Brag about it! Your last time!

[milagros317]

My last time was Sunday, December 4th. Goddess Shelly tied me down to my four-poster bed and gleefully tickled my underarms, ribs, and feet for about two hours,with breaks. It was wonderful!

 

[gilmourwaters]

Happens pretty much all the time here...full session on the weekends. My wife very quickly jumped into my fetishes and its been amazing!

 

[ticklishdanny]

Mmm, it was soooo longg ago. Last time was with HiddenFruit about 2 years ago.

See for yourself

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3a3ica

I am long overdue for a session. Being in college sucks, impossible to host.

Boy... HiddenFruit is really good with rope, it's a shame I wasn't in my undies so she could have tortured me properly. Despite my clothes getting in the way it was a wonderful session.

Someone in SoCal please take a crack at me!

 

[b0xr]

My last session was this past Sunday. I met my 'lee at a motel and she looked fantastic. She was wearing a black skirt, black sheer stockings (which she said made her more ticklish), black pumps, a black and white top and black leather jacket. Her blonde hair looked great and she had a sparkle in her eye. We talked outside for a couple of minutes before entering the room. Once we entered I immediately had her drop to her knees. She complied and put her head down. She was totally submitting to me. I knelt down right behind her and started slowly and softly scratching her calves, working my way down to her feet. I instructed her not to move while I put my fingers into her shoes and started wiggling them around, tickling her nylon clad feet. She laughed and squirmed a bit while I played with her feet. I told her to raise her arms high above her head, then slowly removed her top, all while lightly tickling her sides and armpits. She giggled and squirmed more. I was in Heaven. I then instructed her to get on all fours.While in this position, I started Spanking her bottom. She loved it! I used a crop and leather Spanker on her ass and I didn't hold back. Her ass was beet red almost immediately.I could tell how turned on she was from her moans. She was loving this as much as I was. After several minutes of Spanking her, I helped her up and removed her clothes. She was wearing sheer panties a garter belt and bra. I removed her bra and left her garter, nylons and shoes on. As she stood in front of me I took out a roll of plastic wrap and started winding it around her (we'd done this before). I totally mummified her from her ankles to her neck. I laid her out on the bed face up. Then I started to play with her. The only part I left unwrapped was her tits. I took a few clothes pins and put them on her nipples. She moaned while I was applying them. I blindfolded her. Then I started tickling her. I know where all her most vulnerable spots are and I did not have any mercy on her. I started at the top, her neck. She can take alot of tickling, but this was difficult for her. I kept running my fingers up and down, in and out. She couldn't stop me and she was going nuts. I always loved the results from neck tickling and it's hard to defend against. After I tortured her neck a while I thought it was time to move around. Her torso was so wrapped up that tickling her upper body would have been difficult so I went straight down to her nylon clad feet. I laid on top of her legs and went to town. Now, for someone that can take alot of tickling, and really loves being tickled, she really couldn't take what I was dishing out very long. Those nylons were a difference maker. After some more foot tickling I let her out of her Cacoon. There wasn't much more in the way of bondage. I tied her ankles to the chair in the room for foot tickling but other than that I didn't tie her any more. We had time constraints that day...only 2 hours. For the rest of the session (1/2 hr.) I mostly pinned her and tickled her, or Spanked the Bejeesus out of her...she had welts...and loved it. We already have our next session dated and I can't wait to see this Lady again.

 

[Wade]

No recent activity to report. However, another impending holiday means another family gathering is on the horizon, and I've got a little bit of nervous anticipation about spending long stretches of time with my wife and her sister together, given what they did last time we all convened.

 

[robmic]

No recent activity to report. However, another impending holiday means another family gathering is on the horizon, and I've got a little bit of nervous anticipation about spending long stretches of time with my wife and her sister together, given what they did last time we all convened.

What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when you get tickled! 😛 Of course, I think they are waaaay to easy on you! 😉

 

[Laughingbound]

The last time I was tickled was a while ago sadly. I was still with my ex and I remember asking her to do it. I had told her all of my fetishes but she really HATED them and frequently said she didn't like indulging in them but would do it with me every now and then. Long-story-short, and as I requested, my ankles were tied to the legs of a chair and my arms were taped behind me. She sat on the chair and tickled my feet constantly while watching her shows on Netflix.
If you want anymore detail than that, I can explain more but uhhhh yeah. That was my last time, sadly.

 

[milagros317]

My last time was at a party at Paddles on Saturday, December 17, one week ago.
Goddess Shelly had me tied up on the floor. (See photos below.)
She tickled my ribs and belly without mercy.
Some onlookers remarked about how ticklish I am and urged her to continue.
It was wonderful. 😀

 

[Laughingbound]

That sounds frankly incredible! One day I hope to be able to visit a mistress to tickle me until I'm screaming! Lucky you haha.

