ticklishscribe
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Between a Tickle and a Hard Place.
Inspired by Kristina,
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2005.
It was simple, I was about to have several hours of nirvana in that of tickling my girlfriend Kristina, an absolutely adorable redhead with the most enchanting green eyes I'd ever seen. As I said I was about to tickle her and as I gazed upon her, tied spread-eagled on my bed, I wanted to dive right on top of her and get started. But I wanted to make this last as much as possible and so I had to play it sensual and cool.
And she was playing it with a great uneasiness as she was intensely ticklish. She was a five feet eight inch solid tickle spot. Everywhere you looked upon her was ticklish and the hotspot of them all was her feet which were so intense. In fact, I had to do was to say the word feet and she was hysterical complete with intense bucking and writhing.
My god she looked so hot in her long sleeved grey t-shirt, jeans that showed off her bum, and her feet , teasing me in their beige socks and birkenstock sandals. I wanted those feet right now, but as I said I had to play it sensual and cool.
She was eyeing me cautiously and I could see the occasional squirm, which made me giggle quietly to myself. She was so psyched up for this she was like a tight watch spring ready to explode. She was in the palm of my hand and on the verge of having conniptions. To see how psyched up she was, I wanted to try a little test. I like to tease her, by telling her things that I'm going to do to her, but never really do them to her. Having that in mind, I pulled out a three ring binder and began leafing through it.
"What are you doing she asked?" Eying me with intense look. "Why do you need that binder?"
"This." I announced, still leafing through it. "Is my finitely exquisite plan for your tickle, all laid out in illustrated detail. It has taken me weeks to prepare it."
She was now craning her head her head to see the pages and I could tell that she would trade almost anything to read this book. She looked so ticklishly awesome, I was bulging at the seams with one bulge making itself very plainly known and I knew I had to keep that one in check. I wanted to just tickle her and really get her good too. She seemed to know that and never took her eyes off me. This pleased me no end, as I almost felt that I held her sanity in my hands and I took the moment to wriggle her sandaled feet. This brought a flurry of writhing from both feet and i thoroughly delighted in their reaction. But, I would be leaving them for awhile as I wanted to save them for last.
Sitting on the left side of the bed by her upper body I looked deep into her green eyes, trying to read what they were saying. What I could see, but which was not in her eyes, was the fact that she was shivering. My bulge was shivering too and I once more had to keep it in check. I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on her lips, quickly followed by another. Her lips quivered under mine and I could tell that her mind was imagining all sorts of things. Probably the most important being, where would I strike first. That was on my mind too as while I had already planned her tickle, seeing her all tied to my bed blew those plans out of my mind and I was now trying to regain at least some of them. I needed to plan her tickle as I wanted to do it right and get the most out her in her reactions. And that plan included what she was wearing as I had to make her clothes work for me. Her grey cotton long sleeved shirt would be easy to tickle through and I decided to begin with her armpits.
She looked up at me with piteous puppy eyes and I almost didn’t want to tickle her. But the time had come and I gave her one last sensual kiss. Hovering my fingers over her armpits, I watched as she squirmed and looked at each arm as she tried to bring it down. She desperately wanted to close her arms to protect her pits, and I quietly giggled at her misfortune. My fingers slowly connected with her pits and instantly she clenched her eyes shut and shivered like crazy. I hadn't even laid one stroke on her and already she was reacting intensely. This was beyond me wildest dreams and I wanted to make the most of it.
And so the time had come and as I gave her the first strokes, she arched her back, writhed and started giggling right away. The giggles soon turned to cackles and I delighted in the fact that this was right at the beginning, making the rest of her long tickle even more fun. If she had these intense reactions to my tickling her armpits, how would she react when I tickled her feet. This was an image I was eagerly salivating over and I had to tell myself that I was saving her feet till last.
I made sure that the outer edges of her pits got just as much attention as the deep recesses did. I added to her torment by straddling her and her keeping her writhing waist in check, continuing to stroke those virgin armpits and watching her go out of her mind. I was thoroughly enjoying this and sought out the deepest recesses and made sure that every nook and cranny was tickled to the max.
She squealed as I suddenly surprised her with some vigorous vibrating, which I ran lush and rampant on her right pit. This made her squeal again then laugh her head off and I could see how desperately she wanted to bring her arms down and how it was driving her crazy that she couldn't. This thoroughly delighted me even more and I was wanting to make the most of it. After all, how often could I or would I get her in this position. I delighted in vibrating my fingers in the centre of her pits and her jerking upward, to try and get away from it. I moved my hands slowly down her armpits and also began rubbing the top of her ribcage as well. With that came another eruption and bucking wildly. Even with me on her waist, she was still able to thrust her chest in the air and was again beginning to scream with laughter. All the while I continued to dig my fingers into her armpits and the top of her ribcage.
I must confess that while I thoroughly love tickling feet, I like tickling armpits and ribs and concentrated on them, digging and stroking my way up and down. I pushed my fingers in and wriggled them inside her underarms, vibrating them like crazy. And without missing a beat I then placed my fingertips squarely on her ribcage and began to rub vigorously. This was heaven to me and I totally made the most of it. She immediately began bucking and screaming again, and I continued to straddle her. Her head still rocked from side to side and I could now really feel her volcanic movement underneath. The bucking movement was now at a full vengeance, and I had to steady myself to keep from falling off.
