ticklefiend30001
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In May of '02 me and a friend of mine called Helen whom I had known for a couple of years from work initiated what we liked to call a sexual friendship. During this relationship I was not interested and never inititiated any tickling, no particular reason, it just wasn't what I wanted her for. Tho I do have a general foot fetish so I would often massage or rub her feet, and she would just say "just please don't tickle them" and at that time I would obey.
Anyway in Nov. of that year I moved to the US (I am originally from England)
I had to wait 4 months to get my initail immigration stuff sorted out and then I had a visit back to the UK planned to say a final goodbye to my freinds over there. Including Helen, and infact she had recently moved in to a big house with a spare room that I was staying in the whole time I was in my home town.
Now since I had left for the states I had been cursing myself for never taking the oppurtunity to give her a nice little foot tickling. She had crazy cute feet and without me even touching them had pleaded for me not to tickle them, so I assumed that she must be crazy ticklish, and I was determined to find out.
Now I had spent about 10 days at hers before going away for about 3 weeks and then returning on a Wednesday evening. The first time I had been there I had given her soles a little stroke just to gauge her reaction, and indeed she was very ticklish because it would always produce a little high pitched "YELP".
So there we are on the wednesday evening when I have just returned to town and we are watching t.v and drinking. All her housemates come in and tell us they are going clubbing for the evening, so we say our goodbyes and then we are home alone. At this point I am searching for the perfect moment to somehow restrain her and tickle those pretty little soft feet, but the oppurtunity just didn't seem to be presenting itself.
About an hour after her roomates leave, she says she is going in to her room to watch t.v. and that I could join her if I wanted. So we moved in to her room to continue watching the t.v. show we had been engrossed in. By this point I am like an eagle watching for my time to strike. It finally came. I had been sitting on the side edge of the bed while she had been laying on her side to watch the tv. She then made the mistake of turning over to lay on her stomach and as she was doing so put her feet and ankles together. At which point I pounced and sat on her ankles. I stopped for a moment and she asked "What are you doing?" - "testing just how ticklish these little feet of yours really are" I replied - "OH PLEASE NO!!!!" she pleaded butit was too late for her. I started on just one foot ticklig with all my fingers over her bre soles, she laughed and struggled for about 30 secs, such sweet girly giggly laughter, so endearing to her. But then seemed to calm down and said "Its quite nice after a while actually" - obvioulsy this is not the response I wanted so I thought I would try something new. I moved down to her heels, and tickled the heels of both her feet at the same time. She started giggling again, and then again got used to it after a moment. So I took my little pinky finger and wriggled it in between her toes. This was the jackpot I had found her weakspot, she screamed and begged for mecy immediately "NO NO NOT BETWEEN THE TOES". Mytickling experiences of past had told me that once you have found a womans most ticklish spoton her feet the whole of her feet tend to become more sensitive. And this was true with Helen, I went back to her soles, thi time just stroking them slowly with my index finger, I was doing this to both feet at the same time, and the laughter kept on coming. I was enjoying myself greatly at this point. When suddenly she manages to reach round and take of the baseball cap I am wearing, and says to me "GOT YOUR HAT GOT YOUR HAT, YOU BETTER STOP OR YOU WON"T GET IT BACK" - "oh yes I will Ireplied and grabbed her hairbrush, seized one foot real tight pulled back her toes and very gently rubbebthe boar hair brush against her soles. At this point her laughter stepped up a notch and as I tortured her soft bare helpless soles with the brush, I asked in an innocent and nice tone "can I have my hat back please, please helen, can I have my hat back", obviously not really caring about the hat. "OKAY OKAY" she finally said and hande the hat back to me around her back. I took it back, thanked her, placed it back on my head and then said "Now you need to be punished"and went crazy with fingers running rampant over her soles digging my pinky in bewteen her toes on one foot as I madly tickled the soles then heels of the other. Always mking sure to move my hand around as I knew she got used to being tickled in the same spot. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" she cried as her tickle torturing continued, at one point actually sayng "I'm sure this must be considered torture", but I just continued oblivious to her pleas.
