the moment i call my tickle awakening came to me in college when i had been, appropriately enough, restrained and unmercifully tickled. it was when i was a junior in college. a group of us had pooled r resources to rent a house. 9 of us, 4 girls and 5 guys lived in the house. one big extended family like a house full of brothers and sisters. on a previous occasion, all in fun, 2 of the guys, Jack and Michael, had picked me up by wrists and ankles to tease me. i am small, about 5' and barely 100 lbs, so easy to grab and hold and pick up. Jack gave Michael, who was holdinhg my ankles, the bright idea to tickle my feet. to make a long story short, Michael pulled off my shoes and socks and tickled my feet and everyone discovered that i have Extremely ticklish feet. this tickling was done in front of r friends and out in public and was probably the most public tickling i've ever endured. little did i kno at the time that Jack had an intense tickle fetish. there was a growing romantic attraction between Jack and i though nothing either of us had ever directly expressed.
a few weeks later i was in Michael's room in the house playing scrabble with Jack and Michael. when we started the game it was agreed that whomever lost had to do whatever the winners deemed appropriate losing punishment. little did i relaize the two of them had secretly decided to have some fun with me and rigged the game so i would lose. when the inevitable came and i lost, Michael and Jack, with evil girns, decided that i should be "mummy wrapped" in a sheet. i was instructed to stand in the middle of the room with my arms straight down along my sides. one corner of a bed sheet was stuck between one of my arms and my side and i was told to press hard against it to hold it in place. they then had me turn round and round, winding the sheet around me. one of them pulled on the free end of the sheet to keep it a tight wind and one of them helped me turn so i wouldn't fall. the end of the sheet started to get tangled in my feet and the top started to flop over my head -- i was being wrapped in the sheet diagonally so the long ends were at my feet and head - and they folded those ends over so my feet and head stuck out at each end. when i was done turning and the sheet was tightly wrapped around me they used belts and ties and bathrobe cords to tie around me at various places so the sheet would be held firmly in place. this also held my arms and hands and legs completely immobile so i couldn't get free. i was struggling to stand and they laid me on the floor with a pillow under my head. i was indeed a mummy, unable to move.
now they smiled at me and begin discussing what to do with me. of course they had this all planned. one of them mentioned my previous foot tickling.
i immediately began to panic as they moved to my feet and started to pull off my shoes, all the time taunting me and teasing me about how helpless i was and how ticklish my feet were.
it is hard to describe the rush of feelings and electricty that goes thru my body at such a moment. i am completely helpless. try as i might i can't break loose of my bonds. i feel my shoes being removed and my socks slowly being pulled off, knowing in a few seconds my horribly ticklish feet will be bare and, worse, knowing my captors intend to tickle my vulnerable soles with no mercy. i hyperventilate. i babble anything i think might save me from being tickled. i wiggle my feet madly trying to protect at least one smooth ticklish sole by placing it over the other foot. but there were two ticklers and each grabbed firm hold of the top of one foot and held it so both my soles were completely defenseless.
i don't remember exactly what they said or what i said at that moment but i kno i was begging for mercy. my pleas were ignored and they began to brush their fingertips up and down my arches. i writhed like a snake in my sheet and i remember one of them sitting firmly on my legs to keep them still. the tickling seemed to go on forever. they had contests to c who could make me laugh the loudest or beg the most; to c which part of my foot -- my arch, my heel, under my toes - was the most ticklish. the only relief i got was when one of them changed positions or tickle technique and i had a few seconds to catch my breath. i was laughing and squealing and screaming at the top of my lungs. some of r other friends in the house yelled for quiet but no one came to my defense. their response to my screams was to gag me so i could only laugh and shreik in muffled noises.
i don't kno how long the tickling lasted. it wasn't hours, more like 15 or 20 minutes, but it was constant. when u r in the midst of being tickled it seems like an eternity. finally, because i think they were getting worn out trying to hold me down, they decided i had been tickled enuf. Michael got up to go do something. Jack swung around on the floor next to me. he untied my gag and smoothed back my hair which was matted over my eyes from my tickle perspiration. as he leaned over me, removing the gag i could feel his body pressing against mine, his face nearly touching mine.
he whispered in my ear, his mouth so close the soft, warm breath from his lips tickled my ear, "I wonder where else you're ticklish?" i felt a tingle rush thru me. as he began to draw back from whispering this he unexpectedly kissed me full on my mouth. it was a deep and long kiss and without a moment's thot i kissed him back. suddenly flowing thu my bound, tickled body were not only the ticklish feelings but the electricty of arousal and i felt desire building in me.
r lips parted but r eyes, with not more than an inch or two between them, locked and i felt as if we were each looking into one another's souls.
"i'm ticklish all over," i whispered in response to his question. r eyes remained connected. it was the first time i never looked away when discussing my ticklishenss.
that was my moment of tickle awakening. there, beneath this man who had just tickled me to the edge, there bound and helpless before him, i felt no hesitation to admit to him my intense ticklish nature. his impromtu kiss (which he later told me he had not planned but just acted on his feelings of the moment) brought to the surface in me unrealized feelings deep within me. i didn't make the intellectual connection at that moment, nor would i for several years to come, but the emotional connection was made in that instant that tickling, being tickled for me, was erotic and romantic as well as simply a physical form of play. even more, i felt no fear, no hesitation being bound and at the mercy of this man who obviously derrived great pleasure from tickling me. i had expressed my trust in him by returning his kiss and admitting to him my ticklishness.
