bigmac_nv
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How did I become a tickle cuckold? Let me recount how my long time fetish for tickling has put me in the position of a submissive to a guy I met in a local online chat room. For those who have been around the internet long enough, Yahoo used to have chat rooms through their messenger program that could be broken out to local cities. So in a chat room for my city in Nevada, I came across the username ticklefiend_nv. I had a generic name, but my profile indicated my love of tickling too, with all the kinks that go with it, to include bondage, roleplay and foot fetish. I started off innocently enough with "I love your username! Big tickle fan myself." It took him a couple of minutes before he responded since he was checking my profile with all my tickle likes. He came back with a smiley face and the comment, "Love the profile, you and I should chat some!"
I was in my late 30s by then, and being an IT guy with lots of experience, I knew how to navigate anonymously around the internet to hide my identity and be able to chat freely with others who enjoyed tickling kink. My wife knew I enjoyed tickling, but had no idea that I talked with fellow kinksters and even met up with several over the years. Mostly men, as that seemed to be the easiest way to get real life experience. I was mostly a LER when I was young, but started experimenting with other guys tickling me and enjoyed the power exchange of giving up control and being reduced to a begging, giggling mess. I am a very masculine guy, standing 6'1, 200 pounds with a well kept size 10 1/2 wide feet. To say that friends and family would be shocked to see me being tickled into submission by another guy would be an understatement to say the least.
Jack and I chatted that afternoon for 2 hours straight, covering all aspects of our life. Jack was 45, and owned his own plumbing company. He was recently divorced and the kids were all grown and on their own. Living alone gave Jack the freedom to pursue people into tickling. He had only recently started to meet up with guys who wanted to get tickled as he was a true LER who enjoyed tickling people into hysterics. We talked about sports, politics and other stuff we both enjoyed, like hiking, golfing which I told him was a perfect way to cover why we would start hanging out. I told Jack I was looking for a friend with the tickle benefits for the past year or so, instead of just seeking out a one night tickle session that seemed to lack some of the mental pleasure that comes with a good tickle friend. He was in total agreement and stated that his meet ups with others were fun and fulfilled some of his desires, but still lacked that intense pleasure he was seeking in tickling. Jack and I decided to keep talking that night and he asked me to plan on meeting up in the next 2 weeks, so he knew I was for real in what we were both looking for. The meet up would be for both of us to see if what we were looking for was going to work. He told me he was a big guy at 6'1, but closer to 275 with a beer belly and being part Italian, he was hairy all over. You can take a look at me and chat in person, and decide if you want to be tickled by this big hairy plumber. I sent back the laughing emoji and said, "Nothing better than a burly guy tickling my super soft feet." His response was a heart with and laughing devil emoji.
We talked almost everyday for a week and set up a time to meet at a bar that was close to both of us. We both lived on the outskirts of Reno, NV, about 30 minutes or so from downtown. As we found out, we lived only 10 minutes or so from each other which turned out to be a factor in me becoming a tickle bitch to Jack. Jack and I met for lunch at a local casino pub bar, and it took us only a few minutes to get comfortable and realize we had lots in common. He was easy to talk with and I was fine with his big frame, which included big hands and size 12 feet. He wore flip flops and told me about his monthly pedicures he got since he wore steel toe boots most days. He was teasing me, making sure I got a good look at his feet, as his eyes bore into me, making me know that he was the take-charge kind of guy he described online. I did my best not to come across as submissive, but couldn't help the feeling that I was already acting that way. Jack told me much later that he knew early on in our meet up that he could feel me cowering a bit as we started to talk about our tickle likes. Meeting someone in person and talking freely about your tickling desires and kinks, is much more intense than chatting online, because you are exposed and your body language and eyes make you easier to read. Since the bar was pretty empty and the waitress was not paying attention to us, Jack "accidently" kicked off one of his flip flops, the sound of it hitting the floor was obvious, but what he did next told me he was into the play. We both looked down at the flip flop on the floor (we were on bar stools around a table) when Jack said, "Why don't you get my flip flop and put it back on my foot?" He saw the shock and surprise on my face immediately, but leaned forward and said it again. I looked around, nobody paying attention and we were in the back corner, so I got up as discreetly as I could and quickly picked up the flip flop and holding his ankle I slid the flip flop back on. I was blushing as Jack smiled at me, saying with a wry smile, "This is going to be fun Mac."
Jack was blunt with what he wanted in a tickle friend. Someone who could get into the play, whether that was roleplay type scenes, or just a good old fashion, bound to the bed and tickled or one of his favorites, wrestling around and pinning the other guy so he could tickle them in different holds. I loved all of it, and told him what I got out of getting tickled. Giving up control, embarrassed that I was a masculine guy who could get tickled into submission was a hard kink that I thought about a lot. I confessed my foot fetish and Jack quickly came back with, "I expect you to service my feet as I love to have them massaged, kissed and licked." My cock was raging and suspected he was the same, as we recounted past experiences with both men and women. He asked me about my wife, wondering if she was into it, but as I told him before, not her thing. But Jack did say, if we are going to be long time tickling friends, then I will have to meet her one day, to disguise our hanging out all the time. She won't be so nosey if she sees that I am just a regular guy and figures we are buds who enjoy each other's company. I was nervous about that and told him, but he assured me it was an easy way to establish our buddy roles, and since I would be his tickle toy for hours at a time, this was a must.
