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college tickling story repost (TRUE)

reflexology414

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DORM ROOM TICKLES

DISCLAIMER: The events told in this story are true. Geography, first names, and the date have been changed to protect the true identities of the parties involved.

It was a freezing cold Saturday night at a small college in southern Illinois. I was 22 years old at the time. If I remember correctly, I was in the middle of my junior year.

The campus was a true suitcase college -- most students never stuck around on weekends. Not surprising since the college was located in a very small, very conservative town where there wasn't much to do (no movie theaters, no dance clubs, not even a lousy shopping mall).

At about 4 pm, I received a call from my friend Kristie. She had finally finished the 20-page research paper that she'd slaved on all week. After spending the better part of five days alone in her dorm room typing that damned paper, Kristie was eager for some company. All of her other friends were out of town until Monday, so she invited me over for the evening.

Kristie was a 20-year-old education student. She stood about 5'6, slender, with brown hair and deep brown eyes. On the whole I would have to rate her as very pretty.... and she had nice feet (yes, I noticed that very early on).

Kristie and I had known each other for about 18 months at this point. We met when she started dating my friend Steve. They had broken up about five months back, but Kristie and I still remained good friends.

I arrived at the dorm around 5pm. True to form, Benton Hall was extremely quiet. There couldn't have been more than nine people in the entire building.

When I got to Kristie's door, she was waiting for me. She greeted me with a hug and welcomed me in. She was extremely tired, and there seemed to be just a hint of silliness to her mood (probably from spending so many hours alone staring at a computer).

The two of us sat down on the floor and I immediately noticed that Kristie wasn't wearing any shoes. She was dressed in a pretty white blouse, blue jeans, and a pair of very sheer white socks.

Right away Kristie and I began the process of catching up. We hadn't seen each other in a week so we had quite a bit to talk about. She wanted to know all about the latest campus gossip and asked all kinds of questions about what our mutual friends had been up to. We just sat there talking for about an hour. The entire time, Kristie kept wiggling her toes and rubbing one foot with the other. If she had any idea what that was doing to me she would have stopped right there!

Kristie mentioned that she hadn't eaten a decent meal all day. I scolded her for not taking better care of herself and said I'd buy her dinner. Like any starving college student would, she agreed.

I stood up and helped Kristie to her feet. She walked across the room and sat on the edge of her bed and continued talking to me while she struggled to put on her left shoe.

Kristie was being a bit silly. I was standing a few feet in front of her, and I made the mistake of turning my back to her. Before I knew what happened, Kristie reached over with her stockinged right foot and kicked me in the butt. When I turned around she pointed at me and giggled. This was an opportunity I couldn't resist.

I grabbed her right leg, secured her by the ankle, and tried to remove her sock. My first attempt failed. The sock was so silky in texture that it was actually difficult to get a good grip on it. Kristie wasn't helping much either. She was deathly ticklish and was flailing about like a fish in a bucket trying to yank her foot free.

After about 30 seconds of struggling, Kristie actually managed to stand up on one leg. I wasn't about to let her off that easy. With an unexpected lunge, I picked her up and tossed her to the mattress on her back. I pinned her left leg under me and secured her right leg against my lap.

Now that Kristie couldn't kick anymore, I was able to grab the toe of her stocking and start pulling. It wasn't coming off easily, but very slowly her sock was inching it's way off her foot. There was a sudden jerking motion as the sock slipped over her heel and began gracefully sliding down the curve of her arch. Another second passed and Kristie's sock was finally off.

The two of us just sat there in silence for a moment. Kristie's mind was racing knowing what I was about to do to her. As for me, I was savoring the moment and admiring the beauty of my friend's bare foot. Her ankle was very shapely, and the arch had a beautiful curve. All five toes were long, slender, had perfectly rounded, well kept, unpainted nails. Her skin was creamy white and extremely soft with the arch being the softest part.

After sitting there caressing her foot for a few minutes, I took my index finger and gently traced several circular patterns on her heel with my index finger. Kristie's expression began to change. Her lips were quivering and I caught her trying to stifle a giggle. I worked my way to the outside of the heel and dragged my finger all the way up the arch. That was all it took. First came the giggles, followed by frantic begging.

"I-I can't --- hahahahaha.... that's my f-f-oot..... I don't know why you're doing this, b-but I-I'm ho-ho-ho-HEE HEE HA HA HA HAAA AAAIIIEEE YAAAHA HA HA HA HA HA HAAA NO! NOOOOOO! PLLLEEEASE!!! PLEASE! NO! DON'T TICKLE ME! DON'T TICKLE MEEEE HE HEEEHE HE HA HA HA HA HAHA!".

