Featherys thread set this off, because in my rush to read it I misunderstood what he was getting at. Thus a fantasy of mine (never taken place in real life) is the other way round.
Basically the scenario runs like this. I meet a beautiful woman (actually a particular BBC News 24 presenter features heavily in this) whom I eventually confess to, that I would love to tickle her feet. Rather than being shocked she somewhat saucily invites me to do it there and then, in her office. Just when I think all my Christmasse's have come at once, she points out however that if I want to tickle her feet I will have to be completely naked whilst doing it. I make an attempt to invite her to undress as well, but she points out that she has no intention of doing so, and that I can take it or leave it. I try to say jokingly: "Oh like you're Queen Cleopatra and I am some sort of slave", only to have her point out that this is exactly what she has in mind.
Now whilst I am not too embarrased about undressing for her in this situation (after all she is about to let me Tickle her feet) I am very concerned that there are other people working in a reasonable proximity outside her office. What increases the tension is that once I begin Tickling her feet, her hysterical laughter is not only teasing me to death, but can be heard several blocks away. Yet in all this she dosen't attempt to withdraw her feet, not only because she loves the sensation, but can also see the devastating effect her laughter is having on me. In essence she may be the one being tickled, yet she is also the real dominant tormentor in this scenario.
So overcome by the eroticism of the moment, and her hysteria, I eventually have to stop, by which point I am physically shaking. Yet at that moment my worst nightmare happens as two of her secretaries burst through the door (investigating the noise), making my vulnerability and embarrasment at my own naked condition all too apparent. I try to mumble an explanation as they both giggle at the scene presented to them. Yet my wicked Lee suddenly states that I blackmailed her into doing this, and that they must help her tickle me now in order to get even. I try to make for my clothes before making it to the door, but three pairs of hands tickle me to the floor, as the strength falls from my body, and an afternoon of merciless torment begins.
HMMMMM so anybody done anything like that in real life then ?
Basically the scenario runs like this. I meet a beautiful woman (actually a particular BBC News 24 presenter features heavily in this) whom I eventually confess to, that I would love to tickle her feet. Rather than being shocked she somewhat saucily invites me to do it there and then, in her office. Just when I think all my Christmasse's have come at once, she points out however that if I want to tickle her feet I will have to be completely naked whilst doing it. I make an attempt to invite her to undress as well, but she points out that she has no intention of doing so, and that I can take it or leave it. I try to say jokingly: "Oh like you're Queen Cleopatra and I am some sort of slave", only to have her point out that this is exactly what she has in mind.
Now whilst I am not too embarrased about undressing for her in this situation (after all she is about to let me Tickle her feet) I am very concerned that there are other people working in a reasonable proximity outside her office. What increases the tension is that once I begin Tickling her feet, her hysterical laughter is not only teasing me to death, but can be heard several blocks away. Yet in all this she dosen't attempt to withdraw her feet, not only because she loves the sensation, but can also see the devastating effect her laughter is having on me. In essence she may be the one being tickled, yet she is also the real dominant tormentor in this scenario.
So overcome by the eroticism of the moment, and her hysteria, I eventually have to stop, by which point I am physically shaking. Yet at that moment my worst nightmare happens as two of her secretaries burst through the door (investigating the noise), making my vulnerability and embarrasment at my own naked condition all too apparent. I try to mumble an explanation as they both giggle at the scene presented to them. Yet my wicked Lee suddenly states that I blackmailed her into doing this, and that they must help her tickle me now in order to get even. I try to make for my clothes before making it to the door, but three pairs of hands tickle me to the floor, as the strength falls from my body, and an afternoon of merciless torment begins.
HMMMMM so anybody done anything like that in real life then ?
