A few weeks ago I popped into the Dollar store to find a few random things for around the house and for projects. Wandering aimlessly down one isle something blue caught my eye. Bright blue... Soft. Feathery. It was a feather duster. "How cute!" I thought to myself and promptly bought two. I brought them home and left them in the hallway for a few days. I cheekily mentioned to Mantis that I had purchased them on impulse and would love to try them out one day.
I somehow convinced him to let me take off his socks and play around with the feather duster. I stroked his feet with the duster, only to be disappointed with no reaction. Mantis is the most ticklish person I have ever met, so to not get a reaction on one of his deadliest spots was rare. I pushed his feet together and pushed the duster into his toes and make circular motions, pushing down on the handle a bit to get the feathers between his toes. He started to giggle and twitch a bit and said, "It's the technique that tickles!"
A few days later, Mantis pulled me into the bedroom, luring me with promises of feather dusting. I happily pranced into the room and hid under the covers. Mantis pulled back the covers, flipped me over and sat on my legs facing my feet. I giggled happily and stuffed my face into the pillow knowing full well what was going to happen. Mantis stroked both my small feet with the blue duster. It felt lovely and soft... He then began to wiggle the duster into my toes which made me squeal and giggle. The feathers pushed down on my soles and between my toes, feeling like hundreds of soft fingers, poking and wiggling on my feet. It didn't tickle as much as Mantis' fingers, but felt wonderful at the same time - eliciting soft moans between my giggles.
He would switch between spider tickling my soles and stroking them with the feather duster. I was in heaven. He pulled up one of my feet and wiggled the duster over the tops of my toes. I squealed and tried to wriggle it away from him (the tops of my feet are really sensitive) but he held it firm and stroked the feathers all over my toes. I laughed and clutched my pillow, waiting for him to stop. He then used his fingers to gently tickle the tops of my feet and the tops of my toes, I howled into my pillow and pulled my foot away from him. After which he wriggled his fingers all over both my soles. I laughed and squirmed under him.
The duster found it's way into more interesting places... But maybe I'll let your imagination do the guessing as to where 😛
I somehow convinced him to let me take off his socks and play around with the feather duster. I stroked his feet with the duster, only to be disappointed with no reaction. Mantis is the most ticklish person I have ever met, so to not get a reaction on one of his deadliest spots was rare. I pushed his feet together and pushed the duster into his toes and make circular motions, pushing down on the handle a bit to get the feathers between his toes. He started to giggle and twitch a bit and said, "It's the technique that tickles!"
A few days later, Mantis pulled me into the bedroom, luring me with promises of feather dusting. I happily pranced into the room and hid under the covers. Mantis pulled back the covers, flipped me over and sat on my legs facing my feet. I giggled happily and stuffed my face into the pillow knowing full well what was going to happen. Mantis stroked both my small feet with the blue duster. It felt lovely and soft... He then began to wiggle the duster into my toes which made me squeal and giggle. The feathers pushed down on my soles and between my toes, feeling like hundreds of soft fingers, poking and wiggling on my feet. It didn't tickle as much as Mantis' fingers, but felt wonderful at the same time - eliciting soft moans between my giggles.
He would switch between spider tickling my soles and stroking them with the feather duster. I was in heaven. He pulled up one of my feet and wiggled the duster over the tops of my toes. I squealed and tried to wriggle it away from him (the tops of my feet are really sensitive) but he held it firm and stroked the feathers all over my toes. I laughed and clutched my pillow, waiting for him to stop. He then used his fingers to gently tickle the tops of my feet and the tops of my toes, I howled into my pillow and pulled my foot away from him. After which he wriggled his fingers all over both my soles. I laughed and squirmed under him.
The duster found it's way into more interesting places... But maybe I'll let your imagination do the guessing as to where 😛