 

[Lord Doctor]

Nice pictures, milagros!

The last time I tickled someone, I broke him. Nuff said.

Please tell me it wasn't Rimmer.

 

[qwill]

Wade, is your wife and sister-in-law at all ticklish? Does your wife let you get revenge?

 

[Wade]

Wade, is your wife and sister-in-law at all ticklish? Does your wife let you get revenge?

My wife and her sister are both ticklish -- my wife's probably almost as bad as I am. I've lashed out at both accordingly. And it's fun to tickle my wife; she's consumed almost instantly by a constant bubbly giggle when she's tickled. But I'm not really a tickler by nature, and if you tickle my wife long enough it'll make her genuinely unhappy, so most of the tickling in the household comes in my direction.

 

[robmic]

My wife and her sister are both ticklish -- my wife's probably almost as bad as I am. I've lashed out at both accordingly. And it's fun to tickle my wife; she's consumed almost instantly by a constant bubbly giggle when she's tickled. But I'm not really a tickler by nature, and if you tickle my wife long enough it'll make her genuinely unhappy, so most of the tickling in the household comes in my direction.

...soooo, you're saying you like it then...? 😉

 

[Wade]

...soooo, you're saying you like it then...? 😉

You know I can't stand it. But there's something about not being able to stand it that I'm drawn to. I think my wife, if subjected to enough sustained tickling, would probably start crying eventually; that's never happened to me. I get frantic and desperate, but not miserable. I'M COMPLICATED!

As it happens, my wife and her sister inflicted no tickling on me during this latest holiday visit. Sorry to disappoint. Only thing that happened was that, as we were staying at my in-laws' house, in the wee hours of the morning one night, I was having a dream that two women at my workplace were tickling me and my wife nudged me and woke me up. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"Wha?"

"You were laughing in your sleep."

"Oh. Oh. I was dreaming, someone was tickling me."

"They were?"

"Yeah."

Her fingertips fluttered against my side; I jerked involuntarily. "They were tickling you, huh?"

"Yeah!"

Fingers dancing across my convulsing stomach. "Well no wonder you were laughing."

"A-A-Amanda...!"

Fingers on my stomach, on my sides, on my stomach, on my sides, me writhing in the creaking bed, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Amanda, stop, you'll wake them up...!"

Fingers on my ribs, tickling tickling tickling at my ribs, my back arching sharply--

"I think you'll wake them up," she said, a smile in her voice.

"Amanda...!!"

"I think your dream's coming true, Wade," she said, sitting up in the bed, looming over me, relishing the easy access to my twitchy tickle spots, her hands darting merrily here and there. "I think you can see the future in your dreams."

And despite my efforts to muffle them, a stream of fervent high-pitched giggles started to escape from my lips...

 

[b0xr]

My last time was a trip into Manhattan Saturday night with my ticklee. We stayed in a Hotel near Times Square and had the entire night to play. I had her tied up in many positions but the best was when I tied her to a chair. I wrapped her calves around the arm of the chair with Cling Wrap and belted her knees together. She couldn't move and told me that she was a little scared how helpless and immobile she was. I went to work on her feet with a hairbrush and feathers between her toes and it drover her crazy. We had so much fun. I can't wait until our next encounter.

 

[milagros317]

My last time was yesterday, Sunday, January 22[sup]nd[/sup].
Goddess Shelly tied me to my four-poster bed and tickled me with no breaks and no mercy for about 45 minutes.
Then she ordered dinner to be delivered and tickled me more until the delivery arrived. (About another 20 minutes.) 😀
Then we ate dinner. It was seaweed salad and scallops with Chinese vegetables and brown rice.

 

[TicklishBlackGuy]

I was tied and tickled for like two hours straight. Almost every inch of my body was explored and I learn about my most ticklish places as well. Tapped out when my feet were tickled for more than 3 seconds lol.

 

[Moira1639]

My last time was a trip into Manhattan Saturday night with my ticklee. We stayed in a Hotel near Times Square and had the entire night to play. I had her tied up in many positions but the best was when I tied her to a chair. I wrapped her calves around the arm of the chair with Cling Wrap and belted her knees together. She couldn't move and told me that she was a little scared how helpless and immobile she was. I went to work on her feet with a hairbrush and feathers between her toes and it drover her crazy. We had so much fun. I can't wait until our next encounter.View attachment 520630

It was the best time ever!

 

[milagros317]

It was the best time ever!

