Best Tickling Story Ever?

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I'd like people to post their favourite tickling story ever written.

Mine has to be "The Brothel" which I read a long, long time ago.

The Brothel

Anna stared into the badge held by the female officer, and wondered what had went wrong. It had started out innocent enough, two females had entered the brothel claiming to be into female bondage and had flashed large bills around which got the Madams' attention and prompt response. The ladies had requested as many girls as was available, since the brothel was understaffed, and two of the girls were busy with another client, the Madam rounded up all the ones left. This consisted of Anna, Connie, Mary and the Madam herself.

The female clients said that they were new at this and would the Madam help them out. The Madam said she would be delighted to help. She lead the group into what she called the Dungeon. The ladies looked around and ogled at the various types of bondage equipment. One lady, a blonde pointed at two devices and asked how they worked. The Madam called her ladies over to demonstrate as she explained, "This is called a Pillory, or Stocks. This one can hold up to three victims." "Ohhh..." said the other client, a redhead, "can you please show us what it looks like filled up?" she giggled. The Madam smiled, "Of course, ladies if you please..." She opened up the devices and Anna, Connie and Mary climbed in and seated them selves in. "This Pillory" the Madam explained, "is designed to hold the feet together and the hands to the sides." She then locked the three girls in. The ladies looked at the now helpless girls and the blonde giggling said "I don't see how they can be made more helpless then THAT!."

The Madam smiled again and said "Wanna bet, just watch!" And she then took a wide leather strap bound Anna's (who was in the middle) ankles together and secured it to the stock, and then got a few more straps and going around behind Anna and cinched her legs together above and below the knees, and then strapped her arms to her legs which in her sitting position (the stocks caused her to sit bent forward and her knees bent up) made her unable to move at all. The Madam repeated this to the other two and stepped back. "How's that?" she asked. "Very nice!" said the blonde, rubbing herself, "what can you do to them like that?" "Well I like to torture them like this!" and she went up to Anna, who tried to shy away, and removed her high heels, exposing her size 10 barefeet. Anna started to protest, "Now wait a min....mmmpphh". she side as the Madam place a leather gag over her mouth saying "She talks too much sometimes, would you like the others gagged too?" The ladies nodded eagerly, both rubbing themselves by thitime. When that was done, the Madam went to Anna's feet and quickly ran her long nails up her feet from heel to toes causing an explosive reaction from the bound girl, "MMMMPPPPHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!" Anna rocked the stocks, but they held tight.

"MY she's a ticklish one!" commented the redhead with a sinister grin. "Yes, but it works better when you have them COMPLETELY helpless, WATCH! grinned the Madam. She went to a drawer in the stocks and pulled out some string. "If you tie their toes up, then they cant move and ALL my girls are really ticklish, she giggled "even me." Anna began to wiggle her beautiful large feet away, but there was no where to go. The Madam slapped her feet, "Behave slave-girl, or it will be the Itching Power for you!" Anna's eyes widened and she shook her head no. "Then obey me slave!" she said giving the ticklish feet another slap. Anna hung her head and became docile. "What is Itching Powder for?" asked the blonde. "OH, you put it on their feet, and it itches like CRAZY, I know, I have had it done to me before." the Madam explained.

Anna sat by completely submissive, as the Madam tied her nice thick, toes together and then tied them to an eye-bolt set in the top on the stock just above Anna's feet. "The rope pulls the toes back and makes them helpless, and you can get in between the toes." Madam said. She demonstrated this by taking a soft feather and running it up and down the soft creamy smooth bottoms of Anna's helpless feet. Anna's eyes bulged and she screamed into her gag while shaking back and forth. "AAAAHHHH, AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!"The Madam ran the feather up and down her ticklish targets several times each, causing Anna to go to pieces, then she reversed the feather and used the pointed end to draw circles on the instep and tickle in between the toes. "N-N-NOOO, MMMMPPHHH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHA!!!" screamed Anna. The Madam stepped back and admired her helpless slave-girl's barefeet. "Would you two like to try?" she said with a smile. "Sure, can we do this to the others also?" the redhead asked. &quoh hell yes," the Madam giggled, "they are ticklish too!" And she proceeded to remove the shoes of the other two helpless girls who meekly submitted to the toe-ties.

The Madam called over her shoulder as she moved toward the door, "I must make a run real quick, there are more gags in the drawer, have fun!" and she walked out the door and down the hall. After she moved out the door, the redhead quickly move to watch her as the blonde quickly gagged the other two helpless women, who looked strangely at them, but submitted to the gagging. They waited until they heard a door shut and a car drive off. "She's gone" reported the redhead.

The blonde went over to the three helpless women, smiled evilly and reached into her pocket, pulled out a wallet and shoved it into Anna's face with it open. Anna's eyes widened as she was the badge. "Undercover officer Wilson, dearie," she said to her captive audience. "We are investigation a murder, and we were let her, nice of you to tie yourselves up and give us a nice interrogation set-up." she grinned. The three captive women began to whimper and moan. "Oh be quiet slaves!" she commanded as she ran her sharp nails up and down the ticklish, tied-up pairs of barefeet in front of her. This got an immediate, violent, response. The three women in turn, as their feet were tickled, jumped and thrashed in the stocks, and giggled hysterically, "AAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH, N-NNNNNOOOOO, HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!"

