Tickling someone who can't see you...?

[medikation65]

hey!

has anyone ever tickled someone while they were in a "ticklish situation", and they didn't really know who was tickling them, and so you didn't tell them? if so let's talk about it people!!!

go to the story section for my story.

 

[gallodiablo]

I remember as a kid, I was attending a birthday party for my best friend in the neighborhood. He had 2 older sisters, with very attractive and ticklish feet. They were both babysitters of mine and I had tickled them both a few times before. The older one was playing football with a bunch of us young boys in the backyard when she became the victim of a dogpile. As she was on her hands and knees with about 5 or 6 little boys on top of her, her black flats came off her heels, exposing her incredibly creamy and ticklish soles to me. She was stuck and couldn't move, so I attacked them and tickled for all I was worth for about 20 seconds. I could hear her laughter go from a giggle to silent as I was tickling her feet. The other boys eventually began to fall off of her and she was able to free herself. She never knew which one of us it was. I remember looking for her reaction as she began to move away from my attack. I remember her panicked, ear-to-ear grin, like it was yesterday. I guess it's pretty obvious that I still think about those great little tickling experiences back in those innocent times.

Gallodiablo

P.S. - I've had a fantasy for as long as I can remember, that I would have the power to walk down the street and snatch-up whatever women I happened to find attractive or whose feet I had the desire to tickle, and magically transport them to my own private tickle room. The room would be like a doughnut. With a small central room surrounded by a much larger round room with 8 or 10 padded, reclining chairs extending radially, like spokes, from the interior wall of the "doughnut". These hand-selected ticklees would be strapped down to these chairs and their feet would enter the small interior room through "stock-like" holes at the end of each table. The interior room would have 2-way mirrors so that I could watch the victims, but they could not see me. I would be able to sit in my very comfortable swivel chair and take turns tickling the feet of all of my captive victims, with a huge collection of tickle-tools at my disposal. I would just spin and tickle, spin and tickle, and spin and tickle, until I was tired. I would then release this crop of victims back to society, and prepare for tomorrow's catch. I always thought that each day's set of ladies would be a mixture of women. Some would be celebrities whose feet I always wanted to tickle. Some would be women who I knew, whose feet I found extremely attractive and really wanted to find out if they were ticklish. A couple of them might be total strangers whose feet I had admired as I came upon them on the street. And, so that I would be guaranteed that at least some of my victims would be extremely ticklish, I would include a couple of women who I had either tickled before or who I knew had extremely ticklish feet. The "power" that would allow me to gather this collection of tickle victims each day, would also allow me to erase their memory of the experience. Leaving them with just a memory that they had gone for a very pleasant massage. Someday, I hope to acquire such power.....Ah Ha Ha Ha!! Lookout female Tickle Theater members. You may be among my first victims. :laughing:

 

[TickledToDeath]

Closest I can come as a the LEE is while being blindfolded.
As the LER, I, other than the victim being blindfolded, cannot think of a situation where the ler was not known by the lee, especially if I were the ler, I would always or did at least, always want the person to know WHO it was that tickled! 😉

TTD :happy:

 

[Mjthom18]

i have always wanted to be able have the power to just look at a cute girl in skin tight blue jeans or whatever and be able to tickle her right then and there with my thoughts or being able to transport any girl i want to a place where nobody is there except me and her

 

[tickleking]

P.S. - I've had a fantasy for as long as I can remember, that I would have the power to walk down the street and snatch-up whatever women I happened to find attractive or whose feet I had the desire to tickle, and magically transport them to my own private tickle room. The room would be like a doughnut. With a small central room surrounded by a much larger round room with 8 or 10 padded, reclining chairs extending radially, like spokes, from the interior wall of the "doughnut". These hand-selected ticklees would be strapped down to these chairs and their feet would enter the small interior room through "stock-like" holes at the end of each table. The interior room would have 2-way mirrors so that I could watch the victims, but they could not see me. I would be able to sit in my very comfortable swivel chair and take turns tickling the feet of all of my captive victims, with a huge collection of tickle-tools at my disposal. I would just spin and tickle, spin and tickle, and spin and tickle, until I was tired. I would then release this crop of victims back to society, and prepare for tomorrow's catch. I always thought that each day's set of ladies would be a mixture of women. Some would be celebrities whose feet I always wanted to tickle. Some would be women who I knew, whose feet I found extremely attractive and really wanted to find out if they were ticklish. A couple of them might be total strangers whose feet I had admired as I came upon them on the street. And, so that I would be guaranteed that at least some of my victims would be extremely ticklish, I would include a couple of women who I had either tickled before or who I knew had extremely ticklish feet. The "power" that would allow me to gather this collection of tickle victims each day, would also allow me to erase their memory of the experience. Leaving them with just a memory that they had gone for a very pleasant massage. Someday, I hope to acquire such power.....Ah Ha Ha Ha!! Lookout female Tickle Theater members. You may be among my first victims. :laughing:

This is a _great_ fantasy!!!

 

[Karst]

This is a _great_ fantasy!!!

Yeah, I've come up with similar fantasies to suit my needs.

The "dungeon" type of thing was one, and actually, when I get rich, I plan to build an entire fetish house for me and my wife (or, if I'm not married yet, random girlfriends) with various rooms having different restraints and such. But I've also had some other, more interestingly different ones. A favorite of mine was when I was in church. Well, you know in church sanctuaries (or at least in my old church) there are the pews, and normally some kind of light fixtures all over the ceiling? Well, I imagined the fantasy-of-the-week tied to one of the pews with her arms over the top and legs under the bottom, facing me, so I could tickle her stomach non-stop during the services; no, she wouldn't be noticed by anyone but me. I imagined a girl dangling from the lights, so I could tickle her feet as she kicked around and tried to avoid me, but always failed.

I was a kinky, horny little kid: I used to imagine girls restrained or laying down in just about every place I saw more than once, so I could do something or another to them...tickle them, have sex with them, make out with them, etc etc.

 

[medikation65]

I had a simmilar fantasy, with the swivel chair and all, but the feet would be heel to toe, so the girl would have to be lying on her stomach. But the BIG difference is that each women I had in their would have something different about their feet. Some in black nylons, tan nylons, then navy blue tights, black tights, white stockings. Then girlish socks I've admired in the past, and the odd girl in bare feet also.

Oh my yes...!

 

[AcornaMordor]

Well, I've only once been tickled and not known for certain who it was. It was new years eve, I was at a slowly dwindling party of one of my friends, and I was stretched out on the couch. It was one of those houses where you were required to take your shoes off when you went inside so you wouldn't hurt the carpet, y'know? Well I was wearing these black toe socks with red hearts and two frogs on them. Jacob had been sitting on the couch with me, but, just to annoy him, I put my feet up in his seat when he moved to get a drink. He came back, looked, frowned, then just sat on my legs. It had been done before, it was getting to be routine and I was moving my legs, trying to get one out to kick him off. My legs were quite firmly stuck under him and all of the sudden I break out into his shrill, frantic laughter when someone starts tickling my feet! My top half writhed and my legs jerked under him, and I managed to look at him once and both his hands were in his lap while the tickling went on! Finally I managed to sit halfway up and shove him over onto my feet to protect them, panting softly. When he fell, I finally got a look at the tickler.... stupid Ben...