It was a cold evening; I was in a clean, modern hotel room I had recently rented to spend some alone time with my significant other. It was a spacious loft overlooking the city’s sparkling skyline. I had a candle lit and was sitting on the edge of the bed, a lot on my mind. Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door open, so I walk towards my handsome guy, smiling innocently.

“I have a surprise for you!” I say, as my hands cover my man’s eyes, leading him down the hallway of our hotel room towards our sleeping area. “Keep your eyes shut, no peeking!” I say in an excited voice. “Just a little further, here against this wall. Keep them shut!”

He had just gotten out of the shower, only wearing a fresh pair of underwear, but otherwise no shirt or socks.

I peek past him and look at the contraption I had set up. I was pleased with myself for being able to set up the contraption while he was showering without him having a clue on what I was up to.

Along the wall next to our king size bed, shackles hang down from a bar wedged securely across a doorway opening which lead to a small living room area of the loft. Before he has time to open his eyes, I grab his wrists and slam his arms upwards into the shackles, causing them to slam shut instantly. “What ... what do you think you are doing??” He exclaims.

Not answering him right away, I pace around him observing just how stuck he was, admiring my work, a sly smile creeps across my lips. There truly was something I was up to, and he was about to find out.

“I need something from you. Information, actually ... You see, last week you got a phone call from what sounded like a loan shark demanding that you pay them back big money. I knew you were keeping something from me ... and I’m going to find out exactly what you’ve been hiding.”

“And just how are you going to do that?” He asks, eying me up and down.

“Remember, I’m the one asking questions here!” I say, in a warning voice.

I walk over to our bedside table and open the drawer. Wearing a brown crop sweater exposing a tiny bit of tummy and a denim skirt with a belt hugging my waste, I could feel his eyes on me as I pull out a stiff tipped feather and lace it between my fingers. With my back still turned to him, I say “But just to make sure you understand, I’m going to find out by tickling you, of course.”

Squirming now, but otherwise unable to move anywhere, I knew it would not take long to get exactly what I wanted. I walked closer and closer to him; feather playfully twirled in front of his face while he braced against the shackles. “I want you to tell me what you took a loan out for.” He darted his eyes back and forth, avoiding looking me in the eyes. “You do realize you can’t get away, right? So, you might as well fess up!” At this moment, I started tickling him ever so softly along his collar bone.

Giggling, he twisted away from the feather trying everything he could to avoid its terribly ticklish sensation. Softly tickling his collar bones, I told him it was only going to get worse from here ... I moved the feather down to his right side, tickling the feather faster and faster until he was laughing uncontrollably. “Please ... Hehehe, Pleeeeease stop! I can’t tell you I won’t ... I won’t talk! ... hahhaha please no it tickles so bad!!!!” Already breathless, he continued to struggle against the shackles but still was ever so stuck. “If you don’t want to die from laughing, then you better tell me.” I say to him seriously.

I start to tickle him on his chest causing him to squirm and laugh even louder, then move the feather down his torso slowly, which I could tell was agonizing for him as he moaned while laughing and closed his eyes, barely keeping himself upright. Next, I moved the feather to his upper abdomen and tickled between his ribs. I took my time, loving how his skin shuddered every time the feather moved even a tiny bit. Lower and lower the feather went, and louder and louder the laughing became until he was nearly breathless. “Ahh! P ... please I can’t ... take any m-more ... HahAHaha, Amanda stop!”