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Sisterly Love
This is a true story that I set up (by accident) 6 or 7 years ago, an absolute classic.
My Girlfriend at the time, Mary had discovered my particular fetish for tickling very early on in the piece. She was very ticklish herself and was wonderfully understanding even going as far to watch an old “Tied and Tickled” Video with me and having play/tickle fights with her in the bedroom when her Mum wasn’t home. However she drew the line at being tied down her self because she rightly didn’t trust me to stop when she’d had enough. She claimed that she had always wanted someone to tie her down though and have more “conventional” foreplay or love made to her and not tickle torture.
One Saturday afternoon her Mum was out and I pleaded her to let me tie her to the bed and do what she wanted me to do. She was so opposed to it because of my particular fantasies and fully didn’t trust me no matter what I said. I promised and promised her that I wouldn’t tickle her and I honestly meant to keep my word, after all, “conventional” sex is great.
After much deliberation she finally agreed to let me restrain her, with a wrist tied to each corner of the bed. I used some silk scarfs that she had tonnes of. I did the same with her ankles only I placed her feet closer to the centre of the bed using the wrought iron rail which ran the whole width.
She looked so tall stretched out in front of me with her gorgeous long brown legs taking up much of the length. She was 5’ 10”, not sure about her weight, but a fantastic figure and size 9 feet, which for some reason, probably sub-consciously, still had short white socks on. I guess she figured that if I went back on my word they would offer her some kind of protection. On top she was wearing what we call in Australia a Boob Tube, which is a kind of sporting top that just raps around the top of the body exposing the stomach and sides. Around her waist she was wearing a cheap wrap around skirt that ties of at the side which allows for easy access when you are both getting excited. As I stood back and admired my handy work she was giggling herself silly at being rendered so helpless but I reminded her that I promised not to tickle her and that seemed to calm her worst fears.
Not for long.
I was just wondering where to start when I heard a car pull up out front. I panicked thinking that her Mum had come home early or forgotten something. I raced to the window and saw her younger sister Jamie getting out of the car on her own. At first I was bitterly disappointed thinking that I had to act quickly to untie Mary to avoid either of us any embarrassment. Then I remembered Jamie saying how Mary used to pin her down when she was little and tickle her to death. A plot of revenge for Jamie filled my thoughts and it was almost like Mary could hear them. “What?” “Who is it? Untie me please”. I grinned because I promised that I wouldn’t tickle her but I didn’t promise that nobody else would.
I told her that it was a false alarm and that the scare made me need to go to the toilet. I went upstairs and opened the door quietly for Jamie so that Mary wouldn’t hear us. Jamie looked surprised at how devious my behaviour was when she got to the house. I asked her to remind me how cruel Mary was to her when she was young, tickling her without any mercy because she was bigger. I got her really wound up about the whole mean big sister thing and I asked her if she had ever dreamt of an ultimate pay back. She confessed to me that even though she was 21 she had always wanted to get her big sister back. Then I dropped the bombshell. “Guess who I’ve got tied to the bed downstairs?”
As if right on que we heard Mary yelling for me to come back.
The look on Jamie’s face was a complete look of disbelief and excitement. “Shall I escort you to the torture chamber young lady?” I almost had to hold her back.
We crept into the room and a look of shear terror was across Mary’s face when she looked up and saw the two of us walking toward the bed.
“NO, you promised!” she screamed at me.
“Promised what?” I said.
“Not to ..” Mary stopped herself from saying any more hoping that her sister had forgotten her tickle sessions from years ago and that I wouldn’t even dream of going back on my word.
She now calmly asked for me to untie her to which Jamie chuckled evilly.
“He promised not to tickle you but I can do what ever I want and you will get years worth right now”
With this Jamie sat down on the couch that was perfectly positioned across the end of the bed with Mary size 9’s facing her toes up.
Mary of course was begging by now and really started to panic when the first of her white socks was removed. By the time the second sock was peeled off she was near hysterical. I was actually shocked at the state she was in. Her smooth soles and painted toes were all trying to cover each other at the same time wriggling and squirming. Jamie who honestly looked as though she had done this before slid the ankles apart along the iron bar so that one foot couldn’t protect the other. As cool as you like the punishment began.
