Fav tickle scenarios, tickler AND ticklee

[medikation65]

I know what you mean, the very IDEA! I've been tied with no shirt on and my arms over my head and had a girl who had long fingernails go to town on me. I'll tell ya, it WAS as good as I'd hoped and better. And yes; she was just plain CRUEL about it! I was so scared at first also, but it was great. I say try it!

 

[isanelytklsh]

Just don't know if I could handle it. I become paralized with ticklishness when I'm NOT tied down, during a tickle fight! Having no way to escape would bring about my likely demise!!
:wooha: :redface:

 

[Tickler Bart]

Tickler - I'd break into a lovely lady's home, slowwly sneak into her bedroom while she is in a deep, deep sleep in the middle of the night. I'd slowly & ever so gently crawl to her bed. I'd gently pull the covers back to reveal her bare soft soles.
After slowwly stroking her soles, I'd lick & suck on her feet.
When she finally wakes up, she'd be tied down to her bed spread-eagle.
She would be totally nude.
I would tickle her all over.....

 

[Pyrotickler]

fave scenarios

lee- surrounded by three extrmely sexy girl, with all of us naked, and they all have a ton of different kinds of feathers. They gently stroke up and down my feet, and then trace around my boobs, swirling closer and closer to my nipples with each circle. Then when they hit my nipples, they flick it really fast and then repeat.

ler- Have a girl tied up naked and first scratch her soles lightly, playing with her toes. Then after a while, I'd attack her armpits, making her wrigle, and have loud giggles pouring out of her mouth. Then I'd tickle-rib her boobs for about another hour, and let her go. She'd tie me up in the same way, and do what ever naughty, tickle-sex related thing came to her head.

 

[NMKamikaze1]

Scenario 1: A sexy and very ticklish gymnast, in one of those leotard thingies, doing a handstand while I tickle her bare feet.

Scenario 2: A sexy businesswoman who works for me, wearing one of those mini-skirt business outfits, is sitting with her bare feet on her desk. I come in to remind her of a meeting, but the sight of her flawless feet completely brainwashes me. I tell her how much I like her feet. Instead of thinking her boss is a sick pervert, she is flattered and lets me tickle and play with her feet until I've had enough.

Scenario 3: Two gorgeous exotic dancers, one wearing a black thong bikini and the other wearing a red one, are in my bed, having a playful foot tickling battle. Then, at my request, they both assume the "Pose" and let me tickle their feet for as long as I want.

 

[footnotes1]

Favorite Ticklee Fantasy:
I would be in a dungeon type of room, surrounded by racks and other contraptions. The contraption I would be sitting in, however, would be a pair of padded stocks. My ankles would be trapped in them and my arms restrained way above my head. My tickler would be a gorgeous Latin American woman, possibly mid-thirties, voluptuous, black high heels, with black hair who would talk to me half in English (with a sexy accent) and half in Spanish, basically teasing me and telling me how much my feet were going to get it. She'd be very flirtatious and would keep taunting me as she slowly untied my shoelaces and took off my shoes and socks. Being a very meticulous person she'd tie all of my toes back with little straps and then before even touching my feet she'd have me writhing by just wiggling her long nails right in front of them, then touching the soles without actually tickling them, just barely petting them with her fingers. Then she'd stop, blindfold me, and abruptly leave the room, telling me to think long and hard about what was going to happen to the soles of my feet. A couple hours later she'd return and proceed to tickle-torture the hell out of my feet with her long nails (especially the spot underneath the toes), scrubbing brushes, her tongue, etc. Of course she wouldn't forget my upper body either...

Guess that's kind of elaborate, lol.

Favorite ler fantasy: Getting revenge on the woman in my ticklee fantasy 🙂 Or perhaps I would have tickled her first, and she was getting me back.