We met the following day at his house for our first session. This was going to be simple, as he wanted us to break the ice with some foot play and check out each other's tickle and foot kinks to see how we reacted. As we sat on his couch, Jack placed his barefoot in my lap and told me to massage his left foot as we talked. I was mesmerized at how soft his soles were and how well kept. His thick toes wiggled in my hands and before I knew it, I was raging, much to the delight of Jack as he knew this was a means to getting me submissive. After 15 minutes, I was invited to his workout room that held a nice large mat for working out. Strip down to your underwear Mac, as he did the same. I was nervous but excited as Jack and I talked about fun wrestling. We rolled around for a few minutes before I found myself face down with Jack pinning me down easily with his large frame. He took his time pinning one arm high over my head, which I knew he was going for an armpit attack. His large fingers danced into my left pit and I quickly squealed with laughter, struggling to bring my arm down, but it was almost impossible. His hold on me had me kicking my feet up and down as I wiggled under his body. For the next hour, Jack tossed me around the mat, taking time to put me in vulnerable holds that exposed my belly, knees and of course my sensitive feet. At one point he had my feet pinned to his chest, using his strong legs to easily keep me from escaping. His tickle skills were real as he exploited my tickle spots under my toes, tops of my feet and my soft soles. He had just enough fingernail growth to scrape my skin in hysteria. He gave me a rest, but that only meant that his big feet that were inches from my face were for me to kiss and lick at his direction.
The couple of hours of tickling and foot fun had me exhausted, but filled with lust. Jack knew this and told me he thought our time together was going to be a lifelong friendship. We clicked on so many levels of likes both kink and socially that I was convinced we were tickle soul mates. We discussed how we would go forward to include when to play and how we would keep our tickling friendship exciting. Jack told me he must meet my wife soon, just so we can establish our new friendship. I told him we have a leaky sink and could say we met playing golf and he could come over and take a look. Jack loved the idea and set that up for next weekend. I was nervous to have a tickle friend be introduced to my everyday life, as I always kept the two worlds separate, but didn't see how I could go on without agreeing to Jack's request. When I told my wife that my golf friend was a plumber and wanted to look at the sink for free, she was elated, but insisted we had to do something to thank him. I thought right away, "Well, he is already tickling me silly and I do massage and service his feet", but decided to suggest taking Jack out to lunch. Of course, my wife is very pretty, 5'11, 145 pds, green eyed beauty who played college softball on a scholarship back in her day. Her long auburn hair was shoulder length and she tanned easily, along with a beautiful smile that made her so adoring. They hit it off well, with Jack easily conversing with Julie as he quickly fixed the leak. She was in light sandals, with her toenails painted a bright orange, which contrasted nicely with her tan. I could see Jack smiling at me as he eyed her pretty size 10 feet. We all went to lunch at a local pub with Jack sitting between us, he casually put his big right foot on top of my foot, so discreetly, nobody would notice unless they came to the back of the table. Jack told me before we left the house to make sure I wore my flip flops to lunch. His hairy legs would brush up against my leg on occasion and of course his barefoot would lightly caress the top of my foot. I caught myself many times in a trance with my cock raging in my shorts, making me wonder if he was trying to embarrass me in front of my wife. Julie loved meeting Jack, telling me he was really nice and would be a great new friend for me. Needless to say, Jack was right, this was our cover for whenever we wanted to hang out, to include in his own words, "Weekend golf trips to Vegas". I couldn't believe my good fortune, but quickly found out Jack also had an alternative motive.
We played 3 more times over the next 10 days. Each one different and playing into a different theme that we had discussed online. One meet up was me servicing Jack's feet for an hour. This included a nice warm suds bath, with me licking and kissing for 20 minutes. Jack allowed me to jack off as I nibbled on his toes, which got me dizzy as I shot my load. One session I was bound tight to his guest bed, with straps holding me in place and a spreader bar holding my legs apart. Every inch was tickled to include an intense foot tickle that included an electric toothbrush that Jack used between my toes, tracing the outside of the soles and a wild scrubbing of my heels. He positioned a vibrator at the base of my balls while he tickled my pits and nipples, forcing me to cum so hard I nearly passed out. The third session was me hogtied so Jack could punish my soles with candle dripping, light spanks with a wooden spoon and of course a torture of my soles with a fork and pinwheel. He would sit in front of me and force his feet into my face. He would tell me to kiss his big toe, then force a few toes into my mouth. He would pinch my nose with his toes as I licked his soft sole. This was a more harsh session which Jack explained was needed to help establish the dom / sub relationship. I was exhausted, but also knew Jack pushed another button that I secretly desired. Jack also mentioned a desire to tickle me in front of others, kind of a public humiliation kink that he couldn't stop thinking about. I told Jack I didn't think I could do that, just too embarrassing for me and didn't feel like I could go through with it. He smiled and said we would see what we could do to make that happen one day, but there was no rush. He asked about my wife and confessed he was thinking hard about her pretty feet, and wondered how I would feel if he got a chance to tickle her? I figured it was fantasy talk and played into it. With my wife an athlete and always working out, I told him it would be right up her alley to get tickled by someone besides me. Since she is really ticklish, she would go nuts, but as I explained to him online, she was not into the tickle scene.
