tickledjill01
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The following is a fictionalized version of something that really happened to me some years ago.
I want to share the story of the worst tickling I ever received. It happened when I was 19, and it honestly changed something inside of me.
It was a Saturday evening back in the spring of my freshman year in college. My best friend Sarah lived with a few roommates in a house off-campus, and she was hosting a party. A bunch of my friends were there, and we were hanging out in Sarah's finished basement. By midnight the crowd had thinned out, and it was just me, Sarah, one of Sarah's roommates Chloe (who was a few years older), and Chloe's boyfriend Tyler. Chloe suggested we play truth or dare, and the others agreed.
To be honest, the game is kind of a blur in my memory until my first turn. I picked "dare", and Chloe grinned mischievously and said, "I dare you to let me tie you up." I was feeling brave and maybe a little flustered, so I agreed. Little did I know where it would lead. Chloe asked Sarah if she had any scarves, and Sarah grabbed a couple from the laundry basket. Chloe then tied by wrists securely behind my back, and tied my ankles together. She then looped the scarf around my ankles through the scarf on my wrists and cinched it tight, pulling me into a hogtie position. I was bound tight, with no way to cover myself. This made me feel nervous, but also a little excited.
"All done," announced Chloe. I pulled at the bonds on my wrists and ankles, but they held tight and I was completely stuck. The others laughed at my predicament. I felt a little embarrassed, but I also liked the attention.
It was Sarah who started it, with just a light poke on my ribs. In general I am a pretty sensitive person, probably 9/10 on the ticklish scale. But being tied up and unable to escape changed everything, and my ticklishness increased tenfold. That tiny poke elicited a loud laugh from me, which I couldn't suppress. I didn't know it then, but I was toast.
The vibration of my laughter drew the others in like sharks to blood in the water. Tyler asked "Are you ticklish, Jill?", and he and Chloe grinned at each other. I could only giggle in response. Then Tyler and Chloe went straight for my sides and stomach. It felt like I had been zapped with electricity. I immediately tried to squirm away, but the knots were tight and I wasn't going anywhere. Tyler said "I guess we have our answer," and the tickling continued as I tried in vain to escape. I couldn't do anything but endure their tickling fingers. I was sobbing with laughter, my body jerking against the knots as their fingers danced all over my sensitive midsection. Being restrained meant I couldn't curl up to protect my stomach. When I could get a word in between wheezing gasps, I begged them to stop, but they just smiled gleefully at me and kept going. Chloe in particular seemed to relish in making me suffer. They had me convulsing from the tickling on my sides, and instead of coming to my rescue, Sarah was only egging them on.
While Chloe worked on my ribs, Tyler moved his hands upward to wriggle his index fingers into my armpits. The feeling was so intense I didn't think I could take it. I was a mess of giggles and pleas, writhing helplessly as they attacked my upper body relentlessly. The gentle yet unyielding wiggling of Tyler's fingers in my super-ticklish armpits was driving me crazy. He would pause every 20 seconds or so, only to start again.
Chloe and Tyler's torment continued. I went from thinking I might pass out, to worrying I would pee my pants, to hoping I would pass out. Between guffaws, I begged them to stop. "NOOOO!!!! STAHAHAHAAAP IT!!! ILL DIEHIHIHI!!!" That earned me nothing but more tickling! After about five minutes, I started to worry I might die for real. Chloe was moving between my ribs, hip bones, and stomach, keeping me guessing where the next onslaught would come. Tyler was alternating between fast and slow tickles in my armpit. I didn't think it could get any worse (only later would I learn how wrong I was...).
Just when my lungs felt like they were going to burst out of my chest, the Chloe stopped and said to Tyler "I think she's had enough, we don't want to kill our little friend, do we?" I gulped down air trying to catch my breath, thanking my lucky stars. Sarah came over and gently stroked my hair, and asked if I was ok. "Oh my god, I never knew anything could tickle that much!" was my beleaguered reply. "Sorry Jill, I guess we got carried away" apologized Chloe. I lay there for two full minutes trying to catch my breath. Once I had mostly recovered, I said "It's ok. Man, that dare was more than I signed up for."