At this point I realized that I only had one of Kristie's feet. Obviously it would be much more fun to tickle both feet. So, I yanked the sock off of her other foot, scooped both feet into my lap, and began tickling both of Kristie's feet simultaneously.

Kristie's laughter could best be described as maniacal. I increased the foot tickling, scribbling my fingers rapidly up and down both of her feet. Somehow she managed to catch her breath long enough to appeal for her release.

"NO! NO! AHA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA HAHA HA AHPPLLEASE PLEASE! NO MORE! DON'T TICKLE ME! DON'T TICKLE MEEEE HE HEEEHE HE HA HA HA HA HAHA!"

I could feel myself regressing. I was becoming more childish and playful by the second. As if the tickling alone weren't enough, I started verbally teasing Kristie.

"“Such cute little toes”…I taunted. ”This piggie went to market..... tickle tickle tickle the cute little piggies!!!“

"NO GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHD!! PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE AHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHH!! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH HHHHHNONONONOHAHAHA HAHA!! WHOA, WHOA HOHO HOHOHO OHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHA!!!," Kristie pleaded.

Each of us have our own tastes when it comes to feet and tickling. For me, hearing Kristie begging and helplessly laughing made me want to tickle torture her that much more.... and that's exactly what I did.

"Kitchy kitchy kitchy koooooooooo!" I teased.

I continued running my fingers up and down the soles of both feet. With each pass I made sure to notice any areas of increased sensitivity. I selected three of the worst (or should I say best) spots on each foot, and zeroed in on them as firmly and deeply as possible. At this point, something happened which I had never witnessed before. Kristie's eyes got extremely wide, her jaw dropped open, and her entire body continued to shudder with hysterical laughter, but no sound was coming out. It was silent laughter!

I had read about silent laughter in a number of tickling stories posted on the net, but I'd never seen it before. There was no way I was going to quit at this point. I continued for at least another two minutes. Kristie continued to shudder with laughter, but the only sound was that of her taking an occasional gulp of air.

My fascination with this experiment in tickle-torture was interrupted by my concern for my friend. Kristie's face was flushed red, so I eased up a bit to let her catch her breath. I didn't stop tickling altogether, and once she'd caught her breath the giggles resumed.

Kristie tried to speak a couple of times but the words never quite formed through the giggles. Her lips were quivering so hard that she ended up spitting and giggling. I finally eased up enough so that she was still giggling but could breathe and speak more easily.

"Hee hee hee hee hee....pleeeease.... why my fee-hee-eet?"

"Just laugh sweetie," I said. "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!"

She complied, not that she had any real choice in the matter. I didn't want her to hate me for this, but I did need to soften her up just a little bit more. I wanted her to be receptive to what I had in mind.

After another five minutes or so she looked eager to make the tickling stop. That's when I offered her some options.... demands would be a better description. She asked me to stop tickling altogether. I refused and offered her a deal instead.

Everyone has different preferences where feet and tickling are concerned. In my own case I am an avid fan of tickling as well as feet in general. There were a number of foot fetishy (is that a word?) things I had always wanted to try with Kristie.

I confessed to my interest in feet and tickling, which completely surprised Kristie. Then I offered Kristie two choices: plan 1 called for another hour of foot-tickling; plan 2 required Kristie to be my own personal foot fetish girl for the duration of the evening (essentially allowing me to do anything I wanted to with her feet regardless of how silly it might seem). Kristie responded to my demands in a very sarcastic, slightly snotty tone. She almost seemed to think I was joking, but I wasn't.

"Obviously you don't understand that I'm serious," I said. "I'll try to explain it to you."

With that, I resumed my attack more aggressively than ever. The results were immediate.

"EEEEEEEEE.... HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE... EEEEE!!!!! HAHAHAH AHAHAHA........... NOOOOO!! STAAAHAHAAHAAAP!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!...," Kristie screamed helplessly. "Hee hee hee hee hee....pleeeease....hee hee hee noooooo....hoo hoo hoo hoo heee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee.... AHHHHHHHHHH..... hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.... STAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!"

"Now then..... would you care to discuss the plans I have offered to you?", I asked.

I eased up on the tickling so Kristie could catch her breath. It was almost a full minute before she could respond. She was ready to see my side of things.

"Hee hee hee... okay... umm..... hee hee...okay," she said. "I promise I'll be good... hee hee.... my feet are your's!"

I wanted to continue but as you may recall Kristie hadn't eaten yet. I released my captive after once again getting her agreement to my terms. We got bundled up to face the Arctic, and I took her to a nice restaurant for a better meal than she'd had anytime recently.

