This is a follow up to the story…I guess it’s gonna be a three-part story…so this is part II of “The Time They Got My EX”.
Someone asked if I got to endulge my wife's feet...the answer is yes, but only when she let me...a control thing.
There is another part, as my ex-wife did get revenge (on her sister), but someone asked if my ex let me indulge her ticklish feet while we were married.
She did…but not nearly enough. My wife was a control freak (that is why she’s my EX-wife); all tickling was at her discretion. I came out to her early in our relationship about my thing for tickling…and stockinged feet. At first, she thought I liked to be tickled; whenever we had a tickle-fight, well…she could tell I was excited. I explained the situation to her, and she was cool with it (anyone I’ve ever told about it…5 or 6 women in my life…has been cool with it).
But…as time passed, she wanted to control the situation. She was good at stories…sometimes I could get her to tell me tickling stories while we were fucking…usually involving a co-worker, a family member, or herself. But as for true nylon/pantyhose tickling sessions…they were rare. Sometimes she would let me tie and tickle her (we had a couple sets of wrist/ankle cuffs, along with a ‘bondage belt’…it velcroed around her waist, and had two Velcro handcuffs that would bind her arms to her sides). I can share a couple of these times with you.
My Ex was hot…an athletic Italian girl with long, dark-auburn hair and a great lower body. Very ticklish size-8 feet.
---Once, we went out of town for the night. She surprised me by coming out of the hotel bathroom in a French Maid outfit including black thigh-highs. She went around the room with a feather duster…and spoke in a French accent. She asked if she was a good maid…I said no. To punish her, I tied her to the desk chair in the room and pulled her over on her back. I then removed her black pumps and tickled her black-nyloned feet with my finger tips and teeth. If I dug my nails into her arch, and then wiggled my fingertips…she went nuts. I finally got her to “Sir, I will do ANYTHING if you stop tickling me…”. It was a good night.
--- I had this fantasy I shared with my Ex…to be driving in a car, have a woman in the back with her feet trapped between the seats, and to be able to tickle her feet while I drove. Being the control freak that she was…she waited a few years before indulging me. We were at a wedding…as we left that night and walked to the car she bit on my ear and asked me if I wanted to kidnap her. She then pulled a pair of cuffs from her purse. I cuffed her hands behind her back, put her in the backseat and belted her in…by the time I got to the driver’s seat she had her feet up on the arm rest, and was kicking off her sandals. Nude hose. I could tickle her a little while driving, but when I caught the red light, I would trap one ankle in the crook of my arm, and tickle her nyloned foot with my other hand…sometimes using a pen We played a spy-interrogation game. I finally parked in a dark lot…and she told me everything 😉 I remember her hair flying all around the back of the car.
---The best time though…I’ve never seen this in a video, but it would be cool…
The best time was on our anniversary. We used to go to the same place every year. On this occasion, I had to meet her after work. She actually stopped by my office and gave me the room key. When I got there…she had tied herself to the bed for me. She was wearing a one-piece Teddy, and tan nylons/pantyhose. Talk about a surprise turn on. I was so surprised that I almost skipped the tickling and fucked her right then and there.
Almost.
First, I inspected her tie-job. A soft cuff on each wrist and ankle, with white rope tied to the corners of the bed. Her right cuff was a little loose, so I tightened it. Then I teased her…all over. Like I said…I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I told her that. She complained that she was getting cold or something, so I threw the bedspread, that was at the foot of the bed, up over her. Then I teased her some more, mostly around her neck and ears.
The next move kind of just came to me…
I was going to pull the bedspread up, expose just her stockinged feet, and start tickling them. But….the bedspread was really tucked in. I tickled her legs a bit through the blanket…and I spotted her cosmetic bag on the table. She always had some kind of scissors. I took her little cuticle scissors and sliced through the bedspread around one foot, and then the other. She laid there, her head sticking out on one end, and two eagle-spread tan-hosed feet at the other end of the dark blue blanket. I went to town on those…one foot at a time. I used my fingers, my mouth, anything in the room I could find. Her feet were immobile. She was laughing so hard I thought someone might call security…
I gave her feet a little break…tickled her upper body a bit…and then went back to those feet. I wish I’d had a camera…
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So…those are my little stories…I hope they were OK…I will get to the third story as soon as I can.
