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My wife and I met 12 years ago, one of the very first things I ever found out about her was that she hated having her feet touched and was so truly, helplessly ticklish that she hated her feet being touched for that reason. She’d go from confident and strong to screaming and kicking in no time flat.
She is 5’6, brown hair and dark brown eyes. She’s a 10 on anyone’s scale physically and her size 9 feet, oddly enough have been coveted by many both before me and during our time together. She’s always shrugged and she just doesn’t understand what the fuss is about her soles. Her and I are both extremely dominant in our lives. She runs a department of her financial institution and most of the men are scared of her. She’s not a rude feminist type nor is she the type that enjoys emasculating men. She just gives off the vibe she doesn’t want to be bothered or hit on. She doesn’t need attention. And if someone says something stupid. She has no qualms shutting them down and letting a joke or comment fly and scorching them. To me or family or friends. She’s a wonderful person But it’s always amusing to see the men at her work afraid to make eye contact with her. Not knowing if she popped a heel off all they’d have to do is run one finger down her foot and see her crumble instantly.
Over time of course, the hatred for having her feet touched went away. She enjoyed having them rubbed and worshipped. We did some light bondage/foot tickling sessions but she was never able to handle too much. A couple years ago I built stocks and bought a custom bondage table. I told her I’d pay $500 for a half an hour tickling video for me. A real one. She agreed to the contract on camera and the next day we did the session. It went pretty well but somehow she held it together and I also was not a great tickler at the time and went in for the kill without enough buildup. Fun, but I wasn’t fulfilled. We tried a few more times over the next couple years and I noticed a pattern. She’d claim she was hurting or “it’s not ticklish anymore, Just feels weird”. This happened a few times over the course of a year or two and I realized after watching these videos that she was actually JUST about to truly lose control every time.
Fast forward to a month ago. I came up with an idea that ensured she’d be comfortable. Compliant and unable to use our relationship to get out early. A Friend from the TMF stepped in and we began the plan. She was after something she wanted, I found it but told her it was from someone on the tmf who had seen a preview of her being tickled I posted years back (now deleted. Sorry! May post a pic or clip of this encounter if I get around to editing) and didn’t want money, they wanted a video.
Last Thursday I went and picked up said item for her and said here you go but the video has to be tonight. I also went and dropped a few hundred on all sorts of fun things to help ensure she’d be secured, comfortable no matter how much she hated it and struggled and was ultimately stuck with no hope of escape.
I spent 4 hours rigging a pretty amazing contraption and had her test it and she verified it was the best we’d used so far and that she couldn’t get out but was extremely comfortable.
She showered and did herself up like we were going to an awards banquet. Nylons. “Little black dress” that was navy With floral print and black heels.
She did a pre interview following the requests of her mysterious tmf benefactor.
Shoe size 9. Ticklish 1-10? “A 15 she answered, I hate it” more ticklish in nylons? Depends on the day, she said. Any last words? She shook her head no and said she just wanted to get her 15 minutes over with.
Now, in the past. We’d done sessions over an hour, 45 minutes, 30 minutes. She never broke and figured this would be a walk in the park.
What she didn’t know was that in the time since our last video over a year ago, I ensured I understood how to be a much better tickler and break her. I Watched our old videos like an NFL QB watches game film and mapped out her worst spots and tools to get them with.
With her secured into cuffs, reinforced with ropes and chains. Her feet in stocks with super comfy padding that rendered her feet unable to do anything to protect themselves. It was time.
With that, the shoes came off and what happened over the next 20 minutes was a thing of beauty.
I stuck with maddening, light tickles. The kind that gradually break someone down when they’re as sensitive as she is. After a minute of grazing each foot with my fingertips I pulled out a small, stiff red feather. This feather tickled her through nylons, I was elated she was as sensitive as always, Moreso actually. Her nylon clad feet twitched and turned in an effort to buck the feather off. I lazily allowed it to find a new home wherever her foot moved and her reactions grew more frantic. I could tell by her reactions she was beginning to realize this time was different and she was in trouble.
I moved to her equally sensitive upper body and giggles and deep breaths gave way to some squeals and laughter. Back to her feet. Back to her upper body. Only 3 minutes had gone by and she was losing it, fast.
