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Eyewitness accounts of tickling!
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Another MTJ Readers letter...
There was this gal in the office named Charlotte. She was a petite, beautiful blond with crystal blue eyes. She had told a couple of people how ticklish she was and everyone kind of forgot about it, except for me and one other guy, it seems. Charlotte was standing in a doorway one day and Dave (the other guy) came up behind her and kind of gave her the quick grab in the ribs, as guys are likely to do. Charlotte let out a huge scream and hit the floor quick. Dave kind of sat on her butt after that and poked her in the sides. She kept screaming and yelling, but alas, it was the lunch hour and only about two or three of the employees were in the building. No one came to Charlotte's aid, so I thought what the heck, she was wearing slip-on loafers with no socks. I pulled one off. Charlotte had never worn nail polish before. She had made that statement previously. This was no exception. Dave was still poking her in the ribs and stomach. He wasn't really that merciless, but as ticklish as Charlotte was, it seemed as though he was, even though he was playfully poking her now and then, she was just screaming. I, however, was a bit meaner once I grabbed the ankle of her now shoeless foot. I dug into the arch of her painfully soft little size seven. She bucked like a little filly that had just been struck by a brand. Charlotte SCREAMED. "Not my FEET!" Too late, I was on the scene. I tickled her feet for a good two minutes with her screaming and crying as Dave straddled her midsection. It was just ruthless. I'm sure it was like a half hour of tickling for a normal person, but it was probably three or four minutes at total. Charlotte was so unbelievably ticklish that it seemed to last an eternity for me. I can't imagine what it was like for her.
There was this gal in the office named Charlotte. She was a petite, beautiful blond with crystal blue eyes. She had told a couple of people how ticklish she was and everyone kind of forgot about it, except for me and one other guy, it seems. Charlotte was standing in a doorway one day and Dave (the other guy) came up behind her and kind of gave her the quick grab in the ribs, as guys are likely to do. Charlotte let out a huge scream and hit the floor quick. Dave kind of sat on her butt after that and poked her in the sides. She kept screaming and yelling, but alas, it was the lunch hour and only about two or three of the employees were in the building. No one came to Charlotte's aid, so I thought what the heck, she was wearing slip-on loafers with no socks. I pulled one off. Charlotte had never worn nail polish before. She had made that statement previously. This was no exception. Dave was still poking her in the ribs and stomach. He wasn't really that merciless, but as ticklish as Charlotte was, it seemed as though he was, even though he was playfully poking her now and then, she was just screaming. I, however, was a bit meaner once I grabbed the ankle of her now shoeless foot. I dug into the arch of her painfully soft little size seven. She bucked like a little filly that had just been struck by a brand. Charlotte SCREAMED. "Not my FEET!" Too late, I was on the scene. I tickled her feet for a good two minutes with her screaming and crying as Dave straddled her midsection. It was just ruthless. I'm sure it was like a half hour of tickling for a normal person, but it was probably three or four minutes at total. Charlotte was so unbelievably ticklish that it seemed to last an eternity for me. I can't imagine what it was like for her.
Laughing In the Rain
Hello,
New girl in the forum. Before I tell my true story I would like to say that I have really enjoyed all of your posts thus far. I hope you enjoy mine as well, or at least pretend you do. 😱) Now I have tons of true tickling experiences and I won’t tell you them all on this post, but I would like to give you some background info just so you can picture how I used to be without me having to explain it every time. Forgive the length. I am not an experienced writer.
When I was a senior in high school my main focus was basketball. I played basketball in the morning at school, during PE, during practice, and until the sun went down when I went home. I was usually the only girl in my neighborhood on the court, so needless to say I was the roughest, cockiest, trash-talking tomboy most guys had ever met. And despite all the mumbo jumbo I spouted to make my 5’9”, 130 pound self look all big and bad, the guys found out my weakness pretty quickly. "Cee Cee may have a mean game, but poke her in her ribs a couple of times, and she will be a mess the rest of the day." And it was true. I was the most ticklish girl in the neighborhood and someone was always tickling me.
Well this particular fall day it was raining nonstop. I had cabin fever so bad I thought I was going to scream. After praying all morning that the rain would end I just said forget it. I ran outside, crossed the creek, and within seconds I was on the court.
Now when you live in an apartment complex with a bball court, the ball only has to hit the blacktop once and it is like some smoke signal. Guys appear so fast, you would think you were handing out free beers or something. Today was no exception. But (you know how weak guys are ladies) the rain played crowd control so there ended up being only four people at the court counting me.
So to set the scene there was me~CeeCee, my friend T (a younger girl I was teaching how to play), this guy named Andre who I swear looked just like a young Shawn Kemp, and this new guy who I had never met named TJ. Finest brother I had ever seen, still is too! By then T and I were soaking wet but we didn’t care and I’m sure the guys didn’t mind either. We were playing 21 and I was doing my best to impress this guy. At one point in the game while trying to aggressively box out and snag a rebound I end up fouling TJ in the wrong place. You had to have known how embarrassed I was. He looked mad. Next thing I know I had the ball and somehow he ran into me. We both ended up sprawled painfully on the ground. He had landed right on top of me. Now I was fuming and even more embarrassed. He sat up and asked me if I was ok. I just lay there for a second so I could regain my composure somewhat. He asked me again, this time poking tenderly at a rib. Of course I jump. “Oh! You’re ticklish!” “She sure is,” Andre said not helping the situation a bit! “You’re in trouble now!” he exclaimed much to my hidden delight. Well he didn’t waste anymore time. His huge hands gripped my sides and he began to work up and down. I tried to wiggle away from him and started giggling. My friend was just laughing at me and Andre was still encouraging him. “Come on tough girl. What’s so funny?” TJ reached up to my underarms and I swear, that is one of my weakest spots. I completely lost it. I was so busy trying to squeeze my arms down that I couldn’t reach up and stop the tickling. My body was one soaked writhing mass of helpless squeals and laughter. He freed one hand from my tightly clenched armpit and went for my stomach. I begin curling up into fetal position trying to protect myself to no avail. The combination of the rain pouring down my neck and his fingers dancing mercilessly along my upper body sent delightful sensations through me. But suddenly he stopped. It seemed like he was tickling me for about an hour, but it was only a couple of minutes. He helped me up, brushed off some of the dirt and the game continued. True…I was a mess after that and could not concentrate at all.
As we were leaving the court, guys in front, girls walking close behind TJ says, “You know that girl is pretty good.” “Yeah she’s all right.” He turns to me, “So we going to play ball again sometime?” I look at him and smile slyly, “Wouldn’t miss it, but you know you’re going to lose!” Andre rolls his eyes. “She talks so much noise.” “Yeah but I know how to shut her up.” TJ wiggles his fingers and winks at me. Believe me, I gave him plenty of opportunities to silence me in the future.
Seriously,
Let me know what you think.
Hello,
New girl in the forum. Before I tell my true story I would like to say that I have really enjoyed all of your posts thus far. I hope you enjoy mine as well, or at least pretend you do. 😱) Now I have tons of true tickling experiences and I won’t tell you them all on this post, but I would like to give you some background info just so you can picture how I used to be without me having to explain it every time. Forgive the length. I am not an experienced writer.
When I was a senior in high school my main focus was basketball. I played basketball in the morning at school, during PE, during practice, and until the sun went down when I went home. I was usually the only girl in my neighborhood on the court, so needless to say I was the roughest, cockiest, trash-talking tomboy most guys had ever met. And despite all the mumbo jumbo I spouted to make my 5’9”, 130 pound self look all big and bad, the guys found out my weakness pretty quickly. "Cee Cee may have a mean game, but poke her in her ribs a couple of times, and she will be a mess the rest of the day." And it was true. I was the most ticklish girl in the neighborhood and someone was always tickling me.
Well this particular fall day it was raining nonstop. I had cabin fever so bad I thought I was going to scream. After praying all morning that the rain would end I just said forget it. I ran outside, crossed the creek, and within seconds I was on the court.
Now when you live in an apartment complex with a bball court, the ball only has to hit the blacktop once and it is like some smoke signal. Guys appear so fast, you would think you were handing out free beers or something. Today was no exception. But (you know how weak guys are ladies) the rain played crowd control so there ended up being only four people at the court counting me.
So to set the scene there was me~CeeCee, my friend T (a younger girl I was teaching how to play), this guy named Andre who I swear looked just like a young Shawn Kemp, and this new guy who I had never met named TJ. Finest brother I had ever seen, still is too! By then T and I were soaking wet but we didn’t care and I’m sure the guys didn’t mind either. We were playing 21 and I was doing my best to impress this guy. At one point in the game while trying to aggressively box out and snag a rebound I end up fouling TJ in the wrong place. You had to have known how embarrassed I was. He looked mad. Next thing I know I had the ball and somehow he ran into me. We both ended up sprawled painfully on the ground. He had landed right on top of me. Now I was fuming and even more embarrassed. He sat up and asked me if I was ok. I just lay there for a second so I could regain my composure somewhat. He asked me again, this time poking tenderly at a rib. Of course I jump. “Oh! You’re ticklish!” “She sure is,” Andre said not helping the situation a bit! “You’re in trouble now!” he exclaimed much to my hidden delight. Well he didn’t waste anymore time. His huge hands gripped my sides and he began to work up and down. I tried to wiggle away from him and started giggling. My friend was just laughing at me and Andre was still encouraging him. “Come on tough girl. What’s so funny?” TJ reached up to my underarms and I swear, that is one of my weakest spots. I completely lost it. I was so busy trying to squeeze my arms down that I couldn’t reach up and stop the tickling. My body was one soaked writhing mass of helpless squeals and laughter. He freed one hand from my tightly clenched armpit and went for my stomach. I begin curling up into fetal position trying to protect myself to no avail. The combination of the rain pouring down my neck and his fingers dancing mercilessly along my upper body sent delightful sensations through me. But suddenly he stopped. It seemed like he was tickling me for about an hour, but it was only a couple of minutes. He helped me up, brushed off some of the dirt and the game continued. True…I was a mess after that and could not concentrate at all.
As we were leaving the court, guys in front, girls walking close behind TJ says, “You know that girl is pretty good.” “Yeah she’s all right.” He turns to me, “So we going to play ball again sometime?” I look at him and smile slyly, “Wouldn’t miss it, but you know you’re going to lose!” Andre rolls his eyes. “She talks so much noise.” “Yeah but I know how to shut her up.” TJ wiggles his fingers and winks at me. Believe me, I gave him plenty of opportunities to silence me in the future.
Seriously,
Let me know what you think.
duannewalton
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RE: Eyewitness accounts of tickling
I said in an earlier post that I neverwitnessed any tickling in school. Well, I just recently remembered something that happened in my co-op class in High School. I probably didn't think of it at first because the girl involved was such a... ah, female dog.
Anyway, we we waiting for the teacher to come in, when all of a sudden, she slips off her shoes, holds out her stocking feet to the guy sitting in front of her, and tells him, "Do me a favor, willya? Massage my feet."
The guy slowly takes her feet in his hands and starts to rub them, but she jerks them out of his hands and giggles. She held them out again, and he tried rubbing them again, but she kept jerking them out of his hands and giggling.
Then the teacher walked in and demanded to know what was going on.
I said in an earlier post that I neverwitnessed any tickling in school. Well, I just recently remembered something that happened in my co-op class in High School. I probably didn't think of it at first because the girl involved was such a... ah, female dog.
Anyway, we we waiting for the teacher to come in, when all of a sudden, she slips off her shoes, holds out her stocking feet to the guy sitting in front of her, and tells him, "Do me a favor, willya? Massage my feet."
The guy slowly takes her feet in his hands and starts to rub them, but she jerks them out of his hands and giggles. She held them out again, and he tried rubbing them again, but she kept jerking them out of his hands and giggling.
Then the teacher walked in and demanded to know what was going on.
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Ticklish Twins
If anybody wants to check out the true tickling experiance I had go over to where the stories are posted. It's a little on the amazing side but it is true.
If anybody wants to check out the true tickling experiance I had go over to where the stories are posted. It's a little on the amazing side but it is true.
Tickler2001
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Hi everyone, I've been a lurker here for awhile, but this will be m first post.
This was a great tickle torture/humiliation that happened to my girlfriend last summer.
This story involves my girlfriend who I'll call TF(ticklish female) who was 24 at the time and my friends who I'll call Fred and Barney.
TF is 5'7" 118lbs, long brown hair, blue eyes, and has size 7 insanely ticklish feet!! The two friends involved are a little on the nerdy side when it comes to girls so I always catch them checking out TF. Staring at her butt or trying to look down her shirt. I must admit it kind of turns me on when I know they are fantasizing about her. Barney I think is a fellow tickler from what I have observed, but we have never talked about it. Well enough background info on with the story.
