Describe a favorite fantasy

[sole seeker1]

I have several fantasies. My favorite one is to tickle a woman who is in traction in a hospital bed (the inspiration for the Anne's Hospital Stay).

Another one involves having a married couple in the backseat of my car. The lady is wearing pants or slacks, tan colored nylons and heels.

We're on a long highway trip, and the car is loaded down. There is so much stuff in the car that the backseat floorboard is piled up on the lady's side. As the trip progresses the woman's husband falls asleep. My wife, who is riding in the front seat on the passenger side, is already dozing.

Twenty minutes later, the lady in the back seat gets tired of sitting with her legs curled up on the seat, and she asks me in a whisper if she can stretch them out by putting her feet (still in her shoes) through the open armrest into the front seat. I say that would be fine, so she does and then crosses her ankles. Now her feet are right at my side.

A few minutes later I look in the rearview mirror and notice that the woman is still wide-awake, looking at the passing scenery and occasionally glancing through the windshield at the traffic ahead of us. When she glances into the rearview mirror our eyes meet.

I slowly remove the shoe on her uppermost foot and run my finger down the sole. Her eyes grow wide and she wiggles her foot. She whispers a single word, "Stop!"

I begin to spider tickle her sole through the nylons. She breathes in sharply and laughs very quietly. In between spasms she says, "Cut it out, my husband would really be pissed off if he knew what you were doing!"

"Why?” I whisper back. "What am I doing?" Still in a whisper, she replies, "You're tickling me!"

In my fantasy the woman never moves her feet away or raises her voice. She just tolerates the situation and laughs quietly, even after I switch to tickling both feet at once.

Sometimes in my fantasy, I play the role of the husband, and my wife is the lady who is tickled. In this version, I am secretly awake and enjoying every minute of this exchange, as I watch the man tickling her feet in the rearview mirror.

 

[Martin2]

One of my biggest fantasies is to be completely immobilised in, say, a leather straight jacket, with my legs tied tight, and infront of me is a girl in stocks, struggling to get out, with her arms tied above her head and her bare feet right by my face as i lay tied to the ground at her foot level. Her toes are also tied back so her feet are stretched out more and exposed.

This is in a dungeon location, we are both being held captive. Another girl comes in and then orders me to lick and suck the girl in the stocks feet. I am forced to do this or I will be severely punished. Basically I start to lick her feet and she howls with laughter and screams, it tickles.

I am made to keep this up indefinetely, the captors tell me that as soon as they begin to not hear the girls pleas and screams of laughter they will know ive stopped and punish me!

Microphones are placed near her with feeds going to the captors so they can do whatever there doing and know im doing my job due to the sounds of ticklish laughter.

Its just us 2 in the room and I lick away for hours, the girl pleads and tries to bargain with me to stop, she is totally desperate at this stage, but I don't stop, I know what will happen to me If I do, the female captors will realise she has stopped laughing and come down and punish me for it.

I imagine this scenario to go on for a long time, a non consentual, intense tickling scenario. I have a strong foot fetish as well and this fantasy links to that, I am bound tightly right by her feet, and tickle them with my tongue. I am forced to tickle, she is forced to endure !

 

[EmCee]

Ok to be honest I found the first fantasy unexciting and the second one to be slightly disturbing..the first one is more realistic...but Martin...honestly..what the?? how the HELL would anything like that EVER happen, what are the odds? I won't take your dungeon away from you, but I just find the rest disturbing

 

[Sadistictickler]

my big fantasy is quite simple: a big, soundproof basement with some girls I know tied up in there, in such a way that they can't move a single muscle. No-one to disturb me 😎 :weird:; so I can tickle them forever 😀 :weird:

 

[sole seeker1]

working wife

I think I mentioned this sequence before in another thread, but since it remains a favorite fantasy I thought I'd post it again.