Wilson ran her nails in circles over Anna's left foot, and the feather between her toes on the right. "AAAAGGHH!!! AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"she giggled helplessly as her barefeet were tortured. Meanwhile, the redhead, ran the nails of both hands up and down quickly and side to side on Connie's sensitive feet, and then tickled in between her toes, causing her to thrash about. "nnnn-nnoooo-ooo, heheheheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!" she screamed beneath the gag. Strangely Mary looked terrified, was left alone for the moment. Wilson turned to her partner, "Beck, go secure the rest of the girls and see if our informant was correct and she's here."

Wilson turned to Anna, "Where are the rest of the ladies?" she asked sweetly as jiggled her nails randomly up and down the helpless women's tightly bound feet. Anna said nothing as she giggled hysterically"heheheheheheeheheheheehe---AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HANNNNOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHA HA!!!" Wilson has changed tactics and was scraping Anna's ticklish feet full force. "AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!" Anna screamed. Her torturer stopped and look expectantly. She hesitated. Wilson in quick succession slapped and then heavily tickled Anna's foot bottoms and then her thick super-sensitive toes. Anna screamed hysterically and then shuddered and finally surrendered, becoming submissive to her tormenter.......

"Well....?" Wilson asked. "Down stairs in the Beach Room" Anna mumbled through her gag. "Go take care of them" the officer said to Beck. "Right!" Beck smiled evilly as she left.

"Well," Wilson said as she surveyed her ticklish prisoners, "what shall we talk about?" Anna snorted, and Wilson smiled as she reached for the jar of Itching Powder. Anna's eyes widened, and she began to plead "Please Mistress don't," she managed to get passed the gag before Wilson happily applied large amounts of powder to Anna's and Connie's toes. Both girls were in agony. "AAARRRGGGGG!!! AAAAA NNNN--OOOO AHAHAHAHHAHAH!" Wilson both pairs of ticklish feet at the same time.

After a half hour of ticklish torment both Anna and Connie were exhausted and had told Wilson all they knew. Wilson gave them a rest break, and pondered the information she acquired through ticklish means. Her head popped up as she heard a sound, then she smiled, it was the sound of two voices in hysterical torment. "I will be right back my ticklish slave girls!" she grinned and ran her fingers down Anna and Connie's feet, applied more powder, and pulled feathers half way through their toes. She left them both laughing so hard they had tears running down their cheeks.

Wilson followed the sound of laughter to a room marked 'Beach Room'. By the time she got there the laughter had stopped. She went in, In the room was nothing but sand everywhere, looking like a beach, giving the room its name. In the middle of the room, there was two sets of bare feet sticking out of the sand, the toes of both tightly tied to two sticks placed in between each pair of feet. Muffled giggling came from under two towels placed on top of the victims' faces. Wilson squatted down in front of the barefeet and began tickling them full force. Laughter erupted from under the towels. She tickled both feet with a vengeance for about five minutes, chuckling "Hey partner, where you at, come join the fun!" She finished off the tickle torture with a bit of in between toe tickling, and then pulled off the towels with a jerk.

Wilson started back, Beck was there buried in the sand, barefoot and gagged. It had been her feet she had been tickling!! The women buried and gagged next to her was the one they has followed! Wilson heard a noise behind her, she turned around and saw the Madam there with another woman. She also was the Madam's fist coming at her! Too late! It was the last thing saw......... Wilson woke up and looked groggily around. She was in the Dungeon room. Her jaw hurt. She was cold. She looked down and saw the reason for the chill, she was naked and had been put in the very same stocks her ticklish prisoners had been in. She was gagged and she felt that her toes had been tied tight. She looked to her right, and saw Beck stocked, gagged and toe-tied like her. Beck looked worst for wear, she was sweating, had tear streaks down her face, and had a terrified, submissive look in her eye. She looked at Wilson, blushed and hung her head. Wilson felt something sharp on her feet and jumped and squealed! "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!Something was tickling her barefeet! It was Anna, grinning devilishly and raking her nails up and down and in between Wilson's toes! "AAAAAA N-NNOOOOO, AAHHAHAHAHAHA!!"Anna stopped long enough for the Madam to say a few words. "Ah, good your awake," she smiled from her position next to a narrow table a few feet away. "We have been having a WONDERFUL time entertaining the bottoms of your friends feet!" At this she lightly ran a fingertip down the bottom of the pair of barefeet held tightly in the stocks in front of her. The toes were tied tightly and couldn't move, but the rest of the woman shuddered and screamed through the gag. "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!:"My, my your friends are just sooooo TICKLISH today! Yes, we have tickle tortured, um I mean talked to the bottoms of their feet by hand, and found out that my 'trusted', sweet little Mary, is one of YOU!!!" With this she tickled Mary's barefeet full force, causing the petite little girl to go crazy and thrash about. "AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHANNNOOOOOOAHAHAHAH"

