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Maybe this is not the right place to put this. Maybe it shouldn't be written at all but I read a post here that motivated me to share.
After an evening class my wife and I stopped by a local bar that I frequented from time to time to play pool. Since most of this is about her a few comments are in order. She is quite attractive but not what is usually described as "hot." She has a pretty face, a well proportioned body with adequate but not excessively large breasts. Her best feature is her legs which come down to very trim ankles. She was dressed with a white button front blouse which was buttoned high enough not to show any cleavage, a pair of tight pants that came down just below her knees (I think they are called toreador pants) and a pair of black slip-on flats.
Since one of the pool tables is close to the bar I sat her at one of the bar stools so I could stand by her between shots. We knew several of the people there including one guy who was in our bowling league. After a while when I had just finished my shot I heard her make a noise I can only describe as a "yelp." When I walked over to see what was going on she was blushing and the guy beside her was smiling and he told me his bowling team frequently watched her changing shoes at the bowling alley and they speculated whether her feet were ticklish or not so when he noticed her slippers were very low cut he slipped his fingers under her arch and made a quick move on her foot, hence the "yelp."
Another of the bystanders asked her if she had ever been tickled in public to which she replied, "Of course not, that was the first time." Someone said that wasn't a real tickle so why don't we try it here. She was reluctant and refused but was receiving a lot of encouragement and pleading. She looked at me and I looked around to assess the room. It was a clean cut crowd, male and female so I shrugged my shoulders and apparently that was enough for everyone.
Two of the men suggested they sit her on the bar between the metal bars at the servers station since she was sitting right next to it so they lifted her up and sat her there and asked the bartenders if they would hold her arms which they agreed to do. Almost all of the patrons had gathered around by this time and somebody produced two neckties. The two who had lifted her on the bar immediately seized upon the idea and began to securely tie her ankles to the servers stand. They moved two chairs over by her feet and slipped off her shoes. She looked down as her shoes came off and saw her ankles bound and her bare feet extended toward the crowd. Her face suddenly took on an expression that I can only describe as a cross between anxiety and fear as she continued to look at her feet. I honestly believe that was the first time she realized how beautiful her feet were.
In any case there was not much time for speculation as one of the men made a slow tentative caress on the bottom of her foot which resulted in spasmodic type jerk. The bartenders took their holds bracing themselves against the bars of the servers station and the tickling started in earnest. She was laughing loudly, sometimes letting loose a small scream as she shook her head violently from side to side, sometime throwing her head back and sometimes down. Her whole body was writhing fiercely but the men holding her had a firm grip which was a good thing so she couldn't hurt herself. Other than that all she could do was either point her toes or arch her feet which of course could not help her but it did stimulate the ticklers and the crowd.
One of the ticklers moved out and another one took his place. This became a series of switch outs as people started taking turns, even the women which was rather surprising. They only switched one at a time almost as if there was some silent or presumed agreement so the tickling never stopped. They tickled the top of her feet and the bottoms but it quickly became evident that the soles caused most of the reaction.
With all the struggling she began to get out of breath so they stopped without being told. She was breathing hard and a little flushed from all the activity. Everyone was still watching her and the bartenders released their grip, but nobody made a move to untie her ankles. When she asked if someone would do that a woman near the front said, "We were hoping you would do it just a little longer because some of us haven't had a turn yet, including me and my son."
That blew my mind. She was a pleasant looking woman, probably in her low forties and we learned later her son was eleven years old and he was standing right beside her. I could tell my wife was somewhat reluctant but she was getting a lot of urging and encouragement. Finally she agreed, one more time and that's it. There was a murmur of approval throughout the crowd and the lady and her son took their seat by her helpless feet. Before the bartenders took their grip she asked if she could have some water before things started again. They asked if she would like something stronger, but she replied, "No, just ice water." Everyone waited patiently while she drank half a glass and handed it back to the bartender who then took his position again.
As soon as the tickling resumed the laughter, screams and convulsive movement continued as before. It was peculiar watching the mother and son team do their thing. The mother watched her tickling but also seemed to enjoy watching my wife's squirming and overall reaction. I think what she was really doing was to determine exactly which move or moves provoked the screams instead of just the laugh. She must have figured it out or at least got close because while she was there the screams came more often, louder and shriller than at any other time. The son on the other hand had his face about six inches from the foot he had been assigned and he never took his eyes off the foot he was so vigorously tickling. The mother gave up her seat to another woman who was waiting but the son had to be pulled away so someone else could have a turn.