I then put all ten of my fingers on her top right rib and pressing lightly, I began sliding them back and forth beginning to explore every millimetre. She squirmed as much as the bonds would let her and continued to laugh. With that, I dug my fingers into her ribs and she erupted with more full-bore laughter and intense bucking. I let my fingers once again make contact with both sides of her ribcage, and she bucked so hard I could feel the bed move. She pounded the pillow with her head, going into ticklish convulsions and writhed frantically. My fingers again came down on both sides of her ribcage just outside her breasts. Then, slowly and sensuously, I began moving them up toward her armpits again, tickling the bare, white skin. She was going wild in her bondage and laughing helplessly. I made sure to run my fingers up and down her helpless torso, concentrating on up to her hypersensitive armpits, then down along the equally sensitive ribs, really working over her spasmodic ribcage, then back up to her armpits again.
She was busting a gut in laughter and writhing and I was taking it all in. I was in heaven at her reactions and was salivating at the fact that they would double when I got to her feet. As I mentioned her feet were her worst spot and even if I merely mentioned the word feet. And those feet were driving me out of my mind and so I felt it was now time for the main event.
"Time for a rest." I said stopping and watching her laughter subside into spurts of spasmodic giggling. Her entire body rolled slowly from side to side, her chest rising and falling like the pounding surf. Her head moved slower now and spasmodic giggles echoed from deep inside of her.
I was delighted in that I had her complete attention as I knew that I had her senses in the palm of my hand. She watched as I got off the bed then sat at the end of it. She knew her feet were next and she writhed them all over. But I like to tease and so I calmly grabbed the left one and held it fast. Wriggling her foot I giggled evilly and slowly whispered the word tickle. I was determined to give her size 8's and their high arches a good workout. I was also determined to give her toes a good game of the piggies as they were so slender and exquisitely delicious to wriggle. It was then that I got an evil idea.
I smiled at her and got off the chair I was sitting on, came up beside her and opened the bedside table drawer. The other day I had been reading a tickling story and had gotten an idea from it. I quietly pulled out a ski mask, of which I had painted the lens black and held it on front of her. Right away she knew she what I had in mind and squirmed and writhed all over. But with her limited movement I was easily able to put the mask over her eyes. Her head moved even more now as she tried to manoeuvre the mask off her head, but to no avail.
I now gazed at her feet, clothed in beige socks and sandals then slowly teased the Velcro straps. I love sandals with Velcro straps because of the noise they make when you undo them. The shredding sound they make when a strap is slowly peeled back, really drives my lees crazy, as they know the tickling is imminent and there’s nothing they can do about it. And so it was time for the shredding. I giggled quietly and evilly then wrapped my right arm around her right ankle and gripped her foot by the heel. Instantly I could feel her foot spasm and begin to writhe and she began gutturally begging and pleading for me to leave her feet alone.
The first strap shredded easily and the shredding noise was driving her absolutely crazy as she continued to gutturally beg and plead. I made a point of undoing the second strap even more slowly, letting the shredding sound really sink into her conscience and play havoc with her now equally shredding senses. Undoing the strap all the way, I let go of her foot and watched as it flailed all over. I cautioned her not to flail too much as her sandal might just fly off her foot. Instantly she clenched her toes and I giggled quietly as I knew that any scrunching wouldn't do any good. Grabbing her sandal by its sole I also grabbed the heel strap, then wriggled it off her heel. Pulling on it I made sure that the heel strap dragged itself over her heel and up her sole. Her sensitive foot writhed and shot out of the sandal and I quietly giggled again. Holding up the sandal as a trophy, I then tossed it away and her foot flailed and writhed all over. I grabbed the toes of the foot and slowly bent them back, taking my sweet time in doing so, I was amazed at the power in her foot as it tenaciously fought the bending, but I was finally able to bend them back. I slithered a single finger inside her sock and began to slowly slide it up and over heel.
She was in overdrive, with continuous bucking and arching her back almost to the breaking point, continuous guttural begging and pleading and her feet intensely writhing. I held the foot firm and continued the slow and intensely torturous peeling. I was admiring her sole as it became exposed before me and it was here that I was getting another look at one of her oh so tender high arches that always left me in a state of ticklish wanting. Now the whole arch was revealed and I was in total ecstasy and I won't even mention the bulge. Her foot was really writhing as I now revealed her tender instep and soft pad under the toes. It was at this point I stopped the peeling and let go of her foot, which continued to writhe. I began a game of catch as catch can with her sock covered toes and was peeling the sock off them a bit at a time with each grab. She was hysterical at this point, knowing that her sock was imminently going to come off and that her extremely and intensely ticklish bare foot was going to be tickled. Suddenly the sock was completely off and like her sandal, I held it high as though it were a trophy. This was it, the moment had arrived and the ticklish mother lode that I had been seeking was now mine and ready for tickling. I savoured her bare sole with its arch and slender toes for a moment then reached for a feather and gripped her foot again.
Instantly her toes spasmed and splayed out all over the place and she writhed all over. This feather was now setting it sights on her foot and I stroked the tips in one direction then stroked the soft pads underneath in the other direction. When I did this she clenched her toes and tried to wrestle her foot away from my grasp. I was all evil giggles as I watched this, and increased my grip on her foot. She was all giggles too and her writhing was continuous, as the feather played havoc with her slender toes. The bed was moving once more and her entire body was heaving. I now began to play havoc with each of her toes, stroking the tips and in between. Every time her toes would splay out, I would dip the feather in between them and tickle the supple joint. This would set her off with further giggles and writhing and this would delight me no end.