Wilson saw that Mary was sitting on a narrow table with her legs out in front of her locked firmly in stocks, toes tied tight. And her hands in wrist cuffs attached to a vertical bar in front of her, the bar was about one foot long and went into the table between her legs. With her barefeet in the stocks, Mary's vagina was pulled snug against the bar making her completely helpless. Wilson could see too, she had been tickled past the point of endurance, and had a look of submissiveness about her, she was very docile towards the Madam. "You will be a good little tickle slave from now on wont you?" the Madam smiled at her submissive, ticklish slave. "Yes Mistress" Mary mumbled docilely. "Oh yes," she smiled sweetly at Wilson, "I made a few calls, and found out that you two aren't cops after all, your from a brothel across town sent to find out my secrets and destroy my business!""Well my dear, I had a little talk with your Madam when she foolishly came looking for you three. Her plump little toes wiggle nicely en tickled just like Mary's here." Another round of intense foot-tickling made Mary nearly faint."One last thing, to you all," grinned the Madam as she headed toward the door, "seeing as your former Madam is currently up to her neck in sand, and my ladies are extracting the most wonderful sounds from that gagged mouth of hers by seeing which of her barefeet is the most ticklish....well lets just say you should get used to wearing a collar and wearing feathers between your toes!"

The Madam laughed as she headed out the door, she had a hot date with her newest tickle slaves wonderfully terrible ticklish barefeet, on the beach! Yes, it will be a nice day after all...............

 

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I wrote a series called Anne's Hospital Stay. I was pretty proud of it, until I came upon this while surfing the web. I like this story better than mine. (What a pisser!) In fact, I'd have to say it's one of my favorites.

I don't know the author to get his permission. I've posted then entire story here in two parts.
In the words of the author, "The story you are about to read is true, I have changed the names and all the facts. Enjoy!"
"Changed all the facts" and then posted it as a true story??? LMAO!

The Hospital - Part One
by: The Tickler



My Grandmother was in the hospital for a broken hip. I went in to visit her and I noticed her roommate; an attractive woman in her mid to late thirties. She was laying in bed with her beautiful right foot uncovered and propped up on a pillow. Mary was her name. She'd had some sort of mild stroke. I'm no medical person so I can't give any explanation better than that.

Mary had lost the ability to move her right arm and right leg, but still had feeling there. Well my grandmother would talk as long as there was some one to talk to, so after sitting there for what seemed like forever, a nurse came in and drew the curtain between the beds started talking. I was sitting at the end of my grandmother's bed, and could still see the nurse. My grandmother just kept talking, at this point I had no idea what she was saying. The nurse asked Mary if she could move her right leg Mary said she could not. The nurse then asked Mary if she had any feeling in her foot. Mary said yes she thought so. The nurse said, "Are you ticklish"?

Mary giggled and said, "Very".

At this point they had my full attention. The nurse took her pen out of her pocket and stroked the bottom of Mary's foot, Mary gave out a yelp; but Mary did not move her leg or foot. The nurse said that's very good. She wrote something down on a clipboard and then with her right hand reached down and touched Mary's heel Mary laughed out loud while the nurse was asking if she could feel her touch. The nurse did it again, touching the base of Mary's toes and asking if she could feel it. Mary was still laughing and trying to breathe. As the nurse continued, I noticed that she was not just touching Mary's foot but lightly stroking wherever she touched. I could tell that the nurse was enjoying tickle torturing this poor woman. Actually I enjoyed it too. Now Mary is begging her to stop. The nurse stopped and said, "If you want to walk with this leg we have to stimulate the nerves." The nurse noticed me looking and just smiled. I smiled back, and nodded approvingly. The nurse left saying to Mary that she would be in after lunch tomorrow. I wonder now if that was for my benefit?

The next day I made sure to come in to see my Grandmother right before lunch so I could talk to her a little with out being distracted, and to make sure I was there when the nurse arrived. When I arrived Grandmother was asleep. So I sat by the bed. Mary was reading she looked up and said "hello" I asked if she would not mind me waiting here she said no and we talked for a little while. After going through the formalities and why she was in the hospital, I said, "I could not help but overhear you laughing last night". She apologized for the noise I said it was nothing to worry about. Then Mary said "That damn nurse she drives me crazy". Mary told me that this nurse was tickling her foot and there's nothing she can do. She complained to a doctor who as Mary said didn't want to be bothered by something so stupid. The doctor said that she is just trying to stimulate the nerves and for Mary to cooperate with the nurses. Mary told me that the others nurses massage and rub her foot. That's when I knew that this nurse just loved tickling Mary's foot and I really enjoyed the tickling she gave Mary.

So I thought it would be fun (at least for me), to try to prolong the tickling. I said to Mary, "You sure do laugh when she tickles you" .

Mary said, "I am very ticklish on my feet in fact if I go bare foot at the beach the sand tickles as I walk. Sometimes I don't mind it if it's just a little".

I said to Mary, "Maybe if you did not react to her tickling, don't laugh she won't do it as long".

