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Hi everyone,

I have just joined this wonderful forum after lurking around the online tickling community for many years.

My particular passion is for seeing strong-willed, or usually dominant women broken down through tickling. So for this - my first post - I would love to hear as many of your views, thoughts, and most of all real-life tales of any such tickling.

Let's hear about those stuck-up, bitchy girlfriends ... the overly competitive athletes ... the sassy teases who all want us to think they have no weaknesses ... when of course they all do!

In fact please join in this discussion with any comments or stories relating the tough, 'I'm not ticklish!' types, that for me, make tickling such an intriguing subject!

Thanks for reading my debut post, and I look forward to hearing your replys ...

Arch
 
She wasn't your typical big stong woman..Quite the oposite. "Spike" (so called becasue of her short spiky hair) was about 5' or maybe 5'2". She probably weighed about 100 punds soaking wet. She was dating my college roommate but we got along better (probably because he was big fat arrogant jerk...lol...but I digress).

She actually had this "perky" personality but had an attitude that she was a tough girl. She wore leather a lot...the short hair...always calling one of us on to fight if she thought we were up to it. Spike had taken a lot of martial arts classes too. I can't remember her specialty but she claimed to be very good at hand to hand combat. I'm a lover not a fighter so I never really took her on. However I did, on more than one occasion prove to her that all the defense training in the world can prove totally useless when someone knows your weakness. Spike was ticklish, nay, she was HYPER-ticklish. She had what I call a "soft" body. When you touched her, anywhere, it was like touching cotton no matter how well defined or strong she was there. It's a feeling on my fingertips that may not be how she feels but how it feels to me, if that makes sense.

Once, as she struck a fighting pose she challenged me to move in on her. I told her only a fool would come up in front when she's ready like that and to let me come from the rear and "surprise" her. She turned her back and when I reached her, instead of going for her neck or arms as she assumed I would, I grabbed her ribs and squeezed. The resulting scream woke half the dorm! After a few seconds of tickling I had her helpless and let her go. Another time she sat in front of me at a football game. The bleachers there allowed the person in front to lean back and rest their back between the legs of the person behind them. A made her giggle and squirm for a full half. She still continued to challenge me at times and everytime a quickly tickled her into submission.

They broke up after half a semester and last I heard she was working for a local newspaper about 8 years ago. I don't even remember her real name anymore but I'll never forget that skin.

~ toyou
 
Welcome to the gang, scribbler. (Hmmm....sounds like a batman villan's name.) Cool first post.

Do women who simply love to be tickled and are difficult to break count? If so, maybe Drew will share some of his fun trying to break me. lol

Ann
 
Great tale Toyou ... just the sort of thing I was thinking of - Size doesn't matter; it's whether they're strong minded and stubborn that counts, and Spike sure seems to fit that category.

Ann - thanks for the reply. To answer your question: Ultimately my interest is in real, tough, stuck-up women who refuse to admit or give in to being ticklish ... until of course they are finally de-feeted! (Excuse the dreadful pun!) - but on the whole, I am intrigued by any situation where a woman tries her absolute best to withstand a tickling while losing as little composure as possible.

So in my dream scenario, you might find a bitchy executive who battles silently for almost an hour to hold back her giggles while her down-trodden secretary works over her (actually) extremely ticklish feet. For her - even allowing herself to laugh constitutes humiliation.

Whereas in your case, I find it just as fascinating to observe a willing ticklee who squirms, laughs, screams and shouts her way through a consensual session of tickle torture, but grits her teeth and will simply not say 'UNCLE', or give in, no matter how many of her weak spots are probed.

So in summary - YES - I'd <U>LOVE</U> to hear some tales of your admirable attempts at holding out and not breaking ...

And to all the rest of you out there ... why not post your own feelings on this subject - or even a true or ficticious tale!
 
There was another girl from college. Let's call her Cathy. She was a short dark skinned girl. Very thin...the runner type. Not ticklish in the slightest. I spent the better part of 4 years poking and searching for a hint of weakness. Nothing. Then senior year (and I may have told the story before, forgive me) we got into a mini-wrestling match. At that stage in my life I could hide my own ticklishness (why I don't know) and so it was a fairly even match. Fortunately it was near the end of the year and Cathy was wearing thong sandals which she removed to keep from tearing her toes apart. I took the oppertunity to scrabble my finger over one foot. She jumped! Upon my question she admitted that her feet were a "little" ticklish. That was all I needed! Quickly I had both ankles wrapped under one arm as we were laying on the floor and I found the spot uder her toes to most rewarding. She laughed and pulled for a solid 10 minutes while I made up for years of frustration. Then in her wriggling she started trying to tickle my own bare feet (nice thing about those college days...virtually no one wore shoes within the dorm) which made me pull back. Rather than risk my own secret getting out I let her up and triumphantly declared myself the tickle king!

