3xPIN
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Off the Chain
My ex, on rare occasions, would indulge my tickling fetish. The ‘ler side, I mean. She was a power domme and had a problem with being tied up. As a tickler herself, she would indulge, and still does, every chance she could.
In May, we attended an anime convention. We were having the time of our lives. But the Con is like 35% walking and 15% standing. So it is, sadly, 35% resting. So there is a lot of down time. We were in the hotel room and just got back I was stretching. I flopped down next to her on the bed. We both gave off a bored vibe.
“So,” she inquired. “What do you wanna do?” This question is normally a trap to get me to say what she wants to do, which is unpredictable. But I had no earthly idea what to do. Also, I was a bit tired myself.
“I…” I exhaled deeply, “dunno.”
“Hmm,” she contemplated and looked around the room, blithely. “Do you…wanna tickle me?” She asked almost dishearteningly. I knew I had to be subtle, calm and choose my words carefully. I wanted to look cool and collected; I almost wanted to look and sound as disheartened as I could. I try to be as calculating as possible at all times. This would be one of my slip-ups. I stared off and tried to look cool. My mind raced for a good response. I slowly lifted my head as if to show stoic strength. I held my breath so as not to give away my excitement. Think, I thought, Think hard and fast! Ironically, that is what my body did, and how it did it. I went form from ground level to through the roof so fast I could have blasted a whole in the wall if I was up against it.
“Yes.” I said succinctly, as I exhaled. “Yes I do!” Not smooth, not cool, not anything I wanted. But fuck it.
She smiled and said, “Kay, get the cuffs out of my bag. I retrieved the makeshift restraints she had made from some wrist cuffs and a chain that was attached to a dress for aesthetic reasons. The chain was weak but served its purpose. I brought them to the bed.
Let me quick set the scene: The only light was in the room was coming from around the curtains and a little out of the bathroom. She was in a short dress and a sexy lacy shirt. She fit right in at the convention. Her shoes were off and on the edge of the bed. Her creamy white feet were just calling to me in that empty room. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and slippers. (whatever)
I just stood there with the cuffs like, Okay, now what. I may be a switch and know how to take charge, but when she was involved, I wait for instructions. “Cuff my feet.” I did so. Now we were ready to go. She leaned back and braced herself. With deep exhale she more or less motioned for me to start. Mmmm, this isn’t enough. It needs something. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right!
“Be right back,” I proclaimed and retreated to the bathroom.
“O-kay?” She sounded puzzled as to why I would walk away from bound feet. Little did she know I wanted to take advantage of the hotel room as much as I was able. (When you pay Chicago/O’hare prices, BY YOURSELF, you use all the complimentary stuff you can) I returned with a bottle from the bathroom, popped the top, squirted a liberal amount of the contents into my hands and rubbed them together. She saw this, sat up a little and went, “Uhhhh.” I then approached her hands reaching for her feet. She said with a concerned tone, “Um, what are you-OOHHHH YEAHHH!!” She then flopped back down with a moan of ecstasy as I massaged the lotion into her feet. She loves having her feet pampered! She once commented that she was psyched I had a mild foot fetish because it meant I loved giving foot rubs. She also liked that I got something out of them, too. This, however, was bigger than a usual foot rub. As I mentioned we had been walking all day more or less. So with the lotion and the relief this particular massage felt soooooo gooooood! She was practically moaning as she laid back.
It worked for me, too; 45 seconds into the massage, I surprised her with her first lotioned foot tickle! One scrape from heel to ball with four fingers was all it took! From, “Ooooooo…” to, “GWAAAAAAAAAA!!! Hahahaha!” In an instant! Her feet pulled away and she covered her face with her hands and laughed histarically into them. The chains let her feet get about 4 inches apart, and in the middle there was a long dangling chain. I smiled deviously with excitement and anticipation as I pulled the chain down and her feet toward me. “Oh, shit,” she whimpered between giggling into her hands.
