Well, I lost a bet with my wife, and as a part of me fulfilling the bet, I am making this post. Since she's not exactly a gracious winner, she wants the world to know about my de-feet.
For starters, I lost the bet (which was playing Scrabble) by eight lousy points. As a result, she got 30 minutes of tickling my feet. Had I won, I would have been allowed to give her the same. It pretty much turned out to be the most humiliating 30 minutes of my life.
First, she used ace bandages to wrap my arms to my sides and my ankles together. Then she rolled me up in four blankets and our very heavy bed comforter. My head was sticking out one end and my socked feet were sticking out the other.
She spent a few minutes tickling my socked feet, which was bad enough. I think she always starts off with socks just to give me a taste of what is to come, because it is torture enough and I know it's going to be so much worse when the socks come off.
She then VERY slowly took my socks off. She then took her owns socks off as well. She took her socks and covered my face with them, making me inhale deeply. Now as a foot guy myself, that wasn't so bad ... almost enjoyable. Then, however, she held MY OWN socks over my face and made me smell them. Between the rather unpleasant smell and the humiliation of being forced to smell my own feet, I didn't so much enjoy that part.
Then the tickling really kicked into high gear. She started out with her nails, which were bad enough, but then she pulled out a new trick she's never done before. She had a pink feather boa that she used to tickle my soles with. Pure torture.
But then it got worse. She took the feather boa, and pulled it between each toe! Imagine about four feet of feathers running between each and every one of your toes! Now I've been tickled before, but this was something I never could have imagined.
She spent most of the 30 minutes running the feather boa between my toes, as this got the most reaction out of me. Sadly, I couldn't do anything about it, being wrapped up the way I was.
She finished off the night by pulling out a marker and writing on the bottoms of my feet. She wrote "My wife rules" on the bottom of one and "I am her tickle slave" on the other.
And yes, she took pictures to add to the humiliation. And yes, as a part of losing the bet, I now have to post one of those as well.
The lesson? Losing is pretty humiliating. Also, when there's a rematch, I need to cheat!
For starters, I lost the bet (which was playing Scrabble) by eight lousy points. As a result, she got 30 minutes of tickling my feet. Had I won, I would have been allowed to give her the same. It pretty much turned out to be the most humiliating 30 minutes of my life.
First, she used ace bandages to wrap my arms to my sides and my ankles together. Then she rolled me up in four blankets and our very heavy bed comforter. My head was sticking out one end and my socked feet were sticking out the other.
She spent a few minutes tickling my socked feet, which was bad enough. I think she always starts off with socks just to give me a taste of what is to come, because it is torture enough and I know it's going to be so much worse when the socks come off.
She then VERY slowly took my socks off. She then took her owns socks off as well. She took her socks and covered my face with them, making me inhale deeply. Now as a foot guy myself, that wasn't so bad ... almost enjoyable. Then, however, she held MY OWN socks over my face and made me smell them. Between the rather unpleasant smell and the humiliation of being forced to smell my own feet, I didn't so much enjoy that part.
Then the tickling really kicked into high gear. She started out with her nails, which were bad enough, but then she pulled out a new trick she's never done before. She had a pink feather boa that she used to tickle my soles with. Pure torture.
But then it got worse. She took the feather boa, and pulled it between each toe! Imagine about four feet of feathers running between each and every one of your toes! Now I've been tickled before, but this was something I never could have imagined.
She spent most of the 30 minutes running the feather boa between my toes, as this got the most reaction out of me. Sadly, I couldn't do anything about it, being wrapped up the way I was.
She finished off the night by pulling out a marker and writing on the bottoms of my feet. She wrote "My wife rules" on the bottom of one and "I am her tickle slave" on the other.
And yes, she took pictures to add to the humiliation. And yes, as a part of losing the bet, I now have to post one of those as well.
The lesson? Losing is pretty humiliating. Also, when there's a rematch, I need to cheat!
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