Someone asked if I got to endulge my wife's feet...the answer is yes, but only when she let me...a control thing.
There is another part, as my ex-wife did get revenge (on her sister), but someone asked if my ex let me indulge her ticklish feet while we were married.
She did…but not nearly enough. My wife was a control freak (that is why she’s my EX-wife); all tickling was at her discretion. I came out to her early in our relationship about my thing for tickling…and stockinged feet. At first, she thought I liked to be tickled; whenever we had a tickle-fight, well…she could tell I was excited. I explained the situation to her, and she was cool with it (anyone I’ve ever told about it…5 or 6 women in my life…has been cool with it).
But…as time passed, she wanted to control the situation. She was good at stories…sometimes I could get her to tell me tickling stories while we were fucking…usually involving a co-worker, a family member, or herself. But as for true nylon/pantyhose tickling sessions…they were rare. Sometimes she would let me tie and tickle her (we had a couple sets of wrist/ankle cuffs, along with a ‘bondage belt’…it velcroed around her waist, and had two Velcro handcuffs that would bind her arms to her sides). I can share a couple of these times with you.
My Ex was hot…an athletic Italian girl with long, dark-auburn hair and a great lower body. Very ticklish size-8 feet.
---Once, we went out of town for the night. She surprised me by coming out of the hotel bathroom in a French Maid outfit including black thigh-highs. She went around the room with a feather duster…and spoke in a French accent. She asked if she was a good maid…I said no. To punish her, I tied her to the desk chair in the room and pulled her over on her back. I then removed her black pumps and tickled her black-nyloned feet with my finger tips and teeth. If I dug my nails into her arch, and then wiggled my fingertips…she went nuts. I finally got her to “Sir, I will do ANYTHING if you stop tickling me…”. It was a good night.
--- I had this fantasy I shared with my Ex…to be driving in a car, have a woman in the back with her feet trapped between the seats, and to be able to tickle her feet while I drove. Being the control freak that she was…she waited a few years before indulging me. We were at a wedding…as we left that night and walked to the car she bit on my ear and asked me if I wanted to kidnap her. She then pulled a pair of cuffs from her purse. I cuffed her hands behind her back, put her in the backseat and belted her in…by the time I got to the driver’s seat she had her feet up on the arm rest, and was kicking off her sandals. Nude hose. I could tickle her a little while driving, but when I caught the red light, I would trap one ankle in the crook of my arm, and tickle her nyloned foot with my other hand…sometimes using a pen We played a spy-interrogation game. I finally parked in a dark lot…and she told me everything 😉 I remember her hair flying all around the back of the car.
---The best time though…I’ve never seen this in a video, but it would be cool…
The best time was on our anniversary. We used to go to the same place every year. On this occasion, I had to meet her after work. She actually stopped by my office and gave me the room key. When I got there…she had tied herself to the bed for me. She was wearing a one-piece Teddy, and tan nylons/pantyhose. Talk about a surprise turn on. I was so surprised that I almost skipped the tickling and fucked her right then and there.
Almost.
First, I inspected her tie-job. A soft cuff on each wrist and ankle, with white rope tied to the corners of the bed. Her right cuff was a little loose, so I tightened it. Then I teased her…all over. Like I said…I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I told her that. She complained that she was getting cold or something, so I threw the bedspread, that was at the foot of the bed, up over her. Then I teased her some more, mostly around her neck and ears.
The next move kind of just came to me…
I was going to pull the bedspread up, expose just her stockinged feet, and start tickling them. But….the bedspread was really tucked in. I tickled her legs a bit through the blanket…and I spotted her cosmetic bag on the table. She always had some kind of scissors. I took her little cuticle scissors and sliced through the bedspread around one foot, and then the other. She laid there, her head sticking out on one end, and two eagle-spread tan-hosed feet at the other end of the dark blue blanket. I went to town on those…one foot at a time. I used my fingers, my mouth, anything in the room I could find. Her feet were immobile. She was laughing so hard I thought someone might call security…
I gave her feet a little break…tickled her upper body a bit…and then went back to those feet. I wish I’d had a camera…
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So…those are my little stories…I hope they were OK…I will get to the third story as soon as I can.
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