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Noeyes

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Memory`s of Mary


Some of my earliest memories about tickling occurred in my childhood. I was raised on a farm and other than school I had little or no contact with other children my own age. Except for summer holidays. We would have a flood of cousins come out from the cities. Mary was a cousin on my mothers side and she came out every summer. Mary and I played tickle games for as long as I can remember, I was 2 years older than her but that didn`t matter to Mary I was sort of the big brother she never had. We would play games like hide and seek except when you were found you had to allow a tickle of your captors choice, If you resisted you were punished. One of these hide and seek games sticks out in my memory. Mary had hidden in the hay loft of one of the barns. She had not anticipated that our dog was following her . Bruce was part German shepherd and something of a blood hound. He was always able to find Mary, and somehow Mary didn`t figure it out or didn`t care. Even though it meant a tickle when she was found.

Mary had hidden in the hay loft between some bales, I pushed over two of the bales onto her ,pinning her legs. I leapt over the bales with twine in hand to secure her wrists, then her feet were tied to the bales on her legs. She could probably escaped if she put her mind to it but Mary liked the capture and tickle game. I told her that she would be tortured till she told me where the others were hiding. I reached down and pulled of her shoes and socks and settled in for some fun First I started with my fingers then worked up to a straw. It is amazing how running a straw down the lines and clefts of a bound bare foot can be so exciting. Mary was not a screamer she enjoyed the tickling for as long as it lasted, she would squeal, struggle and sometimes beg for mercy but she never cried out loud enough for anyone to come and disturb us. I would spend a few minutes tickling her bare feet before moving up to her ribs and belly. The straw was no good for the ribs but was real effective on her belly. This day was a real bonus, she was wearing a sleeveless top. Our rules were when captured you loose your socks and shoes but any other bare skin was fair game. When I threatened to tickle her under the arms she really started to struggle and threatened to scream. I told her if she screamed I would gag her and torture her all afternoon. She let out one high pitch yell before I stuck my handkerchief into her mouth. I was going tho keep my promise to her and torture her all afternoon. I double checked my knots and picked up the straw. Slowly bringing it into her line of vision and dipping it into the center of her under arm like a dousing rod. I spent a few minutes tickling that under arm and told Mary that the other one was next. Mary was young and the underarm was as smooth as silk. The straw was doing its work as she struggled to free herself. This however only untucked her top and exposed all of her bare belly and ribs to my tickling fingers. Its funny now that I think about it, how time seems to speed up for the tickler and slow down for the ticklee. I jumped from one part of her body to another never letting her anticipate my next touch. I kept her in that loft for 2 hours, it seemed shorter to me but felt like an eternity for Mary. What always amazed me was even after that kind of tickle game Mary never told on me and was always willing to invent or participate in new games we invented.
 
Very nice

I enjoyed your story a great deal. My tickling origins are very similar to yours, and your post hit close to home for me.

Thanks for sharing.
 
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That was terrific, Markos!

Unfortunately I have nothing like that to tell. For one thing, people in my family (aunts and cousins) wouldn't feel comfortable enough to tickle anyone in my immediate family. For another, my mom hated to be tickled and there'd have been hell to pay.

Have anything else like this to relate? I'd love to read about it.
 
Noeyes said:
Memory`s of Mary


Some of my earliest memories about tickling occurred in my childhood. I was raised on a farm and other than school I had little or no contact with other children my own age. Except for summer holidays. We would have a flood of cousins come out from the cities. Mary was a cousin on my mothers side and she came out every summer. Mary and I played tickle games for as long as I can remember, I was 2 years older than her but that didn`t matter to Mary I was sort of the big brother she never had. We would play games like hide and seek except when you were found you had to allow a tickle of your captors choice, If you resisted you were punished. One of these hide and seek games sticks out in my memory. Mary had hidden in the hay loft of one of the barns. She had not anticipated that our dog was following her . Bruce was part German shepherd and something of a blood hound. He was always able to find Mary, and somehow Mary didn`t figure it out or didn`t care. Even though it meant a tickle when she was found.

