Zoe_TheCat
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Well, it's been four months since Halloween, but I do finally want to tell the tale of how I made one of Jersey_tickler's tickling fantasies come true. And it happened on Halloween night! I apologize for not getting this story out sooner, but Jersey is what I like to call a computer hog lol! I have his consent to write about this, but I have a feeling he's gonna wish he hadn't now.
Bear in mind, this is before I was pregnant.
I was at my friend Brenda's house, getting ready for the big night. I was getting into my short red dress with matching heels. My nails were also red, but they were fake. My friend, Brenda is a massage therapist, and quite a big girl. I say big, cause she stands close to 6 ft tall, and is pretty stocky as well. I had her waiting at our place, for when JT got back from his seminar. She was going to kidnap him in his car, then bring him to her place. I used my time wisely and practiced my fake accent, as best as i could.
Brenda's car pulled up as I finished with my lipstick, my lips curled into an evil smile, show time!
Brenda brought JT into the downstairs basement, which was basically a smaller version of the living room upstairs. Nicely furnished with a bedroom, a living area with T.V., fireplace (with the fire going, you’ll see why later lol) But I’ll stop rambling and get on with the story.
She easily carried JT downstairs and set him on the hide-a-bed from the couch that we set up. His wrists had been tied together, as well as his knees. Being a good actor, JT looked quite scared and nervous.
I walked out from the bathroom and looked him over with a smile.
Zoe: So you captured the American spy, good job!
Leaning forward, I gave his cheek a pinch.
Zoe: Alright, spy, here’s how this is going to work. Brenda here, is going to be your stripper this evening. Now before you get all excited about having a lap dance, that is not what is going to happen. She is going to strip you at my bidding, because I do not wish to break a nail as I am going to need them. Do you know why?
JT shook his head no.
Zoe: Because you have information that I need, and I wish for you to spill your guts. If you cooperate, you shall go free. If not, then drastic measures will be taken.
I showed him my feather, and I saw him gulp.
Zoe: Now, be my good boy, and tell me everything.
JT: No way, you can torture me all you want.
Zoe: Good, I was hoping you’d say that. Blindfold him Brenda, then take off his shirt.
Brenda undid JT’s tie and then blindfolded it around his eyes. Then one by one, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free. Lifting up his wifebeater, I set down my feather and attacked his belly for a bit.
JT: HAAHHAAHHHAAHAAHAAA NOOO!
Zoe: Oh yes, tickle, tickle, tickle.
I tickled and tickled his tummy, and then gave his sides a gentle squeeze before tickling them as well.
Zoe: Nice bellybutton, is that ticklish too?
JT: NO, don’t!
But I did it anyway, obviously. I used my middle finger to tickle his hole but I didn’t spend too much time on it though. Next came his armpits, which I lightly tickled with my feather, one at a time. His laughter dropped a tone or two, which Brenda noticed too while holding his arms steady. Then I visciously attacked both armpits with both hands, and he roared with laughter. Tears began to form after a bit, so I stopped. I can’t have my widdle JT crying now, can I?
Zoe: Are you ready to talk?
JT: Never.
Zoe: Good, I’m just getting warmed up. Brenda, remove his shoes.
Brenda: Yes, madam.
Brenda’s face lit up as she untied JT’s hush puppies, then eased off each shoe as they fell to the floor. I smirked as I watched his toes wiggle in his black dress socks.
Zoe: Awwwww, Is someone nervous, because his feetsies are ticklish?
Brenda pressed down on JT’s ankles and managed to steady them.
Brenda: I think he’s embarrassed about his foot odor problem.
Zoe: Really, let me see.
Bending down I briefly sniffed his socked feet, and there was that familiar scent that curdles my loins.
Zoe: Whew, a little sweaty and a little smelly, but compliments of those leather shoes. No matter, as I have a foot fetish to go with my tickle fetish, he he hee!
I raked my red nails up and down his socked soles like an elevator going up and down. After awhile I could see JT’s eyes well up with tears of frustration as he keeps laughing and laughing.
