Trapped

Resisting The Tickles

~~This is from the perspective of the girlfriend. My more dominant ler readers will enjoy this one more.

My favorite thing to listen for while tickling someone is for the desperation. Where the begging turns to real begging. Please stop! No, really!! Usually I can break my boyfriend quickly these days when I strap him down and bring him to tickle hell, but today he's being difficult and has decided to resist me. He won't let me hear his cries for mercy.
His laughing pitch got higher as I shook my hands on his ribs faster. After hearing more of his bubbly laughter without a plea for it to end I was starting to get a little proud. But...wow I really wanna hear him beg right now. I stopped. He smirks tiredly back up at me, gasping gently for his breath.
"Don't you hate it?", I ask, sounding desperate myself.
"Yeah more than anything, but I'm not giving you what you want.".
"I will break you!", I exclaim as I hop off of him and the bed. I turn to the desk in our room that I've laid all our tickle tools out on. Soft, let's go soft. I want to drive him crazy. A simple pink feather.
I face him again and twist the feather in my fingers as I admire him for a bit. He's in just his boxers, stretched out in a taut X, with his wrists and ankles strapped firmly into the corners of the bed. He does look scared as I approach the bed again and climb back on top of him. I reposition myself a little lower on him and start to drag the soft part of the feather gently against his stomach and trace his abs with it. He squirms. I turn the feather and carefully touch the harder stick-part to his stomach, and drag it to his left side, drawing carefully. I earn some snickers from him. I draw all the way up and draw it gently around the left side of his collarbone. This isn't doing much but getting him to giggle nervously and shiver under me. I drop the feather against his chest and draw my finger across his collarbone. All his attention was focused on my right hand about to tickle his collarbone, so he didn't notice my left hand hovering over his left hip. His weak spot.
I gave his collarbone a soft tap and immediately grabbed his hip with my left hand, squeezing it and teasing his hip bone with my thumb, my other hand tickling his collarbone. He thrashed.
"Na-haha!!", he began to laugh madly and squirm helplessly under me.
He almost said 'no'! I want to hear him beg for me to stop. Why won't he beg for me? He knows how bad I want it. I brought my other hand down to help attack his other hip, tickling quick and rough, sending him into a yelp-y and hiccup-y laughing fit. I love it, but I want to hear him beg.
"I'm not going to stop tickling right here until you beg for me!", I threaten. I try mixing up my pattern with the hip tickling, but I worry he will get used to it. A small panic is starting in my mind. My fetish is ruling my actions. I want to hear him beg.
His laugh gets louder and squeakier, tears starting to leak from his eyes. He's too strong. He's not-
"STOP!!", he cries out, stopping me in my tracks. The tickling halts and he pants loudly, eyes closed.
"Oh?", I grin excitedly, bouncing a little. He opens his eyes and smiles up at me, exhausted.
"Couldn't handle it?", I give him a smirk and cross my arms across my chest. He shakes his head, still trying to get his breath back.
I grab the feather and draw a smiley face on his stomach.
I won!

~~A little different and a little longer. We have variety on this account ;) Let me know if you enjoyed!