I'm back! Honestly I started writing this several months ago but I was pretty busy and when I wasn't… I just forgot to keep writing. Better late than never, right? So this is a sequel to the first story (https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?329245-The-game-and-the-punishment-(F-FM-FF-M)), and it's a long one too (sorry short story lovers).
This time I’ll introduce someone new: Zoe. She’s the smallest of us, around 160cm. Long black hair, pale and a great body shape (works out with me). What she lacks in height, she lacks in ticklishness. You can tickle her all you want, in any place of her body but you’ll only get giggles, never laughter. And she’ll always counterattack. Always. And if she can’t or doesn’t feel like it, she’ll do it later or some other day. She does it to retaliate or as a punishment but doesn’t usually tickle others to play around.
So Amy, Zoe and I were hanging out in Amy’s bed chatting when Amy brought up a new topic: massages, and eventually foot massages. I’m sure she had that planned. Then she goes “What about you, Abby? You like foot massages?”
You bitch. I know where this is going. I thought.
Me: I actually never had any.
Zoe: Really?
Me: Yeah, I’m usually the one that gives massages but I don’t get many.
Amy: Well, that’s about to change.
I knew it.
Amy: Give me this one (She grabs my left foot) you gave me many massages so you deserve it.
Me: Oh, you don’t have to…
Amy: I know, but I wanna!
Of course you do.
Zoe: Now that you mention it, (She grabs my other foot) you gave me lots of massages too, especially after working out.
Me: Girls, I don’t do it to get something in return, don’t worry.
Amy: That makes you deserve it even more. Just lay back and relax!
So I laid with my head at the foot of the bed while they massaged my feet. Maybe Amy really just wanted to give me a massage? At first, it seemed like that. But I was still paranoid.
Amy: So? How does that feel?
Me: It feels great! You two are pretty good at this.
Zoe: Thanks! Honestly I’m winging it.
Amy: I’m kind of winging it too, but I’m glad you like it!
Seconds later, I felt Amy’s foot against mine.
Me: What are you doing?
Amy: Comparing. I never noticed that your feet are bigger than mine. By half a toe.
Zoe also measures her foot against mine. Well, I wasn’t expecting to get any hornier, but I did.
Zoe: Shit. Almost a whole toe bigger. They’re also pretty soft. You take care of them?
Me: Uhh… I just use a pumice stone every other day.
Amy: They are cute! I didn’t take you for someone that took care of her feet.
Zoe: Yeah, that’s pretty girly for a tomboy.
Me: I’m not… am I a tomboy?
Both: Yes.
Amy: You’re the least girly woman I know.
Me: Really? Well, now that I think of it… Yeah you’re probably right.
Amy: Yeah, a tomboy with big, soft and cute feet.
Me: Shut up! (I started blushing a little)
Amy: (Chuckling) I’m just messing with you. And they don’t smell. Remember when we tickled Kevin? His feet were sweaty AND stinky.
Me: Yeah. Not too stinky, fortunately.
Zoe: Wait. Did you two tickle Kevin?
Me: Yeah, he lost a bet and we tickled the fuck out of him.
Amy: You should’ve seen him, he was a total mess when we finished.
Zoe: Oh man I wish I was there to join you. That asshole has been tickling me right when I’m about to leave so I can’t get him back ‘cause I’m in a hurry. And when I come here and he’s around I forget to do it most of the times.
*Side note: apparently, after Amy and I tickled him, Kevin has been tickling people more often. Especially Amy because, well, they live together. He still doesn’t know that I’m ticklish so I’m the only one that isn’t getting it (Though even if he knew, I’d just have to keep my sneakers on)*
Amy: And now that you didn’t forget, he’s not here.
Zoe: Please, remind me to do it next time I come. I won’t let him get away with it.
Amy: I’ll let you know if I plan an attack on him. He’s tickled me a lot recently. Usually, I get him back and he ends up regretting it, but sometimes he pins me and I can’t tickle back.
Me: Let me know too! He did nothing to me but it’s fun to tickle him.
Amy: It’s a deal!
We kept chatting for a couple of minutes until I felt Amy’s nail slowly tracing down my sole. I knew that the relaxing moment came to an end. I think I couldn’t even enjoy it for five minutes. When she saw my toes twitch, she grinned while looking at me. As for Zoe, she was oblivious about the situation and kept talking.
Zoe: Hey Amy, why don’t you start working out with us? The gym isn’t away from here.
Amy: I’ve thought about it, but I’m not sure. What do you think, Abby?
Great, now she’s gonna make me talk while holding back my laughter. At least she’s taking it easy.
Me: Yeah, you should come with us!