Mary agreed but said, "I'm not sure I can do that".

I told her to bite her lip or anything that would distract her from laughing Mary agreed and thanked me. Now I knew that this nurse loved tickling Mary's foot and loved watching poor helpless Mary laugh hysterically. I also knew that after tickling Mary's foot and having seen Mary laughing helplessly, the nurse would try even harder to make Mary laugh. I have to say that Mary was doomed for failure with the bad advise I gave her and with a determined tickle torturing nurse, Mary had no where to turn; she just didn't know it yet.

My Grandmother woke up and we talked for a while, then lunch was served. I was getting impatient waiting for the nurse. After the lunch tray was taken away by an orderly, the nurse arrived. She closed the door behind her, walked over and pulled the curtain as she did before, only this time I sat further away from end of Grandmother's bed so I could still see Mary's face and the nurse. The nurse looked over at me and smiled I think she knew I would be here. I smiled back and nodded. I looked at Mary and she had a grim and determined look on her face. I think she was biting the inside of her cheek. The nurse asked if Mary could move her leg. Mary said no. Then it started, the nurse stroked the outside edge of the bottom of Mary's foot and asked, "Do you feel this". Mary just laid there stone faced and said "Yes". The nurse was obviously surprised. She looked down at me, while I was pretending to be involved with my
Grandmother. Then the nurse went back to work on Mary's foot. She stroked the arch from the middle of the foot to the bottom of the ball of her foot, and said with a slight grin, "Do you feel this". Mary took a deep breath and with a stone face said, "Yes". I think that Mary was trying to hold her breath to keep from laughing. Then Mary took another deep breath and the nurse lightly stroked along the top of the ball of her foot back and forth at the base of Mary's toes and said, "Do you feel this". Mary let out another deep breath and said, "Yes", still stone faced.

Although I could see Mary's eyes were getting watery. This went on for a little with the nurse stroking a spot on Mary's foot and asking if she could feel it and Mary breathing deep and saying yes. The nurse was getting frustrated and she tried tickle her but Mary was doing a very good job of holding in her laughter. So, not wanting the nurse to give up, I made sure that she saw me giving Mary a thumbs up signal as if Mary had beaten the nurse at her own game. Well this seemed to inspire the nurse to keep trying. I had hoped it would. I could tell Mary was upset that the nurse saw me give the thumbs up to her, but her problems were just starting.

The nurse looked at me and smiled and then took all four fingers on her right hand and just rested the fingertips at the bottom of her heel then slowly she lightly dragged all four fingers up the bottom of Mary's foot while wiggling all four fingers. I watched Mary as she took two deep breaths and bit her lip. When the nurse got to the beginning of the arch of her foot Mary started laughing. The nurse continued up Mary's foot, poor Mary was just laughing and begging her to stop. The nurse got to the top of Mary's foot and with a smile said, "Do you feel this." Mary, laughing and crying said, "Yes". The nurse then said, "Did you hold back on me"? Mary just looked down, the nurse said "How can I tell if you're improving when you try to hold back, now we'll have to start all over". This was better than I could have hoped for. Then the nurse repeated the whole routine that she had done the night before and Mary knew better than to hold back from laughing. I just sat and watched as this nurse tickled Mary almost non-stop for the next three or four minutes. Poor Mary would glance over at me and the nurse would tickle her even more. Not even stopping while asking if she felt it. When the nurse was finished poor Mary was exhausted. The nurse said, "I'll see you tomorrow at the same time". I wasn't sure if she was talking to Mary or me, then she just smiled at me and again I smiled back.

A few moments later I looked at Mary; she looked worn-out. I said, "You almost got away with it, it was a good try", being careful not to show my enjoyment of her predicament. Then I asked with my most innocent look, "What happened you did so well in the beginning".

Mary said, "Yeah I was doing OK until she hit that one darn spot".

When she said that I wanted to explode. I was getting up and starting to leave. I had said good-bye to my Grandmother. I sat back down quickly and asked again very innocently, "What do you mean", and Mary started to tell me how she was able to stand the tickling of her foot by biting her check and holding her breath until the nurse got to that spot. I had to know what part of her foot she was talking about without appearing too obvious. Again I said, "What do
you mean". Mary began to tell me that she was most ticklish at the top of her heel at the beginning of the arch of her foot. In trying to get as much information as I could I pretended to sympathize with her. I said, "I don't think I could have held back from laughing if someone was touching the base of my toes; that's unbearable."

Mary replied, "If she would have done it one second longer I would have started crying; that was almost worse than the arch of my foot".

I said, "I don't know about you but I'm sure that she does it just to make you laugh". Mary agreed. As I got up I said goodnight, I had to walk past Mary's bed I said, "Here hope this feels better", and put the palm of my right hand into the arch of her foot and rubbed while flexing her toes with my left hand.

Mary started to protest then gave a quiet moan. I then rubbed Mary's foot and said, "I'm just kidding, hope you're not mad" while rubbing her foot.

Mary said, "That feels so good you can rub my foot anytime".

