TicklishFMWrite
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When I was 19, I dated a girl who was heavily into BDSM, and as a result she had put both bondage stocks (the kind to restrain my feet perfectly from the ankle) and a ball-gag for my mouth. I told her about the tickling fetish early and she was very eager to try it. She actually wouldn't respect safewords, so I found myself almost too tickled in our attempts to do so together. But there was one time that absolutely settles it. It's something I never told anybody about and never would, but here goes
It's a normal night for us. We lived at my mother's house but she was out with friends, so we went into my room, locked the door, and got me settled into bed. Boxers only, no shirt no shoes no socks, arms restrained horizontally with my feet placed in the restraints at the end of the bed, and the ball-gag placed into my mouth so I can only make noises but not actually speak.
Perfect setup, right? One more thing, my girlfriend decides. We had discovered a method of heightening sensitivity on certain spots by rubbing Vicks Vapor Rub onto the tickle victim's skin, then letting it sort of sit there and air-dry slowly over about 15-20 minutes. After this process is complete, swipe the excess Vicks off and behold the pinkest, most sensitive sole you've ever seen or felt, guaranteed to heighten the volume of the lee's laughter by at least 5x.
She decided I deserved this on my left foot tonight, the one already prone to being more ticklish as is. I moaned through the restraint and she giggled at me sadistically.
All of this would have been heaven, and it was for the first 30 minutes. I usually only go about 45 minutes before I'm spent, and she doesn't go beyond that. Normally. Due to the change of plans and the sudden surprise that none of us expected, it led to me having to endure a whopping 75 minutes of tickle torture, and unfortunately for me... at around 30-35 minutes into the tickle session, me nearly completely naked and dying from the upper-body assault she had mostly given me, was laughing way louder than I would if someone was home. Because... we were home alone! Why not laugh and laugh? But, it's a muffled laugh, so the sound is very ambiguous.
"Knock knock knock knock" is everybody okay in there??? sounds a familiar woman's voice. The doorknob starts to turn!! My girlfriend jumps off the bed from tickling my ribs, quickly throws a blanket over my mostly bare torso and face even, and goes down to the foot of the bed. This is when the door opens and I barely spy my genuine horror: my mother is home, way earlier than she said she'd be, and she's confused. Thinking maybe someone is hurt from the muffled noise?
Now... my mom is very old-fashioned. She doesn't know what a ball-gag is, nor would she think there was anything sexual going on in here. So that really was the least of my concerns... what was a bother to me also, is that I feared she might not think ANY of what was going on is sexual. And, unfortunately, that's EXACTLY what happened. She didn't get embarrassed and say "sorry!" and shut the door. No. She WALKS INTO THE ROOM, looks down and sees two helpless, large bare feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed, then sees me all gagged and tied. She starts to LAUGH. "Ohh! Playing a little tickle game? You kids are adorable." I swear, I can't believe she said it, but I really started to panic now, because my girlfriend smiled and replied in the worst way imaginable.
"Haha, yeah! I was just going to get started on his feet."
Now, granted, I know she was trying to indicate to Mom that she should GO AWAY. But guess what... guess fucking what. Mom looks over at me and gives the most cruel smile, then declares, "I can help if you want!" I'm dying inside. Please please please DON'T let this confusing moment in my life happen!! The feeling of a girl I really am attracted to... and my mother, BOTH tickling me. I did not want this, so I pleaded with eyes and groans as much as possible that I did not want that.
"Please do." says my horrible ex-girlfriend.
And so, to my ultimate horror, Mom walks over to the bed and then starts to sit down by my LEFT FOOT. The one that's been supercharged with the sensitivity-heightening Vicks Vapor Rub. Please fuck no not that, not the one that's going to make me freak out the most, PLEASE.
I wish I could tell you that my girlfriend got her to switch feet, leave the room, or anything but that, but... nope. For the next 45 minutes I felt the fingertips, palms, and 20 manicured nails of both my girlfriend and mother as they took turns going back and forth between each of my feet. Probably for about 5 minutes each, back and forth. When it started, Mom got lefty and I belted out. It was SO SO SO SENSITIVE, like the way your shoes feel after hours and hours of exercising and being moist from exhaustion, and the softness of her hands inflicted the most damage as she grazed her palms and fingertips right under the toes (my worst spot on my feet). Both Mom and my girlfriend would converse with each other about ways to make me laugh harder, such as "Ooh, he really squealed when you got the tops of his toes! Try that, <my Mom's name!>" My girlfriend was encouraging her to do things that she knew worked on me, that made me go ballistic and be tickled worse than ever.
Finally after a long long time, Mom gets up and says "you kids are weirdos! But this was fun. let's do it again sometime!"