Then suddenly I stopped and she again took in as much air as she could get, not knowing how long this unexpected break would last. This break abruptly came to an end, when a gave her a flicker of short strokes on her arch with the quill end of the feather, which started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. I delighted in this and continued short stroking, only now I stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. First a few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, I bent the toes back and stroked under them, then the instep of the foot and finally the arch. I could see her writhing was intense once more and I further delighted in this, then changed the order of my targets and my way of stroking. This unexpected cornucopia of strokes and targets was driving her insane and her guttural cackles were now constant. She now cackled even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds. I continued the fast and short strokes on her arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin. I now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased my speed. I could feel all of her remaining strength being put into her foot and I had to increase my grip to keep it still. She was almost at the end of her rope and she couldn't even push out the words to beg me to stop, she was cackling so hard.
I could tell by her writhing and her intense cackling, that my fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. Every micrometer of her skin was being stroked to the max and I could tell that she was feeling each stroke ten times over. My fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in her tender arch. I knew that she was definitely on the edge and I congratulated myself for keeping her there for so long. Then, I suddenly stopped tickling and she once more took in air. I got off her left leg ad then straddled the right one. Her foot instant flailed and writhed around and I knew that there was more fun in catching it. Again the shredding caused her to react violently and she desperately tried to free her foot from my grip. I tried to peel away the straps of her sandal as slow as possible, to really test her senses, but now the time had come to remove the sandal and I was going to make the most of it. Clenched toes or not it was coming off and as I wriggled it, she became physically hysterical again. The thud of her sandal hitting the floor made her even more physically hysterical and I loved every minute of it. She was really physically hysterical now, as she knew that her sock was next. I giggled evilly and told her that perhaps I should tickle both feet at once.
She was promising me anything if I wouldn't tickle her feet anymore, promising me that I could tickle her anywhere else I chose, only not her feet. I giggled evilly as she put all of her strength into freeing her foot and again tried to pull it away from my grip. Her slender toes were clenched hard, in a last ditch effort to keep themselves from being tickled and I had to pry each toe back.
I told her that she could clench her toes all she wanted, giggled evilly Then told her she couldn't clench her foot and that her sole was now all mine, complete with that deliciously high and oh so tender looking arch. She was now repeatedly bucking on the bed, straining at the bonds that held her and frantically begging and pleading for me not to tickle her feet. Every ounce of strength she had left was being used to free her foot from its imminent torment. I now gazed at her deliciously adorable foot; feeling the power in it and watching it writhe in my grip.
To really tease her, I told her that I wasn't going to tickle right away, that I had a good game of the piggies in mind first. With that in mind I used two fingers, gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but my grip was firm and the toe was mine.
"This little piggy was the first to get tickled." I told her, giggling evilly and sensually teasingly tweaking and twisting the toe. I felt the greatest satisfaction as she went wild under me. I had to grip her foot even more tightly to keep it still as she was ballistic. I grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, then once more sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted it
"This little piggy was the next to get tickled."
She continued to go wild under me, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe."
She begged me to not stroke her foot; begged me to cease the torture that I was giving her.
"But I've only just started playing the piggies." I replied, giggling evilly and continuing to twist and tweak the tootsie. She was in ticklish abandon and let me know it through her wild struggles, laughter and begging. Her intense, guttural giggling, cackling and begging was almost one as she continued to writhe.
This little piggy" I said, grasping the middle toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy went to ticklish abandon and this little piggy had a ticklish conniption."
She was hysterical now, the bed was rocking and I was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that I had total control of her. To me, her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and I delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and he spent a little extra time on each toe.
"And this little piggy." I said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy is really going to get tickled, for staying clenched right to the end."
She was definitely out of control at this point and I was in total control. I felt so sorry for her, but at the same time I just had to make the most of it. I totally held her sanity in my hands and really let her know it in no uncertain terms. This was the tickle of tickles to me, the tickle that was far better that all the others combined. She was giving me the utmost in intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release and to really set her off, I wriggled the baby toe again.
I suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and could hear her laboured breath. I could tell that she was on the edge and I wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." I announced, then suddenly reached out and wriggled her left foot again
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She was so hysterical, her speech was so illegible and she continued writhing her feet all over. If I didn't know her absolute week spot, I would have sworn that she was her highest state of hysteria.
"Time for some tickles." I announced, cupping my right hand under her right heel then firmly gripping the foot. She went wild under me, begging for me not to do this and again promising me that I could tickle her anywhere else. My response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense giggling to cackling and violent writhing. Her head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. A foot that was, in my view, simply going nowhere.
I picked up the feather again and then slowly brought it closer and closer to her again curling and clenching toes. The feather's tendrils met with her big toe and ballet danced all over the soft pad. Her big toes spasmed and all of her toes began to writhe all over the place. I had taken her foot to another level and had given myself more power over it. Reversing the feather, I now began to break dance the shaft up and down the full length of her sole. As I remembered from the times before, her reaction pleased me no end, still more giggling and cackling laughter complete with intense writhing came from her. Now the time was right for her absolute week spot and the technique that devastated it. I gripped the heel of her foot and held it rock solid still, then made many rapid half inch strokes with the quill, right between the top of the arch and the ball. The result totally blew my mind with ecstasy as she cackled to the point of screaming and writhed so intensely, I thought she was going to break the bed. I was in seventh heaven and she was in seventh hell and I made the most of it by continuing the lightning short strokes. I had the perfect spot and the perfect tickle technique to use on it and she was almost insane in her reactions. I could imagine her entire nervous system, hanging on by a tenuous thread and perfectly happy to let go.