Needless to say there was no way in hell that I was not going to be there tomorrow at the same time. Again I arrived before lunch. When I walked into the room Mary's foot was propped up on a pillow as before. On the serving table at the end of Mary's bed was a leafy green plant. Mary was sound asleep. My grandmother was glad to see me again. She even said that the woman next to her laughs a lot. I looked at the serving table and it's on wheels and the plant is the right height for the leaves to hit Mary's foot. So with my foot I push the table so the plant leaves just touch Mary's foot. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mary's eyes open with a startled look; she sees the plant. I continue to talk to Grandmother pretending not to notice Mary, and she closes her eyes, I slowly move the table with my foot. I again see Mary eyes open wide. Then she tries to slide up in bed to pull her foot from the leaves of the plant. She slides just a little if at all, and closes her eyes. I move the table again. This time Mary gave a giggle and said, "I'm sorry to bother you; could you move this plant to the window". Well now that Mary was awake I asked, "What are you going to do when the nurse she comes in"?

Mary said "I don't know what do you think"?

I said, "If it were me I would not laugh just to spite her, I would have to show her that I still had control".

Well obviously I was just trying to bait Mary into a repeat of yesterday. Mary bit hook line and sinker. She said, "I think I do need to show her I'm in control". Of course I agreed.

continued...

 

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The Hospital - Part Two (the conclusion)
by: The Tickler

By the time the nurse came into the room I had Mary so pumped up she was ready to fight. The nurse came in and, as before, she drew the curtain. I sat in the same spot and could see everything. The nurse smiled at me, and I smiled back. She then asked Mary, "How are you
feeling"?

Mary, looking ready to kill, said, "Fine".

The nurse then took her index finger and ran it down the outside edge of the bottom of her foot, while asking, "Do you feel this"? Without flinching, deep breathing, or cheek biting, Mary just said, "Yes".

The nurse was very surprised, and wrote something down on her clipboard. She then took her index and middle fingers and started tickling just under the ball of her foot. I noticed Mary's expression change and her eyes widen for a split second then back to being expressionless.

The nurse asked, "Did you feel that"?

Mary, as plainly as could be, said, "Yes I do".

I think the nurse also noticed Mary's brief change of expression, because she did the same thing again, tickling the bottom of the ball of her foot with her two fingers.

Mary started to clench the sheet with her left hand and was looking a little more tense. The nurse smiled just for a second and said, "Do you feel this", as she's tickling.

Mary, starting to show some tension in her face, says, "Yes".

The nurse could tell that she was getting to Mary and just continued She took her index finger and went to the base of her toes, running her finger back and forth across the top of the ball of her foot, only this time she kept doing it back and forth .Then without stopping she asked, "Mary do you feel this?"

Mary struggles with a deep breath and manages to get the word yes out. The nurse stops and makes a note on her clip board. When the nurse stops to write, Mary lets out a deep breath and I see how tired Mary is. I was sure Mary would not last much longer. The nurse went back to the base of her toes with her index finger and went back and forth. Mary was determined, she managed not to laugh. Without stopping or asking if she could feel this, the nurse started
tracing lines with her index finger on the bottoms of Mary's toes. Again, Mary's expression changed - her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but she did not say anything. It took Mary a second to recompose herself. She closed her mouth biting her lips and her face as really showing the strain. The nurse again asked, "Do you feel this ?"

Mary replied "yes" and let out a deep breath.

The nurse stroked the middle of the arch of Mary's foot going down along the instep. The nurse just missed hitting the spot that Mary had spoke of. I was sure Mary was going to burst. She gasped a deep breath, her eyes wide and teary. She was biting her lip and clenching the sheet. I could clearly see the strain on Mary's face. I could not believe that she was putting herself through this. However I was loving it and so was the nurse; she could not hold back smiling as she asked, "Do you feel this?" The nurse, I'm sure noticed that she was getting to Mary by stroking down along her in-step. So she did again, this time starting at the side of Mary's big toe. I could see Mary perk up until the nurse ran her index finger down the side Mary's big toe and down the side of her instep, high on the side of her foot on the outside edge of the arch. Then leaving her hand there and just moving her index finger back and forth quickly in a flicking motion. Mary gave out a whimper. She began biting her lip and breathing heavily out her nose. While flicking her index finger the nurse said, "Do you feel this", and smiled. For a second Mary didn't say anything; she was still biting her lip. Then Mary let a deep breath and said a high pitched "Yes".

The nurse stopped for a second and made some notes. I could see Mary was sweating bullets She was breathing heavily, but was holding up. So I thought it was time to turn up the heat. The nurse started to run her index finger up and down the outside edge of Mary's foot. Mary, still biting her lip and clenching the sheet was able to handle this pretty well and again I gave her the thumbs-up and nodded my head to Mary. I would have loved to have been able to tell the nurse about the spot on Mary's foot. Again, the nurse saw me give the thumbs-up sign to Mary.