Jamie ran the index finger of each hand down the soles of her sister’s feet, slowly dragging them from ball to heel. It was only then that I was relieved how well I had tied her down. Mary’s jerk reaction to this slow deliberate touch had put a serious strain on the iron bar that held her and she screamed for mercy, “PLEASE NO….We were only young then…”
Without any more build up than was necessary all ten of Jamie’s fingers began to scramble wildly, remorselessly, over her older sister’s soft and defenceless bare soles. The bed rocked as her head shook from side to side amidst incoherent screams to stop and for mercy. The fingers, which were somehow increasing their intensity on the smooth bottoms of her feet, showed no signs of relenting. Years of formal piano practise had given Jamie amazing dexterity with both hands, which meant neither foot was receiving any favours.
Mary was now writhing around trapped for what she felt like an eternity. Her screams had all but disappeared because the tickling was so intense she could hardly breathe so the laughter had become silent. Only when she managed to get a breath would you hear the panic in her voice. There was not a shred of sympathy on the younger sister’s face. She was savouring her revenge until the last because she knew that she would never get another opportunity like this as long as she lived.
Her skilled finger nails traced and danced around every square inch of skin. Under the toes, heels, arches, nothing was missed. Those soft bare feet, which were normally guarded so carefully, were under full attack by the worst possible advisory. A sister hell bent on pay back.
Five or ten minutes had passed where Jamie had done some serious sole searching (literally) before she took a break. Mary was a complete mess and took the respite to try and get some breath back. She pleaded saying “no more I learnt my lesson…Please let me go”.
Jamie laughed and shrugged her shoulders as if she agreed that she had got her revenge. She leaned forward, and I honestly thought that she was going to untie Mary, but she grabbed the right foot tightly so that that there was absolutely no chance of a wiggle out of that foot and held the toes back taught.
“No more Plea…AAAHHHH”.
Poor Mary was going nuts. I felt like stopping the torture but it was too good to miss. The speed of Jamie’s strokes, had to be seen to be believed. She was even smiling as she mumbled to herself, “she’s worse than me, she’s so ticklish”. The right foot was absolutely pinned but the leg that owned it was bouncing up and down as though an electric current was passing through it. Her feet were so ticklish and those fingers nails were just racing around in circles on the tight smooth surface. Up down, side to side, nothing was being left to chance.
“After all these years I never knew how ticklish you were” Jamie taunted her sister.
“I can’t leave out the left foot for some special attention now, can I?”
With that she let the right foot go and held the left in an identical position and without missing a stroke attacked it with full speed and intensity.
Mary by this stage had nearly completely lost her voice but still managed to garble a feeble “No…….”
I never new that sisters and in particular, Jamie, could be so ruthless.
The bottom of the left foot, which was as soft and sensitive as the right, was being tortured beyond comprehension. Finger nails on tight soft flesh inevitably lead to enormous contortions of the body to which that particular foot belonged and Mary was no exception to the rule. Light, fast and well executed touches of her soles had sent her into spasms. I thought that the relentless tickling might be taking a serious toll on this poor thing, my girl friend.
Jamie let go of the foot and continued with the double foot assault, one hand for each foot. Five fingers, flying around each soft sole with the most ticklish precision. Mary was struggling now. Her face was red from laughing and there was sweat on her brow. Her legs kicked and her feet squirmed as her sister was digging her nails under her ever so ticklish toes but as quickly as it began, Jamie stopped, stood up and walked towards the door.
With a real heir of control in her voice, like a dominatrix, she turned to me and said “you can do what you will with her for a bit while I go upstairs to get a drink. Call me when you’re done and I’ll come down and finish the job” and with that she disappeared upstairs.
I looked at Mary who was still have giggle fits as though it hadn’t actually stopped with tears of laughter in her eyes. I knew that we wouldn’t have long together before Jamie would want to return which is another story for later.
