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Part 1 here https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/tickling-the-tease-m-f-feet-part-1.443942/#post-5809715
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I woke up and checked my phone, there was a message from Debbie. She replied to my message from the previous night, telling me that she enjoyed herself more than she thought she would and that if it's not too weird, she would like to be tickled again today. I told her I'd happily tickle her any day she wished and just to let me know when. She suggested after lunch, so I agreed and she messaged me her address.
I was excited that Debbie enjoyed being tickled yesterday and couldn't wait to tickle her some more today. I wanted to try something a little different though, so after breakfast I went to a craft store and picked up a pack of multi coloured feathers. Some soft and fluffy, others more stern and strong quills. They should be perfect to tickle Debbies sensitive feet. Seeing if I start off light, she would enjoy it more and last longer.
The time came and I pulled up outside her house. With a bag in my hand with the feathers, I knock on her door and she soon answers. Today she's wearing purple fluffy slipper socks and a thin T-shirt with leggings. Inviting me in, she says she's not sure how this works, but if it's easier, she can lay on her bed. I tell her that her bed works great and she leads me to her room. A bit nervous, she asks how I want her and I tell her to lay face down and relax. Laying down, her fluffy purple sock covered soles a presented in front of me, as I take position at the end of the bed.
Last time her feet were covered by her flats and then exposed. This time her socks were her only protection. Knowing the feathers won't do much through her socks, I start with my fingers and gently stroke her sock covered soles. "Are you still awake?" I ask, as I'm met with a soft giggle. I could tell it didn't tickle her as much as her bare feet, but still plenty enough to make her giggle. I was in no rush anyway and proceeded to stroke each sole in turn, then ticking them both at once. Never too hard, just teasing strokes to keep her sweet giggles flowing.
As I stroked down the side of her socked soles, her feet squirmed under her socks. I could see her toes wriggling underneath and her giggles became louder. I couldn't believe I was doing this again, it was like a dream. The more I tickled her feet, the more they wriggled and looked like they were fighting to be set free. After all these socks were only getting in the way of Debbie's feet feeling more ticklish sensations. With a quick tug, both of her socks were off and her bare sensitive upturned soles were there in front of me again. This time I didn't have to hold back or worry about her making a noise. But before I go all out, I wanted to tease her with my new feathers.
Taking a few of the soft fluffy feathers in my hand, I carefully caress the soles of her freshly bared feet. Debbie giggles as the feathers gently tease her sensitive skin, just circling them around the balls of her feet and just under her toes. Occasionally her toes would wriggle if I got too close to them.
"It seems that you like the feathers" I tell her and she just continues to giggle. Not even attempting to escape the ticklish sensations being put upon her. Switching between each foot, I make sure they both get a good feathering all over, not missing a spot. As the feathers caressed the underneath of her ticklish toes, they would clamp down and trap the feathers. Not letting her keep them with her toe grip, I grab some more in my other hand and tickle under the toes of her other foot with them. Debbies giggles get louder and she clamps the toes of her other foot now, effectively trapping both sets of feathers and shows off the tips of her red painted toes.
I let go and grab one of the other feathers, the ones with the strong quill and stroked the quill end down one sole. Not expecting it, Debbie bursts out into laughter and he toes unclamp and wriggle, dropping all the soft feathers. Taking another strong quilled feather in my other hand, I start to draw circles on her feet, which makes her burst into laughter again. After a few complete circles, I switch to spirals and work my way over the ticklish canvas in front of me. Trying to tickle every spot of her bare soles, leaving no spot untickled.
Even though I was enjoying her laughter, I was satisfied that I had completely tickled every spot. I decided to move onto her toes. This time taking the feather ends and pulling them between her pretty red toes. As the feathers protruded between them, Debbie's laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her toes down once again. But this time the feathers are much more sturdy and I pulled them straight on through with ease. Only tickling her more and with her toes clamped and soles full of wrinkles, it was only right to take the quill ends again and trace each wrinkle.
As she exploded into even louder laughter, filling the room with her ticklish outbursts, her toes would unclamp and wriggle. This left them open to the feathery ends again to be stroked through them. Like a little game, we played this repeatedly, always one step ahead as I knew what she would do next with her feet and I'd be ready to take advantage. He red painted toes danced their dance as her laughter flowed continuously as the time passed.
After 10 minutes or so of playing this game, I knew I wanted to step things up even further. The feathers where fun and I could tell Debbie was enjoying the attention to her feet, but it was time my fingers and nails got involved. After all, her feet did seem to react more when I raked my nails down them. So I decided to try something a little different as I tickled her feet. This time I'd straddle her ankles and pin them in place. As I rest my weight on them, Debbie looks round I'm confusion. Not sure what I was doing. At least until I began raking my nails down both her soles at once. Erupting into explosive laughter, her legs couldn't move as I felt her try to squirm them. Her feet remained under my nails as I methodically scratched them, making her soles wrinkle and toes clench unclenching when I'd moved down her soles to her heels. Lifting them up to move back to the top and start again. Which her feet would relax again, until my nails made contact and the wrinkles return.
