Sweet Kate

[ekhm ekhm]

One time we went with Kate and our three children to visither sister Meg. That Kate wore a thin white blouse, jeans, and on her feet she had​

white ankle socks and white converse sneakers. After arrival, our children momentarily rushed into Meg's house and ran with her children to play in the room located on the first floor, meanwhile we sat at the table talking to each other.

At one moment my wife noticed that the room where the children were playing became suspiciously quiet. Kate decided that she would go​

see what was going on. So she got up from the table and walked to the children's room. We continued to sit at the table talking. The noises in the upstairs came again. However, time passed and Kate did not come down. At some point Meg went to prepare dinner for everyone, Meg's husband went out to the garden to smoke a cigarette. Curious about Kate's prolonged absence, I went to the children's room.

When I entered the room I saw the children playing cops and robbers with Kate. The kids had plastic guns and were chasing around the room​

Kate who had robbed the bank. Finally, the little children caught up with their aunt. They told her that she had been arrested. Due to the fact that the children didn't have handcuffs, they asked me to help them tie Kate's hands with a thick pink ribbon they found quickly. I asked my wife to give her hands to her back, I tied her hands behind her back and then leaned her back against the wall. Kate, meanwhile, laughed at the whole situation, saying that the children would be very good policemen.

After a while, I suggested that the children come up with some punishment for the thief. The children outdid themselves with ideas about the​

punishment. Finally, one of them squeezed Kate's side and asked her if she is ticklish. Kate denied it, saying that adults are not ticklish, to which my youngest son immediately responded that his mom was ticklish on her feet. Kate turned to him and, smiling, jokingly called him a little traitor while the children momentarily ran to Kate's feet. My wife immediately pulled her knees up which caused her feet to be flat on the ground preventing the children from pulling off her shoes. Kate got a little brave and told the children that they wouldn't do anything to her and showed them her tongue while making a silly face.

I felt sorry for the children so I offered to help, which was immediately met with protest from my wife (that it is not fair and that I am not​

taking part in the game). However, being deaf to her words, I stepped up to her and straightened her legs. Now her legs were lying flat on the floor and her feet were completely exposed. Three children sat on her legs causing her to be unable to raise them again. The kids started untying Kate's sneakers and slowly pulled them off. My wife, seeing that in a while the children would take off her shoes and start tickling her, suggested an end of the game and promised to take the children out for ice cream in exchange for her release. I replied to her that it was not nice to try to corrupt policemen and told that if they tickled my wife well, I would buy them two scoops of ice cream each. Kate said to me to shut up and continued trying to talk the children to free her. But the children continued to do their own thing. After a while, Kate's sneakers lay thrown in the corner of the room and her feet were dressed only in thin white ankle socks.

Kate crossed her feet trying to somehow prepare herself for what was coming. After a while, the children began tickling Kate's feet causing​

her to burst out laughing. The two young children tickled her feet through her socks as Kate, during breaks between laughter, asked them to stop. Finally, one of the children got the idea that it was time to take off Auntie's socks. Kate began to protest but, of course, it had no effect. The children grabbed her feet and slipped off her socks.

Now in front of the children were the two cream-pink soles of Kate's feet, and the tightly curled black-painted toes tried to protect the most​

sensitive region. The children dragged their fingers across Kate's bare soles causing her to burst out in a loud laugh jumping up again. My wife wriggled her feet trying to get away from the tickling fingers. The children scratched their fingers on the helpless soft soles of Kate's feet, making her laugh out loud. Then finally the children focused on the area of Kate's toes, releasing even more laughter. While the children tickled her toes, Kate began to throw herself so hard that she almost successfully dropped the children sitting on her feet.

Therefore, in an act of devotion, I sat on her legs holding them down and the other children joined the two who were already tickling. To​

make the children's task a little easier I grabbed Kate's feet by the big toes taking away her ability to wiggle them. What happened in a short while was a true madness. Kate was laughing hysterically begging the children to stop. Every touch to the area of her toes caused her to jump so much that it was difficult for me, too, to stay on her leg. Tickling Kate's toes resembled playing an instrument: every touch of her toes caused a laugh to erupt from her mouth and her body convulsed like a string that someone had made vibrate. In addition, the children began to play with her toes while telling the tale of the pigs (This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed at home...). Poor Kate was unable to do anything. She was defenseless against the little children's tiny fingers that explored her feet and the areas between her toes.

Seeing Kate's tiredness, I asked the children to stop tickling her already. The children were a little disappointed because they would have​

loved to tickle her some more, but they meekly stopped and moved away from Kate's feet. I turned to my wife sending her a kiss and saying that she was brave. Kate replied to me with a slight smile that as soon as I released her she would kill me. Fearing for my life, I started tickling her feet again asking her to retract her words. Kate only shouted "Not again" and burst out laughing loudly, claiming that she was only joking and that I could feel safe.

