--- Liz and I lived together for several years during the mid-80's, and I was indeed fortunate that she adapted so well to a relationship with a guy having a pronounced foot- and tickling fetish (not to mention the frequent bondage accompaniment). Naturally creative and adventurous, Liz managed to add her own little touches to virtually everything we did,.. which included short story writing, photo-shoots and even a visit to an early tickling fetish movie production. We used to spend Sunday mornings lounging in bed,.. making our respective "lists" of fetish and fantasy activities we would like to try out sometime. We were in our early 30's at this time.
--- And it was one of my list entries which got this story going. Though with some trepidation, I admitted to Liz that I was attracted to the idea of the two of us tickling the feet of another woman --- no sex or intimacy, mind you,... and I certainly didn't have any particular woman in mind,... just a tickling prank the two of us could share.
--- To her credit, Liz gamely declared that she would be willing to give it a shot,.... if the right opportunity presented itself. But there was some uncertainty there,.... I could see that.
--- Well, it came to pass that, some months later, Betty, one of Liz's old girlfriends came to stay a long weekend with us. The two of them had been close friends back in their school days, but hadn't really seen each other that much since then. Betty's husband was going to be out of town for a few days, and Betty didn't want to stay by herself. Hey, what are friends for, eh?
--- Once again, to Liz's credit, it was she who thought to remind me of my earlier "2nd woman" tickling fantasy,.. and she also went on to tell me that she recalled Betty having just ridiculously ticklish feet. Well, that was all I needed to hear, rest assured. We began conspiring that very minute.
--- And so, the next evening,... we "gave it a shot." After a few bottles of wine and some smoke, the two of us contrived some excuse for mutually attacking Betty's bare feet. And from that point, everything went wrong. For one thing, Betty's feet weren't all that attractive. But the real problem was the degree of her ticklishness; it was surreal. Betty fought, kicked, screamed, sobbed and seemed on the verge of a psychotic event. There was no playful laughter,... no "prank," ... and no fun. Liz and I had to abort the mission after only a half-minute. Betty's reaction was too horrific, and Liz later admitted to me that she felt a little creepy handling another woman's feet. So it goes.
--- So for my tag team tickling fantasy, that would have been that,...... except that it wasn't.
--- Sometime later, Liz and I were at a concert in our area and bumped into another of Liz's acquaintances. Vickie was a more "current" everyday friend of Liz's, but I knew her pretty well, too. She was a recent divorcee, hot-to-trot and, just by the way, drop-dead gorgeous. She was also a little tipsy.
--- Vickie joined us at our table, and through the course of the evening she was outrageously "forward" towards me,... jumping on my lap, kissing me, etc (No, I did not encourage this) And Liz was doing a slow burn. At the end of the evening, Vickie said she didn't feel up to driving, and asked if we would drop her off at her place. Well, "her" place was twenty miles away, and we lived close-by,.... so Liz suggested that Vickie simply crash at our house and retrieve her car the next day. Great plan, eh?
--- Vickie made a quick trip to the Ladies' Room, and Liz leaned in and asked me if I still wanted the two of us to tickle another woman's feet. "That little slut needs to be taught a lesson," was the way she explained it. Not feeling very original at the moment, I said, "Go ahead. Make my day,..." and Liz giggled.
--- Once the three of us arrived back at the house, things happened very quickly. Vickie flopped into the recliner chair and asked me to make her a drink,.. and Liz disappeared into our bedroom. But I dawdled for thirty seconds and suddenly Liz was back in the room. She carried some rope from our "play-stash," and went immediately to the recliner, and then with lightning-like efficiency began lashing Vickie's ankles to the chair's extended footrest. Incredulous, but making no move of resistance, Vickie asked, "What do you think you're doing?"
--- Acting like a woman possessed, Liz was already prying off Vickie's platform sandals as she replied, "Well, you seem to want my man. I want you to see what you get with a man like him." And with that, her long nails were upon Vickie's helpless soles,... and Vickie erupted into gales of shocked and tortured laughter.
--- Well folks, I'd like you to think that I'm generally a pretty decisive and together sort of guy. But at this moment, I was dumbfounded,.... mesmerized,... paralyzed. It was Liz who startled me back to life,.... Above the din of Vickie's howling, screaming and thrashing she said, "Sweetheart, wouldn't you like to join me?" She even fluttered her eyelashes for comic effect. So join her I did.
--- We sat together on the floor at Vickie's bound feet (which were exquisite, incidentally) and conducted an almost scientific exploration of the ticklishness of Vickie's feet. For my own part, I kept quiet,..... but Liz kept up a taunting dialog. "You know, he tickles my feet all the time. We think it's sexy. Do you feel sexy?" (Okay, okay,.... words to that effect. It's been a long time,... excitement of the moment,.. you get the picture.)
--- Vickie's feet got tickled in every way imagineable over a period of probably not more than thirty minutes. She had laughed herself breathless and tears were streaming down her cheeks. In a moment of inspiration, Liz chided me, "Alright, I know what you're thinking. She has pretty feet, doesn't she? Fingers only." And with that, she leaned back and propped her own bare feet on my shoulder. "Watch this, Vickie," she said.... "He can tickle YOUR feet,..... but he only kisses MY feet." Well you don't have to draw me a map. I leaned in and reverently licked Liz's soles and toes,... all the while continuing to tease Vickie's feet with my fingers. The moment was truly unreal.
--- And then it was over. With a chuckle, Liz hopped up and announced that her old pal had suffered enough (I could have gone on for hours) ... and she pulled out the knot in the rope securing Vickie's ankles. I noticed with profound erotic impact that Liz ran a palm over Vickie's soles,.. as if smoothing away the just-concluded torture. Panting with relief, Vickie rolled over on her side,... and wheezed, "You two are crazy."