This was the moment I had been seeking for so long and this was the moment that she had been dreading for so long. The cackles had now given away to screaming cackles and her writhing was so off the scale it was unbelievable. I almost felt sorry for her, but I was having too much fun to stop. But a little voice in the back on my head was telling me that she needed a break and so I stopped. I told her that it was now time to relax her a bit and suggested that a massage was in order. But first I needed the bathroom.
I had time to think of the awesome time I had just had and couldn't wait for round two. Standing off to one side of the bedroom doorway, I watched as her chest heaved and she squirmed on the bed. She was now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of her sweat marks from her body could be seen on the mattress. She was almost totally exhausted, both physically and psychologically. Her nerve endings and nervous system had never known such torment and I could tell that they were still reeling. I calmly entered the bedroom and looked at her.
Returning to her left leg and foot, I resumed my position and gripped her foot once more. Instantly the intense writhing returned along with the begging and pleading and once more I giggled evilly. Picking up a massage vibrator, I turned it on and its humming resonated throughout the room.
"Oh my god, what is that?" Her back arched and the rest of her body followed suit.
"It's time for your massage." I said laughing, and then lowered the vibrator to stop within millimetres of her toes; those toes now curling once more. I was about to take her and her feet to a new level of tickling and I could sense that once the vibrator met with her toes, she would be off the wall hysterically again. Touching her toes with the vibrator I was very pleased as she proved me right.
"I can see a reflexology session would be wasted on you." I moved the vibrator down her sole and rested it on the joints between her toes and foot. The resulting action had her again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed and this delighted me no end. Moving the vibrator further down, I rested it on the pad below her joints and again felt her foot come unglued under me. I firmed up my grip on the situation and moving the vibrator still further down, I entered her arch and slowly moved it across the ultra-sensitive skin. It was back to the ultimate hotspot and with another tool to use on it.
I cruised the vibe up and down her sole; meandering in the tender arch and taking extra care to make her toes spasm. She was practically in silent laughter now and I watched her foot spasmed and strained to get away from the fiendish vibrator. I turned the vibe off and began raking and revving five fingers over her sole. Instantly she went ballistic again and her silent laughter dissolved into frantic giggles to cackling once more. Her writhing equally matched her laughter as she thrashed about and bucked intensely.
Then once again, I stopped as suddenly as I started, but she continued to writhe, but her cackles turned to giggles again. Once again I began to play piggies with her toes and instantly the cackles returned along with the writhing.
"Another game of the piggies." I announced, beginning to pull her big toe back. "Hello little piggies." I giggled evilly as I said it and she writhed her foot all over. One hand firmly held her heel and two firm fingers of the other grabbed her big toe and began more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. The wildcat within her was unleashed again and the power in her foot was unbelievable. I tweaked one piggy after another and she writhed all over clenching her toes. Each time she would clench her toes I would simply stroke her sole from heel to toes and they would unclench again. I would then grab the next toe and continue twisting and tweaking and this was driving her wild and the bed was rocking all over. Her guttural laughter was music to my ears and I continued stroking, twisting and tweaking.
I reached for the vibe again and kept it on her spasming toes and followed their frenzied movement effortlessly. Then suddenly I stopped again, and the room got quiet except for her subsiding writhing. She jumped even more when she felt me kissing her left big toe and as my lips met her other toes, she began writhing again. I held her foot in both hands and my kisses turned to nibbles, with each toe being the cuisine to nibble on. I made sure my nibbling was sensual and her toes tried to clench once more, but with my mouth around them, she couldn't. She jumped, squealed then giggled and writhed all over and again I delighted in her reactions. My tongue was warm and incessant as it slipped in between her toes and she writhed as it slithered around. I continued to hold her foot still and continued nibbling as her giggles turned to cackles and her writhing became more intense once more.
I had her right where I wanted her and I was in seventh heaven because of it. But my little voice was again telling me that she needed a break and so I reluctantly stopped.
She was trying to find air, trying to regain her sanity and hold herself together. I reached out and gave a single quick stroke to each sole, causing more writhing, and more giggling to cackling. I could tell that her senses were on the highest alert possible and I loved it. To really test her senses I stopped and rustled some papers. She squealed and writhed some more, begging me to stop.
"And why should I stop?" I replied. "I'm only up to page two of your tickle."
Inspired by Kristina,
Written by Ticklishscribe,
c. 2005.
It was simple, I was about to have several hours of nirvana in that of tickling my girlfriend Kristina, an absolutely adorable redhead with the most enchanting green eyes I'd ever seen. As I said I was about to tickle her and as I gazed upon her, tied spread-eagled on my bed, I wanted to dive right on top of her and get started. But I wanted to make this last as much as possible and so I had to play it sensual and cool.
And she was playing it with a great uneasiness as she was intensely ticklish. She was a five feet eight inch solid tickle spot. Everywhere you looked upon her was ticklish and the hotspot of them all was her feet which were so intense. In fact, I had to do was to say the word feet and she was hysterical complete with intense bucking and writhing.