When I went to her feet again I began a more scribbling, higher paced tickle on her left foot. Then the right. And then both. As I began with both sets of fingers on both feet and her muffled (she was gagged too) squeals and shrieks and laughs became heavier, more frantic laughs I asked “are you going to be able to do this for 15 minutes?” And she immediately, to my delight said “mnn mnn” or “no” for those that don’t speak gag.
I said really? And she again, very quickly said “Mnn mnn” and I replied “but you have to, you get that right? We just signed a very important contract. The client wants 15 minutes non stop so I’m not stopping”.
It was this moment where she realized what she actually got herself into and also the moment two electric toothbrushes came out and went straight into her armpits before being turned on. The high pitched shriek and laughter followed by the most desperate a human could say “that is the worst” in a pitch so high it was almost a dog whistle before saying “STOP” for the first time. I glanced at the timer. 4 minutes in. Though she couldn’t see me I looked at her now completely stiff body as a wave of tickling was passing through her and said “no, I’m not reneging on a signed contract”.
The tickling then grew to include the electric brushes on her feet. Then the nylons came off. Lotion Applied to both before letting her have it with the hairbrush and my new personal favorite. A dog grooming mitt. It has little soft rubber spikes and squares protruding from it and got even better laughs than the almighty brush itself.
After bouncing back and forth including one UB segment where she pinned the toothbrush inside of her own armpit and couldn’t pick her arm back up to let it fall out because of how ticklish she is. I’ve spent nearly every day with her for 12 years. We’ve gone to comedy shows, we’ve had some wild nights and she’s been tickled often and yet some of these laughs were sounds I didn’t even know she could produce.
Finally, she broke. The convo went something like this...
You still have 5 minutes left, can you handle this? “No” through the muffled gag. “Looking for a way out?” I asked. She nodded yes. I reminded her that the clients only safe word was for her to get off on camera via hitachi through clothing. She said she’d do it but not on camera.
At that point I decided to just let go and enjoy the ride. So I said okay, get tickled all night. Just so you know, there’s no timer. You’re being tickled into submission. Do you get that now? She said yes. “do you feel submissive to me right now?” Again, yes she said. Would you take my **** in your mouth to make it stop? “Yes” on camera? “Yes”. This is a career woman with everything to lose and she would’ve gone from private tickling video to porn, Had I allowed it.
Instead I said, well that’s not how you get out of this. So you’re going to do your last 5 minutes and take your tickling like a good girl. Got it? She nodded without hesitation. I asked one final question, did you feel that power shift? Do you understand you Have no control here? She whimpered a yes. I was stunned. She was finally, truly broken by tickle torture.
I finished tickling her into insanity. I prolonged the time by an extra 5 minutes or so and finally when the timer went off. Stopped the camera and took her blindfold off. Mascara smeared everywhere. Tear stained cheeks, a permanent smile and signs of arousal that weren’t too hard to pick up on as I glanced at and touched her body.
You can imagine what happened next.
The great thing is that she’s agreed to do it again this month and her pride and bravado came back to her a couple days later when she said she was perfectly fine and acted 60% of it and was only tickled by 40%. I made sure to play her the video of her tickle destruction and she pointed to parts that were clearly acting. However, In reality, she was absolutely frantic and wanting it to stop but reverted to her prideful, I’m unbreakable schtick. Anyone who watched the 20 minute would be able to tell the person being tickled was tortured by it.
Needless to say, when she’s tied up later this month. She’s doing so with the understanding that the clients expectations will increase. And when she breaks 5 minutes in again or even less, I can’t wait to remind her that last time was 60% acting so she can take a lot more this time. Not to mention. I never went under her clothing. Never toe tied her and didn’t even tickle under or between her toes which are the weak spots of her feet.
This time all of those things will be in play.
My gorgeous, stubborn, dominant wife was broken a couple weeks ago. In just a short time, she’ll be reminded of why she was begging and I can’t wait to use her “I was acting” line against her. In just a few short weeks, she’ll be begging to get off on camera, anything to stop her tickle torture.