I stopped tickling Kate, then got off her feet and untied her hands. Kate laid down on the floor breathing deeply with a slight smile on her​

lips. What is amazing is that always, no matter how much Kate would be tickled, she was never angry about it.

That is all folks !!!

Due to the fact that English is not my native language, I request your understanding and comments on the story (in a private message). If necessary, I will try to improve story to be more readable/transparent. Greetings to everyone


Kate ticklish feet: https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?350657-My-wife-s-ticklish-feet

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https://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...05#post4678405
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[Goldeneye007]

Great story! ��

 

[milagros317]

Great story! It is wonderful that you grabbed Kate's feet by the big toes taking away her ability to wiggle them. That was diabolical. Thanks for sharing your experience here.

 

[tickle_prince]

Ah, I remember games like this when I was a kid, the thrill of tickling adult baby sitter in this very manner! Thanks for sharing it with us here

 

[delicatetouch]

Great Story! Thank you for sharing!

 

[Libertine]

If necessary, I will try to improve story to be more readable/transparent.

The best way of doing that would be to space the paragraphs. Right now it looks like a solid and thus unreadable wall of text!

 

[MrMacphisto]

Excellent

 

[Blackie]

Awesome story! Enjoyed it a lot! Poor Kate!

 

[Onnakusuguritai]

Awesome cute story! It's great that your wife is such a good sport about tickling

 

[Onnakusuguritai]

Ah, I remember games like this when I was a kid, the thrill of tickling adult baby sitter in this very manner! Thanks for sharing it with us here

I'd love to hear the details if you're willing to share.

 

[playfulfeathr09]

This is an awesome story. Great job "helping" the kiddos there. I'm sure everyone had fun tickling Kate.

 

[ekhm ekhm]

Thank you for all your comments Appreciate them

 

[Jack Sanfini]

Great story thank you for sharing. Your wife has beautiful feet by the way.

 

[smokinj]

Great story, thanks for sharing!

 

[Nedward]

Wtf

 

[ekhm ekhm]

Another history:

Once upon a time Kate and I were invited to a family celebration. The party was held in a rented establishment. All the tables were joined into one​

long table and there were names of the guests next to the chairs. We sat next to my brother Mike and his family (Zoe and their children -two girls Kelly, Molly). On the opposite side of the table were sitting my parents (to be precise, Kate was sitting opposite my mother). Due to the character of the ceremony, Kate was dressed in a knee-length dress (a black and green dress with subtle floral motifs -believe me, it looked beautiful). On her legs she wore black thin pantyhose through which her red painted nails were showing through, and on her feet she wore red high heels. As you already know from previous stories, my wife doesn't like to wear stilettos and whenever she has the opportunity she slips them off her heels, dangling them and exposing part of her foot.

It was warm and sunny that day, so part of the event was moved to the outdoor patio. The children ran merrily between the restaurant and the​

outdoor playground. Kate and I also went outside talking to unseen long-time family members. Standing outside in high heels made Kate a little tired and it was clear that her feet started to hurt. Kate suggested returning to the hall to finally sit down and drink coffee. Due to the outside conditions, the hall was almost empty. However, one of the people who sat in the room was my mother, who was looking up some information on her phone. I offered her coffee as well and went to the coffee machine prepare drinks for Kate and my mother. By this time Kate was sitting in her seat talking to her mother-in-law. I brought the made coffee to the girls and went over tomy cousin standing nearby to speak a few words with him. While talking to him I had a perfect view on Kate and her feet. I could see Kate playing with her shoes. Once she moved her feet deeply backwards under the chair, causing both of her heels to pop out of her shoes exposing the strained sole. All the time she was removing her hurting feet from their red heels and twisting her foot left and right trying to "stretch" them out a bit. She would curve her toes, and in a moment she would curl them, occasionally wiggling her red-painted toes. At other times, she would put her foot on her foot, letting one of her shoes dangling slightly hanging by her toes. I could stand there and stare for hours, but there came a moment when my cousin ended the conversation and went outside to his wife, and I, with the rest of my coffee, returned to the table and took a seat next to my lovely wife and joined the conversation.

