She entered the house, exhausted after a long day of work. She was still wearing her outfit from the day: a pair of comfortable but stylish black flats, a matching black pencil skirt and a simple, sky blue button up shirt. Her short, blonde hair was styled cutely with a neat tousle and her tired, brown eyes were still bright despite the long day. Even though she looked well, she felt pretty awful. She had had a busy day and I really needed to unwind.
She plopped down onto my couch with a sigh and then started to massage her ankles as they were quite worn from the day. She moved her hands down and took her shoes off of her feet. Then, as she looked at them, she decided that she deserved a little treat. She called for me and I came to her without a moment's hesitation. I knew exactly what she wanted.
She lifted her legs onto my lap and I and lightly dragged my fingers over the sole of her left foot just to warm her up. She twitched slightly and giggled just a little. She must have been enjoying it because she smiled and barely moved a muscle, and said "Ok, This I can deal with."
Then, I scratched the soles of her feet. Her giggling grew louder and it came in bursts. This was more intense for her. As I brushed over a sensitive spot with just the right amount of pressure, she jerked a foot away with a burst of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA NO! HEHEHEHEHE" She tried to say some more things, but they were muffled from the laughs. They sounded like her trying to say "OK" several times, and taking a deep breathe when she could and breathed out through her mouth as if to try to gain composure. I pulled it back into place and readied my next move.
I leaned down and began to kiss her foot from heel to toe. This had her giggles subdued once again but it was not an ineffective tactic. I felt her twitch slightly and heard a light chuckle. She was not overwhelmed by this but the way she bit her lip and tensed her legs told me that it was getting to her. There were a few times I'd hit just the right spot and through the soft giggles there would be a "No!" like "not there." As she tried to catch her breath, she commented "You are really, really really into this foot thing." As if she wasn't. ha.
Next, I decided to kiss each one of her toes and had her recite a little piggy phrase. She laughed and practically squealed after each kiss and covered her face with her hands in slight embarrassment. It was as if she could not handle the sensation but simultaneously enjoyed it. She recited "This little piggy went to the market"... "this little piggy stayed home." "This little piggy had ice cream." I looked up at her because that's not the phrase I remembered. She commented with "I am jealous of that bitch." As she said the next line, she knew she was getting near the end "And this little piggy had none." With a laugh she said "I don't want to say the last thing!" After a pause she said "And this little piggy cried we we we all the way home" she could barely get to the end of the phrase before I was munching on her foot and she immediately went into heavy laughter begging me "OK OK OK!" Her laughter was peppered with profanities in dismay of her situation, and then made me stop.
I left the room for a second to get some tools to use and returned. Just the sight of the dental floss, a hair clip, paper, and vibrating massager had her eyes open widely, laugh, and say "OH GOD!"
I then took a piece of dental floss. I ran it in between each of her toes. She would giggle and clench her toes as the floss ran between them and then she would hold still when the floss was pulled away. Her laughter came in bursts each time the floss ran between her toes. She commented with "Oh God!..(more laughter.) I'm gonna cr I'm gonna...I'm gonna cry" There were actual tears coming out just from having been laughing for a few minutes straight. I laughed at her as this happened and she pointed in a joking fashion at my face "Don't laugh at me! I'm suppose to be the one laughing!" Her laughter was mixed with her for some reason trying to be quiet and cover her mouth and her shooting her head back in a cackle when i hit just the right spot in between her toes. She commented on the thorough job I was doing with another "OH MY GOD!"
After that, I took a hair clip and ran it across the soles of her feet. The precise tip of the clip made it easy to concentrate pressure in one small area and she bellowed at a laugh at the feeling. the second it happened She tried to speak but only laughter would come out. Her feet were definitely the most ticklish part of her body. Through the laughter she commented on how it felt similar to when she gets a pedicure. This tool brought out laughter that was almost snort inducing for herself.
"Are your feet your most ticklish part of your body, or is it somewhere else?" I asked her as I put the clip down
"Oh no, Oh no, It's my feet." She breathed a few deep breathes and commented with "I'm totally sweating."
I wish I had something like a feather, but didn't so, the best I could do was Using a piece of paper, I lightly dusted it over the soles of her feet. It was a very gentle act and her body responded accordingly. Her giggles were soft and her toes curled ever so slightly. "My toes are freaking out", she commented. They twitched a little. She briefly caught the piece of paper between her toes as she clenched them and then she laughed in playful delight. "I caught it" she laughed some more, both at the feeling the paper was delivering, and at her playful antics. That became enough, and she ask I move on to something else.
I asked if I could suck her toes, but she refused because she just got off work, and she would feel embarrassed if her feet weren't totally clean.