My wife and I met 12 years ago, one of the very first things I ever found out about her was that she hated having her feet touched and was so truly, helplessly ticklish that she hated her feet being touched for that reason. She’d go from confident and strong to screaming and kicking in no time flat.
She is 5’6, brown hair and dark brown eyes. She’s a 10 on anyone’s scale physically and her size 9 feet, oddly enough have been coveted by many both before me and during our time together. She’s always shrugged and she just doesn’t understand what the fuss is about her soles. Her and I are both extremely dominant in our lives. She runs a department of her financial institution and most of the men are scared of her. She’s not a rude feminist type nor is she the type that enjoys emasculating men. She just gives off the vibe she doesn’t want to be bothered or hit on. She doesn’t need attention. And if someone says something stupid. She has no qualms shutting them down and letting a joke or comment fly and scorching them. To me or family or friends. She’s a wonderful person But it’s always amusing to see the men at her work afraid to make eye contact with her. Not knowing if she popped a heel off all they’d have to do is run one finger down her foot and see her crumble instantly.
Over time of course, the hatred for having her feet touched went away. She enjoyed having them rubbed and worshipped. We did some light bondage/foot tickling sessions but she was never able to handle too much. A couple years ago I built stocks and bought a custom bondage table. I told her I’d pay $500 for a half an hour tickling video for me. A real one. She agreed to the contract on camera and the next day we did the session. It went pretty well but somehow she held it together and I also was not a great tickler at the time and went in for the kill without enough buildup. Fun, but I wasn’t fulfilled. We tried a few more times over the next couple years and I noticed a pattern. She’d claim she was hurting or “it’s not ticklish anymore, Just feels weird”. This happened a few times over the course of a year or two and I realized after watching these videos that she was actually JUST about to truly lose control every time.
Fast forward to a month ago. I came up with an idea that ensured she’d be comfortable. Compliant and unable to use our relationship to get out early. A Friend from the TMF stepped in and we began the plan. She was after something she wanted, I found it but told her it was from someone on the tmf who had seen a preview of her being tickled I posted years back (now deleted. Sorry! May post a pic or clip of this encounter if I get around to editing) and didn’t want money, they wanted a video.
Last Thursday I went and picked up said item for her and said here you go but the video has to be tonight. I also went and dropped a few hundred on all sorts of fun things to help ensure she’d be secured, comfortable no matter how much she hated it and struggled and was ultimately stuck with no hope of escape.
I spent 4 hours rigging a pretty amazing contraption and had her test it and she verified it was the best we’d used so far and that she couldn’t get out but was extremely comfortable.
She showered and did herself up like we were going to an awards banquet. Nylons. “Little black dress” that was navy With floral print and black heels.
She did a pre interview following the requests of her mysterious tmf benefactor.
Shoe size 9. Ticklish 1-10? “A 15 she answered, I hate it” more ticklish in nylons? Depends on the day, she said. Any last words? She shook her head no and said she just wanted to get her 15 minutes over with.
Now, in the past. We’d done sessions over an hour, 45 minutes, 30 minutes. She never broke and figured this would be a walk in the park.
What she didn’t know was that in the time since our last video over a year ago, I ensured I understood how to be a much better tickler and break her. I Watched our old videos like an NFL QB watches game film and mapped out her worst spots and tools to get them with.
With her secured into cuffs, reinforced with ropes and chains. Her feet in stocks with super comfy padding that rendered her feet unable to do anything to protect themselves. It was time.
With that, the shoes came off and what happened over the next 20 minutes was a thing of beauty.
I stuck with maddening, light tickles. The kind that gradually break someone down when they’re as sensitive as she is. After a minute of grazing each foot with my fingertips I pulled out a small, stiff red feather. This feather tickled her through nylons, I was elated she was as sensitive as always, Moreso actually. Her nylon clad feet twitched and turned in an effort to buck the feather off. I lazily allowed it to find a new home wherever her foot moved and her reactions grew more frantic. I could tell by her reactions she was beginning to realize this time was different and she was in trouble.
I moved to her equally sensitive upper body and giggles and deep breaths gave way to some squeals and laughter. Back to her feet. Back to her upper body. Only 3 minutes had gone by and she was losing it, fast.
