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My Ticklish Step Mom Day 1 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-1-1100615826
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 2 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-2-1102069691
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 3 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-3-1104612175
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 4 - https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-ticklish-step-mom-day-4-m-f-feet.445924/#post-5846597
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 5
Yesterday I'd tickled my "Step Mom" Julie, more than I'd tickled her before. At first she would protest, but seemed to be accepting of it more and more as each day passed. Dare I say that she was even enjoying herself? Just little signs, like her smiling afterwards, teasing me with her feet while laying on the couch. I thought maybe I was reading it wrong, yet today she gave me more signs that she was enjoying being tickled by me. I didn't know what to think of it.
So for example, Julie had stayed over and in the morning had made breakfast for me and my dad. Which I didn't complain at. My dad seemed super happy this morning and even though he had to head out again for a few hours, he was looking forward to more family time in the evening. We had a movie planned and my dad said he would pick up some popcorn on the way home. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that as soon as he left, Julie told me that she better go to my room again for a repeat of yesterday.
Before I could even say anything, she was in my room waiting with her lotion and hairbrush. If that didn't tell me she was suddenly enjoying her tickle torture, I didn't know what would. I finish my coffee and set out the belt and cords again, blanket on top. Julie, who is already bare foot, white painted toe nails on show and in silky cream pajamas, laid herself down and was ready to be rolled up again.
I roll her up and tie the cords, buckle the belts and straddle her ankles ready. Both her upturned pampered soft soles were scrunching and splaying, as if awaiting some tickly attention. Julie asks what I'm waiting for and I just dig into both sensitive soles at once. Causing her to thrash inside the blanket and flail her feet as she bursts into hysteria.
Just like yesterday, she had no way to free herself from inside her blanket wrapped predicament and it kept her snuggly restrained and secured. Leaving me free to use both hands on her vulnerable pampered soles. As my nails scratched down her soles, Julie was in constant hysterical laughter. It didn't matter where on her soles I tickled, they were soft and super sensitive all over and that was her one true weakness to take advantage of. She had no way to protect her feet from my nails, even when she clenched her toes and filled her soles with waves of wrinkles, it didn't offer any relief at all.
"Oh dear! Are your feet ticklish Step Mom?" I'd tease, knowing they were extremely sensitive and she was too busy laughing to answer. I'm not even sure she could focus on what I was saying as my nails danced across the sea of wrinkles on her soles. Only able to focus on the tickle torture upon her feet. Making it all so more torturous for her.
I wanted to really get her going, so I squirted lotion all over her upturned soles one at a time, while my fingers tickle massaged it into ticklish sole. Julie could only squeal and squeak beside her hysterical laughter got even louder. Like music to my ears, making it easier to keep on going. Hearing her suffering. It needed to keep on going longer and have her no respite from it.
As I kept on the torment, there was only one more thing left to do. Which was use the hairbrush on her feet. The same brush that had her going wild the previous day. Paired best with lots of lotion, her feet couldn't handle the overwhelming sensations being given to them. What made it more fun, was that Julie had picked these both up yesterday, with a different purpose in mind. Yet here they were adding to her ticklish demise. I wonder if she would still have bought them if she new they would he used like this?
As both her upturned soles lay there in front if me, perfectly lubricated with the lotion, I picked up the hairbrush and moved it closer to them. Julie was already laughing hard and squealing, yet as soon as the bristles of the brush touched her sole, her body tried to thrash free and she screeched so loud the whole house was filled with her hysterics. Which didn't let up as I continued to brush both her sensitive lotion covered soles non stop. Unable to free herself from her bondage, even though she was trying her best to, it meant I could keep up the brushing her feet deserved, without anything to stop me.
I teased my "Step Mom" that her gifts were being put to good use and that I'm glad she got them for our fun times together. Unable to even form a sentence, she could only keep squealing and squeaking, high pitched hysterical laughter escaping her mouth each time her soles were brushed. This also raised the question, what else could be used to tickle her? Certainly something to look into but right now, my fingers and the brush were already tickling her plentiful.
