I met a woman online recently who is a fellow tickle fetishist. She is strictly a ‘ler and I am mostly a ‘lee, so it seemed to be a fit. We chatted online for a bit and then finally met up at a cafe for lunch. She was very pretty, tall, thin, with long fingers that looked like they were genetically engineered for tickling.
We chatted over food and soda, then talked more in the parking lot, where I started a quick tickle fight. It was somewhat hampered by our winter coats, but there was definitely some chemistry.
Later that day, I went to her house. She led me down to the basement and took out her trunk of toys. I stripped down to my boxers and she tied me to a door frame. I was standing up, facing away from her, so I had to kind of peer around my shoulder to see her coming.
I learned immediately that this woman knows how to tickle. She teased and tested all of my spots, from my neck, to under my arms, to my sides, legs, and even my butt (which I did not know was ticklish). I started squirming uncontrollably. At several points, she wasn’t even moving her fingers, I was just wiggling so much that I was basically tickling myself.
After maybe 20-30min, she untied me and re-tied me to a bed with my arms spread to the side and my legs tied to the bottom corners. She has every kind of tickle tool you can imagine: a feather, combs, a pipe cleaner, various brushes … and she tried them all, almost ceremoniously bringing out one after another as I repeatedly squirmed and asked, “what the fuck is that?”
Her best tool, however, is her fingers. She sat on my legs and tickled my feet mercilessly, squeezed my sides, dug into my hips, and wiggled those fingers in every other spot she could think of. She was probably pulling her punches a bit, since it was the first time we met, but I was able to provoke her. I was tied loosely enough that I could move a bit, so when her feet or sides got within reach, I tickled her. She is very, very ticklish even though she does not ‘lee, and every time I snuck in a quick tickle, she responded 10-fold by torturing me until I (almost) regretted it.
After maybe 90min of nonstop tickling, I was pretty worked up. She thought I might be more sensitive after orgasm. She left the room for a few minutes and it did not take me long to take care of business. When she returned, she was proved right. My feet were so much more ticklish. She tied me on my stomach and I started losing the energy to squirm. All I could do was laugh and enjoy being at the mercy of a skilled, beautiful tickler.
After a little more than two hours (an hour less than I think she wanted to go), I had to tap out. As aftercare for us both, she let me give her a foot massage. She is not into feet or foot worship herself, but she has very pretty feet with long toes. Then I got dressed and we hugged goodbye.
We have been chatting quite a bit since then, and plan to see one another again later this month, possibly with another ticklish woman joining us. She is not on TMF, but she said she might consider setting up a profile.
We chatted over food and soda, then talked more in the parking lot, where I started a quick tickle fight. It was somewhat hampered by our winter coats, but there was definitely some chemistry.
Later that day, I went to her house. She led me down to the basement and took out her trunk of toys. I stripped down to my boxers and she tied me to a door frame. I was standing up, facing away from her, so I had to kind of peer around my shoulder to see her coming.
I learned immediately that this woman knows how to tickle. She teased and tested all of my spots, from my neck, to under my arms, to my sides, legs, and even my butt (which I did not know was ticklish). I started squirming uncontrollably. At several points, she wasn’t even moving her fingers, I was just wiggling so much that I was basically tickling myself.
After maybe 20-30min, she untied me and re-tied me to a bed with my arms spread to the side and my legs tied to the bottom corners. She has every kind of tickle tool you can imagine: a feather, combs, a pipe cleaner, various brushes … and she tried them all, almost ceremoniously bringing out one after another as I repeatedly squirmed and asked, “what the fuck is that?”
Her best tool, however, is her fingers. She sat on my legs and tickled my feet mercilessly, squeezed my sides, dug into my hips, and wiggled those fingers in every other spot she could think of. She was probably pulling her punches a bit, since it was the first time we met, but I was able to provoke her. I was tied loosely enough that I could move a bit, so when her feet or sides got within reach, I tickled her. She is very, very ticklish even though she does not ‘lee, and every time I snuck in a quick tickle, she responded 10-fold by torturing me until I (almost) regretted it.
After maybe 90min of nonstop tickling, I was pretty worked up. She thought I might be more sensitive after orgasm. She left the room for a few minutes and it did not take me long to take care of business. When she returned, she was proved right. My feet were so much more ticklish. She tied me on my stomach and I started losing the energy to squirm. All I could do was laugh and enjoy being at the mercy of a skilled, beautiful tickler.
After a little more than two hours (an hour less than I think she wanted to go), I had to tap out. As aftercare for us both, she let me give her a foot massage. She is not into feet or foot worship herself, but she has very pretty feet with long toes. Then I got dressed and we hugged goodbye.
We have been chatting quite a bit since then, and plan to see one another again later this month, possibly with another ticklish woman joining us. She is not on TMF, but she said she might consider setting up a profile.
