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can someone please write a story about a female babysitter getting tickled... I've always wanted to read a story about that.
 
Going along with the rules laid out by the misstress i will see if I can give it a go....................
 
Babysitter on the menu......

I know this for me was oft times the holy grail of tickling and being tickled..................So sticking with the rules that are laid out.............Let me know how I did.............



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“…Patient number 43289, program TK/BC/NonHU, Session #3 ; patient has been broken down mentally over the first two sessions, now exhibiting hysteria and delusional defense behaviors. Recommended treatment 24 hours with the babysitter non-tk, then readmit to program starting on level 2”……

Steven Francis had always been known as the reliable good kid in the neighborhood. If there was a group of kids hanging out late and night and Steven was there the Police would tell them to go home, no warning, no citation nothing……So when people needed to have something watch over there stuff Steven would be the one they would call. Being trusted and having everyone in there confidence would have unnerved some kids, but Steve was never like other kids. Steve would watch peoples homes and belongings, never throwing parties or anything like that. The adults in the neighborhood trusted Steven with out question. So it was only natural when he graduated high school went to college and then moved back into the neighborhood everyone was thrilled.
There had been some new editions to the neighborhood since Steven had left one of them being the Babinski family. Consisting of Mrs. Babinski (Babs) her oldest daughter Tiffany, back from college and working her way up in the local chemical company. Trixie her youngest daughter going to the local trade tech school, to learn more about carpentry, welding and electrician work. As Steven moved into his house he felt as those he was being watched but, could not see anyone in the house across the street, the one his mom had said had the single ladies in it. Steven waved high to the Smith family, noticing the wink from Mrs. Smith. As the Steven became more trusted with the Men in the neighborhood, he would be called upon to keep the wives company while the husbands were out fishing or on business trips. Being out of high school at the time, his schedule permitted him to accompany the wives were ever they wanted to go that the husbands did not. This allowed for Steven indulge his appetites, his love for flirting with married and older women, his love of tickling and of creating situations for others to try new pleasurable experiences.
Finally getting done with all his unpacking at 1:30am, Steven sat down to his laptop to check his work email and get ready to enjoy a nice long weekend. Seeing everything in order on the professional side of his life, he logged into his personal email and sure enough there were emails from most of the wives I the neighborhood welcoming him back. Some were just saying a shy hi, while others being bolder expressed in some detail how they missed Steven being around. One in particular caught his attention, from the Babinski household,
“ Steven, welcome to the neighborhood! I want to welcome you and also inquire as discretely as I can about these “services” that you have offered to the neighborhood in the past? I know that Mrs. Smith seemed to blush a bit when she described how you would escort her to different functions since her husband was on the job. I might be in need of your services. As grown up as my daughters seem to be, I have to go out of town for 2 weeks and would love if I could count on you to be there Man-on-call so to speak? Please let me know and I am sorry it is such short term but I leave out of town on Friday morning……Warmest, Babs”
Steven, smiled at the email, at the thought of being in a house with three, he had heard gorgeous ladies, that were already known as the flirts of the neighborhood. Latter today I will go over and introduce myself with some goodies, bread, cookies and some of his homemade Lotion that increases the sensitivity of the skin (of course he does not tell them that). Shutting down his system he grabs a blanket and curls up on the couch.
