I once dated this woman (Liz) who would do anything for me. Anything. She so wanted to be in a relationship and get married...anything. I could have quit my job and moved in with her without a problem. I am not the type to take advantage of someone like that...but...her devotion allowed me to open up to her about my devotion to tickling, especially stockinged feet.
This opened up a new door. She would wear nylons all the time, and she would not only allow but provoke me into tickling her. Problem was, she was maybe only a 5-6 on a ticklish scale of 10 (she tried to act like she was a 10), and her feet were kind of small and not all that attractive. She did, however, have other great talents, most of them with her mouth.
And...one of those talents was telling stories. With a little provocation she would tell me stories while we were ____ing involving her two sisters, her sisters friends, her friends...whatever happened to seem right at the moment. It was great.
And, she used to always tell me how ticklish her friend Debi was. Debi was divorced, professional, attractive, just a little above petite. I never really warmed up to her because she was always so serious. I did want to take a shot at those size 9's of hers, had two close calls, but never did. HOWEVER...
I got this idea once (if you have a willing partner, I urge you to try this). I asked Liz to call Debi, and get Debi to "talk tickling". I told Liz to make up a story about she was mad at me because I tickled her too much, and ask Debi if that had ever happened to her...and see what happened. I'd listen on the other line.
Liz actually liked the idea, and said she would...but about two weeks went by and we didn't talk about it again; I was going to bring it up when...
I went to Liz's on a Friday night to spend the weekend. When I go there she was in a red dress she knew I loved, tan nylons, and nothing else. She came up to me and whispered "we're going to call Debi tonight". She knew Debi was home alone that night.
Liz had a blanket and pillows spread out on the floor, and a new phone with a great speaker option. We got cozy and after a while Liz whispers "you can't make a sound!"
Liz calls Debi, makes small talk (including telling her that she was using the speaker phone in her office), and then tells Debi how mad she is at me. She tell Debi I am down in the basement watching TV and she may not speak to me the rest of the night because when I got to her house (this actually happened onec), Liz was asleep on the couch when I got there. I woke her up by sitting on her legs and stroking her feet. The problem was, she must have been extra sensitive because of the timing or the position or whatever...but it really tickled and "HE WOULDN"T STOP! The more I laughed, the more he tickled. He kept going until I choked and peed myself a little bit..."
"I am so mad at him...did anything like that ever happen to you? Should I be this mad?"
At this point, I am very excited, and Liz pays special attention to that...and then Debi says "With my feet? Are you kidding?"
Liz looks me in the eye with this devilish grin, realizing that this is going to work...then Debi starts...(slightly enhanced for your reading pleasure 😉 )
"Wow...a few Christmas' ago, we were all at my parents. I forget why, but there was a reason for us all to take the kids somewhere after church, but I went back to the house, as did my sister and her husband. My ex and parents took the kids.
I didn't get along great with my sister, so I went into the spare bedroom to watch TV. I laid down face down across the bed and kicked off my shoes. I was wondering if I had any clothes there so I could get out of my nylons and skirt when I felt something clamp down on my ankles. My feet were hanging off the side of the bed, and my brother-in-law sat down next to the bed, his back to me, and locked each of my ankles under his arm. He was strong and I could not pull my feet out...couldn't move them at all.
Then my witch of a sister goes "Hey Debs, I was telling my husband that even though I am super-ticklish, you're even more ticklish than me. He doesn't believe me so I have to show him."
With that, my sister starts tickling my feet with her fingernails, and I am laughing so hard I can't talk, beg, or breath. And SHE wouldn't stop. I think she took turns, going from one foot...pausing (to tease me that she had stopped), and then tickling more.
They finally stopped when I was able to get enough air to let out a big scream...and then...I discovered I had peed my pantyhose. So...I know what you went through."
And that was Deb's story. Liz had paid full attention to me while Deb told it...so, it was a very good experience, and the only time I ever got to do that.
This opened up a new door. She would wear nylons all the time, and she would not only allow but provoke me into tickling her. Problem was, she was maybe only a 5-6 on a ticklish scale of 10 (she tried to act like she was a 10), and her feet were kind of small and not all that attractive. She did, however, have other great talents, most of them with her mouth.
And...one of those talents was telling stories. With a little provocation she would tell me stories while we were ____ing involving her two sisters, her sisters friends, her friends...whatever happened to seem right at the moment. It was great.
And, she used to always tell me how ticklish her friend Debi was. Debi was divorced, professional, attractive, just a little above petite. I never really warmed up to her because she was always so serious. I did want to take a shot at those size 9's of hers, had two close calls, but never did. HOWEVER...
I got this idea once (if you have a willing partner, I urge you to try this). I asked Liz to call Debi, and get Debi to "talk tickling". I told Liz to make up a story about she was mad at me because I tickled her too much, and ask Debi if that had ever happened to her...and see what happened. I'd listen on the other line.
Liz actually liked the idea, and said she would...but about two weeks went by and we didn't talk about it again; I was going to bring it up when...
I went to Liz's on a Friday night to spend the weekend. When I go there she was in a red dress she knew I loved, tan nylons, and nothing else. She came up to me and whispered "we're going to call Debi tonight". She knew Debi was home alone that night.
Liz had a blanket and pillows spread out on the floor, and a new phone with a great speaker option. We got cozy and after a while Liz whispers "you can't make a sound!"
Liz calls Debi, makes small talk (including telling her that she was using the speaker phone in her office), and then tells Debi how mad she is at me. She tell Debi I am down in the basement watching TV and she may not speak to me the rest of the night because when I got to her house (this actually happened onec), Liz was asleep on the couch when I got there. I woke her up by sitting on her legs and stroking her feet. The problem was, she must have been extra sensitive because of the timing or the position or whatever...but it really tickled and "HE WOULDN"T STOP! The more I laughed, the more he tickled. He kept going until I choked and peed myself a little bit..."
"I am so mad at him...did anything like that ever happen to you? Should I be this mad?"
At this point, I am very excited, and Liz pays special attention to that...and then Debi says "With my feet? Are you kidding?"
Liz looks me in the eye with this devilish grin, realizing that this is going to work...then Debi starts...(slightly enhanced for your reading pleasure 😉 )
"Wow...a few Christmas' ago, we were all at my parents. I forget why, but there was a reason for us all to take the kids somewhere after church, but I went back to the house, as did my sister and her husband. My ex and parents took the kids.
I didn't get along great with my sister, so I went into the spare bedroom to watch TV. I laid down face down across the bed and kicked off my shoes. I was wondering if I had any clothes there so I could get out of my nylons and skirt when I felt something clamp down on my ankles. My feet were hanging off the side of the bed, and my brother-in-law sat down next to the bed, his back to me, and locked each of my ankles under his arm. He was strong and I could not pull my feet out...couldn't move them at all.
Then my witch of a sister goes "Hey Debs, I was telling my husband that even though I am super-ticklish, you're even more ticklish than me. He doesn't believe me so I have to show him."
With that, my sister starts tickling my feet with her fingernails, and I am laughing so hard I can't talk, beg, or breath. And SHE wouldn't stop. I think she took turns, going from one foot...pausing (to tease me that she had stopped), and then tickling more.
They finally stopped when I was able to get enough air to let out a big scream...and then...I discovered I had peed my pantyhose. So...I know what you went through."
And that was Deb's story. Liz had paid full attention to me while Deb told it...so, it was a very good experience, and the only time I ever got to do that.
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