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.
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.