Tickle Heaven
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So to continue:
After realizing that she is actually challenging me to tickle her I decided to call her and discuss over phone as i didn't want to continue to email this type of content. I continued to ask more questions about her ticklishnes, how much she likes it and if she actually has a tickle fetish. She said that she literally is ticklish from head to toe on the front and back of her body. She never really explored tickling that much as she hasnt met a guy that was into it. She said that she didn't know that tickling was an actual fetish. I then asked her does she crave being tickled, she said yes. I said does it turn you on? She said YES. I couldn't believe what i was hearning. I told her that she probably has a fetish for tickling.
She said that to be tickled lightly on her neck is a huge turn on. She went on to say that her feet are so ticklish, that she just starting getting pedis 5 years ago. She also told another story about having to go to the podiatrist because she used to be a runner and was having foot problems. She said that they had to bring in an assistant just to hold her ankles together. My mind starting racing because there was so much i wanted to ask but couldn't because i was in the office.
So I told her that i would like to continue the conversation at happy hour on friday. She agreed and we meant for drinks. She was drinking Mick Ultra and shots of tequila and I was drinking Grey Goose martinis. She looked extra hot as she was wearing a black business suit with skirt no stockings and black heels. We sat across from each other at a small table and she was dangling the hell out of her black pumps. Just enough where you could see the toe cleavage and buttery soft heels. Her arch was high and i was starting to feel the same 🙂
After a couple of drinks and work talk we dove back into to tickle talk. I told her that since we had last talked that i had been thinking about the "challenge" and her ability to withstand my torture. She said she had been thinking about it too.
I couldn't help but to look down at her dangling foot. She asked me if i liked her shoes and i said that i think i like your feet better. She giggled and thought that was cute. I asked her what color her toenails were and she said that she has a french pedicure.
She then rubbed her dangling shoe up against my shin under the table. She said you probably wanna tickle that foot dont you. I tried to to remain calm but sweat beeds were starting to form 🙂 I said sure i would like to but I don't want you to freak out in the bar. She then teasingly said "are you chicken"? I'm like this chick really wants it. I said I'm not chicken. She said " then go for it big boy". I'm thinking wow, talk about putting something on a silvr platter. So as her foot rubbed up against my shin I took the long thin straw out of the martini glass, sucked it for good luck and ran the tip of it over the tops of her feet. She immediately took both hands and grabbed the table. I slowly ran the straw back and forth over her toe cleavage and upper top of foot. She softly giggled but she was restraining herself. I said "whats wrong, you can't take the top of your foot tickled"? She could barely look at me as she was muffling her giggles. She boldly said while studdering" I can taaaaaaaaaake it". I then knew I was in total control. Her toes were wiggling inside her shoes as i was tickling her with the straw.
I then asked, are you ready for the next challenge. She nervously looked at me but to cocky to give in said. Sure I'm ready. I said we're going to play the letter game. She looked at me very puzzled and said what the hell is that? I said I'm going to use my straw and trace letters on the arch of your foot if you can guess what it is I will buy dinner and drinks for the rest of the night. If you guess wrong the game continues. She's very competitive and stubborn so i knew this was going to be fun.
I took the straw and very slowly traced the letter Y. It drove her insane. She actually let out a yelp but then muffled the rest of her laugh. She didn't want to draw attention to herself as other co workers were there. She squirmed and jerked her foot while i did it. She was laughing but very quietly. So i said what letter is it. She said V. I said no your wrong, it was Y. This continued for some time, I even switched feet. Which was torture for her.
She squirmed all over the place in her chair, but trying to stay composed.
I asked again, are you ready for the next challenge. By now after 10 minutes or so of continuous laughter she was getting weak and the alcohol didn't help either. She was actally giddy. Which was weird to see because of her position. She always in contol on the job.
She nervously looked at me and whispered "what are you going to do to me now?" I instructed her to place her right foot on my chair. She slid her shoe totally off and complied. Her feet were awesome looking and very soft. They were a little sweaty but I didn't mind. I was about to have alot of fun with them. She looked totally helpless across the table from me. She had no idea what i was about to do. And i loved it 🙂
To make her even more nervous I did nothing for a while. The uncertaintity and anticipation was driving her through the roof. She looked at me and demandingly said " what are you going to do with my foot!"
I said first I'm going to take this ice cube. I had a glass of ice water with my martini. Gotta stay hydrated 🙂 I grabbed the cube. I'm going to freshen up your feet for you. You've had a long day and I want to make you feel better(wink wink). She sarcasticly smiled at me and said "sure you are". I said this challenge comes in two steps. Before she could say anthing I applied the ice cube to the ball of her foot. She lost control. Between the coldness and ticklishness she was laughing out loud.
She was now starting to beg "pleeeeeeeeease stop, i cant take the ice". I said sarcasticly "what was that?" She said "seriously, stooooooop pleeeeeeeeease i can't take that". She was giggling out of control. I said i will stop if u agree to the next challenge. She was so stubborn and hated to loose that she didn't give in right away. I think she was trying to see if she could take it longer. But she couldn't. She said ok I give whats the next challenge.
To be continued...........
