Coventrytickler
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Part 1
https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/ticklish-maria-brief-f-f-and-m-f.439283/
Part 2
As promised, my Friday evening trip to Maria’s house.
This was possibly the best experience I have ever had, the whole thing now seems like a blur, but below is everything I can recall.
After some debate over timings, she finally agreed on 7pm. I was hesitant at first, thinking she was going to pull out but she stayed true to her words. I got an Uber over with my bag of tools and a bottle of wine. I was nervous as I knocked the door, the wait for her to answer was killing me.
Finally, she opened the door, wearing jeans, t-shirt and her slippers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, she looked extremely cute. We hugged and then went into the living room, taking a seat on the sofa. We caught up over the bottle of wine for an hour or so as I was trying to find a way to move onto tickling.
Getting restless, I looked down at her slippers and decided to go for it. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, placing them on my lap. She didn’t flinch as I pulled off both slippers. Her tiny toes were painted black, her soles were extremely soft. I carried on talking to her about my mate and what he’s up to now before asking her if she still had feelings for him, she declined so I thought I would check if she was lying, dragging my index finger down her left sole. She scrunched up her feet before telling me that she was not lying. I slowly began to spider tickle her soles together as she tried to supress her giggles. There was a lot of fidgeting.
After a few minutes, I decided to kick it up a notch.
“Ready to be properly tickled?” I asked.
She nodded, covering her mouth with her hands.
I suggested she should put some shorts on to make everything comfier. She looked a bit puzzled but agreed, heading upstairs to her room.
I told her to let me know when she was ready and I will come up. What felt like hours (probably a couple of minutes) passed and she called me up. I grabbed my bag and went up the stairs to her room. She sat on the bed with her and asked where I wanted her.
I put my bag down and pulled out some Velcro cuffs and Velcro Straps. She asked if I was going to murder her before laughing. I told her to lie face down on the bed and bend her legs up. I quickly strapped her lower legs together at the ankles and knees before cuffing her wrists and stretching them out to the bed posts.
I went through a safe word and checked that she was ready before trying her armpits, no reaction. I moved down to her sides and gave them a few prods, no reaction.
“I’m not ticklish there” she joked.
Not having it, I climbed on the bed and straddled her before sliding my hands under her t-shirt and lightly spider tickled, producing a slight reaction. I slid my hands down and grabbed her hips, she instantly jumped.
“I didn’t think I was ticklish there” she joked as I grabbed and prodded a few times, getting her to wiggle around.
After a few minutes, I moved off the bed and slowly dragged my fingers down her legs, letting her know I was going down to her feet. As I went over the back of her knees, she began to giggle and kick her legs.
“I’ve found another spot” I joked and sat on her legs so I could freely tickle the back of her knees. She was starting to thrash around and her giggles turned to laughter. I carried on for a few minutes before letting her rest and checking she was OK.
Once I had decided her break was over, I moved down to her feet. I pulled her legs down a bit to stretch her out so that her feet hung off the bed before sitting on the floor, looking at her small soles. They were immaculate, pink, soft, with cute wrinkles all over them.
I took an electric toothbrush, hair brush and some oil from my bag and placed them next to me. She kept stretching her toes, as if she was trying to play with me. I began to slowly tickle her soles, she fidgeted and giggled as I spider tickled up and down her soles. I dug my fingers in further and watched her feet wriggle around as the laughed. She pulled her legs up a coupe of times before I held them down with my left arm and continued to tickle as she wriggled around on the bed laughing. After a few minutes she managed to get out enough words to ask for a break. I checked she was OK and gave her a sip of water.
I wanted to push her further but also didn’t want her to hate it so I decided to move to the electric toothbrush. I sat on the bed, straddling her ankles before turning on the toothbrush.
‘What the fuck is that’ she asked.
Without warning, I gently dragged it over her heels, slowly moving down her left arch. She exploded in laughter and tried to throw me off her legs. I ran it underneath her cute little toes causing a high pitched shriek, followed by uncontrollable laughter. I have never seen someone so ticklish in my life. After a few seconds of laughing, she begged me to stop.