It was only a month or so after that I'd end up leaving this girl, and it was because of a 2nd tickle related incident between her and my mother that happened to me. I don't know if I'll go into it or not, but I feel better getting this weird memory off my chest finally. Hope some people out there are able to get some kind of kick out of it. There's no trauma or anything on my end, but it was very strange to have the sensation of this. And hard to be barefoot when I'm around Mom nowadays too!
It's a normal night for us. We lived at my mother's house but she was out with friends, so we went into my room, locked the door, and got me settled into bed. Boxers only, no shirt no shoes no socks, arms restrained horizontally with my feet placed in the restraints at the end of the bed, and the ball-gag placed into my mouth so I can only make noises but not actually speak.
Perfect setup, right? One more thing, my girlfriend decides. We had discovered a method of heightening sensitivity on certain spots by rubbing Vicks Vapor Rub onto the tickle victim's skin, then letting it sort of sit there and air-dry slowly over about 15-20 minutes. After this process is complete, swipe the excess Vicks off and behold the pinkest, most sensitive sole you've ever seen or felt, guaranteed to heighten the volume of the lee's laughter by at least 5x.
She decided I deserved this on my left foot tonight, the one already prone to being more ticklish as is. I moaned through the restraint and she giggled at me sadistically.
All of this would have been heaven, and it was for the first 30 minutes. I usually only go about 45 minutes before I'm spent, and she doesn't go beyond that. Normally. Due to the change of plans and the sudden surprise that none of us expected, it led to me having to endure a whopping 75 minutes of tickle torture, and unfortunately for me... at around 30-35 minutes into the tickle session, me nearly completely naked and dying from the upper-body assault she had mostly given me, was laughing way louder than I would if someone was home. Because... we were home alone! Why not laugh and laugh? But, it's a muffled laugh, so the sound is very ambiguous.
"Knock knock knock knock" is everybody okay in there??? sounds a familiar woman's voice. The doorknob starts to turn!! My girlfriend jumps off the bed from tickling my ribs, quickly throws a blanket over my mostly bare torso and face even, and goes down to the foot of the bed. This is when the door opens and I barely spy my genuine horror: my mother is home, way earlier than she said she'd be, and she's confused. Thinking maybe someone is hurt from the muffled noise?
Now... my mom is very old-fashioned. She doesn't know what a ball-gag is, nor would she think there was anything sexual going on in here. So that really was the least of my concerns... what was a bother to me also, is that I feared she might not think ANY of what was going on is sexual. And, unfortunately, that's EXACTLY what happened. She didn't get embarrassed and say "sorry!" and shut the door. No. She WALKS INTO THE ROOM, looks down and sees two helpless, large bare feet sticking out of the bottom of the bed, then sees me all gagged and tied. She starts to LAUGH. "Ohh! Playing a little tickle game? You kids are adorable." I swear, I can't believe she said it, but I really started to panic now, because my girlfriend smiled and replied in the worst way imaginable.
"Haha, yeah! I was just going to get started on his feet."
Now, granted, I know she was trying to indicate to Mom that she should GO AWAY. But guess what... guess fucking what. Mom looks over at me and gives the most cruel smile, then declares, "I can help if you want!" I'm dying inside. Please please please DON'T let this confusing moment in my life happen!! The feeling of a girl I really am attracted to... and my mother, BOTH tickling me. I did not want this, so I pleaded with eyes and groans as much as possible that I did not want that.
"Please do." says my horrible ex-girlfriend.
And so, to my ultimate horror, Mom walks over to the bed and then starts to sit down by my LEFT FOOT. The one that's been supercharged with the sensitivity-heightening Vicks Vapor Rub. Please fuck no not that, not the one that's going to make me freak out the most, PLEASE.
I wish I could tell you that my girlfriend got her to switch feet, leave the room, or anything but that, but... nope. For the next 45 minutes I felt the fingertips, palms, and 20 manicured nails of both my girlfriend and mother as they took turns going back and forth between each of my feet. Probably for about 5 minutes each, back and forth. When it started, Mom got lefty and I belted out. It was SO SO SO SENSITIVE, like the way your shoes feel after hours and hours of exercising and being moist from exhaustion, and the softness of her hands inflicted the most damage as she grazed her palms and fingertips right under the toes (my worst spot on my feet). Both Mom and my girlfriend would converse with each other about ways to make me laugh harder, such as "Ooh, he really squealed when you got the tops of his toes! Try that, <my Mom's name!>" My girlfriend was encouraging her to do things that she knew worked on me, that made me go ballistic and be tickled worse than ever.
Finally after a long long time, Mom gets up and says "you kids are weirdos! But this was fun. let's do it again sometime!"
It was only a month or so after that I'd end up leaving this girl, and it was because of a 2nd tickle related incident between her and my mother that happened to me. I don't know if I'll go into it or not, but I feel better getting this weird memory off my chest finally. Hope some people out there are able to get some kind of kick out of it. There's no trauma or anything on my end, but it was very strange to have the sensation of this. And hard to be barefoot when I'm around Mom nowadays too!
