Well as I promised here is an accounting of my first hour long tickle sesson.
After I posted on TMF I got ready for my tickle. I undressed down to my birthday suit. The butterflies in my stomach I had had all day became hornets. We had the lights on and being undressed in bright light has always made me feel nervous even around my gf. I stretched out on the bed and allowed myself to be tied hand and foot. My heart was pounding. When that last tie slipped tight around my ankle I already had to remind myself of advice to keep breathing.
My gf straddled my waist and grinned at me. She checked the clock and the game began.
She began to massage my abs. It might have felt good if I didn't know what was coming! I was already laughing even though I knew I faced an entire hour of doing nothing but that!
But then she switched. She turned around and went for my feet.
She started by brushing my feet and toes with a feather, which was an enjoyable enough start. With plenty of.time to.work with she treated me to several minutes of feathering and light brushing, just working up a gentle laughter. And a treat it was. But after that it was tike to get down to business. She took that dreadfully tickly soft hairbrush and went to town on my soles.
By her count she brushed my bare feet non stop for ten minutes. It was about this time I hit the "what was I thinking" emotional state. I pulled and struggled on the bed and laughed and begged her to stop.
Which was the challenging aspect for her BTW-continuing a tickle when I was begging her to stop. We've always been empathetic. She had to give a tickle I could physically withstand but was outside my emotional comfort zone. So she had to be brave too. But she was wonderful.
I also found that "keep breathing" advice was a lifesaver. I wouldn't think that's something you'd forget but laughing that hard that long I had to make a conscious effort to make myself keep breathing in and out.
After the feet I had a short space to gather myself as much as I could for the belly attack. Here's where things get fuzzy. It's hard for me to describe 40 minutes of tickling without being redundant. I laughed. I begged. I struggled. So here are the highlights of the most intense and vividly remembered moments.
Having viewed Brandi's awesome vids (thanks Brandi!) the night before, I requested we devote some time to explore thigh tickling in greater depth. It paid off in spades. She found this positively awesome new ticklish spot. By squeezing my thigh right below where it meets the hip she scored some impressive hysterical laughter and I was gyrating all over the bed as much as I could too. I surprised myself by asking for an encore even though it drove me wild but it was as fun as it was crazy. She now wants to see how I react when I'm not tied up. 🙂 I just about died when she did both thighs at once.
The most intense moment came we figure about 45 minutes into the ticking. My gf was doing a deep probing tickle of my belly and navel which really brings out my abdominal ticklishness. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. My stomach hurt from a combination of laughter, struggling, and poking. I had tears coming down my face from all the laughter and was totally falling apart. Although she varied her tickling technique from snickering mild to wild laughter intense she had literally almost never stopped. By her count I had maybe one minute total where I wasn't at least being slightly gently tickled. But right about that moment when I was preparing to yell my safeword I got a rush of endorphins and picked up a surprisingly powerful second wind. It was at that point I truly felt I was going to survive this.
I still used my safeword to stop the tickling long enough to coherently request we finish on the feet. My stomach was still too sore for any more prodding. So I spent the last ten or so minutes under the torment of that devilish brush. But I was on my second wind and knew I was almost home. I laughed and screamed but let the tickles flow until we were all done.
IT
WAS
WILD
Amazing, fun, terrifying, torture, exhilaration, delight, pleasure, all in one package. And a tremendous bonding experience for us (no, pun not intended!)
After we were done she started massaging my tickled feet which felt awesome and zap that is the last thing I remember before waking up next morning.
It might be fun to do again.
After a good long while! 🙂
After I posted on TMF I got ready for my tickle. I undressed down to my birthday suit. The butterflies in my stomach I had had all day became hornets. We had the lights on and being undressed in bright light has always made me feel nervous even around my gf. I stretched out on the bed and allowed myself to be tied hand and foot. My heart was pounding. When that last tie slipped tight around my ankle I already had to remind myself of advice to keep breathing.
My gf straddled my waist and grinned at me. She checked the clock and the game began.
She began to massage my abs. It might have felt good if I didn't know what was coming! I was already laughing even though I knew I faced an entire hour of doing nothing but that!
But then she switched. She turned around and went for my feet.
She started by brushing my feet and toes with a feather, which was an enjoyable enough start. With plenty of.time to.work with she treated me to several minutes of feathering and light brushing, just working up a gentle laughter. And a treat it was. But after that it was tike to get down to business. She took that dreadfully tickly soft hairbrush and went to town on my soles.
By her count she brushed my bare feet non stop for ten minutes. It was about this time I hit the "what was I thinking" emotional state. I pulled and struggled on the bed and laughed and begged her to stop.
Which was the challenging aspect for her BTW-continuing a tickle when I was begging her to stop. We've always been empathetic. She had to give a tickle I could physically withstand but was outside my emotional comfort zone. So she had to be brave too. But she was wonderful.
I also found that "keep breathing" advice was a lifesaver. I wouldn't think that's something you'd forget but laughing that hard that long I had to make a conscious effort to make myself keep breathing in and out.
After the feet I had a short space to gather myself as much as I could for the belly attack. Here's where things get fuzzy. It's hard for me to describe 40 minutes of tickling without being redundant. I laughed. I begged. I struggled. So here are the highlights of the most intense and vividly remembered moments.
Having viewed Brandi's awesome vids (thanks Brandi!) the night before, I requested we devote some time to explore thigh tickling in greater depth. It paid off in spades. She found this positively awesome new ticklish spot. By squeezing my thigh right below where it meets the hip she scored some impressive hysterical laughter and I was gyrating all over the bed as much as I could too. I surprised myself by asking for an encore even though it drove me wild but it was as fun as it was crazy. She now wants to see how I react when I'm not tied up. 🙂 I just about died when she did both thighs at once.
The most intense moment came we figure about 45 minutes into the ticking. My gf was doing a deep probing tickle of my belly and navel which really brings out my abdominal ticklishness. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. My stomach hurt from a combination of laughter, struggling, and poking. I had tears coming down my face from all the laughter and was totally falling apart. Although she varied her tickling technique from snickering mild to wild laughter intense she had literally almost never stopped. By her count I had maybe one minute total where I wasn't at least being slightly gently tickled. But right about that moment when I was preparing to yell my safeword I got a rush of endorphins and picked up a surprisingly powerful second wind. It was at that point I truly felt I was going to survive this.
I still used my safeword to stop the tickling long enough to coherently request we finish on the feet. My stomach was still too sore for any more prodding. So I spent the last ten or so minutes under the torment of that devilish brush. But I was on my second wind and knew I was almost home. I laughed and screamed but let the tickles flow until we were all done.
IT
WAS
WILD
Amazing, fun, terrifying, torture, exhilaration, delight, pleasure, all in one package. And a tremendous bonding experience for us (no, pun not intended!)
After we were done she started massaging my tickled feet which felt awesome and zap that is the last thing I remember before waking up next morning.
It might be fun to do again.
After a good long while! 🙂
