sensitivegirl
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I have a friend named G who lives about 15 minutes away. We met online about a month ago, and we quickly found out we shared a love of feet and all things feet. I, of course, told him how much I loved to be tickled and what it did to me.. and he was, thankfully, open minded and willing to try it. We got together for dinner and then went back to his house a few weeks ago, where he showed me a trunk full of videos in his closet, some from Tickling Paradise, and some just of a foot fetish nature without tickling. Hes of those men who would rather sniff and lick a woman's toes through reinforced stockings than lick elsewhere. Yes guys, they do exist. While ticking is inherently sexual to me, sex is easy to find, but a man who literally lives for feet isn't.
Well, he came over last night, and we watched a tickling video at my house, and sorta analyzed her reactions etc. I told him what turned me on about it, her helplessness, and the non-consensual nature of the film. How the fact that she was powerless over her reactions and at his mercy made me woozy, and he was totally receptive to it. I stood up and we both said "shall we?", and went into the bedroom. He asked what I'd like to do..(no brainer)..and I said I'd like to be tickled. I have an electric toothbrush that I left by the side of the bed, as I've seen this torture device in videos and was always curious how excrutiating the sensations would actually be. I didn't show it to him or suggest how he tickle me but left him to his own devices. He proceeded to tie me to the bed, with nylons, with my arms tied at the wrists and my feet resting on the footboard and tied together. On my legs were black nylons with reinforced toes,at his request, and I was wearing a skirt and button down blouse. Lets just say the nylons and the skirt were all I had on my lower half. My pink toenails glistened through the nylons, and I waited with sweet anticipation at what was to come. I love the feeling of nylons on my legs, and as any girl who has been tickled in hose knows, the tickling sensations are magnified tenfold. I was giddy with anticipation, and he started gently nuzzling my toes and just kissing them, as I moaned softly. My feet were completely immobile, which has never really been the case before. Ths man knew his way around bondage techniques. I could not move a muscle. He continued to kiss and nuzzle my toes and soles, and he told me he loved the way my feet moved sensuously over his face. I purposely moved my feet, and he loved the way they ran over his nose and face, teasing him. He nuzzled and teased and I moved my feet back and forth away and toward his face. He told me that the way I loved what he was doing was a huge turn on. He then started running his nails softly over my soles, just lightly and I giggled softly. "Stop it" I softly said through my giggles, knowing full well I didn't mean it, but being ticklish, wanting relief. He then started tickling harder, and held my foot by the toes back, and scratched the middle of the sole. I laughed out loud, and kept begging him to stop. As much as I enjoy being tickled, its still torturous, and when I say "stop it" I do really mean it at the time. But of course, I had no chance. He was tickling me like crazy now,,up and down both feet, and my laughter betrayed me. I tried to sit up and make it stop, but the laughter brought my body back down to the mattress, where I squirmed and giggled helplessly. He continued to tease my most sensitive right foot, and I tried in vain to move my feet , to get away, but could not. He continued tickling for about 10 minutes and then said , "Ill give you a break". Unfortunately he walked over to my nightstand to look at his cellphone, (not making this up I promise) and picked up the electric toothbrush sitting there, and said "whats this'? "Uhhhh, nothing,, just my toothbrush" I said. He proceeded to walk over to my feet, and hell night began. He turned it on and touched my toes with it, and at that moment I questioned why I'm not into spanking. I rolled back and forth on the bed as he held my toes back and ran the whirring demon along my toes and the base of my toes, and I heard myself scream out "please your killing me" to which he didn't slow down one bit. I laughed so hard and screamed as the ticklish sensations rocked my brain, my feet, and my world. "Please stop" I begged through my laughter, which even scared me. Back and forth he ran that thing,,,along each toe,, under each toe, that place under my big toe that can make me write bad checks, all over, with no mercy. I was dying. He then turned it off and went back to scratching my helpless ticklish soles, torturing me, and at the same time, making life soooooo much better.
He then untied my feet, and continued to lightly scratch my soles, and my feet went back and forth to get away, and he said, "you can't hold that foot still can you?". We then relaxed and I thanked every god on earth for sending me such a gem.
Well, he came over last night, and we watched a tickling video at my house, and sorta analyzed her reactions etc. I told him what turned me on about it, her helplessness, and the non-consensual nature of the film. How the fact that she was powerless over her reactions and at his mercy made me woozy, and he was totally receptive to it. I stood up and we both said "shall we?", and went into the bedroom. He asked what I'd like to do..(no brainer)..and I said I'd like to be tickled. I have an electric toothbrush that I left by the side of the bed, as I've seen this torture device in videos and was always curious how excrutiating the sensations would actually be. I didn't show it to him or suggest how he tickle me but left him to his own devices. He proceeded to tie me to the bed, with nylons, with my arms tied at the wrists and my feet resting on the footboard and tied together. On my legs were black nylons with reinforced toes,at his request, and I was wearing a skirt and button down blouse. Lets just say the nylons and the skirt were all I had on my lower half. My pink toenails glistened through the nylons, and I waited with sweet anticipation at what was to come. I love the feeling of nylons on my legs, and as any girl who has been tickled in hose knows, the tickling sensations are magnified tenfold. I was giddy with anticipation, and he started gently nuzzling my toes and just kissing them, as I moaned softly. My feet were completely immobile, which has never really been the case before. Ths man knew his way around bondage techniques. I could not move a muscle. He continued to kiss and nuzzle my toes and soles, and he told me he loved the way my feet moved sensuously over his face. I purposely moved my feet, and he loved the way they ran over his nose and face, teasing him. He nuzzled and teased and I moved my feet back and forth away and toward his face. He told me that the way I loved what he was doing was a huge turn on. He then started running his nails softly over my soles, just lightly and I giggled softly. "Stop it" I softly said through my giggles, knowing full well I didn't mean it, but being ticklish, wanting relief. He then started tickling harder, and held my foot by the toes back, and scratched the middle of the sole. I laughed out loud, and kept begging him to stop. As much as I enjoy being tickled, its still torturous, and when I say "stop it" I do really mean it at the time. But of course, I had no chance. He was tickling me like crazy now,,up and down both feet, and my laughter betrayed me. I tried to sit up and make it stop, but the laughter brought my body back down to the mattress, where I squirmed and giggled helplessly. He continued to tease my most sensitive right foot, and I tried in vain to move my feet , to get away, but could not. He continued tickling for about 10 minutes and then said , "Ill give you a break". Unfortunately he walked over to my nightstand to look at his cellphone, (not making this up I promise) and picked up the electric toothbrush sitting there, and said "whats this'? "Uhhhh, nothing,, just my toothbrush" I said. He proceeded to walk over to my feet, and hell night began. He turned it on and touched my toes with it, and at that moment I questioned why I'm not into spanking. I rolled back and forth on the bed as he held my toes back and ran the whirring demon along my toes and the base of my toes, and I heard myself scream out "please your killing me" to which he didn't slow down one bit. I laughed so hard and screamed as the ticklish sensations rocked my brain, my feet, and my world. "Please stop" I begged through my laughter, which even scared me. Back and forth he ran that thing,,,along each toe,, under each toe, that place under my big toe that can make me write bad checks, all over, with no mercy. I was dying. He then turned it off and went back to scratching my helpless ticklish soles, torturing me, and at the same time, making life soooooo much better.
He then untied my feet, and continued to lightly scratch my soles, and my feet went back and forth to get away, and he said, "you can't hold that foot still can you?". We then relaxed and I thanked every god on earth for sending me such a gem.
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