BRIEF POST: Another true youthful experience

DISCLAIMER: My life has been complicated of late, and I haven’t had time to write. This is an extremely abbreviated draft of a true experience I had in high school. I may write a full-length version later. I was hesitant to post this because it may be viewed as controversial, but hopefully the community will be tolerant.

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This is an abbreviated account of one of my earliest tickling experiences that involved bondage. What made this experience unique was that my ticklee was already bound to her bed when I found her.

I was a senior in high school, and social opportunities in my community were sorely limited. Partway through the first semester, a young man named Mark transferred to my school. We had many classes together and spoke often. Before long, we started socializing outside of school.

Mark was unusually charismatic and seemed to make friends quickly. His newfound circle of friends was largely comprised of students I would not otherwise socialize with – arrogant jocks, snotty rich kids, and a handful of students with disciplinary problems that often got them in trouble.

Something about Mark troubled me, but I nonetheless gave him the benefit of the doubt. We’d only known each other for a short time, and I wanted him to feel welcome in his new surroundings.

During my first visit to Mark’s home, his parents to an instant liking to me. They said I was far more mature than any of his other friends. I was encouraged to visit often.

Mark’s father gave me a tour of the house and engaged me in conversation. He also introduced me to Mark’s sister, Tracy. I was surprised to learn that Mark had a sister – he’d neglected to mention her.

Tracy was not quite fourteen, but amazingly cute – just envision a young Amanda Tapping. She had a remarkable body and a girlish demeanor that made her irresistible.

Mark was less than kind to his sister. Tracy desperately wanted to hang out with him, but he constantly admonished her to leave him and his friends alone.

In the weeks that followed, I spent a great deal of time with Tracy. I was the only one of her brother’s friends who reached out to her, and she appreciated my friendship.

Tracy eventually developed a crush on me, and we spent many evenings in her parents’ basement sharing rented movies or listening to music. I didn’t immediately confide in her about my love of women’s feet and tickling. However, she was tolerant of my tickling attacks and even asked me to paint her toenails a few times.

One day, Mark invited me to join him and the rest of his friends for lunch. We were supposed to meet at his parents’ house and walk to the restaurant. My parents gave me some last minute chores, which made me late. By the time I reached Mark’s house, he and the other guys were gone. I was preparing to leave when I heard pleas for help.

Tracy was calling out to me from her bedroom, and she sounded desperate. I made my way through the house, opened the bedroom door and found her tied to the bed in a spread-eagle position. She explained that Mark’s friends did this to her when she tried to join them for lunch.

My first reaction was one of anger -- I was appalled that Mark and his friends were cruel enough to put Tracy through this. I was preparing to untie her when my tickling instincts abruptly surfaced. Seeing this pretty teenage girl lashed helplessly to her bed was more than I could resist.

While speaking in warm, soothing tones, I straddled Tracy’s waist, raised her shirt, and quietly explained my affinity for tickling. Her eyes widened, and she began blubbering and pleading hysterically.

NOTE: My goal was NOT to traumatize Tracy. She was my friend and I truly cared for her. I knew she felt vulnerable, so I proceeded cautiously.

I gently stroked Tracy’s stomach with light, feathery touches as involuntary giggles poured from her mouth. Her abdominal muscles were involuntarily contracting, and it almost seemed like her stomach was trying to evade my ticklish touch.

Before I go further, I’d like to clarify that Tracy was not frightened. She’d grown to trust me in the weeks leading up to this incident, and I’d tickled her many times before. Furthermore, I didn’t just leap onto the bed and apply my cruelest techniques – which proved to be a wise decision.

Once I was confident that Tracy could tolerate some playful experimentation, I applied my patented bread-kneading technique to her sides. This technique proved intense, and she shrieked, thrashed, and yanked at her bonds while pleading for mercy. I didn’t want her to become tense, so I eased up.

While giving Tracy a breather, I positioned myself beside her so our faces were mere inches apart. She knew the tickling was about to resume and seized the opportunity to take a few deep breaths.