One night myself, Fred and Barney are hanging out at my place, having a couple of beers and shooting the shit. fter a couple of hours TF comes home from a night out with her friends. She looked great. Wearing a halter type top that tied at the back and around her neck, a short skirt with thong underwear and some high heels with barefeet. As usual Fred and Barneys toungs were dragging on the floor from the second she walked in. After awhile TF starts a teasing war with me, it starts with a few verbal jabs back and forth and then turns into a wrestling match (this is normal for us).
After a few minutes she ends up laying face down on the couch with me sitting on her legs and her feet hanging off the edge. I new I had her helpless and now it was time for some fun!! I reached over and slid TF's shoes off her feet. She froze instantly. I'm sure she new what I was going to do but didn't say anything to give me any ideas.
"Fred, Barney!I need a couple of hands over here!"
"Sure what do you want us to do?"
"I need you guys to each grab a foot and start tickling!! Don't stop no matter how much she begs!! Were gonna teach TF a little lesson 😀 "
Barney jumped out of his chair as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Noooooooo!!" screamed TF. Her feet are an 11 on the ticklish scale. She was instantly hysterical with laughter. She couldn't even hold it in for a second!
Her lower body was totally pinned, she squirmed around with her upperbody for all she was worth, but she wasn't going anywhere.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Please!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Her laughter and pleas for mercy echoed through the house.
I reached over to tickle her ribs when I noticed that the top tie on her shirt had come undone during the struggle. An evil grin came across my face 😎 I pulled open the other tie (she was totally oblivious to all of this because of the intense tickle torture she was recieving. I waited until her struggling led to her arching her back a little and tugged the shirt out from under her!
The tickling paused as I held the top up in my hand (Fred and Barney couldn't see anything because she was laying face down, but the fact that she was topless definitely got their attention 😀 ).
"Oh my god!!" TF screamed "Ok, you win! I take it back! Your the boss! Let me up! Can I have the shirt! Please?!" she was still giggling from the tickling and babbling really quickly trying to think of something that would get her out of this jam! I knew I had her good now, she would have to focus all her attention on keeping her breasts covered and would be totally helpless to fight off a tickle attack unlees she wanted to expose herself!!
I dug both hands into her ribs and the guys resumed the attack on her feet. She was laughing, screaming, begging as she rocked from side to side trying to keep her forearms pressed against her sides to cover her curves. I waited until she was totally hysterical and weakened from the torture, in a quick motion I grabbed her waist and flipped her over! Again Fred and Barney paused the torture as there toungs hit the floor! TF instinctively swung her hands up to cover her breasts. I sat on her waist and the guys had her legs pinned. I let her rest up while the guys collected the guys strained their necks to see if anything was hanging out. TF was giggling and trying to catch her breath. She was babbling incoherently about never doing it again and would do anything if we let her go etc...😎
But she knew we weren't done yet!
I started to slowly trace circles around her belly button with one finger, she started to giggle, still trying to babble about us letting her go. But I had the ultimate embarrassing tickle torture in mind.
"We want to tickle your armpits before we let you go"
"You, you can't! They would see me if I move my arms!"
"Ok, here's the deal, you lift one hand above your head so Fred can hold it there and you can still cover up with the other one"
"I can't cover them with one hand!"
"Hmmm, well here's the choice, let us tickle that armpit for 10 minutes or we are going to tickle everything else for an hour!!"
While I was saying this I reached around behind me and ran my finger along her inner thigh. She shrieked!! There is a spot on her iner thighs that is right off the ticklish scale!!!
"OK OK!! I'll do it!!"
She raised her left arm above her head, covering up as best she could with the other one. Fred pinned her arm down. I stared into her eyes.
She started to giggle "Please, no more, I'll go crazy, I can't stand it!"
I ran my finger slowly across her armpit.
"Ahhhhh!!! no please! It will tickle too much!!"
I dug in with all 4 fingers! She began laughing hysterically! Her armpits aren't quite as ticklish as her feet, but still a 9 on the ticklish scale! After about 30sec of this I yelled "Barney get her thighs!!!"
Without hesitation he started tickling her inner tighs with both hands.
She totally lost it like I've never seen in my life!! After about 20secs of hysterical wailing she went into a fit of silent laughter and convulsions. I think she totally forgot where she was and what was happening as she through her covering arm into the air and swung it around. She was trying to beg, but nothing would come out! The guys got a eyeful of her perfect "C" cups as she lost track of the fact that she was topless. As she looked like she was going to have a seizure I called off the tickling and moved off of her on to the floor.
She had her head arched back and was twitching wildly for about 20secs. We never talked about it but I'm sure she had an orgasm. When she started to regain her senses she half heartily cover her breasts while she caught her breath and tryed to come back to reality. Fred and Barney just sat in silence staring at her. I was turned on beyond belief.
TF eventually collected her self and went to the bedroom to get dressed.
Nobody spoke much the rest of the night, as I think we were all alittle stunned. Although TF never spoke about it we had an amazing night after my friends left. So I assume she was turned on as well.
In all the times I ever fantasized about the ultimate tickle torture experience they were never anything like this, but now I can't imagine one anymore perfect than this spontaneous event!
Hope you guys enjoyed hearing about it.
This was a great tickle torture/humiliation that happened to my girlfriend last summer.
This story involves my girlfriend who I'll call TF(ticklish female) who was 24 at the time and my friends who I'll call Fred and Barney.
TF is 5'7" 118lbs, long brown hair, blue eyes, and has size 7 insanely ticklish feet!! The two friends involved are a little on the nerdy side when it comes to girls so I always catch them checking out TF. Staring at her butt or trying to look down her shirt. I must admit it kind of turns me on when I know they are fantasizing about her. Barney I think is a fellow tickler from what I have observed, but we have never talked about it. Well enough background info on with the story.
One night myself, Fred and Barney are hanging out at my place, having a couple of beers and shooting the shit. fter a couple of hours TF comes home from a night out with her friends. She looked great. Wearing a halter type top that tied at the back and around her neck, a short skirt with thong underwear and some high heels with barefeet. As usual Fred and Barneys toungs were dragging on the floor from the second she walked in. After awhile TF starts a teasing war with me, it starts with a few verbal jabs back and forth and then turns into a wrestling match (this is normal for us).
After a few minutes she ends up laying face down on the couch with me sitting on her legs and her feet hanging off the edge. I new I had her helpless and now it was time for some fun!! I reached over and slid TF's shoes off her feet. She froze instantly. I'm sure she new what I was going to do but didn't say anything to give me any ideas.
"Fred, Barney!I need a couple of hands over here!"
"Sure what do you want us to do?"
"I need you guys to each grab a foot and start tickling!! Don't stop no matter how much she begs!! Were gonna teach TF a little lesson 😀 "
Barney jumped out of his chair as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Noooooooo!!" screamed TF. Her feet are an 11 on the ticklish scale. She was instantly hysterical with laughter. She couldn't even hold it in for a second!
Her lower body was totally pinned, she squirmed around with her upperbody for all she was worth, but she wasn't going anywhere.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Please!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Her laughter and pleas for mercy echoed through the house.
I reached over to tickle her ribs when I noticed that the top tie on her shirt had come undone during the struggle. An evil grin came across my face 😎 I pulled open the other tie (she was totally oblivious to all of this because of the intense tickle torture she was recieving. I waited until her struggling led to her arching her back a little and tugged the shirt out from under her!
The tickling paused as I held the top up in my hand (Fred and Barney couldn't see anything because she was laying face down, but the fact that she was topless definitely got their attention 😀 ).
"Oh my god!!" TF screamed "Ok, you win! I take it back! Your the boss! Let me up! Can I have the shirt! Please?!" she was still giggling from the tickling and babbling really quickly trying to think of something that would get her out of this jam! I knew I had her good now, she would have to focus all her attention on keeping her breasts covered and would be totally helpless to fight off a tickle attack unlees she wanted to expose herself!!
I dug both hands into her ribs and the guys resumed the attack on her feet. She was laughing, screaming, begging as she rocked from side to side trying to keep her forearms pressed against her sides to cover her curves. I waited until she was totally hysterical and weakened from the torture, in a quick motion I grabbed her waist and flipped her over! Again Fred and Barney paused the torture as there toungs hit the floor! TF instinctively swung her hands up to cover her breasts. I sat on her waist and the guys had her legs pinned. I let her rest up while the guys collected the guys strained their necks to see if anything was hanging out. TF was giggling and trying to catch her breath. She was babbling incoherently about never doing it again and would do anything if we let her go etc...😎
But she knew we weren't done yet!
I started to slowly trace circles around her belly button with one finger, she started to giggle, still trying to babble about us letting her go. But I had the ultimate embarrassing tickle torture in mind.
"We want to tickle your armpits before we let you go"
"You, you can't! They would see me if I move my arms!"
"Ok, here's the deal, you lift one hand above your head so Fred can hold it there and you can still cover up with the other one"
"I can't cover them with one hand!"
"Hmmm, well here's the choice, let us tickle that armpit for 10 minutes or we are going to tickle everything else for an hour!!"
While I was saying this I reached around behind me and ran my finger along her inner thigh. She shrieked!! There is a spot on her iner thighs that is right off the ticklish scale!!!
"OK OK!! I'll do it!!"
She raised her left arm above her head, covering up as best she could with the other one. Fred pinned her arm down. I stared into her eyes.
She started to giggle "Please, no more, I'll go crazy, I can't stand it!"
I ran my finger slowly across her armpit.
"Ahhhhh!!! no please! It will tickle too much!!"
I dug in with all 4 fingers! She began laughing hysterically! Her armpits aren't quite as ticklish as her feet, but still a 9 on the ticklish scale! After about 30sec of this I yelled "Barney get her thighs!!!"
Without hesitation he started tickling her inner tighs with both hands.
She totally lost it like I've never seen in my life!! After about 20secs of hysterical wailing she went into a fit of silent laughter and convulsions. I think she totally forgot where she was and what was happening as she through her covering arm into the air and swung it around. She was trying to beg, but nothing would come out! The guys got a eyeful of her perfect "C" cups as she lost track of the fact that she was topless. As she looked like she was going to have a seizure I called off the tickling and moved off of her on to the floor.
She had her head arched back and was twitching wildly for about 20secs. We never talked about it but I'm sure she had an orgasm. When she started to regain her senses she half heartily cover her breasts while she caught her breath and tryed to come back to reality. Fred and Barney just sat in silence staring at her. I was turned on beyond belief.
TF eventually collected her self and went to the bedroom to get dressed.
Nobody spoke much the rest of the night, as I think we were all alittle stunned. Although TF never spoke about it we had an amazing night after my friends left. So I assume she was turned on as well.
In all the times I ever fantasized about the ultimate tickle torture experience they were never anything like this, but now I can't imagine one anymore perfect than this spontaneous event!
Hope you guys enjoyed hearing about it.
glentickle
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An Old Story
I'm reminded of a story told by someone named "Jen" (if I remember correctly) on a website that was shut down years ago. (NJJen, if you're out there, I think I already asked if that was you and you said no...) Anyway, this Jen had posted several stories of being tickled (including one GREAT one about being trapped in a van with a bunch of other college students in Finland, if anyone out there knows it) and she was really into being a ticklee. One night, when she was working as a DJ for her college radio station, two friends of hers (guys) came in as she was reading some segment...they used duct tape to tie her ankles to the chair she was sitting in, and she couldn't do anything about it because she was on the air. You can guess what happened next: they removed her shoes (and socks too, I think), and began tickling her feet. I think just lightly at first, seeing how much she could take before laughing, but then more and more. She eventually couldn't hold back and let out a laugh right into the microphone. She figured (or hoped) that no one ever listened that late at night, but the next day she got some comments from a bunch of people....
Anyway, if the originator of this story is still out there...great story!
glen
I'm reminded of a story told by someone named "Jen" (if I remember correctly) on a website that was shut down years ago. (NJJen, if you're out there, I think I already asked if that was you and you said no...) Anyway, this Jen had posted several stories of being tickled (including one GREAT one about being trapped in a van with a bunch of other college students in Finland, if anyone out there knows it) and she was really into being a ticklee. One night, when she was working as a DJ for her college radio station, two friends of hers (guys) came in as she was reading some segment...they used duct tape to tie her ankles to the chair she was sitting in, and she couldn't do anything about it because she was on the air. You can guess what happened next: they removed her shoes (and socks too, I think), and began tickling her feet. I think just lightly at first, seeing how much she could take before laughing, but then more and more. She eventually couldn't hold back and let out a laugh right into the microphone. She figured (or hoped) that no one ever listened that late at night, but the next day she got some comments from a bunch of people....