I actually saw this scenario on an old episode of the television show Candid Camera with Alan Funt and Fanny Farmer. They did a sequence where Fanny stuck her stocking-covered leg through a hole in the hosiery counter of a department store. She was wearing dark-colored sheer stockings. Her leg stuck straight up in the air beside two or three mannequin legs, all modeling various shades of stockings. As ladies came through the area and stroked the mannequins' legs (to test the feel of the hosiery) they eventually stroked Fanny's leg and she would let out a giggle and wiggle her toes. Of course, this freaked out all the ladies... which is the reason this skit was staged for Candid Camera in the first place. Occasionally Fanny just wiggled her toes and called out to passersby. (I guess there weren't all that many women who just needed to feel the hosiery before they chose a selection.)

The best part was the last person "caught" on camera. It was a middle-aged man who completely fell for the gag. He was probably trying to find some hose for his wife, so he was testing the feel of the stockings on the mannequins’ legs. When he got to Fanny's leg, she let out her standard giggle and wiggled her toes. He jumped back in surprise and looked around. It didn't take him five seconds to move back to the counter and stroke Fanny's leg again. When she giggled and wiggled her toes he moved his had up to stroke her heel. At first touch her giggle changed from a lighthearted "gotcha" giggle to a "oh shit!" laugh. He proceeded to spider tickle the bottom of her foot. Now she was laughing and wiggling for real! This went on for thirty seconds or more - long enough that Alan Funt had to approach the man to tell him they were on Candid Camera.

In my fantasy it's my wife modeling the hose. She’s taken a temporary job doing exactly what Fanny was doing in the television show, except that her job is a sales gimmick for a department store. She’s sitting on a bench behind a wall, wearing suntan colored pantyhose. She has both of her sheer stockinged legs from mid-thigh to foot, stuck out into the main part of the store. Her legs are alongside several mannequin legs displaying hosiery. She is supposed to wiggle her feet and legs to draw people over to the hosiery counter. I have come over to check out her new job, and I’m sitting on the bench talking with her. I’m less than thrilled at her new job, and she’s trying to convince me that the girls working outside in the customer area do not let anyone actually touch her legs. The truth is that while we’re talking a number of people come up and stroke her legs, although I am unaware of this. Neither of us can see what goes on with her legs and feet. Because I’m there with her, she tries not to display any facial expression at all.

She does pretty well for the first five minutes of our conversation, until she barks out a laugh at an inappropriate moment. She tries to recover and puts a serious expression on her face immediately. I look at her strangely for a few seconds and then she lets out another bark and a giggle. At that point it becomes obvious to me that her foot is being tickled. She laughs for several seconds and breaks off only long enough to giggle “Oh no... Not that one too!” as her tormenters attack the other foot at the same time.

Sometimes at this point in my fantasy, I begin to tickle her ribs and underarms and she melts into laughter. Other times I decide “what the hell” and begin to kiss her ardently and fondle her breasts. She responds by kissing me back passionately and.... well at this point the fantasy gets pretty X-rated.

 

[vampyr]

Jinkies I am gonna get in trouble for this but, since we are only talking fantasy. I would like to be buried in the sand with just my head and feet sticking out and tickle tortured mercilessly by pirates (or someone dressed as a pirate anyway). He could use his fingers but not a feather. In real life feathers are my weakness, I lost complete control if tickled by a feather for even a few seconds, but finger tickling would be okay.

 

[general zod1]

My fantasy(well one of them anyway) is to escape from the Phantom Zone,capture Wonder Woman,Batgirl and Supergirl and tickle their feet for hours and hours Much more fun than fighting with Superman

 

[FingaDancer]

Hey, All,

My ultimate fantasy would be to tie a sit a woman down in an armless chair, tie her hands behind the back of the chair and her ankles to the rear legs of the chair with her legs straddled around the sides of it. I would then kneel down in front of her and bury my face between her legs and eat her meat while spider-tickling her exposed soles with my fingers simultaneously. Besides driving her insane it would be totally erotic-HOT for me as well.