A couple of days later, Julie tells me she saw Jack at the school where she is the principal. He has a contract with the schools for all repairs and stopped by to see how his workers were doing. He told Julie he didn't know she worked there, which was a lie since I told him where she worked. He is such a nice guy, and funny, said you guys always have a great time when you hang out. He was so nice, I invited him over for drinks and cards this Saturday. Well that was a slick move by Jack and I figured he wanted a chance to tickle my wife if it worked out. I just couldn't think of a scenario where that would play out. Jack came over for dinner and we quickly drank down several margaritas as we enjoyed the warm spring night. We were taking turns playing cribbage and during my break I made more drinks and we were all tipsy, but I decided to get down on the carpet and stretch out my hamstring. We were all barefoot and with my right leg stretched out in front of me, and my left straight up in the air, Jack couldn't resist and said to my wife, "Look at him getting all limbered up! Just makes me want to tickle him!" Before I could react, Jack jumped up from his chair and seized my left foot under his arm, locking it in place. He smiled and asked Julie if I was ticklish, which she smiled and said, "Like a damn schoolgirl Jack ''. His fingers dug into my soft sole as I instantly thrashed to get away but it was useless as Jack had my ankle in a nice grip and slowly turned me over so I was face down with both feet pulled up behind me. He was taunting me, calling me a tickle bitch as he teased me with Cootchi Cooos. He gave play by play announcements to Julie, like "watch his toes wiggle when I do this", dragging his fingers slowly down my soles. It lasted a good 5 minutes with Jack finally letting me go. I stayed on the ground catching my breath as Jack went back to the game as if nothing happened, laughing it up with Julie. The rest of the night was a bit awkward for me as I felt humiliated by his tickle attack, but as I thought more about his boldness, my cock raged. It seemed that Julie was really enjoying his company and attention, as he would give high fives and pats on the shoulder when she won a game. I actually was feeling jealous and thought he was going on a bit too much. With all of us having lots to drink, I finally said, "Do you really have to keep giving high fives every time Julie wins Jack?" He gave me a look of surprise, but also seemed put off by my comment and Julie even said, "Take it easy hun, we're just having fun". Julie then fueled the fire by saying, "You are just sulking because you got tickled by your buddy and you couldn't stop it." She cackled with Jack and they did an obnoxious high five with each other. I got up and slurred the words, "You better not do that again Jack". He kept laughing and told me to chill out as he stood up and put a playful arm around my shoulder pulling me in close and poking me in the ribs with his index finger. As mad as I was, I doubled over as his thick finger found its mark. I tried to push his hand away, but he got me again and I squealed while stumbling to the couch. Jack could see I was not playing so he wrestled me to the ground, straddling my body and pinning my arms over my head. Julie was mad at me, telling me I was acting like a fool. Not sure what I said back to her, but I remember Jack saying, "I know how to tame your hubby, want to see me turn him into a submissive husband?" Her response was, "I would love to see it Jack!" He used his free hand to attack my exposed armpits, making me howl and struggle like a madman. I was embarrassed that I laughed like crazy and couldn't hold out as he methodically poked and fingered my sensitive pits. But even more humiliating was having this done in front of my smiling wife who seemed to be enjoying the scene.
Jack asked her if we had any kind of restraints. Julie was drunk as she left to retrieve our leather cuff restraints we kept in our bedroom. I was protesting from my pinned position but also extremely aroused. When Julie left the room, Jack taunted me by saying, "I've got you now my ticklish friend, and soon I'm going to tickle the hell out of your pretty wife." Adding in, "Don't forget all those tickle sessions I've videotaped." I loved being tickled, but didn't plan on the wife getting the same treatment and was tormented by my emotions as I fantasized endlessly about Julie being tickled by another person. The cuffs came with leash hooks (like you would use with a dog for walking), this made it easy for Jack to roll me on my back and effectively hogtie with me the cuffs. Jack wasted little time and started a slow tickle with his fingers up and down my soft soles, gripping my ankles tightly to his chest, I could barely wiggle my feet as he expertly tickled me. I was drunk and didn't care how it looked to my wife, as I howled and begged Jack to stop tickling me. The few glances I could get of my wife, had her sitting on the couch with a lustful smile as she witnessed me being tickled into hysteria. Jack taunted me as he asked Julie, "Why did you marry such a tenderfoot?" He stopped the foot tickling only to concentrate on my sides and ribs, slowly kneading them with his thick fingers making me shake with a new laughter leaving me hoarse from the forced laughter. Finally, Jack rolled me to my back, leaving me in an awkward position as Jack leaned over my knees mocking me because my cock was obviously rock hard. "Do you need a break buddy?" Jack teased as he circled my exposed navel with his thick index finger, making me squirm.
Jack was feeling good, as he tickled me into a helpless laughter, but he was also sizing up my pretty barefoot wife who seemed to be lustfully enjoying what was happening. Jack removed the ankle cuffs and left me wrist bound on the floor as he got up and sat next to Julie. He quickly pulled her feet into his lap and attached the cuffs with only a slight protest from Julie. Poor Julie, she had no idea what was coming as I secretly smiled to myself, anticipating the skillful tickling that was coming her way. My wife is extremely ticklish and can only take short bursts which she has indulged me over the years. But Jack is a true tickle torturer and relishes in tickling people into submission. Holding the connectors between the cuffs kept Julie's feet tightly together allowing Jack to examine her size 10 feet. Really well kept and flawless, her white soles and pinkish balls of her feet aroused Jack. "I hear you are just as ticklish as your hubby? Is that true?" Jack mused, as Julie attempted to pull her feet away. "Let me go Jack! Not funny!" whined Julie, but it only made Jack that much more determined to tickle torture this ticklish gal. He studied her feet as she helplessly struggled to pull her feet away, watching her feet arch, toes wiggle as she anticipated what was coming. Jack roughly pulled her feet under his right arm, and wasted no time digging his fingers into her soft soles. Julie struggled, cursed, then howled with laughter as he expertly ran his fingers from heel to toes, taking his time working the balls of each foot, relishing the cackling laughter that poured from Julie's lips.
