Hello I have returned with a new story! I hope you all enjoy this! It's a pretty long one so just a heads up. It took a while but I finally finished it. Sadly I lost my inspiration for writing and other stuff had happened but I’m back and hopefully I can do more stuff on here.
Big thanks to The_Kev for allowing me to use his characters Sandra and Kevin. Please go check him out if you like both tickling and wrestling!
Let me know if you guys would want me to do a sequel of this or do something like this again.
A bit of warning, there is gonna be some foot fetish stuff. Nothing major but just some little bit of it. Also wrestling stuff as well.
Also a mix of M/F and F/M back and forth for a while.
I smiled and waved towards the cheering crowd. Enjoying the atmosphere. I couldn’t help but be excited for my current match. I was gonna face Sandra from The Alliance in a tickle slave match.
The match itself is a special type of match. The two wrestlers must wrestle inside the ring and keep it inside, no ref in this match with a 5 second rope break. Or it would have been if Sandra didn’t make a weird request that the person has to touch the rope for a rope break. I didn’t really understand why she worded it out like that but I was fine with that rule. And finally the only way to win is to accept your opponent giving up and have them kiss your feet.
And to make sure none of these rules are gonna get broken, an hour long tickle punishment if someone intentionally breaks the rules or for the one that forces someone to break a rule. Like if I threw Sandra over the ropes and to the ring floor and left her there.
The loser then has to be the winner’s slave for the next two months. I immediately agreed to the match once I heard that. I couldn’t wait to make Sandra beg and scream in laughter for 2 whole months!
Hearing her music, I smirked at seeing her making way towards the ring with her boyfriend Kevin. My eyes darted between Kevin's simple outfit of black shorts and black tank top with no foot wear and Sandra black sports bra, black tights and fishnet onesie.
Meanwhile I was wearing black wrestling trunks and black wrestling boots with ankle length socks inside. I was pretty slim, a solid wrestling body and an inch or two shorter than Kevin with short yet shaggy black hair.
I wasn’t really surprised at seeing Kevin with her as most tag team wrestlers usually had their partners with them. Though I wasn’t worried about Kevin being here since I know the penalty if Kevin tried to get inside the ring and stop the match.
Which was 2 hours of pure tickle torture.
I gave Sandra a smirk while she gave me a cold look right back.
I guess she wasn’t happy with me interfering in her and Kevin’s match against The Billion Dollar Couple for the tag team championship belts.
So what if I might have sneakily grabbed a down Sandra outside of the ring before she could get back up to save Kevin from a double attack by both Brian and Jessica, which caused him to tap out within a minute or two. All the while I kept her hidden just outside of the ref’s view and tickled her. (which luckily the ref didn’t hear as Kevin was too busy also screaming in laughter)
It wasn’t my fault if they lost the belts. I just wanted revenge. Which you know, so happened to be their tag team championship match. Sandra was the one that started all this by interfering in my match against Kevin first by grabbing a foot when I was near the ropes. Which stalled just long enough to allow Kevin to attack and knock me almost out before he made me tap out by tickling me.
I glanced at Kevin, who had a neutral look on him but I bet he was nervous for this match. He could only watch his girlfriend face another wrestler and if she loses, which she most definitely will, he probably won’t see her for a while. And if he does see her, it’ll probably be with me tickling her.
Seeing she wasn’t in the mood to talk, I gave her a teasing smirk which only got an annoyed glare at me. After a few seconds after getting into wrestling stances, we heard the bell rang, signaling the match to start.
Immediately we both rush towards each other, locking arms and trying to overpower the other.
I knew my chances were 50/50 against Sandra with a strong contest. While I wasn’t overly muscular, having a leaner, toned body with light abs around my stomach, I could still match most wrestlers with my strength.
Sandra on the other hand, she was someone I knew was pretty strong. Being able to pick up and slam almost everyone in the league. Me included thanks to our previous matches.
Still we seemed pretty even before she managed to untangle her hands away from mine and squeezed my sides.
I bit my lip and shook my head, trying my best at not laughing first. I saw Sandra smirked at seeing this but quickly lost it as I would push both of her arms away and slid behind her.
Quickly I would wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze my hands on her toned abdomen. My opponent did the exact same thing as I did a few seconds ago but stomped her feet as well, trying her hardest at not to laugh.
But I wasn’t done yet! With my arms around her waist, I picked her up and suplexed her behind me. I smirked at the loud slamming noise and a small annoyed grunt behind me.
While she was dazed from the slam, I moved behind her and put my knee on her back. A second later, I began squeezing her sides, enjoying the sight of Sandra jolting at my touch.
I grinned at feeling her shivering and squirming violently at my touching. “Tickle tickle~ Come on Sandra! I know you want to giggle~” I said in a teasing tone as she shook her head.
Her arms are alternating between trying to hit my arms or pounding on the floor but she still couldn’t escape my hold.
Eventually she finally burst into laughter as my fingers drilled into the top parts of her ribs. That filled me with pride at getting the first laugh of the match. “PfffEHHEHEhehehehehhahhaAHAHHAHAHAahhahahahahaha!”
“Aww there it is! That’s the cute laughter I wanted to hear.” I said, my fingers kept on digging all over her ribs and sides, making her laugh harder.
I loved her adorable giggles. She was the type of tough, strong girl to giggle cutely once tickled. And boy was she giggling.
Still after a few more seconds of side tickling, I would get up and grab her. I forced her right up and tried to Irish whip her into the corner.
However instead of going, she used that momentum to launch me to the ropes instead. I ran to the ropes, bouncing off of them and attempted to give her a clothesline.
Though she was ready as she ducked under my arm. I kept on going as I used the ropes to try it again. But this time she jumped high in the air and slammed her feet into my face, sending me on my back.
I groaned and rubbed my face but didn’t have any time to do anything else before she sat on my stomach.
“This is how you tickle someone!” She declared before scribbling her fingers all over my stomach.
I burst into uncontrollable giggles at feeling her nails running all over my stomach. One thing I always hated about her fingers was that not only were her nails sharp like any other female wrestler's nails, her fingers were also strong enough that kneading my tickle spots was easy for her.
“HeheheHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHAAhahahahahAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahA!” I said giggling and squirming around. “GHEheEHEEHETTTHehahaehe OFhohFHEheHEeehehehehehe!”
She smirked down at me once she heard my giggling. I squirmed and shook underneath her. Trying to buckle her off of me but she wasn’t making it easy. Her fingers wouldn’t stop at my stomach as they began teasingly going all over my midsection. But seeing my giggles went down, focused back to my stomach.
After a bit of stomach tickling, the fingers would then begin randomly teasing my upper body before scribbling hard on my stomach a moment later. Which made my giggles turn into uncontrollable laughter before going back down to giggles once she moved back above my stomach.
All wrestlers knew where most wrestlers are ticklish due to watching the matches and tickling them previously in matches. But we all made a silent agreement that we would tickle more weaker spots first before targeting the really bad spots of their opponent.
I kept on squirming and giggling helplessly as her fingers kept on exploring all over. Though the most I giggled was when nails scratched my stomach.
“What’s wrong? Someone has a ticklish tumtum?” Mocked Sandra, stopping her random tickling and went back to focusing on my stomach for quite a while. Making my laughter rise.
“HeheheHEhehehHEHEHAhhAHAHhahaha. StOHohohoHOOHHAahAhAHAhehhehehEHEHHAhHAHAaHAhaHahaHAP!” I said giggling some more, my stomach quivered at her touch. After a few more seconds of giggling, my fingers would reach up and give a squeeze to Sandra’s vulnerable legs.
I got a beautiful sound in return with her squealing in surprise from her legs getting tickled. I kept on squeezing and tickling the vulnerable, thin layered legs for a few more seconds till she had to roll off of me to escape my tickling.
I really didn’t understand why someone would wear only tights to keep your body safe from tickling but I wasn’t complaining at the super soft feeling the legs had.
I giggled for another second or two before I controlled it. I got to my knees as Sandra did the same. We then begin grappling with each other, occasionally taking jabs to tickle the other.
My fingers would go for her sides and ribs while she would tickle my stomach or sides. After a few more seconds of taking swift scratches at each other, she managed to lock me in a headlock before taking me down.
I grunted as her armpit wrapped around my face as she used both arms to lock in the hold tighter. One arm couldn’t do anything as it was trapped between our bodies while my other arm could just reach her ribs and tickle it. It made her giggle but she was determined not to let go.
“Ha! What are you gonna do now?” Sandra asked with a superior smirk. Mocking in her tone. I squirmed more and pushed against her but found it too hard to break free.
I glared up at Sandra as she kept on taunting me. My eyes glanced towards the hairless armpit. I smirked a little at a thought as I dove my head right up.
I took great satisfaction at hearing Sandar screaming in surprise from my tongue licking across the pit for a few seconds before I blew a raspberry on the soft flesh for another few seconds after the lick.
And the sound she made was like music to my ears!
“EEEEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Screamed the beautiful woman in surprise. I kept on doing this for another second or two before she instantly released me. She got to her feet and walked a few feet away from me, wiping her armpit.
“Did you just lick my-UGH!” Sandra was cut off as once she released me, I got to my feet, ran at her, grabbed the back of her head and bulldogged her into the floor.
“Yes I did and it’s not my fault that you shoved it in my face.” I said with a shrug. Honestly I’ve seen and experienced much worse to be weirded out by licking her armpit to tickle her.
I smirked as she rubbed her head and tried to get back up. She turned to glare at me when she was about half way up but that glare turned into a surprise look as I ran right at her and dropped kicked her before she could get up all the way.
I crashed on my back from the drop kick but instantly got right back up. I felt some pride at seeing Sandra groaning and dazed from my blow.
Grabbing her long legs, I flipped her onto her stomach and sat on her lower half. I smirked at feeling Sandra freezing for a moment before buckling crazy like a bull. She attempted to crawl to the ropes with all her strength, slowly making her way towards it even with my weight slowing her down.
“Come on Sandra! Hurry!” Cried out Kevin as he slapped his palms on the ring, hoping to encourage his girlfriend. I grinned at him, enjoying his cries and Sandra’s frantic struggling. After a few seconds of basking in the moment, I leaned down to grab and hold the tight covered foot tightly.
“Aww what’s wrong?” I asked in a teasing tone, my index finger swiping up across the foot. I felt delight at not only feeling the soft, warm fabric covered foot wiggling around but also hearing Sandra squeal in response to my gentle tickling. This was gonna be fun~
“Does someone have a ticklish foot?” I asked, taking more swipes across the soft fabric covered foot, loving the adorable squeals Sandra was releasing with each swipe. “Is that a yes?”