Anyway, if the originator of this story is still out there...great story!
glen
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Greetings tickle fiends!
I would like to thank all of you that have helped keep this thread alive. This thread has proven to be a great success and a great source for true tales of tickling. Let's keep up the great work folks!
Here is another tale from the MTJ...
While I was in college, I was made a "big brother" for one of the (female) sororities on campus. This basically meant that I was to help them recruit pledges, cheer them on at intramural games, things like that. When hell week came around, a few of the officers were trying to come up with ideas to make the week live up to its name. Seeing a tremendous opportunity, I suggested that during the final night, they tickle-torture the pledges. They could require that the pledges not be allowed to laugh. If they did laugh, the torture would be prolonged. If they did it, they could call it an "endurance test" or "loyalty test." I was a little afraid, because I figured this was the equivalent of "coming out" with my fetish, but they loved the idea. One of them said that she had heard of another sorority doing the same thing.
On the night of "Pledges' Trial" (the final night of Hell Week), I arrived at the sorority house and one of the officers immediately took me to the basement. They had taken a sturdy wooden table and nailed the straps into both ends. I couldn't believe it. I had intended to just watch. I enjoy F/F as much as the next guy. But when they brought down the first pledge, already exhausted from the evening's activities, blindfolded and terrified, I couldn't believe it when one of the sisters offered me first go at her!
I watched as they walked her to the table and made her lay down upon it. Then a sister put the pledge's hands through the top straps, and pulled the straps through a loop, making them nice and snug. She then repeated the process with her legs, pushing the poor pledge's pants legs about two inches above her ankles and using the straps to hold the pants legs up. They explained to her that she was about to endure the "loyalty test". If she made a sound, even to beg for mercy, the 15 -minute test would be extended 2 minutes for every sound. However, if she maintained
silence for the full 15 minute test, they would know that she truly loved the sorority and was cut out to be a sister. They signaled to me that it was time to begin. I walked over and slowly untied her shoes. I removed them and her socks, relishing every second. I looked down at her feet. No nail polish, but she had received a pedicure recently. Her nails were too perfect. Her feet were small but very attractive. I let her stew for a moment, then ran my fingers from the balls of both feet to the heels. She gasped and let out a short cry. One of the sisters said, "That's two more minutes pledge!" Then I really went to work. Her ankles, the tops of her feet, the toes, between the toes, the arches. I got them all. She squirmed and writhed, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. I would stop long enough to make her think it was over, then ever so gently stroke one finger back and forth between the soles. Her feet were amazingly soft. She would wrinkle her soles, and I would go for her toes. She would bend her toes and I would go for her soles. I alternated between intolerably rough and fast to agonizingly slow and gentle.
To be fair, the sisters timed me to the second, and after 17 minutes, they turned her loose. Even though she had only made one peep, her face was red, she was sweating, and she was gasping. Needless to say, it turned out to be one of the best nights of my life...
I would like to thank all of you that have helped keep this thread alive. This thread has proven to be a great success and a great source for true tales of tickling. Let's keep up the great work folks!
Here is another tale from the MTJ...
While I was in college, I was made a "big brother" for one of the (female) sororities on campus. This basically meant that I was to help them recruit pledges, cheer them on at intramural games, things like that. When hell week came around, a few of the officers were trying to come up with ideas to make the week live up to its name. Seeing a tremendous opportunity, I suggested that during the final night, they tickle-torture the pledges. They could require that the pledges not be allowed to laugh. If they did laugh, the torture would be prolonged. If they did it, they could call it an "endurance test" or "loyalty test." I was a little afraid, because I figured this was the equivalent of "coming out" with my fetish, but they loved the idea. One of them said that she had heard of another sorority doing the same thing.
On the night of "Pledges' Trial" (the final night of Hell Week), I arrived at the sorority house and one of the officers immediately took me to the basement. They had taken a sturdy wooden table and nailed the straps into both ends. I couldn't believe it. I had intended to just watch. I enjoy F/F as much as the next guy. But when they brought down the first pledge, already exhausted from the evening's activities, blindfolded and terrified, I couldn't believe it when one of the sisters offered me first go at her!
I watched as they walked her to the table and made her lay down upon it. Then a sister put the pledge's hands through the top straps, and pulled the straps through a loop, making them nice and snug. She then repeated the process with her legs, pushing the poor pledge's pants legs about two inches above her ankles and using the straps to hold the pants legs up. They explained to her that she was about to endure the "loyalty test". If she made a sound, even to beg for mercy, the 15 -minute test would be extended 2 minutes for every sound. However, if she maintained
silence for the full 15 minute test, they would know that she truly loved the sorority and was cut out to be a sister. They signaled to me that it was time to begin. I walked over and slowly untied her shoes. I removed them and her socks, relishing every second. I looked down at her feet. No nail polish, but she had received a pedicure recently. Her nails were too perfect. Her feet were small but very attractive. I let her stew for a moment, then ran my fingers from the balls of both feet to the heels. She gasped and let out a short cry. One of the sisters said, "That's two more minutes pledge!" Then I really went to work. Her ankles, the tops of her feet, the toes, between the toes, the arches. I got them all. She squirmed and writhed, biting her lower lip to keep from laughing. I would stop long enough to make her think it was over, then ever so gently stroke one finger back and forth between the soles. Her feet were amazingly soft. She would wrinkle her soles, and I would go for her toes. She would bend her toes and I would go for her soles. I alternated between intolerably rough and fast to agonizingly slow and gentle.
To be fair, the sisters timed me to the second, and after 17 minutes, they turned her loose. Even though she had only made one peep, her face was red, she was sweating, and she was gasping. Needless to say, it turned out to be one of the best nights of my life...
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Here is yet another true tale from the MTJ...
It was a Saturday and I was washing my parents cars in the driveway (the things I have to put up with to earn extra money!). Our next door neighbor came out to get his mail and I could sense he was watching me. I was dressed in a midriff baring t-shirt, cut-offs, and my sexy size seven feet were bare. I had long suspected him of having a foot fetish and from the way he was staring at me now I knew it for sure. Anyway, as I was finishing he asked if I wanted to come in for a Coke and I said yes. Yes, I know it was naive of me, but I was young and innocent (well, I was young!)
So we sat in his living room sipping Coke and I thought I'd tease him by putting my feet upon the coffee table. That was all he needed and he reached over to put his Coke down and "accidentally" brushed his fingers against the smooth pink sole of my left foot. I gasped and jumped a little but he grabbed my ankle and started tickling my tender flesh.
I tried to pull away but he gripped my ankle tightly and ran his fingers up and down my delicate sole. he certainly knew a thing or two about effective tickling because his fingers moved under my toes, deeply into my arches and up and down my instep. He had me squirming around and laughing insanely for the next 15 minutes. He allowed me to rest for only a few seconds then he grabbed my other foot and started the same tickle torture over again. I was screaming with laughter and begging him to stop but he ignored my please for mercy and continued his sadistic torture for another 20 minutes. I was lightheaded from laughing so much and I couldn't stand any more of this fiendish torment. I screamed for pity but he obviously wasn't going to let me go. With a surge of strength I leaped off the couch but only succeeded in falling to the floor. He was in top of me in a second, straddling me and tickling my tender pads with new energy. For another 20 minutes I was helpless under his attack. I pounded my fists on the carpet and tried to squirm free but it was no use.
Finally, an hour after my torture had begun, he stopped. "No more feet." he declared. But my ordeal was not over yet. Before I could escape he dug his fingers into my ribs and started tickling my upper body. It brought another painful explosion of laughter from me and fresh pleas for mercy which, of course, were ignored. This only lasted 15 minutes because he saw my ribs and my underarms were not as sensitive as my feet. Then my captor turned his attention back to my tender soles. This was more than my flesh could bear so I desperately jerked my legs hard and, to my surprise, I was able to pull away. I crawled across the floor until I was a safe distance away and tried to stand up. My strength was drained though.
My neighbor had decided to stop the attack however. We sat looking at each other and finally he said he had been dreaming about tickle torturing me for a long time. He tried to assure me "I'm not some kind of a pervert or anything" but I was the one who had been in hysterical agony just minutes earlier. He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a folded bill. He reached out to me and offered it to me, all the time asking me not to tell my parents, or worse yet, his wife, about what had happened. I took the bill and shoved it into my pocket (it was a fifty, I learned later) and agreed to keep the secret. But I knew I had something on him that I could use anytime to my advantage.
It was a Saturday and I was washing my parents cars in the driveway (the things I have to put up with to earn extra money!). Our next door neighbor came out to get his mail and I could sense he was watching me. I was dressed in a midriff baring t-shirt, cut-offs, and my sexy size seven feet were bare. I had long suspected him of having a foot fetish and from the way he was staring at me now I knew it for sure. Anyway, as I was finishing he asked if I wanted to come in for a Coke and I said yes. Yes, I know it was naive of me, but I was young and innocent (well, I was young!)
So we sat in his living room sipping Coke and I thought I'd tease him by putting my feet upon the coffee table. That was all he needed and he reached over to put his Coke down and "accidentally" brushed his fingers against the smooth pink sole of my left foot. I gasped and jumped a little but he grabbed my ankle and started tickling my tender flesh.
I tried to pull away but he gripped my ankle tightly and ran his fingers up and down my delicate sole. he certainly knew a thing or two about effective tickling because his fingers moved under my toes, deeply into my arches and up and down my instep. He had me squirming around and laughing insanely for the next 15 minutes. He allowed me to rest for only a few seconds then he grabbed my other foot and started the same tickle torture over again. I was screaming with laughter and begging him to stop but he ignored my please for mercy and continued his sadistic torture for another 20 minutes. I was lightheaded from laughing so much and I couldn't stand any more of this fiendish torment. I screamed for pity but he obviously wasn't going to let me go. With a surge of strength I leaped off the couch but only succeeded in falling to the floor. He was in top of me in a second, straddling me and tickling my tender pads with new energy. For another 20 minutes I was helpless under his attack. I pounded my fists on the carpet and tried to squirm free but it was no use.
Finally, an hour after my torture had begun, he stopped. "No more feet." he declared. But my ordeal was not over yet. Before I could escape he dug his fingers into my ribs and started tickling my upper body. It brought another painful explosion of laughter from me and fresh pleas for mercy which, of course, were ignored. This only lasted 15 minutes because he saw my ribs and my underarms were not as sensitive as my feet. Then my captor turned his attention back to my tender soles. This was more than my flesh could bear so I desperately jerked my legs hard and, to my surprise, I was able to pull away. I crawled across the floor until I was a safe distance away and tried to stand up. My strength was drained though.
My neighbor had decided to stop the attack however. We sat looking at each other and finally he said he had been dreaming about tickle torturing me for a long time. He tried to assure me "I'm not some kind of a pervert or anything" but I was the one who had been in hysterical agony just minutes earlier. He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out a folded bill. He reached out to me and offered it to me, all the time asking me not to tell my parents, or worse yet, his wife, about what had happened. I took the bill and shoved it into my pocket (it was a fifty, I learned later) and agreed to keep the secret. But I knew I had something on him that I could use anytime to my advantage.
I have an interesting one... Well, my best friends little sister is THE most ticklish person I have ever met. I mean, you tickle her, within seconds, she's doin' that oh so famous silent laughter. Anyway, while we were at work one day, we started talking about the strange dreams we have. Well, she has this re-occuring "nightmare" that she has ever time someone tickles her a lot in that day. In this dream, a witch-type lady comes up behind her and gives her a charlie horse on the back of her leg. After she does this, the witch starts tickling that one are while her assistant things tickle her ALL OVER. She screams and cries until she eventually wakes up.... Strangest thing you've ever heard, eh? Heh.
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Folks it would be great to get this thread going again. Let's give it a try...
Another from the MTJ...
PSYCHOTIC LAUGHTER
By Louis Poirier
My sister and I grew up in a close knit family and we were pretty playful at times. We would play tickling games all of the time, we grew up and became best of friends. Later on in life I was introduced to some of my sisters friends, namely her friend Bonnie, she was beautiful, while we dated and eventually moved in together I slowly introduced Bonnie to tickling, she thought that it was weird at first but came to love it. We eventually married and have three children, two girls and a boy. My wife Bonnie and I would play tickling games quite frequently including some heavy bondage and some interesting positions. I wasn't as ticklish as my wife but she was determined to tickle the hell out of me so she had an incredible plan to get me and it worked.
