I'm a long... long long time lurker here so it's only fair that I finally post here. I'm not much of a story teller so take it easy on me. Well, I hope you all enjoy the story, the same way I enjoy others.
I started getting a massage every now and then when one time, I had a pretty bad anxiety attack which was stress related (and I had no idea... I mean if someone told me the day before that I was stressed, I would have laughed in their faces) and so after that, I started seeing a masseuse. Well, my first experience was nothing out of the ordinary. Great, relaxing massage and no tickling. Well, pretty much. After each body part was massaged, this girl always did what she called the "feather strokes" which was to gently run her finger tips down the area that she just rubbed. Well, that felt great! It kinda tickled but actually it was like a very gentle tickling that just feels good. But as a ticklee, I thought that this could be a chance for more. So, I asked the masseuse (and this one place I went to, I never stuck to any particular masseuse. I always went with whoever was available) to do more of the feather strokes. Each time I went, I always requested a lot of feather strokes and over time, I would ask them to go ahead and do that on my feet too. Which, of course, tickled like crazy!!! But I didn't want to bust out laughing too hard because these massage therapists were serious and so they wanted you to relax, not tense up.
However, one day, I was assigned a massage therapist and her name was Courtney (I am changing names to protect the innocent). She was pretty cute with long brown hair and she had the softest finger tips I ever felt. Her massages were great and so were her feather strokes. I actually liked her so much that I started setting up appointments with her all the time. And at the end, she would dedicate like 10 minutes for feather strokes where she would stroke my feet for like 5 minutes and all over my back for another 5. Well, when she does my back, she always ran her fingers down my back, lift her fingers off my back and then gently run her fingers up my sides. Well, whenever her fingers landed on my sides, I would flinch. And noticeable so! I felt so ticklish everytime she did it. That was my favorite but then unfortunately, she had to move.... so I continued my quest to find another masseuse.
Well, fast forward a few months, I went to this salon and this woman (maybe in her early 40s, long black hair, looks kinda like an older version of Katie Holmes) was assigned to be my therapist. Her name was Rachel. Well, when we first went to the room, she asked what kind of massage I liked so I told her that I liked a gentle, relaxing massage with a lot of feather strokes. Well, she was not familiar with the term so I told her that basically, it was just light finger tips massage. Well, she loved it! And she kept asking me if it tickled and so I told her that it does but I liked how it felt. Then she joked about how she should charge me for a tickle session! Well, that was not lost in my mind. So, naturally, I kept going back to her and each time, the "feather strokes" escalated into something more. At first, she brought these feathers (I kid you not) to run them all over my body. Feathers are alright but they don't tickle quite the same way the fingers do, especially fingers with nails. And she was one of those massage therapists who refused to not have any finger nails so her feather strokes alone were quite ticklish. Well, as I kept going back to her, she told me that she also had a personal studio on the side that allowed her to charge less money than salons do for the same amount of time. So, I started going there (saving $20 per hour) instead.
And finally, we get to the whole reason I decided to post here today. Today, I called her and set up an appointment because I just wasn't really having a good day and I thought I could really go for some tickling. Well, up until this point, as I mentioned, things have escalated and she has tickled me quite severely before, alas for a very short period. She would stop because she would feel bad. Well, when I went to see her, I told her that I wanted a "heavy emphasis on tickling." So, she asked me what I envisioned and so I told her that I envisioned a lot of laughter, not so much relaxation but a lot of thrashing. And with that she started. At first, she started by gently running her finger tips all over my upper body. Then she started gently scraping her nails and lightly grasping my sides and my stomach. Well, my stomach is a killer spot for me so in no time, I was starting to laugh. However, since it was a pretty light tickling, I wasn't thrashing... yet. Then she continued her light feathery touches down my legs and when she got down to my feet, she dug her nails in. I immediately, started laughing and pulled my feet away. She asked "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes" "Ok." And she pulled my feet back and then put one hand over my left ankle and her other hand started tickling my feet by scrabbling her nails all over. I actually felt like I was being tortured. I was laughing and screaming as I tried to pull my foot away but she had her weight down on my one ankle. Then she switched and went to my other foot and gave it the same treatment by dragging her nails and then digging her fingers where the toes meet the foot. I finally yelled "Stop!" And she just laughed at me. Then after a brief rest (like 5 seconds), she started again, this time trying to hold both my ankles and spreading her fingers and running her nails over both of my feet. I was laughing and screaming in no time and she was laughing along with me. Then she pulled one of the cloths and she started tying my feet together!
"Is this still within boundaries?" she asks.
"Totally!" I respond eagerly.
So then, she grabs another cloth and ties my arms together and then once she had my wrists tied together, she put the head rest thing on the massage table in between my wrists so that my arms were locked in with the head rest. And that's when the torture started...
She started immediately tickling me under my arms and ran her fingers which were quickly dancing all over my upper body, down my sides, occasionally grabbing at my sides and feeling out any other spots that she may have missed along the way. She spent a good deal of time digging into my stomach which was making me howl with laughter and then she would tickle me down my legs all the way to my dreaded feet where she tickled the crap out of with both hands at the same time. I yelled uncle like 3 times and we didn't even have a safe word or anything. Fortunately, she stopped because I don't know that I could have taken it much longer. Well and then as soon as I would catch my breath, she would start all over again. At the end of the one hour session, I was drenched in sweat. But it was an awesome experience. The only thing that suprised me was that I always fantasized about being tied up or held down and tickled by multiple women. However, after today, I'm not even sure I could take it longer than 5 minutes.... During the most intense period, I really thought I was gonna lose it. And she was just doing that by herself!
I know this wasn't so much a "story" but rather a somewhat detailed account of what happened. Well, this is a true story section so I guess that's the way it goes. I hope you all enjoyed it! I sure did and you know I'll be going back for more!