Zoe: I’d say you have ticklish feet, let’s see if they’re more ticklish when naked.
JT: No, not that.
Zoe: Then are you ready to talk?
JT: I’ll never talk.
Zoe: That’s what you think. Now, Brenda, get those black socks off, so we can play with some bare feet.
Brenda: Gladly, cause these smelly things belong in the garbage.
She wasted no time in peeling off his dress socks, as they landed near his shoes. JT has size ten feet, and they could often be mistaken for girl’s feet lol!
Zoe: Ah yes, you Americans have such nice feet, and I love tickling them best.
JT: No, not my feet.
Zoe: Brenda, hold his feet up high.
Brenda did so, cupping his heels with her hands, while I tickled his soles.
JT: PLEEEAAAAHEEEEAAASE AHAHAHAHAA HEEEELP
Zoe: Tell me your mission, American boy.
JT: I CAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAN’T TELLL YOU
I tickled his toes, all five on each foot.
Zoe: Then I can’t be responsible for what I do next. Brenda, hold his feet by the toes.
Brenda held all ten of his toes with both hands, I puckered my lips and kissed his heel. I then grinned as I saw my lipstick had made it’s mark. I ran my tongue up his heel to the arches, and I heard him squeal. Grinning with delight I planted kisses all over the bottoms of each foot, smacking my lips with enthusiasm.
Zoe: Mmmmmm, such fun. Brenda, my dear, hold his right foot steady, while I feast on some piggies.
Brenda cradled JT’s right foot, while his toes wiggled in fear and desperation to avoid what was going to happen to them. I gently tickled his big toe while gnawing on his four other toes. I did that briefly, because I wanted his big toe the most. Wrapping my lips around his big toe, I went downtown like I was giving him a blowjob.
JT: Ooooooh, oh, ooooh.
Zoe: Yum, these are now my little piggy toes, ha ha.
Brenda and I cracked up as we saw JT getting aroused, we knew where we needed to strike next.
Zoe: Oh you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Well, I’ll show you what happens to naughty boys. Brenda, take off the pants, and tie his ankles together.
Brenda unbound his knees, then undid JT’s belt. Then with a zip and whish, the black slacks were sent to join the pile of clothing. I smirked at JT, who had only his wifebeater, and whitey tight underwear left to go. Slipping off my red heels and stood on the hide-a bed so I was looking down at him. Using my stocking foot I started to rub him through the underpants, which brought more moaning with pleasure. After a minute or two, I felt I had given him time for a break and decided to move on.
Zoe: Brenda, use the scissors to shred that undershirt, and then get ze Hershey’s syrup.
Brenda: Are we making a sundae?
Zoe: More like a banana split.
I snickered when I said that and tickled his tool briefly. Brenda cut away his wifebeater and pulled the shredded remains off. Then she returned with Hershey’s and started to squeeze the bottle on his smooth chest. I handed her my feather as I stared hungrily at him, licking my lips.
Zoe: Tickle his feet while I lick him.
For the next few minutes, I cleaned all the chocolate sauce off with my tongue, while listening to JT moan and then giggle as Brenda waved the feather over one foot, while tickling the other with her nails.
Brenda: Ha, you like me tickling your feet, don’t you boy?
JT: NO HAHAHHAAHAHA I HAHAHAHAHATE IT
Brenda: Such a liar, next you’ll be telling me your feet don’t stink.
JT: THEHEHEHEHHEEY DON’T
Brenda held her nose and started to taunt him.
Brenda: Stinky feet, stinky feet, little boy has stinky feet.
Zoe: Alright, enough Brenda, I’ve gotten all the sauce.
Brenda: Good. Say, he looks like he’s going to explode down there, but those tight undies need to go.
I eyed his growing erection. He was looking quite fine
Seizing the scissors, she quickly chopped off JT’s underwear, and pulled them out from his rear. I wasn’t expecting that personally, but I thought it was a nice touch. I gave a little snicker and looked my naked boy toy in the eyes.
Zoe: Uh oh, look’s like you won’t be wearing those again, sweet pea. Now, tell me your mission, and you will be spared further humiliation.
