“My most ticklish spot is my belly,” I notify Amber.
“Wow, same as me!” she states as she reaches under my shirt and starts tickling.
“HAHAHAHA!” I laugh while she tickles, caught off guard.
After a few seconds, Amber retracts her hands and announces, “Let’s get started with the tour. You’re going to be a really fun visitor.” I follow Amber into the next room, where I see a few holes in the wall. “So, here’s the first stop of the tour. These are called wall stocks. As you can imagine, they are very useful for tickling people’s feet, but they can also work well for tickling tummies. Would you care to see a demonstration?”
“Of course,” I confirm, and then two feet poke through the bottom holes, a stomach pokes through the large middle hole, and two hands come through the top holes. Suddenly, the top and bottom holes get smaller, trapping the hands and feet of the person on the other side.
“Go ahead and tickle it,” Amber encourages, and I walk over with a devious smile. I hear laughter right as my fingers touch the bare belly, and I lightly tickle it for a minute. However, after a minute, I decide to raspberry the midriff, and then my tickling becomes much more intense, tormenting the person on the other side. Five minutes pass, and then I stop abruptly when Amber’s fingers run under my shirt again across my own ticklish tummy. “The best part about this is that after you tickle the person, they get to tickle you back.”
Before I knew what was happening, Amber had placed my hands and feet in the wall stocks, and my midsection pushed through the middle hole. “AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I laugh as I am suddenly the ticklee. What felt like twenty fingers were running over my bare belly, and as much as I tried to squirm, I do not get very far. “THAHAT REHEHELY TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” After a couple minutes, I get my own share of raspberries, with one side of my midsection getting raspberried as the fingers continue to torment the other side. Amber allows me to get tickled for eight minutes before she finally lets me out of the stock holes, giving me a minute to catch my breath again. “That tickled so much.”
“That’s good; it’s the aim of the attraction,” Amber comments. “Anyways, you’ll meet her later; she might even let you have some more tickling fun then. Let’s go on to the next attraction.” I go to the next room and see…
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