I used my left hand to tenderly caress Tracy’s forehead while probing her belly button with the index finger of my right hand. She promptly emitted an aria of operatic giggles, which I enjoyed for more than two minutes. When her giggles became tainted with a hint of arousal, I decided to move on.

Tracy watched intently as I unlaced her white canvas sneakers and removed her socks. She knew how much I loved playing with her feet and didn’t bother pleading for mercy.

When my fingers made contact with Tracy’s soles, she howled with maniacal laughter and nearly thrashed the bed to pieces. I experimented with lighter touches until she was laughing and giggling with considerably less anxiety.

Tracy had been a wonderful sport about this entire experience, and I knew I should wrap things up. I stood beside the bed, instructed her to take a few deep breaths, and attacked her tummy and feet with wiggling fingers for nearly two minutes.

I kissed Tracy’s cheek and untied her. She remained on the bed giggling and smiling for nearly two minutes. She finally sat up, kissed me… and playfully smacked me with a large fluffy pillow until the stuffing began coming out.

Tracy wasn’t angry with me, but she was worried about being there when her brother and his friend returned. I escorted her to my house, where she remained with my family.

After Tracy’s parents got home, we called them and explained what Mark and his friends had done (no mention was made of our tickling session). Tracy’s father was especially furious, and asked me to bring his daughter home.

When we reached the house, Tracy’s father had Mark by the ear and was escorting him to the basement. My relationship with Mark ended that day, but I continued spending time with Tracy until I left for college.

Still having problems????

Hey reflexology414;
Haven't these difficulties been going on for a while? It seems that I remember you mentioning that quite some time ago. I hope you are working things out. You seem like a class act, at least going by what you've written. I was just thinking that it has been a while since we've heard from you. Well, if it helps at all, I think it'd be safe to say that we miss your stories. Hope to hear more from you soon. (Especally that you have solved all your problems!) Take care!

Thanks

Thanks for the kind feedback. I suffered a serious brain injury a few years ago, and it's been a back and forth struggle ever since (for the past few months things have been quite bumpy).

I've been really focussed on rehabilitation, I'm being dragged through an ugly lawsuit that may take another year to resolve, and I'm also trying to figure out some new career options (a conventional 40 hour per week schedule is out of the question now). By the way, if anyone at the TMF has career counseling experience (or if you simply wish to brainstorm on possible options for me), please send me a PM.

There have been some bright spots this year. Back in May, I had to travel out of state (it was just my second big adventure since the injury). My cousin Kate -- the same woman I've written about before -- suprised me by hooking up with me at my hotel, and we had lots of fun hanging out together.

Thanks again for your concern and kind words. I'm only sorry my post was so abbreviated -- this was a unique, wonderful experience, and I would have liked to write a full-length version... perhaps another time.

Sorry to hear all that, hope it gets better soon.

sorry to hear your troubles, but kickass story. (Applauses!!!!)

Another great story!! Hope things improve in your proffesional life.
Wishing you luck
GQguy

Get well . . .

Get well soon - and get back in touch with Tracy!

I have no reason to doubt your word, but it sure sounded like something out of a male tickler's fantasy, not a true story. But truth is stranger than fiction.

R414, as you tickled the 14-year old, weren't you afraid that her parents or someone else would show up? If you could hear Tracy yelling from outside her house, it stands to reason someone else could hear the tickling. (Imagine tickling the girl who is tied to her bed, only to turn around and see her father at the bedroom door!)

But it all worked out. Fantastic story! Where is Tracy today?

Thanks

Em Es,

Thanks for writing. You are one of many people who have posted, emailed, or sent a private message wishing me well. I appreciate the sentiment.

You are correct that truth is stranger than fiction. Frankly, many of the experiences I had while growing up sound like a male tickler’s fantasy. That was among my concerns in posting this experience, as well as my experiences with my cousin (I've decided not to post anything about my recent experience with Kate because it would sound too good to be true).

I must confess I was also worried that I might receive sharp criticism for tickling this poor girl while she was in a compromised position. Hopefully people won’t be too upset, considering that she wasn’t angry with me and we continued to be friends after that day.

