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foot_featherer
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Hi there! This is my first post!😀 Well, anyway, I thought I'd ask and maybe share a true tickling experience or two. Well, here goes...
When my grandma died, my family on my Dad's side all helped clean out her old apartment. My cousin Joey and I (I was about 11 at the time I think) were watching something on TV and a commercial for Shrek came on. He said, "That movie is awesome!" I replied with "I've never seen it." With that he tackled me to the floor, wrapped his arms around my legs (he was STRONG, the only reason he didn't get a black belt in karate was because he hurt his ankle and couldn't continue), and attacked my bare feet. I could feel all ten of his fingers skittering across my sensitive bare flesh. I tried my absolute hardest not to give in to the horrible tickling, but eventually I couldn't stand it and burst with hysterical squeals and laughter, and he teased me by saying things like "Awww, poor little cuzzie, oh so ticklish! Cootchie cootchie coo," and playing games with my feet like which foot is more ticklish, which place is the most ticklish, and spiderweb. (Spiderweb was a game where he'd pretend his fingers were spiders spinning little webs on my feet) All this time I begged for mercy and laughed hysterically. Everyone else in the apartment could hear my pleading, and just laughed at the sight and did mostly nothing. He gave me about a 30 second break. Then I noticed he was staring at my toes. He tightened his grip around my ankles, and whispered something to his brother. I was quite nervous. I twitched my feet, anxiously waiting for my torment to get over with. Joey snickered, and playfully stroked my soles again. I yelped in ticklish agony. Soon his brother came back, and I saw he had a hairbrush, a feather, and a blanket. I froze. The two cousins (who I thought evil at the time of my torture) wrapped me in the blanket tightly, and teased me. "Awww, look at poor little cousin Laura, all wrapped up." "Why won't you smile, Laura? Maybe we can make you smile!" "Cootchie coo, look at your little toes wiggle like that, tickle tickle wiggle wiggle!" At this point I was a giggling mess. Everyone had seen my ordeal, and no one stopped to help me. Even my other cousin, Rachel, didn't take pity on me. "Awww, her little toes wiggle in just the CUTEST way!" was what I got from her, along with a ticklish game of This Little Piggy. Then...Joey used the brush on one foot, Andrew (his brother that got the tools and blanket) feathered the other sole, and Rachel teased and tickled my toes. I thought I would die! Through screams of laughter, I managed to ask why they were doing this to me. They said it was to get back at me for all the times I'd taken their things without asking, and annoyed them, and all the other annoying stuff I'd done to them, and that they weren't nearly finished. Soon they gave it a rest though, but left me tied in the blanket while they watched TV. But occasionally, Joey would stroke one finger slowly and lightly down my soles, getting squeals from me.
How'd you like it? That summer I got a lot more tickles from Joey, in case you were wondering.
When my grandma died, my family on my Dad's side all helped clean out her old apartment. My cousin Joey and I (I was about 11 at the time I think) were watching something on TV and a commercial for Shrek came on. He said, "That movie is awesome!" I replied with "I've never seen it." With that he tackled me to the floor, wrapped his arms around my legs (he was STRONG, the only reason he didn't get a black belt in karate was because he hurt his ankle and couldn't continue), and attacked my bare feet. I could feel all ten of his fingers skittering across my sensitive bare flesh. I tried my absolute hardest not to give in to the horrible tickling, but eventually I couldn't stand it and burst with hysterical squeals and laughter, and he teased me by saying things like "Awww, poor little cuzzie, oh so ticklish! Cootchie cootchie coo," and playing games with my feet like which foot is more ticklish, which place is the most ticklish, and spiderweb. (Spiderweb was a game where he'd pretend his fingers were spiders spinning little webs on my feet) All this time I begged for mercy and laughed hysterically. Everyone else in the apartment could hear my pleading, and just laughed at the sight and did mostly nothing. He gave me about a 30 second break. Then I noticed he was staring at my toes. He tightened his grip around my ankles, and whispered something to his brother. I was quite nervous. I twitched my feet, anxiously waiting for my torment to get over with. Joey snickered, and playfully stroked my soles again. I yelped in ticklish agony. Soon his brother came back, and I saw he had a hairbrush, a feather, and a blanket. I froze. The two cousins (who I thought evil at the time of my torture) wrapped me in the blanket tightly, and teased me. "Awww, look at poor little cousin Laura, all wrapped up." "Why won't you smile, Laura? Maybe we can make you smile!" "Cootchie coo, look at your little toes wiggle like that, tickle tickle wiggle wiggle!" At this point I was a giggling mess. Everyone had seen my ordeal, and no one stopped to help me. Even my other cousin, Rachel, didn't take pity on me. "Awww, her little toes wiggle in just the CUTEST way!" was what I got from her, along with a ticklish game of This Little Piggy. Then...Joey used the brush on one foot, Andrew (his brother that got the tools and blanket) feathered the other sole, and Rachel teased and tickled my toes. I thought I would die! Through screams of laughter, I managed to ask why they were doing this to me. They said it was to get back at me for all the times I'd taken their things without asking, and annoyed them, and all the other annoying stuff I'd done to them, and that they weren't nearly finished. Soon they gave it a rest though, but left me tied in the blanket while they watched TV. But occasionally, Joey would stroke one finger slowly and lightly down my soles, getting squeals from me.
How'd you like it? That summer I got a lot more tickles from Joey, in case you were wondering.