Sarah moved down to my legs and started pulling at the scarf around my ankles, I assumed it was to untie me. But instead, this was the moment that turned the "worst tickling of my life" into a full-blown crisis. Sarah paused for a moment, and said slyly "Hmmm, let's see something first....". She slowly started peeling off my thin white socks. The feeling of cool air on my bare feet was a shock, and when I realized what was going to be done to me, I flipped out. Like, total panic mode. My whole body seized up, and I shrieked, "No! Not my feet! Don't you dare, Sarah!" My feet are hands-down my most ticklish spot, and they were completely exposed. To have my bare feet tickled while bound and helpless was almost unthinkable.
"I love the blue nail polish" Sarah teased. "You made your feet all pretty for us!" Her flattery made me blush. But I was shuddering at the anticipation, tensing every muscle in my body and instinctively wiggling my toes, silently cursing my decision to pick "dare". Sarah continued: "I wonder what would happen if I did...this!" At that, she ran one fingertip along the top of my right foot. I shrieked and kicked wildly, but with my ankles and wrists bound tightly behind me, I couldn't defend myself. Sarah continued with several fingertips dancing along the top of my bare right foot. I was such a mess of girlish giggles that I couldn't form the words to beg her to stop.
Then Tyler joined in, lightly poking the sole of my left foot, and my shrieking jumped an octave. If I thought the top of my foot was ticklish, the sole was twice as bad. It tickled so much I thought I would explode. I was the youngest of three siblings, and my older brother and sister had occasionally tickled my feet when we were growing up. But never for more than a few seconds. Never when I was tied up. And never with the intensity I was now experiencing. While Sarah and Tyler continued their assault on my bare feet, Chloe was just watching the ordeal and grinning ear-to-ear.
After a couple minutes, Chloe said "What a minute guys, this isn't right." Sarah and Tyler reluctantly stopped the tickling. I was grateful that at least one person recognized I was being pushed way past my limits. I was relieved the ordeal was over, it had been way too intense. Once I could gather my wits, I thanked Chloe profusely. It was all the worse, then, when Chloe continued "You should do it like this" and started gently scratching my right instep. I screamed like I had been hit with a cattle prod. I swear that if I weren't tied so tightly, I would have hit the ceiling. Chloe had these sharp acrylic nails, which were devastating against my insanely sensitive foot. Chloe then started the same procedure on my left foot. Another scream.
"Looks like we hit gold guys," gloated Chloe. "Join the fun!". At this Sarah and Tyler joined back in, copying Chloe's technique of gently scratches along the soles. I was going crazy. The sensation was overwhelming, sending jolts of ticklish torture straight to my brain. I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face, begging them to stop, but they just kept going, working every inch of my feet. All I could do was lie there and take it, my toes curling uselessly as they teased my worst spots. "What's the matter, is the little girl ticklish?" teased Chloe is a baby voice. Sarah joined in with "You're laughing so much, I can tell you love this."
The tickling went on minute after torturous minute. My begging had deteriorated to meaningless babble, which my friends though was hilarious. I kept hoping they would get tired, or take mercy on my over-stimulated soul, but I would get no reprieve. They seemed to relish in making me suffer. If they had paused long enough to let me speak, I would have offered anything to get them to stop. But I wouldn't get the opportunity. Nothing but more tickling and teasing from them.
So there I was, face down on the floor, hands and ankles tied behind me, being tickled into insanity. Even though I couldn't stand the absolute torture they were inflicting on me, a small part of me found it exciting. It's hard to explain. I'm not sure what it was, maybe three people so focused on me and the intense sensations I was feeling. And somehow being tied up made me feel secure. Whatever the reason, I was mortified to find myself getting aroused. This was exacerbated by their teasing. It was so embarrassing because I was surrounded by friends, and my body was reacting to the restraint and the sensation. Chloe, being sharp as a tack, noticed my reaction. She saw my hips shift and the flush on my cheeks. With a knowing smirk, she stopped on my feet for a second and leaned down. "Oh, you're really loving this, aren't you?" she teased. I could only howl in response, wriggling as much as the scarves would let me (which was not much).
