Well, I'm sure many of you have read the story I posted with AJ's mother. This is a story with his sister, and I assure you, it's nothing as extreme as that. Im not surprised some of you didn't believe me on that one. Anyway, I'll give you the background on her.
She had brown hair, was fairly short, she's about 2 years younger than me, and she's so ticklish that she can't stand being tickled for more than a few seconds before she absolutely loses it. And, as shown in this story, I used it to my advantage.
I'd been working on this plan a while, and it was fool proof. I'd used this same technique before, and I knew it'd work with her. I've probably posted the story of that somewhere in this section, but I'll explain anyway. What I would do is tell girls (girls that I knew were exeptionally ticklish) that I could take their ticklishness away, but only if they did exactly as I said. I told them, the only way to stop being ticklish is to be tickled so much that you stop feeling it (I never gave them explaination, and they never asked. I was a pretty trustworthy guy, so they believed me).
Anyway, one day, I presented the same oppertunity to AJ's sister, Paula. To my amazement, she didn't even think about it before saying she'd do anything. I told her to put her feet in my lap. She obeyed. I slowly took off her shoes and socks, and she giggled the whole time, softly. I ran a finger up her foot and she screamed. I told her to roll over, and reluctantly, she did. I began using all five fingers of one of my hands to tickle her foot, and she began bucking and hystarically laughing almost instantly. I told her to keep still or I couldn't do it. She tried as best as she could to not move, but she could do no more than keep from bucking. She still squirmed like mad, but it wasn't hard to keep going. After a while, I stopped, and told her that after 5 minutes, I'd try again, and see how much it tickled her.
She went and got some water, and I just waited. After the 5 minutes (or so, I didn't keep track) was up, she came back, and set her feet in my lap. I tickled her, and actually, to my surprise, it didn't tickle her as much. Astonished by how my method was actually working on her, I wondered how. Anyway, she was delighted, and in return, she let me tickle her as long as I wanted, thinking the longer she let me, the faster it would go away. I worked through different techniques, did everything I had worked up in my skill of tickling, and every once in a while, gave her breaks. By the end of my visit to AJ's house, she was considerabely less ticklish, and even I was surprised. She gave me thanks, and I left for home.
The next day, I came back, and Paula told me to tickle her, seeing if it really worked. However, when I tickled her this time, she screamed in hystarics almost right away, just like when I had started. She was disappointed, and I told her that I had no idea what went wrong, because usually it works. She let me do the same as the day before, but after I came back the next day, and still it had not changed for good, she gave up.
I still wonder to this day what exactly happened, but my best guess is that it was a short term mentality that set in.
This event started something huge in my childhood, but I'll save that for part 2...
She had brown hair, was fairly short, she's about 2 years younger than me, and she's so ticklish that she can't stand being tickled for more than a few seconds before she absolutely loses it. And, as shown in this story, I used it to my advantage.
I'd been working on this plan a while, and it was fool proof. I'd used this same technique before, and I knew it'd work with her. I've probably posted the story of that somewhere in this section, but I'll explain anyway. What I would do is tell girls (girls that I knew were exeptionally ticklish) that I could take their ticklishness away, but only if they did exactly as I said. I told them, the only way to stop being ticklish is to be tickled so much that you stop feeling it (I never gave them explaination, and they never asked. I was a pretty trustworthy guy, so they believed me).
Anyway, one day, I presented the same oppertunity to AJ's sister, Paula. To my amazement, she didn't even think about it before saying she'd do anything. I told her to put her feet in my lap. She obeyed. I slowly took off her shoes and socks, and she giggled the whole time, softly. I ran a finger up her foot and she screamed. I told her to roll over, and reluctantly, she did. I began using all five fingers of one of my hands to tickle her foot, and she began bucking and hystarically laughing almost instantly. I told her to keep still or I couldn't do it. She tried as best as she could to not move, but she could do no more than keep from bucking. She still squirmed like mad, but it wasn't hard to keep going. After a while, I stopped, and told her that after 5 minutes, I'd try again, and see how much it tickled her.
She went and got some water, and I just waited. After the 5 minutes (or so, I didn't keep track) was up, she came back, and set her feet in my lap. I tickled her, and actually, to my surprise, it didn't tickle her as much. Astonished by how my method was actually working on her, I wondered how. Anyway, she was delighted, and in return, she let me tickle her as long as I wanted, thinking the longer she let me, the faster it would go away. I worked through different techniques, did everything I had worked up in my skill of tickling, and every once in a while, gave her breaks. By the end of my visit to AJ's house, she was considerabely less ticklish, and even I was surprised. She gave me thanks, and I left for home.
The next day, I came back, and Paula told me to tickle her, seeing if it really worked. However, when I tickled her this time, she screamed in hystarics almost right away, just like when I had started. She was disappointed, and I told her that I had no idea what went wrong, because usually it works. She let me do the same as the day before, but after I came back the next day, and still it had not changed for good, she gave up.
I still wonder to this day what exactly happened, but my best guess is that it was a short term mentality that set in.
This event started something huge in my childhood, but I'll save that for part 2...