Throughout the meal we talked about school, our friends, life, but surprisingly not much at all about feet. I was eager to get back to the dorm and resume the festivities, and it seemed like time itself was at a standstill.

Finally, our meal was over and we left the restaurant. I drove us to the local grocery store and bought Kristie some soda and snacks. Coupled with the meal this seemed to dissolve any hard feelings from her tickling torture.

While we were shopping I also bought three different types of Freeman foot massage lotion, a bottle of nail polish, Q-tips, and some honey. I think Kristie would have been worried if she had been paying attention to what I was buying.

We finally made it back to her dorm room. Both of us were so frozen we spent 15 minutes just trying to get warm. By that time Kristie had kicked her shoes off and we were both diving into the snacks and soda. I gave her a few minutes to eat and relax, and then I decided it was time to get started.

I escorted Kristie to her dorm chair. She didn't seem to be the least bit concerned about what I was doing until I sat at her feet and started removing her socks.

"What's going on?", she said. "Don't tell me, we're back to that whole foot thing again."

"We had a deal," I said. "If you back out on me we'll just go back to the tickle-torture instead."

I sensed that maybe Kristie was thinking of back out on me, so I started tickling her feet.

"HA-HAAAAAA.... no no no, that's okay, I'll do it... HAHAHAHAAAA.. just don't tickle mee-hee-hee!!!," Kristie squealed.

I could tell that Kristie thought this whole thing was ridiculous, but she complied.

I reached into the shopping bag and pulled out the honey. Judging by the look on Kristie's face she had no idea what I was about to do. I gently took her right foot in my hand and carefully dabbed honey onto each toe and a variety of spots on the top of her foot.

Before she could say anything, I began kissing and licking the honey from her foot. She squirmed for just a second or two, and then she seemed to relax a bit. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the expression on her face. She wasn't necessarily enjoying this, but she was curious about the sensations this was causing.

"This has, hee hee, never been done to me before," she said.

"Most of the things I'm going to do tonight will probably be first time experiences for you," I replied.

I didn't feel like my position was ideal so I carried Kristie to the bed and had her roll over on her stomach. Once she was settled I plastered the soles of her feet with honey and began the lengthy process of kissing and licking them clean.

I was very pleased because she was being so cooperative, and more than bit bubbly. I think as much as anything she was intrigued by the fact that I was so completely in awe of her feet. Also, she'd never felt anything quite like this before.

Throughout the process she looked back at me several times with this look of complete curiosity on her face. She also burst into giggles on several occasions as my tongue hit one of her many ticklish spots.

"Hee-hee-heeeeeee..... hey, I thought this wasn't supposed to tickle," Kristie complained as I touched one of her many ticklish spots with my tongue.

"Accidents will happen," I said.

After the soles of Kristie's feet were finished I began sucking her toes. I just couldn't resist! As it turned out, Kristie's reaction to the toe-sucking process was nothing short of priceless.

At first, Kristie found the whole experience to be very sensual, even relaxing. However, as I continued to explore her toes with my tongue Kristie was literally tickled to squeals. Unlike the evening's earlier tickling, she took this in stride.

"EEEEEK!!!! STHAHAHAHAPPP!!!!!! Watch what you do-hoo-hoo with that tongue!," Kristie said as I tickled between her toes.

I looked at my watch and realized I had been sucking and licking Kristie's toes for over 20 minutes. There were many things I wanted to try yet so I decided to move on.

From the grocery bag on the floor I produced a box of Q-tips.

"What are those for?," Kristie asked.

I didn't even bother responding to Kristie's question. I very gently grabbed the smallest toe of her left foot and began stroking it from every possible angle. As I stroked along the top of her toe, I found a sensitive spot just below the toenail. I decided to focus on that one spot for a while.

I was making an effort to be gentle, but the technique was taking a toll on Kristie. She was starting to nervously clench the sheets with both hands, and her mouth was wide open.

"Umm... hee hee.... I'm trying to cooperate but.. hee hee hee... this really tickles," Kristie complained.

"Just nine more toes to go," I said. "You're trying to be cooperative so I'll ease up a bit."

That statement seemed to put Kristie at ease. She relaxed noticeably and stopped trying to hold back the giggles. Kristie allowed herself to respond freely, flexing her toes and giggling as I continued working over her toes with the Q-tip.

Kristie was taking all of this quite well, but I didn't want to push it. I decided it was time to stop and move on to our next activity.