The smile left the nurse's face. She stopped and made some notes. The nurse started to massage Mary's foot. I could see Mary start to relax. Mary even moaned. Mary was dropping her guard. Then just like yesterday, she took all four fingers of her right and put them on the bottom of Mary's foot, only this time she puts her palm at Mary's toes and let all four fingers relax and are touching Mary's foot at about the middle of the arch. Then the nurse starts to draw all four fingers up and down, as she does this she looks at me and smiles. Mary is holding on, her head is rocking and she gives a kind of strained groan. The nurse still has not hit the spot. Her fingers are going from the middle of the arch and the sides of her foot to the top. Mary is going nuts!! Finally the nurse gets called away by a doctor. The nurse leans over to Mary and says, "I'll return later to finish." Mary is so relieved. I watched her just go limp as the nurse was leaving. Before the nurse got out the door I said, "Mary you sure showed her that you were in control". I could tell the nurse heard me. She stopped at the door and was looking at her clipboard. So while she was listening in I said "It's a good thing she didn't get that spot like yesterday. You'd have gone wild." With that the nurse looked up from her clipboard, smiled, and walked out.

About a half hour later the nurse came back. The nurse asked if she could speak with me. We stepped out into the hall the nurse said, "I could not help but overhear you mention something about a spot on Mary's foot. "Is there a problem that she didn't tell us about?"

I knew this lady was fishing for information and she already got all I was going to give her. I was glad to know she had overheard me. I said, "No Mary was talking about a spot on her foot where she is unbearably ticklish."

The nurse very coyly said, "Oh where is that"?

I said, "I'm not sure; you'd have to ask Mary." Now I knew she would not ask Mary. I also knew that the nurse was going to find the spot if it killed her, or maybe killed Mary.

The nurse came back in and said to Mary, "I'll see you tomorrow at four."

So the next day I showed up at about three fifteen and talked with my grandmother and Mary. I congratulated her on her victory yesterday. Mary seemed very pleased with herself. At this point it was a battle of wills between the women and I got to watch.

The nurse came in as usual, this time she was carrying a small bag, she drew the curtain. I was sitting in the same spot. The nurse asked Mary how she was feeling. "Fine" was Mary's reply. Mary was ready to do battle. I think the nurse realized this too. She just started to massage Mary's foot The nurse would ask Mary if this felt good. At first Mary didn't answer, then the nurse would do something else. I could see the tension leave Mary's face. The nurse would rub her arch with her thumbs then rub her whole foot with the palm of her hand. Mary let out a small moan. The nurse said, "Does this feel good?"

Mary answered, "Yes, very good".

The nurse took out a warm compress and rubbed Mary's foot. Mary was in heaven. She moaned. While the nurse did this she told Mary how important it was for her to work with her. Mary agreed and moaned. Then the nurse rubbed some warm lotion all over Mary's foot. Mary was so relaxed. The whole time the nurse is saying that she has a job to do and Mary needs to work with her. Mary agreed and looked like she was going to sleep. The nurse than picked up her clipboard, and said, "Now Mary will you work with me?"

Mary looked up and said, "Sure".

I saw what was on the clipboard. It was a drawing of a right foot. The nurse then took her index finger and ran it up and down the outside edge of her foot. Mary let out a laugh, then composed herself. The nurse than did it again and got no reaction from Mary. She asked, "Mary did you feel that?"

Mary said plainly, "Yes".

The nurse made some notes on her clipboard. Then the nurse took her index finger and again and ran it across the ball of her foot at the base of her toes going back and forth. Mary started laughing. The nurse kept doing it and Mary kept laughing. The nurse looked at me and smiled. Mary just wasn't ready to handle this after the massage. The nurse stopped and I saw her write something down and she circled that area of the foot on her clipboard. Then I knew that she was looking for the most ticklish spot on Mary's foot She worked on the top half of Mary's foot first. She traced around the ball of Mary's foot. At first Mary did well, only laughing a little and then stopping herself. I was encouraging her non-verbally. The nurse would stop and make notes, giving Mary time to regroup. The nurse, with her one index finger, was going over every inch of Mary's foot a section at a time and Mary could not hold back any more. She was laughing almost non-stop. She got each toe, all over the top of the arch and sides of her foot. Making notes and putting stars on a certain spot of her drawing. The nurse was ready to go to work on the bottom half of Mary's foot.

Before she started, she showed the drawing of the foot on her clipboard to Mary. Then the nurse said to Mary, "Now I can look at this chart and tell that you are not as sensitive here" and she touches the center of the ball of Mary's foot, "as you are here", and draws a line with her index finger; tracing the bottom of the ball of her foot. Mary laughs and asks the nurse to stop. The nurse said that she would and stopped. Then the nurse looked at Mary and said,
"I'll bet there is one spot on your foot that you just can't stand to be touched".

Mary, trying to lie, said, "No you're wrong it's all the same".

The nurse said, "I don't think so" and continued.

