Well, here we are again! Last night I played Wii bowling against my wife (I spotted her 20 pins!), with the loser to get wrapped in blankets and 30 minutes of ticking ... and then post the experience here.
I was really hoping to win the bet and have her be the one to post about losing to me. I won the game ... but only by 18 pins! Worst part is, she had to get three strikes in the final frame to pull that close. And, of course, she did it.
Anyway, she wrapped me in four blankets and our heavy comforter and I couldn't move. She hit me with her fingers and a feather duster this time. And, like last time, she made me smell both my socks and her socks. This time, however, she said she "got tired of my begging for mercy," so she stuffed one my socks in my mouth so she wouldn't have to listen to me "screaming like a woman."
She did take the sock out later, though ... but only to help add to my humiliation. After she got done playing "this little piggy" with my toes, she made call out "this little piggy" while she played with each one of my toes (I could barely get out the "wee, wee, wee all the way home" because she was attacking my soles with her fingernails).
And of course she finished up the 30 minutes with a little artwork on my soles. And, as part of the bet, I have to post one of those pictures here. In the pic, you can also see the feathers that fell out of the feather duster during the torture.
The picture is attached. Hopefully next time it will be my wife's feet instead of mine!
Oh yeah ... my wife is my superior in every way. She is the tickle master and I am merely her helpless tickle slave. My feet are 100 times more ticklish than her feet. She is a goddess. (Sorry guys ... had to say that. Part of the bet)
I was really hoping to win the bet and have her be the one to post about losing to me. I won the game ... but only by 18 pins! Worst part is, she had to get three strikes in the final frame to pull that close. And, of course, she did it.
Anyway, she wrapped me in four blankets and our heavy comforter and I couldn't move. She hit me with her fingers and a feather duster this time. And, like last time, she made me smell both my socks and her socks. This time, however, she said she "got tired of my begging for mercy," so she stuffed one my socks in my mouth so she wouldn't have to listen to me "screaming like a woman."
She did take the sock out later, though ... but only to help add to my humiliation. After she got done playing "this little piggy" with my toes, she made call out "this little piggy" while she played with each one of my toes (I could barely get out the "wee, wee, wee all the way home" because she was attacking my soles with her fingernails).
And of course she finished up the 30 minutes with a little artwork on my soles. And, as part of the bet, I have to post one of those pictures here. In the pic, you can also see the feathers that fell out of the feather duster during the torture.
The picture is attached. Hopefully next time it will be my wife's feet instead of mine!
Oh yeah ... my wife is my superior in every way. She is the tickle master and I am merely her helpless tickle slave. My feet are 100 times more ticklish than her feet. She is a goddess. (Sorry guys ... had to say that. Part of the bet)