One weekend my wife decided that her and I needed time alone some weekend so we brought the kids over to my parents house for the weekend. Bonnie and I went out dancing that Saturday Night and decided to come home about ten o'clock and fool around. Bonnie told me that she wanted to torture me tonight so I complied. She told me to only wear a pair of boxer shorts and lay on the bed in a spread eagle position. I laid on the bed while she strapped me down using my a bunch of my old karate belts. She had outdone herself this time, I couldn't move at all. After she was done Bonnie said "now your going to get it this time because I've invited a friend over to help me tickle you!" Just after that she opened the door and let my sister Melissa in. I then said " You guys can't break me at all! " Melissa then said " oh yah! We'll just see about that! let's get him Bonnie!" Both my wife and sister climbed on me and started tickling me all over, it was incredibly hard to hold back the laughter but I managed until they started licking my toes, after that I just let loose and started laughing hysterically. They loved seeing me laying there helpless and laughing hysterically. They tickled me for what seemed forever but was in reality just and hour. Finally they let me go and after I caught my breath I promised to get revenge on the two of them.
After about six months had passed, I told Bonnie that her and I could go on a tour of the local psychiatric hospital, two friends that I had gone to University with had landed jobs there and worked there for several years. Bonnie said yes. I knew she would because we both had a secret passion for castles, dungeons and torture chambers and this hospital sort of reminded us of one. Little did Bonnie know that I was plotting my revenge, I had arranged the whole tour with my friends Sheila and Tom, I had explained what
my wife and sister had done to me six months ago, since I knew that Sheila secretly had a crush on me and Tom had one on my sister they were more than pleased to help me in any way. The tour was set for this Saturday night at 11:45 pm. I told my wife that this was the only chance to go on the tour because tours were not normally allowed and my friends Sheila and Tom were secretly doing this. I told my wife that I had already promised my parents that I would come over with the kids to help fix their basement. Bonnie said " well, I don't want to go by myself so I won't go at all " I suggested that she ask my sister Melissa to go with her since they had been best friends all of their lives. Bonnie then said "you don't mind us going?" I said " no! not at all! " Bonnie then called Melissa up and explained the situation to her and she totally agreed. I thought to myself great! this is working out perfectly. I told the girls to show up at the back of the hospital at 11:45 pm and push the buzzer at the loading dock. My friends will meet you there to let you in and remember to do what ever they say to do because there are allot of violently crazy people there. Bonnie then said " don't you worry we'll be just fine! " I then said " yeah I know, Sheila and Tom will take good care of you! "
Saturday night came and I was at my parents house with the kids to spend the night, Bonnie and Melissa decided to go out dancing and for a few drinks at our local night club. They both were wearing jeans, a blouse, black nylons and pumps. Bonnie and Melissa went dancing and decided to come back to our place to get freshened up before the tour. They arrived at the back of the hospital at 11:40 pm and walked up to the loading dock door. As they walked up Melissa said " God this place looks like and old castle! " Bonnie then said " yeah!, this was an old mansion from the seventeen hundreds that was converted into a psychiatric hospital. The girls buzzed the door and Sheila answered and let them in. They walked in and Sheila asked the girls to leave their coats and purses in her office for safety reasons. Finally Tom showed up and escorted the girls down the halls of the third floor. As they walked down Tom and Sheila explained what went on in each floor and gave a brief description of each patient and what they were here for. They proceeded down to the second floor and Tom explained that these patients were more violent and had to be occasionally locked up in their rooms. The girls were then asked if they would like to go down to the first floor and see the extremely violent cases. Both Bonnie and Melissa agreed to and on their way down Melissa asked Tom if some of the patients wore strait jackets, Tom said " yes and, that we constantly need to use strait jackets to help control the patients, why do you ask? " Melissa then said " well I've always wondered what a strait jacket would feel like on? " Bonnie then said " yeah! I've always been curious myself! " Tom then asked if they would like to each try one on. Both Bonnie and Melissa agreed.
Tom then made a phone call and arranged to meet a couple of orderlies down on the first floor with two strait jackets. Bonnie then asked if they did any shock treatment at this hospital, Tom said " definitely, would you like to see the room we do it in ". Both girls said " sure! let's go see! " Tom, Sheila, Bonnie and Melissa met the two orderlies and they helped the girls put on the strait jackets. (You see! I also paid four male orderlies each $100.00 to help out with my revenge). Bonnie and Melissa put on the strait jackets, the orderlies placed their arms across their chests and secured them in the back, then they fastened another strap between their legs and also secured it in the back, Tom then asked how they felt. Melissa then said " they feel weird, I couldn't get out of this if my life depended on it. Tom then said " well, let's go see the Electroshock therapy room! " Bonnie then said " you're not going to shock us are you? ". Tom said " no, were just going to show you the room and explain how we do it ". Just after the girls walked into the room, they noticed four male orderlies standing there beside some video equipment. Bonnie asked " what are these guys here for? " Sheila then said " don't you know? they're here to help Louis get his revenge on you two, then suddenly Sheila locked the door and nodded to the orderlies. Tom walked over and turned on the video camera, then the four orderlies grabbed Bonnie and lifted her up on one of the padded tables, they held her down while Tom and Sheila did up the restraints. Meanwhile Melissa
frantically ran for the door and tried to get out, after Bonnie was strapped down, the orderlies then grabbed Melissa and placed her on another padded table about four feet beside Bonnie ( no pun intended ). Both my wife and sister were fastened to these tables and totally helpless. I mean there were strapped down good. Their ankles were fastened in padded belts and slightly
hung over the edge of the tables, their knees, thighs, waist, chest and heads were fastened down securely, they could barely move. Tom then flicked a switch and the head of the tables moved up into a slight reclining position in order to record their facial expressions. Suddenly the four orderlies pulled over chairs and sat down in front of my wife and sisters feet, one guy each in front of a foot, they slowly removed their shoes, while their shoes were being removed Bonnie was thinking that her and Melissa were just dancing and that their feet are sore and much more sensitive to the touch. The orderlies began to tickle the girls feet through
their nylons and both of them began to giggle and laugh, these guys drew circles all over their soles and worked their fingers between the girls toes, this was driving them crazy with laughter. After about 1/2 hour later Tom and Sheila cut off my wife and sisters nylons and then handed the orderlies two feathers each. The guys began tickling the girls feet with the feathers, both girls were in hysterics with laughter, especially as the feathers were worked between their beautiful toes back and forth. Again they
were tickled with feathers for another 1/2 hour. Sheila then said " now the finale! " The orderlies then each took the foot in front of them and started licking it all over, they worked their tongues between the girls toes and all over the top, sides, and soles of their feet. Both Bonnie and Melissa were screaming hysterically with laughter and bucked like crazed animals. My wife and sister suffered the tickle torture for 1/2 hour more and were finally released.
After I got home the next day, Bonnie got me alone and told me that her and I were even. She also told me that my plan was ingenious and that she was tickled so much that it felt unbearable and incredible at the same time and even brought on a few incredibly intense orgasms. Now she insists that I torture her in a similar way every now and then but only I was to tickle
her.
Another from the MTJ...
PSYCHOTIC LAUGHTER
By Louis Poirier
My sister and I grew up in a close knit family and we were pretty playful at times. We would play tickling games all of the time, we grew up and became best of friends. Later on in life I was introduced to some of my sisters friends, namely her friend Bonnie, she was beautiful, while we dated and eventually moved in together I slowly introduced Bonnie to tickling, she thought that it was weird at first but came to love it. We eventually married and have three children, two girls and a boy. My wife Bonnie and I would play tickling games quite frequently including some heavy bondage and some interesting positions. I wasn't as ticklish as my wife but she was determined to tickle the hell out of me so she had an incredible plan to get me and it worked.
One weekend my wife decided that her and I needed time alone some weekend so we brought the kids over to my parents house for the weekend. Bonnie and I went out dancing that Saturday Night and decided to come home about ten o'clock and fool around. Bonnie told me that she wanted to torture me tonight so I complied. She told me to only wear a pair of boxer shorts and lay on the bed in a spread eagle position. I laid on the bed while she strapped me down using my a bunch of my old karate belts. She had outdone herself this time, I couldn't move at all. After she was done Bonnie said "now your going to get it this time because I've invited a friend over to help me tickle you!" Just after that she opened the door and let my sister Melissa in. I then said " You guys can't break me at all! " Melissa then said " oh yah! We'll just see about that! let's get him Bonnie!" Both my wife and sister climbed on me and started tickling me all over, it was incredibly hard to hold back the laughter but I managed until they started licking my toes, after that I just let loose and started laughing hysterically. They loved seeing me laying there helpless and laughing hysterically. They tickled me for what seemed forever but was in reality just and hour. Finally they let me go and after I caught my breath I promised to get revenge on the two of them.
After about six months had passed, I told Bonnie that her and I could go on a tour of the local psychiatric hospital, two friends that I had gone to University with had landed jobs there and worked there for several years. Bonnie said yes. I knew she would because we both had a secret passion for castles, dungeons and torture chambers and this hospital sort of reminded us of one. Little did Bonnie know that I was plotting my revenge, I had arranged the whole tour with my friends Sheila and Tom, I had explained what
my wife and sister had done to me six months ago, since I knew that Sheila secretly had a crush on me and Tom had one on my sister they were more than pleased to help me in any way. The tour was set for this Saturday night at 11:45 pm. I told my wife that this was the only chance to go on the tour because tours were not normally allowed and my friends Sheila and Tom were secretly doing this. I told my wife that I had already promised my parents that I would come over with the kids to help fix their basement. Bonnie said " well, I don't want to go by myself so I won't go at all " I suggested that she ask my sister Melissa to go with her since they had been best friends all of their lives. Bonnie then said "you don't mind us going?" I said " no! not at all! " Bonnie then called Melissa up and explained the situation to her and she totally agreed. I thought to myself great! this is working out perfectly. I told the girls to show up at the back of the hospital at 11:45 pm and push the buzzer at the loading dock. My friends will meet you there to let you in and remember to do what ever they say to do because there are allot of violently crazy people there. Bonnie then said " don't you worry we'll be just fine! " I then said " yeah I know, Sheila and Tom will take good care of you! "
Saturday night came and I was at my parents house with the kids to spend the night, Bonnie and Melissa decided to go out dancing and for a few drinks at our local night club. They both were wearing jeans, a blouse, black nylons and pumps. Bonnie and Melissa went dancing and decided to come back to our place to get freshened up before the tour. They arrived at the back of the hospital at 11:40 pm and walked up to the loading dock door. As they walked up Melissa said " God this place looks like and old castle! " Bonnie then said " yeah!, this was an old mansion from the seventeen hundreds that was converted into a psychiatric hospital. The girls buzzed the door and Sheila answered and let them in. They walked in and Sheila asked the girls to leave their coats and purses in her office for safety reasons. Finally Tom showed up and escorted the girls down the halls of the third floor. As they walked down Tom and Sheila explained what went on in each floor and gave a brief description of each patient and what they were here for. They proceeded down to the second floor and Tom explained that these patients were more violent and had to be occasionally locked up in their rooms. The girls were then asked if they would like to go down to the first floor and see the extremely violent cases. Both Bonnie and Melissa agreed to and on their way down Melissa asked Tom if some of the patients wore strait jackets, Tom said " yes and, that we constantly need to use strait jackets to help control the patients, why do you ask? " Melissa then said " well I've always wondered what a strait jacket would feel like on? " Bonnie then said " yeah! I've always been curious myself! " Tom then asked if they would like to each try one on. Both Bonnie and Melissa agreed.
Tom then made a phone call and arranged to meet a couple of orderlies down on the first floor with two strait jackets. Bonnie then asked if they did any shock treatment at this hospital, Tom said " definitely, would you like to see the room we do it in ". Both girls said " sure! let's go see! " Tom, Sheila, Bonnie and Melissa met the two orderlies and they helped the girls put on the strait jackets. (You see! I also paid four male orderlies each $100.00 to help out with my revenge). Bonnie and Melissa put on the strait jackets, the orderlies placed their arms across their chests and secured them in the back, then they fastened another strap between their legs and also secured it in the back, Tom then asked how they felt. Melissa then said " they feel weird, I couldn't get out of this if my life depended on it. Tom then said " well, let's go see the Electroshock therapy room! " Bonnie then said " you're not going to shock us are you? ". Tom said " no, were just going to show you the room and explain how we do it ". Just after the girls walked into the room, they noticed four male orderlies standing there beside some video equipment. Bonnie asked " what are these guys here for? " Sheila then said " don't you know? they're here to help Louis get his revenge on you two, then suddenly Sheila locked the door and nodded to the orderlies. Tom walked over and turned on the video camera, then the four orderlies grabbed Bonnie and lifted her up on one of the padded tables, they held her down while Tom and Sheila did up the restraints. Meanwhile Melissa
frantically ran for the door and tried to get out, after Bonnie was strapped down, the orderlies then grabbed Melissa and placed her on another padded table about four feet beside Bonnie ( no pun intended ). Both my wife and sister were fastened to these tables and totally helpless. I mean there were strapped down good. Their ankles were fastened in padded belts and slightly
hung over the edge of the tables, their knees, thighs, waist, chest and heads were fastened down securely, they could barely move. Tom then flicked a switch and the head of the tables moved up into a slight reclining position in order to record their facial expressions. Suddenly the four orderlies pulled over chairs and sat down in front of my wife and sisters feet, one guy each in front of a foot, they slowly removed their shoes, while their shoes were being removed Bonnie was thinking that her and Melissa were just dancing and that their feet are sore and much more sensitive to the touch. The orderlies began to tickle the girls feet through
their nylons and both of them began to giggle and laugh, these guys drew circles all over their soles and worked their fingers between the girls toes, this was driving them crazy with laughter. After about 1/2 hour later Tom and Sheila cut off my wife and sisters nylons and then handed the orderlies two feathers each. The guys began tickling the girls feet with the feathers, both girls were in hysterics with laughter, especially as the feathers were worked between their beautiful toes back and forth. Again they
were tickled with feathers for another 1/2 hour. Sheila then said " now the finale! " The orderlies then each took the foot in front of them and started licking it all over, they worked their tongues between the girls toes and all over the top, sides, and soles of their feet. Both Bonnie and Melissa were screaming hysterically with laughter and bucked like crazed animals. My wife and sister suffered the tickle torture for 1/2 hour more and were finally released.