Amy: Why? You think I’m getting fat? (She lightly scratches under my toes)
Me: (Inhaling deeply) N-no! I’m just saying that… You’d look better! (I wasn't thinking clearly at this point)
Amy: So I don’t look good enough? That’s what you mean?
Me: NO AMY! That’s not what I’m fucking saying!
I’m gonna break if she doesn’t stop.
Zoe: Abby means that you’ll get stronger and feet better, right Abby?
Me: Yes, exactly!
Amy: (Stops tickling me) Oh! You should be more clear.
Me: (I take a deep breath) I’ll try.
Amy: You look tense. Isn’t the foot rub relaxing?
Zoe: You tell us if you want us to rub harder or softer.
Me: You’re doing great. I’m super relaxed. I’m about to fall asleep.
Amy: Then I’ll keep you awake. Here’s something to think about. Do you remember when we tickled Kevin and he went to get a drink? We were alone in his bedroom and I told you something. Remember what it was?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Of course I remember. Is she gonna do it now?
Me: Uhm… something about… revenge, right?
Zoe was just looking with a puzzled face.
Amy: Great! Clever girl! Now… If you were in my place, what would you do in this situation? (a grin started to slowly form in her face)
Me: Well… I wouldn’t let my guard down like you.
With that, I freed my feet from their grasps. Then, I pounced on Amy before she could react. Lying on top of her, I tickled her sides and ribs and blew raspberries on her neck. This was the only thing that came to my mind to stop her from revealing my secret and ganging up on me with Zoe. I needed her to not be able to talk or defend herself, and this was the best way. She started laughing hysterically and tried to push me off but I didn’t let her. Zoe didn’t intervene. So far so good.
Until, some moments later…
Amy: AHAHAHAHA ZOEEE HAHAHAHA!
Shit. She can talk. I tried to increase the intensity by changing spots faster and also tickling her armpits, but that only worked for a limited time.
Amy: HEHEHELP!
Zoe: And get tickled too? No thanks.
Amy kept taking it helplessly until she used her hands to shield her neck from my mouth. I’ll admit, it was a smart move. Now, with one source of tickling blocked, she was able to speak more clearly.
Amy: TIHIHIHICKLE HEHEHEHER HAHAHAHA!
Zoe: She’s not ticklish, we’ve tried a thousand times.
Amy: FEEHEHEHET!
If she understood her, I am fucked. Hopefully she didn’t-
I felt a fingernail tracing down my right sole. I instinctively pulled my foot away, but she took hold of my ankle and began tickling my foot. I tried to hold in my laughter but it was impossible. My tickle attack gradually lost strength. As my laughter intensified, Amy’s decreased until she managed to throw me off her and left me laughing on the mattress. Zoe’s fingers were surprisingly skilled. Then, Amy grabbed the other foot, Zoe stopped and both sat on one leg each.
Amy: Now you’re fucked.
Zoe: So you lied to me when you said you weren’t ticklish. And I could never tickle you back all those times you tickled me. You accumulated quite a lot of debt.
Amy: Now's time to pay us both.
Me: May I defend myself?
Zoe: You are indefensible, but go ahead.
Me: I genuinely thought I wasn't ticklish until Amy tickled me a couple of months ago.
Zoe: You still lied because you affirmed that you weren’t ticklish instead of saying you didn’t know.
Amy: Wait, so you've never been tickled? Not even once?
Me: No. I almost never go around barefoot, even less around people. So I never gave anyone the chance to tickle me.
Amy: You’re saying that I stole your virginity?
Me: My tickle virginity at least, yeah hahaha.
Zoe: Ok, enough talk. Let's get to work.
Amy: Let's see how ticklish bigfoot really is…
At this point I was feeling a mix of excitement, fear and horniness. Since Amy tickled me for the first time, I had fantasies of being held down and tickled, but also I didn't know if I could handle it.
They both scribbled their fingers across my soles and I couldn’t even hold it in for a second. The sensation was too intense and I just exploded with laughter. It was maddening. I didn't expect it to tickle so bad. And they had just started.
Amy was focusing on my sole and heel, not touching the toes yet. Zoe, on the other hand, was just tickling under my toes and balls of my foot. If I were to divide this in rounds, Zoe won the first one. The sensation of her nails under my toes was overwhelming.
If they had a conversation, I didn't hear them over my own laughter. Even if they had, they were probably teasing me.
Now the great question: did I want them to stop? Yes and no. A part of me was desperate to scream "STOP! PLEASE!". It was my first time really getting tickled, it was an entirely new feeling and I was getting it with high intensity. I was simply not prepared for that. It felt unbearable… But another part of me wanted them to keep going. I wanted to be tickled harder, for as long as they wanted. To plead them to stop just so they would laugh at me and tease me. In short, I wanted to be dominated by them. It was the first time that I felt so helpless, and I loved every second. I was fulfilling my fantasy.