“S-SCREHEHEHHEWEEHEEHEEHEH YOHOHOHOHOHUUHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Screamed Sandra, bursting into laughter as my fingers began scribbling all across the foot before she could finish her sentence.
“Hey it’s not my fault if you wear such revealing and soft foot wear to cover your feet. I mean seriously, why would you wear leggings and a fishnet outfit to cover your body yet no solid footwear? It’s like you are begging for someone to tickle your feet.” I said in a teasing tone.
I loved most of the wrestlers' outfits but I just couldn’t understand why she wouldn't wear footwear. Or at least wear something that actually protects her feet instead of super soft fabric. At least if you wear footwear, have it at least protect your feet.
“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUAHAHHAT HUUHHUHHHAHAHAHAPEHEHEHEHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Screamed Sandra as I would only have to flicker her toes to make her squeal in laughter. I wonder if the soft fabric only made her feet more ticklish. I guess I’ll thoroughly check later once I win.
I kept on tickling the foot for another minute or two, taking my time as I was having too much fun making such a tough woman squeal and laugh.
Not too long however I heard Kevin cheer and Sandra screaming “ROPE BREAK! ROPE BREAK!” Glancing behind me and seeing it was true, I shrugged my shoulders at her grabbing the ropes. I kept on tickling the foot for another few seconds before stopping.
Oh well, I knew I shouldn’t have played with her and go straight to tickle her as hard as I could but it was just so fun! I was feeling pretty confident in my victory. Maybe next time I’ll rip her tights and tickle her bare feet then.
I got off of her and gave her a few moments to rest before walking towards her, attending to bring her back up to do another move on her. But before I could do anything, she lunged on me and wrapped her legs around me, sending me tumbling down.
We struggled for a few seconds before she managed to lock me in a bodyscissors type hold. My feet could only kick the floor near the ropes, attempting to kick me towards them. Her arms quickly grabbed my arms, trapping me. Though I wasn’t too sure why she was doing this as she couldn’t tickle me like this and if I get my arms free, I can tickle her feet from my position.
“And what now-hey!” I said as I was about to mock her for putting her feet near me and she only delayed the inevitable. But I was taken by surprise at feeling someone grabbing one of my feet, holding it tightly before grabbing my other one.
Looking in front of me, I looked at Kevin in annoyance as he held my feet, making me wiggling around. I didn’t understand why he was doing this but didn’t have time to question it cause he began unlacing one of my shoe!
My annoyance turned to horror as he flashed me a smirk. My squirming intensified but so did Sandra’s hold tighten to keep me trapped.
“H-Hey! Stop it! You cheaters!” I said grunting as I tried to free myself but failed as Sandra’s long, strong legs kept me still. I was getting more nervous as I felt him unlacing my shoe knot.
“It’s not cheating! Why did you think I made that one specific rule!” I could just hear the smugness in Sandra's voice. I gulped at hearing this. Of course these two planned this! No wonder they didn’t seem worried about Kevin move.
Our wrestling system was pretty lenient when it comes to this type of stuff, especially when there is no ref or there is a specific rule added. Like oh let’s say a rule that you must be grabbing the rope in order for a rope break. I wanted to groan in frustration at my stupidity from earlier but I have much bigger things to worry about at the moment.
My squirming and buckling only grew more ragged, fearful of what’s to come as I felt my shoe only getting looser by the second.
I stopped my squirming and gathered all my strength, I finally managed to kick Kevin away from my feet! Before he could get back up from his fall, I grabbed Sandra’s legs and pushed my feet back onto the ropes. I then use the ropes to move back, free from Kevin’s clutches.
We rolled around a little as I managed to free myself from her legs before backing up. I gulped as I guessed with my kick at Kevin, he clutched my boot tight enough to remove my boot.
My sock felt very vulnerable next to my boot foot as I could feel Sandra glancing at it. She flashed me a smirk when we made eye contact. Making me feel a little bit nervous before she moved closer towards me.
I felt a bit awkward due to the height differences between my sock and boot but that wasn’t gonna stop me from taking Sandra down.
We both wrestled for multiple, long minutes with a fight that went back and forth, alternating between wrestling and tickling whenever we could.
I was able to make her squeal and laugh many times. The easiest times were tickling her sides and squeezing her hips when I made it seem like I was gonna go for a move. Along with her stomach whenever I got the chance to scribble across the thin clothed protected stomach.
Anytime I was near her feet, I quickly scribbled and tickled them, making her scream in laughter. Though sadly I could never get a good grip on them long enough to tickle them fully. Only a few swipes and pokes before she got smart and kept them away from me.
But my best move so far was when I managed to trap her in a Bearhug and brought her body up. Despite her struggles, once my lips touched her belly button and blew a raspberry, she cackled in laughter. Luckily the fishnet onesie also barely protected her stomach. I did this for multiple, long seconds, enjoying the poorly protected toned, flat stomach.
I did this for quite some time before sadly for me, she managed to escape eventually.
On the other hand, she got the same reaction from me as well, driving her fingers into my armpits whenever before going down to tickle my sides when I tried to bring my arms to protect them.
She got a particularly loud scream when a few of her fingers managed to scribble my sock foot but like me, never could have gotten a good hold of it. She definitely got her revenge for my bearhug by sitting on my arms and tickling my pits. She even blew a few raspberries onto my exposed, hairless pits while squeezing my ribs with her free hands. All the while teasing and taunting me.
Luckily I managed to escaped not to long after she started blowing raspberries by wiggle my arms just up enough to tickle those feet of hers.
This usually was how we wrestled against each other, both of us getting some small “damage” into the other before eventually one of us would make a mistake. Which at this moment seemed to be Sandra since she has her back towards me and slowly rising after one good tickle attack seemed to leave her breathless at the moment.
I quickly got back up, hoping to land a simple but strong big boot to her face with my boot foot. I was hoping this could finally put her down and either get the win with a pin or tickle her enough for her to finally give up!
But just before I could slam my foot against her face-
“SANDRA! BEHIND YOU!”
Kevin with his big mouth shouted out where I was and she caught my foot. I would have sent him an angry look but I send Sandra a nervous look instead as she held my foot tightly.
She sent me a gleeful smirk before she kicked/pushed my standing leg, sending me only my back. Before I could do anything, she turned me onto my stomach and locked me in an ankle lock.
“AHH!” I screamed in pain as Sandra twisted my ankle, making me slam my fists on the floor. She kept me trapped in the hold for a few more seconds, seeming to enjoy my scream before she wrapped an arm tightly around my leg.
I squirmed some more, hoping to wiggle my foot free but with how tightly she was holding it, I couldn’t break free. My squirming only got more increasing at feeling her unlacing my laces.
“Nohoh! Stop it!” I said, shuddering at the feeling of my boot slowly getting loose. That was obviously ignored and instead had the opposite effect with now Sandra began pulling on my foot with one hand while her other hand was pulling on my laces.
“Keep on pulling Sandra! You got him!” Kevin Cheered, making me struggle more. I shot him an annoyed look but he shot me right back with a cheeky smirk.
His smirk grew as he saw my face turn to horror when I felt Sandra ripping the boot off my foot, exposing my sock foot. “Ahh, there we go!” grinned Sandra as my foot flexed and squirmed in front of her.
“D-don’t!” I shouted out, pounding my fists onto the floor, trying to think of anything to escape this hold. Sadly I could barely do anything at this moment. Not with me worrying as I barely have any protection for my feet. And unfortunately for me, I was nowhere near the rope for a rope break.
My mind went blank for a moment, stopping any thoughts of escaping as I felt 5 sharp nails scratching my sole, making me scream in laughter. “AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!” I screamed out, slamming my fists onto the floor in laughter
“That’s it! Scream for me!” Laughed Sandra, her fingers scribbling all over my foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOOHOHHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHP!” I squealed out, my head shaking rapidly.
“I wonder just how ticklish this whittle foot is.” taunted Sandra as her fingers swiped up to my toes, making me squeal in response to the tickling. She was clearly not holding back, going for a fast, teasing approach. “Aww you don’t like me doing this? Don’t worry, you don’t have a choice anyway!”
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHA! QUHUHUHEHEHHEHEHEIHIIHIT HIHIHIIHEHHEHIHIHETHTHEHEHHEHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I screamed out, slowly inching us closer and closer to the ropes.
I gave a few(Okay a lot) more cackles and squeals at feeling Sandra’s nails skittering and tickling underneath my sock toes. Sadly for me, my black socks weren't the best thing to protect against tickling as they were ankle socks, very short socks and thin. Something that Sandra let me know about.
“Such weak thin socks! I bet you were wearing these just for me, didn’t you.” She said, mocking me a little, her nails stopping for a moment and instead grabbed my toes and wiggled my toes, making me shiver and squeal a little. I guess this was a bit of revenge for my earlier comment about her leggings/fishnet combination.
“S-Shut u-HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I said before I squealed again at feeling her nails gently squeezed a few off my toes, one particularly sharp nail directly scratching my toe stem. That sent me into hysterical laughter.
Which only encouraged Sandra to keep on doing this as I covered my face in embarrassment at what Sandra was saying was very cute.
Finally she stopped doing that, only to now dig between my wiggling toes now, which also sent me into hysterical laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!” I screamed, slamming my fists onto the floor in response to the toe tickling.
Despite my best attempts at trying to hide my toes or wiggle them away, Sandra’s hold was too tight for my wiggling foot to escape, leaving me screaming in laughter for whoever knows how long.
“Come on tickle boy. I’m barely even trying to hold you down and you’re barely moving! Maybe you need some motivation.” Sandra said, loving my(in her words) adorable, girly shrieking.
I could only breath heavily and slowly bring us closer to the ropes, screaming in laughter every few seconds at the nails randomly attacking my foot.
After about another minute worth of struggling, I finally reached the ropes, breathing heavily as I practically leaned my entire weight on it.
“About time.” Teased Sandra finally releasing my foot as I giggled weakly for a few seconds. My feet were my worst ticklish spot, a single scratch could make me jump and laugh. Especially on my toes. I guess the only good thing is that I wasn’t alone as that tickle spot is shared to most of everyone in the league. Though apparently I was told by others that my feet were one of the most ticklish.(A fact that I don’t believe and I believe it’s wrong but I don’t want to say that cause I don’t want to test it out)
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, exhausted after all the tickling as I gleefully sucked up all the air I could get. But the next thing I knew I had something soft but slightly smelly rubbing my face. I wouldn’t admit it but I secretly enjoyed this. However I knew when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t something good and probably humiliating.
Opening my eyes I was greeted with 2 socks, one small gray sock and the other a long white sock. I hated that I was right.
I immediately rolled away from the socks, a small blush filling my face. Kevin grinned at me, who had tossed the socks on my face. I glared at him, annoyed with everything he had done. Grabbing the socks I tossed them back at Kevin, hoping to hit him. Though instead he caught them.