 

[ftmench]

This would be my favorite. A beautiful female spy is being interrogated after being caught by the enemy on a secret military base in their country. She is in a large soundproof room and her ankles are locked in padded stocks and her shoes and socks are still on her feet. Her arms are bound over her head and her blouse has been removed leaving her naked from the waist up except for her bra. The interrogator for the enemy walks in the room amd demands that she tell him what he wants to know. Of course she refuses to tell him what he wants to know so he walks down to the end of the stocks and slowly unties both of her shoes. The beautiful spys eyes get real big and she says to the interrogator are you going to tickle my feet to try to get me to talk. You catch on quick the interrogator tells her as he slowly slips both her shoes off her feet and lets them fall to the floor with a loud thud. Ready to talk yet the interrogator asks her and the beautiful spy replies, Hell no she says but it sure feels good to have my shoes off while she tries not to show that she knows whats coming next and that she can't stand to have her feet tickled. The interrogator then slowly removes both of her socks one at a time revealing two of the softest creamy white soles he has ever seen. Are you ready to tell me what I want to know or do we have to do this the hard way for you and the fun way for me he asks her. Well I am not going to tell you anything but before you start I might as well tell you I love having my feet tickled she says trying to bluff her way into making him believe her feet are not ticklish when indeed they are the most ticklish part of her body. Very well says the interrogator I might as well see if you are telling the truth or not. He runs a single finger up each of her soles and watches in delight as each one of them twitches and she lets out with a yip and bites down on her upper lip.Then he starts to tickle both her feet at the same time. He begins slowly and the beautiful spys toes curl inward and her soles start to wrinkle up. Last chance to talk he tells her before the tickling really gets into high gear he says to her. Go ahead she tells him no matter how long you tickle my feet I won't talk she tells him. Very well the interrogator tells her and he starts to rapidly tickle both her defenseless bare feet for a solid hour while she howls in ticklish laughter the entire time. At the end of the hour the interrogator finally stops tickling her feet and she is bathed in sweat, her hair is matted to her forehead and she is gulping in lungfuls of much needed air. She is given a few minutes to compose herself before she is asked if she is ready to talk. Not yet you bastard she says and the interrogator begins to tickle both her feet at once and continues nonstop for another forty-five minues before the beautiful spy finally cracks and tells the interrogator everything he wants to know and more things on top of that. Well, I am glad you finally spilled your guts the interrogator tells her but I could have gone on tickling your feet all night long if that was what it would have taken he tells her. I was just about ready to lose my mind she tells him just before she passes out from the intense foot tickling session she has been put through. When she wakes up a couple hours later she is fully clothed and just outside the gate of the secret base. Her feet still tingle from the ordeal she has been through and she wastes no time getting as far away from the base as quickly as she can do so.

I've done that with my ex. It was great!

 

[mirthgoblin]

Hmmm, interesting idea for a thread. As a fantasy writer, I’ll try and give a little magical spice to this thread.

Tickler Scenario:

As a powerful druid, it was easy for me to completely bind this poor girl in crawling vines. She should have known better than to enter these forbidden forests anyway. I must admit, she is quite fetching, with her crimson hair and emerald eyes. Her pale skin is dotted with freckles and her homespun dress utterly fails to hide her delightful curves.

Despite her pleas for release, she has been bound, with her arms wreathed in vines and pulled above her head, and a long, thick vine wrapped around her legs from hips to ankles. With a charming smile, I approach her feet, and slowly, agonizingly remove her leather boots and stockings, revealing a pair of beautiful feet. Soft, delicate soles, tiny plumb toes, silky smooth arches. With a wave of my hand, two tendrils snake out and wrap around her big toes, pulling them back, stretching her feet taut.

I begin to run my fingers over them, again and again. She is soon giggling like mad, begging for me to stop. It takes me quite awhile to tear myself away from those adorable soles. Then, I gather a small bucket of soapy water and a firm brush. I scrub her feet down, making sure to pay extra close attention to her toes and arches. Her laughter has become quite hysterical, but hasn’t lost it’s musical quality.