Mary started to get her guard up again. The nurse started at her heel and went out to each side. Mary gave no response. Then Mary felt the nurse's finger start at her heel and slowly go up at an angle toward the side of her foot. Mary was now biting her lip and clenching the sheets. Again Mary feels a finger start at the bottom of her heel and go up this time at less of an angle, almost hitting the spot. Mary gives a little shudder and whimpers. The nurse makes a note. Again Mary feels a finger at the bottom of her heel and she knows she is really going to be tortured. Mary tries to gather all of her strength and stares at the nurse. Mary feels the finger going straight up for the spot she starts to shake. The finger is getting closer. Mary is shaking. The nurse watches as she moves her finger up. Mary is ready to scream. The nurse is looking back at Mary and smiling. Mary feels the finger hit the spot and she starts to laugh. She tries to scream but can't catch her breath from the tickling. The nurse said, "My, look how sensitive you are here", and just lightly tickled the spot. Mary could not stop laughing. Mary was completely out of control. The nurse, laughing as she lightly stroked the spot, said, "Is this the spot" and stopped long enough for Mary to answer. Mary just pleaded and begged the nurse to stop.

The nurse tickled the spot again while asking, "Is this the spot"? Mary was trying to get the word yes out, but was unable to stop laughing.

The nurse stopped tickling and Mary said "Yes that's it please stop".

The nurse said, "There now, see how much we learned today?". Then she picked up her things and left, saying she would be back after lunch tomorrow.

Poor Mary was crying. She said she felt very disappointed in herself. I said, "You probably would have been OK if she did not massage your foot first. Mary said she loved that part. I said good-bye and as I walked past Mary's foot I reached down and rubbed it with my left hand. Mary said, "Oh that does feel good." I then left for the day.

The next day I got there early to get a front row seat. I was loving every minute of this and I was not about to miss any of it. I asked Mary if she thought she would be able to handle the nurse today. Mary said "I don't want to think about it".

I wanted to bait Mary into another battle of wills with the nurse like the previous days so I said, "Yeah besides there's nothing you can do about it at this point, that nurse has got your number".

Mary did not say anything, but I could clearly see Mary's face start to tense up. So I asked Mary if she could move her leg. She said no and with her left hand rubbed her leg. I still was wanting to bait Mary into a battle said, "Did you notice the nurse laughing while she was tickling you?"

Mary said nothing, her face getting just a tad red. I could tell Mary was starting to bite. So then I said "I can't believe that nurse is that mean what do you think?"

Mary said, "That nurse is a bitch".

Then I said, "You know if you could keep from laughing it would ruin her day."

Then Mary said "I wish to hell I could, I would love nothing more than to ruin her day"!

Then I said "I could see the nurse getting frustrated when she could not make you laugh".

Mary said, "Good, I'd like to do more than frustrate her!"

Well now it looks like Mary was ready to do battle again, and yes I had a front row seat!!

When the nurse came in Mary was visibly angry. The nurse walked over to her bed carrying a bag. She drew the curtain as before, and I was sitting waiting for the show. I gave Mary a reassuring nod that the nurse did not see. Mary was ready for battle. She was pissed. The nurse asked Mary how she felt. Mary glared at the nurse and said, "Just great", in a rather nasty tone.

The nurse asked if Mary could move her leg, and Mary said, "No".

The nurse smiled and started to rub Mary's foot. It had no effect. Mary just angrily stared at the nurse. The nurse kept rubbing her foot and Mary just stared. The nurse asked a couple of times how it felt and Mary would not answer. This went on for several minutes, the nurse rubbing and Mary just staring. Then the nurse took out a cold compress and rubbed it on Mary's foot. Mary took a deep gasp and shivered. I could see Mary was uncomfortable, but she kept staring. The nurse kept rubbing the cold compress on her foot. Mary sneezed once. The nurse did this for a few minutes over all of Mary's foot. Then smiling, asked, "Is this too cold for you? I'll stop if it is."

Mary said, "Yes it is a little cold".

The nurse put the cold compress away and you could see some tension leave Mary's face. Then the nurse took out a warm compress and started rubbing it on Mary's foot. As cold as Mary's foot must have been, that warm compress must have felt great. Mary has lost all the tension in her face, has leaned back, and is letting out light moans.

The nurse says, "How does that feel?"

Mary, not even bringing her head forward, moans, "Wonderful"

The nurse just keeps rubbing and Mary occasionally moans. Then the nurse rubs warm lotion all over Mary's foot. At one point Mary gave a small giggle while the nurse did this. I thought Mary won't last long like this. The nurse was called to the door by another nurse I think. I took the opportunity to lean over to Mary and say, "Get ready, you know what's next".

Mary's face got very tense. The nurse returned and smiling at Mary, she started running her finger across the top of Mary's foot and asked, "Can you feel this?". Mary just stared at the nurse.

The nurse gave an odd look. I'm sure she thought she had Mary right where she wanted her. Mary just stared. The nurse then started going back and forth with her index finger at the base of Mary's toes. Mary just stared. The nurse said, "Do you feel this?"

Mary, in a nasty tone, said, "Yes".

The nurse then took her index and middle fingers of her right hand and started tickling Mary at the top of the arch of her foot. Mary seemed to withstand this very well. She looked angry and I believe she was biting the inside of her cheek, but holding up very well. This went on for a few minutes. The nurse never stopped smiling, and Mary just kept staring. Mary looked unbeatable. Then the nurse said, "Oh, I almost forgot I have your chart right here."