I don't know how long it was, but they eventually stopped. I was exhausted, panting, my hair was a mess and I was starting to get hot.
Amy: Ew your feet are getting sweaty already.
Me: (still panting) Well, what did you expect? You can stop right now if you want.
Amy: Nah, I'll get used to it. But if they get stinky we'll have to scrub them clean!
Me: Please don't.
Zoe: So, how do you feel?
Me: Tired. Humiliated. Hot.
Zoe: Well, you're taking some of your own medicine. If you say you're sorry, we may think about forgiving you.
Me: But I'm not sorry. It is fun to tickle you. And I’ll keep doing it.
Amy: That didn't sound like an apology.
Zoe: No, it didn't. And here I thought you were smart enough.
Me: Oh, I am smart. But I am honest too. And I'm not sorry.
Zoe: Okay. So be it. At least we agree on one thing: tickling is fun. And it is even more fun when you tickle someone who deserves it. Take a deep breath, you're gonna need it.
Then they tickled me again. Now Amy was pulling back my toes while tickling under them, and Zoe was using both hands to tickle my sole and toes. I grabbed a pillow and laughed into it, because I felt I was getting too loud.
Zoe: I never thought I would hear Abby laughing like this.
Amy: Right? She's going crazy! And her hysterical laughter is so cute!
There. There is the teasing. That's what my submissive ass wanted to hear. Some minutes of intense tickling and teasing later, they stopped again.
Amy: You look like shit. You should apologize now.
Zoe: No, she had her chance to apologize. Now I want you to say "Please Amy and Zoe. Please stop tickling my big, sweaty feet. I will be a good girl, I promise."
Amy: Hahaha! I'd pay to hear that!
Me: There's no fucking way I'm saying that.
Zoe: Are you sure? Last chance~
Me: … Ok, fine. I'll say it.
Amy: Oh my God! Really?!
Zoe: Let's hear it.
Me: Here I go… Please, Amy and Zoe. Go fuck yourselves.
Amy: (laughing) I knew it!
Zoe: Bad move, lady. Amy, do you have a couple of hairbrushes?
Shit. I got scared. I didn't know if I could take it.
Me: No, Amy! Don't give her the brushes!
Amy: Why? Are brushes good for tickling?
Zoe: You'll see. You're gonna love it.
Amy: I think I left mine in the bathroom and Kevin has one but you're gonna have to look for it in his room.
Zoe: On it. Be right back!
She left and Amy started caressing my sole.
Amy: Your feet are getting red. They are so cute! Cootchie cootchie coo! (Teases my toes)
Me: Cuhuhut it ohohof!
Amy: I don't know which is cuter: your feet or your face.
Is she hitting on me?
Me: I'd say both are nice.
Amy: So… You freaked out when she mentioned the brushes. Are they that bad?
Me: Probably. I've seen it in a lot of videos and they always make the victim go nuts.
Amy: (tracing her finger up and down mi sole) Ohh you naughty girl! So you watch tickling porn?
Me: Hahaha yehehes! Don't you?
Amy: Hmm. I've seen some. But I've never seen a hairbrush in them. Honestly, I kind of found out my fetish when we tickled Kevin, so I didn't even know they existed. Besides, when it comes to "pleasure myself", the best material I can get is in my imagination, so I don't usually watch porn.
Me: I see. I like to do that too. I wouldn't happen to appear in those fantasies, right?
Amy: Oh, you do. Pretty frequently.
Me: Yeah? And what do I do?
Amy: I'm not telling you. Not right now. I casually remembered that you told me to go fuck myself. I'm gonna do something that you taught me… Where is your tickle spot?
Me: I’m not telling you.
Amy: You want me to find it? Ok, it'll be fun! Let's say this is an exam.
Then she proceeded to probe every part of my foot with a single finger. Every. Part. I didn't imagine that a single nail would make me laugh like this. She actually found my two tickle spots.
Amy: Ok, I'd say that your tickle spots are under these wiggly toes (tickles there) aaaand I think I found another one here (tickles just above my heel, where my sole/arch starts). Well, did I do it right, professor?
Me: YEHEHEHES! Yes! Great job! You got really good at this, I'm proud of you. Even if you turned on me.
Amy: Aww, thanks! Well, I have the best teacher. For that, I'm not telling Zoe about your spots. Let them be our secret.
Me: Thanks!
Amy: You need to teach me more. You didn’t tell me about the brushes, you know?
Me: That's for another class. I'll teach you everything, don't worry.