"H"

 

[ticklishbabe]

Never having been tied up and tickled, that is a fantasy of mine. It is sort of an "intruder" fantasy where I am lying in the bed on my stomach, and a sexy, ruggedly handsome man comes in and gently begins to tickle the backs of my knees. I wake up, and he rolls me over on my back and ties my wrists together and then to the headboard of the bed. He does all this so gently and sensually that I am not afraid at all, even though I have a good idea what he is about to do to me. Then, he ties each of my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. He starts tickling my feet ever so slightly, then increases the pressure and I begin to laugh helplessly. After he has spent a few minutes on my feet, he gently tickles his way up my legs and hips. I begin to become a little afraid, because the worst has not yet happened. I am excruciatingly ticklish around my waist and ribs, and with my arms tied above my head, I am trapped. I cannot fight back as he seems to sense my fear, and he gives me a sexy little grin as he whispers to me "I am going to tickle you, and I will not stop, no matter how much you beg me to." With that, he digs his fingers into my waist and tickles me relentlessly for what seems forever. He moves up and down my ribcage with both hands, quickly, masterfully, and I laugh and cry at the same time. He seems to get a sadistic pleasure out of torturing me this way. When it seems that I cannot take anymore, he slows down just a bit, trailing my sides and under my arms with his fingers so gently. My body is still being racked by muscular spasms, as I have been tickled so intensely. This goes on for quite a while, with him tickling me furiously and then gently, until in the end I cannot take anymore and pass out. When I awake, the intruder has gone, and I have been freed from my restraints. My whole body aches from the delicious torture that his tickling caused me, and I wonder when he will come back. 😉

 

[SmashTV1]

Fantasy

Two older women, stocking feet, both in stocks and hands shackled as well.

Or tickling a teacher

 

[Exile1]

Fantasy....

Well my tickling fantasies have always been both ways, me as the tickler and as the ticklee but lately mostly involving myelf as the ticklee. Being a straight guy who genuinely wants to be a ticklee I'm pretty much a minority around here I believe.

Anyway I've always liked the interrogation tickle-torture scenario.
I've always imagined being tied spread-eagle. Yum yum.

 

[nstklr]

I'm like gr8tklr, finding a willing partner is a fantasy in itself. I would love to have a willing female tied up while I tickled her to an orgasm. Or just had fun finding how much and where she was ticklish. From the erotic to the intense.

And I wouldn't mind being on the receiving end either. But, it has to be with someone who is into tickling like me. Believe me, I've been on the receiving end of a tickling by ones that just wanted to tickle the hell out of me. It's no fun, I can tell you!

 

[sole seeker1]

Re: Fantasy....

Being a straight guy who genuinely wants to be a ticklee I'm pretty much a minority around here I believe.

I would have thought that being a 'lee would be an advantage. Roughly half of the women I have regularly tickled (eight come readily to mind) loved to tickle me, even if they didn't particularly like to be tickled.

Besides, being a minority in your preference as a 'lee means the majority are 'lers. It seems logical to me that it would be easier to find a mate among the majority, than among the minority.

Oh well, not having been in your position, I couldn't really say for sure. Hang in there.

 

[sole seeker1]

I have occasionally fantasized that one of my co-workers gets stuck cleaning out an air-intake. (One of those large ducts that measure about fifteen inches square.

My office is an old refurbished house. I and one or two other people come and go at odd hours. Often there is only one person in the office to answer the telephone. I imagine that one of the ladies has gone up to the attic bedroom where we store old files and crawled partway into the duct to check on a mousetrap or something. She gets stuck and can’t get out.

When I enter the building she hears me come in so she yells for help. I climb the stairs to find her upper half trapped and the lower half in plain view. She's wearing a knee length skirt and tan colored stockings with high heels.

Before I can utter a word she explains that she’s stuck and needs someone to pull her out. Since I haven’t spoken, she doesn’t even know who is there.

I take this opportunity to remove one of her high heels. As I pull off her shoe she asks “Uh... who's there? What’s going on?” When I just pause a minute to admire the unblemished sole of her foot she wiggles her toes now that she’s freed of her shoe and asks, “What are you doing? Are you going to help me or not?” At this point I think to myself, “It’s just not your day, ma’am”, but I don’t speak out loud.

As I begin tickling her foot she erupts in laughter. And she keeps right on laughing as I tickle first one, then the other, and then both stockinged feet at the same time. After fifteen or twenty minutes I decide I’ve had enough I just leave.