I climbed off and she was gasping for breath, heavily panting.
‘I cant take it anymore’ she panted out.
‘Do you want to call it a day’ I asked, slightly disheartened.
‘Give me a few minutes’ she panted back.
I sat down at her feet and drizzled some baby oil on her and began massaging it in. She moaned a bit as I rubbed it all in, covering every inch of her feet.
I gave her a couple of quick tickles, to let her know what was coming before grabbing her big toes and shoving the toothbrush back in, gliding it over her toes. She screamed with laughter again, kicking my hand off her toes.
She shrieked to stop after a few minutes of me wrestling with her oiled feet.
Being kind, I stopped.
‘I’m too fucking ticklish’ she panted out.
‘Do you want to stop?’ I asked.
‘Yes’ she said back, causing my heart to sink.
I untied her and rubbed the oil from her feet with a towel, causing her to laugh and fidget again.
I checked she was OK and we sat on the bed, talking for a while.
We got onto the conversation of my tickling fetish and I told her how cute her feet were. She told me that she hates feet but it was nice that I liked hers. I told her that if she didn’t put a stop to the session, I would have tied her face up in just her underwear and blindfolded her. Her toes would have been tied together and tied back to her knee restraints so she couldn’t move whilst I tickled her feet and toes.
She admitted that she had fun but started to panic when she couldn’t move and was laughing too much.
We went back downstairs for another glass of wine whilst I massaged her feet and gently tickled them. She didn’t try to retract her feet, she just sat there giggling whilst trying to hold her wine.
We finally said our goodbyes and I headed back home. Before I got back, she sent me a message saying that she had fun and wants to try again soon, but with less foot tickling (unless I’m gentle).
I told her that I will come over again next week after work when she is ready. I really wanted to do more to her as I felt she wanted it to turn sexual but don’t feel comfortable doing it on my mates Ex
https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/ticklish-maria-brief-f-f-and-m-f.439283/
Part 2
As promised, my Friday evening trip to Maria’s house.
This was possibly the best experience I have ever had, the whole thing now seems like a blur, but below is everything I can recall.
After some debate over timings, she finally agreed on 7pm. I was hesitant at first, thinking she was going to pull out but she stayed true to her words. I got an Uber over with my bag of tools and a bottle of wine. I was nervous as I knocked the door, the wait for her to answer was killing me.
Finally, she opened the door, wearing jeans, t-shirt and her slippers. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, she looked extremely cute. We hugged and then went into the living room, taking a seat on the sofa. We caught up over the bottle of wine for an hour or so as I was trying to find a way to move onto tickling.
Getting restless, I looked down at her slippers and decided to go for it. I grabbed her ankles and lifted them up, placing them on my lap. She didn’t flinch as I pulled off both slippers. Her tiny toes were painted black, her soles were extremely soft. I carried on talking to her about my mate and what he’s up to now before asking her if she still had feelings for him, she declined so I thought I would check if she was lying, dragging my index finger down her left sole. She scrunched up her feet before telling me that she was not lying. I slowly began to spider tickle her soles together as she tried to supress her giggles. There was a lot of fidgeting.
After a few minutes, I decided to kick it up a notch.
“Ready to be properly tickled?” I asked.
She nodded, covering her mouth with her hands.
I suggested she should put some shorts on to make everything comfier. She looked a bit puzzled but agreed, heading upstairs to her room.
I told her to let me know when she was ready and I will come up. What felt like hours (probably a couple of minutes) passed and she called me up. I grabbed my bag and went up the stairs to her room. She sat on the bed with her and asked where I wanted her.
I put my bag down and pulled out some Velcro cuffs and Velcro Straps. She asked if I was going to murder her before laughing. I told her to lie face down on the bed and bend her legs up. I quickly strapped her lower legs together at the ankles and knees before cuffing her wrists and stretching them out to the bed posts.