--- "Yeah, we're crazy," Liz replied. She leaned over and gave Vickie a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry,... you'll find a man. Salt fish and eggs for breakfast?"
--- And it was one of my list entries which got this story going. Though with some trepidation, I admitted to Liz that I was attracted to the idea of the two of us tickling the feet of another woman --- no sex or intimacy, mind you,... and I certainly didn't have any particular woman in mind,... just a tickling prank the two of us could share.
--- To her credit, Liz gamely declared that she would be willing to give it a shot,.... if the right opportunity presented itself. But there was some uncertainty there,.... I could see that.
--- Well, it came to pass that, some months later, Betty, one of Liz's old girlfriends came to stay a long weekend with us. The two of them had been close friends back in their school days, but hadn't really seen each other that much since then. Betty's husband was going to be out of town for a few days, and Betty didn't want to stay by herself. Hey, what are friends for, eh?
--- Once again, to Liz's credit, it was she who thought to remind me of my earlier "2nd woman" tickling fantasy,.. and she also went on to tell me that she recalled Betty having just ridiculously ticklish feet. Well, that was all I needed to hear, rest assured. We began conspiring that very minute.
--- And so, the next evening,... we "gave it a shot." After a few bottles of wine and some smoke, the two of us contrived some excuse for mutually attacking Betty's bare feet. And from that point, everything went wrong. For one thing, Betty's feet weren't all that attractive. But the real problem was the degree of her ticklishness; it was surreal. Betty fought, kicked, screamed, sobbed and seemed on the verge of a psychotic event. There was no playful laughter,... no "prank," ... and no fun. Liz and I had to abort the mission after only a half-minute. Betty's reaction was too horrific, and Liz later admitted to me that she felt a little creepy handling another woman's feet. So it goes.
--- So for my tag team tickling fantasy, that would have been that,...... except that it wasn't.
--- Sometime later, Liz and I were at a concert in our area and bumped into another of Liz's acquaintances. Vickie was a more "current" everyday friend of Liz's, but I knew her pretty well, too. She was a recent divorcee, hot-to-trot and, just by the way, drop-dead gorgeous. She was also a little tipsy.
--- Vickie joined us at our table, and through the course of the evening she was outrageously "forward" towards me,... jumping on my lap, kissing me, etc (No, I did not encourage this) And Liz was doing a slow burn. At the end of the evening, Vickie said she didn't feel up to driving, and asked if we would drop her off at her place. Well, "her" place was twenty miles away, and we lived close-by,.... so Liz suggested that Vickie simply crash at our house and retrieve her car the next day. Great plan, eh?
--- Vickie made a quick trip to the Ladies' Room, and Liz leaned in and asked me if I still wanted the two of us to tickle another woman's feet. "That little slut needs to be taught a lesson," was the way she explained it. Not feeling very original at the moment, I said, "Go ahead. Make my day,..." and Liz giggled.
--- Once the three of us arrived back at the house, things happened very quickly. Vickie flopped into the recliner chair and asked me to make her a drink,.. and Liz disappeared into our bedroom. But I dawdled for thirty seconds and suddenly Liz was back in the room. She carried some rope from our "play-stash," and went immediately to the recliner, and then with lightning-like efficiency began lashing Vickie's ankles to the chair's extended footrest. Incredulous, but making no move of resistance, Vickie asked, "What do you think you're doing?"
--- Acting like a woman possessed, Liz was already prying off Vickie's platform sandals as she replied, "Well, you seem to want my man. I want you to see what you get with a man like him." And with that, her long nails were upon Vickie's helpless soles,... and Vickie erupted into gales of shocked and tortured laughter.
--- Well folks, I'd like you to think that I'm generally a pretty decisive and together sort of guy. But at this moment, I was dumbfounded,.... mesmerized,... paralyzed. It was Liz who startled me back to life,.... Above the din of Vickie's howling, screaming and thrashing she said, "Sweetheart, wouldn't you like to join me?" She even fluttered her eyelashes for comic effect. So join her I did.
--- We sat together on the floor at Vickie's bound feet (which were exquisite, incidentally) and conducted an almost scientific exploration of the ticklishness of Vickie's feet. For my own part, I kept quiet,..... but Liz kept up a taunting dialog. "You know, he tickles my feet all the time. We think it's sexy. Do you feel sexy?" (Okay, okay,.... words to that effect. It's been a long time,... excitement of the moment,.. you get the picture.)
--- Vickie's feet got tickled in every way imagineable over a period of probably not more than thirty minutes. She had laughed herself breathless and tears were streaming down her cheeks. In a moment of inspiration, Liz chided me, "Alright, I know what you're thinking. She has pretty feet, doesn't she? Fingers only." And with that, she leaned back and propped her own bare feet on my shoulder. "Watch this, Vickie," she said.... "He can tickle YOUR feet,..... but he only kisses MY feet." Well you don't have to draw me a map. I leaned in and reverently licked Liz's soles and toes,... all the while continuing to tease Vickie's feet with my fingers. The moment was truly unreal.
--- And then it was over. With a chuckle, Liz hopped up and announced that her old pal had suffered enough (I could have gone on for hours) ... and she pulled out the knot in the rope securing Vickie's ankles. I noticed with profound erotic impact that Liz ran a palm over Vickie's soles,.. as if smoothing away the just-concluded torture. Panting with relief, Vickie rolled over on her side,... and wheezed, "You two are crazy."
--- "Yeah, we're crazy," Liz replied. She leaned over and gave Vickie a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry,... you'll find a man. Salt fish and eggs for breakfast?"