Mary had hidden in the hay loft between some bales, I pushed over two of the bales onto her ,pinning her legs. I leapt over the bales with twine in hand to secure her wrists, then her feet were tied to the bales on her legs. She could probably escaped if she put her mind to it but Mary liked the capture and tickle game. I told her that she would be tortured till she told me where the others were hiding. I reached down and pulled of her shoes and socks and settled in for some fun First I started with my fingers then worked up to a straw. It is amazing how running a straw down the lines and clefts of a bound bare foot can be so exciting. Mary was not a screamer she enjoyed the tickling for as long as it lasted, she would squeal, struggle and sometimes beg for mercy but she never cried out loud enough for anyone to come and disturb us. I would spend a few minutes tickling her bare feet before moving up to her ribs and belly. The straw was no good for the ribs but was real effective on her belly. This day was a real bonus, she was wearing a sleeveless top. Our rules were when captured you loose your socks and shoes but any other bare skin was fair game. When I threatened to tickle her under the arms she really started to struggle and threatened to scream. I told her if she screamed I would gag her and torture her all afternoon. She let out one high pitch yell before I stuck my handkerchief into her mouth. I was going tho keep my promise to her and torture her all afternoon. I double checked my knots and picked up the straw. Slowly bringing it into her line of vision and dipping it into the center of her under arm like a dousing rod. I spent a few minutes tickling that under arm and told Mary that the other one was next. Mary was young and the underarm was as smooth as silk. The straw was doing its work as she struggled to free herself. This however only untucked her top and exposed all of her bare belly and ribs to my tickling fingers. Its funny now that I think about it, how time seems to speed up for the tickler and slow down for the ticklee. I jumped from one part of her body to another never letting her anticipate my next touch. I kept her in that loft for 2 hours, it seemed shorter to me but felt like an eternity for Mary. What always amazed me was even after that kind of tickle game Mary never told on me and was always willing to invent or participate in new games we invented.
you sed this was in your childhood. how old were you guys then? or, if you dont want to tell, teens or preteens?
 
Markos said:
One of my earlier memories happened when I was in my early teens.

My Aunt Jill (mid thirtees) and her daughter Hannah(14), came to visit my mom. I went to my room leaving the three of them to chat while I listened to some music. Suddenly, after about an hour, I heared this screaming and laughing coming from the lounge. I dashed down to find my mom pinned to the floor by my Hannah who had started tickling her while my aunt held her wrists above her head. I knew it was mom straight away, because her laugh rang out like a peal of bells. She would take a deep breath then laugh and laugh until she ran out of air and then repeat it again.

My mom was always very, very ticklish and was one of those people who just go to pieces if you tickle them. She was simply laughing her head off at the top of her voice and could hardly speak. Before long my mom was in stitches and was totally helpless.

But what really sent her off the scale with laughter was one my Aunt began tickling her feet through her nylons. Mom just went hysterical and had tears of laughter rolling down her face. Jill trapped my mom's leg and kind of folded her legs around mom's so she couldn't move and then with one finger just stroked the sole and in between the toes. Mom started laughing really hard and couldn't stop.

Mum was begging and calling me to help, but my aunt said they would get me if I tried. This was the worst I'd ever seen mom tickled. Apparently Mom had been teasing Hannah over something and my aunt, knowing mom was so ticklish, told Hannah that the best way to get her back was to tickle her.

I don't know who was having the most fun, my aunt or Hannah. They kept mom laughing for what must have seemed like ages. Mom was on the point of crying with laughter and Hannah would stop tickling until she recovered a little and then attacked again. She had her knees on mom's arms and was tickling her armpits and ribs until mom burst out laughing again. Hannah managed to find a weak spot just underneath mom's ribs that really tickled her to death and was guaranteed to get her pleading.

In the end, or course, they had to stop. I think mom felt a liitle embarrased afterwards but it all ended in good natured humour.

Great story, I love the idea of older women being tickled. Here's my first true experience:

I've had an active interest in stocking feet for as long as I can remember; I don't know why, I couldn't tell you how I just knew that I felt very strange in my tummy at an early age whenever a woman walked around the house, or was shown on the television, in stocking feet. I can remember feeling this way when I saw the David Copperfiled trick with Catherine Bach, and not only did he get her shoes off, but he also (supposedly) gave her a foot tickle. My tickle fetish didn't come along until later, as I was just happy looking at stocking feet. For years, this was all I could do, until one year, we went to visit my aunt in Scotland (I'm English, by the way).