All Smiles
This is a true story that I set up (by accident) 6 or 7 years ago, an absolute classic.
My Girlfriend at the time, Mary had discovered my particular fetish for tickling very early on in the piece. She was very ticklish herself and was wonderfully understanding even going as far to watch an old “Tied and Tickled” Video with me and having play/tickle fights with her in the bedroom when her Mum wasn’t home. However she drew the line at being tied down her self because she rightly didn’t trust me to stop when she’d had enough. She claimed that she had always wanted someone to tie her down though and have more “conventional” foreplay or love made to her and not tickle torture.
One Saturday afternoon her Mum was out and I pleaded her to let me tie her to the bed and do what she wanted me to do. She was so opposed to it because of my particular fantasies and fully didn’t trust me no matter what I said. I promised and promised her that I wouldn’t tickle her and I honestly meant to keep my word, after all, “conventional” sex is great.
After much deliberation she finally agreed to let me restrain her, with a wrist tied to each corner of the bed. I used some silk scarfs that she had tonnes of. I did the same with her ankles only I placed her feet closer to the centre of the bed using the wrought iron rail which ran the whole width.
She looked so tall stretched out in front of me with her gorgeous long brown legs taking up much of the length. She was 5’ 10”, not sure about her weight, but a fantastic figure and size 9 feet, which for some reason, probably sub-consciously, still had short white socks on. I guess she figured that if I went back on my word they would offer her some kind of protection. On top she was wearing what we call in Australia a Boob Tube, which is a kind of sporting top that just raps around the top of the body exposing the stomach and sides. Around her waist she was wearing a cheap wrap around skirt that ties of at the side which allows for easy access when you are both getting excited. As I stood back and admired my handy work she was giggling herself silly at being rendered so helpless but I reminded her that I promised not to tickle her and that seemed to calm her worst fears.
Not for long.
I was just wondering where to start when I heard a car pull up out front. I panicked thinking that her Mum had come home early or forgotten something. I raced to the window and saw her younger sister Jamie getting out of the car on her own. At first I was bitterly disappointed thinking that I had to act quickly to untie Mary to avoid either of us any embarrassment. Then I remembered Jamie saying how Mary used to pin her down when she was little and tickle her to death. A plot of revenge for Jamie filled my thoughts and it was almost like Mary could hear them. “What?” “Who is it? Untie me please”. I grinned because I promised that I wouldn’t tickle her but I didn’t promise that nobody else would.
I told her that it was a false alarm and that the scare made me need to go to the toilet. I went upstairs and opened the door quietly for Jamie so that Mary wouldn’t hear us. Jamie looked surprised at how devious my behaviour was when she got to the house. I asked her to remind me how cruel Mary was to her when she was young, tickling her without any mercy because she was bigger. I got her really wound up about the whole mean big sister thing and I asked her if she had ever dreamt of an ultimate pay back. She confessed to me that even though she was 21 she had always wanted to get her big sister back. Then I dropped the bombshell. “Guess who I’ve got tied to the bed downstairs?”
As if right on que we heard Mary yelling for me to come back.
The look on Jamie’s face was a complete look of disbelief and excitement. “Shall I escort you to the torture chamber young lady?” I almost had to hold her back.
We crept into the room and a look of shear terror was across Mary’s face when she looked up and saw the two of us walking toward the bed.
“NO, you promised!” she screamed at me.
“Promised what?” I said.
“Not to ..” Mary stopped herself from saying any more hoping that her sister had forgotten her tickle sessions from years ago and that I wouldn’t even dream of going back on my word.
She now calmly asked for me to untie her to which Jamie chuckled evilly.
“He promised not to tickle you but I can do what ever I want and you will get years worth right now”
With this Jamie sat down on the couch that was perfectly positioned across the end of the bed with Mary size 9’s facing her toes up.
Mary of course was begging by now and really started to panic when the first of her white socks was removed. By the time the second sock was peeled off she was near hysterical. I was actually shocked at the state she was in. Her smooth soles and painted toes were all trying to cover each other at the same time wriggling and squirming. Jamie who honestly looked as though she had done this before slid the ankles apart along the iron bar so that one foot couldn’t protect the other. As cool as you like the punishment began.