JT: No, fuck you both for ruining my shorts.
Zoe: Fuck us, I don’t think so. Brenda, his clothes, destroy them.
Brenda gathered up his pile of clothing. His shoes, socks, shirt, pants, torn undergarments, and carried them over to the fireplace. I took the blindfold off so he could see what she was about to do. And with that, she threw his clothes in the fireplace. Everything practically melted within seconds, save for his shoes. Oh and the smell of burnt leather is not a pleasant at all.
JT: Oh no, my clothes.
Brenda: Ha, now who’s fucked.
JT pretended to cry, as I walked over and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Zoe: Isn’t that nice.
JT: Y y yes.
Zoe: Good, now don’t fret about your clothes, we’ve got something special for you to wear. Brenda, he is rather sweaty, why don’t you draw him a bath while I finish him off.
JT: Finish me off?
Zoe: Yes dahling, now that you are completely nakey, I will really have fun with you.
I got on top of him, then squeezed his thighs with my legs. I softly tickled his armpits while my stocking toes worked wonders on his growing tool. JT was bickering while laughing his head off, making it very hard to understand him.
Zoe: Tell Mommy everything you know, and you shall have an excellent release.
JT: Fuck, okay, you win.
Blah blah blah, he gave me some speal about his fictional reason and I simply nodded. Then I bent my head down to his neck and started to bite him while continuing my tickle torture on his feet and pits. Then he came, and you know the rest. By this time, he was almost out of it, my poor tired boy. Brenda came out once the tub was filled and we gave him a bath. Okay, we did throw in some extra tickles while soaping him down. Boy, I was so glad I slipped out of my dress beforehand, as his thrashing resulted in splashing. Now this next part may seem very mean and cruel, but it goes back to something that JT was going to do three years ago with a friend on Halloween. So this year, was kind of a second chance. We toweled him off and got him into the bedroom, by that time he was completely passed out from exhaustion. Not only had JT worked his ass off that day, but he had been tickle tortured mercilessly. We hadn’t exactly planned on him passing out either, so he was in for a real surprise when he woke up. I brought out my makeup bag, a bottle of purple nail polish and a pair of nude stockings. Brenda carried in a dark haired wig and a blue flowery dress. It took us about a half hour to get him all dressed up, but it was worth it if you saw how hilarious he looked in drag. To finish it off, Brenda placed her favorite pair of open toed heels on his feet, as they were about his size as opposed to my feet. Oh, and he was wearing my purple laced panties as well lol!
I left to go back to our apartment, taking JT’s car. As planned by me and Brenda while she gave him time to snooze. I made sure he had his wallet and keys so that he could get home alright. I got back and took a long hot shower, and climbed into bed naked. I didn’t see him come around and didn’t see his reaction to being dressed up in his Halloween costume. But Brenda filled me in later and told me that JT screamed when he realized what he was wearing, and she made him stop inside the Quickie Mart so he could get her a pack of cigarettes. She also told me that JT walking around in heels was too funny, which I don’t doubt as he didn’t have the proper training that we had in our teens. Needless to say, he got back as it got dark, and I was growing tired of waiting. He came into our room and turned the light on. Being coy, I decided to tease him a bit.
Zoe: How many times do I have to tell you, ask before you borrow my clothes.
JT: Very funny, honey
Zoe: Well, take them off, you look so ridiculous.
He did that rather quickly, and then ran into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
Zoe: I like your panties, they match nicely with your little tootsie wootsies.
JT: Happy Halloween baby, because now it’s your turn.
JT jumped my bones and tied me spread eagled, which is his favorite position. Then he tickled me for quite a long time, and got his revenge. Let’s just say it involved feathers, and a lot of ice cubes. And he made me beg him for an orgasm while teasing my clit.
Oh and I did compensate him for ruining his clothes, which were from Good Will. JT did know that he wasn’t going to be leaving in the clothes he wore arrived in, and it was his idea that we make it as real as possible and give him a challenge. He was so turned on by the whole thing (save for the drag) and I was happy to make him happy.