My nan was staying with us for a fortnight or so, about a month before we were due to visit my aunt. I wasn't that bothered about it to begin with, until, for some reason, my nan happened to mention that my aunt loved to have her feet tickled.

HELLO!!!!!!!

As soon as I heard that, I couldnt wait to get there! I hadn't seen my aunt in years, so I didn't know quite how I was going to achieve it, but I did know that I would have a fortnight of staying there to find out!

Now, my aunt is an attractive blonde haired woman, who, at the time, always wore a blue nurse type uniform, and white tights. She would walk around either in open toes flat sandal style slippers, or just in stocking feet!! I was in my element! Plus, my aunt has a heart of gold, and so she didn't object to myself and my sister demanding her time! It was absolutely superb, but just one thing: how to tickle her feet? I didn't want to appear odd, and I certainly didn't want to get into trouble, so I just waited, looking at her white stocking feet whenever I got the chance. I'd often get to see her soles, as she'd be kneeling down, or she'd be playing with her shoes under the table. It was fantastic, a whole new world was finally opening itself up for me!

But how to tickle her?

In the end, it was my sister (3 years younger than me) who solved my problem, by tickling my aunt's feet while she sat down. My aunt just looked at her and smiled, saying how much she enjoyed it. Well, that was all I needed to hear. I turned around, and also began to tickle her feet for her, a slow, gentle tickling, just to relax her. Back then, this was enough for me, just to be touching her wonderful, smooth, dainty white stocking feet!! It was fantastic, and for the rest of the holiday, my aunt's feet weren't left untouched!

My parents would often go out for the evening, my uncle would be working late, my cousins weren't interested in two little kids, so it was me, my sister and my aunt. I'd instigate reasons to tickle, stroke, massage and rub her feet every night, and my aunt certainly wasn't complaining!!

At one point, I tickled her feet with her legs resting on my shoulders, and on another, we even pretended to open a beauty salon, with my aunt as the customer, and as my sister played with her hair, I paid all my attention to her feet for about half an hour or so. At one point, she even said that ticking was more relaxing than massaging, after I'd given her the option of which to have. I even complained to her for wearing white tights all the time, and not black ones!!

Now that I remember it, I can recall being on the sofa with my aunt, the rest of the family in the room, watching some holiday slides. My aunt had kicked off her slippers, and as I was sitting very close to her, and the lights were out, I gingerly moved my foot over to hers, just gently touching it. I'm not sure if she noticed or not, but she did adjust her seating position slightly so that she was closer to me!!! She later went out of the room to get a drink, at which point her slippers went on, but as soon as she came back, they came off again.

Maybe she had me sussed at the age of 11, who knows? All I know is that my aunt, like many of us here, is responsible for igniting my unfulfilled foot fetish in ways that still carry on today! She's responsible for the birth, the indulgence throughout various intervals of my teenage years. I'll talk about my later experiences at other times, but for now, I hope you've all enjoyed this one.

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
Terrific tales, noeyes and smash! I enjoyed them both. Actually, I'm a long-time fan of your posts. But then, you probably knew that.
 
The second of several aunt childhood tickles.

This has been posted on the TMF already. Anyway, without further ado, here's one featuring my aunt from when I was 12 years old. I had been tickling my aunt's feet for about a year or so at this point (well, this was actually my second major chance to get her, as she lives some distance away). We were visiting her, and I was left in the front room with her, my sister and my great uncle. I was cuddling up to my aunt on the sofa, and she was wearing a blue shirt, dark blue blouse, dark blue/ purple tights and pink slippers (it was 1987, come on!). She was curled up on the sofa with her legs under her, giving me great access to her feet. Her slippers, which never came off throughout, were of the open toed/mule variety, which showed off plenty of her foot.

Anyhow, as I knew how she loved having her feet tickled and massaged, I slowly began to stroke her foot. I wasn't really into tickling then, just touching stocking feet was more than enough for me. Anyhow, she was talking to my great uncle non stop, and she said nothing when my fingers made contact with her feet, but began cuddling me tighter, so I knew she must have been enjoying it. I was in heaven, having tickled her white stocking feet endlessly the year before. Right now, though, I must have tickled her feet for about an hour or so, before I looked down and realised that I'd been tickling her instep and not her sole!!!!!