I return to the building half an hour later to be sure she's been set free. After all, I can always claim it wasn’t me; I hadn’t gotten back until just that minute.

What the heck... it's just fantasy.

 

[ugthredbootle]

My tickling fantasy goes like this:

The woman sitting at the desk was probably in her late thirties or early forties, still very attractive in perhaps a matronly sort of way, and well rounded but certainly not what you would call plump. She was extremely smartly dressed in a matching blue jacket and knee-length skirt and a rather prim high-necked white blouse fastened at the neck with a brooch. Her still shapely legs were shod in black seamed pantyhose and she wore black leather court shoes. Her hair, although long, was tied up into a bun and she gave the impression of an efficient, no-nonsense secretary, which in fact she was. She was working very late and was the only person left in the office of the law firm where she worked. The desk at which she sat had a brass nameplate sitting on it bearing the name Hilary Smith in black letters. Whilst she sat at the desk with the Hilary Smith name plate she was in fact Judith Morgan and was using her colleagues desk that day whilst a new computer was awaiting installation at her own desk on the other side of the building.

The three men who entered the office via a rear window weren’t to know that, of course. They silently walked through the darkened corridors until they reached her room and entered quietly. One of the men had visited the office on a false pretence earlier in the day and had spotted Hilary at work at her desk and had noted her office. Hilary was whom they wanted because she had the combination to the office safe and the incriminating files their boss needed destroyed. “Hello Hilary, working late again?” said one of the men. Judith looked up startled, “who are you?” she yelled. “Just somebody who wants some information”, he said, “All you have to do is open the safe and everyone’s happy”. “But I don’t know the combination” she said. “But we think you do” he said”.

At once, all three men grabbed her and laid her face down on the desk. One produced a large roll of duct tape and started to wrap it around the table and the struggling woman until she was almost totally mummified, except for her calves and feet which protruded over the desk. “But I’m not Hilary” she yelled, “only she knows the combination”. “Of course you aren’t” he said in a sneering tone. Gently, as if to give her one last chance to talk, he slipped off her shoes to expose her stockinged feet. The soles of her feet were very silky with a thin black line running up the sole. “Last chance, Hilary” then he started to tickle the soles of her feet with his fingers.

She squirmed in agony as he continued to torture her, her screams echoing around the deserted office block - nobody would hear her, nobody would come. She thrashed around trying to break the bonds of the tape but it held her fast, all she could do was wriggle her poor tortured feet and scream with uncontrolled laughter. After the first hour they stopped for a while and discussed what they were going to do, it was clear she wasn’t going to give up the information easily. They decided to give it another hour and then decide after that. For the next hour Judith’s feet were tickle-tortured mercilessly with all three taking turns as they got tired. After two hours they stopped and the leader spoke to the others.

“Look, she’s obviously not going to break for ages. Let’s take her back to our basement and carry on there. It’s Friday evening now so we’ve still got until Sunday night to get her to talk”. Judith listened in horror, they were obviously going to tickle her stockinged feet for another two days in order to get information which she didn’t posses. They must have been expecting trouble because when they walked her into the basement she could see a set of old fashioned stocks at the end of a large table. The dropped her ankles into the stocks and locked them shut then secured her body once again with the duct tape. She screamed out once gain as her stockinged feet wriggled to avoid the tickling fingers. By Sunday afternoon her captor’s were beginning to admire her resistance – a day and half of continuous foot tickling and still no information. A cell phone rang and one of them picked it up – a few brief words and he snapped it shut. “That was the boss, no hurry lads, the trial date has been changed, he says we’ve got until next Friday to get the combination” They all grinned and looked back towards Judith’s twitching, nylon covered feet…

 

[sole seeker1]

Good one, Mr. Bootle! 😎

You ought to take up writing fictional stories. You certainly have the knack!