I grabbed the chair from Kristie's desk. Kristie's desk was a sturdy, solid oak antique, and I knew it could easily hold Kristie's weight (and a lot more). I placed one of Kristie's dorm chairs on top of the desk and helped her climb into it. Once Kristie was settled in her high perch, I moved her other dorm chair over to the desk and sat in front of her so her feet were almost level with my chin.

"I swear I'll be your foot fetish buddy for the rest of the evening, so please don't tickle me for asking this.... but what are you planning to do with me next?," Kristie asked.

I reached into my shopping bag and pulled out the bottle of fire engine red nail polish that I had purchased during our grocery store visit. Kristie looked at the bottle of nail polish and smiled.

"You have beautiful feet, and incredible toes, but there's something missing," I said. "You need nail polish."

I set the nail polish down on the desk and gently held Kristie's right foot in my hands. Having her foot so close to my face was more than I could resist, and I started kissing her foot (which Kristie found quite amusing). After a few minutes, I began to paint Kristie's toes (that art minor was finally paying off!).

About halfway through the pedicure, Kristie seemed to be pleased. She said that she didn't think a man would be able to apply nail polish with that much skill.

A few minutes later, Kristie's right foot was finished. I repeated the process on her left, and we sat there talking while the polish dried.

"Where do you keep your shoes?," I asked.

Kristie looked a bit thrown by my question. She paused for a moment before responding.

"Ummm........ in my closet, in the bottom droor of the dresser," she said. "Why do you want to know about my shoes?"

"And you consider yourself intelligent and college educated!," I replied. "Obviously you can't play 'Shoe salesman' without shoes."

"Of course," Kristie laughed. "How stupid of me."

She was no longer nervous about any of this. In fact, Kristie was extremely amused by the whole thing.

I rummaged through her closet and pulled out a selection of high heels. I lined them up in the middle of the room in front of her other dorm chair. When her nail polish was done, I escorted her to the chair and she sat down.

Although I had not asked her to do this, Kristie began speaking to me in character. Literally, she was pretending to be a customer in a shoe store, and she asked me to help her try on some shoes.

I knelt in front of her and began to slide her feet into a pair of sexy, strappy high heels. When I was finished, I just sat there drooling at the site of Kristie's feet.

The open high heels accented the already shapely curve of her arch, and her toes looked absolutely beautiful. As I had done earlier, I held her feet and began to kiss and lick her toes.

"I really don't want to risk encouraging you, but I could get used to having my feet kissed," Kristie said.

I just smiled back at her, gave her a quick tickle, and began the process of putting on the next pair of shoes. We went through a number of styles before we got to the black pumps which had always been among my favorites (on her, not on me!).

While we were sitting there Kristie asked a million questions about tickling and foot fetishes. During the middle of our conversation she performed a "dangling" of her black pumps for me.

At this point I decided it was time to switch gears again and begin the foot massage. I removed Kristie's pumps and carried her over to the bed. She commented that she'd never had a foot massage and was looking forward to it.

Earlier in the school year I worked at the campus health center where I took a workshop on reflexology/foot massage. Those techniques really paid off as the night went on. I massaged Kristie's feet for more than two hours.

As I sat there caressing Kristie's feet with three different types of Freeman foot massage lotion, she commented repeatedly how wonderful this felt. She even fell asleep briefly two or three times.

The very last time Kristie fell asleep, I tickled her awake. It was great fun to watch her go from a deeply relaxed sleep to a gentle chorus of ticklish giggles.

"Hmmmm..... yawn...... heee heee heee heee.... hey! Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.......no faaaaaaairrr!," Kristie squealed. "I did what you asked. It's haa haa haaa not my fault that you relaxed me so much that I fell asleep! Heee hee hee heeeee heeee!"

"You've been a wonderful sport, but I don't think I can get through the rest of the night without tickling you," I said. "I promise not to torture you like I did earlier, but it's just too much fun to pass up."

"Oh God. Well, what kind of technique do you have in store for me this time?," she asked.

"Actually, it was a lot of fun tickle sucking your toes earlier," I said. "I'll have to wash your feet first. If I swallow any of that massage lotion I'll be sick all weekend."

I went in Kristie's closet and grabbed a bottle of Palmolive dishwashing liquid, and her fluffiest bath towel. The two of us walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Kristie noticed that we were now the only ones left on the entire floor.
Everyone else had gone home for the weekend. In short, this was a license to do whatever we wanted.

In the bathroom there was a special shower for the disabled students. There was a very comfortable padded seat, and a hand-held shower attachment.

I had Kristie sit down, and I rolled up the legs of her pants so they wouldn't get wet. Then I got an idea.

"Have you ever had dish soap tickles?", I asked.