"How wonderful, " he replied with a smile and giving me a little kiss on the tip of my nose, Jack pulled away and untied the rest of my bonds, releasing me.
i don't remember every single tickle stroke i received that night nor can i recall every single moment of every single tickling i have received throughout my life. but i recall every detail of those few seconds when Jack was over me and whispered his question in my ear and we kissed and i answered him. those few moments i will remember for that was my tickle awakening.
less than a year later Jack and i became husaband and wife.
a few weeks later i was in Michael's room in the house playing scrabble with Jack and Michael. when we started the game it was agreed that whomever lost had to do whatever the winners deemed appropriate losing punishment. little did i relaize the two of them had secretly decided to have some fun with me and rigged the game so i would lose. when the inevitable came and i lost, Michael and Jack, with evil girns, decided that i should be "mummy wrapped" in a sheet. i was instructed to stand in the middle of the room with my arms straight down along my sides. one corner of a bed sheet was stuck between one of my arms and my side and i was told to press hard against it to hold it in place. they then had me turn round and round, winding the sheet around me. one of them pulled on the free end of the sheet to keep it a tight wind and one of them helped me turn so i wouldn't fall. the end of the sheet started to get tangled in my feet and the top started to flop over my head -- i was being wrapped in the sheet diagonally so the long ends were at my feet and head - and they folded those ends over so my feet and head stuck out at each end. when i was done turning and the sheet was tightly wrapped around me they used belts and ties and bathrobe cords to tie around me at various places so the sheet would be held firmly in place. this also held my arms and hands and legs completely immobile so i couldn't get free. i was struggling to stand and they laid me on the floor with a pillow under my head. i was indeed a mummy, unable to move.
now they smiled at me and begin discussing what to do with me. of course they had this all planned. one of them mentioned my previous foot tickling.
i immediately began to panic as they moved to my feet and started to pull off my shoes, all the time taunting me and teasing me about how helpless i was and how ticklish my feet were.
it is hard to describe the rush of feelings and electricty that goes thru my body at such a moment. i am completely helpless. try as i might i can't break loose of my bonds. i feel my shoes being removed and my socks slowly being pulled off, knowing in a few seconds my horribly ticklish feet will be bare and, worse, knowing my captors intend to tickle my vulnerable soles with no mercy. i hyperventilate. i babble anything i think might save me from being tickled. i wiggle my feet madly trying to protect at least one smooth ticklish sole by placing it over the other foot. but there were two ticklers and each grabbed firm hold of the top of one foot and held it so both my soles were completely defenseless.
i don't remember exactly what they said or what i said at that moment but i kno i was begging for mercy. my pleas were ignored and they began to brush their fingertips up and down my arches. i writhed like a snake in my sheet and i remember one of them sitting firmly on my legs to keep them still. the tickling seemed to go on forever. they had contests to c who could make me laugh the loudest or beg the most; to c which part of my foot -- my arch, my heel, under my toes - was the most ticklish. the only relief i got was when one of them changed positions or tickle technique and i had a few seconds to catch my breath. i was laughing and squealing and screaming at the top of my lungs. some of r other friends in the house yelled for quiet but no one came to my defense. their response to my screams was to gag me so i could only laugh and shreik in muffled noises.
i don't kno how long the tickling lasted. it wasn't hours, more like 15 or 20 minutes, but it was constant. when u r in the midst of being tickled it seems like an eternity. finally, because i think they were getting worn out trying to hold me down, they decided i had been tickled enuf. Michael got up to go do something. Jack swung around on the floor next to me. he untied my gag and smoothed back my hair which was matted over my eyes from my tickle perspiration. as he leaned over me, removing the gag i could feel his body pressing against mine, his face nearly touching mine.
he whispered in my ear, his mouth so close the soft, warm breath from his lips tickled my ear, "I wonder where else you're ticklish?" i felt a tingle rush thru me. as he began to draw back from whispering this he unexpectedly kissed me full on my mouth. it was a deep and long kiss and without a moment's thot i kissed him back. suddenly flowing thu my bound, tickled body were not only the ticklish feelings but the electricty of arousal and i felt desire building in me.
r lips parted but r eyes, with not more than an inch or two between them, locked and i felt as if we were each looking into one another's souls.
"i'm ticklish all over," i whispered in response to his question. r eyes remained connected. it was the first time i never looked away when discussing my ticklishenss.
that was my moment of tickle awakening. there, beneath this man who had just tickled me to the edge, there bound and helpless before him, i felt no hesitation to admit to him my intense ticklish nature. his impromtu kiss (which he later told me he had not planned but just acted on his feelings of the moment) brought to the surface in me unrealized feelings deep within me. i didn't make the intellectual connection at that moment, nor would i for several years to come, but the emotional connection was made in that instant that tickling, being tickled for me, was erotic and romantic as well as simply a physical form of play. even more, i felt no fear, no hesitation being bound and at the mercy of this man who obviously derrived great pleasure from tickling me. i had expressed my trust in him by returning his kiss and admitting to him my ticklishness.
"How wonderful, " he replied with a smile and giving me a little kiss on the tip of my nose, Jack pulled away and untied the rest of my bonds, releasing me.
i don't remember every single tickle stroke i received that night nor can i recall every single moment of every single tickling i have received throughout my life. but i recall every detail of those few seconds when Jack was over me and whispered his question in my ear and we kissed and i answered him. those few moments i will remember for that was my tickle awakening.
less than a year later Jack and i became husaband and wife.
