Back in college, I dated an Asian woman named Nancy. She was very sensual and was the first person to ever suggest tying me up. One night she brought me to her apartment and tied me spread eagle to her bed. Although I had tickled her often from the moment I met her (she had the greatest little giggle and the cutest light brown feet), she had never shown any interest in tickling me. Once she had me tied up, I was very anxious to find out what she had planned for me. The first thing she did was awesome. She had figured out some time before that I liked her feet. She never said a word, but just began painting her toenails an incredible red color that went perfectly with her skin color. Anyway, she started by standing over me and putting her feet in my face and lightly running them over parts of my body.
I was actually trying very hard not to have a ticklish reaction. I did fine for a while but she eventually started using her fingertips ever so lightly around my hip region. I gasped and started to wiggle back and forth. She started to laugh and said, “I can’t believe that you’re ticklish.” She then explored my entire body with her fingers moving faster and faster. When she hit my pits I really went crazy. She jumped on top of me and went nuts on me. We were both laughing our heads off while she worked me over. I never asked her to stop because I wanted it to go on forever.
After that, the bondage sessions always included some tickling. One thing that I learned from her is how incredible the mouth and tongue can be as tickling tools. She was very oral and liked to kiss and lick all over. It was almost unbearable some of the time but it was the best. She on the other hand would beg for mercy when I did it to her. Her best spots were her ears, neck, armpits, hips, knees and feet. A tongue between her toes would send her through the roof. I’m telling you, I have never heard a better tickle induced giggle before or since. Oh, the small of her back was extremely ticklish too. She would plead for me to stop if I even got close to that spot.
When I put my tongue in her ear or nibbled on her neck, the giggle was not enough. She would scream and thrash and let out this deep laugh sound that she never made any other time. It was one of the only times that I have felt so bad for a tickle victim that I stopped tickling on my own because she seemed to be going out of her mind and unable to even ask for me to stop. I rarely actually tickled her with my fingers because she couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds.
There was one time that my college buddy who I am convinced is one of us tickled her senseless because she was being a smart-ass. It was one of those great situations where he jammed his fingers in her armpits and she clamped down on them. When she would yell for him to take them out he would claim that he couldn’t because she wouldn’t let go. That went on until he put her feet in a headlock and tickled her until she escaped.
Last mini story about her (there are many), I used to wash her in the shower with a brush and a loofah. She would literally climb the walls of the shower when I used that brush on her feet. The other thing that always got her was just soaping her wet feet up with the bar of soap. She would lean forward with her hands on the wall while giggling like a maniac.
I learned a lot from her during the six months or so that we were dating. I will always remember her as the first woman to discover my foot fetish and go out of her way to cater to it without ever making me feel like a weirdo. By the time we went our separate ways, she loved to be tickled and clearly saw it as foreplay. My wife now benefits greatly from the lessons I learned from her.
Wait, one last story. The first time we ever really spent any time together I tickled her. She and her best friend were over at my apartment late at night. I had a big pit couch that basically turned into a bed when the ottoman was in the middle. I was about 2 am and her friend had fallen asleep while we were watching some movie. In a move that was very out of character for me due to my fear of having my foot fetish discovered, I reached over and grabbed her foot as she sat on the edge of the couch (the ottoman was in place). She had kept her shoes on for the entire time and I had never seen her feet. She was wearing those little white Keds with no laces. She just looked at me as I slid the shoe slowly off of her foot. She looked over at her friend briefly then back at me. I held my index finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet. I did not want a witness. I removed her shoe to find probably a size 4.5 or 5 foot as she was about 4’10“ tall. The big toe was a lot longer than the others (almost too much so) and the other toes were just tiny. Her toenails were unpainted but nicely trimmed and kind of shiny.
I lightly tickled the bottom of her foot for a few seconds as she smiled broadly. She then covered her mouth with her hand and gestured toward her friend. I tickled a bit more and stopped. She kind of winked at me and started to get ready to leave. It turns out that my now wife ended up being friends with Nancy’s friend and actually had heard through her that I liked Nancy’s feet. I guess Nancy told her friends everything (that is scary). Somehow my wife assumed that my interest was just in Nancy’s feet and didn’t think it was a full blown fetish. She didn’t figure that out until we had been together for a while and I finally asked her to paint her toenails. Ok, you guys are probably bored to death by now.