I was devastaed, as I thought I'd not made much impact on her feet, especially as I thought I'd been getting her sole throughout! Never mind, let's chalk it up to experience....I've got a couple more aunt stories from my youth, but these are best saved for another time. Always like to keep my audience hanging on...!!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
This puts me more on the 'lee end of things.....

....my older cousin Linda loved to tickle me to make me laugh.....one day, she agreed to look after me while my mother ran some errands.....I'd been playing outside for quite some time, and it was soon time for me to bathe and eat.....(I was about 5 or 6). So, I bathed, ate what Linda prepared, and a little later, we were in the living room watching TV.....now...after a little while or so, Linda began wiggling her finger into my side...making me giggle immediately....she then reached around and began doing the same thing on my OTHER side.....prompting more laughter...before too much longer, she grabbed my ankles and planted my feet square on her lap and proceeded to tickle my feet in such a way that only my mother could've matched!! I was laughing like there was no tomorrow....and in spite of that, she didn't really show any signs of stopping! I could hear her giggling and squealing delightedly at how she was making me react, and she wrapped her leg around mine to keep my feet more still; enabling her to tickle them with a bit less struggle. I was thoroughly WIPED out when she was finished.....I was giggling a good 5 minutes after she stopped!!!
 
Childhood Tickles

One day when I was 16 three of us, myself, Vicki and a guy called Adam went to the big field behind the school during a free period. They were seeing each other, but didn't mind me tagging along. While we were there, laying on the grass, Vicki announced that she was going to take her clothes of (!). Of course, she wasn't, but that didn't stop me from offering to help her!!

'Let's start with these', I said, and took off her beaten up scruffy black slip on shoes. She protested mildly, but gave up as soon as I began taking them off. I threw them over to the other side of the field, so she couldn't put them on. Now, I'd tickled Vicki's feet before this, so she may have been a bit uneasy, but if she was, she didn't show it. We all carried on talking, Vicki still shoeless, when I couldn't resist it anymore!

'Hey, Vicki, I was wondering...', and with that, began to tickle her black socked feet. She howled and moaned, not really laughing, and tried to escape, but couldn't. Adam was just laughing, unaware of my foot fetish! Also, I wouldn't, even now, screw a mate up over a woman, so he knew it wasn't any attempt to chat her up. While she moaned that I was tickling her feet, I then apologised, and offered a foot massage instead.

She wasn't even able to say yes before I started, and the difference in her was remarkable! Her moans now became ones of pleasure, and her voice became dreamy and distant. I was in my element, having tickled and massaged just on the off chance!! This carried on for about twenty minutes, before I went back to get her shoes and we went back to school. I remember that she made reference to it only once more after that, but sadly it was in front of everyone!!! They looked at me funnily, but nothing was ever said. If only they knew...

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
Anyhow, I'm going to talk about two women, Tina and Irene, who were my friend's mothers. They were both very different to one another, Tina was young, attractive and into heavy metal, Irene was middle aged, plump, and went to church. Regardless, they both separately allowed me to induldge in footplay with them, from when I was aged 13 to 16!

Here's the stories about Tina:

I was aged 12 when I first started going around her hosue to visit her son. We were both big WWF fans (as it was then), and I used to go over there every Saturday night to watch it. Throughout all this time, Tina would always wear sandal type shoes and tan or white tights (although she always referred to them as 'stockings'). Anyhow, one night, we decided to play 'Blind Man's Buff', and my mate was the one with the blindfold on. I'd decided to put loads of obstacles in his way, and asked her if she had any ideas for obstacles. Amongst other things, she came up with shoes. Wahey!!

'Great idea,Tina!! Here, may I...?' and with that, I reached down to take her shoes off. As she was in sandals, they were very easy to take off, but I made sure for it to take longer. As I lifted up her tan stocking leg, I placed my hand around her heel in an attempt to get some 'leverage', and pulled off her shoe. I did the same to the other one, and there she sat, shoeless and in stocking feet, my friend's cool mum!! My heart was beating, but I made sure tog et on with the game of blind man's buff. Once this was done, myself and my friend went to put her shoes back on her feet, but put them on the wrong one's on purpose! She shook them off, but asked us to be careful of her feet.