Zoe: Found ‘em! Shit, Kevin's room is a total mess.
She entered the room with a triumphant smile and a hairbrush in each hand. She handled the purple one to Amy, kept the black one and sat on my leg.
Zoe: Hope you enjoyed your break because your brain will probably stop working after this.
Me: You think I’m a pussy like you?
Zoe: Well, you sounded pretty terrified before. And I’m not experimenting. I know this will fuck you up.
Amy: By the way, how did you come up with this idea?
Zoe: In short, some years ago, when I went to my cousins’ house we would tickle fight a lot. Once, I beat one of them and he wasn’t satisfied with the outcome so a couple of hours later I was lying on the couch and he suddenly used a hairbrush on my feet. It tickled like hell, and I’m not even that ticklish. Obviously, I got him back when his girlfriend came over. I convinced her to join me, so she made him lay face down on his bed and then she got on top of him, tickling his ribs while I tickled his feet with the same hairbrush. We got him so bad that he never tickled me again. Who knows? Maybe Abby will end the same way.
Me: You wish.
Amy: Okay, let's see how this works…
She tickled first and Zoe followed. Amy, being the first time she used it, lightly brushed my foot, probably thinking she would hurt me if she did it harder. Zoe, on the contrary, brushed harder and faster. It was unbearable. Their nails were bad already, but this was ten times worse. I had my face buried in the pillow, laughing head off. Tears started flowing out my eyes. I’ll try to put it into words: the tickling was so intense that I felt like I wasn’t laughing hard enough. And I insist, Amy wasn’t even doing it right! Even so, I still didn’t ask them to stop. I tried to resist as long as I could. Though I was laughing so hard that I probably couldn’t have said a single word anyways. They kept tickling for probably a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours. Amy improved her technique in that time, but she still wasn’t as good as Zoe. Then, fortunately, they stopped. I was a mess, panting and still giggling because of the residual tickling.
Zoe: Look at her, she looks like she ran a marathon!
Amy: I almost feel bad for her. Do you think she had enough?
Zoe: Maybe, but it’s her decision. She knows what she has to say to make us stop. So, what is it gonna be, Abby?
I didn’t know what to do. The tickling was too much, but I was too proud to say that stupid phrase. Also, I was still enjoying it a little.
Me: Okay, fine. I’m sorry.
Amy: That was the worst apology I’ve ever heard.
Zoe: And that’s not what I want you to say. You have to say “Please Amy and Zoe, Please stop tickling my big, sweaty, red and super ticklish feet. I will be a good girl and won’t tickle you anymore, I promise.”
Me: Come on! It wasn’t so long before!
Zoe: Terms have changed, baby. Say it or we’ll tickle you for ten minutes straight.
Now, ten minutes sounded like hell. I was genuinely thinking about saying it, but it was too humiliating. As I considered it, Zoe’s phone rang.
Zoe: Shit, 8 PM already? Well, I gotta go make dinner.
She quickly spidered her fingers along my foot, making me gasp and giggle, then she got up and smacked my butt.
Zoe: Saved by the bell. See ya, bigfoot!
(The tickling ends here, so if you just came for that you’re free to go!)
They both walked out the room and left me lying on the bed, exhausted, without moving a muscle. Amy came back shortly after, closing the door behind her.
Amy: Hey, you alright?
Me: I’m fine. Tired, but fine.
Amy: We didn’t go too far, did we?
She sat beside me.
Me: Nah, don’t worry. It was pretty intense, but nothing I can’t handle.
I smiled at her and she smiled back, forgetting her worries. I turned over, facing up. She chuckled softly.
Amy: You look like shit. But… in a good way.
Me: How’s that possible?
Amy: Forget it, just trust me. Now, the real question… Did you enjoy it?
Me: I loved it. It was horrible, you both destroyed my feet, but at the same time it felt great!
Amy shifted and laid down beside me, smirking.
Amy: I never took you for the submissive type.
Me: I’m more of a switch, actually. I liked being dominated by you, but I’d never let Kevin dominate me, for example.
Amy: Oh, by the way. Before Zoe left I told her to not tell Kevin that you were ticklish. She agreed, so don’t worry.
Me: Thank you! You’re the best!
Amy approached me, getting really close.
Amy: Well, I’m thinking about a way you can properly thank me…
She reached and caressed my arm, while I was a little surprised. I noticed a strange behavior in those days, but I didn’t really think she liked me that way. Honestly, I thought she liked Kevin, but I was clearly wrong. I liked her too, so I leaned in and kissed her. She got excited and climbed on top of me without separating her lips from mine, embracing me tightly. We laid there together until it got late and I left.