As I kept up the onslaught, she could only lay there, pinned down and defeated as she was made to fill the room with her laughter. Hopefully her neighbours won't complain, but that's the least of her worries right now, I thought. All I knew was that her focus was only on the overwhelming sensations she was feeling on soles of her bare feet, which were spasming, clenching and wrinkling on and off like crazy.
Mesmerised by the dance her feet were making, the wrinkles, the flashes of red on her toes, I lost myself and all track of time. The sound of Debbie's laughter echoing in my mind. For some one so ticklish, she was taking this all extremely well.
Suddenly I snap out if my trance and stop. Her feet relax and her laughter slowly let's into giggles until she's gone quiet. I get off her ankles and sit back at the end of the bed. Looking at my watch, it had been an hour since I started tickling her and she hadn't even tried to stop me. Perhaps she enjoyed it as much as I did, I pondered. Taking her feet in my hands, I start to massage her feet and I hear Debbie gently moan and just lay there, enjoying some more foot attention.
As my hands worked over her feet with a firm massage, Debbie just melted away into a relaxed state, gently moaning throughout. I did this for 30 minutes, until her moans stopped and I could hear her gently snoring. She'd been that relaxed, she drifted to sleep. I was happy that she could rest, as I'd probably worn her out with all the tickles. So I covered her with a blanket and went to her living room and sat on her sofa.
After an hour or so of me messing around on my phone, I get a text and it's Debbie, apologising. I tell her I'm still here and moments later she walks through, bed hair but smile beaming on her sleepy face. I tell her she has nothing to apologise for and that I hope she enjoyed it all as much as I did. She says she loved it and needs to experience it more, especially the foot massage after. I tell her I'm happy to oblige and she just smiles even more.
Debbie asks me if I want to watch a movie and I tell her yes. She puts one on and then goes out the room, returning with her blanket. She sits the other end of the sofa and places her feet in my lap and covers herself with her blanket, her feet poking out the end. With her red toes wriggling, it was clear what she wanted, so I gently started to tickle her exposed feet some more, as the movie continued to play in the background for the next few hours. Funnily enough, I can't recall what happened. You might say I was slightly distracted...
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I woke up and checked my phone, there was a message from Debbie. She replied to my message from the previous night, telling me that she enjoyed herself more than she thought she would and that if it's not too weird, she would like to be tickled again today. I told her I'd happily tickle her any day she wished and just to let me know when. She suggested after lunch, so I agreed and she messaged me her address.
I was excited that Debbie enjoyed being tickled yesterday and couldn't wait to tickle her some more today. I wanted to try something a little different though, so after breakfast I went to a craft store and picked up a pack of multi coloured feathers. Some soft and fluffy, others more stern and strong quills. They should be perfect to tickle Debbies sensitive feet. Seeing if I start off light, she would enjoy it more and last longer.
The time came and I pulled up outside her house. With a bag in my hand with the feathers, I knock on her door and she soon answers. Today she's wearing purple fluffy slipper socks and a thin T-shirt with leggings. Inviting me in, she says she's not sure how this works, but if it's easier, she can lay on her bed. I tell her that her bed works great and she leads me to her room. A bit nervous, she asks how I want her and I tell her to lay face down and relax. Laying down, her fluffy purple sock covered soles a presented in front of me, as I take position at the end of the bed.
Last time her feet were covered by her flats and then exposed. This time her socks were her only protection. Knowing the feathers won't do much through her socks, I start with my fingers and gently stroke her sock covered soles. "Are you still awake?" I ask, as I'm met with a soft giggle. I could tell it didn't tickle her as much as her bare feet, but still plenty enough to make her giggle. I was in no rush anyway and proceeded to stroke each sole in turn, then ticking them both at once. Never too hard, just teasing strokes to keep her sweet giggles flowing.
As I stroked down the side of her socked soles, her feet squirmed under her socks. I could see her toes wriggling underneath and her giggles became louder. I couldn't believe I was doing this again, it was like a dream. The more I tickled her feet, the more they wriggled and looked like they were fighting to be set free. After all these socks were only getting in the way of Debbie's feet feeling more ticklish sensations. With a quick tug, both of her socks were off and her bare sensitive upturned soles were there in front of me again. This time I didn't have to hold back or worry about her making a noise. But before I go all out, I wanted to tease her with my new feathers.
Taking a few of the soft fluffy feathers in my hand, I carefully caress the soles of her freshly bared feet. Debbie giggles as the feathers gently tease her sensitive skin, just circling them around the balls of her feet and just under her toes. Occasionally her toes would wriggle if I got too close to them.