With a blush on my face from either the embarrassment or the weird enjoyment, I couldn’t tell, I backed away a little and gave a kick towards Kevin. Kevin backed away, chuckling as he put the socks back into his pockets. Meanwhile I got to my knees and slowly got back up.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like Kevin and my socks? Or maybe it’s the smell? Well don’t worry after I win, you’ll be acquainted with the scent verrry well.” said a very familiar voice behind me. I snapped back to the match, realizing my mistake of ignoring Sandra.
I hastily got up to my feet and turned around with Sandra right behind me. Her arms snaked around my waist as I was grabbed and lifted up!
“Uh no.” I muttered and gulped as Sandra carried me away from the ropes. Sandra chuckled, probably hearing my negative response.
“Oh yes. Up you go!” Sandra said while carrying me to the center of the ring. I tried to fight against her, pounding my fists on her back and wiggled in her grasp.
But despite my best effort, she kept on trucking through. Even after I tickled her exposed armpits, a thing that made her stumble a little and laugh. But she kept on carrying me towards the middle of the ring. Fighting through the tickling.
“HHAhahnenEEEHHEHE DodOhwoWneheh YOOHOHohouh gooOHOHOHO!” BOOOM!
Ugh….was that a truck that slammed into me? No wait….oh yeah I remembered. Sandra planted me on the ground with a spinebuster.
I blacked out a few seconds after the slam. Blinking a little, I grunted and used my arms to get up. But when I tried to move my feet, I felt them trapped by something.
“Wakey wakey~” Sang a feminine voice in front of me. I tried to wiggle my legs but I quickly found them trapped and realized someone’s legs were intertwined with mine. Before I could say or do anything, I felt 10 nails attacking one of my feet.
“HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I screamed out, slamming my hands onto the floor. I quickly snapped out of my dazed state and looked at the woman.
I had hoped that she simply was sitting on my legs or even did a scissored hold on them.
But instead of a regular leg lock, my opponent trapped me in a figure four leg lock, giving her complete access to my foot and making it much, much harder for me to get to the ropes. I mentally gulped in fright as Sandra flashed me a grin, noticing my nervousness.
“What’s wrong? Not so tough now are you?” Mocked Sandra grinning at my nervousness. My feet were flailing and kicking around, desperately trying to escape. But sadly with how tight the hold was, it was pointless.
“Sandra n-no please! Not my feet!” I pleaded with my opponent, making her grin grow at my begging. I hated that I had to beg her not to tickle me but sadly for me, I could do nothing but beg.
“Oh? And why not your feet?” Asked Sandra innocently, leaning on one arm and using her other hand to gently swipe up and down on my foot. An action that made me lurch and shake my head, biting my lip. “Is the little boy ticklish?”
I slammed my back against the floor, shaking my head at feeling 3 perfectly sharp nails carefully and slowly tickled my foot. I bite my lip, shivering at the slow tickling and trying not to allow her words get to me.
“Come on you big baby. Scream for me!” Sandra said with a grin, wanting to break me into laughter. I shook my head, slamming my fists onto the floor, trying my best at not laughing. “Heh, wow I can’t believe you came in this sooo confident and look where you’re at.”
I glared at her in annoyance but quickly regretted it as in response to my glare, her fingers scribbled across my heel, making me slam my back against the floor and pounded my fists on the ring floor some more. “Hey! I saw that. No glaring at me.” Sandra said with a grin.
I still kept on trying my hardest at not laughing for her but I quickly broke that in a groan of pain at feeling her legs squeezing mine for a few moments before her fingers swiftly scribbled across the ball of my foot.
“MMMHMHMMHMMHMEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!” While I felt humiliated at breaking down into laughter like this, Sandra was grinning and loving every second of this.
She kept this up for a bit longer, alternating between tickling and squeezing my legs in the figure 4 whenever I tried to hold back my laughter. Though once I began laughing, I couldn’t stop it anymore.
“Finally! Keep on laughing for me!” Cried Sandra out with a grin, her fingers going down and now scribbled all over my heel. Despite how intense she was tickling me, I knew she was taking her time at tickling me. Usually she would have just removed my sock at this point and tickled me till I was screaming, begging mess.
My laughter slowly turned into giggles as my opponent finally slowed down her tickling after a minute and now gently caressed my foot. Making my entire body shiver and squirm.
“Beg me! Beg me not to tickle your sock foot!” Sandra said with a viscous grin on her face. I shuddered at feeling her fingers on my foot but I shook my head, refusing to give Sandra the satisfaction of my begging.
I quickly mentally prepared myself for what’s to come as I felt her hands move on different spots on my foot.
One hand taking the bottom half of my foot at my heels and slightly above it. The other hand on the upper half, the rest of my sole and the ball of my foot. My body flinched every few seconds as her fingers began tapping against my sock foot.
After a few more seconds of tapping her fingers, my weak giggles and squirming turned into screaming laughter and flailing around once again at feeling the fingers now begin tickling my foot in a spider-like motion with her fingers.
It didn’t matter how much I was flopping or shaking in laughter, she wasn’t stopping. Not till I begged her not to. Sadly the non stop tickling was winning me over as I eventually gave Sandra what she wanted to hear.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA STOHOOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP IHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHITHEHEHEHEE PLLEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHSHEEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” I cried out, finally begging her not to tickle me within a matter of moments.
“Hmm I don’t know. HEY Kevin, what do you think?” Sandra called out, looking towards her tag team partner and boyfriend. I glanced at the guy, giving him a hopeful look while he tapped his chin playfully.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I mean it’s loud but I think it can be louder.” Kevin called out with a smirk, probably loving every second of this. I weakly glared at him before it quickly turned to dread at hearing his next words. “Maybe if you go for his bare feet instead.”
“N-NO! Please Sandra! Don’t listen to him!” I pleaded, my pride momentarily gone as I begged the older woman. Said woman gave me a sinister smirk as her hands grabbed my sock and gently rolled it up.
“Nooo! Please Sandra, I’ll do anything! Please don’t remove my sock!” I pleaded some more, my entire body wiggling and trying to get to the ropes. Sadly at this point, I was too tired to actually move, leaving me trapped in the middle of the ring.
“Anything?” Sandra asked, pausing her sock rolling as it barely got to my heel. I looked conflicted, regretting my words before I quickly giggled at feeling a few nails gently swiped across the bottom end of my heel that was rolled up.
“ehhehEHEHEHEHEhhehehehehhAAHHahahAHHAHahhahaHHAAHAHahhaHA! YeehheHEHEHHShshehehHEHAHAHA!” I answered before a few seconds later, Sandra stopped her small tickling.
“Hmm….admit that you’re nothing more than just a ticklish little brat!” The beautiful woman said, smirking at me.
“Never!” I said with a glare, momentarily forgetting my current predicament. I quickly regretted my quick answer as response to my words, Sandra’s nails moved back to my sock sole and began scribbling across it. “EHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!”
“Hehe, well since you refused my generous offer!” Generous offer my ass. I thought to myself but didn’t say it as I was too busy screaming in wild laughter. “Guess that means I’ll have to tickle you till you agree!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! SCHRHEHEHHWHWHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHA YOOHOHUUUUEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!” I shouted, pounding my hands onto the floor wildly. The nails began to scratch aggressively across my damp sock sole in response to my words.
I kept on screaming in laughter for another minute, I could hear Kevin screaming for Sandra to keep at it. Even worse was I could hear the crowd supporting Sandra and to “remove his sock” “tickle him till he’s unconscious” And to “make me suffer”
Well screw you too crowd!
While I thought this, I didn’t say it as I was too busy screaming in laughter as Sandra’s nails kept on scribbling my sole before going down. As her hand scribbled harder and faster on my foot, it snuck underneath my sock and began tickling the bottom of my heel before it went upwards. My sock unfortunately went up as well, giving Sandra a perfect view at the bottom of my heel.
“Aww there’s that plump, soft heel! I got to say, looking at this foot is always a pleasure!” Sandra said in a teasing tone, making me blush. One thing I always hated(and no matter how much every other wrestler said I loved it) was getting teased by other wrestlers. Especially about my foot’s appearance.
I squealed and soon began giggling helplessly as she gently caressed one finger up and down on my bare heel.
“HEHEhehehehehEHEHHEHEHEHHAhaahhahHAHAHHAhHAHHAHAhahhahahahaha! SAHAhahahahHAHAhhhahnnDDRHAHAhahahaHAHAhahhaHAHAh NOohohohoOHOHHEhehEHHAHAHAHAH.” I squealed out helplessly but like usual the older woman ignored my squealing. Instead she begins doing it randomly, adding some fingers before taking one or two away for a few seconds before adding some more and then taking them away.
Sandra kept this up for whoever knows how long as I was too busy squealing and snickering like a child to pay attention. It could have been 5 seconds or 5 minutes and I wouldn’t know. Not when Sandra knew all the correct spots to make me lose my mind.
Finally I thought she was giving me some mercy by stopping her tickling. I completely had forgotten who I was dealing with as a matter of seconds I barely heard her say this over my heavy breathing.
“I think I’m getting bored of this. I think I’ll just get my prize now~” And with that I felt Sandra grabbing my sock and slowly began to roll it up!
“NO! SANDRA P-PLEASE DON’T. NOT MY SOCK!” I screamed out, pounding my fists onto the floor, trying to think of anything to escape this hold.
“Then say it! Say you’re nothing more than a big ticklish brat!” Sandra said with a grin, her fingers wrenched down and swiped down on the middle of my heel, making me shriek in response.
I tried my hardest at not saying that but it only got worse as Sandra’s fingers kept on digging into my heel while her other hand was simply teasing my sock by threatening to pull on it. After a minute later and feeling her nails sneak into my sock to tickle my flexing sole, I finally broke, much to the satisfaction of both Sandra and Kevin.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FIIHNENENEEEEHEHAAHHAHA! IHIHIIHIHIH’MEEHEHHEHAHAHAHA AAHAHAH BIIHIHIHG TIHIHICKLISHEHHEHEE BARHRHRHRHAHAHAHAHTTHEHEHHAHAHAHA!” I screamed out, only feeling humiliated as Kevin(and the crowd) cheered at me screaming this out loud.
“There we go! That wasn’t so bad, was it.” Sandra asked mockingly, finally stopping her tickling. I merely groaned into my hands. Plenty of other wrestlers say stuff like this all the time in the league but it doesn't make it less embarrassing.
Sandra didn’t allow me to wallow in my self pity as she grabbed my sock once again and pulled! My eyes widened as I felt my sock leaving my foot. I sat up, my hands keeping me up as Sandra flashed me a smirk while holding my sock in her hands.
