nubs.
“Ohhh hohoh my fucking fuck!” he wailed.
“Is this your most ticklish spot?” she asked raking her nails over his pecks.
“N-n-n-n-nooo! HAAHAAHAA!”
“Then where is it?” Mallory tickled harder when he didn’t respond. “Tell me.”
“Noooo hohoh! I can’t!”
“Tell me,” she pressed, spider-tickling back down his torso and slipping her fingers into the top of his boxers.
He squeezed his eyes closed and took the onslaught. Although he screamed and begged, he didn’t break. She was impressed with his fortitude, but that spot on his underwear had grown to the size of a fist. It was time to take it up a notch. So she slipped his boxers off his long cock. It quivered and she had to inhale through her gritted teeth to cool her rising desire for him. His underwear fell to land on his pants.
Mallory had to move away from his dick or risk ending things too early. So she stepped toward the back of the platform. If his upper body wasn’t doing the trick, she’d have to try his feet. She slid off his leather loafer and he shifted in a quick motion, trying to look around the pillory board to see her.
“What are you doing back there?”
“Exactly what you want me to,” she mocked pulling off his other shoe. “At least according to that big pulsing cock of yours.”
“Oh no,” he whined.
“You can stop me anytime. Just say I have an A. Then I’ll let you go. So simple.”
He said nothing as she set a single nail on his heel. “That’s what I thought. You love being tickled. Maybe I should be making you beg me to keep going instead.” She made a zig-zag pattern as she slowly trailed her finger along his left sole.
Whimpering laughter poured from him, and Mallory added the rest of her fingernails to his sole. Then she started tickling his other foot as well, increasing her speed. “Ohhh, I think I finally found your spot. Didn’t I, professor.”
He only screamed in laughter. His desperate groans and pleas fueled her to tickle harder. She pressed her fingers in and explored every inch. When she moved to his toes, he started to yelp like a strange siren.
“Ohhh, there it is,” she cooed twiddling and teasing his toes. “Is this your most ticklish spot?”
“YES!” he squeaked at once. “PLEASE! EEEHEEHEEHEE! TOO MUCH!”
“What’s too much?”
“The tickling! THE TICKLING! STOOOOHOOOHOOOP!”
“Oh, are your toes ticklish? You should have said something.” But she didn’t stop.
“OKAY! OKAY! HEEHEE! OHHH FUUUCK! NO MORE!”
“Awwww, does that mean you’re giving me an A?”
“YES! Pleee-heehee-ease just stop. I’m soooohohoho ticklish there.”
“Then say it, say I have an A,” she said moving back to his soles.
“Ohhhhhoooo fuck! You have it! HAHA! OKAY! YOU HAVE AN A!”
“Thank you, professor. It’s so sweet of you to notice all my hard work.” But still, she didn’t stop. She was completely enthralled with tickling his helpless feet and watching his hips and dick bounce with need. He was dripping everywhere, and she was wetter than she ever had been before.
“Why-eeeeheehee! I said yes! I SAID YES!” he screeched through his laughter.
“Which spot tickles more, Professor?” she asked while tickling the ball of his right foot and the arch of his left. “Be a good boy and tell Ms. Mallory.”
“The spot on the right! THE RIGHT!”
“Good job,” she said moving to tickle the same spot on his left foot too.
“Ohhhoho God! AHHHAHAHA!” he yelled. “You gotta ahhaha! You gotta stop. I’m gunna… gunna cum!” He was humping the air uselessly as his cock throbbed.
Mallory didn’t slow down at all. “What? Just from tickling?”
“EEEHEHEHEE YEEEEEESSSSS! I thi hehehe I think soooohoho!”
“That’s so hot,” she taunted, skittering even quicker. She found a scrap of flesh on the ball of his right foot that made him leap and focused in on it. Then she tried to find that same spot on the other foot. “Why would I stop?”
“Because I-eee already haha gave yoooohoohoo the A! HAHA! Please!”
“But I’d love to hear you laugh while you cum everywhere.”
“Noo hoohoo! Pleeeease! HAHA! I can’t take it! Can’t take anymore!”
“What’s going to happen? You can’t do anything. I’m having so much fun, I may not even stop after you orgasm. I might just keep you here all night. See how many times you can cum from tickling.”
“YOOOOHOOOO CAN’T AHHAHAHA! OH GAAAHAAHAAWD!”
She finally found the tiny spot on the ball of his left foot that made him jolt, then she dug in, tickling both the extra-sensitive spots on each foot at once.
Boy was he right. His mid-section bucked wildly as his shoulders and legs remained mostly in place. The entire platform rocked as cum shot a couple feet, splattering the ancient-looking rug on the floor. She kept tickling while he groaned and squirted over and over.
Then he shuddered and his body fell completely limp. While he was still panting and leaking, she released him from the stocks. Although it had been fun to taunt him, she didn’t want to take things too far and risk him getting her kicked out of school. Men were always more compliant right after an orgasm but leaving before his endorphins and adrenaline dropped was essential. She unlatched the pillory then helped him down from the platform.
His face was bright red as he pulled his pants up. But he seemed more embarrassed than angry.
“I’m so sorry about that, Professor. I really don’t know what came over me.” She looked down at the floor, trying to show him how ashamed she felt.
“That’s… that’s alright, Mallory,” he said slowly. “Just… just don’t tell anyone about this, alright. You can keep the A.”
“I promise not to mention it. Believe me, I’m just as mortified as you are.”
“I highly doubt that,” he said as she hurried out of his office.
That night, she had the best orgasm of her life while thinking about what she’d done to the man. Not only had she bested Professor Abram, but she’d managed to ace the class as well.
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