I watched my wife slowly fall into a role I've never seen her exhibit, she was giggling and struggling, but begging in a tone that was both lustful and sexual. "Oh please Jack, you are too strong for me to break away". she purred with those eyes that seemed to beg for more. Jack sensed the power exchange with Julie, as he roughly pulled her over his lap, using one hand to hold her hands tightly behind her back. She was wearing shorts that barely covered her ass and Jack wasted little time giving Julie a few nice whacks to her muscled butt. She cried out after each whack, but instead of getting pissed, she whimpered as she seemed to grind herself into Jack's lap. I had a great view of Jack with a stern confident smile. My wife's feet were in my line of sight along with Jack's big feet only a couple of feet away from me. Jack teased Julie as he asked her, "Why did I let me tickle her husband, when she was obviously just as ticklish?" He asked this while his thick fingers worked between her inner thighs, kneading her as she struggled and squealed with a new crazy laugh. She was struggling and laughing so hard, she almost fell off Jack's lap onto the floor, but he held her close as her laughter bounced off the walls. After a couple of minutes, he let Julie rest as he slowly worked her onto the floor next to me. Well look at my good fortune he gloated, a ticklish couple at my mercy.
The moment was surreal, as Jack took his time binding Julie next to me, her resistance was minimal and seemed to me that she was giving into the moment, our eyes met and it told me instantly that she was giving into the play with no idea where this was going. I think if Julie understood that I had already been at Jack's mercy multiple times, she wouldn't have allowed this to happen. But here we are, bound next to each other, my hands were bound behind my back, Julie was now hogtied with soft rope, her pretty feet wiggling helplessly behind her. Jack taunted her verbally which he knew was driving me insane with lust, as we fantasy talked this many times online and in person, and now real life has made the moment an erotic lust filled adventure. Julie pleaded with me to make him stop, but I kept quiet as Jack tied her big toes together with some yarn, then scraped his fingers lightly up and down her soles. Her laughter and struggles erupted instantly as she played the ticklish victim perfectly as we both expected it would happen. I knew Jack's plan as we played "what if" many times when we were together, using my insight to her ticklish spots as the perfect weapon to break her. I remember explaining the technique of gripping just above her knees with the inside portion the most ticklish, and now I witnessed Jack exposing this spot making my poor wife howl and scream like a mad woman.
Jack was in a zone and his demeanor was that of a dominant man who was in his element. He eyed me and asked me with a firm tone, "You enjoying this buddy? Should I stop, or continue tickling the hell out of both of you?" Julie was panting, catching her breath and senses and was not looking at me. I smiled, winked, then said, "You better let us go Jack. This has gone far enough!" He took his time to crawl over to me, rolled me to my back, then straddled my waist. I was embarrassed at my raging cock, which Jack ignored as he took his time slowly kneading his fingers slowly up my ribs. He started at the lowest ribs, then artfully worked his way up, teasing me about my hard on. I stifled my giggle but for only a minute, then his fingers found the right rib and I lost it, struggling under his weight, I howled with a hardy laughter, my head rolling from side to side. As I laughed like a wild man, Jack asked Julie if he should stop and start tickling her. I caught a glimpse of Julie as she submissively looked on, she was timid, a bit scared of Jack turning the tickling back to her. Jack had his hands up my shirt now, teasing my nipples with light circles and pinches, making me moan and groan with incredible embarrassing pleasure. I knew what I had to do, I begged Jack to tickle Julie.
Jack let us rest as he retrieved his "tool bag" from his truck. Julie asked innocently, "Is he going to tickle us to death?" Her voice was raspy horny and being bound next to her husband was a secret turn on from our early college adventures. Julie and I had dabbled in bondage play early on, but we were both inexperienced in making it more erotic. Now as I remembered our pillow fantasy talks, I surmised the tight bondage had hit an erotic nerve for Julie. Jack came prepared for anything and I knew the bag contained all sorts of tickle torture tools. Wasting no time, Jack pulled out some stiff feathers and teased Julie's wiggling feet. He was taking pictures from different angles as her toes scrunched, or flex leaving her long soles stretched out. I knew he would post them on the internet at some point. The teasing soon turned into a full torture as Jack used the point end of the feathers to test the foot sensitivity. She was in trouble as he guided the feathers over every inch of her soles, listening to her howl as her body struggled in helpless wiggles.
We were tormented for the next 30 minutes, with brushes, electric toothbrushes, ice cubes and of course his dreaded fingers. He could tell we were both tickled out, but couldn't resist the chance to break out the small vibrators he used as his breaking tool. Julie was in tickle lust. Turned on by the tight bondage, the alcohol buzz and the masculine man who was dominating her in front of her husband. She squirmed when he turned on the device. "Oh please Jack, Noooo" she cooed as her hips gyrated. Rolling Julie to her back he leaned across her legs and let the vibrator circle her flat stomach. She whimpered in frustration as he slowly moved the vibrator closer to her clit, only to slowly pull it away as he smiled down at his captive. Jack was taunting Julie asking her how bad she wanted to cum, as she grinded her body against his leaning frame. Finally the vibrating machine found its mark and she moaned like an animal in heat. It took no time and she was ferociously screaming with a sweaty gleaming face, yelling out, "Fuck yeah!"
Julie seemed to pass out from the moment and Jack smiled at me with a wink. He untied us both, leaving Julie on the floor as she snoozed. Jack and I went to the garage to smoke some weed and recant what happened. He wanted to make sure we were cool and even though I was a bit put off by what happened, I readily admitted it was a fantasy come true. We talked for an hour smoking and drinking when Julie came out to the garage, gave me a hug and a deep kiss, thanking me for a wonderful time. She turned to Jack and I thought at first she was mad, but then she smiled a bit and raised her hand for a high five, before turning around and saying, "I'm exhausted and going to bed, don't stay up to late boys."