Sudden chill ran from head to toe jolting Steven awake, as he tired to sit up he realized the chill was from the cold marble counter his bare back and legs were laying on……..Taking a moment to check for extreme pain and finding he was fine, Steven took a calm collective look at his situation. He was tied spread eagle from what he could feel, good solid knots, the material felt like stockings with rope. Not much give, so I am dealing with someone who has done this before. His eyes were covered with what felt like your standard airline issued sleep patch. He heard the clack of heels on the marble and try and he might could not keep other parts of his body from showing the excitement that sound caused.
“Steven I can see that you have been meticulous about the care of your body…….he shuddered as he felt long manicured nails dragging along his inner thigh and jumping to lightly scribble on his sides. These arms are absolutely powerful looking! I am sure they have held and tickled more then there fair share of tickling feet eh? Yes Steven I know all about your little secret, Mrs. Smith may rule the calmer crowd, but let some nails be applied to her soft skin and she talks about everything………”
Steven groaned as the nails drew lazy circles around his nipples and into his stretched armpits………The goose bumps on his body could have been mistaken for small boils!
“I see that you enjoy it when you get touched…….” As her fingers brush along the inner thighs and lower abdomen making a slow lazy spidery trail from side to side.
“I saw that you read my email, so I am now putting you through the qualifying process. My girls have developed a taste for tickling man flesh like any carnivore has for a red meat. They are to put it lightly Fiends! So I am going to see just how much you can take to see if you will be a suitable, babysitter for them to torment……….now were shall my ten assistants begin on this feast?” as she scrabbles her fingers ever so lightly along his ribs and then down his legs and stops just short of his ankles……Realizing that he played into her trap as his toes curled, she laughs and drags one nail from heel top to toe digging into the large feet………GAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHHH!!!!!! Was the only sound that came out of Stevens mouth, wow she is good I am in so much trouble!
“Well he he he Steven, I must admit I did not expect to find this diamond in the rough. I usually prefer to torture a mans chest to get any satisfaction, but your feet have wetted my appetite” As she spoke she pulled up and chair and now sat with the large feet at eye level. Placing 5 nails on each foot under the toes and watched with glee as curl as they might each foot was left helpless and defenseless. Dragging her nails down slowly from toe to heel Babs reveled in the gales of laughter that were filling the kitchen…….he wasn’t moving around at all, his feet wiggled but nothing else moved as she tickled the arches and under the toes………Is he for real? that tickling paralyzes him, how delightful, she thought licking her red lips………….. Babs spent the better part of an hour tickling the soles of this large man, until a shiny pink was glowing from the tortured skin….Steven was completly exhausted, covered in sweat and breathing heavy………
“Did I pass your test?...........gasp…….woooo…….am I cleared to help your girls while you are gone?” Steven gasped as he tried to catch his breath………
“Steven I must admit you surprise and please me…………” Babs caught her breath as looked up from Steven’s feet and saw what the tickling had done to other parts of his body…………Climbing up on the table and slipping her heels off, Babs caressed Steven in his most tortured part as she slide her skirt up to reveal light gray silk stockings, not the kind you could buy down the street mind you, ordered from England…..Sitting so that she was in the middle of Steven’s body she placed her toes against his nose, gasping at the strong inhale and the swift tongue that stole out and darted up and down her sensitive toes…..”Hahahah…..ummmmm……..oooohhhhhh……hehehehe……” moving her toes into Steven’s mouth, welcoming the warm sucking motion and the massage of her tired toes by his strong tongue.
“Steven you have more then passed! After I get done with my business trip I will schedule a time for my girls to go away were you will need to come and keep and scared mother company in her house all alone………………………..