As I brushed one lotioned up sole, it would wrinkle up and cause her toes to clamp down. The other would splay open, which would make it an easy target to switch to. Doing so would cause that sole to wrinkle and toes clamp shut, while the previous foot would splay open again. I'd keep this little game up, back and forth for the next 10 minutes or so. Wondering if she even realised what was happening or was laughing too much to even comprehend anything else. After all she was hysterical and I can imagine that the intense tickling to her dainty extremely ticklish feet was quite the distraction from anything else happening at that time.
I decided to grip the toes of one foot and pull them back, making her wrinkled sole all taught and smooth. Shined up from the lotion, held still and at its most vulnerable, I began to brush away on her sole. Instantly more shrieks and high pitched squeals as each motion of the brush glided across her sole. Unable to wrinkle and offer any sort of protection to its torment. Once more I could feel my "Step Mom" trying to squirm and thrash beneath me, but she was secured tightly and going no where soon. I wonder if she was regretting being so eager today. Either way it didn't matter as she deserved more tickles.
After a good 10 minutes on one foot, it was time to do the same to the other. Gripping her toes, pulling them back. Sole taught and smooth ready to be brushed for 10 minutes too. Wait, Julie pleaded, but was ignored and the brush connected with her sole and she was back to hysterically squealing, squeaking and laughing endlessly. She had no say right now and only deserved to be laughing. She should know this by now. Slowly her body stopped squirming beneath me and I could feel she was exhausted again. The resistance of her foot in my grip next to nothing. Just laying there unable to do anything else but take the tickles and laugh. Her other foot just still, not even thrashing or scrunching. I liked when I got her to this point as I was sure she knew I was serious about her punishment and proving herself to me.
I let go of her foot and begin to massage the remainder of the lotion into her bare feet. Her hysteria slowly dying down to soft moans as my hands massaged her tired tickled out feet. I felt she had had enough tickles for now and release her from her restraint. Julie lay there once more, a smile on her face as she started to come around and sat up. That was mean she said, each day you seem to make me more ticklish and laugh more. Especially when you used my brush, it's for hair not feet!. I laugh and tell her that it's got a dual use and I like this use better. She gets up, takes the lotion and brush and heads to my dad's room to lay down and rests while she recovers. She only reappeared when my dad messaged our group chat and told us that he was on his way home with snacks, ready for the movie in the evening. Making sure she looked presentable and not half tickled to death, Julie got herself ready to greet my dad upon his return.
Later on during movie we are all sat on couch. Im sat one end, my dad the other and Julie in the middle, more cuddled up to my dad. Mid way Julie lays down, laying her head in dad's lap, her bare feet near me. Asking me if I minded and I tell her no, that she should stretch out and get comfortable. With that her feet are almost in my lap. Unsure whether she did that on purpose or was just getting comfy, I felt it would be rude not to take advantage of the situation. Even if it was a bit risky. Looking at them both, I see they are both distracted fully by the movie. So I cover her feet with a cushion, making sure my hands would be hidden. This made things ready for me to sneakily begin to stroke her feet.
With that I begin to stroke the top of her foot. Her foot tenses up and looking up I can see she's trying to hold back giggles. Half smiling, half trying to hide anything was happening. I didn't want my dad to notice something was wrong so I just kept to gentle strokes to the top of her feet. During an intense scene in the movie, I sneakily scratched a single nail down her sole. Which made her toes clench up so tight as I softly tease and tickle her sole now for a few moments. She managed to stay quiet and not squirm during that, but could tell she almost did.
Not longer after, I stop the teasing of Julie's feet and the movie ends. Dad clears our glasses the popcorn bowl, heading to the kitchen. Julie tells me how close she was to laughing out loud, but had to hold back so my dad didn't find out what I was doing or why. I tell her that her punishments need to remain a secret otherwise it won't end well for her as I still have the video and she just nods in agreement. She tells me that even though it is torture for her, she knows its the only way to prove herself to me and be with my dad. Like today, making sure her punishment tickles were done and out the way early on, so she didn't have to worry about them for the rest of the day. Which made sense I thought. She didn't actually enjoy them, just wanted them over sooner.
Julie asks if she will be getting multiple tickles like today, more often and I tell her that she will just have to wait and see. Afterall her punishment shouldn't be easy and that she should expect tickles at any moment. With that my dad returns and we all say our goodnights as we all head off to bed. In my room I start to think about how I should tickle my "Step Mom" again tomorrow. I didn't want it to be too repetitive and predictable, she needed to suffer lots so I needed to come up with something new.