We continued the conversation when at one point Kate suddenly jumped up making a high pitched yelping sound mixed with laughter (I'll be honest,​

she scare my a little) and after a while she started giggling while squirming in her chair. My mother and I looked at Kate not knowing what had happened. Kate turned slightly red. After a moment she apologized andleaned slightly under the table lifting the tablecloth. Under the table were Kelly and Molly giggling. The girls, playing a game, went under the table unnoticed (they came in from the other end) and quietly moved to the area where we were sitting. Seeing Kate's feet shoeless (or while dangling), they decided to tickle their aunt. One of the girls grabbed her ankle while the other launched a several-second attack on her panty-covered foot, causing my wife to laugh. Kate told the girls that they had made hera good prank, but they nearly caused her to have a heart attack. The girls were happy at the successful prank and they ran to continue playing. But you know how it is with children. If you compliment them on something (in this case, a successful prank) they want to repeat it.

Not a long time passed when the girls returned under the table. However, this time my wife had her shoes on. So at the moment when she felt that​

someone under the table was trying to pull off her shoe, she looked at me and said, "What's going on under the table? I think some little creature is trying to steal my shoes" letting me and my mother know that the girls were back. In a moment Kate started giggling and squirming in her chair again and the giggling turning into individual bursts of laughter indicated that the girls had successfully taken off at least one shoe. My wife covered her face with her hands, trying somehow to endure the tickling (she told me later that the girls tickled her slowly this time, or rather, occasionally stroked her sole with their fingers). My mother looked at Kate smiling and said that she looked very sweet giggling like that. Kate thanked them for the compliment laughing in between and said that she, however, preferred being made to laugh in other ways. Following up on the topic, Mom said it was amazing how ticklish Kate's feet were and bent down under the table, asking the girls to give her aunt's foot. The unexpected request caused that Kate didn't have time to prepare for it and was unable to get her footout of the girls' hands.

The girls pulled Kate's foot causing her to slightly settle on the chair. Kate's foot immediately found its way into my mother's hands who quickly​

immobilized it. Kate, expecting what might come, began to beg my mother not to do it and released her foot. (Oh my God, mom please don't. Oh no, mom, please don't. Don't do it. Not now, please). But in a moment her requests were replaced by laughter coming out of her mouth. Mom scratched her fingers on Kate's foot causing her to burst out laughing. No matter how much she tried to control herself, Kate was unable to stop laughing. After a while, my wife no longer asked my mother to stop tickling her, but was only concentrated not to laugh too loudly to avoid drawing the attention of others. Kate's laughter once was quieter and other times louder, depending on what part of her foot my mother was tickling. When she dragged her fingers across her arch or ball, Kate laughed more quietly. But when she hooked her fingers on her toes or heel, Katemomentarily jumped higher in her chair (as much as she could) laughing louder. It was all very subdued. My mother didn't launch a furious attack on her daughter-in-law's feet that would cause such a burst of laughter that the windows in the room would fall out. Mom was teasing her daughter-in-law, forcing her to make an effort not to burst out laughing too loudly.

Tickling Kate's foot, my mother looked at me smiling at me and said: "Look at her. Doesn't she look cute when she giggles like that?". I agree​

with my mother. I looked at Kate who was trying to control her laughter and let out a wink. Kate blushed at all this. In a moment, my mother stopped tickling Kate and released her foot. Kate breathed a deep sigh of relief, correcting herself in her chair. "That was torture," she said to us, pointing out that one thing was tickling and another was holding back and suppressing her laughter so that her laughter didn't flood the whole room.

 

[MrMacphisto]

Great story

 

[Wesker28]

Wow, it just goes to show. Any one that sees those feet always want to to tickle her.

 

[fitnesstickle]

Great stuff. Love your wife and mom

 

[ekhm ekhm]

I will share two short stories starring Kate. Both took place within six months ago. It took me a while to write them, but you can understand for yourself: lack of time.
Here is the first one:

A while ago we went with Kate and the kids to visit my mother. Kate that day wore black elegant pants, black high heels and thin black nylons. Of course, as soon as we entered the house Kate quickly dropped the high heels from her feet.

That day my brother also came with his family (wife and children) to visit my mother so we met a large group. The kids hadn't seen each other in a long time so they immediately went to play in their room while the adults took care of their own things. Kate was just talking to my brother's wife. Finally, my brother's wife went to do something, and Kate went to the children.

In a moment we could hear the loud laughter of one of the kids. We all looked at each other and went to see what was going on. When we approached the room, we saw Kate (she was sitting with her back to the entrance - she couldn't see us), who was holding her goddaughter Molly's hands with one hand and tickling her belly with the other. The little girl was laughing loudly, unable to free herself from her aunt's trap.

Kate was slightly bent forward, kneeling on her knees and toes, and her soles were taut. Her feet were perfectly exposed. You could see her soft soles showing through the thin black nylons.

My mother looked at me and my brother's wife, winked at us and put her finger to her lips, letting us know to be quiet. She crept up to Kate and started tickling her feet with all her force, saying that it wasn't nice to bully the weaker ones. Kate laughed and rolled over onto her side, and my mother grabbed the ankle of one of Kate's feet, still tickling it. Kate laughed pulling her foot, trying to free it. After a few seconds, my mother called out to the rest of us to help. I grabbed Kate's hands and my sister-in-law grabbed the other leg immobilizing Kate completely.