I went through a safe word and checked that she was ready before trying her armpits, no reaction. I moved down to her sides and gave them a few prods, no reaction.
“I’m not ticklish there” she joked.
Not having it, I climbed on the bed and straddled her before sliding my hands under her t-shirt and lightly spider tickled, producing a slight reaction. I slid my hands down and grabbed her hips, she instantly jumped.
“I didn’t think I was ticklish there” she joked as I grabbed and prodded a few times, getting her to wiggle around.
After a few minutes, I moved off the bed and slowly dragged my fingers down her legs, letting her know I was going down to her feet. As I went over the back of her knees, she began to giggle and kick her legs.
“I’ve found another spot” I joked and sat on her legs so I could freely tickle the back of her knees. She was starting to thrash around and her giggles turned to laughter. I carried on for a few minutes before letting her rest and checking she was OK.
Once I had decided her break was over, I moved down to her feet. I pulled her legs down a bit to stretch her out so that her feet hung off the bed before sitting on the floor, looking at her small soles. They were immaculate, pink, soft, with cute wrinkles all over them.
I took an electric toothbrush, hair brush and some oil from my bag and placed them next to me. She kept stretching her toes, as if she was trying to play with me. I began to slowly tickle her soles, she fidgeted and giggled as I spider tickled up and down her soles. I dug my fingers in further and watched her feet wriggle around as the laughed. She pulled her legs up a coupe of times before I held them down with my left arm and continued to tickle as she wriggled around on the bed laughing. After a few minutes she managed to get out enough words to ask for a break. I checked she was OK and gave her a sip of water.
I wanted to push her further but also didn’t want her to hate it so I decided to move to the electric toothbrush. I sat on the bed, straddling her ankles before turning on the toothbrush.
‘What the fuck is that’ she asked.
Without warning, I gently dragged it over her heels, slowly moving down her left arch. She exploded in laughter and tried to throw me off her legs. I ran it underneath her cute little toes causing a high pitched shriek, followed by uncontrollable laughter. I have never seen someone so ticklish in my life. After a few seconds of laughing, she begged me to stop.
I climbed off and she was gasping for breath, heavily panting.
‘I cant take it anymore’ she panted out.
‘Do you want to call it a day’ I asked, slightly disheartened.
‘Give me a few minutes’ she panted back.
I sat down at her feet and drizzled some baby oil on her and began massaging it in. She moaned a bit as I rubbed it all in, covering every inch of her feet.
I gave her a couple of quick tickles, to let her know what was coming before grabbing her big toes and shoving the toothbrush back in, gliding it over her toes. She screamed with laughter again, kicking my hand off her toes.
She shrieked to stop after a few minutes of me wrestling with her oiled feet.
Being kind, I stopped.
‘I’m too fucking ticklish’ she panted out.
‘Do you want to stop?’ I asked.
‘Yes’ she said back, causing my heart to sink.
I untied her and rubbed the oil from her feet with a towel, causing her to laugh and fidget again.
I checked she was OK and we sat on the bed, talking for a while.
We got onto the conversation of my tickling fetish and I told her how cute her feet were. She told me that she hates feet but it was nice that I liked hers. I told her that if she didn’t put a stop to the session, I would have tied her face up in just her underwear and blindfolded her. Her toes would have been tied together and tied back to her knee restraints so she couldn’t move whilst I tickled her feet and toes.
She admitted that she had fun but started to panic when she couldn’t move and was laughing too much.
We went back downstairs for another glass of wine whilst I massaged her feet and gently tickled them. She didn’t try to retract her feet, she just sat there giggling whilst trying to hold her wine.
We finally said our goodbyes and I headed back home. Before I got back, she sent me a message saying that she had fun and wants to try again soon, but with less foot tickling (unless I’m gentle).
I told her that I will come over again next week after work when she is ready. I really wanted to do more to her as I felt she wanted it to turn sexual but don’t feel comfortable doing it on my mates Ex
Sounds like you both had a great time. 
