justhereforfun
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Hello all,
This is the first short tickle story I wrote. I once before also set in on Tumblr (under my name (MrTicklishTummy).
Enjoy!
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I never played judo, but I have an idea of what it is: a martial art in which you need to bring your opponent down to the ground and immobile.
Why stop there?
Since such sport is about immobilizing your opponent, you could host a series of trainings on learning to pin someone down…with a specific goal. This, of course, in a context of mutual consent.
Imaging yourself being in the introduction lesson. You, along with 12 others, are standing in the uniforms you just got in front of the teacher. Most pupils are new, but judging the colored bands on their clothes, 4 of them are seniors. The floor is covered with matresses to make falling down safe. The teacher welcomes you all to his class, and explains it’s goals and some rules and safety measures. As you were allmost dozing off, he suddenly says:
“For this first class, we will hold a strong but easy grip to really terrorize a persons sides. Could I get one volunteer, please?”
Your heart is racing as you consider his request, but a short, strong girl was faster. The teacher explains the moves: first hold her right arm, place your left arm on her lower back,…
You can’t follow all that well, but get the result: the girl end up with her arms locked under his legs. When they are in this position, you start to see the point of some “modifications” of the uniform, compared to usual judo clothing.
“Are you comfortable? Yes? Okay, now, a good way to start is tickling lightly just above this spot. As you all see, when I apply little pressure and just drag my finger along…”
The girl can’t keep her composure, at least not the full three minutes the demostration took. You see her evolve from cokcy and defiant to a howling mess.
What happens next makes you nervous, and then even more nervous. Nervous when the teacher let’s the girl go and tells everyone to “[…] search a partner. I’ll come round and look how you manage”. More nervous when you realize there are three people left: you, a girl and a boy.
And you almost explode with excitement when you see the colored bands on both of their uniforms…
This is the first short tickle story I wrote. I once before also set in on Tumblr (under my name (MrTicklishTummy).
Enjoy!
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I never played judo, but I have an idea of what it is: a martial art in which you need to bring your opponent down to the ground and immobile.
Why stop there?
Since such sport is about immobilizing your opponent, you could host a series of trainings on learning to pin someone down…with a specific goal. This, of course, in a context of mutual consent.
Imaging yourself being in the introduction lesson. You, along with 12 others, are standing in the uniforms you just got in front of the teacher. Most pupils are new, but judging the colored bands on their clothes, 4 of them are seniors. The floor is covered with matresses to make falling down safe. The teacher welcomes you all to his class, and explains it’s goals and some rules and safety measures. As you were allmost dozing off, he suddenly says:
“For this first class, we will hold a strong but easy grip to really terrorize a persons sides. Could I get one volunteer, please?”
Your heart is racing as you consider his request, but a short, strong girl was faster. The teacher explains the moves: first hold her right arm, place your left arm on her lower back,…
You can’t follow all that well, but get the result: the girl end up with her arms locked under his legs. When they are in this position, you start to see the point of some “modifications” of the uniform, compared to usual judo clothing.
“Are you comfortable? Yes? Okay, now, a good way to start is tickling lightly just above this spot. As you all see, when I apply little pressure and just drag my finger along…”
The girl can’t keep her composure, at least not the full three minutes the demostration took. You see her evolve from cokcy and defiant to a howling mess.
What happens next makes you nervous, and then even more nervous. Nervous when the teacher let’s the girl go and tells everyone to “[…] search a partner. I’ll come round and look how you manage”. More nervous when you realize there are three people left: you, a girl and a boy.
And you almost explode with excitement when you see the colored bands on both of their uniforms…