Next, I decided to be merciless. I restrained her ankles so that she could not move them. I I told her precisely what I was going to do and she warned "If I kick you in the face, I totally don't mean it." I started. I used my fingers to tickle the bottoms of her feet continuously. She shrieked with laughter and her body writhed. She clenched her hands and her toes and covered her face as she laughed intensely. She tried her best to control herself but she could not. She finally told me I needed to stop or she would pee her pants.She looked at the clock and exclaimed "You've been tickling my feet for 10 minutes!", and that this is the most she's ever had her feet tickled in her life.
In a more daring act, I reached my arms up and began to tickle her sides. This drove her wild. Her whole body moved in an attempt to relieve the overwhelming feeling. Her face turned red and she had trouble breathing because of her laughter. She squirmed and squirmed until I eventually stopped and allowed her to catch her breath, after getting in her armpits, which got quite a rise out of her. I made fun of her because of how red she turned.She joked that it was like a workout.
"How do you do at pedicures?" I ask
"Oh, they all laugh at me. I jerk my feet. Yeah. They laugh at me.. They find it so comical, because...I just can't" She replies.
I laugh at the thought of that "Do you ever go with people who don't know you're ticklish?"
"Oh yea! My mother in law. She totally laughs at me. NOW she knows because we've gone several times, but yeah..."
"How much worse are your feet when you wear nylons?" I ask
"Oh my GOD! I couldn't handle what happened just now with nylons...Maybe if I was sitting on the toilet, because I would just pee.
"Really? They make THAT big of a difference for you?" I say, knowing that's true, but wanting her to talk about it more.
"Yes! Nylons are ridiculous! I don't wear them, because I just don't like them, but when I was younger and didn't have a choice, I would definitely notice, even just putting them on and taking them off, it would tickle."
"Can you tickle your own foot while scratching it?" I ask, knowing some very few people can do this.
"Um yeah, I do all the time. Even just putting lotion on my feet is ticklish. My feet are really, super, ridiculously ticklish."
I told her I wanted to see that. I instructed her to tickle her own feet while I watch. First, she used her own fingers to scratch the bottom of her feet. Although she was the one doing it, she was still affected by it. Her toes still curled and she still giggled as she had before. It was like a small, pleasurable massage to her feet but she could not handle it for long.
To step it up a notch, I gave her a hand-held vibrating massage tool to replace her scratching fingers. This was much more effective. She had difficulty keeping it pressed to her foot but she pushed through it. Her laughter was loud and she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to handle the tickling sensation. Her free hand curled into the fabric of her skirt as she tried to maintain her composure. There were several protests during it stating "I can't do this!" and saying "This is torture" But she knew I had a timer on ,and wanted it for a minute. She would beg to know how much time she had left after every 5 seconds and was so relieved when it was done.
Then, she put the massage tool down and breathed. Finally, she was satiated. And so was I.
She plopped down onto my couch with a sigh and then started to massage her ankles as they were quite worn from the day. She moved her hands down and took her shoes off of her feet. Then, as she looked at them, she decided that she deserved a little treat. She called for me and I came to her without a moment's hesitation. I knew exactly what she wanted.
She lifted her legs onto my lap and I and lightly dragged my fingers over the sole of her left foot just to warm her up. She twitched slightly and giggled just a little. She must have been enjoying it because she smiled and barely moved a muscle, and said "Ok, This I can deal with."
Then, I scratched the soles of her feet. Her giggling grew louder and it came in bursts. This was more intense for her. As I brushed over a sensitive spot with just the right amount of pressure, she jerked a foot away with a burst of laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA NO! HEHEHEHEHE" She tried to say some more things, but they were muffled from the laughs. They sounded like her trying to say "OK" several times, and taking a deep breathe when she could and breathed out through her mouth as if to try to gain composure. I pulled it back into place and readied my next move.
I leaned down and began to kiss her foot from heel to toe. This had her giggles subdued once again but it was not an ineffective tactic. I felt her twitch slightly and heard a light chuckle. She was not overwhelmed by this but the way she bit her lip and tensed her legs told me that it was getting to her. There were a few times I'd hit just the right spot and through the soft giggles there would be a "No!" like "not there." As she tried to catch her breath, she commented "You are really, really really into this foot thing." As if she wasn't. ha.
Next, I decided to kiss each one of her toes and had her recite a little piggy phrase. She laughed and practically squealed after each kiss and covered her face with her hands in slight embarrassment. It was as if she could not handle the sensation but simultaneously enjoyed it. She recited "This little piggy went to the market"... "this little piggy stayed home." "This little piggy had ice cream." I looked up at her because that's not the phrase I remembered. She commented with "I am jealous of that bitch." As she said the next line, she knew she was getting near the end "And this little piggy had none." With a laugh she said "I don't want to say the last thing!" After a pause she said "And this little piggy cried we we we all the way home" she could barely get to the end of the phrase before I was munching on her foot and she immediately went into heavy laughter begging me "OK OK OK!" Her laughter was peppered with profanities in dismay of her situation, and then made me stop.