About Tracy, I haven’t heard from her in a while. Her family moved away just before I was preparing to begin college. She stayed in touch for a while, but then we fell out of touch. One of my great frustrations in life is that so many people I once knew have moved away – and most of them moved halfway across the country.

I wish I could have written a full-length, detailed version of this experience. The abbreviated version leaves too many unanswered questions and really doesn’t capture the atmosphere in which this took place.

When I heard Tracy calling for help, I was standing on the front porch, and I could barely hear her. I doubt her voice carried far enough for anyone else to hear her.

Tracy’s parents were out of town that day, which is how she got into trouble in the first place. Back in those days, her parents often left her home alone for extended periods with her brother – a practice that promptly ended after this incident.

I assumed Mark and his friends would not be coming back terribly soon, based on what they'd told me when I was invited to join them for lunch. On that score, I gambled and got lucky.

NOTE: The last time I heard from Tracy was perhaps six years ago. She was enrolled in college at a school out west and her life seemed to be going quite well. For all I know, she could be married by now.

Hopefully this answers your questions, and I appreciate the time you took to write.

Please post that true story about Kate!

R414, why would you hesitate to post another story about Kate? Please reconsider and tell us what's going on with her!

As for Tracy, who knows, maybe she's lurking somewhere here in the TMF! Wouldn't it be cool to get a private message from her that says she recognized herself in your story?

By the way, twelve years ago a close family member of mine went through brain surgery. So I more than feel for you, R414.

Em Es

Em Es,

I cannot say this enough. In recent days, I’ve received supportive email from several members of the TMF, and it is appreciated – I just wish all of you lived closer so we could hang out! Thanks again to everyone.

Okay, going back to your email, I agree it would be nifty if Tracy just happened to be among us at the TMF. I’d certainly love to hear from her.

Please don’t think I’ll never write about Kate again. That’s not the case. I promise there will be more (some of the best experiences of my life were with her, and it would be a shame not to write them down).

I was initially planning to post about an experience I had with Kate in May, but I’ve had second thoughts in this past few days. There are a few TMF members I correspond with regularly who suggested I should try to write less about Kate and focus on other topics for a while. It’s a valid point.

A few other things have given me pause. If you thought my last post sounded like a male ticklers fantasy, you’d most likely come away from this one feeling the same way – despite the fact that it really happened.

Another minor snag is that this incident is strongly tied to my accident – not necessarily the happiest subject for me to write about at length. I didn’t think of that before I mentioned it here at the TMF, and I apologize.

I feel an obligation to share some of this with you since I’m the one who posted about this to begin with. I’ll give you the Cliff’s Notes version just so you’ll understand what I mean.

When I was injured a few summers back, I was hospitalized for two weeks. For the first several days, the doctors didn’t believe I would live, and my family was told to expect the worst. Kate was living out of state and dropped everything to rush to my bedside.

At the height of the crisis, I was unconscious for several hours, and there are at least four days I cannot remember. My family tells me that Kate literally slumped over my bed sobbing and didn’t leave the room until I pulled through. The experience really traumatized her, but she didn’t share that with me until just a few months ago.

When I came home from the hospital, I was a physical and psychological wreck. Kate was the only person who could get through to me. She stayed with me for the better part of a week, even though she had a husband and children waiting for her at home.

My lifelong connection to Kate proved invaluable. She was able to make me believe things would be okay when nobody else could.

There were times when my physical and psychological symptoms overwhelmed me, and words of encouragement simply weren’t enough. During those frightening moments, Kate exploited my love of women’s feet to keep me going.

Whenever things became more than I could handle, Kate reclined on my bed, placed her feet on my pillow and encouraged me to indulge. She also spoke in soothing tones about all of the foot games we played as children and more or less took me back in time several years before the accident.

** I never shared any of this with the TMF community because those were the ugliest, most terrifying days of my life. Even now, I can’t imagine writing a full-length account of those experiences because it was such a horrendous time for me. **

Okay, going back to May of this year… I went on a business trip. It was my first lengthy journey since my injury, and I insisted on traveling solo, over the explicit objections of my family. Things worked out okay, but it was scary.

