Michael514
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Well another rain day and I have the day off again, without pay of course. This was an experience I just had happen to me earlier this morning I thought I would share.
My wife is also home too today, so we thought we would spend some time together and we went to breakfast and when we came home we washed up and I asked her if she would come downstairs, lay on my weightbench and let me lock her ankles in my home-made stocks and tend to her soft, tired feet. She gave me a dirty look, shook her head and said," all you're going to do is tickle my feet".
I promised her that I wouldn't and I would be nice so after practically begging she gave in and we went downstairs and she went into them. Before she went in she snuck down a bottle of skin lotion with her and told me she wanted me to rub it on her feet too if I was going to tickle.
I agreed and started to rub and tickle at the same time, strangely I found myself rubbing and massaging them more then tickling them, very strange and unlike myself. But her feet looked good and I was enjoying it. I was tickling her toes too and she wiggled a little but I was content this time mostly massaging them.
See she isn't ticklish down there but she lets me tickle them quite a bit beacuse she knows I love too. Well we finished then she turned the tables and said," oh now it's your turn". I was stunned to hear her say that but I wasted no time and I went into them. She locked my ankles in them, pulled off my white socks and started to rub the lotion on, then she stopped and walked over to my workbench.
See the weightbench is by my workbench which is where my tools are. she started getting certain items and started tickling my soft, lotioned bare feet. I have no idea what tools they were but they were very effective. I was wiggling my feet, giggling like crazy and struggling to get away. I looked up and I saw she sat there with this devilish grin and laughing as she tickled me. I never saw this look before. I have to admitt it drove me crazy. She persistantly tickled my feet for about fifteen good minutes while I layed there laughing.
After the fifteen minutes she said sadistically," I think you've had enough, let's go up stairs and climb in bed and have some fun". So I went up with her, we went to our room, I climbed in bed and she went to the closet and got two of my dress belts. I asked her if she wanted me to tie her up. She said no and that she wanted to tie me up and have some fun. Well I figured there was nothing wrong with that considering my wife isn't into tickling at all and it was going to be just harmless, innocent fore-play. WRONG!!!!!
She tied my wrists with the belts, then tied the other end of the belts to the bedposts. She let my ankles alone and didn't tie them, she then sat on my waist, faced up at me and said," downstairs I did your feet now it's the rest of you".
I had a look of shock on my face and in all the years we've been together I've never seen her this sneaky and diabolicle like I am with her. Well she dug into my armpits and I went berzerk. I was laughing, screaming and pleading for her to stop. She did stop just long enough to tickle my sides which also send me into gales of hysterical laughter. She then reached back and got the back of my knees which drove me mad with thrashing and laughter. She even went back to my feet for a quick tickle. If my ankles were tied I would have been totally helpless.
She tickled the @*#! out of me for twenty additional minutes. I was thrashing, begging and laughing until she stopped. She was merciful however, she did give me little breathing breaks in between. I told her the next time I get her in the stocks, ticklish or not, I was going to tickle her feet and besides I know that sometimes her neck is ticklish. The next time she is in the stocks instead of tying her hands above her head I'm going to wrap her up, like a mummy, in a blanket and go to town on her. I can't wait for that to happen.
My wife is also home too today, so we thought we would spend some time together and we went to breakfast and when we came home we washed up and I asked her if she would come downstairs, lay on my weightbench and let me lock her ankles in my home-made stocks and tend to her soft, tired feet. She gave me a dirty look, shook her head and said," all you're going to do is tickle my feet".
I promised her that I wouldn't and I would be nice so after practically begging she gave in and we went downstairs and she went into them. Before she went in she snuck down a bottle of skin lotion with her and told me she wanted me to rub it on her feet too if I was going to tickle.
I agreed and started to rub and tickle at the same time, strangely I found myself rubbing and massaging them more then tickling them, very strange and unlike myself. But her feet looked good and I was enjoying it. I was tickling her toes too and she wiggled a little but I was content this time mostly massaging them.
See she isn't ticklish down there but she lets me tickle them quite a bit beacuse she knows I love too. Well we finished then she turned the tables and said," oh now it's your turn". I was stunned to hear her say that but I wasted no time and I went into them. She locked my ankles in them, pulled off my white socks and started to rub the lotion on, then she stopped and walked over to my workbench.
See the weightbench is by my workbench which is where my tools are. she started getting certain items and started tickling my soft, lotioned bare feet. I have no idea what tools they were but they were very effective. I was wiggling my feet, giggling like crazy and struggling to get away. I looked up and I saw she sat there with this devilish grin and laughing as she tickled me. I never saw this look before. I have to admitt it drove me crazy. She persistantly tickled my feet for about fifteen good minutes while I layed there laughing.
After the fifteen minutes she said sadistically," I think you've had enough, let's go up stairs and climb in bed and have some fun". So I went up with her, we went to our room, I climbed in bed and she went to the closet and got two of my dress belts. I asked her if she wanted me to tie her up. She said no and that she wanted to tie me up and have some fun. Well I figured there was nothing wrong with that considering my wife isn't into tickling at all and it was going to be just harmless, innocent fore-play. WRONG!!!!!
She tied my wrists with the belts, then tied the other end of the belts to the bedposts. She let my ankles alone and didn't tie them, she then sat on my waist, faced up at me and said," downstairs I did your feet now it's the rest of you".
I had a look of shock on my face and in all the years we've been together I've never seen her this sneaky and diabolicle like I am with her. Well she dug into my armpits and I went berzerk. I was laughing, screaming and pleading for her to stop. She did stop just long enough to tickle my sides which also send me into gales of hysterical laughter. She then reached back and got the back of my knees which drove me mad with thrashing and laughter. She even went back to my feet for a quick tickle. If my ankles were tied I would have been totally helpless.
She tickled the @*#! out of me for twenty additional minutes. I was thrashing, begging and laughing until she stopped. She was merciful however, she did give me little breathing breaks in between. I told her the next time I get her in the stocks, ticklish or not, I was going to tickle her feet and besides I know that sometimes her neck is ticklish. The next time she is in the stocks instead of tying her hands above her head I'm going to wrap her up, like a mummy, in a blanket and go to town on her. I can't wait for that to happen.
