reflexology414
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Have any of you ever managed to garner tickling opportunities in exchange for favors? This has worked for me on a number of occasions, although such opportunities are generally few and far between.
In my high school years, I sometimes arranged tickling encounters in exchange for other favors. For example, when I was a senior, my best friend’s sister Stephanie approached me on a Saturday morning. She wanted to attend a huge concert that afternoon in a neighboring town. However, she had no money for tickets and her parents wouldn’t give her permission to go (her folks were a bit stodgy and felt all forms of popular music were the product of Satan).
I drove Stephanie’s to the concert, paid for her ticket, and gave her a ride home. I even threw in a Pizza Hut takeout order to sweeten the deal. In exchange, she sat in my parked car, removed her shoes and socks, and let me tickle-torture her adorable feet for more than ten minutes. NOTE: Before you think I’m a monster, Stephanie often made such deals with me and it was NOT traumatic for her.
Another occasion that stands out involved my cousin Kate (I said I wasn’t going to write about her for a while, but we had many wonderful tickling experiences together). I think we were approximately seventeen when this happened, and it was a sunny Saturday morning.
Kate and our mutual friend Kelly decided to visit some college guys at a school two hours away (they met at an athletic event a few weeks earlier). Of course the girls didn’t have permission from their parents when they undertook this endeavor. Things got complicated when their car broke down.
Kate and Kelly didn’t have the option of calling a tow truck or garage because their parents would find out where they’d been. I received a frantic call from Kate shortly before noon. She explained her situation and I immediately jumped in my car. Realizing this might be a golden opportunity, I packed some of my best foot supplies and a fully loaded picnic basket.
When I found the girls, they were extremely anxious. Both of them were concerned their parents would discover where they’d been, and they were extremely worried about the car. I spent a few minutes under the hood and quickly located the problem. It was nothing I couldn’t handle.
Before I fixed the car, I seized the opportunity to broker a deal. Because of our previous experiences, Kate and Kelly knew what I wanted before I had the chance to articulate my plans.
I escorted them to a grassy spot, covered the ground with a picnic blanket, and invited them to sit with me. They removed their shoes and socks, and I tickled each of them for several minutes. I instructed them to remain barefoot while I fixed the car.
When the repairs were complete and I could demonstrate the car was working, I rejoined the girls. I served them snacks and beverages and spent at least thirty minutes massaging their feet before we left. I also provided them an airtight alibi when we spoke to their parents later in the day.
More recently, I enjoyed a friendship with a cute girl, Monica, from a local college. Like so many college students, Monica encountered financial difficulties. Her job as a waitress didn’t pay well enough to get her through the month.
Monica knew of my foot fetish, and it truly didn’t bother her. She sometimes approached me for foot massages, and playful tickles were usually involved.
Monica’s financial situation reached a dire stage, and she contacted me in desperation. She had no groceries, and her car was running on empty. While discussing her situation, we brokered a deal. I offered to put gas in her car once a month and provide her with a two-week supply of groceries, in exchange for her indulgence of my foot fetish. This usually included fifteen or twenty minutes of intense tickling, sometimes performed with an electric toothbrush, followed by shoe modeling and a lengthy foot massage.
Monica has since moved away, but we parted on very good terms and she said she appreciated my help during her difficult financial times. She also claimed our sessions were fun.
In my high school years, I sometimes arranged tickling encounters in exchange for other favors. For example, when I was a senior, my best friend’s sister Stephanie approached me on a Saturday morning. She wanted to attend a huge concert that afternoon in a neighboring town. However, she had no money for tickets and her parents wouldn’t give her permission to go (her folks were a bit stodgy and felt all forms of popular music were the product of Satan).
I drove Stephanie’s to the concert, paid for her ticket, and gave her a ride home. I even threw in a Pizza Hut takeout order to sweeten the deal. In exchange, she sat in my parked car, removed her shoes and socks, and let me tickle-torture her adorable feet for more than ten minutes. NOTE: Before you think I’m a monster, Stephanie often made such deals with me and it was NOT traumatic for her.
Another occasion that stands out involved my cousin Kate (I said I wasn’t going to write about her for a while, but we had many wonderful tickling experiences together). I think we were approximately seventeen when this happened, and it was a sunny Saturday morning.
Kate and our mutual friend Kelly decided to visit some college guys at a school two hours away (they met at an athletic event a few weeks earlier). Of course the girls didn’t have permission from their parents when they undertook this endeavor. Things got complicated when their car broke down.
Kate and Kelly didn’t have the option of calling a tow truck or garage because their parents would find out where they’d been. I received a frantic call from Kate shortly before noon. She explained her situation and I immediately jumped in my car. Realizing this might be a golden opportunity, I packed some of my best foot supplies and a fully loaded picnic basket.
When I found the girls, they were extremely anxious. Both of them were concerned their parents would discover where they’d been, and they were extremely worried about the car. I spent a few minutes under the hood and quickly located the problem. It was nothing I couldn’t handle.
Before I fixed the car, I seized the opportunity to broker a deal. Because of our previous experiences, Kate and Kelly knew what I wanted before I had the chance to articulate my plans.
I escorted them to a grassy spot, covered the ground with a picnic blanket, and invited them to sit with me. They removed their shoes and socks, and I tickled each of them for several minutes. I instructed them to remain barefoot while I fixed the car.
When the repairs were complete and I could demonstrate the car was working, I rejoined the girls. I served them snacks and beverages and spent at least thirty minutes massaging their feet before we left. I also provided them an airtight alibi when we spoke to their parents later in the day.
More recently, I enjoyed a friendship with a cute girl, Monica, from a local college. Like so many college students, Monica encountered financial difficulties. Her job as a waitress didn’t pay well enough to get her through the month.
Monica knew of my foot fetish, and it truly didn’t bother her. She sometimes approached me for foot massages, and playful tickles were usually involved.
Monica’s financial situation reached a dire stage, and she contacted me in desperation. She had no groceries, and her car was running on empty. While discussing her situation, we brokered a deal. I offered to put gas in her car once a month and provide her with a two-week supply of groceries, in exchange for her indulgence of my foot fetish. This usually included fifteen or twenty minutes of intense tickling, sometimes performed with an electric toothbrush, followed by shoe modeling and a lengthy foot massage.
Monica has since moved away, but we parted on very good terms and she said she appreciated my help during her difficult financial times. She also claimed our sessions were fun.