Jamie ran the index finger of each hand down the soles of her sister’s feet, slowly dragging them from ball to heel. It was only then that I was relieved how well I had tied her down. Mary’s jerk reaction to this slow deliberate touch had put a serious strain on the iron bar that held her and she screamed for mercy, “PLEASE NO….We were only young then…”
Without any more build up than was necessary all ten of Jamie’s fingers began to scramble wildly, remorselessly, over her older sister’s soft and defenceless bare soles. The bed rocked as her head shook from side to side amidst incoherent screams to stop and for mercy. The fingers, which were somehow increasing their intensity on the smooth bottoms of her feet, showed no signs of relenting. Years of formal piano practise had given Jamie amazing dexterity with both hands, which meant neither foot was receiving any favours.
Mary was now writhing around trapped for what she felt like an eternity. Her screams had all but disappeared because the tickling was so intense she could hardly breathe so the laughter had become silent. Only when she managed to get a breath would you hear the panic in her voice. There was not a shred of sympathy on the younger sister’s face. She was savouring her revenge until the last because she knew that she would never get another opportunity like this as long as she lived.
Her skilled finger nails traced and danced around every square inch of skin. Under the toes, heels, arches, nothing was missed. Those soft bare feet, which were normally guarded so carefully, were under full attack by the worst possible advisory. A sister hell bent on pay back.
Five or ten minutes had passed where Jamie had done some serious sole searching (literally) before she took a break. Mary was a complete mess and took the respite to try and get some breath back. She pleaded saying “no more I learnt my lesson…Please let me go”.
Jamie laughed and shrugged her shoulders as if she agreed that she had got her revenge. She leaned forward, and I honestly thought that she was going to untie Mary, but she grabbed the right foot tightly so that that there was absolutely no chance of a wiggle out of that foot and held the toes back taught.
“No more Plea…AAAHHHH”.
Poor Mary was going nuts. I felt like stopping the torture but it was too good to miss. The speed of Jamie’s strokes, had to be seen to be believed. She was even smiling as she mumbled to herself, “she’s worse than me, she’s so ticklish”. The right foot was absolutely pinned but the leg that owned it was bouncing up and down as though an electric current was passing through it. Her feet were so ticklish and those fingers nails were just racing around in circles on the tight smooth surface. Up down, side to side, nothing was being left to chance.
“After all these years I never knew how ticklish you were” Jamie taunted her sister.
“I can’t leave out the left foot for some special attention now, can I?”
With that she let the right foot go and held the left in an identical position and without missing a stroke attacked it with full speed and intensity.
Mary by this stage had nearly completely lost her voice but still managed to garble a feeble “No…….”
I never new that sisters and in particular, Jamie, could be so ruthless.
The bottom of the left foot, which was as soft and sensitive as the right, was being tortured beyond comprehension. Finger nails on tight soft flesh inevitably lead to enormous contortions of the body to which that particular foot belonged and Mary was no exception to the rule. Light, fast and well executed touches of her soles had sent her into spasms. I thought that the relentless tickling might be taking a serious toll on this poor thing, my girl friend.
Jamie let go of the foot and continued with the double foot assault, one hand for each foot. Five fingers, flying around each soft sole with the most ticklish precision. Mary was struggling now. Her face was red from laughing and there was sweat on her brow. Her legs kicked and her feet squirmed as her sister was digging her nails under her ever so ticklish toes but as quickly as it began, Jamie stopped, stood up and walked towards the door.
With a real heir of control in her voice, like a dominatrix, she turned to me and said “you can do what you will with her for a bit while I go upstairs to get a drink. Call me when you’re done and I’ll come down and finish the job” and with that she disappeared upstairs.
I looked at Mary who was still have giggle fits as though it hadn’t actually stopped with tears of laughter in her eyes. I knew that we wouldn’t have long together before Jamie would want to return which is another story for later.
All Smiles