After I got home the next day, Bonnie got me alone and told me that her and I were even. She also told me that my plan was ingenious and that she was tickled so much that it felt unbearable and incredible at the same time and even brought on a few incredibly intense orgasms. Now she insists that I torture her in a similar way every now and then but only I was to tickle
her.
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CeeCee!!!!!!!
I LOVED your true account! That was a very well written recollection! If you have any more to share, I have a few myself!
Get at me!
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I LOVED your true account! That was a very well written recollection! If you have any more to share, I have a few myself!
Get at me!
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I'm assuming that the purpose of this thread is to relay things I've SEEN, not DONE. So NO, this will NOT be about Stripper Tickling. I was not the tickler in this case. A friend of mine had a very pretty girlfriend, her name was Jeanie. She kind of looked like Pam Anderson, but with brown hair. I always wanted to give her a good tickle but out of respect for my friend I never did, although I did poke her ribs a few times and I knew she WAS ticklish. Anyhow, Jeanie and my buddy were having a bit of a tiff at this party we were at. I was sitting on the end seat of a couch and they were arguing next to me. The next thing I know, my buddy pushes her backward so she falls over the end of the couch and her back lands on my lap. She tried to sit up but before she could my buddy started tickling her exposed belly. I'll never forget her reaction: "No..no..hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo" the look on her face was priceless. She was totally helpless. AND she was on my lap throughout the whole ordeal. It only lasted about 30 seconds but I'll never forget it.
That's the only eye witness account I have. In all other cases I was actually doing the tickling.
That's the only eye witness account I have. In all other cases I was actually doing the tickling.
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Wow WallStreet,
other than you doing the actual tickling, that sounds like a hell of a sexy moment!!😉
other than you doing the actual tickling, that sounds like a hell of a sexy moment!!😉
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Hey folks!
Last weekend I was at an outdoor festival when I observed some interesting footplay going on right in front of me. An attractive redhead had her bare feet crossed on her boyfriends leg. Her feet were about a size 6 with red painted nails and a toe ring. Her boyfriend spent the entire set lightly stroking and scraping her bare feet while she twitched her pink feet back and forth. At one point he slipped a finger between her toes and she let out a delighted squeel, never pulling her foot away. Needless to say I spent more time watching her feet than I did the band.
ps- I have posted a few short true tickles in the stories section under edvs true concert tickle thread.
Last weekend I was at an outdoor festival when I observed some interesting footplay going on right in front of me. An attractive redhead had her bare feet crossed on her boyfriends leg. Her feet were about a size 6 with red painted nails and a toe ring. Her boyfriend spent the entire set lightly stroking and scraping her bare feet while she twitched her pink feet back and forth. At one point he slipped a finger between her toes and she let out a delighted squeel, never pulling her foot away. Needless to say I spent more time watching her feet than I did the band.
ps- I have posted a few short true tickles in the stories section under edvs true concert tickle thread.
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Here is another from the MTJ....
Peggy was one of the most ticklish women I have ever known. I found this out one night we were on the floor kissing. She had not taken her heavy coat off yet. I was putting my hands underneath to feel her up. I had never tickled her and didn't know if she was even ticklish. Her arms were over her head as my hands crept their way to her rib cage. She had no idea what was coming. All of a sudden I just grabbed her ribcage and started to give her a hard ten finger rib tickling. Moving my fingers fast, I was all over her ribs and under her arms. She just exploded with ticklish laughter, jumping and trying to get away and coming right off the floor. She couldn't protect her ribs because of the heavy coat so I kept this mad tickling up for several minutes. She was laughing so hard no sound was even coming out, bucking and writhing, she couldn' even beg me to stop. I just couldn't stop. I was mesmerized by her ticklishness. I just tickled and tickled and tickled. I hadn't tickled a woman like this for a long time.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA", I could hear under breath. I whispered tickle,tickle,tickle,tickle,tickle, into her ear and she seemed to become even more ticklish. Up and down her ribs I continued. That place just under her armpit on the top of her ribs seemed to be the best. Her ribs felt so good under my fingers, ribs protruding under tight skin. As I continued, she was bucking so hard we were both bouncing off the floor. Finally, after what must have been an eternity to her, I stopped. Her face was red and she was out of breath. Her long hair was disheveled and all over her face. We sat up and she said that I should never tickle her like that because she was soooooo ticklish she couldn't stand it. I thought it was over, but we saw each other again. She never said she liked to be tickled but she never asked me not to tickle her again.
We had many more sessions of rolling around the floor, with Peggy in ticklish agony. I explored other areas of her ticklish body. I found after much research that the lower I tickled her, the more ticklish she was. Sometimes when sitting on the sofa I would grab
her knees, just above the knee cap, and squeeze. She would almost jump over the back of the sofa. The only way I could contain her was to sit on her on the floor and reach both my hands behind me and squeeze both her knees. She was absolutely helpless against this type of attack. I would keep this up for a while, then go back to her ribs until her hands would try to fend me off then I would move back to her knees again. Most people don't talk much about women's knees, but I found them to be one of my favorite targets. (at least on Peggy).
Sometimes before I tickled her we would talk about tickling. Sometimes she would try to tickle me, knowing full well what would happen to her when I over power her. I would often get her on the floor and threaten her before I'd tickle her silly. I would say to her, "gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, coo" or just " tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle." She would begin laughing hysterically just by the tickle talk. My favorite one was,"Peggy, now I'm going to tickle you and I'm going to give you the worst tickling you've ever had." I'd get her all stretched out on the carpet and wiggle my fingers over her ribs and under arms with out touching her and she would go crazy with ticklish anticipation. She almost wet her pants before I ever touched her. This was audible laughter, very high pitched. When I would finally dig my fingers into her ribs she was back to that silent, unbreathable, unbearable, bucking off the floor, ticklish laughter. Often I'd Kiss her on the lips as I was tickling her. She never bit me because she was laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth. We always wound up an intense tickling episode with sex. She admitted to me that she always had better orgasms after being tickled. It went with out saying that I did too. Sometimes I would continue tickling her right through the sex until we both orgasm. That was my personal favorite way to have sex.
I still had never tickled her feet. She claimed not to be ticklish on them, but I figured since she got more ticklish the farther down her body I tickled, she just had to be ticklish on her feet. Feet had always been my favorite spot to tickle. Most of my fantasies had always been about tickling feet. Pretty, high arched, stockinged, ticklish feet. Nothing turned me on more. No thought ever gave me a more intense orgasm. I loved the feel of smooth sheer nylon beneath my finger tips. I love the smell of clean feet encased in stockings after I slip her foot out of shiny, new high heels. My favorite heels were the ones that had nothing but straps that showed off the high arch. You can tickle the foot without even removing the shoe. Women can't scrunch up their toes as I tickle the sides of their arches.
I bided my time, waiting patiently. One night we had been to a dance. She was wearing stockings and very high heels.(Not the kind with the straps). We sat down on the sofa to watch some TV and she put her feet on my lap, without removing her heels. She would arch her foot and slip her heel in and out of the shoe over and over again. This was too much for me to take. This time I didn't say any thing, I just grabbed her left ankle with one hand and slipped her shoe off her heel with the other and started running all five fingernails up and down her stockinged feet. Her reaction was better than I had hoped. Most women I have tickled eventually sit up and at least try to interfere with my tickling fingers, but she was so ticklish on her feet that she could only put her head back and laugh hysterically. It was like having her feet in stocks. I could tickle them to my hearts desire with no interference. I then put both of her legs between my legs in a scissors fashion so I could have both hands free. I slipped off the other high heel and proceeded to tickle torture both feet. Its hard to explain her reaction but her feet were even more ticklish than her knees if you can imagine that. I lost all sense of time as I continued to tickle those smooth arches. I couldn't seem to stop running fingers and even my teeth up and down those nylon covered feet. Finally I had an exploding orgasm and stopped tickling her. Tears were running down her cheeks and she continued to giggle long after I had stopped. We made love long into the night and she had many orgasms.
I had now discovered every ticklish spot on her body, and there weren't many that went untickled. She was even ticklish on the palms of her hands, her neck and ears, the insides of her arms. These were excellent targets to attack while having sex, very easy to get at with- out missing a beat. She once admitted to me that the more I tickled her the more ticklish she became. Wonderful!! I usually tickled her knees or ribs before I got to her feet after discovering that revelation. I always wanted her feet highly ticklish when I got there. I was never disappointed. I liked to command her to lay down on the sofa and put her feet in my lap and then ask her which foot was the most ticklish. She would try to throw me off by telling me the wrong foot and I would grab the other one and tickle her half to death. She would always laugh until tears ran down her red moist cheeks, but never complained or asked me to stop.
Our tickling sessions usually lasted an hour or two. I would tickle and stop, tickle and stop, move to another part, tickle and stop, tickle and stop, moving, tickling, stopping, threatening to tickle her to death, tickling, stopping. Always ending up in very intense, sometimes ticklish orgasms.
We were still young and in college at this time and the day finally came when she wanted to see other men. This came as quite a blow to me and I suggested that for that I should be allowed to give her one final tickling for punishment. She agreed. That's when I got the neck ties down and tied her arms and feet to the four corners of the bed. That night I gave her the longest most intense non-stop tickling she ever got from me. I was hurt and mad and I didn't even tease her verbally. I just tickled. Tickled her under arms, her ribs, her belly, down to her thighs and knees. then on to the bottoms of her feet. I continued back up her body, up and down over and over, non-stop. just the silent, continuous, non stop laughter that she was so famous for.
"TEE HEEE HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA,teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heee."
I don't know how long I tickled her but I came twice in the process and don't know whether she did or not. When it was over I untied her, we embraced one more time, and I left and never saw her again. She was undoubtedly the most ticklish woman I ever came across.
Peggy was one of the most ticklish women I have ever known. I found this out one night we were on the floor kissing. She had not taken her heavy coat off yet. I was putting my hands underneath to feel her up. I had never tickled her and didn't know if she was even ticklish. Her arms were over her head as my hands crept their way to her rib cage. She had no idea what was coming. All of a sudden I just grabbed her ribcage and started to give her a hard ten finger rib tickling. Moving my fingers fast, I was all over her ribs and under her arms. She just exploded with ticklish laughter, jumping and trying to get away and coming right off the floor. She couldn't protect her ribs because of the heavy coat so I kept this mad tickling up for several minutes. She was laughing so hard no sound was even coming out, bucking and writhing, she couldn' even beg me to stop. I just couldn't stop. I was mesmerized by her ticklishness. I just tickled and tickled and tickled. I hadn't tickled a woman like this for a long time.
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA", I could hear under breath. I whispered tickle,tickle,tickle,tickle,tickle, into her ear and she seemed to become even more ticklish. Up and down her ribs I continued. That place just under her armpit on the top of her ribs seemed to be the best. Her ribs felt so good under my fingers, ribs protruding under tight skin. As I continued, she was bucking so hard we were both bouncing off the floor. Finally, after what must have been an eternity to her, I stopped. Her face was red and she was out of breath. Her long hair was disheveled and all over her face. We sat up and she said that I should never tickle her like that because she was soooooo ticklish she couldn't stand it. I thought it was over, but we saw each other again. She never said she liked to be tickled but she never asked me not to tickle her again.