Bear in mind, this is before I was pregnant.
I was at my friend Brenda's house, getting ready for the big night. I was getting into my short red dress with matching heels. My nails were also red, but they were fake. My friend, Brenda is a massage therapist, and quite a big girl. I say big, cause she stands close to 6 ft tall, and is pretty stocky as well. I had her waiting at our place, for when JT got back from his seminar. She was going to kidnap him in his car, then bring him to her place. I used my time wisely and practiced my fake accent, as best as i could.
Brenda's car pulled up as I finished with my lipstick, my lips curled into an evil smile, show time!
Brenda brought JT into the downstairs basement, which was basically a smaller version of the living room upstairs. Nicely furnished with a bedroom, a living area with T.V., fireplace (with the fire going, you’ll see why later lol) But I’ll stop rambling and get on with the story.
She easily carried JT downstairs and set him on the hide-a-bed from the couch that we set up. His wrists had been tied together, as well as his knees. Being a good actor, JT looked quite scared and nervous.
I walked out from the bathroom and looked him over with a smile.
Zoe: So you captured the American spy, good job!
Leaning forward, I gave his cheek a pinch.
Zoe: Alright, spy, here’s how this is going to work. Brenda here, is going to be your stripper this evening. Now before you get all excited about having a lap dance, that is not what is going to happen. She is going to strip you at my bidding, because I do not wish to break a nail as I am going to need them. Do you know why?
JT shook his head no.
Zoe: Because you have information that I need, and I wish for you to spill your guts. If you cooperate, you shall go free. If not, then drastic measures will be taken.
I showed him my feather, and I saw him gulp.
Zoe: Now, be my good boy, and tell me everything.
JT: No way, you can torture me all you want.
Zoe: Good, I was hoping you’d say that. Blindfold him Brenda, then take off his shirt.
Brenda undid JT’s tie and then blindfolded it around his eyes. Then one by one, she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it free. Lifting up his wifebeater, I set down my feather and attacked his belly for a bit.
JT: HAAHHAAHHHAAHAAHAAA NOOO!
Zoe: Oh yes, tickle, tickle, tickle.
I tickled and tickled his tummy, and then gave his sides a gentle squeeze before tickling them as well.
Zoe: Nice bellybutton, is that ticklish too?
JT: NO, don’t!
But I did it anyway, obviously. I used my middle finger to tickle his hole but I didn’t spend too much time on it though. Next came his armpits, which I lightly tickled with my feather, one at a time. His laughter dropped a tone or two, which Brenda noticed too while holding his arms steady. Then I visciously attacked both armpits with both hands, and he roared with laughter. Tears began to form after a bit, so I stopped. I can’t have my widdle JT crying now, can I?
Zoe: Are you ready to talk?
JT: Never.
Zoe: Good, I’m just getting warmed up. Brenda, remove his shoes.
Brenda: Yes, madam.
Brenda’s face lit up as she untied JT’s hush puppies, then eased off each shoe as they fell to the floor. I smirked as I watched his toes wiggle in his black dress socks.
Zoe: Awwwww, Is someone nervous, because his feetsies are ticklish?
Brenda pressed down on JT’s ankles and managed to steady them.
Brenda: I think he’s embarrassed about his foot odor problem.
Zoe: Really, let me see.
Bending down I briefly sniffed his socked feet, and there was that familiar scent that curdles my loins.
Zoe: Whew, a little sweaty and a little smelly, but compliments of those leather shoes. No matter, as I have a foot fetish to go with my tickle fetish, he he hee!
I raked my red nails up and down his socked soles like an elevator going up and down. After awhile I could see JT’s eyes well up with tears of frustration as he keeps laughing and laughing.
Zoe: I’d say you have ticklish feet, let’s see if they’re more ticklish when naked.
JT: No, not that.
Zoe: Then are you ready to talk?
JT: I’ll never talk.
Zoe: That’s what you think. Now, Brenda, get those black socks off, so we can play with some bare feet.
Brenda: Gladly, cause these smelly things belong in the garbage.