Jack and I talked it out that night, agreeing to continue our discreet tickle relationship but also talked about the possibility of a captive tickled couple. Needless to say, it has been an incredible year that Julie and I are often at the hands of our dominant skilled tickler. In fact, just last week Jack talked about a gal friend he met online who wanted to help him out sometime with the ticklish couple he dominated from time to time. I wonder what they are cooking up.
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I was in my late 30s by then, and being an IT guy with lots of experience, I knew how to navigate anonymously around the internet to hide my identity and be able to chat freely with others who enjoyed tickling kink. My wife knew I enjoyed tickling, but had no idea that I talked with fellow kinksters and even met up with several over the years. Mostly men, as that seemed to be the easiest way to get real life experience. I was mostly a LER when I was young, but started experimenting with other guys tickling me and enjoyed the power exchange of giving up control and being reduced to a begging, giggling mess. I am a very masculine guy, standing 6'1, 200 pounds with a well kept size 10 1/2 wide feet. To say that friends and family would be shocked to see me being tickled into submission by another guy would be an understatement to say the least.
Jack and I chatted that afternoon for 2 hours straight, covering all aspects of our life. Jack was 45, and owned his own plumbing company. He was recently divorced and the kids were all grown and on their own. Living alone gave Jack the freedom to pursue people into tickling. He had only recently started to meet up with guys who wanted to get tickled as he was a true LER who enjoyed tickling people into hysterics. We talked about sports, politics and other stuff we both enjoyed, like hiking, golfing which I told him was a perfect way to cover why we would start hanging out. I told Jack I was looking for a friend with the tickle benefits for the past year or so, instead of just seeking out a one night tickle session that seemed to lack some of the mental pleasure that comes with a good tickle friend. He was in total agreement and stated that his meet ups with others were fun and fulfilled some of his desires, but still lacked that intense pleasure he was seeking in tickling. Jack and I decided to keep talking that night and he asked me to plan on meeting up in the next 2 weeks, so he knew I was for real in what we were both looking for. The meet up would be for both of us to see if what we were looking for was going to work. He told me he was a big guy at 6'1, but closer to 275 with a beer belly and being part Italian, he was hairy all over. You can take a look at me and chat in person, and decide if you want to be tickled by this big hairy plumber. I sent back the laughing emoji and said, "Nothing better than a burly guy tickling my super soft feet." His response was a heart with and laughing devil emoji.
We talked almost everyday for a week and set up a time to meet at a bar that was close to both of us. We both lived on the outskirts of Reno, NV, about 30 minutes or so from downtown. As we found out, we lived only 10 minutes or so from each other which turned out to be a factor in me becoming a tickle bitch to Jack. Jack and I met for lunch at a local casino pub bar, and it took us only a few minutes to get comfortable and realize we had lots in common. He was easy to talk with and I was fine with his big frame, which included big hands and size 12 feet. He wore flip flops and told me about his monthly pedicures he got since he wore steel toe boots most days. He was teasing me, making sure I got a good look at his feet, as his eyes bore into me, making me know that he was the take-charge kind of guy he described online. I did my best not to come across as submissive, but couldn't help the feeling that I was already acting that way. Jack told me much later that he knew early on in our meet up that he could feel me cowering a bit as we started to talk about our tickle likes. Meeting someone in person and talking freely about your tickling desires and kinks, is much more intense than chatting online, because you are exposed and your body language and eyes make you easier to read. Since the bar was pretty empty and the waitress was not paying attention to us, Jack "accidently" kicked off one of his flip flops, the sound of it hitting the floor was obvious, but what he did next told me he was into the play. We both looked down at the flip flop on the floor (we were on bar stools around a table) when Jack said, "Why don't you get my flip flop and put it back on my foot?" He saw the shock and surprise on my face immediately, but leaned forward and said it again. I looked around, nobody paying attention and we were in the back corner, so I got up as discreetly as I could and quickly picked up the flip flop and holding his ankle I slid the flip flop back on. I was blushing as Jack smiled at me, saying with a wry smile, "This is going to be fun Mac."
Jack was blunt with what he wanted in a tickle friend. Someone who could get into the play, whether that was roleplay type scenes, or just a good old fashion, bound to the bed and tickled or one of his favorites, wrestling around and pinning the other guy so he could tickle them in different holds. I loved all of it, and told him what I got out of getting tickled. Giving up control, embarrassed that I was a masculine guy who could get tickled into submission was a hard kink that I thought about a lot. I confessed my foot fetish and Jack quickly came back with, "I expect you to service my feet as I love to have them massaged, kissed and licked." My cock was raging and suspected he was the same, as we recounted past experiences with both men and women. He asked me about my wife, wondering if she was into it, but as I told him before, not her thing. But Jack did say, if we are going to be long time tickling friends, then I will have to meet her one day, to disguise our hanging out all the time. She won't be so nosey if she sees that I am just a regular guy and figures we are buds who enjoy each other's company. I was nervous about that and told him, but he assured me it was an easy way to establish our buddy roles, and since I would be his tickle toy for hours at a time, this was a must.