We had many more sessions of rolling around the floor, with Peggy in ticklish agony. I explored other areas of her ticklish body. I found after much research that the lower I tickled her, the more ticklish she was. Sometimes when sitting on the sofa I would grab
her knees, just above the knee cap, and squeeze. She would almost jump over the back of the sofa. The only way I could contain her was to sit on her on the floor and reach both my hands behind me and squeeze both her knees. She was absolutely helpless against this type of attack. I would keep this up for a while, then go back to her ribs until her hands would try to fend me off then I would move back to her knees again. Most people don't talk much about women's knees, but I found them to be one of my favorite targets. (at least on Peggy).
Sometimes before I tickled her we would talk about tickling. Sometimes she would try to tickle me, knowing full well what would happen to her when I over power her. I would often get her on the floor and threaten her before I'd tickle her silly. I would say to her, "gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, gitchie, coo" or just " tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle." She would begin laughing hysterically just by the tickle talk. My favorite one was,"Peggy, now I'm going to tickle you and I'm going to give you the worst tickling you've ever had." I'd get her all stretched out on the carpet and wiggle my fingers over her ribs and under arms with out touching her and she would go crazy with ticklish anticipation. She almost wet her pants before I ever touched her. This was audible laughter, very high pitched. When I would finally dig my fingers into her ribs she was back to that silent, unbreathable, unbearable, bucking off the floor, ticklish laughter. Often I'd Kiss her on the lips as I was tickling her. She never bit me because she was laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth. We always wound up an intense tickling episode with sex. She admitted to me that she always had better orgasms after being tickled. It went with out saying that I did too. Sometimes I would continue tickling her right through the sex until we both orgasm. That was my personal favorite way to have sex.
I still had never tickled her feet. She claimed not to be ticklish on them, but I figured since she got more ticklish the farther down her body I tickled, she just had to be ticklish on her feet. Feet had always been my favorite spot to tickle. Most of my fantasies had always been about tickling feet. Pretty, high arched, stockinged, ticklish feet. Nothing turned me on more. No thought ever gave me a more intense orgasm. I loved the feel of smooth sheer nylon beneath my finger tips. I love the smell of clean feet encased in stockings after I slip her foot out of shiny, new high heels. My favorite heels were the ones that had nothing but straps that showed off the high arch. You can tickle the foot without even removing the shoe. Women can't scrunch up their toes as I tickle the sides of their arches.
I bided my time, waiting patiently. One night we had been to a dance. She was wearing stockings and very high heels.(Not the kind with the straps). We sat down on the sofa to watch some TV and she put her feet on my lap, without removing her heels. She would arch her foot and slip her heel in and out of the shoe over and over again. This was too much for me to take. This time I didn't say any thing, I just grabbed her left ankle with one hand and slipped her shoe off her heel with the other and started running all five fingernails up and down her stockinged feet. Her reaction was better than I had hoped. Most women I have tickled eventually sit up and at least try to interfere with my tickling fingers, but she was so ticklish on her feet that she could only put her head back and laugh hysterically. It was like having her feet in stocks. I could tickle them to my hearts desire with no interference. I then put both of her legs between my legs in a scissors fashion so I could have both hands free. I slipped off the other high heel and proceeded to tickle torture both feet. Its hard to explain her reaction but her feet were even more ticklish than her knees if you can imagine that. I lost all sense of time as I continued to tickle those smooth arches. I couldn't seem to stop running fingers and even my teeth up and down those nylon covered feet. Finally I had an exploding orgasm and stopped tickling her. Tears were running down her cheeks and she continued to giggle long after I had stopped. We made love long into the night and she had many orgasms.
I had now discovered every ticklish spot on her body, and there weren't many that went untickled. She was even ticklish on the palms of her hands, her neck and ears, the insides of her arms. These were excellent targets to attack while having sex, very easy to get at with- out missing a beat. She once admitted to me that the more I tickled her the more ticklish she became. Wonderful!! I usually tickled her knees or ribs before I got to her feet after discovering that revelation. I always wanted her feet highly ticklish when I got there. I was never disappointed. I liked to command her to lay down on the sofa and put her feet in my lap and then ask her which foot was the most ticklish. She would try to throw me off by telling me the wrong foot and I would grab the other one and tickle her half to death. She would always laugh until tears ran down her red moist cheeks, but never complained or asked me to stop.
Our tickling sessions usually lasted an hour or two. I would tickle and stop, tickle and stop, move to another part, tickle and stop, tickle and stop, moving, tickling, stopping, threatening to tickle her to death, tickling, stopping. Always ending up in very intense, sometimes ticklish orgasms.
We were still young and in college at this time and the day finally came when she wanted to see other men. This came as quite a blow to me and I suggested that for that I should be allowed to give her one final tickling for punishment. She agreed. That's when I got the neck ties down and tied her arms and feet to the four corners of the bed. That night I gave her the longest most intense non-stop tickling she ever got from me. I was hurt and mad and I didn't even tease her verbally. I just tickled. Tickled her under arms, her ribs, her belly, down to her thighs and knees. then on to the bottoms of her feet. I continued back up her body, up and down over and over, non-stop. just the silent, continuous, non stop laughter that she was so famous for.
"TEE HEEE HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA HAAAAAAAA,teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeee heee."
I don't know how long I tickled her but I came twice in the process and don't know whether she did or not. When it was over I untied her, we embraced one more time, and I left and never saw her again. She was undoubtedly the most ticklish woman I ever came across.
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Another ticklish tale from the MTJ...
This happened about 10 years ago, when I and my female victim were both in our early - mid 20s. She and I worked for the same company and hung around with similar social crowds. We had flirted a few times, and although she had a hot, little body, she like me more than I liked her. That was until I noticed something at a party we both attended. She was sitting across the room, flirting with a couple of guys, and I noticed one of them start to tickle her. She shrieked so loud, the whole party, sort of stopped for a second. He immediately stopped, and while the party resumed, I could hear her say, "I am the most ticklish person alive, I can't take being tickled".
From that moment on, I began to plan. This was perfect because I knew she had a crush on me, and I knew that I could get her to my apartment, and I knew she wanted to sleep with me. The following Friday, the day when our crowd typically started the night out by going to happy hour at the bar near work, I asked her what she was doing that night and if she was going to go to happy hour. She flirtatiously told me she had no plans, but that if I was going to happy hour, she would go too. Perfect, tonight would be the night.
We were all hanging out at happy hour, she and I were flirting, and I made sure that we were the last two to remain. Since we had been in it for the long haul, we were both pretty buzzed and I suggested we go hang out at my apartment, which was 2 minutes from the bar. She shouldn't be driving the 45 minutes it would take to get to her place, was the only convincing she needed.
Once in my apartment, I turned on the radio - to my favorite station, and opened up some beers. I began to try and guess the songs as they were beginning, but would intentionally guess wrong most of the time. I would allow her to correct me so that she thought she knew the music better than me. At work, she and I had this running competitive thing going where I would usually beat her at whatever we were competing at. Now, in my apartment, I wanted to hustle her into thinking she could beat me at something. I even started to taunt her and remind her at all the things I beat her at at work. She started taunting me because she was (at least for now) better at naming the song. I finally said, so you think you are so smart, let's play "name that tune". We have to guess the name of the song and the band, whoever gets it first, wins. We decided we would play best 4 out of 7, and of course I suggested that to make the game more interesting, we should have a friendly wager. She, thinking she was finally going to beat me said sure, "what should we bet". I said, knowing how much she wanted me, how about the loser has to do whatever the winner says for 1 hour. She immediately, with no hesitation accepted. I had to hide my instant erection.
Well, after I easily got the next two songs correct, I felt a little bad and let her get the third one before I close out and beat her 4-1. She was so frustrated, because she knew that I hustled her, but she was actually glad, because she thought she would now get to fool around (what she really wanted), and if she had won, she would have been too embarrassed to ask for that.
She, both resigned and excited, said, OK now what. I asked her to take off her blouse, skirt, and stockings and go over to the bed. She was now, only in her underwear and bra, and I then asked her to hold out her wrists, and I used the stockings to tie her wrists together. Once her wrists were tied, I started kissing her gently and fondling her breasts. I wanted her to think everything was OK, so I lulled her into thinking she would get what she wanted. After a couple of minutes of kissing, I held her wrists over her head, and tied them to the headboard. She was like, "oh, you are so kinky". Once her wrists were secured above her head, I started up the kissing again, so she would think I was just teasing her. Then I took out some belts and tied her ankles, spread eagled to the bottom bedposts. Now, she was totally helpless.
I moved over to her face, and now, instead of kissing her, I started to run my fingers down her arms, from her wrists, to just above her underarms. I purposely started out real slow and was careful not to touch her underarms (just yet). She started giggling helplessly, and whimpered, through her giggles "no, you can't do this to me". I said, "do what"? She fought through her laughter and said, please no, don't do this to me. She was too terrified to say the word I stopped for a second and said, "if you don't tell me specifically what you don't want me to do, I'm going to take my fingers and play with your underarms". She immediately screamed out, "please don't tickle me - I am so ticklish - I can't take it - you will drive me crazy". I said, "now you know I can't promise that, but if you try and accept your punishment for losing the bet, it will be much easier on you". She was so scared but she had no choice. She had made the bet, agreeing to do whatever I said if she lost. I finally asked her, "now do you accept your punishment like a good little girl, and I will take it easy on you, or are you going to fight me, and then I will really make it tough for you". She finally agreed, "ok, I accept.
I then immediately went for her underarms, she was screaming and thrashing before it was even 5 seconds. I then sat on her stomach, so my weight would prevent her from moving. For the next 5 minutes, I used both hands to torture her underarms. She was laughing and screaming so much, and eventually there were tears in her eyes. I did give her a couple of breaks during the underarm treatment, and when it was over, offered her a sip of beer. She was really being tortured, but she knew that if she complained it could have been worse. She was hoping so much it would be over, but unfortunately it had just begun.
I then moved down to her ribs, and started gently massaging in and around each rib. She now began an entire new level of laughing and screaming. She begged me to stop and agreed to do anything. I told her she had already agreed that, and she would just have to endure the rest of her rib treatment. Eventually, I was so turned on by her laughing, I had to stop and take a break. For the next 20 minutes, I tickled her tummy, sides, thighs, and knees. Each spot I got to seemed to be more ticklish than the last. It was a good thing my apartment had thick walls, or I'm sure somebody would have called security on us, because she was making so much noise.
Finally, I stopped for more than the normal 20 second break, and moved down to her ankle and faked that I was about to untie the belts and let her go. But as I made believe I was undoing the belts, I scraped my finger tip against the bottom of her sexy, size 5-6 feet. With just that one touch, her entire back arched and she let out the loudest scream of all. I said, "homme., silly me, I have forgotten about your feet". She pleaded, "please no, I absolutely can't take that, anything but my feet". But it was too late, I had to have her beautiful feet, and I did. Alternating between my fingers and nails on her soles and heels, and using my tongue as well. I though she was going to pass out when I ran my tongue in between her toes. I spend a full 20 minutes on her feet, with several breaks, but eventually, I could tell, she had had enough. Her eyes were sore from so many laughter tears, and her arms looked so tired from all the struggling. I undid her ankles, took off her panties, which were dripping wet, and then gave her the best oral sex of her life.
It was only fair, because I had just had the best 1 hour of my life. After her 3rd orgasm, I could tell she had enough, I undid her wrists, and held her. She was totally exhausted, totally spent, but she even admitted afterwards, that while it was torture and she wouldn't want to try it again, it was sort of fun, and she might consider it.
This happened about 10 years ago, when I and my female victim were both in our early - mid 20s. She and I worked for the same company and hung around with similar social crowds. We had flirted a few times, and although she had a hot, little body, she like me more than I liked her. That was until I noticed something at a party we both attended. She was sitting across the room, flirting with a couple of guys, and I noticed one of them start to tickle her. She shrieked so loud, the whole party, sort of stopped for a second. He immediately stopped, and while the party resumed, I could hear her say, "I am the most ticklish person alive, I can't take being tickled".
From that moment on, I began to plan. This was perfect because I knew she had a crush on me, and I knew that I could get her to my apartment, and I knew she wanted to sleep with me. The following Friday, the day when our crowd typically started the night out by going to happy hour at the bar near work, I asked her what she was doing that night and if she was going to go to happy hour. She flirtatiously told me she had no plans, but that if I was going to happy hour, she would go too. Perfect, tonight would be the night.
We were all hanging out at happy hour, she and I were flirting, and I made sure that we were the last two to remain. Since we had been in it for the long haul, we were both pretty buzzed and I suggested we go hang out at my apartment, which was 2 minutes from the bar. She shouldn't be driving the 45 minutes it would take to get to her place, was the only convincing she needed.