She wasted no time in peeling off his dress socks, as they landed near his shoes. JT has size ten feet, and they could often be mistaken for girl’s feet lol!
Zoe: Ah yes, you Americans have such nice feet, and I love tickling them best.
JT: No, not my feet.
Zoe: Brenda, hold his feet up high.
Brenda did so, cupping his heels with her hands, while I tickled his soles.
JT: PLEEEAAAAHEEEEAAASE AHAHAHAHAA HEEEELP
Zoe: Tell me your mission, American boy.
JT: I CAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAN’T TELLL YOU
I tickled his toes, all five on each foot.
Zoe: Then I can’t be responsible for what I do next. Brenda, hold his feet by the toes.
Brenda held all ten of his toes with both hands, I puckered my lips and kissed his heel. I then grinned as I saw my lipstick had made it’s mark. I ran my tongue up his heel to the arches, and I heard him squeal. Grinning with delight I planted kisses all over the bottoms of each foot, smacking my lips with enthusiasm.
Zoe: Mmmmmm, such fun. Brenda, my dear, hold his right foot steady, while I feast on some piggies.
Brenda cradled JT’s right foot, while his toes wiggled in fear and desperation to avoid what was going to happen to them. I gently tickled his big toe while gnawing on his four other toes. I did that briefly, because I wanted his big toe the most. Wrapping my lips around his big toe, I went downtown like I was giving him a blowjob.
JT: Ooooooh, oh, ooooh.
Zoe: Yum, these are now my little piggy toes, ha ha.
Brenda and I cracked up as we saw JT getting aroused, we knew where we needed to strike next.
Zoe: Oh you’re a naughty boy, aren’t you? Well, I’ll show you what happens to naughty boys. Brenda, take off the pants, and tie his ankles together.
Brenda unbound his knees, then undid JT’s belt. Then with a zip and whish, the black slacks were sent to join the pile of clothing. I smirked at JT, who had only his wifebeater, and whitey tight underwear left to go. Slipping off my red heels and stood on the hide-a bed so I was looking down at him. Using my stocking foot I started to rub him through the underpants, which brought more moaning with pleasure. After a minute or two, I felt I had given him time for a break and decided to move on.
Zoe: Brenda, use the scissors to shred that undershirt, and then get ze Hershey’s syrup.
Brenda: Are we making a sundae?
Zoe: More like a banana split.
I snickered when I said that and tickled his tool briefly. Brenda cut away his wifebeater and pulled the shredded remains off. Then she returned with Hershey’s and started to squeeze the bottle on his smooth chest. I handed her my feather as I stared hungrily at him, licking my lips.
Zoe: Tickle his feet while I lick him.
For the next few minutes, I cleaned all the chocolate sauce off with my tongue, while listening to JT moan and then giggle as Brenda waved the feather over one foot, while tickling the other with her nails.
Brenda: Ha, you like me tickling your feet, don’t you boy?
JT: NO HAHAHHAAHAHA I HAHAHAHAHATE IT
Brenda: Such a liar, next you’ll be telling me your feet don’t stink.
JT: THEHEHEHEHHEEY DON’T
Brenda held her nose and started to taunt him.
Brenda: Stinky feet, stinky feet, little boy has stinky feet.
Zoe: Alright, enough Brenda, I’ve gotten all the sauce.
Brenda: Good. Say, he looks like he’s going to explode down there, but those tight undies need to go.
I eyed his growing erection. He was looking quite fine
Seizing the scissors, she quickly chopped off JT’s underwear, and pulled them out from his rear. I wasn’t expecting that personally, but I thought it was a nice touch. I gave a little snicker and looked my naked boy toy in the eyes.
Zoe: Uh oh, look’s like you won’t be wearing those again, sweet pea. Now, tell me your mission, and you will be spared further humiliation.
JT: No, fuck you both for ruining my shorts.
Zoe: Fuck us, I don’t think so. Brenda, his clothes, destroy them.
