TicklishCouple2
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Hi Everyone! Jen here 🙂 I thought I would write down the story of what got me into tickling since a lot of people have asked and I figured it might be fun to finally write it down. To give you a bit of context, I’m 5’1, blonde hair, blue eyes, fairly petite build and size 5 feet.
So it started with an ex bf of mine that I met in my hometown the summer before college and continued to date long-distance while in college as a freshmen. He was a good bit older than me (25) and had his own place at the time. Neither one of were into tickling and so it didn’t come up at all for the first half year of us dating. He, we will call him James, was the dominate type in the bedroom and his kink was more bondage and control. I was young and curious so I let him tie me up in all sorts of ways and we did everything from spanking to some light choking. I found I enjoyed being a brat to his dom and there was a lot of tying me up and spanking me to try and get me in line.
The tickling started when I was over at his place for the weekend and James had just finished hogtying me on his bed. His finger brushed over my arch as he was adjusting the straps and I yelped. That of course made James curious and he ran a finger over my foot again. On other parts of my body I can usually resist tickles for a few moments, but on my feet I can’t at all! I started bucking and wiggling.
“Are you ticklish, Jen?” he asked. I shook my head and called him an asshole and told him to let me out. He got an evil grin and added a few more fingers to the one tickling my foot. I squealed and started laughing. I hadn’t been tickled in a few years and I had Never been tickled while tied down before. I struggled harder and tried to get free but I was really stuck. He was pretty good at bondage after all lol. “Aw, this is such a cute side of you, Jen.” teased James as he brought both hands to tickle me.
“HAHAHAHAHA heyyhahaha staaap! staaap tickling meeeHAHAHA!!” I squealed and bucked, trying to kick him, but that wasn’t going to happen. He started tickling various parts of my foot and found that anywhere around my toes absolutely killed me. At first I was being a brat and then swearing at him but once he got to my toes I flipped right to begging and pleading.
This is the point where looking back I realize that we had been young and dumb and not really structured the relationship right for a dom/sub relationship. We hadn’t set up a safe word and he was all about making me submissive but we hadn’t really set up limits to what was ok and what was not. I trusted him and all, but all the same I don’t feel it was really set up to be healthy.
I say all that because now that James had found a weakness to use, he latched on to it, determined to break his brat and make her actually submissive. I tried to hold out, I really did. I was a proud brat and considered it my mission to give him as much sass as physically possible. However those damn toe tickles! haha. James was relentless and kept playing with my toes even after I was begging and pleading for him to stop.
“HAHAHAHAHA pleaseeHAHA I’m reallllyHAHA ticklishhAHHA not the toesssHAHA pleaseeHAHA I’ll do anythinggHAHA just staaapHAHA with the ticklingggHAHA!!”
He joked and said he would if I sucked him off. I told him no way in hell, which earned me five more minutes of tickles by which point I begged him and said I’d do it. He re-tied me spread eagle on the bed after I did what I promised, instead of untying me, he went back to tickling. I squealed and pleaded, trying to get out but I was again stuck.
James was in love with his new-found power and I was in for an extremely long tickle session that day. To him the tickling wasn’t so much of a turn on but rather the reactions he could get out of me. The pleading and the begging, having his gf completely submissive to his will, that was his drug and he was so high on it. For the next few hours he continued tickle torturing me all over, with a heavy focus on my feet since that seemed to be the worst spot. I squealed and wailed, if we hadn’t been in a pretty rural area someone probably would have called the cops lol.
At first I was in the bargaining phase, trying to get him to stop. Then I just limply took it, my brain just shutting off and my thoughts getting foggy. Finally by the second or third hour of us playing, with the last hour being him just playing with my toes, I could feel something click inside my head and I just plummeted into subspace. For me it was almost like being hypnotized, my thoughts just turned off and everything got really foggy and all I wanted to do was take orders and obey, even if it meant more tickles.
“HAHHAHApleaseHAHAHA sirrrHAHAH I’ll be a goodAHHA EEEK girllAHHA I’ll be your good girllhehehehe pleaseeeHAHA masterrrr!!”
He finally stopped and untied me, probably realizing I was acting different now.
“Ok, strip off that underwear you are wearing.” James said, testing things out.
“Yes master” I obeyed without thinking and my underwear was on the ground without me even realizing it.
He had me pose in a few different positions and nibbled and kissed my naked skin, which made me giggle and squirm. We had some hot sex then and after that ate and I just went straight from there into a heavy sleep.
I woke up Sunday and the details are a little foggy but somehow I ended up tied down again pretty quick. It didn’t take too long into the day before he got into “training me” to behave by tickling me and for the next hour my poor feet were tickled and nibbled and I was reduced to squealing and falling right back into subspace, this time even harder than before. By the afternoon I was a broken mess, completely submissive to his every suggestion. It’s hard to put into words the state of mind I was in so I’ll just go with deep hypnosis since that’s the kind of control he had over my brain in that state.