My god she looked so hot in her long sleeved grey t-shirt, jeans that showed off her bum, and her feet , teasing me in their beige socks and birkenstock sandals. I wanted those feet right now, but as I said I had to play it sensual and cool.
She was eyeing me cautiously and I could see the occasional squirm, which made me giggle quietly to myself. She was so psyched up for this she was like a tight watch spring ready to explode. She was in the palm of my hand and on the verge of having conniptions. To see how psyched up she was, I wanted to try a little test. I like to tease her, by telling her things that I'm going to do to her, but never really do them to her. Having that in mind, I pulled out a three ring binder and began leafing through it.
"What are you doing she asked?" Eying me with intense look. "Why do you need that binder?"
"This." I announced, still leafing through it. "Is my finitely exquisite plan for your tickle, all laid out in illustrated detail. It has taken me weeks to prepare it."
She was now craning her head her head to see the pages and I could tell that she would trade almost anything to read this book. She looked so ticklishly awesome, I was bulging at the seams with one bulge making itself very plainly known and I knew I had to keep that one in check. I wanted to just tickle her and really get her good too. She seemed to know that and never took her eyes off me. This pleased me no end, as I almost felt that I held her sanity in my hands and I took the moment to wriggle her sandaled feet. This brought a flurry of writhing from both feet and i thoroughly delighted in their reaction. But, I would be leaving them for awhile as I wanted to save them for last.
Sitting on the left side of the bed by her upper body I looked deep into her green eyes, trying to read what they were saying. What I could see, but which was not in her eyes, was the fact that she was shivering. My bulge was shivering too and I once more had to keep it in check. I leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on her lips, quickly followed by another. Her lips quivered under mine and I could tell that her mind was imagining all sorts of things. Probably the most important being, where would I strike first. That was on my mind too as while I had already planned her tickle, seeing her all tied to my bed blew those plans out of my mind and I was now trying to regain at least some of them. I needed to plan her tickle as I wanted to do it right and get the most out her in her reactions. And that plan included what she was wearing as I had to make her clothes work for me. Her grey cotton long sleeved shirt would be easy to tickle through and I decided to begin with her armpits.
She looked up at me with piteous puppy eyes and I almost didn’t want to tickle her. But the time had come and I gave her one last sensual kiss. Hovering my fingers over her armpits, I watched as she squirmed and looked at each arm as she tried to bring it down. She desperately wanted to close her arms to protect her pits, and I quietly giggled at her misfortune. My fingers slowly connected with her pits and instantly she clenched her eyes shut and shivered like crazy. I hadn't even laid one stroke on her and already she was reacting intensely. This was beyond me wildest dreams and I wanted to make the most of it.
And so the time had come and as I gave her the first strokes, she arched her back, writhed and started giggling right away. The giggles soon turned to cackles and I delighted in the fact that this was right at the beginning, making the rest of her long tickle even more fun. If she had these intense reactions to my tickling her armpits, how would she react when I tickled her feet. This was an image I was eagerly salivating over and I had to tell myself that I was saving her feet till last.
I made sure that the outer edges of her pits got just as much attention as the deep recesses did. I added to her torment by straddling her and her keeping her writhing waist in check, continuing to stroke those virgin armpits and watching her go out of her mind. I was thoroughly enjoying this and sought out the deepest recesses and made sure that every nook and cranny was tickled to the max.
She squealed as I suddenly surprised her with some vigorous vibrating, which I ran lush and rampant on her right pit. This made her squeal again then laugh her head off and I could see how desperately she wanted to bring her arms down and how it was driving her crazy that she couldn't. This thoroughly delighted me even more and I was wanting to make the most of it. After all, how often could I or would I get her in this position. I delighted in vibrating my fingers in the centre of her pits and her jerking upward, to try and get away from it. I moved my hands slowly down her armpits and also began rubbing the top of her ribcage as well. With that came another eruption and bucking wildly. Even with me on her waist, she was still able to thrust her chest in the air and was again beginning to scream with laughter. All the while I continued to dig my fingers into her armpits and the top of her ribcage.
I must confess that while I thoroughly love tickling feet, I like tickling armpits and ribs and concentrated on them, digging and stroking my way up and down. I pushed my fingers in and wriggled them inside her underarms, vibrating them like crazy. And without missing a beat I then placed my fingertips squarely on her ribcage and began to rub vigorously. This was heaven to me and I totally made the most of it. She immediately began bucking and screaming again, and I continued to straddle her. Her head still rocked from side to side and I could now really feel her volcanic movement underneath. The bucking movement was now at a full vengeance, and I had to steady myself to keep from falling off.
I then put all ten of my fingers on her top right rib and pressing lightly, I began sliding them back and forth beginning to explore every millimetre. She squirmed as much as the bonds would let her and continued to laugh. With that, I dug my fingers into her ribs and she erupted with more full-bore laughter and intense bucking. I let my fingers once again make contact with both sides of her ribcage, and she bucked so hard I could feel the bed move. She pounded the pillow with her head, going into ticklish convulsions and writhed frantically. My fingers again came down on both sides of her ribcage just outside her breasts. Then, slowly and sensuously, I began moving them up toward her armpits again, tickling the bare, white skin. She was going wild in her bondage and laughing helplessly. I made sure to run my fingers up and down her helpless torso, concentrating on up to her hypersensitive armpits, then down along the equally sensitive ribs, really working over her spasmodic ribcage, then back up to her armpits again.