“Y-You promised.” I said, stuttering it out but was interrupted by the dominant woman.
“Aww, did I promise you that? Sorry but I promised you that a while ago. I believe I got an answer of never.” Sandra said with a big grin across her face, tossing my sock to Kevin.(Who caught it)
“And it’s nice to know you also think you’re a brat as well.” Sandra said, mocking me. I glared at the woman, hating how I fell to her trap.
“You bit-IHIHIIHIHIHIHIIHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” I screamed as before I could finish my word, Sandra’s fingers began scribbling all across my foot!
“Hey now! It’s your own fault for thinking we agreed on it! No need to use such words.” Sandra said, tsking like she was disappointment in me. I covered my face with my elbow for a few moments before slapping my hand on the floor in frustration. I could barely control my body as it goes out of control from crazy tickling.
“AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
“Mmm, you know I think I did miss this foot. So cute and tender. Cute toes, a nice pinkish hue all across the foot, a slender sole, an adorable plushie heel.” Sandra said loudly, allowing me to hear her over my screaming laughter. My body kept on jumping and flopped around, looking pretty much like a fish on land with the only thing keeping me down was Sandra’s weight around my legs.
I kept on screaming like this for another few minutes, screaming helplessly as Sandra fingers never settled for one particular spot. One spot she adored from how much she was tickling was the ball of my foot with how much her 10 fingers were digging into it. Which of course made me roar in laughter.
One action she knew I hated but she loved doing in plenty of previous matches was when she gently swiped her index finger across my toe pads, making me shriek in laughter and foot flail. Sadly with my foot trapped in the submission hold, it could only wiggle on her chest. Trapped where she can simply wait for it to stop flailing and swipe across my toe pads again and again.
No matter how much I screamed and begged her not to do this, she ignored me and kept on forcing my foot to dance for her. My foot was getting tired from all the tickling as soon I could barely kick it anymore. Just make it flinch and shake weakly.
“Ahhh….this is the best right. Right ticklish brat?” Mocked Sandra, her tickling finally slowing down as she lazily drew figure eights on my poor sensitive feet. Which still made me squeal and laugh heavily at the nails digging into my foot.
At this point my face was all red, heavily breathing while a few tears had escaped from the intense tickling. But despite this, I still felt like I could do something to turn this around! Despite my limbs feeling like jelly and I can barely breath without weakly giggling.
“But it’s time to end this! Get ready brat! Cause I’m gonna make you cry for mercy!” Grinned Sandra, filling me with dread at the look she had. The crowd loved this as they cheered for Sandra to end this.
“N-noooo! P-Please Sandra.” I begged, my confidence a moment ago completely vanished at her words. My toes curled and shook. Thanks to the many matches, we both knew my worst spot.
My begging only encouraged her as she nodded her head at my head shaking. “Oh yes! Now I forget. Is it hereeee?” After saying this, her fingers scribble across the center of my sole. Making me shake in laughter. “Or heerrreeeee~” Sandra kept on teasing me, tickling all over my feet except for my toes.
No matter how much I squealed and laughed at her for not to do it, I was ignored like usual. We both knew that nothing could stop her, not until she heard me give up. Yet that didn't stop me from begging her to stop it. The crowd joined in on the fun, some audience members screaming out specific parts to tickle me at. Which of course she more than happily tickle that spot.
Finally what felt like eternity, she finally said “Oh right! It was here!” And she viciously clawed all 4 of her nails right between my toe crevice’s that were open for a moment after Sandra's other nails dig furiously into the center of my foot. That broke me as I began shrieking like a banshee, my fists hitting her leg or the floor. My body squirms frantically, arms moving all over, my upper body jumping and feet kick. Yet I was completely trapped as long as my lower half was still trapped by the stronger woman’s legs.
“EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAEHEHEH EHHEHAHAHAHHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEHEHEHHEEEEEHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” The crowd popped once again at hearing my laughter explode. Kevin could barely be heard encouraging Sandra.
“Aww, looks like someone has some ticklish toes~ Poor boy. This is what you get when you try to mess with your betters. Why don’t you just tap out and this can be all over with!” Sandra said, doing her best to convince me to give up. I shook my head, screaming out no’s and all sort of negative stuff.
That merely made Sandra’s tickling go up a level. My laughter kept on echoing throughout the arena in response to Sandra zero mercy tickling. Just the slightest scratch could make me squeal like a little girl for a moment. So with Sandra’s nails digging in between my toes like one would dig for gold, my response was like a whole school bus full of them.
“AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I tried desperately to close my toes but I couldn’t get Sandra’s nails out of between my toes. Which meant I was trapping my tickler’s fingers on my tender skin and that was the last thing I wanted.
I kept on screaming in laughter for however long Sandra has been tickling my toes. My entire body was sweaty, tears had fallen from my face yet my screams were still as loud as ever. I felt like hours had passed since Sandra had started the tickling but I bet it hadn't even been 10 minutes since she started tickling my foot.
Despite my screaming and non stop wiggling, I was just barely halfway to the ropes. And with how much Sandra has been tickling me, I didn’t know if I was gonna make it. It only got worse as Sandra’s nails began to carefully scratch the side of my toes. My laughter volume increased but I screamed out less laughter in response.
Soon Sandra showed me some mercy as she stopped tickling my toes but kept her fingers between my toes. My laughter turned down but loud pitiful giggles escaped me at the constant reminder of Sandra's fingers resting between my toes.
“So you ready to give up?” Sandra asked, pride in her voice at her accomplishment of rendering me useless. But seeing my weak, barely shaking head caused her to fake sympathetic sigh.
“Oh…I was hoping you would say no~” I could barely keep my eyes open so one moment I was watching Sandra pushing some hair back away from her face and the next blink, I saw her lean down towards my foot.
My response was immediate. “NO! NO SANDRA PLEASE NOT THAT! I-I-PLASE DON’T! I-I’LL DO ANYTHING!” My pleading seemed to work as Sandra paused in her movement and her eyes looked up to mine.
And I shuddered at seeing a certain amount of smugness in them.
Now tickling was pretty much the number one way to win in my company. So many wrestlers try to be creative and smart with tickling. And throughout the years of trying new ways to tickle someone, one preferred method that multiple members of the league like to do is use their tongues.
A move that I have been exposed to many times and sadly could never handle it. And it was all thanks to Himiko of all wrestlers who has been the one that first licked my feet and showed everyone just how ticklish I was to the technique.
Which led me to spread rumors of her having a major foot fetish despite her constant protests of her not having one in revenge. I don’t believe she could lick and suck my feet so vigorously for minutes without getting some type of pleasure from it.
“You ready to tap?” Was all what Sandra said a few moments later after she heard my words.
Sadly my foolish pride refused, despite my body feeling like it was on fire. Seeing me shaking my head and weak no, all Sandra did was shrug her shoulders all innocently like it was no big deal and took a little nibble across my big toe at the same time moving her fingers back so her nails could resume drilling in my toe crevices.
And just like that, I broke at feeling Sandra’s teeth nibbling on my tender toe and nails kept on drilling between my toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! HEHEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAAHAHHAAAHAHAHA! MEEYEEYRHHRCCHEHEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEY! MEYEYERHRHRHEHEHEHEHEH! IIIIIHIHIHIHI IGIVIHVHHEHEHEHEHEH! IIIHIHIHIIHIH GIVIHVEHEHEEEEEEE!” I screamed so loudly that I bet anyone outside of the arena could hear it.
The bell didn’t ring due to the loser having to kiss the winner's foot but my submission all but guarantees my loss. I kept on squealing and shrieking, my hand slapping the floor in hopes Sandra would finally stop but she ignored my pleas as her teeth kept on nibbling my toe pad. I could tell she was having too much fun driving me insane with laughter.
Luckily for me she didn't move onto the rest of my toes and instead she stopped, releasing me from the hold. The moment I felt Sandra's strong legs released mine, I slumped to the floor in exhaustion and took long deep breaths.
I could barely do anything, my entire body felt like it was one fire. But hearing someone taking a step close to me, I weakly opened my eyes and saw a familiar black tight foot barely above my face.
“Go on. Kiss it.” Said Sandra with a smirk that was practically daring me to do anything but kiss it. A small part of me wanted to tickle it. Wanting to get some revenge or show some rebellious. But after such a intense tickle torture, I was to weak to do anything. (plus it was a stupidly cute foot)
Sighing in defeet, I leaned up a little and took a small kiss to it. And hearing the bell ring, I sealed my fate. The foot moved down gently to smother my face for a few seconds.
It pushed against my face before laying on it, the toes wiggling against the top half of my face while her sole rub against my nose and her heel resting on my chin. This went on for a few seconds before it began moving and rubbing all over my face.
I did nothing but breathe through my nose and took in the slightly sweaty, pleasant aroma and squirm a little. I hated how much I enjoyed this.
Sandra kept on smothering me for a while. I was too tired to know how long I was doing this as I could only try to get as much air I could get into my body. Smelling her foot as a consequence.
I thought maybe she was done humiliating me when she removed her foot. Giving me a chance to take a long deep breath to get some fresh air.
Of course I was wrong as after I took that breath, a larger and wider, pale barefoot replaced Sandra’s foot and sat on my face.
I moaned in dismay as Kevin apparently had entered the ring and was now rubbing his foot on me. The humiliation only got worse as I was smothered by his foot now.
And just to add the humiliation cherry on top, I felt Sandra sat her foot on my stomach and grid it against my abs.
Glancing to my side and just barely being able to see past Kevin’s bare foot, I saw Kevin had Sandra’s hand up like he was a ref and saying she was the winner on the giant screen over the entrance for the wrestlers.
I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at my defeat and current position. (and even more embarrassing was my slight arousal of the two). I couldn’t think things couldn’t get worse till I heard Sandra say
“How about we break in our new tickle toy~” And seeing the two grinning down towards me, I could only gulp. Realizing my time with the two was gonna be a long one.
Hope you enjoy the story! Like I said before but thanks again to The Kev for allowing me to use his characters Sandra and Kevin!
I have a question but if I were to make another story, any preferences or even ideas? That doesn't mean I’ll do it but just wondering.
I know I want to try and resume my tickle wrestling league story but I’ll probably change some stuff if I get back to it. Maybe rewrite it? 🤷♂️ who knows.
I got a bit inspired after reading a few Pokemon tickle story and thought it could be fun making a Pokemon tickle series that revolves around a trainer getting into tickle situation through their adventure. I think this might be the one that I'm leaning towards.
Another few ideas are simple tickle wrestling type of stories. All with different/random characters and scenarios but keep the tickle wrestling part.
Also I do got some other stuff planned, so hopefully I'll make it some time this year lol
Big thanks to The_Kev for allowing me to use his characters Sandra and Kevin. Please go check him out if you like both tickling and wrestling!