After her soles are completely clean and wickedly sensitive, I summon up several wriggling vines, which stroke and wiggle on her soles, keeping her madly giggling.

I then move to her pinned body and with a sharp knife, cut away the cloth around her chest. Soon, her bare breasts fall free, large, but not massive, with perky nipples and a dusting of freckles. With long claws, I begin to tickle up and around her breasts. She begins to laugh wildly, but her shrieks are interspersed with moans of delight. I lightly tease her nipples, and her laughter becomes deep and husky. I pause my treatment, but let the vines on her soles continue their work.

I whisper a question into her ear. Around her giggles, she offers me a reply. Without another word, I snake one hand down between her legs, and begin to play with her. With my other hand, I continue to mercilessly tickle her breasts. Between the strokings on her soles, the tickling on her breasts, and the rubbing of her moist pussy, she explodes with a thundering climax. Recalling the vines, I hold her in my strong arms. She sighs, and nuzzles against me. Carefully, I carry her back to my home.

Ticklee:

I awaken, and find myself feeling warm and snug. I’m a bit groggy, but I slowly realize that I’m in a cave. My entire body has been bound with thick, white webbing, stickling to my body. Only my bare feet, my penis, and my head are free. As I watch, a beautiful, but strange woman walks into the cave. Her skin is pale, almost luminous white, with long, beautiful white hair and lovely red eyes. I notice she has four legs, and four arms. Each of her four hands is tipped with six fingers, all with red, pointed claws. Her body is completely naked, and I can see my helpless position is arousing her.

Before I can react, she embraces me and kisses me, promising she won’t hurt me. She then tells me I’m in for the ride of my life.

She uses her webbing to stick back each of my toes, making my feet completely helpless. She then begins to run her red claws up and down my ticklish soles. I scream with laughter.

Her nails place across my arches, find that truly sensitive place where the ball of my foot meets the arches, and sneaks down in between my toes. I am laughing much to hard to see, but I can feel my erection rising in response to her touch. Still tickling my feet with two of her hands, she reaches up and begins to tickle my shaft with one set of claws, and my ticklish balls with the other.

Soon, the tickling becomes too much to endure, and I cum hard. She simply smiles, and without stopping her tickling fingers, she begins to lick the cum off my super sensitive privates. She ends by sucking my cock while tickling my bare feet with all four hands. Her long tongue is wickedly tickly, and its not long before I cum, again and again, until I’m completely exhausted.

She smiles, and cradles my wrapped form in her arms, deeply kissing me as I fall asleep.

 

[ticklefan22]

Tickler - Definitely an interrogation type senario. Trying to get her to reveal some secret and she is very reluctant to do so. She would be naked, and I would be focusing my tickling on her breasts, tummy, and pussy using my fingers and feathers.

Ticklee - Tied up at the mercy of my girlfriend and one or two other girls. I would be tied up and they would be trying to get me to tell them something or just teasing me. I would be naked and they would tickle me all over, but eventually discover my stomach and my balls are my most ticklish spots.

 

[heroforhalos]

My most realistic dream scenario is more kinesthetic than anything else...


I'm driving home with my partner and, as usual, I ask him what he plans to do with me tonight (being the hornball that I am). This time he replies.
"I'm going to tickle the hell out of you." He says this casually, making my breath catch in my throat and my eyes go wide, but won't tell me anything else.

When the time comes around, I'm already squirming with arousal and anticipation, having literally been able to think of nothing else except for what is about to happen for the past six or so hours.

He uses simple restraints to immobilize all four limbs while keeping me exposed (face-down to start), which is something he's becoming slowly more comfortable with, as well as less and less vanilla.