She was busting a gut in laughter and writhing and I was taking it all in. I was in heaven at her reactions and was salivating at the fact that they would double when I got to her feet. As I mentioned her feet were her worst spot and even if I merely mentioned the word feet. And those feet were driving me out of my mind and so I felt it was now time for the main event.
"Time for a rest." I said stopping and watching her laughter subside into spurts of spasmodic giggling. Her entire body rolled slowly from side to side, her chest rising and falling like the pounding surf. Her head moved slower now and spasmodic giggles echoed from deep inside of her.
I was delighted in that I had her complete attention as I knew that I had her senses in the palm of my hand. She watched as I got off the bed then sat at the end of it. She knew her feet were next and she writhed them all over. But I like to tease and so I calmly grabbed the left one and held it fast. Wriggling her foot I giggled evilly and slowly whispered the word tickle. I was determined to give her size 8's and their high arches a good workout. I was also determined to give her toes a good game of the piggies as they were so slender and exquisitely delicious to wriggle. It was then that I got an evil idea.
I smiled at her and got off the chair I was sitting on, came up beside her and opened the bedside table drawer. The other day I had been reading a tickling story and had gotten an idea from it. I quietly pulled out a ski mask, of which I had painted the lens black and held it on front of her. Right away she knew she what I had in mind and squirmed and writhed all over. But with her limited movement I was easily able to put the mask over her eyes. Her head moved even more now as she tried to manoeuvre the mask off her head, but to no avail.
I now gazed at her feet, clothed in beige socks and sandals then slowly teased the Velcro straps. I love sandals with Velcro straps because of the noise they make when you undo them. The shredding sound they make when a strap is slowly peeled back, really drives my lees crazy, as they know the tickling is imminent and there’s nothing they can do about it. And so it was time for the shredding. I giggled quietly and evilly then wrapped my right arm around her right ankle and gripped her foot by the heel. Instantly I could feel her foot spasm and begin to writhe and she began gutturally begging and pleading for me to leave her feet alone.
The first strap shredded easily and the shredding noise was driving her absolutely crazy as she continued to gutturally beg and plead. I made a point of undoing the second strap even more slowly, letting the shredding sound really sink into her conscience and play havoc with her now equally shredding senses. Undoing the strap all the way, I let go of her foot and watched as it flailed all over. I cautioned her not to flail too much as her sandal might just fly off her foot. Instantly she clenched her toes and I giggled quietly as I knew that any scrunching wouldn't do any good. Grabbing her sandal by its sole I also grabbed the heel strap, then wriggled it off her heel. Pulling on it I made sure that the heel strap dragged itself over her heel and up her sole. Her sensitive foot writhed and shot out of the sandal and I quietly giggled again. Holding up the sandal as a trophy, I then tossed it away and her foot flailed and writhed all over. I grabbed the toes of the foot and slowly bent them back, taking my sweet time in doing so, I was amazed at the power in her foot as it tenaciously fought the bending, but I was finally able to bend them back. I slithered a single finger inside her sock and began to slowly slide it up and over heel.
She was in overdrive, with continuous bucking and arching her back almost to the breaking point, continuous guttural begging and pleading and her feet intensely writhing. I held the foot firm and continued the slow and intensely torturous peeling. I was admiring her sole as it became exposed before me and it was here that I was getting another look at one of her oh so tender high arches that always left me in a state of ticklish wanting. Now the whole arch was revealed and I was in total ecstasy and I won't even mention the bulge. Her foot was really writhing as I now revealed her tender instep and soft pad under the toes. It was at this point I stopped the peeling and let go of her foot, which continued to writhe. I began a game of catch as catch can with her sock covered toes and was peeling the sock off them a bit at a time with each grab. She was hysterical at this point, knowing that her sock was imminently going to come off and that her extremely and intensely ticklish bare foot was going to be tickled. Suddenly the sock was completely off and like her sandal, I held it high as though it were a trophy. This was it, the moment had arrived and the ticklish mother lode that I had been seeking was now mine and ready for tickling. I savoured her bare sole with its arch and slender toes for a moment then reached for a feather and gripped her foot again.
Instantly her toes spasmed and splayed out all over the place and she writhed all over. This feather was now setting it sights on her foot and I stroked the tips in one direction then stroked the soft pads underneath in the other direction. When I did this she clenched her toes and tried to wrestle her foot away from my grasp. I was all evil giggles as I watched this, and increased my grip on her foot. She was all giggles too and her writhing was continuous, as the feather played havoc with her slender toes. The bed was moving once more and her entire body was heaving. I now began to play havoc with each of her toes, stroking the tips and in between. Every time her toes would splay out, I would dip the feather in between them and tickle the supple joint. This would set her off with further giggles and writhing and this would delight me no end.
