Verbal teasing
If your being tickled or you like to do the tickling, what is the best line you have heard or used?
This concept is priceless. An aunt long ago once told me that 'tickling' IS the perfect tease. It's hard to improve on that.
Disclaimer: I've posted this before as far back as the AMT days. So feel free to skip over it.
The first couple of years after my wife and I were married I used to tickle my mother-in-law, and to this day I don't know why she didn't kill me in my sleep. She knew full well that I tickled her daughter even before we were married, but I don't think she ever volunteered to be one of my victims, although, in one respect she was the classic ticklee.
My father-in-law passed away before my wife and I ever met. My wife told me she never once saw anyone tickle her mother, including her Dad, even a simple poke on the ribs until I came along. So I was the first in a long, long time, at least. Great Caesar's Ghost I tortured that woman!
I never once tickled her before my wife and I were married. The first time I did it post marriage, it was in her own home, meaning her own castle where she was supposed to be safe. I pinned her down on her living room floor and tickled her ribs forever. Somewhere between thirty seconds and a minute into it she screamed out loud, "I can't stand it!" When I stopped I still had her arms pinned over her head under my legs. As she finally was able to inhale a glorious breath she looked up at me and said, "I'm going to kill you!"
Well, that started a tickle war, or more aptly, a tickling you can't imagine. I tickled her armpits and tummy and ribs and made her say I was her favorite son-in-law. I made her apologize for threatening the life of her favorite son-in-law.
Before that tickling ended I made that poor woman say my favorite line in mother-in-law tickling. Bear in mind I was in my mid-twenties and she was in her mid-fifties. I forced her to laugh until my fingers got tired. Then I made her say, and she did, "I'll be a good girl from now on! I promise!"
When I finally let her up she sat on the floor there next to the sofa. Her clothes her a mess, and so was her hair which she kind of straightened with her hand, looked at me, shook her head as if to say, "I can't believe you did that." Then she just giggled.
That giggle may have been the worst thing she could do because it guaranteed she was going to get tickled half to death whenever I felt like it after that.
When a woman can't protect herself from a tickler, she has to defend herself by what she says. It better be good if she has to say it while she is being tickled. My mother-in-law had a real problem in that. Almost everything she said made me tickle with greater enthusiasm.