Now why did I tell you this? I guess ending the story as soon as the tickling stopped didn’t feel right. Also, it'll give you some context for future stories (I'll try not to take a year to write the next one).
This time I’ll introduce someone new: Zoe. She’s the smallest of us, around 160cm. Long black hair, pale and a great body shape (works out with me). What she lacks in height, she lacks in ticklishness. You can tickle her all you want, in any place of her body but you’ll only get giggles, never laughter. And she’ll always counterattack. Always. And if she can’t or doesn’t feel like it, she’ll do it later or some other day. She does it to retaliate or as a punishment but doesn’t usually tickle others to play around.
So Amy, Zoe and I were hanging out in Amy’s bed chatting when Amy brought up a new topic: massages, and eventually foot massages. I’m sure she had that planned. Then she goes “What about you, Abby? You like foot massages?”
You bitch. I know where this is going. I thought.
Me: I actually never had any.
Zoe: Really?
Me: Yeah, I’m usually the one that gives massages but I don’t get many.
Amy: Well, that’s about to change.
I knew it.
Amy: Give me this one (She grabs my left foot) you gave me many massages so you deserve it.
Me: Oh, you don’t have to…
Amy: I know, but I wanna!
Of course you do.
Zoe: Now that you mention it, (She grabs my other foot) you gave me lots of massages too, especially after working out.
Me: Girls, I don’t do it to get something in return, don’t worry.
Amy: That makes you deserve it even more. Just lay back and relax!
So I laid with my head at the foot of the bed while they massaged my feet. Maybe Amy really just wanted to give me a massage? At first, it seemed like that. But I was still paranoid.
Amy: So? How does that feel?
Me: It feels great! You two are pretty good at this.
Zoe: Thanks! Honestly I’m winging it.
Amy: I’m kind of winging it too, but I’m glad you like it!
Seconds later, I felt Amy’s foot against mine.
Me: What are you doing?
Amy: Comparing. I never noticed that your feet are bigger than mine. By half a toe.
Zoe also measures her foot against mine. Well, I wasn’t expecting to get any hornier, but I did.
Zoe: Shit. Almost a whole toe bigger. They’re also pretty soft. You take care of them?
Me: Uhh… I just use a pumice stone every other day.
Amy: They are cute! I didn’t take you for someone that took care of her feet.
Zoe: Yeah, that’s pretty girly for a tomboy.
Me: I’m not… am I a tomboy?
Both: Yes.
Amy: You’re the least girly woman I know.
Me: Really? Well, now that I think of it… Yeah you’re probably right.
Amy: Yeah, a tomboy with big, soft and cute feet.
Me: Shut up! (I started blushing a little)
Amy: (Chuckling) I’m just messing with you. And they don’t smell. Remember when we tickled Kevin? His feet were sweaty AND stinky.
Me: Yeah. Not too stinky, fortunately.
Zoe: Wait. Did you two tickle Kevin?
Me: Yeah, he lost a bet and we tickled the fuck out of him.
Amy: You should’ve seen him, he was a total mess when we finished.
Zoe: Oh man I wish I was there to join you. That asshole has been tickling me right when I’m about to leave so I can’t get him back ‘cause I’m in a hurry. And when I come here and he’s around I forget to do it most of the times.
*Side note: apparently, after Amy and I tickled him, Kevin has been tickling people more often. Especially Amy because, well, they live together. He still doesn’t know that I’m ticklish so I’m the only one that isn’t getting it (Though even if he knew, I’d just have to keep my sneakers on)*
Amy: And now that you didn’t forget, he’s not here.
Zoe: Please, remind me to do it next time I come. I won’t let him get away with it.
Amy: I’ll let you know if I plan an attack on him. He’s tickled me a lot recently. Usually, I get him back and he ends up regretting it, but sometimes he pins me and I can’t tickle back.
Me: Let me know too! He did nothing to me but it’s fun to tickle him.
Amy: It’s a deal!
We kept chatting for a couple of minutes until I felt Amy’s nail slowly tracing down my sole. I knew that the relaxing moment came to an end. I think I couldn’t even enjoy it for five minutes. When she saw my toes twitch, she grinned while looking at me. As for Zoe, she was oblivious about the situation and kept talking.
Zoe: Hey Amy, why don’t you start working out with us? The gym isn’t away from here.
Amy: I’ve thought about it, but I’m not sure. What do you think, Abby?
Great, now she’s gonna make me talk while holding back my laughter. At least she’s taking it easy.
Me: Yeah, you should come with us!
Amy: Why? You think I’m getting fat? (She lightly scratches under my toes)
Me: (Inhaling deeply) N-no! I’m just saying that… You’d look better! (I wasn't thinking clearly at this point)
Amy: So I don’t look good enough? That’s what you mean?