What will happen to Steven? How will he survive the two daughters working him over? when will his turn be to turn the tables........What the haekc is up with the crerpy lab talk at the first of the story?
 
ticklefree said:
I know this for me was oft times the holy grail of tickling and being tickled..................So sticking with the rules that are laid out.............Let me know how I did.............



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“…Patient number 43289, program TK/BC/NonHU, Session #3 ; patient has been broken down mentally over the first two sessions, now exhibiting hysteria and delusional defense behaviors. Recommended treatment 24 hours with the babysitter non-tk, then readmit to program starting on level 2”……

Steven Francis had always been known as the reliable good kid in the neighborhood. If there was a group of kids hanging out late and night and Steven was there the Police would tell them to go home, no warning, no citation nothing……So when people needed to have something watch over there stuff Steven would be the one they would call. Being trusted and having everyone in there confidence would have unnerved some kids, but Steve was never like other kids. Steve would watch peoples homes and belongings, never throwing parties or anything like that. The adults in the neighborhood trusted Steven with out question. So it was only natural when he graduated high school went to college and then moved back into the neighborhood everyone was thrilled.
There had been some new editions to the neighborhood since Steven had left one of them being the Babinski family. Consisting of Mrs. Babinski (Babs) her oldest daughter Tiffany, back from college and working her way up in the local chemical company. Trixie her youngest daughter going to the local trade tech school, to learn more about carpentry, welding and electrician work. As Steven moved into his house he felt as those he was being watched but, could not see anyone in the house across the street, the one his mom had said had the single ladies in it. Steven waved high to the Smith family, noticing the wink from Mrs. Smith. As the Steven became more trusted with the Men in the neighborhood, he would be called upon to keep the wives company while the husbands were out fishing or on business trips. Being out of high school at the time, his schedule permitted him to accompany the wives were ever they wanted to go that the husbands did not. This allowed for Steven indulge his appetites, his love for flirting with married and older women, his love of tickling and of creating situations for others to try new pleasurable experiences.
Finally getting done with all his unpacking at 1:30am, Steven sat down to his laptop to check his work email and get ready to enjoy a nice long weekend. Seeing everything in order on the professional side of his life, he logged into his personal email and sure enough there were emails from most of the wives I the neighborhood welcoming him back. Some were just saying a shy hi, while others being bolder expressed in some detail how they missed Steven being around. One in particular caught his attention, from the Babinski household,
“ Steven, welcome to the neighborhood! I want to welcome you and also inquire as discretely as I can about these “services” that you have offered to the neighborhood in the past? I know that Mrs. Smith seemed to blush a bit when she described how you would escort her to different functions since her husband was on the job. I might be in need of your services. As grown up as my daughters seem to be, I have to go out of town for 2 weeks and would love if I could count on you to be there Man-on-call so to speak? Please let me know and I am sorry it is such short term but I leave out of town on Friday morning……Warmest, Babs”
Steven, smiled at the email, at the thought of being in a house with three, he had heard gorgeous ladies, that were already known as the flirts of the neighborhood. Latter today I will go over and introduce myself with some goodies, bread, cookies and some of his homemade Lotion that increases the sensitivity of the skin (of course he does not tell them that). Shutting down his system he grabs a blanket and curls up on the couch.
Sudden chill ran from head to toe jolting Steven awake, as he tired to sit up he realized the chill was from the cold marble counter his bare back and legs were laying on……..Taking a moment to check for extreme pain and finding he was fine, Steven took a calm collective look at his situation. He was tied spread eagle from what he could feel, good solid knots, the material felt like stockings with rope. Not much give, so I am dealing with someone who has done this before. His eyes were covered with what felt like your standard airline issued sleep patch. He heard the clack of heels on the marble and try and he might could not keep other parts of his body from showing the excitement that sound caused.
“Steven I can see that you have been meticulous about the care of your body…….he shuddered as he felt long manicured nails dragging along his inner thigh and jumping to lightly scribble on his sides. These arms are absolutely powerful looking! I am sure they have held and tickled more then there fair share of tickling feet eh? Yes Steven I know all about your little secret, Mrs. Smith may rule the calmer crowd, but let some nails be applied to her soft skin and she talks about everything………”
Steven groaned as the nails drew lazy circles around his nipples and into his stretched armpits………The goose bumps on his body could have been mistaken for small boils!
“I see that you enjoy it when you get touched…….” As her fingers brush along the inner thighs and lower abdomen making a slow lazy spidery trail from side to side.
“I saw that you read my email, so I am now putting you through the qualifying process. My girls have developed a taste for tickling man flesh like any carnivore has for a red meat. They are to put it lightly Fiends! So I am going to see just how much you can take to see if you will be a suitable, babysitter for them to torment……….now were shall my ten assistants begin on this feast?” as she scrabbles her fingers ever so lightly along his ribs and then down his legs and stops just short of his ankles……Realizing that he played into her trap as his toes curled, she laughs and drags one nail from heel top to toe digging into the large feet………GAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHHH!!!!!! Was the only sound that came out of Stevens mouth, wow she is good I am in so much trouble!
“Well he he he Steven, I must admit I did not expect to find this diamond in the rough. I usually prefer to torture a mans chest to get any satisfaction, but your feet have wetted my appetite” As she spoke she pulled up and chair and now sat with the large feet at eye level. Placing 5 nails on each foot under the toes and watched with glee as curl as they might each foot was left helpless and defenseless. Dragging her nails down slowly from toe to heel Babs reveled in the gales of laughter that were filling the kitchen…….he wasn’t moving around at all, his feet wiggled but nothing else moved as she tickled the arches and under the toes………Is he for real? that tickling paralyzes him, how delightful, she thought licking her red lips………….. Babs spent the better part of an hour tickling the soles of this large man, until a shiny pink was glowing from the tortured skin….Steven was completly exhausted, covered in sweat and breathing heavy………
“Did I pass your test?...........gasp…….woooo…….am I cleared to help your girls while you are gone?” Steven gasped as he tried to catch his breath………
“Steven I must admit you surprise and please me…………” Babs caught her breath as looked up from Steven’s feet and saw what the tickling had done to other parts of his body…………Climbing up on the table and slipping her heels off, Babs caressed Steven in his most tortured part as she slide her skirt up to reveal light gray silk stockings, not the kind you could buy down the street mind you, ordered from England…..Sitting so that she was in the middle of Steven’s body she placed her toes against his nose, gasping at the strong inhale and the swift tongue that stole out and darted up and down her sensitive toes…..”Hahahah…..ummmmm……..oooohhhhhh……hehehehe……” moving her toes into Steven’s mouth, welcoming the warm sucking motion and the massage of her tired toes by his strong tongue.
“Steven you have more then passed! After I get done with my business trip I will schedule a time for my girls to go away were you will need to come and keep and scared mother company in her house all alone………………………..

