This is one of my favorite memories. I had a Teacher in High School, we’ll call her Ms M. She taught English and headed the Drama Club. These are the three times I got to tickle her feet.
1st Time.
We were riding on a school bus on our way back from an event in State College. We got bit of a late start and were riding along Ms. M’s husband was driving.
As it was a it later than we though I had been talking to Mr. M about sports, when I noticed everyone else on the bus had drifted off to sleep, including Ms. M. I told Mr. M I was going to sleep for a bit if he didn’t mind, which he didn’t.
I walked back to a seat right behind Ms.M, who I noticed laid down across the seat with her nylon encased feet pointing towards the isle. I also laid down but with my head facing her feet in the seat right behind her.
Her left foot hung off the bench. Her feet were a bit long, but well-shaped and very narrow. She was always running around the stage area in nylons which is why I agreed to work for her.
I laid down on the bench with my right hand sticking out just short of her foot. I checked her husband who was occupied with driving. So I slowly moved my hand closer and closer to her foot. I touched her foot and started to lightly tickle her arch.
After approximately 10 seconds or so, she moved her foot, rubbed it with her other foot. Then she placed the right foot where her left foot was. I repeated the process over and over again 3 times on each foot, until she pulled both feet out of reach.
2nd Time.
My favorite tickle came one day on the set. We were setting up for dress rehearsal, and Ms. M was on a tear. Even I couldn’t do anything right to her mind. She’d ask for 3 things and then complain when I didn’t get it done fast enough to suit her.
She was sitting on her haunches with her nylon feet hanging off the stage yelling at the crew, while I was running myself mad. I had just set the light’s and started to try them out and came up behind her.
Then I noticed her feet, just hanging there begging me to tickle them. She was yelling and an idea came to me. I walked up behind her and said out loud “You sound angry Mr. M, you really need to laugh a bit.”
And with that, I grabbed her ankle and began tickling her foot, fast and hard. She went nuts, screamed, pitched forward, and started to yell “NO, NO don’t tickle me Please.” She clawed and pounded her fist on the stage, laughing her arse off.
I stopped after 15 or so seconds, but wasn’t finished with her. When I let go of her right foot. She stayed on the floor painting and giggling a bit. I moved over to her left foot and said, “Had enough?”, and started to tickle her left foot as I had her right.
She screamed again for me to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. I tickled her for 10 seconds, all the while she clawed and tried to get away. I said to the group “Isn’t this better than her yelling?” After 10 seconds I stopped, but tickled both of her feet without hold her down. She screamed and to her surprise pulled away, and I beat a hasty retreat.
3rd and Last tickle.
The last play of the year and the group was researching while she was grading papers from class. Once again, she had removed her shoes and propped her feet in-between the seats in front of her.
Both feet were wedged in tight when I came up to ask a lighting question. I asked the question but her answer didn’t make any sense. It was then I understood that she wasn’t even listening. I thought to myself that this is a great chance to tickle her again.
So I said “Ms M, are you ticklish?” She just said yes, but not with any knowledge to the question. So I asked if I could tickle her feet and again with the same lack of attention she sure what ever I thought was best.
So my left arm came down upon her ankles and I started to rack my fingers across the soles of her feet. She said “NO, NO, don’t…Please don’t tickle meeeeeeee!” She couldn’t pull them out of where they were, and she started to pled with me to stop, while she bounced around in her seat.
I changed back and forth between her two feet for 20 seconds, listening to her laugh and beg me to stop. I did and laughed a bit and told her she needed to pay attention when I asked her questions. She did after all say I could tickle her feet if I thought it was what I wanted.
I saw Ms. M’s feet a lot since then until I left High School, but was never again in a position to tickle her. She ws certainly a joy to tickle, but never again was I able to get one in.
Phoenix1
1st Time.
We were riding on a school bus on our way back from an event in State College. We got bit of a late start and were riding along Ms. M’s husband was driving.
As it was a it later than we though I had been talking to Mr. M about sports, when I noticed everyone else on the bus had drifted off to sleep, including Ms. M. I told Mr. M I was going to sleep for a bit if he didn’t mind, which he didn’t.
I walked back to a seat right behind Ms.M, who I noticed laid down across the seat with her nylon encased feet pointing towards the isle. I also laid down but with my head facing her feet in the seat right behind her.
Her left foot hung off the bench. Her feet were a bit long, but well-shaped and very narrow. She was always running around the stage area in nylons which is why I agreed to work for her.
I laid down on the bench with my right hand sticking out just short of her foot. I checked her husband who was occupied with driving. So I slowly moved my hand closer and closer to her foot. I touched her foot and started to lightly tickle her arch.
After approximately 10 seconds or so, she moved her foot, rubbed it with her other foot. Then she placed the right foot where her left foot was. I repeated the process over and over again 3 times on each foot, until she pulled both feet out of reach.
2nd Time.
My favorite tickle came one day on the set. We were setting up for dress rehearsal, and Ms. M was on a tear. Even I couldn’t do anything right to her mind. She’d ask for 3 things and then complain when I didn’t get it done fast enough to suit her.
She was sitting on her haunches with her nylon feet hanging off the stage yelling at the crew, while I was running myself mad. I had just set the light’s and started to try them out and came up behind her.
Then I noticed her feet, just hanging there begging me to tickle them. She was yelling and an idea came to me. I walked up behind her and said out loud “You sound angry Mr. M, you really need to laugh a bit.”
And with that, I grabbed her ankle and began tickling her foot, fast and hard. She went nuts, screamed, pitched forward, and started to yell “NO, NO don’t tickle me Please.” She clawed and pounded her fist on the stage, laughing her arse off.
I stopped after 15 or so seconds, but wasn’t finished with her. When I let go of her right foot. She stayed on the floor painting and giggling a bit. I moved over to her left foot and said, “Had enough?”, and started to tickle her left foot as I had her right.
She screamed again for me to stop, but it fell on deaf ears. I tickled her for 10 seconds, all the while she clawed and tried to get away. I said to the group “Isn’t this better than her yelling?” After 10 seconds I stopped, but tickled both of her feet without hold her down. She screamed and to her surprise pulled away, and I beat a hasty retreat.
3rd and Last tickle.
The last play of the year and the group was researching while she was grading papers from class. Once again, she had removed her shoes and propped her feet in-between the seats in front of her.
Both feet were wedged in tight when I came up to ask a lighting question. I asked the question but her answer didn’t make any sense. It was then I understood that she wasn’t even listening. I thought to myself that this is a great chance to tickle her again.
So I said “Ms M, are you ticklish?” She just said yes, but not with any knowledge to the question. So I asked if I could tickle her feet and again with the same lack of attention she sure what ever I thought was best.
So my left arm came down upon her ankles and I started to rack my fingers across the soles of her feet. She said “NO, NO, don’t…Please don’t tickle meeeeeeee!” She couldn’t pull them out of where they were, and she started to pled with me to stop, while she bounced around in her seat.
I changed back and forth between her two feet for 20 seconds, listening to her laugh and beg me to stop. I did and laughed a bit and told her she needed to pay attention when I asked her questions. She did after all say I could tickle her feet if I thought it was what I wanted.
I saw Ms. M’s feet a lot since then until I left High School, but was never again in a position to tickle her. She ws certainly a joy to tickle, but never again was I able to get one in.
Phoenix1
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