Since I had to go back home that night he spent most of the day “training” me to take his orders over the phone. He would blindfold me and whisper orders into my ear, like stripping off my underwear or kneeing for him. And if I didn’t obey fast enough he would tickling me lightly, which by that time I was so sensitive it would drive me to hysterics. I was rewarded for good behavior with some mind-numbing orgasms. Gosh, as much as this guy had issues as a bf, he had some tricks that could just rock a girl’s whole being, you know?
He made me promise to drive up the next weekend for more “training” and even wrote his name on my bare foot before he left. Once I was back in the dorms and had slept, my head was a bit clearer, but I found myself getting horny every time I thought back on the weekend and what he did to me. I knew I should have felt outraged. He hadn’t really asked for consent before pushing me that far into submission and I’m not sure we knew the right language to really do that properly anyway. I knew in some part of my feminist brain I should be furious at him for making me call him master. But for some reason, I just found it extremely hot.
I had a few very conflicted masturbation sessions after class that next day, thinking about the tickling and the submission. That evening I got a text from James, “you up?” I froze, suddenly horny. “Yes, still awake” I replied.
“Yes…?”
“Yes.. Sir”
“Good girl.”
I melted a little bit at that. He asked if I was alone and I said that I was for now but that my roommate would be back soon to study with me. My phone started ringing and I jump, rushing to grab headphones. I picked up and soon his voice was whispering in my ears, making my brain switch back into sub mode. He told me to touch myself and I was only too happy to oblige, letting him hear my moans and small sounds. While my pleasure was building he told me I had been a bad girl and I was going to get my roommate to tickle me when she came back. I couldn’t care about anything else at the time, and promised him I would do anything he wanted, just so long as he ordered me to cum.
I know this is a tickling focused forum so I won’t go into too much detail other than I did cum quite a few times before my roommate texted me she was on her way back. James ordered me to strip down into my underwear and I wasn’t allowed to put on clothes till morning. Something in my brain clicked, and I had my clothes stripped off before I had even thought about doing it or not doing it. I was wet just thinking about obeying. He got a few sexy pictures to “prove” my obedience and then my roommate got back and I had to hang up.
I’ll talk about how that went and more about how things went with James in my next story. This is getting long enough as it is haha.
Hopefully some of you enjoyed this story of how I got into this whole tickling thing. I can’t say it was the best way, but I promise I did get wiser and safer in future relationships. 😊
Bye for now!
So it started with an ex bf of mine that I met in my hometown the summer before college and continued to date long-distance while in college as a freshmen. He was a good bit older than me (25) and had his own place at the time. Neither one of were into tickling and so it didn’t come up at all for the first half year of us dating. He, we will call him James, was the dominate type in the bedroom and his kink was more bondage and control. I was young and curious so I let him tie me up in all sorts of ways and we did everything from spanking to some light choking. I found I enjoyed being a brat to his dom and there was a lot of tying me up and spanking me to try and get me in line.
The tickling started when I was over at his place for the weekend and James had just finished hogtying me on his bed. His finger brushed over my arch as he was adjusting the straps and I yelped. That of course made James curious and he ran a finger over my foot again. On other parts of my body I can usually resist tickles for a few moments, but on my feet I can’t at all! I started bucking and wiggling.
“Are you ticklish, Jen?” he asked. I shook my head and called him an asshole and told him to let me out. He got an evil grin and added a few more fingers to the one tickling my foot. I squealed and started laughing. I hadn’t been tickled in a few years and I had Never been tickled while tied down before. I struggled harder and tried to get free but I was really stuck. He was pretty good at bondage after all lol. “Aw, this is such a cute side of you, Jen.” teased James as he brought both hands to tickle me.
“HAHAHAHAHA heyyhahaha staaap! staaap tickling meeeHAHAHA!!” I squealed and bucked, trying to kick him, but that wasn’t going to happen. He started tickling various parts of my foot and found that anywhere around my toes absolutely killed me. At first I was being a brat and then swearing at him but once he got to my toes I flipped right to begging and pleading.
This is the point where looking back I realize that we had been young and dumb and not really structured the relationship right for a dom/sub relationship. We hadn’t set up a safe word and he was all about making me submissive but we hadn’t really set up limits to what was ok and what was not. I trusted him and all, but all the same I don’t feel it was really set up to be healthy.
I say all that because now that James had found a weakness to use, he latched on to it, determined to break his brat and make her actually submissive. I tried to hold out, I really did. I was a proud brat and considered it my mission to give him as much sass as physically possible. However those damn toe tickles! haha. James was relentless and kept playing with my toes even after I was begging and pleading for him to stop.