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 2 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-2-1102069691
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 3 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-3-1104612175
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 4 - https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-ticklish-step-mom-day-4-m-f-feet.445924/#post-5846597
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 5
Yesterday I'd tickled my "Step Mom" Julie, more than I'd tickled her before. At first she would protest, but seemed to be accepting of it more and more as each day passed. Dare I say that she was even enjoying herself? Just little signs, like her smiling afterwards, teasing me with her feet while laying on the couch. I thought maybe I was reading it wrong, yet today she gave me more signs that she was enjoying being tickled by me. I didn't know what to think of it.
So for example, Julie had stayed over and in the morning had made breakfast for me and my dad. Which I didn't complain at. My dad seemed super happy this morning and even though he had to head out again for a few hours, he was looking forward to more family time in the evening. We had a movie planned and my dad said he would pick up some popcorn on the way home. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that as soon as he left, Julie told me that she better go to my room again for a repeat of yesterday.
Before I could even say anything, she was in my room waiting with her lotion and hairbrush. If that didn't tell me she was suddenly enjoying her tickle torture, I didn't know what would. I finish my coffee and set out the belt and cords again, blanket on top. Julie, who is already bare foot, white painted toe nails on show and in silky cream pajamas, laid herself down and was ready to be rolled up again.
I roll her up and tie the cords, buckle the belts and straddle her ankles ready. Both her upturned pampered soft soles were scrunching and splaying, as if awaiting some tickly attention. Julie asks what I'm waiting for and I just dig into both sensitive soles at once. Causing her to thrash inside the blanket and flail her feet as she bursts into hysteria.
Just like yesterday, she had no way to free herself from inside her blanket wrapped predicament and it kept her snuggly restrained and secured. Leaving me free to use both hands on her vulnerable pampered soles. As my nails scratched down her soles, Julie was in constant hysterical laughter. It didn't matter where on her soles I tickled, they were soft and super sensitive all over and that was her one true weakness to take advantage of. She had no way to protect her feet from my nails, even when she clenched her toes and filled her soles with waves of wrinkles, it didn't offer any relief at all.
"Oh dear! Are your feet ticklish Step Mom?" I'd tease, knowing they were extremely sensitive and she was too busy laughing to answer. I'm not even sure she could focus on what I was saying as my nails danced across the sea of wrinkles on her soles. Only able to focus on the tickle torture upon her feet. Making it all so more torturous for her.
I wanted to really get her going, so I squirted lotion all over her upturned soles one at a time, while my fingers tickle massaged it into ticklish sole. Julie could only squeal and squeak beside her hysterical laughter got even louder. Like music to my ears, making it easier to keep on going. Hearing her suffering. It needed to keep on going longer and have her no respite from it.
As I kept on the torment, there was only one more thing left to do. Which was use the hairbrush on her feet. The same brush that had her going wild the previous day. Paired best with lots of lotion, her feet couldn't handle the overwhelming sensations being given to them. What made it more fun, was that Julie had picked these both up yesterday, with a different purpose in mind. Yet here they were adding to her ticklish demise. I wonder if she would still have bought them if she new they would he used like this?
As both her upturned soles lay there in front if me, perfectly lubricated with the lotion, I picked up the hairbrush and moved it closer to them. Julie was already laughing hard and squealing, yet as soon as the bristles of the brush touched her sole, her body tried to thrash free and she screeched so loud the whole house was filled with her hysterics. Which didn't let up as I continued to brush both her sensitive lotion covered soles non stop. Unable to free herself from her bondage, even though she was trying her best to, it meant I could keep up the brushing her feet deserved, without anything to stop me.
I teased my "Step Mom" that her gifts were being put to good use and that I'm glad she got them for our fun times together. Unable to even form a sentence, she could only keep squealing and squeaking, high pitched hysterical laughter escaping her mouth each time her soles were brushed. This also raised the question, what else could be used to tickle her? Certainly something to look into but right now, my fingers and the brush were already tickling her plentiful.
As I brushed one lotioned up sole, it would wrinkle up and cause her toes to clamp down. The other would splay open, which would make it an easy target to switch to. Doing so would cause that sole to wrinkle and toes clamp shut, while the previous foot would splay open again. I'd keep this little game up, back and forth for the next 10 minutes or so. Wondering if she even realised what was happening or was laughing too much to even comprehend anything else. After all she was hysterical and I can imagine that the intense tickling to her dainty extremely ticklish feet was quite the distraction from anything else happening at that time.