While Sarah and Tyler continued to relentlessly tickle the soles of my feet, Chloe started slowly running her fingers up the back of my legs and my inner thighs. The combination was too much. The intense tickling on my feet kept me in a state of extreme sensitivity, and then Chloe hitting my inner thighs sent a shockwave through me. I was overstimulated, caught between the laughter of the tickling and the throbbing arousal building in my core. I was grinding my pelvis on the carpeted floor, laughing/screaming/sobbing until my lungs hurt, and begging my friends to stop (when I could get a word out). Though I can admit that a small part of me hoped they wouldn't.
The arousal had reached a level I couldn't stand. As the ticklish torment continued, I thought I would pop from the excitement. But the thought of climaxing on Sarah's floor in front of everyone was beyond embarrassing. After what seemed like an hour of 30 tickling fingers on my soles and thighs (but was probably only five minutes), I couldn't hold it back any longer. Right there in the basement, bound tight with my friends laughing and teasing me, I had an orgasm. I gasped, my body trembling against the bonds as the release washed over me, my ticklish feet still being worked by Tyler and Sarah. If you've never experienced it, I can promise you that orgasming while your feet are being tickled mercilessly is a feeling to remember.
I think only Chloe knew what had happened, and she switched to gently stroking my legs. Sarah and Tyler would continue to work on my feet for another minute. It still tickled like hell, but I was too exhausted to laugh anymore and just lay there like a rag doll. Eventually Sarah said "I think we broke her," and Tyler nodded his agreement. They undid my bonds, and Sarah got me a drink of water. My body was still tingling, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I couldn't even be mad at my friends.
It was definitely the most intense tickling session of my life. I was helpless, my feet were destroyed, and I was embarrassed by my body's reaction, but looking back, it's also one of my favorite memories. That night really sparked my interest in being tied up, knowing just how much sensation is amplified when you can't run away!
I want to share the story of the worst tickling I ever received. It happened when I was 19, and it honestly changed something inside of me.
It was a Saturday evening back in the spring of my freshman year in college. My best friend Sarah lived with a few roommates in a house off-campus, and she was hosting a party. A bunch of my friends were there, and we were hanging out in Sarah's finished basement. By midnight the crowd had thinned out, and it was just me, Sarah, one of Sarah's roommates Chloe (who was a few years older), and Chloe's boyfriend Tyler. Chloe suggested we play truth or dare, and the others agreed.
To be honest, the game is kind of a blur in my memory until my first turn. I picked "dare", and Chloe grinned mischievously and said, "I dare you to let me tie you up." I was feeling brave and maybe a little flustered, so I agreed. Little did I know where it would lead. Chloe asked Sarah if she had any scarves, and Sarah grabbed a couple from the laundry basket. Chloe then tied by wrists securely behind my back, and tied my ankles together. She then looped the scarf around my ankles through the scarf on my wrists and cinched it tight, pulling me into a hogtie position. I was bound tight, with no way to cover myself. This made me feel nervous, but also a little excited.
"All done," announced Chloe. I pulled at the bonds on my wrists and ankles, but they held tight and I was completely stuck. The others laughed at my predicament. I felt a little embarrassed, but I also liked the attention.
It was Sarah who started it, with just a light poke on my ribs. In general I am a pretty sensitive person, probably 9/10 on the ticklish scale. But being tied up and unable to escape changed everything, and my ticklishness increased tenfold. That tiny poke elicited a loud laugh from me, which I couldn't suppress. I didn't know it then, but I was toast.