Then suddenly I stopped and she again took in as much air as she could get, not knowing how long this unexpected break would last. This break abruptly came to an end, when a gave her a flicker of short strokes on her arch with the quill end of the feather, which started her cackling again and she once more writhed intensely. I delighted in this and continued short stroking, only now I stroked sporadically, keeping her off guard and at an extremely heightened sensitivity. First a few strokes on the heel, then the ball of the foot, I bent the toes back and stroked under them, then the instep of the foot and finally the arch. I could see her writhing was intense once more and I further delighted in this, then changed the order of my targets and my way of stroking. This unexpected cornucopia of strokes and targets was driving her insane and her guttural cackles were now constant. She now cackled even louder as she felt several lighting fast short strokes in the very centre of her arch and her foot writhed intensely. She bucked, arched her back and once again strained at her bonds. I continued the fast and short strokes on her arch and delighted in the soft spasming skin. I now moved the strokes upward to the soft pad under the toes and increased my speed. I could feel all of her remaining strength being put into her foot and I had to increase my grip to keep it still. She was almost at the end of her rope and she couldn't even push out the words to beg me to stop, she was cackling so hard.
I could tell by her writhing and her intense cackling, that my fingers on her foot were agony and her arch was getting hotter by the minute. Every micrometer of her skin was being stroked to the max and I could tell that she was feeling each stroke ten times over. My fingers traveled from heel to toes and back again, taking a few merciless moments to rake and rev them in her tender arch. I knew that she was definitely on the edge and I congratulated myself for keeping her there for so long. Then, I suddenly stopped tickling and she once more took in air. I got off her left leg ad then straddled the right one. Her foot instant flailed and writhed around and I knew that there was more fun in catching it. Again the shredding caused her to react violently and she desperately tried to free her foot from my grip. I tried to peel away the straps of her sandal as slow as possible, to really test her senses, but now the time had come to remove the sandal and I was going to make the most of it. Clenched toes or not it was coming off and as I wriggled it, she became physically hysterical again. The thud of her sandal hitting the floor made her even more physically hysterical and I loved every minute of it. She was really physically hysterical now, as she knew that her sock was next. I giggled evilly and told her that perhaps I should tickle both feet at once.
She was promising me anything if I wouldn't tickle her feet anymore, promising me that I could tickle her anywhere else I chose, only not her feet. I giggled evilly as she put all of her strength into freeing her foot and again tried to pull it away from my grip. Her slender toes were clenched hard, in a last ditch effort to keep themselves from being tickled and I had to pry each toe back.
I told her that she could clench her toes all she wanted, giggled evilly Then told her she couldn't clench her foot and that her sole was now all mine, complete with that deliciously high and oh so tender looking arch. She was now repeatedly bucking on the bed, straining at the bonds that held her and frantically begging and pleading for me not to tickle her feet. Every ounce of strength she had left was being used to free her foot from its imminent torment. I now gazed at her deliciously adorable foot; feeling the power in it and watching it writhe in my grip.
To really tease her, I told her that I wasn't going to tickle right away, that I had a good game of the piggies in mind first. With that in mind I used two fingers, gripped her big toe and slowly bent it back. She fought hard to clench it, but my grip was firm and the toe was mine.
"This little piggy was the first to get tickled." I told her, giggling evilly and sensually teasingly tweaking and twisting the toe. I felt the greatest satisfaction as she went wild under me. I had to grip her foot even more tightly to keep it still as she was ballistic. I grasped the second toe and slowly wriggled it unclenched, then once more sensually and teasingly tweaked and twisted it
"This little piggy was the next to get tickled."
She continued to go wild under me, bucking madly, and intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release.
"My. My, such a ticklish little toe."
She begged me to not stroke her foot; begged me to cease the torture that I was giving her.
"But I've only just started playing the piggies." I replied, giggling evilly and continuing to twist and tweak the tootsie. She was in ticklish abandon and let me know it through her wild struggles, laughter and begging. Her intense, guttural giggling, cackling and begging was almost one as she continued to writhe.
This little piggy" I said, grasping the middle toe and unclenching it like the others. "This little piggy went to ticklish abandon and this little piggy had a ticklish conniption."
She was hysterical now, the bed was rocking and I was delighting in every second of her tickle, delighting in the fact that she was out of control and that I had total control of her. To me, her toes were unbelievably virginally soft and supple and I delighted with every touch. The soft skin was heavenly to feel and he spent a little extra time on each toe.
"And this little piggy." I said with evil relish, slowly and torturously unclenching the baby toe followed by more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. This little baby piggy is really going to get tickled, for staying clenched right to the end."
She was definitely out of control at this point and I was in total control. I felt so sorry for her, but at the same time I just had to make the most of it. I totally held her sanity in my hands and really let her know it in no uncertain terms. This was the tickle of tickles to me, the tickle that was far better that all the others combined. She was giving me the utmost in intense guttural giggling to cackling and begging for release and to really set her off, I wriggled the baby toe again.
I suddenly stopped playing piggies with her toes and could hear her laboured breath. I could tell that she was on the edge and I wanted to keep there for as long as possible.
"I'll save the other five toes for another game of piggies later." I announced, then suddenly reached out and wriggled her left foot again
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She was so hysterical, her speech was so illegible and she continued writhing her feet all over. If I didn't know her absolute week spot, I would have sworn that she was her highest state of hysteria.
"Time for some tickles." I announced, cupping my right hand under her right heel then firmly gripping the foot. She went wild under me, begging for me not to do this and again promising me that I could tickle her anywhere else. My response was a quick spider tickle up the spasming sole, bringing sudden but more intense giggling to cackling and violent writhing. Her head and bum repeatedly pounded the mattress and she again put all of her strength into freeing her foot. A foot that was, in my view, simply going nowhere.
