Coruptress: please, more detail regarding your revenge! 😉 [/B][/QUOTE]
Well since you asked. It was a little over a week after the Tic-Tac-Toe incident that I was invited over to her house again. Her folks had turned the basement into a workout room with weights and a treadmill and stuff like that. Anyhow, my friend was doing Roman Chair style situps and needed me for ballast. That is to say I was to sit on her legs while she did the situps. I quickly said yes because we both worked out sans footwear (no lectures on safety please!) and I knew a chance to get even was close by.
As I changed into my leotard I took a one inch camels hair paintbrush from the pocket of my pants and kept it out of sight.
I let her start her situps while I positioned myself on her legs.
When she was well into her routine I took the brush and started stroking her soles with it. First she screamed with surprise and then exploded with laughter. The light, thin camel hairs wer devastating to her soft, senitive foot bottoms. She wiggled her feet back and forth trying to find some relief but wherever her feet moved the brush was sure to go! Up and down it went, across her wiggling toes and down to her heels and back again.
She was laughing so hard she couldn't talk but I looked back now and then. Her hair was stuck to her forehead with sweat and she was thrashing back and forth. At the height of her suffering I said "How does it feel?" This is what you did to me! Remember?"
I don't know how long I continued to tease and tickle and torture her feet but suddenly I heard a loud gasp and turned to look at her. Her eyes were bulging wide and she arched upward in orgasmic ecstasy! I was so surprised I dropped the brush. She wasn't supposed to orgasm! She was NOT supposed to enjoy this! My revenge had been spoiled! I stood up, freeing her, and kicked the brush across the room.
Later, after she had recovered, she told me what a wild time it had been. Great! Glad someone had a good time.
It turned out alright though because since we knew we had something in common now we met in her workout room on a weekly basis for mutual tickling on "friendly" terms.