We met the following day at his house for our first session. This was going to be simple, as he wanted us to break the ice with some foot play and check out each other's tickle and foot kinks to see how we reacted. As we sat on his couch, Jack placed his barefoot in my lap and told me to massage his left foot as we talked. I was mesmerized at how soft his soles were and how well kept. His thick toes wiggled in my hands and before I knew it, I was raging, much to the delight of Jack as he knew this was a means to getting me submissive. After 15 minutes, I was invited to his workout room that held a nice large mat for working out. Strip down to your underwear Mac, as he did the same. I was nervous but excited as Jack and I talked about fun wrestling. We rolled around for a few minutes before I found myself face down with Jack pinning me down easily with his large frame. He took his time pinning one arm high over my head, which I knew he was going for an armpit attack. His large fingers danced into my left pit and I quickly squealed with laughter, struggling to bring my arm down, but it was almost impossible. His hold on me had me kicking my feet up and down as I wiggled under his body. For the next hour, Jack tossed me around the mat, taking time to put me in vulnerable holds that exposed my belly, knees and of course my sensitive feet. At one point he had my feet pinned to his chest, using his strong legs to easily keep me from escaping. His tickle skills were real as he exploited my tickle spots under my toes, tops of my feet and my soft soles. He had just enough fingernail growth to scrape my skin in hysteria. He gave me a rest, but that only meant that his big feet that were inches from my face were for me to kiss and lick at his direction.
The couple of hours of tickling and foot fun had me exhausted, but filled with lust. Jack knew this and told me he thought our time together was going to be a lifelong friendship. We clicked on so many levels of likes both kink and socially that I was convinced we were tickle soul mates. We discussed how we would go forward to include when to play and how we would keep our tickling friendship exciting. Jack told me he must meet my wife soon, just so we can establish our new friendship. I told him we have a leaky sink and could say we met playing golf and he could come over and take a look. Jack loved the idea and set that up for next weekend. I was nervous to have a tickle friend be introduced to my everyday life, as I always kept the two worlds separate, but didn't see how I could go on without agreeing to Jack's request. When I told my wife that my golf friend was a plumber and wanted to look at the sink for free, she was elated, but insisted we had to do something to thank him. I thought right away, "Well, he is already tickling me silly and I do massage and service his feet", but decided to suggest taking Jack out to lunch. Of course, my wife is very pretty, 5'11, 145 pds, green eyed beauty who played college softball on a scholarship back in her day. Her long auburn hair was shoulder length and she tanned easily, along with a beautiful smile that made her so adoring. They hit it off well, with Jack easily conversing with Julie as he quickly fixed the leak. She was in light sandals, with her toenails painted a bright orange, which contrasted nicely with her tan. I could see Jack smiling at me as he eyed her pretty size 10 feet. We all went to lunch at a local pub with Jack sitting between us, he casually put his big right foot on top of my foot, so discreetly, nobody would notice unless they came to the back of the table. Jack told me before we left the house to make sure I wore my flip flops to lunch. His hairy legs would brush up against my leg on occasion and of course his barefoot would lightly caress the top of my foot. I caught myself many times in a trance with my cock raging in my shorts, making me wonder if he was trying to embarrass me in front of my wife. Julie loved meeting Jack, telling me he was really nice and would be a great new friend for me. Needless to say, Jack was right, this was our cover for whenever we wanted to hang out, to include in his own words, "Weekend golf trips to Vegas". I couldn't believe my good fortune, but quickly found out Jack also had an alternative motive.
We played 3 more times over the next 10 days. Each one different and playing into a different theme that we had discussed online. One meet up was me servicing Jack's feet for an hour. This included a nice warm suds bath, with me licking and kissing for 20 minutes. Jack allowed me to jack off as I nibbled on his toes, which got me dizzy as I shot my load. One session I was bound tight to his guest bed, with straps holding me in place and a spreader bar holding my legs apart. Every inch was tickled to include an intense foot tickle that included an electric toothbrush that Jack used between my toes, tracing the outside of the soles and a wild scrubbing of my heels. He positioned a vibrator at the base of my balls while he tickled my pits and nipples, forcing me to cum so hard I nearly passed out. The third session was me hogtied so Jack could punish my soles with candle dripping, light spanks with a wooden spoon and of course a torture of my soles with a fork and pinwheel. He would sit in front of me and force his feet into my face. He would tell me to kiss his big toe, then force a few toes into my mouth. He would pinch my nose with his toes as I licked his soft sole. This was a more harsh session which Jack explained was needed to help establish the dom / sub relationship. I was exhausted, but also knew Jack pushed another button that I secretly desired. Jack also mentioned a desire to tickle me in front of others, kind of a public humiliation kink that he couldn't stop thinking about. I told Jack I didn't think I could do that, just too embarrassing for me and didn't feel like I could go through with it. He smiled and said we would see what we could do to make that happen one day, but there was no rush. He asked about my wife and confessed he was thinking hard about her pretty feet, and wondered how I would feel if he got a chance to tickle her? I figured it was fantasy talk and played into it. With my wife an athlete and always working out, I told him it would be right up her alley to get tickled by someone besides me. Since she is really ticklish, she would go nuts, but as I explained to him online, she was not into the tickle scene.