Later that evening in her room she told her roommate that I found her tickle spot...to which her roommate was completely surprised to find out as she had been the victim of many, many tickle attacks by Cathy and myself aver the years and thought we were invulnerable to retaliation.

The last time I saw Cathy a year or so ago I gave her ribs a quick tickle and got no repsonse. I asked if she still wasn't ticklish and she replied only in one spot and you can't get to it! Then she asked if I sstil wasn't ticklish and pinched my side almost sending me into a convulsion...fortunately she didn't take advantage of my now weakened state!

~ toyou
 
Moi? Scream and laugh? Nah! I just make lots of really strange noises, nip at the hands of lers and ask when they plan to stop the massage and start tickling. lol 😛

Ann
 
I apologise Ann - if you're a more of a feisty mmpphh-er than a screamer then I take my hat off to you!

Of course, it only makes me more keen to see a ticklee like yourself finally admit defeat! (Twiddles moustache in the style of a victorian villain!)
 
you would like my story, The Lunch Date, arch. A man and his girl are in a restaurant and he tickles her feet which are under the table. It's actually kind of half-reality. Do strong, refined women who hate losing their composure in public count? If so, I'm it!!
 
Hey crydun,

The old foot under the table scenario is indeed a favourite of mine. Where can I find your story?

And yes, the refined lady, trying to keep her giggles back in public most certainly fits the theme ... how good are you at actually holding out?
 
I have re-posted it below as i have no idea what page it is on in the Post stories section.The Lunch Date

The rain was falling softly as Eddie Warp walked home. Birds were buzzing in and out of the trees as if trying to dodge the raindrops. As he walked further, he could see Mrs. Crowley’s rose garden blooming. It will be good for the roses, I guess, he thought to himself as he passed them. He had to get home quickly. Jen would be calling him any minute. She was so beautiful with her long, blonde mane lying gently on her shoulders. He started walking faster as he neared his house. He turned the key in the door and opened it. He heard a bark and held out his arms as Reuben, his black Labrador, leaped at him from the living room. Laughing, he removed his hat and placed it on a peg near the door. He threw his briefcase in the corner of the hallway where it would be waiting for him the next morning.
Just then, the phone rang. “That should be Jen,” he called gaily to Reuben as he briskly walked to pick up the phone.
“Hello,” he said jovially into the receiver.
“You’re home already,” her familiar, silky voice replied.
“Yeah,” he said, smiling to himself. In his mind’s eye, he could see her sitting at her kitchen table, her legs crossed. She would be wearing her navy blue dress he loved so much. She was so sexy in it. She would probably be wearing black nylons and navy blue spike heels. He smiled as he thought of her sitting at the table absentmindedly slipping her foot in and out of her shoes, her long blonde mane cascading loosely down the back of the chair.
“So are we still on for tonight,” he inquired casually into the phone.
“Yeah,” she replied huskily.
He grinned broadly. Tonight was going to be fun for him. He couldn’t wait. They were going to dinner and a movie. After that, he had something special in store for Jen.
“Alright, I’ll see you at seven then.”
“Ok,” she said, her voice tinkling like crystal.
He hung up the phone and climbed the stairs with a spring in his step. He showered quickly and changed his clothes. He chose an off-white dress shirt, brown suede dress pants and a matching brown vest. He whistled as he went about the room, checking that all was in order. Then, he pulled the peacock feather out of the drawer and shoved it up his pant leg, securing it for his use later that evening. He dashed out quickly and ran downstairs. He had to hurry. Jen would be waiting. He didn’t want to keep her waiting. He grabbed his hat and rushed out the door.
Jen stood at the door, smiling as she watched him walk up the sidewalk. He was so sexy, like something out of a movie. He had broad shoulders, a chiseled jaw and light brown hair that he always protected with a Fedora hat. He was smiling as she opened the door.
“Hey doll! Whatcha doing” he teased playfully.
“Looking at you,” she said, giggling.
He grinned broadly then, fixated. The sound of a woman’s laughter made him feel warm inside. It stirred something deep inside him and rocked the very core of his being.
They drove to the restaurant, each anticipating the night ahead.
Later, as they sat in the restaurant, Eddie pulled the feather out of his pant leg. His long arm held it out under the table so that it reached her foot. As they began talking, Jen felt something lightly brush her foot. Her foot jolted with reaction. However, she tried to focus on the conversation.
“So anyway, the boss says I might get more hours,” he was saying.
“That’s good,” she said, still trying not to laugh.
Eddie sat across the table, watching as she twisted and flinched, fighting the laughter that was inside her. Come on, laugh, he thought to himself, impatiently. He knew she hated to lose her composure in public. Her face was growing redder by the minute.
“What’s wrong,” he asked innocently.
“Oh nothing,” she denied.
“Come on. Something’s up. Tell me,” he said, twisting the feather deeper into her foot.
He allowed it to weave in and out of her toes, her weakest spot. Unable to hold it in any longer, she erupted into a volcano of laughter. She sat in the restaurant, her body shaking as she giggled hysterically.
“What’s wrong, doll?” Eddie feigned.
“Something has been tickling my foot. I can’t stand it!!!”
“Oh really,” he said, perking.
She crawled under the table and saw the big, fluffy feather in his hand. She gasped in mock horror. “It was you!!!”
Eddie was laughing now. “yeah. I couldn’t resist. And later, I’ll kiss those lovely toes and take all the tickle away.”
Later, in his apartment, he did just that. Occasionally, an explosion of giggles would erupt from Jen. Then, all would be silent again.
“Oh Eddie, you are so sexy. Like Bogey or something, she moaned, tracing circles on his tummy. He giggled lightly and whispered “Here’s looking at you, kid!” as he turned out the lights.