What will happen to Steven? How will he survive the two daughters working him over? when will his turn be to turn the tables........What the haekc is up with the crerpy lab talk at the first of the story?
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good story man,i wish it was abit longer
 
derrick17 said:
no, this is f/m tickling... i want m/f tickling but thx anyway...
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I also prefer tickled women, but dooooooooode, a great story is a great story and that was a good start to some interesting reading!
 
My best memory....

My parents went away for the weekend and Jennifer, my baby-sitter at the time, came over to watch me for the weekend. She was 21 and in college. I was young, but the experience is one that I will never forget.
Jen had strawberry blond hair and unlike most women with that colored hair, she was not fair-skinned. In fact, she could get a nice tan during the summertime. She was very pretty! I had always had a crush on her, as I'm sure a lot of guys did. Amazingly enough though, as far as I knew, she never had a boyfriend. I remember that she ran track in school, because she would always come over with her running shoes when she would baby-sit me.
I think it was on a Saturday one December that it happened. It was almost the end of the semester for her and she was beginning her finals. In fact, she had just finished one that morning. I had been out playing with my friend until noon or so, when my friend had to leave to go somewhere. So I was bored and went home. Good choice! I walked through our back door, that led directly into the kitchen. Jennifer was sitting at the table studying away, barely even noticing that I was there. I have to tell you that Jennifer was the sweetest person in the world, but she was getting ready for her finals and I guess she was just very involved, so involved in fact that she didn't notice that I saw her feet under the table.
The fridge was opposite the table on the other side of the kitchen, and for some stupid reason, we kept the sodas in the crisper. As I reached down for my soda, I heard a "clunk" and turned around towards the sound to see that one of Jennifer's shoes had hit the floor.
Now, before I continue, let me tell you about her and her feet on that particular day. She was a little dressed up, a nice skirt, a cute sweater, and stockings, the dark flesh color kind I think. Now, remember that I mentioned she was a track runner? Her legs were very nice, strong, not overly muscled, just shapely and her feet had great arches. Her legs were crossed and her one shoe, a red pump, had hit the floor. The other, however, was still dangling from her toes on her right foot.
I got a lump in my throat. I had to know, as we all would have been wondering at that moment, "Is she ticklish? Could I get away with it? Would she get mad?"
That soda never got opened. I placed it on the counter, and almost in a trance-like state, I walked over to the table and got under it! I know, I was a brave kid, but I also knew, for that reason alone, she would probably just think that I was just playing like other kids do, right?
I guess I was right, because she didn't even take notice. So I sat under the table while she studied, looking at her perfect feet, wanting so badly to reach out and stroke the bottom of that foot dangling the shoe, which was right in front of my face! My heart was pounding, my throat was swelling. Oh man, how I wanted to touch those feet!
Every once in a while she would bob that shoe up and down on her toe, and every once in a while I would try to reach out my finger to touch that foot while it moved. But I just couldn't get the nerve up! I didn't want her to get mad. Well, after about ten minutes of that maddening teasing, I decided to give it a chance. I reached out with my left hand and ever so lightly stroked her sole. The nanosecond that I felt that nylon and foot on my fingers, I was beyond excited. I was in Nirvana! And her? Nothing.
So, I pushed it a little farther and tickled again. It was wonderful! This time, however, she reacted by lifting her foot up, directly exposing her sole to my sight. I was scared out of my mind, but she didn't say anything. So I continued at my cautious pace, tickling and touching just a little bit more, getting bolder with each second until it finally happened.
She giggled and said, "What are you doing down there?"
Oh oh! "Nothing," I stupidly responded.
Then she put me on the spot. "Are you tickling my feet?"
Well, duh! But I just couldn't respond. "What should I do?" I thought to myself. The smart thing! I started to tickle her again! This time she started to giggle and move her foot all around. Her shoe eventually fell off, giving me access to her toes. Then I moved to her other foot, the one where the shoe had already fallen off, and tickled it, exploring ever inch, top and bottom in complete joy.
I couldn't believe that she was letting me do this!!!
After what seemed like an eternity of ecstasy of tickling both of her feet and stroking them, she said eight words that drove me to write this story and to never forget the experience. She said, "I love it when people tickle my feet!"
I went nuts and tickled her stocking feet with the high arches for over fifteen minutes more. I tickled her toes, her heels, her arches, all the while she just giggled and laughed and let me have fun.
So what can I tell you? That day and many days thereafter, I had so much fun tickling my baby-sitter's feet!
 