This session did not last as long as the first session as the lingering effects of the first took its toll. When the activity ceased the bartender handed her the rest of the water, her ankles were untied and two people slipped her shoes back on after she was lifted off the bar to one of the stools. She was still breathing rather heavily and still a little flushed but recovering quickly since she was in good physical condition.
The crowd had not yet dispersed and the owner of the bar came over and asked her if she would do a repeat performance on Saturday night because he was sure the place would be packed once the word got out. My wife smiled at him and said, "No thanks, I think I have been a pretty good sport already." This statement raised a serious round of applause. We didn't stay much longer but folks came by to thank her and compliment her and assured her they would be back Saturday night in case she changed her mind. She told them to have a good time but she wouldn't be changing her mind.
After we left I remarked that while all that was going on she never asked them to stop she never begged or anything else and I wondered why? She said she was totally out of control, her mouth couldn't have formed any words and she couldn't think any thought except what was happening on her feet.
I didn't realize what was happening to me during the evening, but when we got home we headed straight for the sack. I was so stimulated I climaxed almost immediately and I was afraid that wasn't fair to her, but I needn't have worried because she was right there with me. It turns out she was as sexually stimulated as I was. After resting for a while and mentally going over things we had to go again, and then later, again.
The bartenders complained that they did their part but never got in on the action or even able to watch. Since they no doubt prevented her from hurting herself we agreed to come back and have lunch with them before they opened for business on a strictly look but no touch basis. They promised so we did. Actually since this was a "payback" my wife decided not to engage in the lunch so she dressed in an appropriate costume and sat in a chair ON the table while the lunch was being catered. I took a picture of that and will include it in this thread if I can figure out how to do it. Suffice to say, the guys did not hurry their lunch.
Other than that neither of us has gone back to that bar as we didn't want them trying to influence us for a repeat. It was an experience we will enjoy having and the crowd being considerate and controllable made it a nice memory. I just wouldn't want to risk another situation. We also quit the bowling league as her feet were drawing so much attention. They probably always were but we weren't aware of it before the bar experience.
I now tie her up and tickle her sometimes as foreplay and have discovered the rest of her body is only mildly ticklish, but when I get to her feet, all hell breaks loose and she goes wild. I have to remember not to do that too long though because just like in the bar, she can't think or tell me to stop. I have become very protective of her because I now realize that if she were trapped in a vulnerable situation by someone without sensitivity (like maybe that eleven year old kid) she could possibly be tickled unconcious.
After an evening class my wife and I stopped by a local bar that I frequented from time to time to play pool. Since most of this is about her a few comments are in order. She is quite attractive but not what is usually described as "hot." She has a pretty face, a well proportioned body with adequate but not excessively large breasts. Her best feature is her legs which come down to very trim ankles. She was dressed with a white button front blouse which was buttoned high enough not to show any cleavage, a pair of tight pants that came down just below her knees (I think they are called toreador pants) and a pair of black slip-on flats.
Since one of the pool tables is close to the bar I sat her at one of the bar stools so I could stand by her between shots. We knew several of the people there including one guy who was in our bowling league. After a while when I had just finished my shot I heard her make a noise I can only describe as a "yelp." When I walked over to see what was going on she was blushing and the guy beside her was smiling and he told me his bowling team frequently watched her changing shoes at the bowling alley and they speculated whether her feet were ticklish or not so when he noticed her slippers were very low cut he slipped his fingers under her arch and made a quick move on her foot, hence the "yelp."
Another of the bystanders asked her if she had ever been tickled in public to which she replied, "Of course not, that was the first time." Someone said that wasn't a real tickle so why don't we try it here. She was reluctant and refused but was receiving a lot of encouragement and pleading. She looked at me and I looked around to assess the room. It was a clean cut crowd, male and female so I shrugged my shoulders and apparently that was enough for everyone.
Two of the men suggested they sit her on the bar between the metal bars at the servers station since she was sitting right next to it so they lifted her up and sat her there and asked the bartenders if they would hold her arms which they agreed to do. Almost all of the patrons had gathered around by this time and somebody produced two neckties. The two who had lifted her on the bar immediately seized upon the idea and began to securely tie her ankles to the servers stand. They moved two chairs over by her feet and slipped off her shoes. She looked down as her shoes came off and saw her ankles bound and her bare feet extended toward the crowd. Her face suddenly took on an expression that I can only describe as a cross between anxiety and fear as she continued to look at her feet. I honestly believe that was the first time she realized how beautiful her feet were.