The vibration of my laughter drew the others in like sharks to blood in the water. Tyler asked "Are you ticklish, Jill?", and he and Chloe grinned at each other. I could only giggle in response. Then Tyler and Chloe went straight for my sides and stomach. It felt like I had been zapped with electricity. I immediately tried to squirm away, but the knots were tight and I wasn't going anywhere. Tyler said "I guess we have our answer," and the tickling continued as I tried in vain to escape. I couldn't do anything but endure their tickling fingers. I was sobbing with laughter, my body jerking against the knots as their fingers danced all over my sensitive midsection. Being restrained meant I couldn't curl up to protect my stomach. When I could get a word in between wheezing gasps, I begged them to stop, but they just smiled gleefully at me and kept going. Chloe in particular seemed to relish in making me suffer. They had me convulsing from the tickling on my sides, and instead of coming to my rescue, Sarah was only egging them on.
While Chloe worked on my ribs, Tyler moved his hands upward to wriggle his index fingers into my armpits. The feeling was so intense I didn't think I could take it. I was a mess of giggles and pleas, writhing helplessly as they attacked my upper body relentlessly. The gentle yet unyielding wiggling of Tyler's fingers in my super-ticklish armpits was driving me crazy. He would pause every 20 seconds or so, only to start again.
Chloe and Tyler's torment continued. I went from thinking I might pass out, to worrying I would pee my pants, to hoping I would pass out. Between guffaws, I begged them to stop. "NOOOO!!!! STAHAHAHAAAP IT!!! ILL DIEHIHIHI!!!" That earned me nothing but more tickling! After about five minutes, I started to worry I might die for real. Chloe was moving between my ribs, hip bones, and stomach, keeping me guessing where the next onslaught would come. Tyler was alternating between fast and slow tickles in my armpit. I didn't think it could get any worse (only later would I learn how wrong I was...).
Just when my lungs felt like they were going to burst out of my chest, the Chloe stopped and said to Tyler "I think she's had enough, we don't want to kill our little friend, do we?" I gulped down air trying to catch my breath, thanking my lucky stars. Sarah came over and gently stroked my hair, and asked if I was ok. "Oh my god, I never knew anything could tickle that much!" was my beleaguered reply. "Sorry Jill, I guess we got carried away" apologized Chloe. I lay there for two full minutes trying to catch my breath. Once I had mostly recovered, I said "It's ok. Man, that dare was more than I signed up for."
Sarah moved down to my legs and started pulling at the scarf around my ankles, I assumed it was to untie me. But instead, this was the moment that turned the "worst tickling of my life" into a full-blown crisis. Sarah paused for a moment, and said slyly "Hmmm, let's see something first....". She slowly started peeling off my thin white socks. The feeling of cool air on my bare feet was a shock, and when I realized what was going to be done to me, I flipped out. Like, total panic mode. My whole body seized up, and I shrieked, "No! Not my feet! Don't you dare, Sarah!" My feet are hands-down my most ticklish spot, and they were completely exposed. To have my bare feet tickled while bound and helpless was almost unthinkable.
"I love the blue nail polish" Sarah teased. "You made your feet all pretty for us!" Her flattery made me blush. But I was shuddering at the anticipation, tensing every muscle in my body and instinctively wiggling my toes, silently cursing my decision to pick "dare". Sarah continued: "I wonder what would happen if I did...this!" At that, she ran one fingertip along the top of my right foot. I shrieked and kicked wildly, but with my ankles and wrists bound tightly behind me, I couldn't defend myself. Sarah continued with several fingertips dancing along the top of my bare right foot. I was such a mess of girlish giggles that I couldn't form the words to beg her to stop.
Then Tyler joined in, lightly poking the sole of my left foot, and my shrieking jumped an octave. If I thought the top of my foot was ticklish, the sole was twice as bad. It tickled so much I thought I would explode. I was the youngest of three siblings, and my older brother and sister had occasionally tickled my feet when we were growing up. But never for more than a few seconds. Never when I was tied up. And never with the intensity I was now experiencing. While Sarah and Tyler continued their assault on my bare feet, Chloe was just watching the ordeal and grinning ear-to-ear.