Let me know if you guys would want me to do a sequel of this or do something like this again.
A bit of warning, there is gonna be some foot fetish stuff. Nothing major but just some little bit of it. Also wrestling stuff as well.
Also a mix of M/F and F/M back and forth for a while.
I smiled and waved towards the cheering crowd. Enjoying the atmosphere. I couldn’t help but be excited for my current match. I was gonna face Sandra from The Alliance in a tickle slave match.
The match itself is a special type of match. The two wrestlers must wrestle inside the ring and keep it inside, no ref in this match with a 5 second rope break. Or it would have been if Sandra didn’t make a weird request that the person has to touch the rope for a rope break. I didn’t really understand why she worded it out like that but I was fine with that rule. And finally the only way to win is to accept your opponent giving up and have them kiss your feet.
And to make sure none of these rules are gonna get broken, an hour long tickle punishment if someone intentionally breaks the rules or for the one that forces someone to break a rule. Like if I threw Sandra over the ropes and to the ring floor and left her there.
The loser then has to be the winner’s slave for the next two months. I immediately agreed to the match once I heard that. I couldn’t wait to make Sandra beg and scream in laughter for 2 whole months!
Hearing her music, I smirked at seeing her making way towards the ring with her boyfriend Kevin. My eyes darted between Kevin's simple outfit of black shorts and black tank top with no foot wear and Sandra black sports bra, black tights and fishnet onesie.
Meanwhile I was wearing black wrestling trunks and black wrestling boots with ankle length socks inside. I was pretty slim, a solid wrestling body and an inch or two shorter than Kevin with short yet shaggy black hair.
I wasn’t really surprised at seeing Kevin with her as most tag team wrestlers usually had their partners with them. Though I wasn’t worried about Kevin being here since I know the penalty if Kevin tried to get inside the ring and stop the match.
Which was 2 hours of pure tickle torture.
I gave Sandra a smirk while she gave me a cold look right back.
I guess she wasn’t happy with me interfering in her and Kevin’s match against The Billion Dollar Couple for the tag team championship belts.
So what if I might have sneakily grabbed a down Sandra outside of the ring before she could get back up to save Kevin from a double attack by both Brian and Jessica, which caused him to tap out within a minute or two. All the while I kept her hidden just outside of the ref’s view and tickled her. (which luckily the ref didn’t hear as Kevin was too busy also screaming in laughter)
It wasn’t my fault if they lost the belts. I just wanted revenge. Which you know, so happened to be their tag team championship match. Sandra was the one that started all this by interfering in my match against Kevin first by grabbing a foot when I was near the ropes. Which stalled just long enough to allow Kevin to attack and knock me almost out before he made me tap out by tickling me.
I glanced at Kevin, who had a neutral look on him but I bet he was nervous for this match. He could only watch his girlfriend face another wrestler and if she loses, which she most definitely will, he probably won’t see her for a while. And if he does see her, it’ll probably be with me tickling her.
Seeing she wasn’t in the mood to talk, I gave her a teasing smirk which only got an annoyed glare at me. After a few seconds after getting into wrestling stances, we heard the bell rang, signaling the match to start.
Immediately we both rush towards each other, locking arms and trying to overpower the other.
I knew my chances were 50/50 against Sandra with a strong contest. While I wasn’t overly muscular, having a leaner, toned body with light abs around my stomach, I could still match most wrestlers with my strength.
Sandra on the other hand, she was someone I knew was pretty strong. Being able to pick up and slam almost everyone in the league. Me included thanks to our previous matches.
Still we seemed pretty even before she managed to untangle her hands away from mine and squeezed my sides.
I bit my lip and shook my head, trying my best at not laughing first. I saw Sandra smirked at seeing this but quickly lost it as I would push both of her arms away and slid behind her.
Quickly I would wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze my hands on her toned abdomen. My opponent did the exact same thing as I did a few seconds ago but stomped her feet as well, trying her hardest at not to laugh.
But I wasn’t done yet! With my arms around her waist, I picked her up and suplexed her behind me. I smirked at the loud slamming noise and a small annoyed grunt behind me.
While she was dazed from the slam, I moved behind her and put my knee on her back. A second later, I began squeezing her sides, enjoying the sight of Sandra jolting at my touch.
I grinned at feeling her shivering and squirming violently at my touching. “Tickle tickle~ Come on Sandra! I know you want to giggle~” I said in a teasing tone as she shook her head.
Her arms are alternating between trying to hit my arms or pounding on the floor but she still couldn’t escape my hold.
Eventually she finally burst into laughter as my fingers drilled into the top parts of her ribs. That filled me with pride at getting the first laugh of the match. “PfffEHHEHEhehehehehhahhaAHAHHAHAHAahhahahahahaha!”
“Aww there it is! That’s the cute laughter I wanted to hear.” I said, my fingers kept on digging all over her ribs and sides, making her laugh harder.
I loved her adorable giggles. She was the type of tough, strong girl to giggle cutely once tickled. And boy was she giggling.
Still after a few more seconds of side tickling, I would get up and grab her. I forced her right up and tried to Irish whip her into the corner.
However instead of going, she used that momentum to launch me to the ropes instead. I ran to the ropes, bouncing off of them and attempted to give her a clothesline.
Though she was ready as she ducked under my arm. I kept on going as I used the ropes to try it again. But this time she jumped high in the air and slammed her feet into my face, sending me on my back.
I groaned and rubbed my face but didn’t have any time to do anything else before she sat on my stomach.
“This is how you tickle someone!” She declared before scribbling her fingers all over my stomach.
I burst into uncontrollable giggles at feeling her nails running all over my stomach. One thing I always hated about her fingers was that not only were her nails sharp like any other female wrestler's nails, her fingers were also strong enough that kneading my tickle spots was easy for her.
“HeheheHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHAAhahahahahAHAHAHAhahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAhahahahahahA!” I said giggling and squirming around. “GHEheEHEEHETTTHehahaehe OFhohFHEheHEeehehehehehe!”
She smirked down at me once she heard my giggling. I squirmed and shook underneath her. Trying to buckle her off of me but she wasn’t making it easy. Her fingers wouldn’t stop at my stomach as they began teasingly going all over my midsection. But seeing my giggles went down, focused back to my stomach.
After a bit of stomach tickling, the fingers would then begin randomly teasing my upper body before scribbling hard on my stomach a moment later. Which made my giggles turn into uncontrollable laughter before going back down to giggles once she moved back above my stomach.
All wrestlers knew where most wrestlers are ticklish due to watching the matches and tickling them previously in matches. But we all made a silent agreement that we would tickle more weaker spots first before targeting the really bad spots of their opponent.
I kept on squirming and giggling helplessly as her fingers kept on exploring all over. Though the most I giggled was when nails scratched my stomach.
“What’s wrong? Someone has a ticklish tumtum?” Mocked Sandra, stopping her random tickling and went back to focusing on my stomach for quite a while. Making my laughter rise.
“HeheheHEhehehHEHEHAhhAHAHhahaha. StOHohohoHOOHHAahAhAHAhehhehehEHEHHAhHAHAaHAhaHahaHAP!” I said giggling some more, my stomach quivered at her touch. After a few more seconds of giggling, my fingers would reach up and give a squeeze to Sandra’s vulnerable legs.
I got a beautiful sound in return with her squealing in surprise from her legs getting tickled. I kept on squeezing and tickling the vulnerable, thin layered legs for a few more seconds till she had to roll off of me to escape my tickling.
I really didn’t understand why someone would wear only tights to keep your body safe from tickling but I wasn’t complaining at the super soft feeling the legs had.
I giggled for another second or two before I controlled it. I got to my knees as Sandra did the same. We then begin grappling with each other, occasionally taking jabs to tickle the other.
My fingers would go for her sides and ribs while she would tickle my stomach or sides. After a few more seconds of taking swift scratches at each other, she managed to lock me in a headlock before taking me down.
I grunted as her armpit wrapped around my face as she used both arms to lock in the hold tighter. One arm couldn’t do anything as it was trapped between our bodies while my other arm could just reach her ribs and tickle it. It made her giggle but she was determined not to let go.
“Ha! What are you gonna do now?” Sandra asked with a superior smirk. Mocking in her tone. I squirmed more and pushed against her but found it too hard to break free.
I glared up at Sandra as she kept on taunting me. My eyes glanced towards the hairless armpit. I smirked a little at a thought as I dove my head right up.
I took great satisfaction at hearing Sandar screaming in surprise from my tongue licking across the pit for a few seconds before I blew a raspberry on the soft flesh for another few seconds after the lick.
And the sound she made was like music to my ears!
“EEEEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Screamed the beautiful woman in surprise. I kept on doing this for another second or two before she instantly released me. She got to her feet and walked a few feet away from me, wiping her armpit.
“Did you just lick my-UGH!” Sandra was cut off as once she released me, I got to my feet, ran at her, grabbed the back of her head and bulldogged her into the floor.
“Yes I did and it’s not my fault that you shoved it in my face.” I said with a shrug. Honestly I’ve seen and experienced much worse to be weirded out by licking her armpit to tickle her.
I smirked as she rubbed her head and tried to get back up. She turned to glare at me when she was about half way up but that glare turned into a surprise look as I ran right at her and dropped kicked her before she could get up all the way.
I crashed on my back from the drop kick but instantly got right back up. I felt some pride at seeing Sandra groaning and dazed from my blow.
Grabbing her long legs, I flipped her onto her stomach and sat on her lower half. I smirked at feeling Sandra freezing for a moment before buckling crazy like a bull. She attempted to crawl to the ropes with all her strength, slowly making her way towards it even with my weight slowing her down.
“Come on Sandra! Hurry!” Cried out Kevin as he slapped his palms on the ring, hoping to encourage his girlfriend. I grinned at him, enjoying his cries and Sandra’s frantic struggling. After a few seconds of basking in the moment, I leaned down to grab and hold the tight covered foot tightly.
“Aww what’s wrong?” I asked in a teasing tone, my index finger swiping up across the foot. I felt delight at not only feeling the soft, warm fabric covered foot wiggling around but also hearing Sandra squeal in response to my gentle tickling. This was gonna be fun~
“Does someone have a ticklish foot?” I asked, taking more swipes across the soft fabric covered foot, loving the adorable squeals Sandra was releasing with each swipe. “Is that a yes?”
“S-SCREHEHEHHEWEEHEEHEEHEH YOHOHOHOHOHUUHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” Screamed Sandra, bursting into laughter as my fingers began scribbling all across the foot before she could finish her sentence.
