Perhaps i'm unique here. i don't enjoy tickling...in fact i hate it. i'm one of the most ticklish people i know. My significant other, however, is a tickle fiend. He loves it...loves everything about it, even loves that i hate it. It's one of those things that i knew about Him from the onset and have, over the last 9 months, become adjusted to giving to Him. Recently we had the most intense tickling session.
Sooo...lets start out with the fact that my ankles were cuffed and tied off with rope...no where to run, no where to hide. Just looking at Him poised by my feet...was enough to get me squirming. He had a whole role of implements lined up...the first being a verrrrry long feather, pheasant i think. :feather:
Just looking at it, knowing what it felt like was enough to make me writhe ....but then to watch Him as He slid it in between each toe...so agonizingly slow, His eyes glued to mine. It was so awful, so deliberately awful and slow and there was nothing i could do about it at all. He then did the same motions, but really quick...just in between my toes....i thought i was going to die from ticklish agony. All the while my eyes stayed open...watching Him, His delight.
He picked up a smaller feather and began whispering strokes along my heel and the top of my feet. i thought ok..i can do this....but then He ravaged the line just at the base of my toes...and my arch and inner foot that is ticklish beyond words. All i could do was watch and whimper...louder and louder....particularly sharp shrieks as He would attack that arch time and time again. A moment to catch my breath, to slow my breathing...and then same methodical technique on my other foot. At the height all i could do was writhe and shriek...knowing that if i was truly undone and panicked He would stop,knowing He was watching for that. However, then He had at both feet with the sharp end of the feather..i thought i was going to crawl out of my skin.
He picked up a soft brush and made soft little strokes all over each foot...i could actually deal with that ok...it tickled..but invoked none of the agony that the other implements did...it sort of got me through to catch my breath once again. But then He picked up a wider brush....and with a wicked look in His eyes began to paint each foot with oil....that was a new definition of hell for me...because it made the bristles softer, the oil stayed....and i knew with sinking dread what was coming next.
That....damn thing. The electric toothbrush. He had cut alot of the bristles away so that He could use it with the utmost dexterity. He ran it along my arch, my inner foot, along my toes, at the top of my toes. He held my foot and just said "Baby, you don't have to watch" and so i could bury my hands and teeth into a pillow and just scream into it....and then He did the same on my other foot...
and then His fingernails...all over my already sensitized skin...everywhere..i don't even have any clear memory..just the memory of sensation....ticklish agony.....everywhere.....
And then, it was over. And i felt so incredibly brave, so incredibly strong...to give something i hate so very much...to the One that i love so.
For His reading pleasure~:redface:
eala
Sooo...lets start out with the fact that my ankles were cuffed and tied off with rope...no where to run, no where to hide. Just looking at Him poised by my feet...was enough to get me squirming. He had a whole role of implements lined up...the first being a verrrrry long feather, pheasant i think. :feather:
Just looking at it, knowing what it felt like was enough to make me writhe ....but then to watch Him as He slid it in between each toe...so agonizingly slow, His eyes glued to mine. It was so awful, so deliberately awful and slow and there was nothing i could do about it at all. He then did the same motions, but really quick...just in between my toes....i thought i was going to die from ticklish agony. All the while my eyes stayed open...watching Him, His delight.
He picked up a smaller feather and began whispering strokes along my heel and the top of my feet. i thought ok..i can do this....but then He ravaged the line just at the base of my toes...and my arch and inner foot that is ticklish beyond words. All i could do was watch and whimper...louder and louder....particularly sharp shrieks as He would attack that arch time and time again. A moment to catch my breath, to slow my breathing...and then same methodical technique on my other foot. At the height all i could do was writhe and shriek...knowing that if i was truly undone and panicked He would stop,knowing He was watching for that. However, then He had at both feet with the sharp end of the feather..i thought i was going to crawl out of my skin.
He picked up a soft brush and made soft little strokes all over each foot...i could actually deal with that ok...it tickled..but invoked none of the agony that the other implements did...it sort of got me through to catch my breath once again. But then He picked up a wider brush....and with a wicked look in His eyes began to paint each foot with oil....that was a new definition of hell for me...because it made the bristles softer, the oil stayed....and i knew with sinking dread what was coming next.
That....damn thing. The electric toothbrush. He had cut alot of the bristles away so that He could use it with the utmost dexterity. He ran it along my arch, my inner foot, along my toes, at the top of my toes. He held my foot and just said "Baby, you don't have to watch" and so i could bury my hands and teeth into a pillow and just scream into it....and then He did the same on my other foot...
and then His fingernails...all over my already sensitized skin...everywhere..i don't even have any clear memory..just the memory of sensation....ticklish agony.....everywhere.....
And then, it was over. And i felt so incredibly brave, so incredibly strong...to give something i hate so very much...to the One that i love so.
For His reading pleasure~:redface:
eala