"No, but I have a really bad feeling you are about to show me," Kristie said.

"Yes, but I promise not to torture you like I did earlier..... if you cooperate," I said.

I placed Kristie's feet across a padded stool directly in front of her. I grabbed the shower attachment and rinsed Kristie's feet with a soothing spray of warm water. Then I began to apply to dish soap to her left foot.

As I worked the soap into a lather, I began to rub it all over her foot in a series of massage techniques. Once her foot was profusely covered in soap suds, I began to gently scribble my fingers all over the slippery sole of her foot.

For those of you who have never done this, making the surface of the foot slippery with baby oil or a lathering soap increases ticklishness by a factor of three (at least). Kristie's response to my tickling was a combination of total hysteria and begging.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH .....NOOOOOOOOOO... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ......OHHHHHH "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!," Kristie screamed. "PLEEEEEHEEE HEE HEEEEZE......DOOOOHOHOHOHOHON'T TEEEEHEEKLE MY FEEEHEEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEEEET!!"

I didn't want Kristie to hate me forever, so I eased up and reduced the tickling to a level more consistent with what I promised. Kristie was able to talk through her giggles.

"Hooooo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo..... it's too-hoo-hoo slippery," she squealed. "That tickles meee hee hee hee. Be gentle!!!!!"

I had already done her entire foot so I decided it was time to work on her toes. I snaked my fingers in between her toes and was rewarded with another round of pleas and giggles.

"EEEEEEEEEEEE.... be careful.... AHHHHHHHHH...... in betwee-hee-heeen the toes!!!!!!!," Kristie laughed while squirming in her seat.

After a few minutes I rinsed her left foot and began to apply the dish soap to her right foot. Kristie was looking a little nervous and begged me to be careful.

"Please, pleeeease be careful," she begged. "That soap makes me fifty times more ticklish and I can't stand it. I promise I'll let you tickle me, just be really gentle."

"You have been pretty wonderful about this, so I'll try to behave," I said.

With that I started to lather the soap all over Kristie's right foot. As I had promised, I was much more gentle in applying my tickling techniques. It actually paid off. Kristie was extremely patient with me and I tickled her foot for almost 15 minutes.

"Hoo haa haa haaheee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee haa haa haa! Haa haa haa haaheee hee hee heeeee heeeeeeehaaheee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee haaheee hee hee heeeee heeeeeee!," Kristie giggled. "Can we-hee-heee stop now?"

It was obvious that this couldn't continue, so I rinsed off and dried her feet. I carried Kristie back to the dorm room and set her on the bed.

I looked at the bottle of honey, and I'd had so much of it already that I knew I'd probably throw up if I had any more. I started rummaging through Kristie's tiny dorm room fridge and she watched what I was doing.

I found a container of margarine, and on top of the fridge I also found some small packets of sugar and cinnamon. I warmed up a small dish of margarine in the microwave and took all of my new supplies over to the bed.

I sat at the end of the bed and buttered Kristie's toes and sprinkled them with sugar and cinnamon. She just laughed and couldn't believe how much I was enjoying this.

"You are really loving this aren't you," Kristie said.

"This is the most fun I've had in a long time," I said.

"Well this is great!," Kristie said. "I can save myself some money on presents when your birthday and Christmas roll around."

I spent the next hour sucking, kissing and tickling Kristie's feet while we both giggled. It was a good thing we were alone on that floor of the dorm, or someone would have probably called the police.

When the weekend was over I was really worried that Kristie might be so freaked out that she just wouldn't talk to me anymore. Just the opposite! Kristie invited me back to give her regular foot massages (especially after work), and even allowed me to put her through a number of foot tickling sessions before she graduated and moved away.
 
Wow...Wow...great story. I musta missed it the first time around. It had been awhile since I had read a good "true" story. Keep up the good work man.
 
I must say great story and experance...I missed out on alot never going to college I guess...Btw I'm actually intrested in learning about the relfexology and massages..etc..etc can you recomend a place where a course might be offered or some good books to pick up. Thanks
 
Kristie

I think I would've married that girl!!!!!!!!!!!!:lovestory
 
thanks

Thanks for the positive feedback.

When I originally posted that story, I was swamped with negative and/or angry feedback. I swore I'd never post here again, but I recently decided to give it one more try.

Thanks for all of the positive responses.
 
I was swamped with negative and/or angry feedback

what were people angry about? I really like this story and I can't see anything to be pissed about. It's not like it has kiddy porn or rape in it...
 
I don't understand either!?! You give really vivid descriptions, reflexology. Long live Sole Worship! ~SS
 
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