In any case there was not much time for speculation as one of the men made a slow tentative caress on the bottom of her foot which resulted in spasmodic type jerk. The bartenders took their holds bracing themselves against the bars of the servers station and the tickling started in earnest. She was laughing loudly, sometimes letting loose a small scream as she shook her head violently from side to side, sometime throwing her head back and sometimes down. Her whole body was writhing fiercely but the men holding her had a firm grip which was a good thing so she couldn't hurt herself. Other than that all she could do was either point her toes or arch her feet which of course could not help her but it did stimulate the ticklers and the crowd.
One of the ticklers moved out and another one took his place. This became a series of switch outs as people started taking turns, even the women which was rather surprising. They only switched one at a time almost as if there was some silent or presumed agreement so the tickling never stopped. They tickled the top of her feet and the bottoms but it quickly became evident that the soles caused most of the reaction.
With all the struggling she began to get out of breath so they stopped without being told. She was breathing hard and a little flushed from all the activity. Everyone was still watching her and the bartenders released their grip, but nobody made a move to untie her ankles. When she asked if someone would do that a woman near the front said, "We were hoping you would do it just a little longer because some of us haven't had a turn yet, including me and my son."
That blew my mind. She was a pleasant looking woman, probably in her low forties and we learned later her son was eleven years old and he was standing right beside her. I could tell my wife was somewhat reluctant but she was getting a lot of urging and encouragement. Finally she agreed, one more time and that's it. There was a murmur of approval throughout the crowd and the lady and her son took their seat by her helpless feet. Before the bartenders took their grip she asked if she could have some water before things started again. They asked if she would like something stronger, but she replied, "No, just ice water." Everyone waited patiently while she drank half a glass and handed it back to the bartender who then took his position again.
As soon as the tickling resumed the laughter, screams and convulsive movement continued as before. It was peculiar watching the mother and son team do their thing. The mother watched her tickling but also seemed to enjoy watching my wife's squirming and overall reaction. I think what she was really doing was to determine exactly which move or moves provoked the screams instead of just the laugh. She must have figured it out or at least got close because while she was there the screams came more often, louder and shriller than at any other time. The son on the other hand had his face about six inches from the foot he had been assigned and he never took his eyes off the foot he was so vigorously tickling. The mother gave up her seat to another woman who was waiting but the son had to be pulled away so someone else could have a turn.
This session did not last as long as the first session as the lingering effects of the first took its toll. When the activity ceased the bartender handed her the rest of the water, her ankles were untied and two people slipped her shoes back on after she was lifted off the bar to one of the stools. She was still breathing rather heavily and still a little flushed but recovering quickly since she was in good physical condition.
The crowd had not yet dispersed and the owner of the bar came over and asked her if she would do a repeat performance on Saturday night because he was sure the place would be packed once the word got out. My wife smiled at him and said, "No thanks, I think I have been a pretty good sport already." This statement raised a serious round of applause. We didn't stay much longer but folks came by to thank her and compliment her and assured her they would be back Saturday night in case she changed her mind. She told them to have a good time but she wouldn't be changing her mind.
After we left I remarked that while all that was going on she never asked them to stop she never begged or anything else and I wondered why? She said she was totally out of control, her mouth couldn't have formed any words and she couldn't think any thought except what was happening on her feet.
I didn't realize what was happening to me during the evening, but when we got home we headed straight for the sack. I was so stimulated I climaxed almost immediately and I was afraid that wasn't fair to her, but I needn't have worried because she was right there with me. It turns out she was as sexually stimulated as I was. After resting for a while and mentally going over things we had to go again, and then later, again.
The bartenders complained that they did their part but never got in on the action or even able to watch. Since they no doubt prevented her from hurting herself we agreed to come back and have lunch with them before they opened for business on a strictly look but no touch basis. They promised so we did. Actually since this was a "payback" my wife decided not to engage in the lunch so she dressed in an appropriate costume and sat in a chair ON the table while the lunch was being catered. I took a picture of that and will include it in this thread if I can figure out how to do it. Suffice to say, the guys did not hurry their lunch.
Other than that neither of us has gone back to that bar as we didn't want them trying to influence us for a repeat. It was an experience we will enjoy having and the crowd being considerate and controllable made it a nice memory. I just wouldn't want to risk another situation. We also quit the bowling league as her feet were drawing so much attention. They probably always were but we weren't aware of it before the bar experience.
I now tie her up and tickle her sometimes as foreplay and have discovered the rest of her body is only mildly ticklish, but when I get to her feet, all hell breaks loose and she goes wild. I have to remember not to do that too long though because just like in the bar, she can't think or tell me to stop. I have become very protective of her because I now realize that if she were trapped in a vulnerable situation by someone without sensitivity (like maybe that eleven year old kid) she could possibly be tickled unconcious.
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