Me: NO AMY! That’s not what I’m fucking saying!
I’m gonna break if she doesn’t stop.
Zoe: Abby means that you’ll get stronger and feet better, right Abby?
Me: Yes, exactly!
Amy: (Stops tickling me) Oh! You should be more clear.
Me: (I take a deep breath) I’ll try.
Amy: You look tense. Isn’t the foot rub relaxing?
Zoe: You tell us if you want us to rub harder or softer.
Me: You’re doing great. I’m super relaxed. I’m about to fall asleep.
Amy: Then I’ll keep you awake. Here’s something to think about. Do you remember when we tickled Kevin and he went to get a drink? We were alone in his bedroom and I told you something. Remember what it was?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Of course I remember. Is she gonna do it now?
Me: Uhm… something about… revenge, right?
Zoe was just looking with a puzzled face.
Amy: Great! Clever girl! Now… If you were in my place, what would you do in this situation? (a grin started to slowly form in her face)
Me: Well… I wouldn’t let my guard down like you.
With that, I freed my feet from their grasps. Then, I pounced on Amy before she could react. Lying on top of her, I tickled her sides and ribs and blew raspberries on her neck. This was the only thing that came to my mind to stop her from revealing my secret and ganging up on me with Zoe. I needed her to not be able to talk or defend herself, and this was the best way. She started laughing hysterically and tried to push me off but I didn’t let her. Zoe didn’t intervene. So far so good.
Until, some moments later…
Amy: AHAHAHAHA ZOEEE HAHAHAHA!
Shit. She can talk. I tried to increase the intensity by changing spots faster and also tickling her armpits, but that only worked for a limited time.
Amy: HEHEHELP!
Zoe: And get tickled too? No thanks.
Amy kept taking it helplessly until she used her hands to shield her neck from my mouth. I’ll admit, it was a smart move. Now, with one source of tickling blocked, she was able to speak more clearly.
Amy: TIHIHIHICKLE HEHEHEHER HAHAHAHA!
Zoe: She’s not ticklish, we’ve tried a thousand times.
Amy: FEEHEHEHET!
If she understood her, I am fucked. Hopefully she didn’t-
I felt a fingernail tracing down my right sole. I instinctively pulled my foot away, but she took hold of my ankle and began tickling my foot. I tried to hold in my laughter but it was impossible. My tickle attack gradually lost strength. As my laughter intensified, Amy’s decreased until she managed to throw me off her and left me laughing on the mattress. Zoe’s fingers were surprisingly skilled. Then, Amy grabbed the other foot, Zoe stopped and both sat on one leg each.
Amy: Now you’re fucked.
Zoe: So you lied to me when you said you weren’t ticklish. And I could never tickle you back all those times you tickled me. You accumulated quite a lot of debt.
Amy: Now's time to pay us both.
Me: May I defend myself?
Zoe: You are indefensible, but go ahead.
Me: I genuinely thought I wasn't ticklish until Amy tickled me a couple of months ago.
Zoe: You still lied because you affirmed that you weren’t ticklish instead of saying you didn’t know.
Amy: Wait, so you've never been tickled? Not even once?
Me: No. I almost never go around barefoot, even less around people. So I never gave anyone the chance to tickle me.
Amy: You’re saying that I stole your virginity?
Me: My tickle virginity at least, yeah hahaha.
Zoe: Ok, enough talk. Let's get to work.
Amy: Let's see how ticklish bigfoot really is…
At this point I was feeling a mix of excitement, fear and horniness. Since Amy tickled me for the first time, I had fantasies of being held down and tickled, but also I didn't know if I could handle it.
They both scribbled their fingers across my soles and I couldn’t even hold it in for a second. The sensation was too intense and I just exploded with laughter. It was maddening. I didn't expect it to tickle so bad. And they had just started.
Amy was focusing on my sole and heel, not touching the toes yet. Zoe, on the other hand, was just tickling under my toes and balls of my foot. If I were to divide this in rounds, Zoe won the first one. The sensation of her nails under my toes was overwhelming.
If they had a conversation, I didn't hear them over my own laughter. Even if they had, they were probably teasing me.
Now the great question: did I want them to stop? Yes and no. A part of me was desperate to scream "STOP! PLEASE!". It was my first time really getting tickled, it was an entirely new feeling and I was getting it with high intensity. I was simply not prepared for that. It felt unbearable… But another part of me wanted them to keep going. I wanted to be tickled harder, for as long as they wanted. To plead them to stop just so they would laugh at me and tease me. In short, I wanted to be dominated by them. It was the first time that I felt so helpless, and I loved every second. I was fulfilling my fantasy.
