“Oh I’m sorry Brenda, does that tickle?”
Brenda could barely form the words to respond without losing them in a sea of laughter.
“YEHHEEEHAHAAHAHA IHIHIHITTTTTTTT DOOOOOEEEESAHAHAHAH” she managed to get out.
“Well isn’t that just too bad for you” cooed Sarah, Brenda’s roommate, as she scribbled her red finger nails up and down Brenda’s soft pink soles “maybe next time you won’t tell Brad how ticklish I am.” Sarah was referring to the night before when Brenda, Sarah and her boyfriend Brad were watching a movie together. Brenda had jokingly told Brad how ticklish Sarah was and Brad had spent a majority of the night tickling Sarah all over her extremely ticklish body. “Since he decided to tickle me for hours on end, I think it’s only fair I do the same to you.” Sarah said with an evil grin on her face as she started to floss the helpless little toes on Brenda’s left foot with her nails.
“I DIHIHIDN’T MEHEHEHEEAAAAHAHANNNN TOOOHAHAHAHA” Brenda pleaded as she futilely fought against her blankets. Sarah had come into Brenda’s room early and tucked her blankets under the mattress, trapping her in her bed. She then woke Brenda up by exposing her beautiful size 6 feet with light blue ankle socks and lightly stroking them. After about 20 minutes of this Sarah took Brenda’s socks off. That was almost an hour ago.
As Brenda thrashed helplessly in her bed, she couldn’t help remember her childhood and all the ticklish torments her sisters had put her through. Being the youngest of 4 girls, Brenda was often the victim of whatever punishments her sisters were in the mood to pass down, most of the time it was a long tickle session. Her sisters would often pin her down in the back yard when their parents were away and would torture her until they returned.
Angela, Brenda’s oldest sister, was usually in charge of the tickling. She would tell Mandy, the second oldest, and Jenny, the third oldest, where and how to tickle. Angela would almost always position herself at Brenda’s feet, trapping her ankles between her knees. Occasionally she would use shoelaces to tie her toes back making her even more helpless. Mandy would sit on Brenda’s hips and torture her stomach and sides. Jenny would sit on Brenda’s hands above her head, exposing Brenda’s underarms. She would focus on her incredibly ticklish neck and underarms.
The worst time Brenda can remember is when her parents were going out to do all their weekend chores on one day which would have them out of the house most of the day. As soon as her parents left her sisters cornered her in the living room and dragged her outside. Angela tied Brenda’s toes back to her belt, ensuring they weren’t going to move. She then proceeded to torture her helpless soles with her old hairbrush. The stiff bristles dug into her soft soles and sent Brenda into hysterics almost instantly. Jenny sat on Brenda’s hands and began working on her neck with an old feather duster she found. She had plucked 2 feathers from it and would alternate tickling sides of Brenda’s neck and ears leaving her no escape from the soft licking of the feathers. The worst of all had to be what Mandy was doing. Mandy had decided to try something new. She sat on Brenda’s hips and slowly removed her green flip flops in Brenda’s face. She then grabbed a hold of Brenda’s sides with her hands and positioned her long, slender toes into Brenda’s delicate underarms. She then proceeded with an all out tickle assault. Her hands were massaging all over Brenda’s midsection leaving no inch of skin untouched and no rib unaccounted for, while her devilish toes were prodding and poking into Brenda’s underarms like tiny little spider legs leaving Brenda laughing uncontrollably.
This assault continued on for hours with her sisters giving her a break just before she was ready to pass out and picking up again just as she caught her breath. That was the worst tickling Brenda had ever received, but certainly not the last.
Now as she laid trapped under her own blanket with her helpless little toes being worked over by her roommate, she couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. She had never told anybody, and never planned to, but a tiny part of her liked being tickled mercilessly.
“Not too much longer now Brenda” Sarah teased as she kissed Brenda’s toes in order from biggest to smallest drawing frantic laughs from Brenda, “by my watch it should only be another two hours.” She finished that sentence with a playfully evil wink and began licking Brenda’s right sole and playing this little piggy on the other foot.