“Hey it’s not my fault if you wear such revealing and soft foot wear to cover your feet. I mean seriously, why would you wear leggings and a fishnet outfit to cover your body yet no solid footwear? It’s like you are begging for someone to tickle your feet.” I said in a teasing tone.
I loved most of the wrestlers' outfits but I just couldn’t understand why she wouldn't wear footwear. Or at least wear something that actually protects her feet instead of super soft fabric. At least if you wear footwear, have it at least protect your feet.
“SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUAHAHHAT HUUHHUHHHAHAHAHAPEHEHEHEHHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” Screamed Sandra as I would only have to flicker her toes to make her squeal in laughter. I wonder if the soft fabric only made her feet more ticklish. I guess I’ll thoroughly check later once I win.
I kept on tickling the foot for another minute or two, taking my time as I was having too much fun making such a tough woman squeal and laugh.
Not too long however I heard Kevin cheer and Sandra screaming “ROPE BREAK! ROPE BREAK!” Glancing behind me and seeing it was true, I shrugged my shoulders at her grabbing the ropes. I kept on tickling the foot for another few seconds before stopping.
Oh well, I knew I shouldn’t have played with her and go straight to tickle her as hard as I could but it was just so fun! I was feeling pretty confident in my victory. Maybe next time I’ll rip her tights and tickle her bare feet then.
I got off of her and gave her a few moments to rest before walking towards her, attending to bring her back up to do another move on her. But before I could do anything, she lunged on me and wrapped her legs around me, sending me tumbling down.
We struggled for a few seconds before she managed to lock me in a bodyscissors type hold. My feet could only kick the floor near the ropes, attempting to kick me towards them. Her arms quickly grabbed my arms, trapping me. Though I wasn’t too sure why she was doing this as she couldn’t tickle me like this and if I get my arms free, I can tickle her feet from my position.
“And what now-hey!” I said as I was about to mock her for putting her feet near me and she only delayed the inevitable. But I was taken by surprise at feeling someone grabbing one of my feet, holding it tightly before grabbing my other one.
Looking in front of me, I looked at Kevin in annoyance as he held my feet, making me wiggling around. I didn’t understand why he was doing this but didn’t have time to question it cause he began unlacing one of my shoe!
My annoyance turned to horror as he flashed me a smirk. My squirming intensified but so did Sandra’s hold tighten to keep me trapped.
“H-Hey! Stop it! You cheaters!” I said grunting as I tried to free myself but failed as Sandra’s long, strong legs kept me still. I was getting more nervous as I felt him unlacing my shoe knot.
“It’s not cheating! Why did you think I made that one specific rule!” I could just hear the smugness in Sandra's voice. I gulped at hearing this. Of course these two planned this! No wonder they didn’t seem worried about Kevin move.
Our wrestling system was pretty lenient when it comes to this type of stuff, especially when there is no ref or there is a specific rule added. Like oh let’s say a rule that you must be grabbing the rope in order for a rope break. I wanted to groan in frustration at my stupidity from earlier but I have much bigger things to worry about at the moment.
My squirming and buckling only grew more ragged, fearful of what’s to come as I felt my shoe only getting looser by the second.
I stopped my squirming and gathered all my strength, I finally managed to kick Kevin away from my feet! Before he could get back up from his fall, I grabbed Sandra’s legs and pushed my feet back onto the ropes. I then use the ropes to move back, free from Kevin’s clutches.
We rolled around a little as I managed to free myself from her legs before backing up. I gulped as I guessed with my kick at Kevin, he clutched my boot tight enough to remove my boot.
My sock felt very vulnerable next to my boot foot as I could feel Sandra glancing at it. She flashed me a smirk when we made eye contact. Making me feel a little bit nervous before she moved closer towards me.
I felt a bit awkward due to the height differences between my sock and boot but that wasn’t gonna stop me from taking Sandra down.
We both wrestled for multiple, long minutes with a fight that went back and forth, alternating between wrestling and tickling whenever we could.
I was able to make her squeal and laugh many times. The easiest times were tickling her sides and squeezing her hips when I made it seem like I was gonna go for a move. Along with her stomach whenever I got the chance to scribble across the thin clothed protected stomach.
Anytime I was near her feet, I quickly scribbled and tickled them, making her scream in laughter. Though sadly I could never get a good grip on them long enough to tickle them fully. Only a few swipes and pokes before she got smart and kept them away from me.
But my best move so far was when I managed to trap her in a Bearhug and brought her body up. Despite her struggles, once my lips touched her belly button and blew a raspberry, she cackled in laughter. Luckily the fishnet onesie also barely protected her stomach. I did this for multiple, long seconds, enjoying the poorly protected toned, flat stomach.
I did this for quite some time before sadly for me, she managed to escape eventually.
On the other hand, she got the same reaction from me as well, driving her fingers into my armpits whenever before going down to tickle my sides when I tried to bring my arms to protect them.
She got a particularly loud scream when a few of her fingers managed to scribble my sock foot but like me, never could have gotten a good hold of it. She definitely got her revenge for my bearhug by sitting on my arms and tickling my pits. She even blew a few raspberries onto my exposed, hairless pits while squeezing my ribs with her free hands. All the while teasing and taunting me.
Luckily I managed to escaped not to long after she started blowing raspberries by wiggle my arms just up enough to tickle those feet of hers.
This usually was how we wrestled against each other, both of us getting some small “damage” into the other before eventually one of us would make a mistake. Which at this moment seemed to be Sandra since she has her back towards me and slowly rising after one good tickle attack seemed to leave her breathless at the moment.
I quickly got back up, hoping to land a simple but strong big boot to her face with my boot foot. I was hoping this could finally put her down and either get the win with a pin or tickle her enough for her to finally give up!
But just before I could slam my foot against her face-
“SANDRA! BEHIND YOU!”
Kevin with his big mouth shouted out where I was and she caught my foot. I would have sent him an angry look but I send Sandra a nervous look instead as she held my foot tightly.
She sent me a gleeful smirk before she kicked/pushed my standing leg, sending me only my back. Before I could do anything, she turned me onto my stomach and locked me in an ankle lock.
“AHH!” I screamed in pain as Sandra twisted my ankle, making me slam my fists on the floor. She kept me trapped in the hold for a few more seconds, seeming to enjoy my scream before she wrapped an arm tightly around my leg.
I squirmed some more, hoping to wiggle my foot free but with how tightly she was holding it, I couldn’t break free. My squirming only got more increasing at feeling her unlacing my laces.
“Nohoh! Stop it!” I said, shuddering at the feeling of my boot slowly getting loose. That was obviously ignored and instead had the opposite effect with now Sandra began pulling on my foot with one hand while her other hand was pulling on my laces.
“Keep on pulling Sandra! You got him!” Kevin Cheered, making me struggle more. I shot him an annoyed look but he shot me right back with a cheeky smirk.
His smirk grew as he saw my face turn to horror when I felt Sandra ripping the boot off my foot, exposing my sock foot. “Ahh, there we go!” grinned Sandra as my foot flexed and squirmed in front of her.
“D-don’t!” I shouted out, pounding my fists onto the floor, trying to think of anything to escape this hold. Sadly I could barely do anything at this moment. Not with me worrying as I barely have any protection for my feet. And unfortunately for me, I was nowhere near the rope for a rope break.
My mind went blank for a moment, stopping any thoughts of escaping as I felt 5 sharp nails scratching my sole, making me scream in laughter. “AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!” I screamed out, slamming my fists onto the floor in laughter
“That’s it! Scream for me!” Laughed Sandra, her fingers scribbling all over my foot.
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOOHOHHAHAHHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHP!” I squealed out, my head shaking rapidly.
“I wonder just how ticklish this whittle foot is.” taunted Sandra as her fingers swiped up to my toes, making me squeal in response to the tickling. She was clearly not holding back, going for a fast, teasing approach. “Aww you don’t like me doing this? Don’t worry, you don’t have a choice anyway!”
“HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHEHEHHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHA! QUHUHUHEHEHHEHEHEIHIIHIT HIHIHIIHEHHEHIHIHETHTHEHEHHEHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I screamed out, slowly inching us closer and closer to the ropes.
I gave a few(Okay a lot) more cackles and squeals at feeling Sandra’s nails skittering and tickling underneath my sock toes. Sadly for me, my black socks weren't the best thing to protect against tickling as they were ankle socks, very short socks and thin. Something that Sandra let me know about.
“Such weak thin socks! I bet you were wearing these just for me, didn’t you.” She said, mocking me a little, her nails stopping for a moment and instead grabbed my toes and wiggled my toes, making me shiver and squeal a little. I guess this was a bit of revenge for my earlier comment about her leggings/fishnet combination.
“S-Shut u-HEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I said before I squealed again at feeling her nails gently squeezed a few off my toes, one particularly sharp nail directly scratching my toe stem. That sent me into hysterical laughter.
Which only encouraged Sandra to keep on doing this as I covered my face in embarrassment at what Sandra was saying was very cute.
Finally she stopped doing that, only to now dig between my wiggling toes now, which also sent me into hysterical laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!” I screamed, slamming my fists onto the floor in response to the toe tickling.
Despite my best attempts at trying to hide my toes or wiggle them away, Sandra’s hold was too tight for my wiggling foot to escape, leaving me screaming in laughter for whoever knows how long.
“Come on tickle boy. I’m barely even trying to hold you down and you’re barely moving! Maybe you need some motivation.” Sandra said, loving my(in her words) adorable, girly shrieking.
I could only breath heavily and slowly bring us closer to the ropes, screaming in laughter every few seconds at the nails randomly attacking my foot.
After about another minute worth of struggling, I finally reached the ropes, breathing heavily as I practically leaned my entire weight on it.
“About time.” Teased Sandra finally releasing my foot as I giggled weakly for a few seconds. My feet were my worst ticklish spot, a single scratch could make me jump and laugh. Especially on my toes. I guess the only good thing is that I wasn’t alone as that tickle spot is shared to most of everyone in the league. Though apparently I was told by others that my feet were one of the most ticklish.(A fact that I don’t believe and I believe it’s wrong but I don’t want to say that cause I don’t want to test it out)
I closed my eyes for a few seconds, exhausted after all the tickling as I gleefully sucked up all the air I could get. But the next thing I knew I had something soft but slightly smelly rubbing my face. I wouldn’t admit it but I secretly enjoyed this. However I knew when I opened my eyes, it wasn’t something good and probably humiliating.
Opening my eyes I was greeted with 2 socks, one small gray sock and the other a long white sock. I hated that I was right.
I immediately rolled away from the socks, a small blush filling my face. Kevin grinned at me, who had tossed the socks on my face. I glared at him, annoyed with everything he had done. Grabbing the socks I tossed them back at Kevin, hoping to hit him. Though instead he caught them.