After realizing that she is actually challenging me to tickle her I decided to call her and discuss over phone as i didn't want to continue to email this type of content. I continued to ask more questions about her ticklishnes, how much she likes it and if she actually has a tickle fetish. She said that she literally is ticklish from head to toe on the front and back of her body. She never really explored tickling that much as she hasnt met a guy that was into it. She said that she didn't know that tickling was an actual fetish. I then asked her does she crave being tickled, she said yes. I said does it turn you on? She said YES. I couldn't believe what i was hearning. I told her that she probably has a fetish for tickling.
She said that to be tickled lightly on her neck is a huge turn on. She went on to say that her feet are so ticklish, that she just starting getting pedis 5 years ago. She also told another story about having to go to the podiatrist because she used to be a runner and was having foot problems. She said that they had to bring in an assistant just to hold her ankles together. My mind starting racing because there was so much i wanted to ask but couldn't because i was in the office.
So I told her that i would like to continue the conversation at happy hour on friday. She agreed and we meant for drinks. She was drinking Mick Ultra and shots of tequila and I was drinking Grey Goose martinis. She looked extra hot as she was wearing a black business suit with skirt no stockings and black heels. We sat across from each other at a small table and she was dangling the hell out of her black pumps. Just enough where you could see the toe cleavage and buttery soft heels. Her arch was high and i was starting to feel the same 🙂
After a couple of drinks and work talk we dove back into to tickle talk. I told her that since we had last talked that i had been thinking about the "challenge" and her ability to withstand my torture. She said she had been thinking about it too.
I couldn't help but to look down at her dangling foot. She asked me if i liked her shoes and i said that i think i like your feet better. She giggled and thought that was cute. I asked her what color her toenails were and she said that she has a french pedicure.
She then rubbed her dangling shoe up against my shin under the table. She said you probably wanna tickle that foot dont you. I tried to to remain calm but sweat beeds were starting to form 🙂 I said sure i would like to but I don't want you to freak out in the bar. She then teasingly said "are you chicken"? I'm like this chick really wants it. I said I'm not chicken. She said " then go for it big boy". I'm thinking wow, talk about putting something on a silvr platter. So as her foot rubbed up against my shin I took the long thin straw out of the martini glass, sucked it for good luck and ran the tip of it over the tops of her feet. She immediately took both hands and grabbed the table. I slowly ran the straw back and forth over her toe cleavage and upper top of foot. She softly giggled but she was restraining herself. I said "whats wrong, you can't take the top of your foot tickled"? She could barely look at me as she was muffling her giggles. She boldly said while studdering" I can taaaaaaaaaake it". I then knew I was in total control. Her toes were wiggling inside her shoes as i was tickling her with the straw.
I then asked, are you ready for the next challenge. She nervously looked at me but to cocky to give in said. Sure I'm ready. I said we're going to play the letter game. She looked at me very puzzled and said what the hell is that? I said I'm going to use my straw and trace letters on the arch of your foot if you can guess what it is I will buy dinner and drinks for the rest of the night. If you guess wrong the game continues. She's very competitive and stubborn so i knew this was going to be fun.
I took the straw and very slowly traced the letter Y. It drove her insane. She actually let out a yelp but then muffled the rest of her laugh. She didn't want to draw attention to herself as other co workers were there. She squirmed and jerked her foot while i did it. She was laughing but very quietly. So i said what letter is it. She said V. I said no your wrong, it was Y. This continued for some time, I even switched feet. Which was torture for her.
She squirmed all over the place in her chair, but trying to stay composed.
I asked again, are you ready for the next challenge. By now after 10 minutes or so of continuous laughter she was getting weak and the alcohol didn't help either. She was actally giddy. Which was weird to see because of her position. She always in contol on the job.
She nervously looked at me and whispered "what are you going to do to me now?" I instructed her to place her right foot on my chair. She slid her shoe totally off and complied. Her feet were awesome looking and very soft. They were a little sweaty but I didn't mind. I was about to have alot of fun with them. She looked totally helpless across the table from me. She had no idea what i was about to do. And i loved it 🙂
To make her even more nervous I did nothing for a while. The uncertaintity and anticipation was driving her through the roof. She looked at me and demandingly said " what are you going to do with my foot!"
I said first I'm going to take this ice cube. I had a glass of ice water with my martini. Gotta stay hydrated 🙂 I grabbed the cube. I'm going to freshen up your feet for you. You've had a long day and I want to make you feel better(wink wink). She sarcasticly smiled at me and said "sure you are". I said this challenge comes in two steps. Before she could say anthing I applied the ice cube to the ball of her foot. She lost control. Between the coldness and ticklishness she was laughing out loud.
She was now starting to beg "pleeeeeeeeease stop, i cant take the ice". I said sarcasticly "what was that?" She said "seriously, stooooooop pleeeeeeeeease i can't take that". She was giggling out of control. I said i will stop if u agree to the next challenge. She was so stubborn and hated to loose that she didn't give in right away. I think she was trying to see if she could take it longer. But she couldn't. She said ok I give whats the next challenge.
To be continued...........
Looking forward to part 3. 