I decided to grip the toes of one foot and pull them back, making her wrinkled sole all taught and smooth. Shined up from the lotion, held still and at its most vulnerable, I began to brush away on her sole. Instantly more shrieks and high pitched squeals as each motion of the brush glided across her sole. Unable to wrinkle and offer any sort of protection to its torment. Once more I could feel my "Step Mom" trying to squirm and thrash beneath me, but she was secured tightly and going no where soon. I wonder if she was regretting being so eager today. Either way it didn't matter as she deserved more tickles.
After a good 10 minutes on one foot, it was time to do the same to the other. Gripping her toes, pulling them back. Sole taught and smooth ready to be brushed for 10 minutes too. Wait, Julie pleaded, but was ignored and the brush connected with her sole and she was back to hysterically squealing, squeaking and laughing endlessly. She had no say right now and only deserved to be laughing. She should know this by now. Slowly her body stopped squirming beneath me and I could feel she was exhausted again. The resistance of her foot in my grip next to nothing. Just laying there unable to do anything else but take the tickles and laugh. Her other foot just still, not even thrashing or scrunching. I liked when I got her to this point as I was sure she knew I was serious about her punishment and proving herself to me.
I let go of her foot and begin to massage the remainder of the lotion into her bare feet. Her hysteria slowly dying down to soft moans as my hands massaged her tired tickled out feet. I felt she had had enough tickles for now and release her from her restraint. Julie lay there once more, a smile on her face as she started to come around and sat up. That was mean she said, each day you seem to make me more ticklish and laugh more. Especially when you used my brush, it's for hair not feet!. I laugh and tell her that it's got a dual use and I like this use better. She gets up, takes the lotion and brush and heads to my dad's room to lay down and rests while she recovers. She only reappeared when my dad messaged our group chat and told us that he was on his way home with snacks, ready for the movie in the evening. Making sure she looked presentable and not half tickled to death, Julie got herself ready to greet my dad upon his return.
Later on during movie we are all sat on couch. Im sat one end, my dad the other and Julie in the middle, more cuddled up to my dad. Mid way Julie lays down, laying her head in dad's lap, her bare feet near me. Asking me if I minded and I tell her no, that she should stretch out and get comfortable. With that her feet are almost in my lap. Unsure whether she did that on purpose or was just getting comfy, I felt it would be rude not to take advantage of the situation. Even if it was a bit risky. Looking at them both, I see they are both distracted fully by the movie. So I cover her feet with a cushion, making sure my hands would be hidden. This made things ready for me to sneakily begin to stroke her feet.
With that I begin to stroke the top of her foot. Her foot tenses up and looking up I can see she's trying to hold back giggles. Half smiling, half trying to hide anything was happening. I didn't want my dad to notice something was wrong so I just kept to gentle strokes to the top of her feet. During an intense scene in the movie, I sneakily scratched a single nail down her sole. Which made her toes clench up so tight as I softly tease and tickle her sole now for a few moments. She managed to stay quiet and not squirm during that, but could tell she almost did.
Not longer after, I stop the teasing of Julie's feet and the movie ends. Dad clears our glasses the popcorn bowl, heading to the kitchen. Julie tells me how close she was to laughing out loud, but had to hold back so my dad didn't find out what I was doing or why. I tell her that her punishments need to remain a secret otherwise it won't end well for her as I still have the video and she just nods in agreement. She tells me that even though it is torture for her, she knows its the only way to prove herself to me and be with my dad. Like today, making sure her punishment tickles were done and out the way early on, so she didn't have to worry about them for the rest of the day. Which made sense I thought. She didn't actually enjoy them, just wanted them over sooner.
Julie asks if she will be getting multiple tickles like today, more often and I tell her that she will just have to wait and see. Afterall her punishment shouldn't be easy and that she should expect tickles at any moment. With that my dad returns and we all say our goodnights as we all head off to bed. In my room I start to think about how I should tickle my "Step Mom" again tomorrow. I didn't want it to be too repetitive and predictable, she needed to suffer lots so I needed to come up with something new.
