ticklish_markus
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as i wrote in the other story, my ex boyfriend had a tickle and feet fetish. he liked tickling so much and since i am deathly ticklish, it was his pleasure to torture me in every possible way. he is a very jealous man and had a kind love and hate feeling about me being tickled by other men.
at the beginning of our relationship he wanted to know in details about all the men i had relationship with and wanted also to hear all the stories about me being tickled by them. it was a pleasure and suffering at the same time for him hearing those kind of stories. i think a part of him hated the thought of me being tickled by other than him, but another one part was turned on by these stories. at the beginning i told him about this stuff without problems but then i started to be a little bothered by all the questions he made me about that. so i started to avoid the answers, and he was really upset about it. that's when he thought that the best way to know was to tickle these informations out of me.
i didn't know what he had in mind when he tied me to the bed that time. i knew that some tickling would have been involved but i didn't know he would have performed a regular interrogation using the tickling weapon (as i discovered later, one of his favourite games).
he tied my wrists togheter behind my back and my feet togheter to the bedpost, between the interwined metal axes. then he used shoe laces to tie each toe to the same axes. i started freezing cause my feet were totally immobile i couldn't wiggle a single toe.
he showed me the long feather he would have used to tickle my barefeet and i understood he would have had me in a mess of laughters.
"so my dear, i want to hear about every single man that tickled you in the past. who was the best, what did and what you felt" that was his request. "but before that, i want to give you an example of what your going to suffer if you refuse to talk" with that he started to gently stroke my bare soles with the feather and i understood that it would have been impossible to resist. i started giggling so bad immediately and his showed no mercy feathering my feet non stop for some minutes. even if it was tickling already too much, i tried to resist and not answering his question.
so he decided to attack my immobile toes, driving that devilish feather back and forth between each toe. that was too much, i couldn't take it so i told him i was ready to talk if he would have stopped the tickling.
"too late, you had your chance" he continued his tickling between my poor toes and all over my feet for several minutes which seemed to me like eternity, with me laughing like crazy at every single feather touch. when he finally stopped, i told him everything he wanted to know.
"you'll discover i'll tickle you a lot better than them. ok maybe worst from your point of you" that was his only replay to my words and after that he gave me one of the most intense tickling minutes (just a couple luckly, but actually enough) i've ever suffered, going straight from the balls of my feet to my toes with his ten wiggling fingers. man, i really screamed that time eheheheeh
Markus
at the beginning of our relationship he wanted to know in details about all the men i had relationship with and wanted also to hear all the stories about me being tickled by them. it was a pleasure and suffering at the same time for him hearing those kind of stories. i think a part of him hated the thought of me being tickled by other than him, but another one part was turned on by these stories. at the beginning i told him about this stuff without problems but then i started to be a little bothered by all the questions he made me about that. so i started to avoid the answers, and he was really upset about it. that's when he thought that the best way to know was to tickle these informations out of me.
i didn't know what he had in mind when he tied me to the bed that time. i knew that some tickling would have been involved but i didn't know he would have performed a regular interrogation using the tickling weapon (as i discovered later, one of his favourite games).
he tied my wrists togheter behind my back and my feet togheter to the bedpost, between the interwined metal axes. then he used shoe laces to tie each toe to the same axes. i started freezing cause my feet were totally immobile i couldn't wiggle a single toe.
he showed me the long feather he would have used to tickle my barefeet and i understood he would have had me in a mess of laughters.
"so my dear, i want to hear about every single man that tickled you in the past. who was the best, what did and what you felt" that was his request. "but before that, i want to give you an example of what your going to suffer if you refuse to talk" with that he started to gently stroke my bare soles with the feather and i understood that it would have been impossible to resist. i started giggling so bad immediately and his showed no mercy feathering my feet non stop for some minutes. even if it was tickling already too much, i tried to resist and not answering his question.
so he decided to attack my immobile toes, driving that devilish feather back and forth between each toe. that was too much, i couldn't take it so i told him i was ready to talk if he would have stopped the tickling.
"too late, you had your chance" he continued his tickling between my poor toes and all over my feet for several minutes which seemed to me like eternity, with me laughing like crazy at every single feather touch. when he finally stopped, i told him everything he wanted to know.
"you'll discover i'll tickle you a lot better than them. ok maybe worst from your point of you" that was his only replay to my words and after that he gave me one of the most intense tickling minutes (just a couple luckly, but actually enough) i've ever suffered, going straight from the balls of my feet to my toes with his ten wiggling fingers. man, i really screamed that time eheheheeh
Markus
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