With one hand I held the chain, tight! With the other hand I circled her large, slippery, vulnerable, extra-sensitive feet. Her newfound ticklishness was wonderful to me, and hellish for her. After about five seconds of tickling she pulled away again. I pulled her back down. As they slid to the edge, she kept the soles down. “Ah ah ah!” I taunted. “You can’t hide them from me.” She screamed and laughed and thrashed about the bed. She pounded with her fists on the bed as my finger nimbly glided all over her soles. I ran a finger up the outside of her foot. She yelped once again pulled away. I inhaled and exhaled in mock frustration as I pulled her feet back down again. She was giggling so much she looked like she needed a straight jacket. I looped the chain around my hand twice and kneeled by the foot of the bed. I flicked at her toes and she pulled away, but this time made no progress. I scribbled madly all over her feet and he howled twice as madly! I scratched up and down rapidly on her instep and she kept tugging and laughing. Now the chain was between my knees to keep it still. I felt dizzy with power and tickling glee. She screamed into her hands as I explored her feet thoroughly for the first real time.
Neither she nor I knew just how ticklish her feet were until this moment. The lotion, which she was so thankful for, had become her undoing. She never would have agreed if she knew what it would do so I just jumped in with it.
The jerking continued. Then I hit a super sweet spot and I pulled down as she jerked so violently that she broke…Off the chain! In three places to be exact; she separated the ankle chains (rendering the bonds useless), she pulled so hard the one I held snapped of and where they all met there were three chain links lying there.
I stood with the chains remains in my hand. I was wide-eyed and dumbfounded. She was laughing again. But now, she laughed with bemusement. Giggling and guffawing and rolling around on the bed. I stood, holding the chain, watching her. I would occasionally look at my hand, then back to her. This made her laugh more. Finally I smile a little and face-palmed. I gave an exasperated sigh and she calmed down. “I’m sorry!” She half giggled half bellowed.
“It is your chain,” I explained stupidly. The look she gave me said, sorrowfully, that isn’t what I meant and you know it. I gave a wistful sigh, then I threw the chain on the other bed and said, “Turn over.” She did so. She normally doesn’t take orders, but now she didn’t know what else to do. “Scoot down.” I lovingly and gently commanded. She did so without question. Now her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. “Little further,” I coached. When there was just enough room I said, “Good, stop. Now get ready.” I then mounted her ankles and sat gently on her calves. The bed was just the right height so I was basically still standing as I trapped her feet, toes pointing down.
“Oh, God!” She woefully exclaimed. That’s right! I thought. You better pray! Then both hands raked up and down her moist soles. The laughter that wasn’t muffled as she shoved her face into the pillow echoed off the hotel walls. I was in ecstasy! I felt intoxicated with lust. She bucked and flailed and begged for it to stop. I was rock hard. My eyes closed and I tilted my head up. I immersed myself in her giggles as I felt her feet wiggle and flail about. I had to undo my pants as I was afraid the zipper might break. I even thought about touching myself. But I never did. I wanted two hands focused on these feet at all times. This vacation was turning out to be really good!
After about five minutes, (which was along time to be under my control, for her anyway) she pulled away under my groin. I jumped back and sat on her knees. I wrapped my legs around her shins and brought her feet up to my face. I nuzzled the slightly moist soles to my cheek stubble and she screamed! “Mmmm,” I cooed. “Yummy,” I then stuck my tongue out licked her feet from heel to toe and started sucking on her second toe on her left foot.
She bucked and struggled and laughed wildly. I jumped and thrashed with her. She bought me a ticket; I rode the ride. I covered her soles with kisses. I licked her toes in a random order. I buried my face in feet and blew raspberry after raspberry into the middle of her feet. I could barely taste the lotion, which was almost gone now. I was in heaven.
Finally she reached behind her and tickled my ribs. I lost my composure and fell back. She rolled over on top of me. She kissed me deeply. I seemed to have turned her on a bit. Not all the screams were from laughing. Her feet are rather erogenous. We made out, fooled around, rested for half an hour and then we planned the rest of our day.
Recharged, we went out to meet the masses of fellow otaku!
She was just so damn ticklish. Seriously, she was off the chain!