'Why, are they ticklish?' I asked
'Erm...yes', she said sheepishly
'Like this?', and with that, I attacked her stocking sole! She flinched, shot me a dirty look, but had a small smile on her face, so I knew I'd hit paydirt. For the next few years after that, I get her feet several times over!

There were the times that we had wrestling matches ourselves, and I'd insist on her doing it in stocking feet. I'd always take off her shoes before hand, and say to her 'Fancy a wrestling match?' and not only would she never complain about me taking her shoes off, but she'd always give me the match, allowing me access to her stocking feet even more!!! Hell, I'd make her submit by tickling her feet!!!! Another time, when I was wrestling my mate, she was shoeless (I'd probably taken them off!!), and I was on the floor directly under her feet, and I got a great sole shot!! I'd use her foot to try and escape the hold, agani using it for 'leverage', and she never complained once!

In fact, I remember one time I was in the house alone with her (I was about 14 or 15), just the two of us watching tv, and she curled her stocking feet up onto the sofa and had her toes just gently touching my thighs!!! Whether she knew what she was doing or not I don't know, but, my God, I was in wonderland!!!

Her son and I soon split up, which was a same, as I enjoyed messing around with her feet. However, almost directly after Tina came the other friend's mother, Irene:

Now, as I've said, Irene wasn't much of a looker, but she was always quit easy to dupe into getting her shoes off. She'd normally wear American tan tights as well, sometimes white, sometimes black. I do recall that it took her ages to show me her feet, as she was always in shoes or slippers. One day, she came in from working late, and I was at her front room table doing an essay. My mate was in his bedroom on his computer, and she flopped down onto the setee, and slowly began to take her shoes off. Maybe she saw me looking, but she stoped halfway, and just had her feet resting outside her shoes, they weren't totally put of them. I was desperate for her to get them off, which after about ten minutes, she did. I knew that I'd have to see her feet again, and made sure to do so.

I'd ask her how tall she was, and get her to take her shoes off to show me (this was about the same time I was doing this very thing to teachers at school under the guise of a 'science project'), which she'd do, no questions asked! Once her slippers came off, I'd bend down and pretend to be measuring her, accidentally touching her stocking feet!! Other times I'd insist she put her feet up, and take off her slippers to get her comfortbale, and on two occassions I even gave her a foot massage!!! One was in front of my friend as well!

The first time I made her put her feet up, asked if she wanted her feet massaged, asked my mate if it was alright, he wasn't bothered, and so off I went, just gently massaging away onher tan stocking soles. She just lay back and enjoyed it. The second time was even better....

My friend had conned me into washing his car with him, which I was less then impressed about, as he'd got me to his house under false pretences. During this time, we had to keep going upstairs to get refills of water. While I was up there alone, with my friend still washing the car, I began talking to his mum, who was sitting on her bed reading a book. I noticed, that for the first time in the two years or so that I'd been visiting my mate (I was about 15 at this point), she was wearing black tights!! Wow!!! Now this was too good to resist! I began talking to her, and as we talked, I beagn chanign the topic to her shoes. DUH!!!

Anyway, as we were talking, I sat in front of her, and asked if she'd like to try on my spanking brand new white Nike trainers (which I was very proud of, now I couldn't bring myself to buy Nike, but that's another story!). She said yes, slipped off her slippers, and put them on. We had a bit of a chat, and I went to get my trainers back from her. As I took them off her feet, I gave them a little tickle, but she didn't flinch, as she wasn't ticklish.

I expressed disappointment with this, and asked if I could carry on. She laughed, but placed her black stocking feet in my lap, and let me gently tickle and massage them for about ten minutes. As I did it, I was talking to her, asking if it tickled, and if she was enjoying it, to which the answers were 'no' and 'yes'. To try and get them to tickle, I started going harder and faster, but to no avail, as the telephone began ringing.

Here comes the best part!