Then my mother told Molly that now she could take revenge on her aunt for the earlier tickling. Kate began to protest, but as soon as Molly's fingers made contact with Kate's soles, her protests were replaced by a burst of laughter. Kate laughed asking for the tickling to stop, claiming that Molly's fingers were tickling her so badly. My mother stated jokingly that someone ticklish like Kate should remember how it feels to be tickled, but because Kate had forgotten about it then she needed to be reminded. Kate's feet wiggled in a wild dance trying to avoid her goddaughter's ticklish fingers, and through the sheer nylons you could see the dark-colored painted toes that curled up protecting what was weakest. My mom looked at a laughing Kate who began to apologize for tickling Molly. Then my mom looked lovingly at Molly and told the girl to not forget to tickle her aunt's toes. My wife only managed to shout “NOOOOO” and a second later she was laughing even louder, begging me to do something. I just said that she deserved to be taught a lesson and I couldn't help it. The tickling continued for a while, and then we released Kate who, breathing, lay on the floor recovering. The whole tickling lasted about 5 minutes and it was a wonderful event.

 

[ekhm ekhm]

A short story that took place during the last Christmas holidays.

We were spending it at my mother's house, so we went there a few days earlier to help with the preparations for Christmas. We helped with cooking, cleaning but also decorating the house with Christmas ornaments. We also had to prepare the Christmas tree. The Christmas tree was not very big, but it had very spreading branches. It was a natural tree and not an artificial one, so it had to be placed in a special stand. This stand has a holder into which the tree trunk is inserted and then tightened with screws so that the tree holds on. However, before you tighten these screws, you need to position the tree so that it is not crooked.

Just during this work an incident occurred. Kate and I were fixing a Christmas tree. Kate dressed in a t-shirt, jeans and flesh-colored nylons. Dark plum-colored toenails. Of course, Kate walked around the house without shoes.

Back to the story, I climbed into the chair by grabbing the top of the Christmas tree and setting it upright so it wouldn't be crooked. Kate's job was to slide under the Christmas tree and tighten the screws that would immobilize the tree. Because the stand was low, Kate had to crawl under the bottom of the Christmas tree. As I mentioned earlier, the Christmas tree was not very tall but very spread out, so my wife's upper body disappeared under the bottom layer of branches and only her thighs and the rest of her legs were sticking out. While Kate was tightening the screws, my mother came into the room to see how our work was going.

Seeing Kate under the Christmas tree, she joked that she saw some presents had already appeared. Kate, being under the Christmas tree, equally jokingly replied that my mom should remember that presents are only for good children and adults. My mom walked over to Kate, sat down quickly on her feet and began tickling my wife's soles, asking her if she was suggesting that my mom was a bad mother-in-law. Kate burst out laughing, begging my mother not to tickle her. Still tickling my wife's soles, my mother found that Kate had not answered her question and moved her fingers to the region of Kate's toes and then slid her long Christmas-prepared, red-painted nails into the spaces between Kate's toes wiggling them out. Kate roared with laughter “NOOTTT THE TOESSSS” and, laughing like mad, begged my mother to stop tickling her. My mother, without stopping the tickling, asked again if Kate thought she was a bad mother-in-law, then changed the tickling area and now focused on Kate's full soles leaving her toes alone. “You are the best mother-in-law in the world,” replied Kate between bursts of laughter. “I knew it,” my mother replied not stopping the tickling.

After a moment, she asked my still laughing wife if she had been forced into such an opinion, and again moved her nails to the region of Kate's toes. Kate again burst out laughing wildly, saying that it was her own opinion. Still laughing hysterically, she began to ask my mother to end the tickling claiming that her nails were killing her and she would die laughing in a moment.

As soon as my mom released Kate, my wife crawled out from under the Christmas tree all sweaty and red in the face. My mom looked at Kate and said that because she is a very good mother-in-law now she expected a super gift for Christmas. “”Definitely,” Kate said catching her breath and smiling slightly. After a while when my mom left the room, Kate had to go under the Christmas tree again to finish her job, and I was just looking out to see if my mom would come back for a while to give her daughter-in-law some more tickling. Unfortunately, that was no longer the case.

 

[Morning Scifi]

Beautiful!

 

[Blackie]

Oh wow! Enjoyed both new stories a lot! Your wife Kate rocks!

Wonderful photos too! She has stunning beautiful feet!

 

[Wesker28]

Prepared red nails to tickle Kate with?

Lol as soon as she crawled under there I knew where that was going.