My ex, on rare occasions, would indulge my tickling fetish. The ‘ler side, I mean. She was a power domme and had a problem with being tied up. As a tickler herself, she would indulge, and still does, every chance she could.
In May, we attended an anime convention. We were having the time of our lives. But the Con is like 35% walking and 15% standing. So it is, sadly, 35% resting. So there is a lot of down time. We were in the hotel room and just got back I was stretching. I flopped down next to her on the bed. We both gave off a bored vibe.
“So,” she inquired. “What do you wanna do?” This question is normally a trap to get me to say what she wants to do, which is unpredictable. But I had no earthly idea what to do. Also, I was a bit tired myself.
“I…” I exhaled deeply, “dunno.”
“Hmm,” she contemplated and looked around the room, blithely. “Do you…wanna tickle me?” She asked almost dishearteningly. I knew I had to be subtle, calm and choose my words carefully. I wanted to look cool and collected; I almost wanted to look and sound as disheartened as I could. I try to be as calculating as possible at all times. This would be one of my slip-ups. I stared off and tried to look cool. My mind raced for a good response. I slowly lifted my head as if to show stoic strength. I held my breath so as not to give away my excitement. Think, I thought, Think hard and fast! Ironically, that is what my body did, and how it did it. I went form from ground level to through the roof so fast I could have blasted a whole in the wall if I was up against it.
“Yes.” I said succinctly, as I exhaled. “Yes I do!” Not smooth, not cool, not anything I wanted. But fuck it.
She smiled and said, “Kay, get the cuffs out of my bag. I retrieved the makeshift restraints she had made from some wrist cuffs and a chain that was attached to a dress for aesthetic reasons. The chain was weak but served its purpose. I brought them to the bed.
Let me quick set the scene: The only light was in the room was coming from around the curtains and a little out of the bathroom. She was in a short dress and a sexy lacy shirt. She fit right in at the convention. Her shoes were off and on the edge of the bed. Her creamy white feet were just calling to me in that empty room. I was wearing a t-shirt, jeans and slippers. (whatever)
I just stood there with the cuffs like, Okay, now what. I may be a switch and know how to take charge, but when she was involved, I wait for instructions. “Cuff my feet.” I did so. Now we were ready to go. She leaned back and braced herself. With deep exhale she more or less motioned for me to start. Mmmm, this isn’t enough. It needs something. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right!
“Be right back,” I proclaimed and retreated to the bathroom.
“O-kay?” She sounded puzzled as to why I would walk away from bound feet. Little did she know I wanted to take advantage of the hotel room as much as I was able. (When you pay Chicago/O’hare prices, BY YOURSELF, you use all the complimentary stuff you can) I returned with a bottle from the bathroom, popped the top, squirted a liberal amount of the contents into my hands and rubbed them together. She saw this, sat up a little and went, “Uhhhh.” I then approached her hands reaching for her feet. She said with a concerned tone, “Um, what are you-OOHHHH YEAHHH!!” She then flopped back down with a moan of ecstasy as I massaged the lotion into her feet. She loves having her feet pampered! She once commented that she was psyched I had a mild foot fetish because it meant I loved giving foot rubs. She also liked that I got something out of them, too. This, however, was bigger than a usual foot rub. As I mentioned we had been walking all day more or less. So with the lotion and the relief this particular massage felt soooooo gooooood! She was practically moaning as she laid back.
It worked for me, too; 45 seconds into the massage, I surprised her with her first lotioned foot tickle! One scrape from heel to ball with four fingers was all it took! From, “Ooooooo…” to, “GWAAAAAAAAAA!!! Hahahaha!” In an instant! Her feet pulled away and she covered her face with her hands and laughed histarically into them. The chains let her feet get about 4 inches apart, and in the middle there was a long dangling chain. I smiled deviously with excitement and anticipation as I pulled the chain down and her feet toward me. “Oh, shit,” she whimpered between giggling into her hands.