When I went to her feet again I began a more scribbling, higher paced tickle on her left foot. Then the right. And then both. As I began with both sets of fingers on both feet and her muffled (she was gagged too) squeals and shrieks and laughs became heavier, more frantic laughs I asked “are you going to be able to do this for 15 minutes?” And she immediately, to my delight said “mnn mnn” or “no” for those that don’t speak gag.
I said really? And she again, very quickly said “Mnn mnn” and I replied “but you have to, you get that right? We just signed a very important contract. The client wants 15 minutes non stop so I’m not stopping”.
It was this moment where she realized what she actually got herself into and also the moment two electric toothbrushes came out and went straight into her armpits before being turned on. The high pitched shriek and laughter followed by the most desperate a human could say “that is the worst” in a pitch so high it was almost a dog whistle before saying “STOP” for the first time. I glanced at the timer. 4 minutes in. Though she couldn’t see me I looked at her now completely stiff body as a wave of tickling was passing through her and said “no, I’m not reneging on a signed contract”.
The tickling then grew to include the electric brushes on her feet. Then the nylons came off. Lotion Applied to both before letting her have it with the hairbrush and my new personal favorite. A dog grooming mitt. It has little soft rubber spikes and squares protruding from it and got even better laughs than the almighty brush itself.
After bouncing back and forth including one UB segment where she pinned the toothbrush inside of her own armpit and couldn’t pick her arm back up to let it fall out because of how ticklish she is. I’ve spent nearly every day with her for 12 years. We’ve gone to comedy shows, we’ve had some wild nights and she’s been tickled often and yet some of these laughs were sounds I didn’t even know she could produce.
Finally, she broke. The convo went something like this...
You still have 5 minutes left, can you handle this? “No” through the muffled gag. “Looking for a way out?” I asked. She nodded yes. I reminded her that the clients only safe word was for her to get off on camera via hitachi through clothing. She said she’d do it but not on camera.
At that point I decided to just let go and enjoy the ride. So I said okay, get tickled all night. Just so you know, there’s no timer. You’re being tickled into submission. Do you get that now? She said yes. “do you feel submissive to me right now?” Again, yes she said. Would you take my **** in your mouth to make it stop? “Yes” on camera? “Yes”. This is a career woman with everything to lose and she would’ve gone from private tickling video to porn, Had I allowed it.
Instead I said, well that’s not how you get out of this. So you’re going to do your last 5 minutes and take your tickling like a good girl. Got it? She nodded without hesitation. I asked one final question, did you feel that power shift? Do you understand you Have no control here? She whimpered a yes. I was stunned. She was finally, truly broken by tickle torture.
I finished tickling her into insanity. I prolonged the time by an extra 5 minutes or so and finally when the timer went off. Stopped the camera and took her blindfold off. Mascara smeared everywhere. Tear stained cheeks, a permanent smile and signs of arousal that weren’t too hard to pick up on as I glanced at and touched her body.
You can imagine what happened next.
The great thing is that she’s agreed to do it again this month and her pride and bravado came back to her a couple days later when she said she was perfectly fine and acted 60% of it and was only tickled by 40%. I made sure to play her the video of her tickle destruction and she pointed to parts that were clearly acting. However, In reality, she was absolutely frantic and wanting it to stop but reverted to her prideful, I’m unbreakable schtick. Anyone who watched the 20 minute would be able to tell the person being tickled was tortured by it.
Needless to say, when she’s tied up later this month. She’s doing so with the understanding that the clients expectations will increase. And when she breaks 5 minutes in again or even less, I can’t wait to remind her that last time was 60% acting so she can take a lot more this time. Not to mention. I never went under her clothing. Never toe tied her and didn’t even tickle under or between her toes which are the weak spots of her feet.
This time all of those things will be in play.
My gorgeous, stubborn, dominant wife was broken a couple weeks ago. In just a short time, she’ll be reminded of why she was begging and I can’t wait to use her “I was acting” line against her. In just a few short weeks, she’ll be begging to get off on camera, anything to stop her tickle torture.