She was on the phone for about five minutes or so, then hung up. Without saying anything else, she came back into the bedroom, sat on the bed and then swung her feet back up into my lap!!! Well, I didn't need any encouragement, so I went to work on them again, massaging and tickling them, finding one little ticklish spot on her feet, just by the side and top of the instep! She flinched and laughed when I found it, and pulled away, saying it tickled! I promised not to do it again, and carried on massaging her feet.

I then took a chance and sniffed her foot from toes to heel, and said that they smelt, even though they didn't. She took offence to this, protesting that her feet didn't smell, that she'd just had a bath ect etc. This seemed like a good point to end things, so I apologised and let her go. I must have played with her feet for about 25 minutes.

Amazingly, throughout all this time, my friend stayed downstairs washing the car...

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
Okay, here's an aunt story from when I was 14. I hope you enjoy it!

First, some background. At the time, my aunt was in charge of an old people's residential home, and she lived on site. One of the people she was looking after was my nan (!), as she was getting a bit old, and it seemed easier for her to be cared for both professionally and emotionally by her own daughter. While we were visiting, myself and my parents would always pop down the hall to visit her before and after we went out.

This particular day, we had been walking an awful lot around an outdoor market. My aunt had been with us, and while we were sitting down for a burger, I'd noticed her slipping her white stocking feet in and out of her shoes. Because of this, I desperately wanted to play with her feet as soon as we got back, but had no idea how I'd achieve it while my parents and sister were around. This thought stayed with me all the way home, as did the image of my aunt's dancing stocking feet.

However, my problems were soon solved for me!! Upon our arrival back at the flat, my parent's announced that they were going to visit my nan. My aunt was going to stay at the flat, though. When my sister announced that she was going to go with my parents, I knew I had to stay with my aunt, as this could be my only chance!! My parents were fine with that, as was my aunt, and so, my plan was underway!!

We sat down in the front room, my aunt and I, just talking and watching TV. I was in an armchair, and she was alongside me in a rocking chair. She was wearing a white blouse, bottle green trousers, white tights, and had changed into a pair of emerald green slippers. I was thinking of stuff to change the course of the conversation onto feet, but, as if fate wasn't smiling on me enough that day, it smiled on me once more!

Being an attentive woman, my aunt asked if I was comfortable enough in my chair. I said yes, as it was a very plush and deep armchair. To keep the conversation, flowing, I asked if she was comfortbale. She said yes, but complained that her feet always got stuck when she was in the rocking chair.....

YES!

This was my chance! An opening in the conversation, all alone with my aunt....there was no time like the present! I went for it...

'....oh, right. Speaking of feet, do you still like having yours tickled?'

There. I'd said it. I'd blurted it out very fast, but I'd said it! My heart raced as I waited for my aunt's response...

'Oh, yes, very much so!!'

There was only one thing left to do. Strike while the iron's hot, Smash!!

' Would you like to have them tickled?", I asked, trying to keep my voice natural.

She laughed, her head leaning back, and shuffled her feet out of her slippers. They were all mine!!! She placed her feet on the edge of my knee, such was the way we were sitting. I began tickling the soles of her stocking feet, that wonderful material at my fingertips!! As I was about to start stroking the whole of her foot, she warned me that she had a verucca, and asked that I be careful of it.

Perfect....

You see, this gave me the excuse to swing myself around, under the pretence of 'seeing' whereabouts I was tickling her feet, and to avoid her verucca. It was also the first time that I had her feet in my lap!!!

It was incredible, this woman, my first proper indulgence in tickling stocking feet, was lying there, in a trance, as my fingers danced over her stocking soles. I looked at her while I did so, to see a great big smile on her face, as she reached almost a dreamlike quality!! I had a big smile on my face as well, as I was living one of my dreams!!! It was wonderful, I went up her soles, traced her insteps, stroked her heels, it was heavenly! At one point, my aunt slumped even further back in her chair, saying it was 'Bliss'!!!

For us both!!!

Sadly, all good things had to come to an end, and all too soon, my family came back from my nan's. I think they saw me tickling my aunt's feet when they came in, I honestly can't remember if they did, or if I'd stopped in time. However, the fact that I'd had another taste of her stocking feet only made me hungry for more!!!

Thankfully, I wouldn't have to wait for long....

Hope you enjoyed it, people! More to follow soon!

Cheers, everybody,
SmashTV
 
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