God damn that was hot....LOL

I had a similar experience...when I was little I had a regular babysitter name Kelly who watched me a lot. I was always a bit rambunctious, keeping her on her toes so to speak and always nervous as to where I was and what I was doing at any given moment. She herself was about 18-19, a tall yet typically 80's teeny bopper right down to the leg warmers and multi-colored shoe laces with curly brown hair, a little curvy but at that age my focus was on only one place, her feet.

One day in particular I was on the floor of the living room playing with Lego's and she was laying on the couch watching TV. She had taken her shoes off and that day had chosen to wear pink leggings, the type that dancers wear where it wraps around the arch but leaves the heel, ball and toes exposed. I remember immediately being "called too" by her neon pink nail polish (apparently she liked pink) LOL. I was both fascinated and amused by how long her toes were, thinking of them like fingers almost. I snuck around to the far end of the couch, at the end where her feet were and peered around the corner at her soles, still at this point not understanding why feet or tickling fascinated me so much. Being the ballsy little kid I was I didn't hesitate and began launching quick little finger wiggling strikes on her soles and then ducking back behind the end of the couch. She would giggle and pull away, then go back to watching TV. She always knew I was a weird little kid so I don't think anything I did surprised her at that point. After a few attacks I got a little more ballsy, dispensing with the hit and run tactics and just sat their on the floor, gently stroking the sole of her left foot which was dangling off the end of the couch.

To this day all I can remember is her saying one thing "That feels good". She wasn't super ticklish on her feet and apparently enjoyed the feeling if done gently enough. Taking the initiative, I climbed on the couch, lifted her feet into my lap and began playfully tickling to my hearts content, every so often hitting a particularly ticklish spot (like under her toes), her jerking a little and then tossing me a mischievous smirk as if to say "Hey watch it buddy".

I realized later on that she probably figured it was an easy way to keep me occupied and not having to worry about me getting into trouble....to this day its become one of those vivid memories from my youth that is as clear in my mind now as it was back then and is probably one of the major influences on my present day fetish....THANKS KELLY WHEREVER YOU ARE!!! 😍

In time it turned into full scale tickle fights between us (innocent of course) and lead to one of her favorite games; "Here comes the tickle monster! I'M GONNA GETCHA!" This only lasted about a month or so when she left for some reason, I think she went to college or something.....I remember doing it with a few other babysitters with varying results, everything from them not being ticklish to being super ticklish and hiding their feet from me at all times...I've never been the type to inhibit my own actions or desires...LOL

A few years later it was when I was thinking about her that I for the first time felt "something".....down there....ROFLMAO

PS: I hope this doesn't violate your terms Valerie...its a true story from a time when tickling was just innocent playful fun in my life...
 
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Yes I have had tickling experiences that occurred during baby sitting. The first time was when I was in bed and I woke up to hear my baby sitter laughing. So instinctively I got up to see what was happening and went to the top of the stairs where I squatted down and looked into the living room. The scenario I saw then was my baby sitter getting tickled by her boyfriend. She kept saying things like “stop don’t do that” and “stop tickling me, I’m to ticklish, stop” and “quit tickling me, you’ll make me wake up April”. This scenario is probably what led to me ending up getting into tickling.

Soon after I got to tickle her myself, we were playing hide and seek and I was hiding under my parents king size double bed. She of course found me and tried to crawl under the bed to get me, where she ended up getting stuck in the process. At this point I got out from under the bed and I proceeded to help her. She just had from just below her knees sticking out from under the bed, so I tried to help her, grabbed her ankles and tried to help pull her out. I then went under the bed again with her cause she wanted me to help her see if she what she caught on.

After around 15 minutes she was still stuck under there and started freaking out. Since this was the summer time she was just wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals which by now the sandals had fallen off. Was at this point when I noticed her bare soles (since she was laying down on her stomach) and remembered how happy it made her when her boyfriend touched them. At this point I figured since I couldn’t get her out, I would at least try to cheer her up, so instinctively I sat down on her ankles with her bare soles between my legs. I then started touching her bare feet which made her start to giggle and I noticed the longer I touched her the more it made her laugh. After a moment of doing this she asked me what I was doing and I just told her innocently that I was trying to cheer her up and make her feel better, and I was still young at this time and didn’t really know about tickling so in my mind I was making her happy which made me feel better as well. Now I was wiggling my finger all over her feet, being young and curious I of course explored all of her feet. Wiggling my finger all over her soles, sides of her feet, heels, balls, her squirming toes and between them. This made my baby sitter laugh her head off and I was glade I was able to make her feel so happy.

