CellarDweller
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Hiya everyone.
I'm sure a few of you remember I had a tickling experience back in Feb. of this year with a friend from New Zealand that I met online.
I used the name "Kiwi" in the telling of that story. Here's a link if you want to refresh your memories.
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=50524
Well, I've just arrived home after a 10 day stay with him in New Zealand.
It's a beautiful country, I recommend to anyone making the trip, it is so worth it. Of course, I had "Kiwi" showing me around, so I got a great tour.
When I arrived we were both tired (I just had a 14 hour flight, he had a 12 hour shift) and we just went to sleep.
After behaving myself for the first two days, I reminded him of his promise, that he'd let me give him a foot rub. He tried to laugh it off, so I let him change the topic. However, I wasn't going to let him totally off.
After a 2 hour car ride on my 3rd day in the country, we stoped to take some pics. No one was around for miles in this beautiful scenery. He turned his back on me (big mistake) and I pounced! My fingers were in his ribs and armpits, and I had him doubled over in laughter.
"Haahaa...chu chu...haaha ma mi mind the ribs...haahaaa"
Music to my ears. Knowing he had to drive, and not wanting to exhaust him, I let him rest. (I'm so kind)
After another day, I mentioned the foot rub again, and he shurgged it off....I decided to act, and I grabbed him, and pushed him onto the bed. Once again, I targeted his ribs and armpits, and once again, he was helpless with laughter. When I let him go, he was laying on his back, I was sitting on the side of the bed, by his ankles.
Kiwi: God....Chuck...haahaa....that's not fair.
Me: You still owe me a foot rub.
Kiwi: Oh, you reckon?
Me: yeah, I do.....and you keep blowing it off.
Kiwi: Well, I'm not dumb. Haahaaa.
Me: Oh yeah? Well (Grabs his ankle) Maybe I'll just take what I want.
Kiwi: Chuck! Let go of my ankle.
Me: No (grabs shoe, and attempts to remove it)
Kiwi: Chuck.....I said let go.
Me: No (Pulling on shoe)
Kiwi: You're gonna break my toes off.
Me: Oh really? then stop resisiting. (shoe pops off)
Kiwi: Now Chuck....this is non consensual!
Kiwi bends his knee and grabs my shoulders, but before he can get away, I start tickling his socked foot. He starts laughing, and twisting and turning on the bed. I continue like this for a few seconds, Kiwi making much noise behind me.
This same type of behavior occured over the next two days. I would mention the foot rub, he'd blow it off, and I'd wrestle him to the bed, and pull off a shoe, and tickle him silly for a little bit.
He has a very good sense of humor, and put up with it graciously.
Woke up on Sunday morning, my last day there. We were in his room, in the house he rents the room from. His "landlord" was about, cleaning the kitchen.
Kiwi turns to me and says, "Close the door."
I walk over and close the door, and he props his feet on a pillow on the bed. "Foot rub" he says, and raises his eyebrow at me. I say to him "Oh, as if you're not going to get tickled again."
I give him the foot rub....I use a firm grip (so I think) on his right foot and he leans back, relaxes, and says "I could get used to this." After I went on for a few minutes, and I start is left foot. He starts to giggle and says "Sorry, it still tickles." I rubbed him a bit more, and then put his ankle in a choke hold. His eyes get wide, and I say "Oh buddy, this time, it's on your naked foot." and I start to pull off his sock.
He immediately leans forward to pull me off his foot, and I start lightly scratching his bare sole. His toes crunch up, and he falls back on the mattress and laughs out loud.....but tries to be quieter, as not to alert his landlord.
I didn't care. :lol I kept tickling him, and he sat up and tried to pull his foot free, laughing the whole time. I finally (for him) let him go. He put on his sock, and shoes, and helped me with my luggage to the car.
I gave him a huge bear hug, and thanked him for everything he did for my stay, and for being a willing tickle victim.
He gave me the same reply as last time. He lets me do this, because he knows I like it, and that I'm the ONLY one who can get away with it.