Ps: I'm lousy at holding out for very long!!!



😀
 
Excellent story crydun! Not only does it contain my main interest of a ticklee fighting her reactions, but also a second love of mine - nylon foot tickling ... those things really DO make a woman's feet more ticklish.

Thanks again for the story, and well done for holding out! (Even for a little while!)
 
Well I don't know if this is quite what your looking for, but I knew this girl in highschool (toughest chick I've ever met in my life) who was seriousley a brawler who took no shit from anyone. I even saw her beat a guy down one time for slapping her. We bacame good friends throughout highschool, probably because I had the opposite kind of personality....a complete pacifist, and that intrigued her on some level, we only remained friends though. She was really pretty actually, but she was an amazon, really tall, almost six foot (That might be an overestimation I'm not sure exactly), long blonde hair that she always tied up in a ball, and normally wore alot of deth metal like clothing (Deicide or Cannibal Corpse shirts, usually faded jeans of some kind).

Anyhow she was tough and unphaseable when it came to everything but my favorite thing...tickling!! There were these times we would playfully wrestle...and she was STRONG..always gave it all she got, she knew how opposed to violence I was so she would always instigate shit with me...it was her form of teasing I think. She never hit me or anything but she loved to wrestle and we were actually both fairly good at it, and we would usually come to a stalemate of some kind. But I found out how to make her lose within seconds. She was so ticklish that when you tickled her it was like cryptonite to superman. She would totally lose control of herself and become completley helpless, she had one of those really loud laughs and her body would convulse and I would be able to tickle her from head to toe when she was hanging around her house in pjs, without much difficulty at all.

I would even be able to pin her ankles and tickle her feet (which I never thought would be possible!). It's like all her strength would be sapped out of her the moment you tickled her.
Killedbyanangel
 
you should have tied her to the bed posts and giving her the tickling of her life!!!
 
Ahhhh... the story of my life.

If you knew me back in the days, guess you would have had to classify me as the overly competitive athlete. I was a sworn tomboy for life back then. The only person who could force me to get in a dress and try to look/act like a lady (at least a tiny bit) was my daddy, but he was 6'4" 300 pounds.

Anyway, being "unbreakable" was my thing, even as a young teen, but the guys in the neighborhood figured out my number one weakness pretty fast. Bad (or good, depending on how you look at it) thing about it was, I wanted them to know. I would purposely tease and taunt a guy until he was itching to get me. 😀

And being the control freak that I was (am) I loved that few moments when I was completely out of control (for once). I loved the way it made me feel... loved to be able to laugh like a wild woman, OH but I must also add that I loved the payback.

YEP... I'm a lee and a ler. So, all you guys who got away with tickling the bejeebers out of a girl and watching with ease as she just gave up in a pile of hysterics, LOL Don't get used to it.
I'm not that type of lady. I'll get ya'll back. :devil:

I've won my fair share of tickle fights with the guys, lost some too, and I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't love every single minute of it.

So YEAH! I'm TOUGH :sowrong:
And I'm ticklish (maybe)
BUT if you are too.... YOU'D BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK! (heehee 😛)

Sunrise
:Kiss2:
 
Originally posted by Sunriseticklee (some delted)


YEP... I'm a lee and a ler. So, all you guys who got away with tickling the bejeebers out of a girl and watching with ease as she just gave up in a pile of hysterics, LOL Don't get used to it.
I'm not that type of lady. I'll get ya'll back. :devil:

I've won my fair share of tickle fights with the guys, lost some too, and I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't love every single minute of it.