I don't know how long it was, but they eventually stopped. I was exhausted, panting, my hair was a mess and I was starting to get hot.
Amy: Ew your feet are getting sweaty already.
Me: (still panting) Well, what did you expect? You can stop right now if you want.
Amy: Nah, I'll get used to it. But if they get stinky we'll have to scrub them clean!
Me: Please don't.
Zoe: So, how do you feel?
Me: Tired. Humiliated. Hot.
Zoe: Well, you're taking some of your own medicine. If you say you're sorry, we may think about forgiving you.
Me: But I'm not sorry. It is fun to tickle you. And I’ll keep doing it.
Amy: That didn't sound like an apology.
Zoe: No, it didn't. And here I thought you were smart enough.
Me: Oh, I am smart. But I am honest too. And I'm not sorry.
Zoe: Okay. So be it. At least we agree on one thing: tickling is fun. And it is even more fun when you tickle someone who deserves it. Take a deep breath, you're gonna need it.
Then they tickled me again. Now Amy was pulling back my toes while tickling under them, and Zoe was using both hands to tickle my sole and toes. I grabbed a pillow and laughed into it, because I felt I was getting too loud.
Zoe: I never thought I would hear Abby laughing like this.
Amy: Right? She's going crazy! And her hysterical laughter is so cute!
There. There is the teasing. That's what my submissive ass wanted to hear. Some minutes of intense tickling and teasing later, they stopped again.
Amy: You look like shit. You should apologize now.
Zoe: No, she had her chance to apologize. Now I want you to say "Please Amy and Zoe. Please stop tickling my big, sweaty feet. I will be a good girl, I promise."
Amy: Hahaha! I'd pay to hear that!
Me: There's no fucking way I'm saying that.
Zoe: Are you sure? Last chance~
Me: … Ok, fine. I'll say it.
Amy: Oh my God! Really?!
Zoe: Let's hear it.
Me: Here I go… Please, Amy and Zoe. Go fuck yourselves.
Amy: (laughing) I knew it!
Zoe: Bad move, lady. Amy, do you have a couple of hairbrushes?
Shit. I got scared. I didn't know if I could take it.
Me: No, Amy! Don't give her the brushes!
Amy: Why? Are brushes good for tickling?
Zoe: You'll see. You're gonna love it.
Amy: I think I left mine in the bathroom and Kevin has one but you're gonna have to look for it in his room.
Zoe: On it. Be right back!
She left and Amy started caressing my sole.
Amy: Your feet are getting red. They are so cute! Cootchie cootchie coo! (Teases my toes)
Me: Cuhuhut it ohohof!
Amy: I don't know which is cuter: your feet or your face.
Is she hitting on me?
Me: I'd say both are nice.
Amy: So… You freaked out when she mentioned the brushes. Are they that bad?
Me: Probably. I've seen it in a lot of videos and they always make the victim go nuts.
Amy: (tracing her finger up and down mi sole) Ohh you naughty girl! So you watch tickling porn?
Me: Hahaha yehehes! Don't you?
Amy: Hmm. I've seen some. But I've never seen a hairbrush in them. Honestly, I kind of found out my fetish when we tickled Kevin, so I didn't even know they existed. Besides, when it comes to "pleasure myself", the best material I can get is in my imagination, so I don't usually watch porn.
Me: I see. I like to do that too. I wouldn't happen to appear in those fantasies, right?
Amy: Oh, you do. Pretty frequently.
Me: Yeah? And what do I do?
Amy: I'm not telling you. Not right now. I casually remembered that you told me to go fuck myself. I'm gonna do something that you taught me… Where is your tickle spot?
Me: I’m not telling you.
Amy: You want me to find it? Ok, it'll be fun! Let's say this is an exam.
Then she proceeded to probe every part of my foot with a single finger. Every. Part. I didn't imagine that a single nail would make me laugh like this. She actually found my two tickle spots.
Amy: Ok, I'd say that your tickle spots are under these wiggly toes (tickles there) aaaand I think I found another one here (tickles just above my heel, where my sole/arch starts). Well, did I do it right, professor?
Me: YEHEHEHES! Yes! Great job! You got really good at this, I'm proud of you. Even if you turned on me.
Amy: Aww, thanks! Well, I have the best teacher. For that, I'm not telling Zoe about your spots. Let them be our secret.
Me: Thanks!
Amy: You need to teach me more. You didn’t tell me about the brushes, you know?
Me: That's for another class. I'll teach you everything, don't worry.
Zoe: Found ‘em! Shit, Kevin's room is a total mess.
She entered the room with a triumphant smile and a hairbrush in each hand. She handled the purple one to Amy, kept the black one and sat on my leg.