 

[ugthredbootle]

Thank you Mister Seeker, you are too kind, I shall try and conjure up some others for you

 

[bmet]

Fantasy Tickle

A Virtual Reality Fantasy-I wish to go back to Grade School age
and Catch and tickle the feet of a Catholic School girl.Please
note that Their uniform includes long knee socks which would be
wonderful to peel off slowly!!! The second choice would be a
High School Cheerleader-tickled in uniform of course.I enclosed
a picture to give you an example!

 

[nstklr]

Re: Fantasy Tickle

bmet, Funny you should mention the grade school fantasy. I've had similar. Was in a Catholic school till grade 8. There's a few I wouldn't mind going back and digging my fingers into their soles, for various reasons.

Also, after looking at the cheerleader, I could see that one bringing a smile to my face too! <evil grin>

A Virtual Reality Fantasy-I wish to go back to Grade School age
and Catch and tickle the feet of a Catholic School girl.Please
note that Their uniform includes long knee socks which would be
wonderful to peel off slowly!!! The second choice would be a
High School Cheerleader-tickled in uniform of course.I enclosed
a picture to give you an example!

 

[bmet]

Tickle Fight Fantasy

Here's another One!

To be witness to a locker room tickle fight between Anna
Kournikova & Martina Hingis,-with each getting an equal
opportunity to dominate the battle at various stages!
Then...I would join in!

I enclose a photo of one of the combatants for you to ponder!

 

[sole seeker1]

I feel the urge to write a story, but I'm having trouble finding inspiration. While I'm working on it, how about someone else contributing to this thread?

There have been some really exciting fantasies posted here. I hope one of you guys comes up with another detailed idea. Some of these posts are positively er... tittilating. 😱

 

[Garamonde1]

I'd love to tie up a busty, leggy very attractive teacher clad in a blouse that's almost compltely open with a skimpy bra showing off her very tempting cleavage and a full skirt that's up around her waist showing her nude ff stockings and lacy white garterbelt. i let her keep her heels on because I prefer UB tickling, I just tickle where her body is most exposed, her belly button area and of course she bucks and jiggles so much her bra pops then her boobs are out and ready for tickling, then i'd just go at her all over her legs and knees and thighs to tickle her and get her hot at the same time making her squeal in frustration and pleasure...

 

[crydun]

I can't post it here but I hope it happens soonnnn! I'm getting antsy!

 

[Michael514]

My ultimate fantasy is to be the last patient of my cardiologist and convince her to let me give her a foot rub after everyone else has left the office. I would then lead her to the radiology room where there is a long table. I would then wrap her up in a bed sheet and lay her on the table. Next I would wrap duct tape around her and the table. I go to the end of the table and remove her shoes and start TICKLING her stockinged feet for as long as I want. I would then snip off one of her nylons and suck, kiss, and tickle her toes while she laughs. This fantasy took place after a visit I had with her a few years back. I impressed her with my results of some tests so I eventually tickled her feet,( if you are interested in that story you can find it on date 9-16-05 titled" All in one weekend, sort of"). Anyways last year she said that if I got my blood pressure, weight, and cholesterol back down she would rub my feet or if I wanted to I could rub and tickle hers again!! I'm part way there with this fantasy! All I have to do is have a good test result and I'm sure I can swing this fantasy. If not it will sure be worth trying for! Thanx

 

[He-Man22]

My fantasy(well one of them anyway) is to escape from the Phantom Zone,capture Wonder Woman,Batgirl and Supergirl and tickle their feet for hours and hours Much more fun than fighting with Superman

Batgirl? Guess you'd have to grab the one from Batman:The Animated Series, since that version of Barbara Gordon still has use of her legs (I don't think Barbara as "Oracle" from the comic books would be bothered by feet tickling, since she wouldn't feel it.. lol)


Anyway, my fantasy would be to have someone who's dressed like Catwoman (and who can pull of acting like her, as well...)--either the Animated Series or Batman Returns version-- tie me down and torture me with tickling, everwhere she can get her claws on.

and when I first saw the old Wonder Woman series(must've been re-runs, since it was in the 80s and I was a kid then lol) I wanted Linda Carter as Wonder Woman to tie me up with that lasso and tickle me. Hmm, in fact, I still do. lol 😀