Once in my apartment, I turned on the radio - to my favorite station, and opened up some beers. I began to try and guess the songs as they were beginning, but would intentionally guess wrong most of the time. I would allow her to correct me so that she thought she knew the music better than me. At work, she and I had this running competitive thing going where I would usually beat her at whatever we were competing at. Now, in my apartment, I wanted to hustle her into thinking she could beat me at something. I even started to taunt her and remind her at all the things I beat her at at work. She started taunting me because she was (at least for now) better at naming the song. I finally said, so you think you are so smart, let's play "name that tune". We have to guess the name of the song and the band, whoever gets it first, wins. We decided we would play best 4 out of 7, and of course I suggested that to make the game more interesting, we should have a friendly wager. She, thinking she was finally going to beat me said sure, "what should we bet". I said, knowing how much she wanted me, how about the loser has to do whatever the winner says for 1 hour. She immediately, with no hesitation accepted. I had to hide my instant erection.
Well, after I easily got the next two songs correct, I felt a little bad and let her get the third one before I close out and beat her 4-1. She was so frustrated, because she knew that I hustled her, but she was actually glad, because she thought she would now get to fool around (what she really wanted), and if she had won, she would have been too embarrassed to ask for that.
She, both resigned and excited, said, OK now what. I asked her to take off her blouse, skirt, and stockings and go over to the bed. She was now, only in her underwear and bra, and I then asked her to hold out her wrists, and I used the stockings to tie her wrists together. Once her wrists were tied, I started kissing her gently and fondling her breasts. I wanted her to think everything was OK, so I lulled her into thinking she would get what she wanted. After a couple of minutes of kissing, I held her wrists over her head, and tied them to the headboard. She was like, "oh, you are so kinky". Once her wrists were secured above her head, I started up the kissing again, so she would think I was just teasing her. Then I took out some belts and tied her ankles, spread eagled to the bottom bedposts. Now, she was totally helpless.
I moved over to her face, and now, instead of kissing her, I started to run my fingers down her arms, from her wrists, to just above her underarms. I purposely started out real slow and was careful not to touch her underarms (just yet). She started giggling helplessly, and whimpered, through her giggles "no, you can't do this to me". I said, "do what"? She fought through her laughter and said, please no, don't do this to me. She was too terrified to say the word I stopped for a second and said, "if you don't tell me specifically what you don't want me to do, I'm going to take my fingers and play with your underarms". She immediately screamed out, "please don't tickle me - I am so ticklish - I can't take it - you will drive me crazy". I said, "now you know I can't promise that, but if you try and accept your punishment for losing the bet, it will be much easier on you". She was so scared but she had no choice. She had made the bet, agreeing to do whatever I said if she lost. I finally asked her, "now do you accept your punishment like a good little girl, and I will take it easy on you, or are you going to fight me, and then I will really make it tough for you". She finally agreed, "ok, I accept.
I then immediately went for her underarms, she was screaming and thrashing before it was even 5 seconds. I then sat on her stomach, so my weight would prevent her from moving. For the next 5 minutes, I used both hands to torture her underarms. She was laughing and screaming so much, and eventually there were tears in her eyes. I did give her a couple of breaks during the underarm treatment, and when it was over, offered her a sip of beer. She was really being tortured, but she knew that if she complained it could have been worse. She was hoping so much it would be over, but unfortunately it had just begun.
I then moved down to her ribs, and started gently massaging in and around each rib. She now began an entire new level of laughing and screaming. She begged me to stop and agreed to do anything. I told her she had already agreed that, and she would just have to endure the rest of her rib treatment. Eventually, I was so turned on by her laughing, I had to stop and take a break. For the next 20 minutes, I tickled her tummy, sides, thighs, and knees. Each spot I got to seemed to be more ticklish than the last. It was a good thing my apartment had thick walls, or I'm sure somebody would have called security on us, because she was making so much noise.
Finally, I stopped for more than the normal 20 second break, and moved down to her ankle and faked that I was about to untie the belts and let her go. But as I made believe I was undoing the belts, I scraped my finger tip against the bottom of her sexy, size 5-6 feet. With just that one touch, her entire back arched and she let out the loudest scream of all. I said, "homme., silly me, I have forgotten about your feet". She pleaded, "please no, I absolutely can't take that, anything but my feet". But it was too late, I had to have her beautiful feet, and I did. Alternating between my fingers and nails on her soles and heels, and using my tongue as well. I though she was going to pass out when I ran my tongue in between her toes. I spend a full 20 minutes on her feet, with several breaks, but eventually, I could tell, she had had enough. Her eyes were sore from so many laughter tears, and her arms looked so tired from all the struggling. I undid her ankles, took off her panties, which were dripping wet, and then gave her the best oral sex of her life.
It was only fair, because I had just had the best 1 hour of my life. After her 3rd orgasm, I could tell she had enough, I undid her wrists, and held her. She was totally exhausted, totally spent, but she even admitted afterwards, that while it was torture and she wouldn't want to try it again, it was sort of fun, and she might consider it.
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A short but sweet one from the "Morandilas's TICKLERS JOURNAL"
I went to a friend's house with my cousin. A girl there was laying on the couch with her socks on. My cousin held her down and tickled under her arms while my friend's brother sat on her legs and tickled her feet. He was getting her back for tickling him. She was begging me to make my cousin and my friend's brother stop tickling her. But I did not because I loved to see her get tickled.
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I went to a friend's house with my cousin. A girl there was laying on the couch with her socks on. My cousin held her down and tickled under her arms while my friend's brother sat on her legs and tickled her feet. He was getting her back for tickling him. She was begging me to make my cousin and my friend's brother stop tickling her. But I did not because I loved to see her get tickled.
KEEP THIS THREAD ALIVE FOLKS!
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Yet another from the MTJ!
Back in college had a girlfriend who was incredibly ticklish (unfortunately, it was before I realized I had a tickling fetish). One Friday night we were in my dorm room playing drinking games with a few other friends. She said something to me, I can't remember what, that made me start tickling her.
She was sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I reached out with both hands, and started tickling her sides, right around where her bra went around her chest. The affect was amazing. She looked like she should be laughing hysterically, but no sound would come out. She couldn't speak at all, and she couldn't move at all either, I didn't even have to try to stop her from kicking or anything, she just couldn't move. After maybe 10 seconds, she started shaking her head no and managed to get out "please stop, I can't take it". I stopped, and she then admitted that she was incredibly ticklish and couldn't take it.
Unfortunately, the relationship didn't last too long (the break-up had nothing to do with tickling), I really which I could tickle someone that ticklish now! I have never seen anyone that ticklish since, and found it amazing that tickling could render someone that helpless. I think the fact that the tickling totally incapacitated her fuels many of my tickling fantasies.
Back in college had a girlfriend who was incredibly ticklish (unfortunately, it was before I realized I had a tickling fetish). One Friday night we were in my dorm room playing drinking games with a few other friends. She said something to me, I can't remember what, that made me start tickling her.
She was sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I reached out with both hands, and started tickling her sides, right around where her bra went around her chest. The affect was amazing. She looked like she should be laughing hysterically, but no sound would come out. She couldn't speak at all, and she couldn't move at all either, I didn't even have to try to stop her from kicking or anything, she just couldn't move. After maybe 10 seconds, she started shaking her head no and managed to get out "please stop, I can't take it". I stopped, and she then admitted that she was incredibly ticklish and couldn't take it.
Unfortunately, the relationship didn't last too long (the break-up had nothing to do with tickling), I really which I could tickle someone that ticklish now! I have never seen anyone that ticklish since, and found it amazing that tickling could render someone that helpless. I think the fact that the tickling totally incapacitated her fuels many of my tickling fantasies.
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Still more from the MTJ...
The worst tickle attack I ever saw was at a Thanksgiving party. 3 or 4 of us were sitting on a couch, when this big guy, Bill, suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl that was sitting between us. Bill pulled the girl onto his lap, and turned her upside-down. He managed to hold her in place and pin one of her hands over her head (which was pointed to the ground) with just one long arm. He then used his free hand to tickle her side, wiggling his fingers up and down her ribs and into her underarm.
What had been a quiet (and fairly boring) party was suddenly interrupted by the sound of this girls hysterical laughter. All eyes were on her as she just kept laughing harder and harder! Her face was beat red and her hair was everywhere. the girl was always sort of an ice princess, so
seeing her so...out of control was a first. Bill just kept tickling, playing her side like it was a guitar. And I had a the best view at the party! In retrospect, I wish I had joined in and maybe tickled the other side, but all I could do was watch!
Finally, after 5 minutes of her laughter (and it was delicious laughter) bouncing of the walls, Bill stopped. The ice princess, after the minute or two it took her to calm down, realized she was a mess (Hair and make-up a mess), and the center of attention. As she hurriedly tried to put
herself together, I heard her mutter "So much for quiet dignity." That was the day I learned that quiet dignity was much overrated.
The worst tickle attack I ever saw was at a Thanksgiving party. 3 or 4 of us were sitting on a couch, when this big guy, Bill, suddenly reached out and grabbed the girl that was sitting between us. Bill pulled the girl onto his lap, and turned her upside-down. He managed to hold her in place and pin one of her hands over her head (which was pointed to the ground) with just one long arm. He then used his free hand to tickle her side, wiggling his fingers up and down her ribs and into her underarm.
What had been a quiet (and fairly boring) party was suddenly interrupted by the sound of this girls hysterical laughter. All eyes were on her as she just kept laughing harder and harder! Her face was beat red and her hair was everywhere. the girl was always sort of an ice princess, so
seeing her so...out of control was a first. Bill just kept tickling, playing her side like it was a guitar. And I had a the best view at the party! In retrospect, I wish I had joined in and maybe tickled the other side, but all I could do was watch!
Finally, after 5 minutes of her laughter (and it was delicious laughter) bouncing of the walls, Bill stopped. The ice princess, after the minute or two it took her to calm down, realized she was a mess (Hair and make-up a mess), and the center of attention. As she hurriedly tried to put
herself together, I heard her mutter "So much for quiet dignity." That was the day I learned that quiet dignity was much overrated.
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In my first few years of college (only about 4-5 years ago) I had a girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend though we are still great friends) who knew of my fetish. Though it was not a great turn-on to her - she was incredibly turned on by seeing me incredibly turned on. Therefore, in a round-about way - she was into it also. We would talk in depth about it. We would "plot" to tickle her friends, etc. Now, I am more of a tickling "voyeur" I guess you could say - I would prefer watch two women than be a part of it myself. Though that is a very close second!
She had a neighbor who was 2-3 years younger than us. She was incredibly athletic, extremely cute and best of all - ungodly ticklish!!! We would tickle her here and there and would attempt to restrain her sometimes - but usually it didn't last more than a few seconds as she was very strong. We would try to figure out plans to tickle her that, more often than not, wouldn't quite work. She HATED to be tickled. But - she enjoyed tickling others. So we would "restrain" my girlfriend (who we'll call "Jewel") and let her neighbor ("tiffany") tickle her. It didn't take much to restrain my girlfriend, though as she would willingly do it for me. She just didn't want Tiffany to think we were weird so she'd pretend to be struggling.
Finally - It hit us how we could tickle the living shit out of tiffany! And we didn't have to plan it - she fucking gave it to us! She told us that her boyfriend wanted to experience with bondage. She, being only 19 at the time, was very inexperienced and was afraid. Therefore, trusting us like a brother and sister, she asked us if we could tie her down for just a minute so she could get a feel for it first before she let her boyfriend do it, whom she had only known a few weeks. We happily accepted - she had no idea we would do what we did - she thought we'd tie her down - let her see how the ropes feel - and let her go. But we couldn't pass up the opportunity.
She came directly over and my god it couldn't have been planned better! She came from the pool in a bikini! Nothing else! WOW!!! We got right to work. We tied her spread eagle to Julie's 4-post bed frame. We did it pretty tight so she could get the feel of it at first - and so she couldn't get away later! Upon being fastened down - she realized that it was a pretty scary feeling - but she was okay with it. We tightened her ankles after her wrists so we were still inches from her feet when Julie asked "How does it feel...are you OK" She replied yes. Julie then asked "Great - then how does this feel...?" as she ran one of her long, manicured nails straight down the sole of Tiffany's size 8! You should have heard it! The sound of the nail dragging down the flesh of her foot - and the scream - oh my god the scream! I still dream about it!
"NOOOOOOO - Don't you da-ha-ha-hare - Don't!" She was in hell after only one little nail drag.
