I was tickled on New Years and absolutely loved the feeling of having my fur-lined booties slowly removed from my barefeet while I stretched out on the couch. Since I was on my tummy I could not see what was going to happen next, but I could feel the breath of one tickler across my sensitive toes. I almost giggled when my ankles were tied together with a satin tie, knowing what was to come. Of course, my giggling became more pronounced soon after the baby oil was rubbed into my precious peds and the sensations of a feather's kiss began to take its toll on me. Not long after the pheasant feather began travelling across and between my toe-stems my laughter became more hysterical, especially when I heard the tickle talk and moaning coming from one of my ticklers that fateful night. It tickled so much, but I love having my feet loved and tickled at the same time.