Zoe: Hope you enjoyed your break because your brain will probably stop working after this.
Me: You think I’m a pussy like you?
Zoe: Well, you sounded pretty terrified before. And I’m not experimenting. I know this will fuck you up.
Amy: By the way, how did you come up with this idea?
Zoe: In short, some years ago, when I went to my cousins’ house we would tickle fight a lot. Once, I beat one of them and he wasn’t satisfied with the outcome so a couple of hours later I was lying on the couch and he suddenly used a hairbrush on my feet. It tickled like hell, and I’m not even that ticklish. Obviously, I got him back when his girlfriend came over. I convinced her to join me, so she made him lay face down on his bed and then she got on top of him, tickling his ribs while I tickled his feet with the same hairbrush. We got him so bad that he never tickled me again. Who knows? Maybe Abby will end the same way.
Me: You wish.
Amy: Okay, let's see how this works…
She tickled first and Zoe followed. Amy, being the first time she used it, lightly brushed my foot, probably thinking she would hurt me if she did it harder. Zoe, on the contrary, brushed harder and faster. It was unbearable. Their nails were bad already, but this was ten times worse. I had my face buried in the pillow, laughing head off. Tears started flowing out my eyes. I’ll try to put it into words: the tickling was so intense that I felt like I wasn’t laughing hard enough. And I insist, Amy wasn’t even doing it right! Even so, I still didn’t ask them to stop. I tried to resist as long as I could. Though I was laughing so hard that I probably couldn’t have said a single word anyways. They kept tickling for probably a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours. Amy improved her technique in that time, but she still wasn’t as good as Zoe. Then, fortunately, they stopped. I was a mess, panting and still giggling because of the residual tickling.
Zoe: Look at her, she looks like she ran a marathon!
Amy: I almost feel bad for her. Do you think she had enough?
Zoe: Maybe, but it’s her decision. She knows what she has to say to make us stop. So, what is it gonna be, Abby?
I didn’t know what to do. The tickling was too much, but I was too proud to say that stupid phrase. Also, I was still enjoying it a little.
Me: Okay, fine. I’m sorry.
Amy: That was the worst apology I’ve ever heard.
Zoe: And that’s not what I want you to say. You have to say “Please Amy and Zoe, Please stop tickling my big, sweaty, red and super ticklish feet. I will be a good girl and won’t tickle you anymore, I promise.”
Me: Come on! It wasn’t so long before!
Zoe: Terms have changed, baby. Say it or we’ll tickle you for ten minutes straight.
Now, ten minutes sounded like hell. I was genuinely thinking about saying it, but it was too humiliating. As I considered it, Zoe’s phone rang.
Zoe: Shit, 8 PM already? Well, I gotta go make dinner.
She quickly spidered her fingers along my foot, making me gasp and giggle, then she got up and smacked my butt.
Zoe: Saved by the bell. See ya, bigfoot!
(The tickling ends here, so if you just came for that you’re free to go!)
They both walked out the room and left me lying on the bed, exhausted, without moving a muscle. Amy came back shortly after, closing the door behind her.
Amy: Hey, you alright?
Me: I’m fine. Tired, but fine.
Amy: We didn’t go too far, did we?
She sat beside me.
Me: Nah, don’t worry. It was pretty intense, but nothing I can’t handle.
I smiled at her and she smiled back, forgetting her worries. I turned over, facing up. She chuckled softly.
Amy: You look like shit. But… in a good way.
Me: How’s that possible?
Amy: Forget it, just trust me. Now, the real question… Did you enjoy it?
Me: I loved it. It was horrible, you both destroyed my feet, but at the same time it felt great!
Amy shifted and laid down beside me, smirking.
Amy: I never took you for the submissive type.
Me: I’m more of a switch, actually. I liked being dominated by you, but I’d never let Kevin dominate me, for example.
Amy: Oh, by the way. Before Zoe left I told her to not tell Kevin that you were ticklish. She agreed, so don’t worry.
Me: Thank you! You’re the best!
Amy approached me, getting really close.
Amy: Well, I’m thinking about a way you can properly thank me…
She reached and caressed my arm, while I was a little surprised. I noticed a strange behavior in those days, but I didn’t really think she liked me that way. Honestly, I thought she liked Kevin, but I was clearly wrong. I liked her too, so I leaned in and kissed her. She got excited and climbed on top of me without separating her lips from mine, embracing me tightly. We laid there together until it got late and I left.
Now why did I tell you this? I guess ending the story as soon as the tickling stopped didn’t feel right. Also, it'll give you some context for future stories (I'll try not to take a year to write the next one).
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