Julie's reply: "But what if he wants to do this to you - don't you want to know how it feels...?" as she began softly raking all 10 nails up and down and up and down tiffany's feet. To this day - I have never come in contact with a pair of feet more ticklish than tiffany's. She begged her to stop - when she could breathe which was not very often! She screamed - when she could. But more than anything else there was no sound at all. You could hear the sound of the nails dragging on her feet - on her sides - under her arms - everywhere! My god Julie was a pro! There was silent, breathless laughter for over 11 minutes straight! No breaks - no stopping. Julie had wanted this for far too long! I know it was over 11 minutes because we were listening to "Operation: Mindcrime" by Queensryche and Julie tickled and tickled without stopping during all of Suite Sister Mary - an 11 minute song on the album. Tiffany literally could not breathe enough air to protest it. It went on and on and on - until I finally felt bad for her! I know - what a wuss, right?! But I swear I thought she was gonna die and I could not believe just how ruthless Julie was being. So she stopped after probably 15 minutes straight. STRAIGHT - no breaks no stopping. Even when she re-positioned to tickle another part of the body she would drag her nails across Tiffany's flesh rather than lift her hands. Tiffany was in tears - mostly from laughing - some from just how much she hated what was happening - so I felt bad.
But after regaining her full conciseness - We made her the deal of a lifetime. "Tiffany, we feel bad - Come on - I'll help you tie Julie down so you can get her back..." She smiled wide and happily accepted....this was one of the greatest days of my life! As cruel as Julie was - Tiffany wasn't nearly as nice...but that's a loooong story. Another time....
I swear this to be 100% true! I'll happily tell you more if you want...
In my first few years of college (only about 4-5 years ago) I had a girlfriend (now ex-girlfriend though we are still great friends) who knew of my fetish. Though it was not a great turn-on to her - she was incredibly turned on by seeing me incredibly turned on. Therefore, in a round-about way - she was into it also. We would talk in depth about it. We would "plot" to tickle her friends, etc. Now, I am more of a tickling "voyeur" I guess you could say - I would prefer watch two women than be a part of it myself. Though that is a very close second!
She had a neighbor who was 2-3 years younger than us. She was incredibly athletic, extremely cute and best of all - ungodly ticklish!!! We would tickle her here and there and would attempt to restrain her sometimes - but usually it didn't last more than a few seconds as she was very strong. We would try to figure out plans to tickle her that, more often than not, wouldn't quite work. She HATED to be tickled. But - she enjoyed tickling others. So we would "restrain" my girlfriend (who we'll call "Jewel") and let her neighbor ("tiffany") tickle her. It didn't take much to restrain my girlfriend, though as she would willingly do it for me. She just didn't want Tiffany to think we were weird so she'd pretend to be struggling.
Finally - It hit us how we could tickle the living shit out of tiffany! And we didn't have to plan it - she fucking gave it to us! She told us that her boyfriend wanted to experience with bondage. She, being only 19 at the time, was very inexperienced and was afraid. Therefore, trusting us like a brother and sister, she asked us if we could tie her down for just a minute so she could get a feel for it first before she let her boyfriend do it, whom she had only known a few weeks. We happily accepted - she had no idea we would do what we did - she thought we'd tie her down - let her see how the ropes feel - and let her go. But we couldn't pass up the opportunity.
She came directly over and my god it couldn't have been planned better! She came from the pool in a bikini! Nothing else! WOW!!! We got right to work. We tied her spread eagle to Julie's 4-post bed frame. We did it pretty tight so she could get the feel of it at first - and so she couldn't get away later! Upon being fastened down - she realized that it was a pretty scary feeling - but she was okay with it. We tightened her ankles after her wrists so we were still inches from her feet when Julie asked "How does it feel...are you OK" She replied yes. Julie then asked "Great - then how does this feel...?" as she ran one of her long, manicured nails straight down the sole of Tiffany's size 8! You should have heard it! The sound of the nail dragging down the flesh of her foot - and the scream - oh my god the scream! I still dream about it!
"NOOOOOOO - Don't you da-ha-ha-hare - Don't!" She was in hell after only one little nail drag.
Julie's reply: "But what if he wants to do this to you - don't you want to know how it feels...?" as she began softly raking all 10 nails up and down and up and down tiffany's feet. To this day - I have never come in contact with a pair of feet more ticklish than tiffany's. She begged her to stop - when she could breathe which was not very often! She screamed - when she could. But more than anything else there was no sound at all. You could hear the sound of the nails dragging on her feet - on her sides - under her arms - everywhere! My god Julie was a pro! There was silent, breathless laughter for over 11 minutes straight! No breaks - no stopping. Julie had wanted this for far too long! I know it was over 11 minutes because we were listening to "Operation: Mindcrime" by Queensryche and Julie tickled and tickled without stopping during all of Suite Sister Mary - an 11 minute song on the album. Tiffany literally could not breathe enough air to protest it. It went on and on and on - until I finally felt bad for her! I know - what a wuss, right?! But I swear I thought she was gonna die and I could not believe just how ruthless Julie was being. So she stopped after probably 15 minutes straight. STRAIGHT - no breaks no stopping. Even when she re-positioned to tickle another part of the body she would drag her nails across Tiffany's flesh rather than lift her hands. Tiffany was in tears - mostly from laughing - some from just how much she hated what was happening - so I felt bad.
But after regaining her full conciseness - We made her the deal of a lifetime. "Tiffany, we feel bad - Come on - I'll help you tie Julie down so you can get her back..." She smiled wide and happily accepted....this was one of the greatest days of my life! As cruel as Julie was - Tiffany wasn't nearly as nice...but that's a loooong story. Another time....
I swear this to be 100% true! I'll happily tell you more if you want...
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Another Readers Letter from the Morandilas's TICKLERS JOURNAL
I used to work at the softball diamonds when I was a teenager. One game between two college women's teams turned out to be a forfeit (one team showed up, one team didn't). As I was picking up the bases, I heard a familiar squeal, and turned around to see one of the female team members running away from her teammates. Her teammates chased her down and gave her the most merciless tickling I have witnessed (at least involving those in which I wasn't involved!). They pinned her down and tickled her for at least five minutes. They even pulled off her spikes and her socks to tickle her feet. When they finally let her up, she was pretty disheveled, and was embarrassed (I think) when she saw how I was staring at her.
BTW everyone needs to go check out...
Morandilas's Ticklers Retreat
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I used to work at the softball diamonds when I was a teenager. One game between two college women's teams turned out to be a forfeit (one team showed up, one team didn't). As I was picking up the bases, I heard a familiar squeal, and turned around to see one of the female team members running away from her teammates. Her teammates chased her down and gave her the most merciless tickling I have witnessed (at least involving those in which I wasn't involved!). They pinned her down and tickled her for at least five minutes. They even pulled off her spikes and her socks to tickle her feet. When they finally let her up, she was pretty disheveled, and was embarrassed (I think) when she saw how I was staring at her.
BTW everyone needs to go check out...
Morandilas's Ticklers Retreat
http://communities.msn.com/MorandilassTicklersRetreat/_whatsnew.msnw
Real tickling (unfortunately only witness)
In high school (this happened in Argentina 15 years ago)one of the most gorgeous girls was seized by four girls who tied her (back to a post)arms and anckles with their knitted scarfs. It was her birthday and her friends decided to tickle her.
I watched how they tormented her armpits and ribcage (she was wearing a shirt and skirt), when they decided to work in her feet, and I saw her beautiful creamy soles I was already dying!!!!!
Her feet were ticklish, but the ultra sensible spot were her knees.
In high school (this happened in Argentina 15 years ago)one of the most gorgeous girls was seized by four girls who tied her (back to a post)arms and anckles with their knitted scarfs. It was her birthday and her friends decided to tickle her.
I watched how they tormented her armpits and ribcage (she was wearing a shirt and skirt), when they decided to work in her feet, and I saw her beautiful creamy soles I was already dying!!!!!
Her feet were ticklish, but the ultra sensible spot were her knees.
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Thanks Diego!
Here is another from the MTJ!
FINALS WEEK
By Bella Rissa
During finals week of my freshman year of college, we theatre majors were hanging out in our theatre green room, as usual. Most of us were already done with exams and papers, but many of the sophomores still had a HORRENDOUS paper to complete, for a mind-destroying class that covered 19th and 20th century theater history.
Two of my friends, Josh and Eric, were lamenting how much more they had to do before handing in the paper that Friday. Now, both of these guys were big and tall and very strong, and both loved to tickle any girl nervy enough to tease them. (I was occasionally one of those girls, but they were too merciless to harass very often, lol ) A fellow theatre rat named Shannon was also in their class, and heard them complaining as she walked by the door. She stuck her head in just long enough to give a
superior smile and announce that her paper had been done for days, because she'd sacrificed a couple of parties over the weekend to work on it. She then said something about them 'paying for their procrastination' as she began to continue on her way.
That was a mistake. I saw the 'look' pass between them, then they both took off after her. Shannon was a cute, very thin girl with long, wavy blonde hair, and when she realized they were after her it flowed out behind her as she attempted to flee. They caught her easily, and then the tickling began. One grabbed her shoulders, the other her sandal feet, and they lowered her to the theatre floor, tickling her ribs the whole time. Shannon was one of the most ticklish girls I have ever known, and she was instantly in hysterics-they each outweighed her by at least 100 lbs. and they played with her like a rag doll. I remember how she tried to beg for mercy, but no sound would come out as they tickled her everywhere they could-her ribs and underarms were the worst targets in the tiny tank top she wore, and Josh kneeled on her arms and tortured those spots for what seemed like years, also digging into her poor neck with his fingers. Eric was meanwhile sitting with his legs across her
calves, squeezing her knees with one hand while tickling both her small soles with one of his big hands. Shannon was too weak from silent screams to really fight, but her whole body was vibrating with her agony. I remember actually feeling sorry for her, but better her than me.....
Finally, after what was about 30 minutes of no mercy tickling, a professor came by and-AFTER he observed for a good five minutes (!) asked them to let her up. They released her, and Eric was nice enough to carry her to the couch in the green room while Josh bought her a coke from the machine in the hall. Shannon was a wreck, her eyes all red from tears and her chin quivering, but she wasn't angry in the least, just really tired. We all hung around gabbing a while longer before heading
off for lunch, some of us with a very intense new memory that we would keep for years to come.
Here is another from the MTJ!
FINALS WEEK
By Bella Rissa
During finals week of my freshman year of college, we theatre majors were hanging out in our theatre green room, as usual. Most of us were already done with exams and papers, but many of the sophomores still had a HORRENDOUS paper to complete, for a mind-destroying class that covered 19th and 20th century theater history.
Two of my friends, Josh and Eric, were lamenting how much more they had to do before handing in the paper that Friday. Now, both of these guys were big and tall and very strong, and both loved to tickle any girl nervy enough to tease them. (I was occasionally one of those girls, but they were too merciless to harass very often, lol ) A fellow theatre rat named Shannon was also in their class, and heard them complaining as she walked by the door. She stuck her head in just long enough to give a
superior smile and announce that her paper had been done for days, because she'd sacrificed a couple of parties over the weekend to work on it. She then said something about them 'paying for their procrastination' as she began to continue on her way.
That was a mistake. I saw the 'look' pass between them, then they both took off after her. Shannon was a cute, very thin girl with long, wavy blonde hair, and when she realized they were after her it flowed out behind her as she attempted to flee. They caught her easily, and then the tickling began. One grabbed her shoulders, the other her sandal feet, and they lowered her to the theatre floor, tickling her ribs the whole time. Shannon was one of the most ticklish girls I have ever known, and she was instantly in hysterics-they each outweighed her by at least 100 lbs. and they played with her like a rag doll. I remember how she tried to beg for mercy, but no sound would come out as they tickled her everywhere they could-her ribs and underarms were the worst targets in the tiny tank top she wore, and Josh kneeled on her arms and tortured those spots for what seemed like years, also digging into her poor neck with his fingers. Eric was meanwhile sitting with his legs across her
calves, squeezing her knees with one hand while tickling both her small soles with one of his big hands. Shannon was too weak from silent screams to really fight, but her whole body was vibrating with her agony. I remember actually feeling sorry for her, but better her than me.....
Finally, after what was about 30 minutes of no mercy tickling, a professor came by and-AFTER he observed for a good five minutes (!) asked them to let her up. They released her, and Eric was nice enough to carry her to the couch in the green room while Josh bought her a coke from the machine in the hall. Shannon was a wreck, her eyes all red from tears and her chin quivering, but she wasn't angry in the least, just really tired. We all hung around gabbing a while longer before heading
off for lunch, some of us with a very intense new memory that we would keep for years to come.
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Well folks, I gave this thread all I have to give. It was a nice run but I am afraid it is destined to fade away into obscurity. Unless a few of you are willing to step up and give it a shot. I'll try to dig up a few more things if I see the thread get active again.