A couple of days later, Julie tells me she saw Jack at the school where she is the principal. He has a contract with the schools for all repairs and stopped by to see how his workers were doing. He told Julie he didn't know she worked there, which was a lie since I told him where she worked. He is such a nice guy, and funny, said you guys always have a great time when you hang out. He was so nice, I invited him over for drinks and cards this Saturday. Well that was a slick move by Jack and I figured he wanted a chance to tickle my wife if it worked out. I just couldn't think of a scenario where that would play out. Jack came over for dinner and we quickly drank down several margaritas as we enjoyed the warm spring night. We were taking turns playing cribbage and during my break I made more drinks and we were all tipsy, but I decided to get down on the carpet and stretch out my hamstring. We were all barefoot and with my right leg stretched out in front of me, and my left straight up in the air, Jack couldn't resist and said to my wife, "Look at him getting all limbered up! Just makes me want to tickle him!" Before I could react, Jack jumped up from his chair and seized my left foot under his arm, locking it in place. He smiled and asked Julie if I was ticklish, which she smiled and said, "Like a damn schoolgirl Jack ''. His fingers dug into my soft sole as I instantly thrashed to get away but it was useless as Jack had my ankle in a nice grip and slowly turned me over so I was face down with both feet pulled up behind me. He was taunting me, calling me a tickle bitch as he teased me with Cootchi Cooos. He gave play by play announcements to Julie, like "watch his toes wiggle when I do this", dragging his fingers slowly down my soles. It lasted a good 5 minutes with Jack finally letting me go. I stayed on the ground catching my breath as Jack went back to the game as if nothing happened, laughing it up with Julie. The rest of the night was a bit awkward for me as I felt humiliated by his tickle attack, but as I thought more about his boldness, my cock raged. It seemed that Julie was really enjoying his company and attention, as he would give high fives and pats on the shoulder when she won a game. I actually was feeling jealous and thought he was going on a bit too much. With all of us having lots to drink, I finally said, "Do you really have to keep giving high fives every time Julie wins Jack?" He gave me a look of surprise, but also seemed put off by my comment and Julie even said, "Take it easy hun, we're just having fun". Julie then fueled the fire by saying, "You are just sulking because you got tickled by your buddy and you couldn't stop it." She cackled with Jack and they did an obnoxious high five with each other. I got up and slurred the words, "You better not do that again Jack". He kept laughing and told me to chill out as he stood up and put a playful arm around my shoulder pulling me in close and poking me in the ribs with his index finger. As mad as I was, I doubled over as his thick finger found its mark. I tried to push his hand away, but he got me again and I squealed while stumbling to the couch. Jack could see I was not playing so he wrestled me to the ground, straddling my body and pinning my arms over my head. Julie was mad at me, telling me I was acting like a fool. Not sure what I said back to her, but I remember Jack saying, "I know how to tame your hubby, want to see me turn him into a submissive husband?" Her response was, "I would love to see it Jack!" He used his free hand to attack my exposed armpits, making me howl and struggle like a madman. I was embarrassed that I laughed like crazy and couldn't hold out as he methodically poked and fingered my sensitive pits. But even more humiliating was having this done in front of my smiling wife who seemed to be enjoying the scene.
Jack asked her if we had any kind of restraints. Julie was drunk as she left to retrieve our leather cuff restraints we kept in our bedroom. I was protesting from my pinned position but also extremely aroused. When Julie left the room, Jack taunted me by saying, "I've got you now my ticklish friend, and soon I'm going to tickle the hell out of your pretty wife." Adding in, "Don't forget all those tickle sessions I've videotaped." I loved being tickled, but didn't plan on the wife getting the same treatment and was tormented by my emotions as I fantasized endlessly about Julie being tickled by another person. The cuffs came with leash hooks (like you would use with a dog for walking), this made it easy for Jack to roll me on my back and effectively hogtie with me the cuffs. Jack wasted little time and started a slow tickle with his fingers up and down my soft soles, gripping my ankles tightly to his chest, I could barely wiggle my feet as he expertly tickled me. I was drunk and didn't care how it looked to my wife, as I howled and begged Jack to stop tickling me. The few glances I could get of my wife, had her sitting on the couch with a lustful smile as she witnessed me being tickled into hysteria. Jack taunted me as he asked Julie, "Why did you marry such a tenderfoot?" He stopped the foot tickling only to concentrate on my sides and ribs, slowly kneading them with his thick fingers making me shake with a new laughter leaving me hoarse from the forced laughter. Finally, Jack rolled me to my back, leaving me in an awkward position as Jack leaned over my knees mocking me because my cock was obviously rock hard. "Do you need a break buddy?" Jack teased as he circled my exposed navel with his thick index finger, making me squirm.
Jack was feeling good, as he tickled me into a helpless laughter, but he was also sizing up my pretty barefoot wife who seemed to be lustfully enjoying what was happening. Jack removed the ankle cuffs and left me wrist bound on the floor as he got up and sat next to Julie. He quickly pulled her feet into his lap and attached the cuffs with only a slight protest from Julie. Poor Julie, she had no idea what was coming as I secretly smiled to myself, anticipating the skillful tickling that was coming her way. My wife is extremely ticklish and can only take short bursts which she has indulged me over the years. But Jack is a true tickle torturer and relishes in tickling people into submission. Holding the connectors between the cuffs kept Julie's feet tightly together allowing Jack to examine her size 10 feet. Really well kept and flawless, her white soles and pinkish balls of her feet aroused Jack. "I hear you are just as ticklish as your hubby? Is that true?" Jack mused, as Julie attempted to pull her feet away. "Let me go Jack! Not funny!" whined Julie, but it only made Jack that much more determined to tickle torture this ticklish gal. He studied her feet as she helplessly struggled to pull her feet away, watching her feet arch, toes wiggle as she anticipated what was coming. Jack roughly pulled her feet under his right arm, and wasted no time digging his fingers into her soft soles. Julie struggled, cursed, then howled with laughter as he expertly ran his fingers from heel to toes, taking his time working the balls of each foot, relishing the cackling laughter that poured from Julie's lips.