It begins simply and nicely enough with a massage to both relax and excite me. He works his way from my neck all the way down to my feet, which he lingers at for a moment before he goes back up my body, tickling softly, almost caressing, a slow build to sensations that are soon to become unbearable. He ignores my feet for now, and they tingle with want. He pauses at my knees, my inner thighs, the small of my back, the back of my neck and my ears, and then he's sitting on me, making me even more helpless and he breathes into my ear and whispers teasingly
"Ready...? Tickle, tickle, tickle...."
and begins to tickle my underarms more savagely, lightly but quickly running his nails up and down the smooth hollows. I try to buck and twist, but I can't move, and am left giggling and moaning helplessly as I get more and more turned on.

After he's had enough, he moves on, roughly turning me over (the restraints aren't very tight-- after all, we both know I don't really WANT to go anywhere.) And chuckling as he probes my sides with his fingertips and I writhe and giggle and giggle and he tickles my armpits again, and briefly runs his fingers lightly down my chest, over my nipples, which at once become almost painfully hard. He plays with them for awhile, teasing and sucking, and as he flicks his tongue fast and light against one, then the other, his hands continue and tickle my stomach and my hips, where he lingers because he likes the reaction he gets from me.

Then he's tickling my inner thighs again and I'm mostly moaning at this point. He continues to torment my thighs and my hips alternately and teases my genitals with his mouth and tongue before pulling back, staring up at my eyes, smirking, and beginning to give me the best head of my life. He tickles me all the while, as far as he can reach, from my underarms down to my knees. I keep trying to bring up my neglected feet, hoping he will tickle them next, knowing if he did it might make me cum right away, and hard.

But he ignores this and brings me to the edge again and again, every time backing off just enough that I am denied release, increasing the tickling each time-- and now it's growing frantic. I'm beginning to fall apart, but he doesn't relent. He keeps tormenting me for an inordinate length of time, until I've been begging for hours, a slave to his whim.

Before taking pity on me, he forces his cock into my mouth and I work harder than ever. I'm driven so crazy with need that I'm almost sobbing and then he resumes the soft, caressing tickles from earlier, up and down my now uber-sensitive body, and I want to cry out in frustration. I'm starting to think he's never going to let me cum.

I'm so possessed by this thought that I don't notice him undoing my leg restraints, and suddenly I feel my knees bend, and him sucking and licking as if his life depended on it, all ten fingers dancing up and down my feet, lingering on the soles and in between my toes and I'm cumming harder than I ever have before, I can feel the ticklish energy inside me and I'm moaning and laughing at the same time. I cum again and again and each time I think it's over, another wave of ecstasy hits me and I'm losing it all over. He keeps tickling me, my feet for the first five or so, and the next four he's wiggling his fingers in my armpits again. As I finally come down, he's kissing and softly licking me and he pulls back and smiles. "You okay...?" He asks.
"Yeah..." I answer weakly. "Wow--" I begin to say, when he says "good!" and begins tickling me ferociously, my body now a million times more sensitive from all the orgasms.

"We've only just begun..."

Wow, that was a lot longer than I thought.
Basically, that, more tickling, some sex thrown in there with more tickling, soft tickling and a massage again and then cuddles and sleepytiemz. I guess.
Ehehehehe. ^^;

 

[stroker]

a beautiful mature woman is walking in a secluded wood on a hot summer day she is completly alone.. looking around and listening for any sign of other people she strips naked feeling an erotic thrill as she does so .. for an hour she wanders through the wood feeling a sense of freedom she has never felt before .. she returns to the spot where she left her clothes .. and they are gone .. A stab of fear shoots through her and she suddenly senses that someone is watching her .. A man steps from behind a tree he is holding her clothes and says.. I am not going to hurt you my dear just offer you a choice ..you can either walk home naked or.. in return for your clothes you sumit to my kinky little game which is that for one hour while you are helplessly bound to a tree I subject you to the delicious torture of mercilessly tickling your pretty little feet ..minutes later the woods echo to the shrieks of her hysterical laughter as her delightfully ticklish feet are slowly and lovingly tormented by his fiendish expert fingers.