That is a great scenario, and really nicely described - and well I think I'm speaking for the majority of us when I say "well we're all ears for the rest of them".
Well let's see, what else is in the old memory bank here... How about a few rapid fire ones?
1. Had a friend back in the day. A little taller than me, older and what I would describe as an emo tomboy. Blue hair, dark shirts and pants. Would wear stompy boots and black makeup. The likes. She also had larger than average feet for a woman. Would wear 9s, sometimes tens if she had to. Hyper ticklish, but she hated being tickled. Despite this and her knowing about my fetish, she indulged from time to time. On one occasion I received a pretty good reaction. When hitting under her toes, she broke. A squeal that would from time to time break into snorts of laughter. Music. So the fantasy goes as such with her. Very simple. Tightly wrapped, much like how they did to Jackie French once with realtickling. Ankles snuggly together. Toes tied back with the string connecting to the bondage around her ankles. And I just go ham. Brushes, fingers, feathers. If I'm so bold, one set of toes would go into my mouth while my hands worked over the sole of the same foot. Occasionally I'd jump and visit her up top to be an ass and joke at her expense. She'd hiss and swear at me. But once everything was over we'd settle over a joint.
2. This one involves the art teacher from my first story. In real life, this woman was a blonde, petite 30 something who stood at 5 feet tall. And she'd constantly walk around the room barefoot. I think she liked the feel of the linoleum in her room against her soles or something. She'd also boldly plant those things up on her desk for all to see. And what you might see is a reccuring theme in this thread, she also had larger than average feet. Size 8s... Always freshly pedicured and pink polish on the toes...The projects I lost time on taking peeks... Anyways. In this fantasy I run into her at a bar. She's much older now but still is somehow beautiful as can be. Not seeming to lost any luster. I get bold and explain to her how I felt about her putting her feet up in class. She listens carefully and kindly. In the midst of my verbal barf, I explain how I'd always wanted a chance to tickle her feet. I catch myself. She stops to wonder. Eventually, thankfully she agrees. We drive back to her home. She sits in one of her plush living room chairs. I grab a stool to prop her feet up. She poses. Crosses them. Acts like she's posing for the camera. Maybe on purpose or drunkingly, she grabs the tip of my erect cock, obviously visible, with her toes and wiggles it around. I jump. Startled. But with a determined stare in my eyes, I begin. Using fingers at first. Slowly mapping out the nerves. Eventually rolling to feathers. Of course my tongue is in need of a taste. All through out, she goes through the waves of giggles, laughter, back to giggles. Eventually over time, gentle moans begin to sleep through. Till it's all I can hear. I hadn't been focused on looking up at her considering my prize was Infront of me. But looking up, I see her touching herself and moaning deeply at the feeling of her vulnerable soles being played with by a former student. She climaxes. I rub her feet as a thank you. Other things happen sometimes lol You get the picture.
3. Let's get a little goofy here. Like a lot of us, there were some really pivotal scenes depicted in the cartoons I watched growing up. The Tickle Belt being a massive thing for me. Of course I've grown older and the way I think about it has changed. Even down to the way it works lol The belt itself wouldn't necessarily change, but the way it's controlled would be. Essentially it would become a dial, instead of a button. 1-5, changing not only intensity but how it spreads. I find myself cuffed to a metal table. Stripped down to nothing except the belt. My torture starts at one. I feel gentle tickles in my ears and neck. Lock soft kisses gently dancing across. The senation extends down to my chest. Making it seem as though fingers are dancing around my chest. Teasing my nipples and stroking between my pecs. My laughter is just barely a giggle now. Then we jump to two. The sensation up top extends to my armpits now. Seemingly stopping there and causing laughter to increase in volume. Only slightly. I think that's it, but I begin to feel the dreaded tingling across the very soles of my feet. Though it's just the soles, I can still feel it under and in between my toes. Maddening like fuzzy caterpillars taking turns squeezing through. We know jump to through. It's up to the backs of my knees and the bottom of my sides and ribs. It's torture. I'm bellowing with laughter. Struggling with all my might. Why need the restraints anyways? Isn't the inability to take the belt off enough? What sick pleasure is there to gain? Then 4 hits. My belly feels it, the tops of my thighs, into my hips feel it. Every where except for a specific circle around my groin is experiencing death by a thousand tickles. Like I'm in the center of a giant tickle party with no escape. With a feeling to be touched so urgent yet so far away. Only after my captor has made me beg for it does he increase to 5. Sensory overload. My now hard cock is being assaulted by millions upon millions of nerve endings, seemingly being tickled by microscopic feathers. Every inch of me is writhing, I'm screaming for it to stop. That it's tickling my DNA lol hours feel like pass before I release. The device is set back to 0. And I'm left to my own sweaty, nerve wracked mess.
Hope y'all enjoyed.