Brenda could barely form the words to respond without losing them in a sea of laughter.
“YEHHEEEHAHAAHAHA IHIHIHITTTTTTTT DOOOOOEEEESAHAHAHAH” she managed to get out.
“Well isn’t that just too bad for you” cooed Sarah, Brenda’s roommate, as she scribbled her red finger nails up and down Brenda’s soft pink soles “maybe next time you won’t tell Brad how ticklish I am.” Sarah was referring to the night before when Brenda, Sarah and her boyfriend Brad were watching a movie together. Brenda had jokingly told Brad how ticklish Sarah was and Brad had spent a majority of the night tickling Sarah all over her extremely ticklish body. “Since he decided to tickle me for hours on end, I think it’s only fair I do the same to you.” Sarah said with an evil grin on her face as she started to floss the helpless little toes on Brenda’s left foot with her nails.
“I DIHIHIDN’T MEHEHEHEEAAAAHAHANNNN TOOOHAHAHAHA” Brenda pleaded as she futilely fought against her blankets. Sarah had come into Brenda’s room early and tucked her blankets under the mattress, trapping her in her bed. She then woke Brenda up by exposing her beautiful size 6 feet with light blue ankle socks and lightly stroking them. After about 20 minutes of this Sarah took Brenda’s socks off. That was almost an hour ago.
As Brenda thrashed helplessly in her bed, she couldn’t help remember her childhood and all the ticklish torments her sisters had put her through. Being the youngest of 4 girls, Brenda was often the victim of whatever punishments her sisters were in the mood to pass down, most of the time it was a long tickle session. Her sisters would often pin her down in the back yard when their parents were away and would torture her until they returned.
Angela, Brenda’s oldest sister, was usually in charge of the tickling. She would tell Mandy, the second oldest, and Jenny, the third oldest, where and how to tickle. Angela would almost always position herself at Brenda’s feet, trapping her ankles between her knees. Occasionally she would use shoelaces to tie her toes back making her even more helpless. Mandy would sit on Brenda’s hips and torture her stomach and sides. Jenny would sit on Brenda’s hands above her head, exposing Brenda’s underarms. She would focus on her incredibly ticklish neck and underarms.
The worst time Brenda can remember is when her parents were going out to do all their weekend chores on one day which would have them out of the house most of the day. As soon as her parents left her sisters cornered her in the living room and dragged her outside. Angela tied Brenda’s toes back to her belt, ensuring they weren’t going to move. She then proceeded to torture her helpless soles with her old hairbrush. The stiff bristles dug into her soft soles and sent Brenda into hysterics almost instantly. Jenny sat on Brenda’s hands and began working on her neck with an old feather duster she found. She had plucked 2 feathers from it and would alternate tickling sides of Brenda’s neck and ears leaving her no escape from the soft licking of the feathers. The worst of all had to be what Mandy was doing. Mandy had decided to try something new. She sat on Brenda’s hips and slowly removed her green flip flops in Brenda’s face. She then grabbed a hold of Brenda’s sides with her hands and positioned her long, slender toes into Brenda’s delicate underarms. She then proceeded with an all out tickle assault. Her hands were massaging all over Brenda’s midsection leaving no inch of skin untouched and no rib unaccounted for, while her devilish toes were prodding and poking into Brenda’s underarms like tiny little spider legs leaving Brenda laughing uncontrollably.
This assault continued on for hours with her sisters giving her a break just before she was ready to pass out and picking up again just as she caught her breath. That was the worst tickling Brenda had ever received, but certainly not the last.
Now as she laid trapped under her own blanket with her helpless little toes being worked over by her roommate, she couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. She had never told anybody, and never planned to, but a tiny part of her liked being tickled mercilessly.
“Not too much longer now Brenda” Sarah teased as she kissed Brenda’s toes in order from biggest to smallest drawing frantic laughs from Brenda, “by my watch it should only be another two hours.” She finished that sentence with a playfully evil wink and began licking Brenda’s right sole and playing this little piggy on the other foot.