I started getting a massage every now and then when one time, I had a pretty bad anxiety attack which was stress related (and I had no idea... I mean if someone told me the day before that I was stressed, I would have laughed in their faces) and so after that, I started seeing a masseuse. Well, my first experience was nothing out of the ordinary. Great, relaxing massage and no tickling. Well, pretty much. After each body part was massaged, this girl always did what she called the "feather strokes" which was to gently run her finger tips down the area that she just rubbed. Well, that felt great! It kinda tickled but actually it was like a very gentle tickling that just feels good. But as a ticklee, I thought that this could be a chance for more. So, I asked the masseuse (and this one place I went to, I never stuck to any particular masseuse. I always went with whoever was available) to do more of the feather strokes. Each time I went, I always requested a lot of feather strokes and over time, I would ask them to go ahead and do that on my feet too. Which, of course, tickled like crazy!!! But I didn't want to bust out laughing too hard because these massage therapists were serious and so they wanted you to relax, not tense up.
However, one day, I was assigned a massage therapist and her name was Courtney (I am changing names to protect the innocent). She was pretty cute with long brown hair and she had the softest finger tips I ever felt. Her massages were great and so were her feather strokes. I actually liked her so much that I started setting up appointments with her all the time. And at the end, she would dedicate like 10 minutes for feather strokes where she would stroke my feet for like 5 minutes and all over my back for another 5. Well, when she does my back, she always ran her fingers down my back, lift her fingers off my back and then gently run her fingers up my sides. Well, whenever her fingers landed on my sides, I would flinch. And noticeable so! I felt so ticklish everytime she did it. That was my favorite but then unfortunately, she had to move.... so I continued my quest to find another masseuse.
Well, fast forward a few months, I went to this salon and this woman (maybe in her early 40s, long black hair, looks kinda like an older version of Katie Holmes) was assigned to be my therapist. Her name was Rachel. Well, when we first went to the room, she asked what kind of massage I liked so I told her that I liked a gentle, relaxing massage with a lot of feather strokes. Well, she was not familiar with the term so I told her that basically, it was just light finger tips massage. Well, she loved it! And she kept asking me if it tickled and so I told her that it does but I liked how it felt. Then she joked about how she should charge me for a tickle session! Well, that was not lost in my mind. So, naturally, I kept going back to her and each time, the "feather strokes" escalated into something more. At first, she brought these feathers (I kid you not) to run them all over my body. Feathers are alright but they don't tickle quite the same way the fingers do, especially fingers with nails. And she was one of those massage therapists who refused to not have any finger nails so her feather strokes alone were quite ticklish. Well, as I kept going back to her, she told me that she also had a personal studio on the side that allowed her to charge less money than salons do for the same amount of time. So, I started going there (saving $20 per hour) instead.
And finally, we get to the whole reason I decided to post here today. Today, I called her and set up an appointment because I just wasn't really having a good day and I thought I could really go for some tickling. Well, up until this point, as I mentioned, things have escalated and she has tickled me quite severely before, alas for a very short period. She would stop because she would feel bad. Well, when I went to see her, I told her that I wanted a "heavy emphasis on tickling." So, she asked me what I envisioned and so I told her that I envisioned a lot of laughter, not so much relaxation but a lot of thrashing. And with that she started. At first, she started by gently running her finger tips all over my upper body. Then she started gently scraping her nails and lightly grasping my sides and my stomach. Well, my stomach is a killer spot for me so in no time, I was starting to laugh. However, since it was a pretty light tickling, I wasn't thrashing... yet. Then she continued her light feathery touches down my legs and when she got down to my feet, she dug her nails in. I immediately, started laughing and pulled my feet away. She asked "Are you sure this is what you want?" "Yes" "Ok." And she pulled my feet back and then put one hand over my left ankle and her other hand started tickling my feet by scrabbling her nails all over. I actually felt like I was being tortured. I was laughing and screaming as I tried to pull my foot away but she had her weight down on my one ankle. Then she switched and went to my other foot and gave it the same treatment by dragging her nails and then digging her fingers where the toes meet the foot. I finally yelled "Stop!" And she just laughed at me. Then after a brief rest (like 5 seconds), she started again, this time trying to hold both my ankles and spreading her fingers and running her nails over both of my feet. I was laughing and screaming in no time and she was laughing along with me. Then she pulled one of the cloths and she started tying my feet together!
"Is this still within boundaries?" she asks.
"Totally!" I respond eagerly.
So then, she grabs another cloth and ties my arms together and then once she had my wrists tied together, she put the head rest thing on the massage table in between my wrists so that my arms were locked in with the head rest. And that's when the torture started...
She started immediately tickling me under my arms and ran her fingers which were quickly dancing all over my upper body, down my sides, occasionally grabbing at my sides and feeling out any other spots that she may have missed along the way. She spent a good deal of time digging into my stomach which was making me howl with laughter and then she would tickle me down my legs all the way to my dreaded feet where she tickled the crap out of with both hands at the same time. I yelled uncle like 3 times and we didn't even have a safe word or anything. Fortunately, she stopped because I don't know that I could have taken it much longer. Well and then as soon as I would catch my breath, she would start all over again. At the end of the one hour session, I was drenched in sweat. But it was an awesome experience. The only thing that suprised me was that I always fantasized about being tied up or held down and tickled by multiple women. However, after today, I'm not even sure I could take it longer than 5 minutes.... During the most intense period, I really thought I was gonna lose it. And she was just doing that by herself!
I know this wasn't so much a "story" but rather a somewhat detailed account of what happened. Well, this is a true story section so I guess that's the way it goes. I hope you all enjoyed it! I sure did and you know I'll be going back for more!
She's a cutie, too.... 