Sunrise
:Kiss2:

It would be wonderful to lose a tickle fight with you, Sunrise.😀 😀
 
milagros317 said:


It would be wonderful to lose a tickle fight with you, Sunrise.😀 😀

Well.... I guess one of us has to pick a fight then.

If it's too much for you girly guy... I'll handle it! 😀

What's UP? :devil:

Heehee
Sunrise
:Kiss2:
 
Consider it done, Sunrise.😀
Unfortunately, I don't have any plans to travel to Atlanta in the near future. Any chance of your being at NEST next month in Philadelphia? I'll be there.
 
Equally unfornunate I don't have the funds needed to take a trip to Philadelphia this year, so I will not be NESTing...

So... it seems we'll be missing each other again. You're lucky I'm broke. Wouldn't wanna see you crying and begging for mercy in front of 100 people. Well... NOT JUST YET. Heehee 😀

Sunrise
:Kiss2:
 
Awww Sunrise....

and i was looking forward to seeing if you could beat me in a tickle fight!!! 🙁 😉 😛
 
If? IFFFF? As if there was any question! You were as good as beat!

Ya'll can always take up a collection. I think it may even be tax deductible. 😀

Don't worry. I'll be up in Philly before the end of the summer just to visit anyway. I should be back on my feet by July. If not... *shrug*, heehee guess I'll just keep trusting in God to pull me out.

Sunrise
:Kiss2:
 
Knew this butchey gal back in the Navy...a super butchey 'hole snipe'...in other words, she worked in the boiler rooms on a supply ship. I knew her from shooting pool. Let me tell you, Carlena could go to Iraq and replace the entire 3rd herself! One day, we're at a friend's house in Chesapeake, drinking beer, and levitating, when a couple of friends of hers decided that it was time to shut her smart mouth. So, they wrestled her down (not hard to buckle under when you're levitating), tore off her sneaks and socks, and gave her the tickling of her life. She turned into a sack of jelly, and let forth the most unlikely, high, throaty laugh you ever heard a Bullygal spout. It was beautiful to behold! And I'm just sitting there on the couch, my eyes glazing over, and I'm not even realizing that the people sitting beside me were yelling at me to pass the...uh...um...materials with which to achieve levitation. When it was all over, Carlena gave me an embarrassed, "don't you even think of it!" kind of look.
I heard that, while back in her home town in Texas, she was injured for life in a work accident, parapalegic. Very sad. Fun buddy, she was...
 
Originally posted by Sunriseticklee (some deleted)
You're lucky I'm broke. Wouldn't wanna see you crying and begging for mercy in front of 100 people. Well... NOT JUST YET. Heehee 😀

Sunrise
:Kiss2:

Wow. What an image.😀 I do hope that you will have the chance to make me cry and beg for mercy, sometime soon. :tickle:
 
Awwwww... It would probably kill ya dear. 😀

MAN... Ya'll talk much junk on TMF, but no one... and I mean no one (ok, just one person) has been able to back it up. Excuses... Excuses!

Atlanta is a fun place to be during the summer. 😉

Save your pennies and take a vacation. Unless you are afraid.🙄

Sunrise
:Kiss2:
 
I posted a similar thread awhile about tough/cool girls who were as helpless as a baby when they were tickled. I remember this one girl in high school, Kris, who was part of the bad-ass crowd. She was tall, hot w/flaming red hair and long legs. Kris was into drugs(and no I'm not glorifying drug use, but back then I was stupid enough to think those people were "cool")she was wild, and was always partying, always getting into trouble, sometimes getting arrested. And she was ALWAYS barefoot. It could be 95 degrees, and she'd have no trouble walking on hot pavement, or gravel, barefoot. I on the other hand was a geek, so the only time I ever saw her was in class, and on the school bus(she lived close by) and she didn't even know I existed. One day I heard Kris laughing hysterically. I turned to see what was happening, and her, and her friend, Diane, were wrestling, just messing w/each other in those long school bus seats where you had enough room to stretch out and Diane apparently had Kris's legs trapped, and was ticking Kris's constantly bare feet. Kris, this super cool bad ass chick was laughing like a little baby, and Diane even said "Look all I have to do is touch her feet, and she can't take it. A few more times that year, Diane tickled Kris' feet(Diane tickled a lot of people - she may be one of us), and each time Kris laughed and jerked her feet away. It was good to know even the "cool" girls were ticklish
 
You don't have to worry about me...Atlanta's way too hot in the summer for me. The thought of all that heat and humidity without a sea breeze? Atlanta's out LOL
 
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