“HAHAHAHAHA pleaseeHAHA I’m reallllyHAHA ticklishhAHHA not the toesssHAHA pleaseeHAHA I’ll do anythinggHAHA just staaapHAHA with the ticklingggHAHA!!”
He joked and said he would if I sucked him off. I told him no way in hell, which earned me five more minutes of tickles by which point I begged him and said I’d do it. He re-tied me spread eagle on the bed after I did what I promised, instead of untying me, he went back to tickling. I squealed and pleaded, trying to get out but I was again stuck.
James was in love with his new-found power and I was in for an extremely long tickle session that day. To him the tickling wasn’t so much of a turn on but rather the reactions he could get out of me. The pleading and the begging, having his gf completely submissive to his will, that was his drug and he was so high on it. For the next few hours he continued tickle torturing me all over, with a heavy focus on my feet since that seemed to be the worst spot. I squealed and wailed, if we hadn’t been in a pretty rural area someone probably would have called the cops lol.
At first I was in the bargaining phase, trying to get him to stop. Then I just limply took it, my brain just shutting off and my thoughts getting foggy. Finally by the second or third hour of us playing, with the last hour being him just playing with my toes, I could feel something click inside my head and I just plummeted into subspace. For me it was almost like being hypnotized, my thoughts just turned off and everything got really foggy and all I wanted to do was take orders and obey, even if it meant more tickles.
“HAHHAHApleaseHAHAHA sirrrHAHAH I’ll be a goodAHHA EEEK girllAHHA I’ll be your good girllhehehehe pleaseeeHAHA masterrrr!!”
He finally stopped and untied me, probably realizing I was acting different now.
“Ok, strip off that underwear you are wearing.” James said, testing things out.
“Yes master” I obeyed without thinking and my underwear was on the ground without me even realizing it.
He had me pose in a few different positions and nibbled and kissed my naked skin, which made me giggle and squirm. We had some hot sex then and after that ate and I just went straight from there into a heavy sleep.
I woke up Sunday and the details are a little foggy but somehow I ended up tied down again pretty quick. It didn’t take too long into the day before he got into “training me” to behave by tickling me and for the next hour my poor feet were tickled and nibbled and I was reduced to squealing and falling right back into subspace, this time even harder than before. By the afternoon I was a broken mess, completely submissive to his every suggestion. It’s hard to put into words the state of mind I was in so I’ll just go with deep hypnosis since that’s the kind of control he had over my brain in that state.
Since I had to go back home that night he spent most of the day “training” me to take his orders over the phone. He would blindfold me and whisper orders into my ear, like stripping off my underwear or kneeing for him. And if I didn’t obey fast enough he would tickling me lightly, which by that time I was so sensitive it would drive me to hysterics. I was rewarded for good behavior with some mind-numbing orgasms. Gosh, as much as this guy had issues as a bf, he had some tricks that could just rock a girl’s whole being, you know?
He made me promise to drive up the next weekend for more “training” and even wrote his name on my bare foot before he left. Once I was back in the dorms and had slept, my head was a bit clearer, but I found myself getting horny every time I thought back on the weekend and what he did to me. I knew I should have felt outraged. He hadn’t really asked for consent before pushing me that far into submission and I’m not sure we knew the right language to really do that properly anyway. I knew in some part of my feminist brain I should be furious at him for making me call him master. But for some reason, I just found it extremely hot.
I had a few very conflicted masturbation sessions after class that next day, thinking about the tickling and the submission. That evening I got a text from James, “you up?” I froze, suddenly horny. “Yes, still awake” I replied.
“Yes…?”
“Yes.. Sir”
“Good girl.”
I melted a little bit at that. He asked if I was alone and I said that I was for now but that my roommate would be back soon to study with me. My phone started ringing and I jump, rushing to grab headphones. I picked up and soon his voice was whispering in my ears, making my brain switch back into sub mode. He told me to touch myself and I was only too happy to oblige, letting him hear my moans and small sounds. While my pleasure was building he told me I had been a bad girl and I was going to get my roommate to tickle me when she came back. I couldn’t care about anything else at the time, and promised him I would do anything he wanted, just so long as he ordered me to cum.
I know this is a tickling focused forum so I won’t go into too much detail other than I did cum quite a few times before my roommate texted me she was on her way back. James ordered me to strip down into my underwear and I wasn’t allowed to put on clothes till morning. Something in my brain clicked, and I had my clothes stripped off before I had even thought about doing it or not doing it. I was wet just thinking about obeying. He got a few sexy pictures to “prove” my obedience and then my roommate got back and I had to hang up.
I’ll talk about how that went and more about how things went with James in my next story. This is getting long enough as it is haha.
Hopefully some of you enjoyed this story of how I got into this whole tickling thing. I can’t say it was the best way, but I promise I did get wiser and safer in future relationships. 😊
Bye for now!