With a blush on my face from either the embarrassment or the weird enjoyment, I couldn’t tell, I backed away a little and gave a kick towards Kevin. Kevin backed away, chuckling as he put the socks back into his pockets. Meanwhile I got to my knees and slowly got back up.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like Kevin and my socks? Or maybe it’s the smell? Well don’t worry after I win, you’ll be acquainted with the scent verrry well.” said a very familiar voice behind me. I snapped back to the match, realizing my mistake of ignoring Sandra.
I hastily got up to my feet and turned around with Sandra right behind me. Her arms snaked around my waist as I was grabbed and lifted up!
“Uh no.” I muttered and gulped as Sandra carried me away from the ropes. Sandra chuckled, probably hearing my negative response.
“Oh yes. Up you go!” Sandra said while carrying me to the center of the ring. I tried to fight against her, pounding my fists on her back and wiggled in her grasp.
But despite my best effort, she kept on trucking through. Even after I tickled her exposed armpits, a thing that made her stumble a little and laugh. But she kept on carrying me towards the middle of the ring. Fighting through the tickling.
“HHAhahnenEEEHHEHE DodOhwoWneheh YOOHOHohouh gooOHOHOHO!” BOOOM!
Ugh….was that a truck that slammed into me? No wait….oh yeah I remembered. Sandra planted me on the ground with a spinebuster.
I blacked out a few seconds after the slam. Blinking a little, I grunted and used my arms to get up. But when I tried to move my feet, I felt them trapped by something.
“Wakey wakey~” Sang a feminine voice in front of me. I tried to wiggle my legs but I quickly found them trapped and realized someone’s legs were intertwined with mine. Before I could say or do anything, I felt 10 nails attacking one of my feet.
“HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I screamed out, slamming my hands onto the floor. I quickly snapped out of my dazed state and looked at the woman.
I had hoped that she simply was sitting on my legs or even did a scissored hold on them.
But instead of a regular leg lock, my opponent trapped me in a figure four leg lock, giving her complete access to my foot and making it much, much harder for me to get to the ropes. I mentally gulped in fright as Sandra flashed me a grin, noticing my nervousness.
“What’s wrong? Not so tough now are you?” Mocked Sandra grinning at my nervousness. My feet were flailing and kicking around, desperately trying to escape. But sadly with how tight the hold was, it was pointless.
“Sandra n-no please! Not my feet!” I pleaded with my opponent, making her grin grow at my begging. I hated that I had to beg her not to tickle me but sadly for me, I could do nothing but beg.
“Oh? And why not your feet?” Asked Sandra innocently, leaning on one arm and using her other hand to gently swipe up and down on my foot. An action that made me lurch and shake my head, biting my lip. “Is the little boy ticklish?”
I slammed my back against the floor, shaking my head at feeling 3 perfectly sharp nails carefully and slowly tickled my foot. I bite my lip, shivering at the slow tickling and trying not to allow her words get to me.
“Come on you big baby. Scream for me!” Sandra said with a grin, wanting to break me into laughter. I shook my head, slamming my fists onto the floor, trying my best at not laughing. “Heh, wow I can’t believe you came in this sooo confident and look where you’re at.”
I glared at her in annoyance but quickly regretted it as in response to my glare, her fingers scribbled across my heel, making me slam my back against the floor and pounded my fists on the ring floor some more. “Hey! I saw that. No glaring at me.” Sandra said with a grin.
I still kept on trying my hardest at not laughing for her but I quickly broke that in a groan of pain at feeling her legs squeezing mine for a few moments before her fingers swiftly scribbled across the ball of my foot.
“MMMHMHMMHMMHMEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!” While I felt humiliated at breaking down into laughter like this, Sandra was grinning and loving every second of this.
She kept this up for a bit longer, alternating between tickling and squeezing my legs in the figure 4 whenever I tried to hold back my laughter. Though once I began laughing, I couldn’t stop it anymore.
“Finally! Keep on laughing for me!” Cried Sandra out with a grin, her fingers going down and now scribbled all over my heel. Despite how intense she was tickling me, I knew she was taking her time at tickling me. Usually she would have just removed my sock at this point and tickled me till I was screaming, begging mess.
My laughter slowly turned into giggles as my opponent finally slowed down her tickling after a minute and now gently caressed my foot. Making my entire body shiver and squirm.
“Beg me! Beg me not to tickle your sock foot!” Sandra said with a viscous grin on her face. I shuddered at feeling her fingers on my foot but I shook my head, refusing to give Sandra the satisfaction of my begging.
I quickly mentally prepared myself for what’s to come as I felt her hands move on different spots on my foot.
One hand taking the bottom half of my foot at my heels and slightly above it. The other hand on the upper half, the rest of my sole and the ball of my foot. My body flinched every few seconds as her fingers began tapping against my sock foot.
After a few more seconds of tapping her fingers, my weak giggles and squirming turned into screaming laughter and flailing around once again at feeling the fingers now begin tickling my foot in a spider-like motion with her fingers.
It didn’t matter how much I was flopping or shaking in laughter, she wasn’t stopping. Not till I begged her not to. Sadly the non stop tickling was winning me over as I eventually gave Sandra what she wanted to hear.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHHEHEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA STOHOOHHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAP IHIHIIHIHIHIHIHIHITHEHEHEHEE PLLEHEHEHEHEHHHAHAHSHEEHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” I cried out, finally begging her not to tickle me within a matter of moments.
“Hmm I don’t know. HEY Kevin, what do you think?” Sandra called out, looking towards her tag team partner and boyfriend. I glanced at the guy, giving him a hopeful look while he tapped his chin playfully.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I mean it’s loud but I think it can be louder.” Kevin called out with a smirk, probably loving every second of this. I weakly glared at him before it quickly turned to dread at hearing his next words. “Maybe if you go for his bare feet instead.”
“N-NO! Please Sandra! Don’t listen to him!” I pleaded, my pride momentarily gone as I begged the older woman. Said woman gave me a sinister smirk as her hands grabbed my sock and gently rolled it up.
“Nooo! Please Sandra, I’ll do anything! Please don’t remove my sock!” I pleaded some more, my entire body wiggling and trying to get to the ropes. Sadly at this point, I was too tired to actually move, leaving me trapped in the middle of the ring.
“Anything?” Sandra asked, pausing her sock rolling as it barely got to my heel. I looked conflicted, regretting my words before I quickly giggled at feeling a few nails gently swiped across the bottom end of my heel that was rolled up.
“ehhehEHEHEHEHEhhehehehehhAAHHahahAHHAHahhahaHHAAHAHahhaHA! YeehheHEHEHHShshehehHEHAHAHA!” I answered before a few seconds later, Sandra stopped her small tickling.
“Hmm….admit that you’re nothing more than just a ticklish little brat!” The beautiful woman said, smirking at me.
“Never!” I said with a glare, momentarily forgetting my current predicament. I quickly regretted my quick answer as response to my words, Sandra’s nails moved back to my sock sole and began scribbling across it. “EHEEHEHHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAH!”
“Hehe, well since you refused my generous offer!” Generous offer my ass. I thought to myself but didn’t say it as I was too busy screaming in wild laughter. “Guess that means I’ll have to tickle you till you agree!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH! SCHRHEHEHHWHWHEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHA YOOHOHUUUUEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEH!” I shouted, pounding my hands onto the floor wildly. The nails began to scratch aggressively across my damp sock sole in response to my words.
I kept on screaming in laughter for another minute, I could hear Kevin screaming for Sandra to keep at it. Even worse was I could hear the crowd supporting Sandra and to “remove his sock” “tickle him till he’s unconscious” And to “make me suffer”
Well screw you too crowd!
While I thought this, I didn’t say it as I was too busy screaming in laughter as Sandra’s nails kept on scribbling my sole before going down. As her hand scribbled harder and faster on my foot, it snuck underneath my sock and began tickling the bottom of my heel before it went upwards. My sock unfortunately went up as well, giving Sandra a perfect view at the bottom of my heel.
“Aww there’s that plump, soft heel! I got to say, looking at this foot is always a pleasure!” Sandra said in a teasing tone, making me blush. One thing I always hated(and no matter how much every other wrestler said I loved it) was getting teased by other wrestlers. Especially about my foot’s appearance.
I squealed and soon began giggling helplessly as she gently caressed one finger up and down on my bare heel.
“HEHEhehehehehEHEHHEHEHEHHAhaahhahHAHAHHAhHAHHAHAhahhahahahaha! SAHAhahahahHAHAhhhahnnDDRHAHAhahahaHAHAhahhaHAHAh NOohohohoOHOHHEhehEHHAHAHAHAH.” I squealed out helplessly but like usual the older woman ignored my squealing. Instead she begins doing it randomly, adding some fingers before taking one or two away for a few seconds before adding some more and then taking them away.
Sandra kept this up for whoever knows how long as I was too busy squealing and snickering like a child to pay attention. It could have been 5 seconds or 5 minutes and I wouldn’t know. Not when Sandra knew all the correct spots to make me lose my mind.
Finally I thought she was giving me some mercy by stopping her tickling. I completely had forgotten who I was dealing with as a matter of seconds I barely heard her say this over my heavy breathing.
“I think I’m getting bored of this. I think I’ll just get my prize now~” And with that I felt Sandra grabbing my sock and slowly began to roll it up!
“NO! SANDRA P-PLEASE DON’T. NOT MY SOCK!” I screamed out, pounding my fists onto the floor, trying to think of anything to escape this hold.
“Then say it! Say you’re nothing more than a big ticklish brat!” Sandra said with a grin, her fingers wrenched down and swiped down on the middle of my heel, making me shriek in response.
I tried my hardest at not saying that but it only got worse as Sandra’s fingers kept on digging into my heel while her other hand was simply teasing my sock by threatening to pull on it. After a minute later and feeling her nails sneak into my sock to tickle my flexing sole, I finally broke, much to the satisfaction of both Sandra and Kevin.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FIIHNENENEEEEHEHAAHHAHA! IHIHIIHIHIH’MEEHEHHEHAHAHAHA AAHAHAH BIIHIHIHG TIHIHICKLISHEHHEHEE BARHRHRHRHAHAHAHAHTTHEHEHHAHAHAHA!” I screamed out, only feeling humiliated as Kevin(and the crowd) cheered at me screaming this out loud.
“There we go! That wasn’t so bad, was it.” Sandra asked mockingly, finally stopping her tickling. I merely groaned into my hands. Plenty of other wrestlers say stuff like this all the time in the league but it doesn't make it less embarrassing.
Sandra didn’t allow me to wallow in my self pity as she grabbed my sock once again and pulled! My eyes widened as I felt my sock leaving my foot. I sat up, my hands keeping me up as Sandra flashed me a smirk while holding my sock in her hands.