🙂
I'm sure a few of you remember I had a tickling experience back in Feb. of this year with a friend from New Zealand that I met online.
I used the name "Kiwi" in the telling of that story. Here's a link if you want to refresh your memories.
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=50524
Well, I've just arrived home after a 10 day stay with him in New Zealand.
It's a beautiful country, I recommend to anyone making the trip, it is so worth it. Of course, I had "Kiwi" showing me around, so I got a great tour.
When I arrived we were both tired (I just had a 14 hour flight, he had a 12 hour shift) and we just went to sleep.
After behaving myself for the first two days, I reminded him of his promise, that he'd let me give him a foot rub. He tried to laugh it off, so I let him change the topic. However, I wasn't going to let him totally off.
After a 2 hour car ride on my 3rd day in the country, we stoped to take some pics. No one was around for miles in this beautiful scenery. He turned his back on me (big mistake) and I pounced! My fingers were in his ribs and armpits, and I had him doubled over in laughter.
"Haahaa...chu chu...haaha ma mi mind the ribs...haahaaa"
Music to my ears. Knowing he had to drive, and not wanting to exhaust him, I let him rest. (I'm so kind)
After another day, I mentioned the foot rub again, and he shurgged it off....I decided to act, and I grabbed him, and pushed him onto the bed. Once again, I targeted his ribs and armpits, and once again, he was helpless with laughter. When I let him go, he was laying on his back, I was sitting on the side of the bed, by his ankles.
Kiwi: God....Chuck...haahaa....that's not fair.
Me: You still owe me a foot rub.
Kiwi: Oh, you reckon?
Me: yeah, I do.....and you keep blowing it off.
Kiwi: Well, I'm not dumb. Haahaaa.
Me: Oh yeah? Well (Grabs his ankle) Maybe I'll just take what I want.
Kiwi: Chuck! Let go of my ankle.
Me: No (grabs shoe, and attempts to remove it)
Kiwi: Chuck.....I said let go.
Me: No (Pulling on shoe)
Kiwi: You're gonna break my toes off.
Me: Oh really? then stop resisiting. (shoe pops off)
Kiwi: Now Chuck....this is non consensual!
Kiwi bends his knee and grabs my shoulders, but before he can get away, I start tickling his socked foot. He starts laughing, and twisting and turning on the bed. I continue like this for a few seconds, Kiwi making much noise behind me.
This same type of behavior occured over the next two days. I would mention the foot rub, he'd blow it off, and I'd wrestle him to the bed, and pull off a shoe, and tickle him silly for a little bit.
He has a very good sense of humor, and put up with it graciously.
Woke up on Sunday morning, my last day there. We were in his room, in the house he rents the room from. His "landlord" was about, cleaning the kitchen.
Kiwi turns to me and says, "Close the door."
I walk over and close the door, and he props his feet on a pillow on the bed. "Foot rub" he says, and raises his eyebrow at me. I say to him "Oh, as if you're not going to get tickled again."
I give him the foot rub....I use a firm grip (so I think) on his right foot and he leans back, relaxes, and says "I could get used to this." After I went on for a few minutes, and I start is left foot. He starts to giggle and says "Sorry, it still tickles." I rubbed him a bit more, and then put his ankle in a choke hold. His eyes get wide, and I say "Oh buddy, this time, it's on your naked foot." and I start to pull off his sock.
He immediately leans forward to pull me off his foot, and I start lightly scratching his bare sole. His toes crunch up, and he falls back on the mattress and laughs out loud.....but tries to be quieter, as not to alert his landlord.
I didn't care. :lol I kept tickling him, and he sat up and tried to pull his foot free, laughing the whole time. I finally (for him) let him go. He put on his sock, and shoes, and helped me with my luggage to the car.
I gave him a huge bear hug, and thanked him for everything he did for my stay, and for being a willing tickle victim.
He gave me the same reply as last time. He lets me do this, because he knows I like it, and that I'm the ONLY one who can get away with it.
🙂