I’m not sure how long I tickled her, but I ended up tickling her till my parents came which was awhile after she got herself stuck. My dad came in and lifted the bed up so she could out. She told my parents about hide and go seek and that I tried to help her but she never said anything about the tickling. I can still remember that day very. Remember how good it made feel to make her feel so happy which that feeling has lead to more today. I also remember her soles started off pale tan in color and at the end her soles and the rest of the bottom and sides of her feet turned pink. Never really tickled her again or had a situation like that after that, at least with this baby sitter.

Hope u guys enjoyed my story and not sure exactly how old she was but I believe she was around 17
 
nice tale, hotangel. New to me.

I'm also a fan of babysitting tickle stories. I have several favorites I've picked up around the web. I didn't write them and the majority (if not all of them) are posted on this site.
 
Glad you liked the story! The mom is patterend after a older lady that tease me with her feet constantly!!!!!!!........I let her read and it and she said she would play that part anytime!!!!!! Yeah sorry about getting the situation backasswards.....I have found as I get older I look more forward to getting tickled!
 
thanks guys, glade u like my story, i have some others sitter stories as well. thanks a lot for the comments.
 
Hmmm.. I have one to tell too.

My baby sitter used to be my older girl cousin. When my parents went somewhere, they'd always drop me off at my cousin's house so that I could be baby sat.

One particular day my cousin was using the computer while I was in her room, playing with something only the floor. When I looked directly in front of me, I noticed how she was wearing nylons (she'd always wear nylons, for a reason still unknown to me). I was really innocent back then, and so I crawled under her chair and started to tickle her feet with my fingers. She was pretty startled, but besides that, she let me tickle her, every now and then squirming and laughing. She never told me to stop, so I never did. Only when my parents came and called for me that I stopped. But after that day, I'd always be excited for my next baby sitting session.
 
I've got one for you guys. So i was over at my Dad's house, and my Step mom always had very ticklish feet. She would always go nuts if you tickled her, even if it was just slightly. I was about 13 or 14 at the time, and my foot fetish was in full swing. She was sitting on the couch, and my dad was gone, he was at work or something. She threw her feet into my lap and said "You need to massage my feet for me." I love everything about feet, toes, the wrinkles, heels, the smell, everything about them. I started out doing as she asked, massaging her feet. Then it clicked, I knew i could hold her ankles and tickle her to my hearts content. So i slowly locked her ankles into place, she was paying no attention to me at all. And i just went crazy, fingers flickering all over her feet. Jumping back and fourth. She was laughing and shouting "NO NO STOPP!!" but she could not pull away from me. I tickled her for so long she peed herself, i still didn't stop, at this point i had a raging boner and didn't care i tickled her for at least 20 minutes straight. Good times...
 
Peas4Lunch said:
I've got one for you guys. So i was over at my Dad's house, and my Step mom always had very ticklish feet. She would always go nuts if you tickled her, even if it was just slightly. I was about 13 or 14 at the time, and my foot fetish was in full swing. She was sitting on the couch, and my dad was gone, he was at work or something. She threw her feet into my lap and said "You need to massage my feet for me." I love everything about feet, toes, the wrinkles, heels, the smell, everything about them. I started out doing as she asked, massaging her feet. Then it clicked, I knew i could hold her ankles and tickle her to my hearts content. So i slowly locked her ankles into place, she was paying no attention to me at all. And i just went crazy, fingers flickering all over her feet. Jumping back and fourth. She was laughing and shouting "NO NO STOPP!!" but she could not pull away from me. I tickled her for so long she peed herself, i still didn't stop, at this point i had a raging boner and didn't care i tickled her for at least 20 minutes straight. Good times...
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sounds brilliant ! 🙂 .. wat happened after ??
:wub:scared:huh:lol:rolleyes
 
What happened? Pretty much she went and cleaned up and said she would never trust me with her feet again. I eventually turned my attention to my step sister. Her feet were pretty big, but i actually talked to her about my Fetish and she let me play with her feet while she did her homework. Always had a good time.
 
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