“Y-You promised.” I said, stuttering it out but was interrupted by the dominant woman.
“Aww, did I promise you that? Sorry but I promised you that a while ago. I believe I got an answer of never.” Sandra said with a big grin across her face, tossing my sock to Kevin.(Who caught it)
“And it’s nice to know you also think you’re a brat as well.” Sandra said, mocking me. I glared at the woman, hating how I fell to her trap.
“You bit-IHIHIIHIHIHIHIIHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” I screamed as before I could finish my word, Sandra’s fingers began scribbling all across my foot!
“Hey now! It’s your own fault for thinking we agreed on it! No need to use such words.” Sandra said, tsking like she was disappointment in me. I covered my face with my elbow for a few moments before slapping my hand on the floor in frustration. I could barely control my body as it goes out of control from crazy tickling.
“AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
“Mmm, you know I think I did miss this foot. So cute and tender. Cute toes, a nice pinkish hue all across the foot, a slender sole, an adorable plushie heel.” Sandra said loudly, allowing me to hear her over my screaming laughter. My body kept on jumping and flopped around, looking pretty much like a fish on land with the only thing keeping me down was Sandra’s weight around my legs.
I kept on screaming like this for another few minutes, screaming helplessly as Sandra fingers never settled for one particular spot. One spot she adored from how much she was tickling was the ball of my foot with how much her 10 fingers were digging into it. Which of course made me roar in laughter.
One action she knew I hated but she loved doing in plenty of previous matches was when she gently swiped her index finger across my toe pads, making me shriek in laughter and foot flail. Sadly with my foot trapped in the submission hold, it could only wiggle on her chest. Trapped where she can simply wait for it to stop flailing and swipe across my toe pads again and again.
No matter how much I screamed and begged her not to do this, she ignored me and kept on forcing my foot to dance for her. My foot was getting tired from all the tickling as soon I could barely kick it anymore. Just make it flinch and shake weakly.
“Ahhh….this is the best right. Right ticklish brat?” Mocked Sandra, her tickling finally slowing down as she lazily drew figure eights on my poor sensitive feet. Which still made me squeal and laugh heavily at the nails digging into my foot.
At this point my face was all red, heavily breathing while a few tears had escaped from the intense tickling. But despite this, I still felt like I could do something to turn this around! Despite my limbs feeling like jelly and I can barely breath without weakly giggling.
“But it’s time to end this! Get ready brat! Cause I’m gonna make you cry for mercy!” Grinned Sandra, filling me with dread at the look she had. The crowd loved this as they cheered for Sandra to end this.
“N-noooo! P-Please Sandra.” I begged, my confidence a moment ago completely vanished at her words. My toes curled and shook. Thanks to the many matches, we both knew my worst spot.
My begging only encouraged her as she nodded her head at my head shaking. “Oh yes! Now I forget. Is it hereeee?” After saying this, her fingers scribble across the center of my sole. Making me shake in laughter. “Or heerrreeeee~” Sandra kept on teasing me, tickling all over my feet except for my toes.
No matter how much I squealed and laughed at her for not to do it, I was ignored like usual. We both knew that nothing could stop her, not until she heard me give up. Yet that didn't stop me from begging her to stop it. The crowd joined in on the fun, some audience members screaming out specific parts to tickle me at. Which of course she more than happily tickle that spot.
Finally what felt like eternity, she finally said “Oh right! It was here!” And she viciously clawed all 4 of her nails right between my toe crevice’s that were open for a moment after Sandra's other nails dig furiously into the center of my foot. That broke me as I began shrieking like a banshee, my fists hitting her leg or the floor. My body squirms frantically, arms moving all over, my upper body jumping and feet kick. Yet I was completely trapped as long as my lower half was still trapped by the stronger woman’s legs.
“EEEEEEEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAEHEHEH EHHEHAHAHAHHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEHEHEHHEEEEEHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” The crowd popped once again at hearing my laughter explode. Kevin could barely be heard encouraging Sandra.
“Aww, looks like someone has some ticklish toes~ Poor boy. This is what you get when you try to mess with your betters. Why don’t you just tap out and this can be all over with!” Sandra said, doing her best to convince me to give up. I shook my head, screaming out no’s and all sort of negative stuff.
That merely made Sandra’s tickling go up a level. My laughter kept on echoing throughout the arena in response to Sandra zero mercy tickling. Just the slightest scratch could make me squeal like a little girl for a moment. So with Sandra’s nails digging in between my toes like one would dig for gold, my response was like a whole school bus full of them.
“AAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” I tried desperately to close my toes but I couldn’t get Sandra’s nails out of between my toes. Which meant I was trapping my tickler’s fingers on my tender skin and that was the last thing I wanted.
I kept on screaming in laughter for however long Sandra has been tickling my toes. My entire body was sweaty, tears had fallen from my face yet my screams were still as loud as ever. I felt like hours had passed since Sandra had started the tickling but I bet it hadn't even been 10 minutes since she started tickling my foot.
Despite my screaming and non stop wiggling, I was just barely halfway to the ropes. And with how much Sandra has been tickling me, I didn’t know if I was gonna make it. It only got worse as Sandra’s nails began to carefully scratch the side of my toes. My laughter volume increased but I screamed out less laughter in response.
Soon Sandra showed me some mercy as she stopped tickling my toes but kept her fingers between my toes. My laughter turned down but loud pitiful giggles escaped me at the constant reminder of Sandra's fingers resting between my toes.
“So you ready to give up?” Sandra asked, pride in her voice at her accomplishment of rendering me useless. But seeing my weak, barely shaking head caused her to fake sympathetic sigh.
“Oh…I was hoping you would say no~” I could barely keep my eyes open so one moment I was watching Sandra pushing some hair back away from her face and the next blink, I saw her lean down towards my foot.
My response was immediate. “NO! NO SANDRA PLEASE NOT THAT! I-I-PLASE DON’T! I-I’LL DO ANYTHING!” My pleading seemed to work as Sandra paused in her movement and her eyes looked up to mine.
And I shuddered at seeing a certain amount of smugness in them.
Now tickling was pretty much the number one way to win in my company. So many wrestlers try to be creative and smart with tickling. And throughout the years of trying new ways to tickle someone, one preferred method that multiple members of the league like to do is use their tongues.
A move that I have been exposed to many times and sadly could never handle it. And it was all thanks to Himiko of all wrestlers who has been the one that first licked my feet and showed everyone just how ticklish I was to the technique.
Which led me to spread rumors of her having a major foot fetish despite her constant protests of her not having one in revenge. I don’t believe she could lick and suck my feet so vigorously for minutes without getting some type of pleasure from it.
“You ready to tap?” Was all what Sandra said a few moments later after she heard my words.
Sadly my foolish pride refused, despite my body feeling like it was on fire. Seeing me shaking my head and weak no, all Sandra did was shrug her shoulders all innocently like it was no big deal and took a little nibble across my big toe at the same time moving her fingers back so her nails could resume drilling in my toe crevices.
And just like that, I broke at feeling Sandra’s teeth nibbling on my tender toe and nails kept on drilling between my toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA! HEHEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAAHAHHAAAHAHAHA! MEEYEEYRHHRCCHEHEYEYEYEYEYEYEYEY! MEYEYERHRHRHEHEHEHEHEH! IIIIIHIHIHIHI IGIVIHVHHEHEHEHEHEH! IIIHIHIHIIHIH GIVIHVEHEHEEEEEEE!” I screamed so loudly that I bet anyone outside of the arena could hear it.
The bell didn’t ring due to the loser having to kiss the winner's foot but my submission all but guarantees my loss. I kept on squealing and shrieking, my hand slapping the floor in hopes Sandra would finally stop but she ignored my pleas as her teeth kept on nibbling my toe pad. I could tell she was having too much fun driving me insane with laughter.
Luckily for me she didn't move onto the rest of my toes and instead she stopped, releasing me from the hold. The moment I felt Sandra's strong legs released mine, I slumped to the floor in exhaustion and took long deep breaths.
I could barely do anything, my entire body felt like it was one fire. But hearing someone taking a step close to me, I weakly opened my eyes and saw a familiar black tight foot barely above my face.
“Go on. Kiss it.” Said Sandra with a smirk that was practically daring me to do anything but kiss it. A small part of me wanted to tickle it. Wanting to get some revenge or show some rebellious. But after such a intense tickle torture, I was to weak to do anything. (plus it was a stupidly cute foot)
Sighing in defeet, I leaned up a little and took a small kiss to it. And hearing the bell ring, I sealed my fate. The foot moved down gently to smother my face for a few seconds.
It pushed against my face before laying on it, the toes wiggling against the top half of my face while her sole rub against my nose and her heel resting on my chin. This went on for a few seconds before it began moving and rubbing all over my face.
I did nothing but breathe through my nose and took in the slightly sweaty, pleasant aroma and squirm a little. I hated how much I enjoyed this.
Sandra kept on smothering me for a while. I was too tired to know how long I was doing this as I could only try to get as much air I could get into my body. Smelling her foot as a consequence.
I thought maybe she was done humiliating me when she removed her foot. Giving me a chance to take a long deep breath to get some fresh air.
Of course I was wrong as after I took that breath, a larger and wider, pale barefoot replaced Sandra’s foot and sat on my face.
I moaned in dismay as Kevin apparently had entered the ring and was now rubbing his foot on me. The humiliation only got worse as I was smothered by his foot now.
And just to add the humiliation cherry on top, I felt Sandra sat her foot on my stomach and grid it against my abs.
Glancing to my side and just barely being able to see past Kevin’s bare foot, I saw Kevin had Sandra’s hand up like he was a ref and saying she was the winner on the giant screen over the entrance for the wrestlers.
I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at my defeat and current position. (and even more embarrassing was my slight arousal of the two). I couldn’t think things couldn’t get worse till I heard Sandra say
“How about we break in our new tickle toy~” And seeing the two grinning down towards me, I could only gulp. Realizing my time with the two was gonna be a long one.
Hope you enjoy the story! Like I said before but thanks again to The Kev for allowing me to use his characters Sandra and Kevin!
I have a question but if I were to make another story, any preferences or even ideas? That doesn't mean I’ll do it but just wondering.
I know I want to try and resume my tickle wrestling league story but I’ll probably change some stuff if I get back to it. Maybe rewrite it? 🤷♂️ who knows.
I got a bit inspired after reading a few Pokemon tickle story and thought it could be fun making a Pokemon tickle series that revolves around a trainer getting into tickle situation through their adventure. I think this might be the one that I'm leaning towards.
Another few ideas are simple tickle wrestling type of stories. All with different/random characters and scenarios but keep the tickle wrestling part.
Also I do got some other stuff planned, so hopefully I'll make it some time this year lol