The nurse reached into her bag and pulled out the drawing of a foot with the notes made on it from yesterday. Mary broke her stare; she knew there was no hope of getting through this without laughing uncontrollably. The nurse pretended to carefully study the notes and said, "lets give this a try".

The nurse took her index finger and started making little strokes at the top center of the arch. Mary tried to keep a straight face. The nurse, smiling and humming to herself, slowly starts moving her finger straight down her foot while making little strokes. Mary knew that the nurse was heading for the spot; she was in agony. The nurse loved every minute; she stopped at just above the spot. Mary is gasping, quivering, shaking her head. The nurse continued to lightly
scratch just above the spot, still smiling and humming. Then Mary could feel the finger start to move down and it hit the spot. Mary squealed and laughed and had a fit. The nurse said, "Can you feel this?" Mary could not speak.

Then the nurse stopped and Mary, still trying to catch her breath, said, "Yes". Then I could not believe what happened next.

This nurse was out to get Mary. The nurse reached into her bag and pulled out some small square metal object. She strapped it to the back of her right hand. It was a vibrating massager. She plugged it in. Mary was enjoying her rest when she heard a buzzing sound. The nurse took four fingers of her buzzing right hand and rested the vibrating fingertips at the base of Mary's toes. It must have been unbearable. Mary was gasping, spitting, and laughing; shaking her head, clenching the sheet with her left hand. The nurse, smiling, dragged all four fingertips down Mary's foot. Mary was out of her mind; she couldn't speak and she was struggling to breathe. The nurse hit the spot on Mary's foot. Mary gasped, jerked her upper body, twisting and trying to get away. Mary was stuck there. The nurse stopped. I think she was afraid of Mary passing out. A doctor stopped in to check on Mary. While Mary was catching her breath, the nurse said, I'm having difficulty with this patient."

Mary was just about to say something when the nurse wrapped both hands around the top of Mary's foot and started bending her foot back and forth while letting her vibrating little finger of her right hand go back and forth on the spot at the bottom of the arch. Mary went nuts all over again.

The doctor looked at the nurse, appearing just to be flexing Mary's foot. The nurse stopped and Mary tried to compose herself. The doctor said to Mary very sternly, "You need to calm down and relax. If you keep this up, I'll have to give you a sedative."

Mary just looked down. When the doctor left the room the nurse started tickling Mary's foot all over. Mary could not stand the vibrating fingers anywhere on her foot. Mary, not wanting to a get a needle, took her own pillow and covered her face. That was a license to kill for the nurse. The nurse loved to hear Mary scream into her pillow. The nurse would tickle her on her most ticklish spot just to hear Mary whimper through her pillow. Then, moving to another spot on Mary's foot. The nurse never stopped to ask if she could feel it. She just tickle tortured Mary nonstop, pausing every so often just long enough for Mary to catch her breath, then going right back to tickling. I watched as Mary, lying on the bed helpless with a pillow over her face her body quivering, shaking, grunting out muffled noises. The nurse was laughing out loud at Mary while stroking the bottom of Mary's foot. This went on for a long time. The nurse, knowing she had her chance, was not going to quit.

Once the nurse stopped and waited after a few seconds Mary caught her breath, and pulled the pillow from her face. The nurse looked at Mary and took her index and middle finger and started lightly scratching her most ticklish spot. The vibrating fingers caught Mary by surprise; she gasped and laughed. The nurse said, "Remember what the doctor said."

Mary grabbed the pillow and buried her face in it, making noises and her upper body bucking. Then Mary kicked her leg; the nurse stopped. Mary kept her face in the pillow. The nurse started again and Mary kicked her leg again. This time Mary realized that she moved her leg and looked up from the pillow. The nurse touched Mary's foot and Mary kicked her leg again. Mary was thrilled; she could move her leg about eight inches off the bed.

The nurse, quickly taking credit said, "See we can get you started with a walker tomorrow". Mary was so happy she thanked the nurse. The nurse said, "If you would not have tried to fight laughing in the beginning I would not have tried so hard to make you laugh; but you challenged me".

Mary glared at me. I just shrugged my shoulders. They moved Mary to another room. I didn't get to see any more.

The End

 

[2qt4u]

Very cute story

 

[Neutron]

The BEST..

Is the Tickling On The Road Series about the Arcadia Twins

 

[Iluv2Btickled]

OMG!! I was just thinking about this story ( The Hospital) and I couldnt remember it, and I was wondering where I read it cuz I wanted to read it again!! Thanks so much for posting it! 😛

 

[olddude1]

i read a story , i think called roommates ticklish agony, about a girl with sleep paralysis. It was illustrated i think by Soletic. Cant find it though

 

[ScorpionKing]

I love The Brothel. One of my all time favorite stories.

 

[Sablesword]

I can name some tickle drawings as my favorites, but I have a hard time naming my favorite tickle story that isn't by me. One of my motivations for writing is that I didn't like the existing offerings as much as I wanted to.