I left the room for a second to get some tools to use and returned. Just the sight of the dental floss, a hair clip, paper, and vibrating massager had her eyes open widely, laugh, and say "OH GOD!"
I then took a piece of dental floss. I ran it in between each of her toes. She would giggle and clench her toes as the floss ran between them and then she would hold still when the floss was pulled away. Her laughter came in bursts each time the floss ran between her toes. She commented with "Oh God!..(more laughter.) I'm gonna cr I'm gonna...I'm gonna cry" There were actual tears coming out just from having been laughing for a few minutes straight. I laughed at her as this happened and she pointed in a joking fashion at my face "Don't laugh at me! I'm suppose to be the one laughing!" Her laughter was mixed with her for some reason trying to be quiet and cover her mouth and her shooting her head back in a cackle when i hit just the right spot in between her toes. She commented on the thorough job I was doing with another "OH MY GOD!"
After that, I took a hair clip and ran it across the soles of her feet. The precise tip of the clip made it easy to concentrate pressure in one small area and she bellowed at a laugh at the feeling. the second it happened She tried to speak but only laughter would come out. Her feet were definitely the most ticklish part of her body. Through the laughter she commented on how it felt similar to when she gets a pedicure. This tool brought out laughter that was almost snort inducing for herself.
"Are your feet your most ticklish part of your body, or is it somewhere else?" I asked her as I put the clip down
"Oh no, Oh no, It's my feet." She breathed a few deep breathes and commented with "I'm totally sweating."
I wish I had something like a feather, but didn't so, the best I could do was Using a piece of paper, I lightly dusted it over the soles of her feet. It was a very gentle act and her body responded accordingly. Her giggles were soft and her toes curled ever so slightly. "My toes are freaking out", she commented. They twitched a little. She briefly caught the piece of paper between her toes as she clenched them and then she laughed in playful delight. "I caught it" she laughed some more, both at the feeling the paper was delivering, and at her playful antics. That became enough, and she ask I move on to something else.
I asked if I could suck her toes, but she refused because she just got off work, and she would feel embarrassed if her feet weren't totally clean.
Next, I decided to be merciless. I restrained her ankles so that she could not move them. I I told her precisely what I was going to do and she warned "If I kick you in the face, I totally don't mean it." I started. I used my fingers to tickle the bottoms of her feet continuously. She shrieked with laughter and her body writhed. She clenched her hands and her toes and covered her face as she laughed intensely. She tried her best to control herself but she could not. She finally told me I needed to stop or she would pee her pants.She looked at the clock and exclaimed "You've been tickling my feet for 10 minutes!", and that this is the most she's ever had her feet tickled in her life.
In a more daring act, I reached my arms up and began to tickle her sides. This drove her wild. Her whole body moved in an attempt to relieve the overwhelming feeling. Her face turned red and she had trouble breathing because of her laughter. She squirmed and squirmed until I eventually stopped and allowed her to catch her breath, after getting in her armpits, which got quite a rise out of her. I made fun of her because of how red she turned.She joked that it was like a workout.
"How do you do at pedicures?" I ask
"Oh, they all laugh at me. I jerk my feet. Yeah. They laugh at me.. They find it so comical, because...I just can't" She replies.
I laugh at the thought of that "Do you ever go with people who don't know you're ticklish?"
"Oh yea! My mother in law. She totally laughs at me. NOW she knows because we've gone several times, but yeah..."
"How much worse are your feet when you wear nylons?" I ask
"Oh my GOD! I couldn't handle what happened just now with nylons...Maybe if I was sitting on the toilet, because I would just pee.
"Really? They make THAT big of a difference for you?" I say, knowing that's true, but wanting her to talk about it more.
"Yes! Nylons are ridiculous! I don't wear them, because I just don't like them, but when I was younger and didn't have a choice, I would definitely notice, even just putting them on and taking them off, it would tickle."
"Can you tickle your own foot while scratching it?" I ask, knowing some very few people can do this.
"Um yeah, I do all the time. Even just putting lotion on my feet is ticklish. My feet are really, super, ridiculously ticklish."
I told her I wanted to see that. I instructed her to tickle her own feet while I watch. First, she used her own fingers to scratch the bottom of her feet. Although she was the one doing it, she was still affected by it. Her toes still curled and she still giggled as she had before. It was like a small, pleasurable massage to her feet but she could not handle it for long.
To step it up a notch, I gave her a hand-held vibrating massage tool to replace her scratching fingers. This was much more effective. She had difficulty keeping it pressed to her foot but she pushed through it. Her laughter was loud and she squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to handle the tickling sensation. Her free hand curled into the fabric of her skirt as she tried to maintain her composure. There were several protests during it stating "I can't do this!" and saying "This is torture" But she knew I had a timer on ,and wanted it for a minute. She would beg to know how much time she had left after every 5 seconds and was so relieved when it was done.
Then, she put the massage tool down and breathed. Finally, she was satiated. And so was I.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
