Some time ago I dated Melinda. It was complicated in the sense that we worked together at my previous job. We became close and developed feelings for each other. She was an assistant director and loved being in control. She always prided herself with her dominance. She was an Assistant Director of a Human Services Clinic and was always very much in charge. When we started hanging out, she invited me up to her house for our second date. We were talking while we sat on her couch. Eventually she went to stretch out her legs and I offered my lap. She was very reluctant in the sense that she HATED having her feet touched but must have liked the thought of me showing interest and offered her and I placed ankles firmly on my lap. I now had Melinda’s feet on my lap. She was searing socks. She had recently removed her boots. I massaged her BIG size 10 feet while she relaxed and let out a orgasmic sigh as she zoned into a relaxed state.
“Thank you, THAT feels amazing. Sorry I never let anyone touch my feet and don’t ever get pedicures.” She said.
I asked, “didn’t your ex-husband ever give you a massage?!”
“UGH… NO!” she said.
For the first time ever, she was letting a guy give her a massage. Let alone touching her feet.
She was enjoying it… finally letting her guard down and not being so controlling was a nice release for her.
“So why do you hate getting pedicures? I thought all you ladies LOVED pedicures” I asked.
She said, “because I just don’t! Haha”
She was looking at me with love crazed stair in her face and a gorgeous smile. She leaned back and rested her eyes.
After she was relaxed, I gently dragged my fingertips up her big sole and firmly held her ankle.
“AAAAAHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO HEHEHEHEHEHEHE STOOOPPPPP,” as she spastically started laughing and twitched her foot away from my tickly fingers but could not move from the tickle paralysis, she was in.
“Awe babe do you have ticklish feet?” I asked while she tried reaching for me with a sexy pleading look on her face.
“Yes, I am VERY ticklish on my feet that’s is why I can’t get pedicures! Wait… please don’t tickle me!”
She felt my fingers lightly tracing her socks and clenched herself.
“Awe babe I thought you were so tough, but you have such ticklish feet?! Not so tough now huh gorgeous?! Tickle tickle tickle…” I teased.
“NONONOO AHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHH STOAHAHAAHAOP ITHEHEH BABYEHEHEHE PLEAEAAASEE,” she begged through heavy laughter.
What happened next was quite amazing! 😊 she actually said, “I can see how this can be so much fun! 😊 but, more focused on inflicting relentless tickle torture on me…
Let us fast forward an hour later. I was laying on her bed. Next thing I know I’m being turned over face down and she pounces on my back. She lightly dragged her long fingernails down my back and very much enjoyed watching me gasp and squirm. She got to my butt and started tickling me in a way I never been tickled before.
“Awe what’s wrong babe? Now who is the weak one?! You have such cute tickly butt for being such a hot guy! Awe I love watching you bop up and down and wiggle your butt as you try to get away. Gitchi gitchi goo tough guy.”
“ARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHH PLEAAHAHEASE STAHAHTOP ITHAHAHAH THISISISHSAWEFULLLLLL MELINAHAHAHA PLEAAHAHASE STOP IM SORRYREHEHEHEHEHEHSTAHAP,” I was laughing and begging but nobody could hear me. She loved the fact that she was tickle torturing a guy and she was holding me captive. At one point she said it felt like a criminal mind’s episode. She is quite a criminology enthusiast and has a background in criminal justice administration.
Let us go back to our previous discussion where I was tickling her feet…. So, Melinda’s feet were so ticklish that she could only handle in small doses and really had a hard time adjusting to not being in control. She tried everything. She tried biting her lip, finger, and the blanket. She squinted her eyes. She tried mind over matter. She was helplessly ticklish, and her new discovered weakness was being exploited.
To be continued… there are multiple parts to this. 😊
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
