XAsMoXDeUsX
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This story involves my eldest cousin, Jane (for a description of her, see my previous post). Let me just say that Jane is much older than I am; however, she is also inordinately naive. This, naturally, has allowed for me to trick her into many a ticklish situation 
Anyway, one day I hatched a particularly nefarious scheme to get Jane's feet at my mercy. I called her up and asked if she wanted to come over (remember, she lives right next door to me). She said sure.
We spent a half hour just shooting the breeze in my room. And then I played my trump card.
"Hey," I said, "are you feeling relaxed?"
"Relaxed?" Jane replied. "What do you mean?"
"Well, there's this relaxation technique I learned about a while ago. It's supposed to work wonders."
"Really..."
"Yeah. And, you know, I've always wondered whether or not it works. Would you mind if I tried it on you, just to see?"
She shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Okay," I said. "Stay right here."
I went to the kitchen and took a piece of ice from the fridge. I placed it on a little plate and returned to my room. Then, I went into my closet and rummaged until I found the appropriate items: a scarf and a belt. After that, I calmly strode over to my desk and retrieved a paintbrush and a feather. I set all of these items on the edge of my bed.
. Jane gave me a quizzical stare.
"Okay," I said, "let's begin. First, I need you to put your legs up here..."
I patted the area of the bed next to where I was sitting.
Jane complied. "Let me just take off my shoes," she said, kicking off her slippers to reveal her large (and very ticklish) size 9s.
"Now, you need to cover your eyes with this," I said, holding up the scarf. Jane was so naive and innocent, she didnt even think to question what I was telling her, even if she did find it a little strange. Thus she let me blindfold her with the scarf.
"Right," I said. "Now, I need to restrict your movements. So I'm going to have to tie your legs with the belt, okay?"
"Okay," jane said, "but not too tight."
Once the belt was secure, I looked over my handiwork. Jane was secure. And completely helpless...
"Right. Are you ready to begin?" I asked.
Jane nodded.
I decided to start with the paintbrush. I took it and began slowly tracing over her soles.
"Hehehehehehe," Jane said. "What are you hehehehehe doing hehehehe?"
"Just roll with it," I said.
After a while, she stopped giggling. However, I found that she would scrunch and wiggle her toes if I tickled between them with the paintbrush.
"You need to stay still," I scolded.
"Sorry. I'm trying to. It just tickles!"
I kept tickling her toes with the paintbrush. It was fun watching them squirm and dance. After a while, though, I got bored. I switched to the feather.
With the first waft of the feather against her captive soles, Jane began laughing, this time a little harder than she had with the paintbrush.
"hahahahaha, why are you hahahahaha doing this hahahahaha?"
"Shhh. Keep still," I said, still ticking.
"Okay hahahahahahahahaha. But it tickles hahahahahaha!"
"Deal with it."
After about fifteen minutes of that, I stopped. I gave Jane ten seconds to catch her breath. Then, without warning, I grabbed the ice and held it against her soles. This caused her to SHRRRRIIIIEEEK and jump ten feet in the air.
"OH MY GOOOOOD! THAT'S SO COOOLD! GET IF OFF MEE!!!"
I tried to hold her still and press the ice against her feet even longer, but she wiggled so much that the ice cube fell to the floor. However, I knew that the chilly ice had made her feet at least ten times more ticklish than they already were, so I gripped the belt that held Jane's ankles together and began furiously scribbling my fingers against her soles. She screamed.
"NOOOOO!!! OH MY GOOD!!! PLEASE STOP!!! I GIVE UP! I GIVE AHAHAHAHAP!!!!!!"
I dug in beneath her toes.
"OHMYGODIGIVEUPIGIVEUPIGIVEUPSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!!!"
She pulled the blindfold off and managed to scurry away.
"Did it work?" I asked, grinning wickedly.
"I hate you," she muttered, wiping the tears from her eyes.
More to come later.
Anyway, one day I hatched a particularly nefarious scheme to get Jane's feet at my mercy. I called her up and asked if she wanted to come over (remember, she lives right next door to me). She said sure.
We spent a half hour just shooting the breeze in my room. And then I played my trump card.
"Hey," I said, "are you feeling relaxed?"
"Relaxed?" Jane replied. "What do you mean?"
"Well, there's this relaxation technique I learned about a while ago. It's supposed to work wonders."
"Really..."
"Yeah. And, you know, I've always wondered whether or not it works. Would you mind if I tried it on you, just to see?"
She shrugged. "I don't see why not."
"Okay," I said. "Stay right here."
I went to the kitchen and took a piece of ice from the fridge. I placed it on a little plate and returned to my room. Then, I went into my closet and rummaged until I found the appropriate items: a scarf and a belt. After that, I calmly strode over to my desk and retrieved a paintbrush and a feather. I set all of these items on the edge of my bed.
. Jane gave me a quizzical stare.
"Okay," I said, "let's begin. First, I need you to put your legs up here..."
I patted the area of the bed next to where I was sitting.
Jane complied. "Let me just take off my shoes," she said, kicking off her slippers to reveal her large (and very ticklish) size 9s.
"Now, you need to cover your eyes with this," I said, holding up the scarf. Jane was so naive and innocent, she didnt even think to question what I was telling her, even if she did find it a little strange. Thus she let me blindfold her with the scarf.
"Right," I said. "Now, I need to restrict your movements. So I'm going to have to tie your legs with the belt, okay?"
"Okay," jane said, "but not too tight."
Once the belt was secure, I looked over my handiwork. Jane was secure. And completely helpless...
"Right. Are you ready to begin?" I asked.
Jane nodded.
I decided to start with the paintbrush. I took it and began slowly tracing over her soles.
"Hehehehehehe," Jane said. "What are you hehehehehe doing hehehehe?"
"Just roll with it," I said.
After a while, she stopped giggling. However, I found that she would scrunch and wiggle her toes if I tickled between them with the paintbrush.
"You need to stay still," I scolded.
"Sorry. I'm trying to. It just tickles!"
I kept tickling her toes with the paintbrush. It was fun watching them squirm and dance. After a while, though, I got bored. I switched to the feather.
With the first waft of the feather against her captive soles, Jane began laughing, this time a little harder than she had with the paintbrush.
"hahahahaha, why are you hahahahaha doing this hahahahaha?"
"Shhh. Keep still," I said, still ticking.
"Okay hahahahahahahahaha. But it tickles hahahahahaha!"
"Deal with it."
After about fifteen minutes of that, I stopped. I gave Jane ten seconds to catch her breath. Then, without warning, I grabbed the ice and held it against her soles. This caused her to SHRRRRIIIIEEEK and jump ten feet in the air.
"OH MY GOOOOOD! THAT'S SO COOOLD! GET IF OFF MEE!!!"
I tried to hold her still and press the ice against her feet even longer, but she wiggled so much that the ice cube fell to the floor. However, I knew that the chilly ice had made her feet at least ten times more ticklish than they already were, so I gripped the belt that held Jane's ankles together and began furiously scribbling my fingers against her soles. She screamed.
"NOOOOO!!! OH MY GOOD!!! PLEASE STOP!!! I GIVE UP! I GIVE AHAHAHAHAP!!!!!!"
I dug in beneath her toes.
"OHMYGODIGIVEUPIGIVEUPIGIVEUPSTAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!!!"
She pulled the blindfold off and managed to scurry away.
"Did it work?" I asked, grinning wickedly.
"I hate you," she muttered, wiping the tears from her eyes.
More to come later.