With one hand I held the chain, tight! With the other hand I circled her large, slippery, vulnerable, extra-sensitive feet. Her newfound ticklishness was wonderful to me, and hellish for her. After about five seconds of tickling she pulled away again. I pulled her back down. As they slid to the edge, she kept the soles down. “Ah ah ah!” I taunted. “You can’t hide them from me.” She screamed and laughed and thrashed about the bed. She pounded with her fists on the bed as my finger nimbly glided all over her soles. I ran a finger up the outside of her foot. She yelped once again pulled away. I inhaled and exhaled in mock frustration as I pulled her feet back down again. She was giggling so much she looked like she needed a straight jacket. I looped the chain around my hand twice and kneeled by the foot of the bed. I flicked at her toes and she pulled away, but this time made no progress. I scribbled madly all over her feet and he howled twice as madly! I scratched up and down rapidly on her instep and she kept tugging and laughing. Now the chain was between my knees to keep it still. I felt dizzy with power and tickling glee. She screamed into her hands as I explored her feet thoroughly for the first real time.
Neither she nor I knew just how ticklish her feet were until this moment. The lotion, which she was so thankful for, had become her undoing. She never would have agreed if she knew what it would do so I just jumped in with it.
The jerking continued. Then I hit a super sweet spot and I pulled down as she jerked so violently that she broke…Off the chain! In three places to be exact; she separated the ankle chains (rendering the bonds useless), she pulled so hard the one I held snapped of and where they all met there were three chain links lying there.
I stood with the chains remains in my hand. I was wide-eyed and dumbfounded. She was laughing again. But now, she laughed with bemusement. Giggling and guffawing and rolling around on the bed. I stood, holding the chain, watching her. I would occasionally look at my hand, then back to her. This made her laugh more. Finally I smile a little and face-palmed. I gave an exasperated sigh and she calmed down. “I’m sorry!” She half giggled half bellowed.
“It is your chain,” I explained stupidly. The look she gave me said, sorrowfully, that isn’t what I meant and you know it. I gave a wistful sigh, then I threw the chain on the other bed and said, “Turn over.” She did so. She normally doesn’t take orders, but now she didn’t know what else to do. “Scoot down.” I lovingly and gently commanded. She did so without question. Now her feet were dangling off the edge of the bed. “Little further,” I coached. When there was just enough room I said, “Good, stop. Now get ready.” I then mounted her ankles and sat gently on her calves. The bed was just the right height so I was basically still standing as I trapped her feet, toes pointing down.
“Oh, God!” She woefully exclaimed. That’s right! I thought. You better pray! Then both hands raked up and down her moist soles. The laughter that wasn’t muffled as she shoved her face into the pillow echoed off the hotel walls. I was in ecstasy! I felt intoxicated with lust. She bucked and flailed and begged for it to stop. I was rock hard. My eyes closed and I tilted my head up. I immersed myself in her giggles as I felt her feet wiggle and flail about. I had to undo my pants as I was afraid the zipper might break. I even thought about touching myself. But I never did. I wanted two hands focused on these feet at all times. This vacation was turning out to be really good!
After about five minutes, (which was along time to be under my control, for her anyway) she pulled away under my groin. I jumped back and sat on her knees. I wrapped my legs around her shins and brought her feet up to my face. I nuzzled the slightly moist soles to my cheek stubble and she screamed! “Mmmm,” I cooed. “Yummy,” I then stuck my tongue out licked her feet from heel to toe and started sucking on her second toe on her left foot.
She bucked and struggled and laughed wildly. I jumped and thrashed with her. She bought me a ticket; I rode the ride. I covered her soles with kisses. I licked her toes in a random order. I buried my face in feet and blew raspberry after raspberry into the middle of her feet. I could barely taste the lotion, which was almost gone now. I was in heaven.
Finally she reached behind her and tickled my ribs. I lost my composure and fell back. She rolled over on top of me. She kissed me deeply. I seemed to have turned her on a bit. Not all the screams were from laughing. Her feet are rather erogenous. We made out, fooled around, rested for half an hour and then we planned the rest of our day.
Recharged, we went out to meet the masses of fellow otaku!
She was just so damn ticklish. Seriously, she was off the chain!