I watched my wife slowly fall into a role I've never seen her exhibit, she was giggling and struggling, but begging in a tone that was both lustful and sexual. "Oh please Jack, you are too strong for me to break away". she purred with those eyes that seemed to beg for more. Jack sensed the power exchange with Julie, as he roughly pulled her over his lap, using one hand to hold her hands tightly behind her back. She was wearing shorts that barely covered her ass and Jack wasted little time giving Julie a few nice whacks to her muscled butt. She cried out after each whack, but instead of getting pissed, she whimpered as she seemed to grind herself into Jack's lap. I had a great view of Jack with a stern confident smile. My wife's feet were in my line of sight along with Jack's big feet only a couple of feet away from me. Jack teased Julie as he asked her, "Why did I let me tickle her husband, when she was obviously just as ticklish?" He asked this while his thick fingers worked between her inner thighs, kneading her as she struggled and squealed with a new crazy laugh. She was struggling and laughing so hard, she almost fell off Jack's lap onto the floor, but he held her close as her laughter bounced off the walls. After a couple of minutes, he let Julie rest as he slowly worked her onto the floor next to me. Well look at my good fortune he gloated, a ticklish couple at my mercy.
The moment was surreal, as Jack took his time binding Julie next to me, her resistance was minimal and seemed to me that she was giving into the moment, our eyes met and it told me instantly that she was giving into the play with no idea where this was going. I think if Julie understood that I had already been at Jack's mercy multiple times, she wouldn't have allowed this to happen. But here we are, bound next to each other, my hands were bound behind my back, Julie was now hogtied with soft rope, her pretty feet wiggling helplessly behind her. Jack taunted her verbally which he knew was driving me insane with lust, as we fantasy talked this many times online and in person, and now real life has made the moment an erotic lust filled adventure. Julie pleaded with me to make him stop, but I kept quiet as Jack tied her big toes together with some yarn, then scraped his fingers lightly up and down her soles. Her laughter and struggles erupted instantly as she played the ticklish victim perfectly as we both expected it would happen. I knew Jack's plan as we played "what if" many times when we were together, using my insight to her ticklish spots as the perfect weapon to break her. I remember explaining the technique of gripping just above her knees with the inside portion the most ticklish, and now I witnessed Jack exposing this spot making my poor wife howl and scream like a mad woman.
Jack was in a zone and his demeanor was that of a dominant man who was in his element. He eyed me and asked me with a firm tone, "You enjoying this buddy? Should I stop, or continue tickling the hell out of both of you?" Julie was panting, catching her breath and senses and was not looking at me. I smiled, winked, then said, "You better let us go Jack. This has gone far enough!" He took his time to crawl over to me, rolled me to my back, then straddled my waist. I was embarrassed at my raging cock, which Jack ignored as he took his time slowly kneading his fingers slowly up my ribs. He started at the lowest ribs, then artfully worked his way up, teasing me about my hard on. I stifled my giggle but for only a minute, then his fingers found the right rib and I lost it, struggling under his weight, I howled with a hardy laughter, my head rolling from side to side. As I laughed like a wild man, Jack asked Julie if he should stop and start tickling her. I caught a glimpse of Julie as she submissively looked on, she was timid, a bit scared of Jack turning the tickling back to her. Jack had his hands up my shirt now, teasing my nipples with light circles and pinches, making me moan and groan with incredible embarrassing pleasure. I knew what I had to do, I begged Jack to tickle Julie.
Jack let us rest as he retrieved his "tool bag" from his truck. Julie asked innocently, "Is he going to tickle us to death?" Her voice was raspy horny and being bound next to her husband was a secret turn on from our early college adventures. Julie and I had dabbled in bondage play early on, but we were both inexperienced in making it more erotic. Now as I remembered our pillow fantasy talks, I surmised the tight bondage had hit an erotic nerve for Julie. Jack came prepared for anything and I knew the bag contained all sorts of tickle torture tools. Wasting no time, Jack pulled out some stiff feathers and teased Julie's wiggling feet. He was taking pictures from different angles as her toes scrunched, or flex leaving her long soles stretched out. I knew he would post them on the internet at some point. The teasing soon turned into a full torture as Jack used the point end of the feathers to test the foot sensitivity. She was in trouble as he guided the feathers over every inch of her soles, listening to her howl as her body struggled in helpless wiggles.
We were tormented for the next 30 minutes, with brushes, electric toothbrushes, ice cubes and of course his dreaded fingers. He could tell we were both tickled out, but couldn't resist the chance to break out the small vibrators he used as his breaking tool. Julie was in tickle lust. Turned on by the tight bondage, the alcohol buzz and the masculine man who was dominating her in front of her husband. She squirmed when he turned on the device. "Oh please Jack, Noooo" she cooed as her hips gyrated. Rolling Julie to her back he leaned across her legs and let the vibrator circle her flat stomach. She whimpered in frustration as he slowly moved the vibrator closer to her clit, only to slowly pull it away as he smiled down at his captive. Jack was taunting Julie asking her how bad she wanted to cum, as she grinded her body against his leaning frame. Finally the vibrating machine found its mark and she moaned like an animal in heat. It took no time and she was ferociously screaming with a sweaty gleaming face, yelling out, "Fuck yeah!"
Julie seemed to pass out from the moment and Jack smiled at me with a wink. He untied us both, leaving Julie on the floor as she snoozed. Jack and I went to the garage to smoke some weed and recant what happened. He wanted to make sure we were cool and even though I was a bit put off by what happened, I readily admitted it was a fantasy come true. We talked for an hour smoking and drinking when Julie came out to the garage, gave me a hug and a deep kiss, thanking me for a wonderful time. She turned to Jack and I thought at first she was mad, but then she smiled a bit and raised her hand for a high five, before turning around and saying, "I'm exhausted and going to bed, don't stay up to late boys."
Jack and I talked it out that night, agreeing to continue our discreet tickle relationship but also talked about the possibility of a captive tickled couple. Needless to say, it has been an incredible year that Julie and I are often at the hands of our dominant skilled tickler. In fact, just last week Jack talked about a gal friend he met online who wanted to help him out sometime with the ticklish couple he dominated from time to time. I wonder what they are cooking up.
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