Brenda gathered up his pile of clothing. His shoes, socks, shirt, pants, torn undergarments, and carried them over to the fireplace. I took the blindfold off so he could see what she was about to do. And with that, she threw his clothes in the fireplace. Everything practically melted within seconds, save for his shoes. Oh and the smell of burnt leather is not a pleasant at all.
JT: Oh no, my clothes.
Brenda: Ha, now who’s fucked.
JT pretended to cry, as I walked over and kissed him passionately on the lips.
Zoe: Isn’t that nice.
JT: Y y yes.
Zoe: Good, now don’t fret about your clothes, we’ve got something special for you to wear. Brenda, he is rather sweaty, why don’t you draw him a bath while I finish him off.
JT: Finish me off?
Zoe: Yes dahling, now that you are completely nakey, I will really have fun with you.
I got on top of him, then squeezed his thighs with my legs. I softly tickled his armpits while my stocking toes worked wonders on his growing tool. JT was bickering while laughing his head off, making it very hard to understand him.
Zoe: Tell Mommy everything you know, and you shall have an excellent release.
JT: Fuck, okay, you win.
Blah blah blah, he gave me some speal about his fictional reason and I simply nodded. Then I bent my head down to his neck and started to bite him while continuing my tickle torture on his feet and pits. Then he came, and you know the rest. By this time, he was almost out of it, my poor tired boy. Brenda came out once the tub was filled and we gave him a bath. Okay, we did throw in some extra tickles while soaping him down. Boy, I was so glad I slipped out of my dress beforehand, as his thrashing resulted in splashing. Now this next part may seem very mean and cruel, but it goes back to something that JT was going to do three years ago with a friend on Halloween. So this year, was kind of a second chance. We toweled him off and got him into the bedroom, by that time he was completely passed out from exhaustion. Not only had JT worked his ass off that day, but he had been tickle tortured mercilessly. We hadn’t exactly planned on him passing out either, so he was in for a real surprise when he woke up. I brought out my makeup bag, a bottle of purple nail polish and a pair of nude stockings. Brenda carried in a dark haired wig and a blue flowery dress. It took us about a half hour to get him all dressed up, but it was worth it if you saw how hilarious he looked in drag. To finish it off, Brenda placed her favorite pair of open toed heels on his feet, as they were about his size as opposed to my feet. Oh, and he was wearing my purple laced panties as well lol!
I left to go back to our apartment, taking JT’s car. As planned by me and Brenda while she gave him time to snooze. I made sure he had his wallet and keys so that he could get home alright. I got back and took a long hot shower, and climbed into bed naked. I didn’t see him come around and didn’t see his reaction to being dressed up in his Halloween costume. But Brenda filled me in later and told me that JT screamed when he realized what he was wearing, and she made him stop inside the Quickie Mart so he could get her a pack of cigarettes. She also told me that JT walking around in heels was too funny, which I don’t doubt as he didn’t have the proper training that we had in our teens. Needless to say, he got back as it got dark, and I was growing tired of waiting. He came into our room and turned the light on. Being coy, I decided to tease him a bit.
Zoe: How many times do I have to tell you, ask before you borrow my clothes.
JT: Very funny, honey
Zoe: Well, take them off, you look so ridiculous.
He did that rather quickly, and then ran into the bathroom to grab a washcloth.
Zoe: I like your panties, they match nicely with your little tootsie wootsies.
JT: Happy Halloween baby, because now it’s your turn.
JT jumped my bones and tied me spread eagled, which is his favorite position. Then he tickled me for quite a long time, and got his revenge. Let’s just say it involved feathers, and a lot of ice cubes. And he made me beg him for an orgasm while teasing my clit.
Oh and I did compensate him for ruining his clothes, which were from Good Will. JT did know that he wasn’t going to be leaving in the clothes he wore arrived in, and it was his idea that we make it as real as possible and give him a challenge. He was so turned on by the whole thing (save for the drag) and I was happy to make him happy.
and purple knicks, my fav colour haha 
Nakedness is not something to be embarassed about, honey, even me in my pregnant state. Being naked, makes tickling a whole lot better without the confines of clothing attached to your body.