After a couple minutes, Chloe said "What a minute guys, this isn't right." Sarah and Tyler reluctantly stopped the tickling. I was grateful that at least one person recognized I was being pushed way past my limits. I was relieved the ordeal was over, it had been way too intense. Once I could gather my wits, I thanked Chloe profusely. It was all the worse, then, when Chloe continued "You should do it like this" and started gently scratching my right instep. I screamed like I had been hit with a cattle prod. I swear that if I weren't tied so tightly, I would have hit the ceiling. Chloe had these sharp acrylic nails, which were devastating against my insanely sensitive foot. Chloe then started the same procedure on my left foot. Another scream.
"Looks like we hit gold guys," gloated Chloe. "Join the fun!". At this Sarah and Tyler joined back in, copying Chloe's technique of gently scratches along the soles. I was going crazy. The sensation was overwhelming, sending jolts of ticklish torture straight to my brain. I was laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face, begging them to stop, but they just kept going, working every inch of my feet. All I could do was lie there and take it, my toes curling uselessly as they teased my worst spots. "What's the matter, is the little girl ticklish?" teased Chloe is a baby voice. Sarah joined in with "You're laughing so much, I can tell you love this."
The tickling went on minute after torturous minute. My begging had deteriorated to meaningless babble, which my friends though was hilarious. I kept hoping they would get tired, or take mercy on my over-stimulated soul, but I would get no reprieve. They seemed to relish in making me suffer. If they had paused long enough to let me speak, I would have offered anything to get them to stop. But I wouldn't get the opportunity. Nothing but more tickling and teasing from them.
So there I was, face down on the floor, hands and ankles tied behind me, being tickled into insanity. Even though I couldn't stand the absolute torture they were inflicting on me, a small part of me found it exciting. It's hard to explain. I'm not sure what it was, maybe three people so focused on me and the intense sensations I was feeling. And somehow being tied up made me feel secure. Whatever the reason, I was mortified to find myself getting aroused. This was exacerbated by their teasing. It was so embarrassing because I was surrounded by friends, and my body was reacting to the restraint and the sensation. Chloe, being sharp as a tack, noticed my reaction. She saw my hips shift and the flush on my cheeks. With a knowing smirk, she stopped on my feet for a second and leaned down. "Oh, you're really loving this, aren't you?" she teased. I could only howl in response, wriggling as much as the scarves would let me (which was not much).
While Sarah and Tyler continued to relentlessly tickle the soles of my feet, Chloe started slowly running her fingers up the back of my legs and my inner thighs. The combination was too much. The intense tickling on my feet kept me in a state of extreme sensitivity, and then Chloe hitting my inner thighs sent a shockwave through me. I was overstimulated, caught between the laughter of the tickling and the throbbing arousal building in my core. I was grinding my pelvis on the carpeted floor, laughing/screaming/sobbing until my lungs hurt, and begging my friends to stop (when I could get a word out). Though I can admit that a small part of me hoped they wouldn't.
The arousal had reached a level I couldn't stand. As the ticklish torment continued, I thought I would pop from the excitement. But the thought of climaxing on Sarah's floor in front of everyone was beyond embarrassing. After what seemed like an hour of 30 tickling fingers on my soles and thighs (but was probably only five minutes), I couldn't hold it back any longer. Right there in the basement, bound tight with my friends laughing and teasing me, I had an orgasm. I gasped, my body trembling against the bonds as the release washed over me, my ticklish feet still being worked by Tyler and Sarah. If you've never experienced it, I can promise you that orgasming while your feet are being tickled mercilessly is a feeling to remember.
I think only Chloe knew what had happened, and she switched to gently stroking my legs. Sarah and Tyler would continue to work on my feet for another minute. It still tickled like hell, but I was too exhausted to laugh anymore and just lay there like a rag doll. Eventually Sarah said "I think we broke her," and Tyler nodded his agreement. They undid my bonds, and Sarah got me a drink of water. My body was still tingling, and I felt like I was floating on a cloud. I couldn't even be mad at my friends.
It was definitely the most intense tickling session of my life. I was helpless, my feet were destroyed, and I was embarrassed by my body's reaction, but looking back, it's also one of my favorite memories. That night really sparked my interest in being tied up, knowing just how much sensation is amplified when you can't run away!
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