Roughly ten days after I got home, my family made an appointment for me to see a specialist at a clinic more than seven hours away. I once again insisted on traveling alone, largely out of pride. Word of my impending travels reached Kate, and she decided to surprise me on the road.

Kate was waiting in the lobby of the hotel when I checked in. We did some sightseeing and hung out together just like old times. Everything was great until we got back to the hotel and she burst into tears while watching me leaf through my medical files – I’d brought them along to share with the doctor. She recounted the horror she felt at the hospital when it wasn’t clear that I’d survive. She’d hidden her feelings from me up until that moment because she didn’t want to upset me.

Several minutes passed as Kate struggled to compose herself, and I sensed that she needed to see me behaving like my old jolly self. With the silliest demeanor I could muster, I sat on the bed, removed her shoes and began playing with her feet. That proved to be a wise decision, as her mood quickly improved.

For the rest of the evening, and throughout much of the following day, Kate and I played just about every last one of our childhood foot games and behaved like silly children. We both had a great deal of fun, and this would have made a good full-length account, if it weren’t for the fact that it is so directly related to my injury and the trauma it inflicted on my family and me. Again, I’m sorry I didn’t figure that out until I’d started trying to write it down.

At the risk of repeating myself, I want to thank you for your highly supportive reply, and I promise to keep posting as my schedule allows. The next time I decide to share one of my experiences with Kate, I’ll pick one of our happier memories (like senior prom – I had great times with Kate and handful of her friends, and it was nothing but a delightful experience).

Thanks Em Es!

Em Es

I didn't hear from you today. I'm hopeful that my last post answered your questions and concerns.

Thanks again.

Thanks, R414

Kate sounds, to say the least, incredible. Most male ticklers would be happy to have a tickle friend like her. But it sounds as though your relationship runs much deeper. What an awesome woman.

Em Es,

Thanks for writing.

My relationship with Kate is unique. Our friendship is cemented by the fact that we grew up together. From the time we were infants, we spent a great deal of time together. Along the way, we became quite close.

I think a few people were a little surprised that my cousin went to such lengths to keep me distracted. You’ve had personal experience with brain injuries, so you can probably understand how dire the circumstances were.

My condition was poor, and the doctors didn’t take adequate steps to manage my symptoms. They also sent me home far too early. Kate was terrified that I would, in fact, attempt to end my life. That’s when she came up with the idea to keep me distracted by giving me unrestricted access to her feet. I honestly believe she saved my life.

Thanks again for your support. I will post again soon, and I think the prom weekend would be a wonderful experience to share. Between Kate and a handful of her friends, I had innumerable experiences, all of which were crammed into a space of forty-eight hours.

Just wanted to add my support man, I really enjoy your stories. Hope everything works out!

Thanks

I really appreciated the kind words. The support of the TMF community has meant a great deal to me.

I'm working hard to get things back on track. The original brain injury was actually a few summers ago. Things were improving until May when my neurological symptoms decided to go wild. The entire summer was rough, and and I'm still working through it.

Forward progress has been made. I've brought in another specialist and a nutritionist, both of whom are working hard to stabilize things for me.

When time permits, I'll work on that prom story I mentioned. It was one of the best experiences of my life, and I think it would be healthy to write about it.

great story
Hope things work out well for you

hey reflex,

I loved the story, I hope everything works out ok for you, and that you continue to keep posting some more.

Kindred Spirits

reflexology414,
After reading about Kate, I was going to say that she seemed to literally save your life, but you said it before me. You & she are kindred spirits. She's here to keep you going. I truly believe this.
All will be well. Patience. Your new tickling experiences will, once you have them, will once again be read by the TMF community for years to come.

Thanks to everyone

I appreciate the continued support from the TMF community. I will get through this difficult time and continue posting expereinces from my youth. I've actually begun work on writing up the prom weekend story I mentioned in my previous post.

The term kindred spirit is accurate. Kate truly did save my life when I was initially injured. I'm convinced of that.

Thanks again to everyone for the favorable feedback.