After about 5 more mins of punishment I let her go, she was panting and askig me what had possesed me to do that too her. I just smiled and excused myself to bed, she was exhausted by her ordeal so she was ready to pass out. She probably thought that was the end of it, but over the next several days I got her another 2 times, tho neither were as long or as fun as the first session that I just described.
Anyway hope you like the story.
Anyway in Nov. of that year I moved to the US (I am originally from England)
I had to wait 4 months to get my initail immigration stuff sorted out and then I had a visit back to the UK planned to say a final goodbye to my freinds over there. Including Helen, and infact she had recently moved in to a big house with a spare room that I was staying in the whole time I was in my home town.
Now since I had left for the states I had been cursing myself for never taking the oppurtunity to give her a nice little foot tickling. She had crazy cute feet and without me even touching them had pleaded for me not to tickle them, so I assumed that she must be crazy ticklish, and I was determined to find out.
Now I had spent about 10 days at hers before going away for about 3 weeks and then returning on a Wednesday evening. The first time I had been there I had given her soles a little stroke just to gauge her reaction, and indeed she was very ticklish because it would always produce a little high pitched "YELP".
So there we are on the wednesday evening when I have just returned to town and we are watching t.v and drinking. All her housemates come in and tell us they are going clubbing for the evening, so we say our goodbyes and then we are home alone. At this point I am searching for the perfect moment to somehow restrain her and tickle those pretty little soft feet, but the oppurtunity just didn't seem to be presenting itself.
About an hour after her roomates leave, she says she is going in to her room to watch t.v. and that I could join her if I wanted. So we moved in to her room to continue watching the t.v. show we had been engrossed in. By this point I am like an eagle watching for my time to strike. It finally came. I had been sitting on the side edge of the bed while she had been laying on her side to watch the tv. She then made the mistake of turning over to lay on her stomach and as she was doing so put her feet and ankles together. At which point I pounced and sat on her ankles. I stopped for a moment and she asked "What are you doing?" - "testing just how ticklish these little feet of yours really are" I replied - "OH PLEASE NO!!!!" she pleaded butit was too late for her. I started on just one foot ticklig with all my fingers over her bre soles, she laughed and struggled for about 30 secs, such sweet girly giggly laughter, so endearing to her. But then seemed to calm down and said "Its quite nice after a while actually" - obvioulsy this is not the response I wanted so I thought I would try something new. I moved down to her heels, and tickled the heels of both her feet at the same time. She started giggling again, and then again got used to it after a moment. So I took my little pinky finger and wriggled it in between her toes. This was the jackpot I had found her weakspot, she screamed and begged for mecy immediately "NO NO NOT BETWEEN THE TOES". Mytickling experiences of past had told me that once you have found a womans most ticklish spoton her feet the whole of her feet tend to become more sensitive. And this was true with Helen, I went back to her soles, thi time just stroking them slowly with my index finger, I was doing this to both feet at the same time, and the laughter kept on coming. I was enjoying myself greatly at this point. When suddenly she manages to reach round and take of the baseball cap I am wearing, and says to me "GOT YOUR HAT GOT YOUR HAT, YOU BETTER STOP OR YOU WON"T GET IT BACK" - "oh yes I will Ireplied and grabbed her hairbrush, seized one foot real tight pulled back her toes and very gently rubbebthe boar hair brush against her soles. At this point her laughter stepped up a notch and as I tortured her soft bare helpless soles with the brush, I asked in an innocent and nice tone "can I have my hat back please, please helen, can I have my hat back", obviously not really caring about the hat. "OKAY OKAY" she finally said and hande the hat back to me around her back. I took it back, thanked her, placed it back on my head and then said "Now you need to be punished"and went crazy with fingers running rampant over her soles digging my pinky in bewteen her toes on one foot as I madly tickled the soles then heels of the other. Always mking sure to move my hand around as I knew she got used to being tickled in the same spot. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" she cried as her tickle torturing continued, at one point actually sayng "I'm sure this must be considered torture", but I just continued oblivious to her pleas.
After about 5 more mins of punishment I let her go, she was panting and askig me what had possesed me to do that too her. I just smiled and excused myself to bed, she was exhausted by her ordeal so she was ready to pass out. She probably thought that was the end of it, but over the next several days I got her another 2 times, tho neither were as long or as fun as the first session that I just described.
Anyway hope you like the story.