I picked up the feather again and then slowly brought it closer and closer to her again curling and clenching toes. The feather's tendrils met with her big toe and ballet danced all over the soft pad. Her big toes spasmed and all of her toes began to writhe all over the place. I had taken her foot to another level and had given myself more power over it. Reversing the feather, I now began to break dance the shaft up and down the full length of her sole. As I remembered from the times before, her reaction pleased me no end, still more giggling and cackling laughter complete with intense writhing came from her. Now the time was right for her absolute week spot and the technique that devastated it. I gripped the heel of her foot and held it rock solid still, then made many rapid half inch strokes with the quill, right between the top of the arch and the ball. The result totally blew my mind with ecstasy as she cackled to the point of screaming and writhed so intensely, I thought she was going to break the bed. I was in seventh heaven and she was in seventh hell and I made the most of it by continuing the lightning short strokes. I had the perfect spot and the perfect tickle technique to use on it and she was almost insane in her reactions. I could imagine her entire nervous system, hanging on by a tenuous thread and perfectly happy to let go.
This was the moment I had been seeking for so long and this was the moment that she had been dreading for so long. The cackles had now given away to screaming cackles and her writhing was so off the scale it was unbelievable. I almost felt sorry for her, but I was having too much fun to stop. But a little voice in the back on my head was telling me that she needed a break and so I stopped. I told her that it was now time to relax her a bit and suggested that a massage was in order. But first I needed the bathroom.
I had time to think of the awesome time I had just had and couldn't wait for round two. Standing off to one side of the bedroom doorway, I watched as her chest heaved and she squirmed on the bed. She was now fully drenched in sweat and an outline of her sweat marks from her body could be seen on the mattress. She was almost totally exhausted, both physically and psychologically. Her nerve endings and nervous system had never known such torment and I could tell that they were still reeling. I calmly entered the bedroom and looked at her.
Returning to her left leg and foot, I resumed my position and gripped her foot once more. Instantly the intense writhing returned along with the begging and pleading and once more I giggled evilly. Picking up a massage vibrator, I turned it on and its humming resonated throughout the room.
"Oh my god, what is that?" Her back arched and the rest of her body followed suit.
"It's time for your massage." I said laughing, and then lowered the vibrator to stop within millimetres of her toes; those toes now curling once more. I was about to take her and her feet to a new level of tickling and I could sense that once the vibrator met with her toes, she would be off the wall hysterically again. Touching her toes with the vibrator I was very pleased as she proved me right.
"I can see a reflexology session would be wasted on you." I moved the vibrator down her sole and rested it on the joints between her toes and foot. The resulting action had her again explode with jagged laughter and frantic movements on the bed and this delighted me no end. Moving the vibrator further down, I rested it on the pad below her joints and again felt her foot come unglued under me. I firmed up my grip on the situation and moving the vibrator still further down, I entered her arch and slowly moved it across the ultra-sensitive skin. It was back to the ultimate hotspot and with another tool to use on it.
I cruised the vibe up and down her sole; meandering in the tender arch and taking extra care to make her toes spasm. She was practically in silent laughter now and I watched her foot spasmed and strained to get away from the fiendish vibrator. I turned the vibe off and began raking and revving five fingers over her sole. Instantly she went ballistic again and her silent laughter dissolved into frantic giggles to cackling once more. Her writhing equally matched her laughter as she thrashed about and bucked intensely.
Then once again, I stopped as suddenly as I started, but she continued to writhe, but her cackles turned to giggles again. Once again I began to play piggies with her toes and instantly the cackles returned along with the writhing.
"Another game of the piggies." I announced, beginning to pull her big toe back. "Hello little piggies." I giggled evilly as I said it and she writhed her foot all over. One hand firmly held her heel and two firm fingers of the other grabbed her big toe and began more sensually, teasingly tweaking and twisting. The wildcat within her was unleashed again and the power in her foot was unbelievable. I tweaked one piggy after another and she writhed all over clenching her toes. Each time she would clench her toes I would simply stroke her sole from heel to toes and they would unclench again. I would then grab the next toe and continue twisting and tweaking and this was driving her wild and the bed was rocking all over. Her guttural laughter was music to my ears and I continued stroking, twisting and tweaking.
I reached for the vibe again and kept it on her spasming toes and followed their frenzied movement effortlessly. Then suddenly I stopped again, and the room got quiet except for her subsiding writhing. She jumped even more when she felt me kissing her left big toe and as my lips met her other toes, she began writhing again. I held her foot in both hands and my kisses turned to nibbles, with each toe being the cuisine to nibble on. I made sure my nibbling was sensual and her toes tried to clench once more, but with my mouth around them, she couldn't. She jumped, squealed then giggled and writhed all over and again I delighted in her reactions. My tongue was warm and incessant as it slipped in between her toes and she writhed as it slithered around. I continued to hold her foot still and continued nibbling as her giggles turned to cackles and her writhing became more intense once more.
I had her right where I wanted her and I was in seventh heaven because of it. But my little voice was again telling me that she needed a break and so I reluctantly stopped.
She was trying to find air, trying to regain her sanity and hold herself together. I reached out and gave a single quick stroke to each sole, causing more writhing, and more giggling to cackling. I could tell that her senses were on the highest alert possible and I loved it. To really test her senses I stopped and rustled some papers. She squealed and writhed some more, begging me to stop.
"And why should I stop?" I replied. "I'm only up to page two of your tickle."
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Thank you for sharing!!