You have very lovely feet. I am glad that you and b0xr both enjoyed it! 😀

 

[Moira1639]

Thank you milagros... every time we get together it gets more and more intense. For the 1st time I didn't break out of my bondage. Yeah I'm a very strong 'lee Lol... I look forward to our next encounter as well. ��

 

[b0xr]

Thank you milagros... every time we get together it gets more and more intense. For the 1st time I didn't break out of my bondage. Yeah I'm a very strong 'lee Lol... I look forward to our next encounter as well. ��

So do I. And don't forget the brush <weg>

 

[Moira1639]

What brush? I have no brush. Lol &#55357;&#56839;&#55357;&#56860;

 

[EmbraceSerenity]

my boyfriend woke me up by lickling my breasts and tickling my underarms at the same time. I was still pretty out of it and when I realised, I screamed our safe word, when the lickling got to my underarms.

 

[Wade]

I see it's been a couple of months since my wife last decided to tickle me, but I guess yesterday she decided that was quite long enough.

I was pretty beat after a long day at work; I'd come home and sprawled lying on my stomach on the sofa, using the remote to churn idly through TV channels. My wife got home from her job shortly thereafter and made a cheerful joke about my laziness as she passed briskly through the room and went to get changed.

When she returned, having changed into soft sweatpants and a comfy, shapeless shirt, she grinned to see that I hadn't moved.

"Whatcha doin', hon?" she said.

"Nothing."

"Whatcha watching?"

"Nothing."

She smiled and shoved her baggy sleeves up on her forearms. She came over to the couch and proceeded to lie down on top of me. So now we were both lying on our stomachs -- she with her front pressed against my back, me sandwiched between her and the sofa cushions. She smooched me on the back of my head. Her weight pressing down on me was sort of burdensome, but also sort of soothing. Immobilized beneath her, with the full weight of her whole body against mine, I certainly wasn't going anywhere. Which may be what gave her the idea to do the following:

She moved both her hands down from where they'd been resting, high up on my back near her face, so that they were down near my waist, hovering on either side of me. And -- no surprise here, I'm sure -- she started tickling. The fingers of each hand started cycling playfully against my sides, through my shirt. She knows full well this is a particularly weak spot of mine, my sides just above my waist, and the effects were instantaneous: throaty, helpless giggles started burbling forth from my mouth immediately. No warm-up, just sudden and completely immersive laughter, like she'd thrown the "Laughter" switch and the stuff just came pouring forth.

Ever notice how the way the arms bend makes it nearly impossible to defend against this kind of tickle attack from behind?

I wriggled -- barely -- beneath her weight, rocking pointlessly back and forth, but to no avail -- her fingertips kept scampering merrily, mercilessly against my twitching sides. My abdominal area was seized with a desperate need to get away from the maddening, all-encompassing sensations, but there was nowhere to go -- my sides presented two helpless, defenseless targets, and tickling them was just the easiest thing in the world for her to do at that moment. So she did it. And did it, and did it.

I just laughed and laughed -- I couldn't even beg or bargain; the laughter filled my mouth and there was no room for words. I tried to say something -- "Nah -- nah " -- probably the beginning of "No, don't," but it was futile -- giggling was all I was good for at that moment.

My wife is a sweet and tenderhearted person but the spectacle of me in the implacable grip of ticklish paroxysms is hard for her to resist, and despite my attempts to signal my desperation she didn't stop -- those maddening fingertips just never stopped moving, fluttering against my sensitive sides with merciless constancy, sending intolerably giddy sensations surging through my body. One could almost describe the constant, rhythmic motions of her fingers as mechanical, except that of course they were far too human to be mechanical. Too warm, too intimate, too playful, too incapacitating.

The cyclical motion of her fingers dancing away so lightly, so disarmingly, did have one other effect -- the constant motions created an upward pressure on my shirt, which started riding inexorably up on my sides, ultimately exposing the bare flesh of my sides, and that sudden shift in intensity, as her fingers went from playing against my shirt to flickering excruciatingly against my bare skin, was immediate and exponential -- my constant, frantic laughter was goosed into a higher and more frenzied register. I don't think she changed anything about what she was doing with her fingers -- the pressure, the speed, the pattern, everything remained the same, but inflicted on my tender twitching bare skin it took on a feeling of relentlessness, of wickedness, of just a hint of playful sadism. My wife knows me too well not to know what it was doing to me, feeling those scuttling fingers playing unflinchingly against two of my most vulnerable spots, and she clearly enjoyed seeing the hysterical effects it was having on me -- I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and squirmed and thrashed and laughed and her fingers just. Would. Not. Stop.

It wasn't until my laughter began to take on a gibbering edge, to sound like a nonsense language from another planet -- "Guhuhuhuhuhuh" -- that she finally relented, removing her dreaded fingertips from my sides and replaced them up on my upper back.

She sighed, a sigh of pleased satisfaction.

"I assume you're making dinner tonight," she said.

I didn't say anything.

I felt her lift her hands from my back again, and panic jolted through me. I convulsed involuntarily and said "Yes yes yes I'm making dinner!!"

And of course I did.

 

[AiritheDestoyer]

Hehehe... that's cuuute. Thanks for sharing it!