The End.
I was actually trying very hard not to have a ticklish reaction. I did fine for a while but she eventually started using her fingertips ever so lightly around my hip region. I gasped and started to wiggle back and forth. She started to laugh and said, “I can’t believe that you’re ticklish.” She then explored my entire body with her fingers moving faster and faster. When she hit my pits I really went crazy. She jumped on top of me and went nuts on me. We were both laughing our heads off while she worked me over. I never asked her to stop because I wanted it to go on forever.
After that, the bondage sessions always included some tickling. One thing that I learned from her is how incredible the mouth and tongue can be as tickling tools. She was very oral and liked to kiss and lick all over. It was almost unbearable some of the time but it was the best. She on the other hand would beg for mercy when I did it to her. Her best spots were her ears, neck, armpits, hips, knees and feet. A tongue between her toes would send her through the roof. I’m telling you, I have never heard a better tickle induced giggle before or since. Oh, the small of her back was extremely ticklish too. She would plead for me to stop if I even got close to that spot.
When I put my tongue in her ear or nibbled on her neck, the giggle was not enough. She would scream and thrash and let out this deep laugh sound that she never made any other time. It was one of the only times that I have felt so bad for a tickle victim that I stopped tickling on my own because she seemed to be going out of her mind and unable to even ask for me to stop. I rarely actually tickled her with my fingers because she couldn’t take it for more than a few seconds.
There was one time that my college buddy who I am convinced is one of us tickled her senseless because she was being a smart-ass. It was one of those great situations where he jammed his fingers in her armpits and she clamped down on them. When she would yell for him to take them out he would claim that he couldn’t because she wouldn’t let go. That went on until he put her feet in a headlock and tickled her until she escaped.
Last mini story about her (there are many), I used to wash her in the shower with a brush and a loofah. She would literally climb the walls of the shower when I used that brush on her feet. The other thing that always got her was just soaping her wet feet up with the bar of soap. She would lean forward with her hands on the wall while giggling like a maniac.
I learned a lot from her during the six months or so that we were dating. I will always remember her as the first woman to discover my foot fetish and go out of her way to cater to it without ever making me feel like a weirdo. By the time we went our separate ways, she loved to be tickled and clearly saw it as foreplay. My wife now benefits greatly from the lessons I learned from her.
Wait, one last story. The first time we ever really spent any time together I tickled her. She and her best friend were over at my apartment late at night. I had a big pit couch that basically turned into a bed when the ottoman was in the middle. I was about 2 am and her friend had fallen asleep while we were watching some movie. In a move that was very out of character for me due to my fear of having my foot fetish discovered, I reached over and grabbed her foot as she sat on the edge of the couch (the ottoman was in place). She had kept her shoes on for the entire time and I had never seen her feet. She was wearing those little white Keds with no laces. She just looked at me as I slid the shoe slowly off of her foot. She looked over at her friend briefly then back at me. I held my index finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet. I did not want a witness. I removed her shoe to find probably a size 4.5 or 5 foot as she was about 4’10“ tall. The big toe was a lot longer than the others (almost too much so) and the other toes were just tiny. Her toenails were unpainted but nicely trimmed and kind of shiny.
I lightly tickled the bottom of her foot for a few seconds as she smiled broadly. She then covered her mouth with her hand and gestured toward her friend. I tickled a bit more and stopped. She kind of winked at me and started to get ready to leave. It turns out that my now wife ended up being friends with Nancy’s friend and actually had heard through her that I liked Nancy’s feet. I guess Nancy told her friends everything (that is scary). Somehow my wife assumed that my interest was just in Nancy’s feet and didn’t think it was a full blown fetish. She didn’t figure that out until we had been together for a while and I finally asked her to paint her toenails. Ok, you guys are probably bored to death by now.
The End.