"It seems that you like the feathers" I tell her and she just continues to giggle. Not even attempting to escape the ticklish sensations being put upon her. Switching between each foot, I make sure they both get a good feathering all over, not missing a spot. As the feathers caressed the underneath of her ticklish toes, they would clamp down and trap the feathers. Not letting her keep them with her toe grip, I grab some more in my other hand and tickle under the toes of her other foot with them. Debbies giggles get louder and she clamps the toes of her other foot now, effectively trapping both sets of feathers and shows off the tips of her red painted toes.
I let go and grab one of the other feathers, the ones with the strong quill and stroked the quill end down one sole. Not expecting it, Debbie bursts out into laughter and he toes unclamp and wriggle, dropping all the soft feathers. Taking another strong quilled feather in my other hand, I start to draw circles on her feet, which makes her burst into laughter again. After a few complete circles, I switch to spirals and work my way over the ticklish canvas in front of me. Trying to tickle every spot of her bare soles, leaving no spot untickled.
Even though I was enjoying her laughter, I was satisfied that I had completely tickled every spot. I decided to move onto her toes. This time taking the feather ends and pulling them between her pretty red toes. As the feathers protruded between them, Debbie's laughter got louder and she tried to clamp her toes down once again. But this time the feathers are much more sturdy and I pulled them straight on through with ease. Only tickling her more and with her toes clamped and soles full of wrinkles, it was only right to take the quill ends again and trace each wrinkle.
As she exploded into even louder laughter, filling the room with her ticklish outbursts, her toes would unclamp and wriggle. This left them open to the feathery ends again to be stroked through them. Like a little game, we played this repeatedly, always one step ahead as I knew what she would do next with her feet and I'd be ready to take advantage. He red painted toes danced their dance as her laughter flowed continuously as the time passed.
After 10 minutes or so of playing this game, I knew I wanted to step things up even further. The feathers where fun and I could tell Debbie was enjoying the attention to her feet, but it was time my fingers and nails got involved. After all, her feet did seem to react more when I raked my nails down them. So I decided to try something a little different as I tickled her feet. This time I'd straddle her ankles and pin them in place. As I rest my weight on them, Debbie looks round I'm confusion. Not sure what I was doing. At least until I began raking my nails down both her soles at once. Erupting into explosive laughter, her legs couldn't move as I felt her try to squirm them. Her feet remained under my nails as I methodically scratched them, making her soles wrinkle and toes clench unclenching when I'd moved down her soles to her heels. Lifting them up to move back to the top and start again. Which her feet would relax again, until my nails made contact and the wrinkles return.
As I kept up the onslaught, she could only lay there, pinned down and defeated as she was made to fill the room with her laughter. Hopefully her neighbours won't complain, but that's the least of her worries right now, I thought. All I knew was that her focus was only on the overwhelming sensations she was feeling on soles of her bare feet, which were spasming, clenching and wrinkling on and off like crazy.
Mesmerised by the dance her feet were making, the wrinkles, the flashes of red on her toes, I lost myself and all track of time. The sound of Debbie's laughter echoing in my mind. For some one so ticklish, she was taking this all extremely well.
Suddenly I snap out if my trance and stop. Her feet relax and her laughter slowly let's into giggles until she's gone quiet. I get off her ankles and sit back at the end of the bed. Looking at my watch, it had been an hour since I started tickling her and she hadn't even tried to stop me. Perhaps she enjoyed it as much as I did, I pondered. Taking her feet in my hands, I start to massage her feet and I hear Debbie gently moan and just lay there, enjoying some more foot attention.
As my hands worked over her feet with a firm massage, Debbie just melted away into a relaxed state, gently moaning throughout. I did this for 30 minutes, until her moans stopped and I could hear her gently snoring. She'd been that relaxed, she drifted to sleep. I was happy that she could rest, as I'd probably worn her out with all the tickles. So I covered her with a blanket and went to her living room and sat on her sofa.
After an hour or so of me messing around on my phone, I get a text and it's Debbie, apologising. I tell her I'm still here and moments later she walks through, bed hair but smile beaming on her sleepy face. I tell her she has nothing to apologise for and that I hope she enjoyed it all as much as I did. She says she loved it and needs to experience it more, especially the foot massage after. I tell her I'm happy to oblige and she just smiles even more.
Debbie asks me if I want to watch a movie and I tell her yes. She puts one on and then goes out the room, returning with her blanket. She sits the other end of the sofa and places her feet in my lap and covers herself with her blanket, her feet poking out the end. With her red toes wriggling, it was clear what she wanted, so I gently started to tickle her exposed feet some more, as the movie continued to play in the background for the next few hours. Funnily enough, I can't recall what happened. You might say I was slightly distracted...
