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When I was in Junior High, the girls in my class came up with a great game - they would sit in the hallway in a place unseen by teachers, choose a victim (I am uncertain of the exact mechanism), take her shoes off, and tickle her feet. I have no idea what the objective of the game was, but I am pretty sure the point was that they had to stop themselves from laughing too loudly, so as to not be found by the teachers.
Usually 1 or 2 girls would attack the poor victim while another held her feet on her lap, they would start really slowly, sensually even, and would gradually go faster and tickle harder. I even recall I caught them licking one girl's feet one time, driving her pretty crazy.
After a while (again, not sure of the mechanism) they would switch, and often the former victim seemed to greatly enjoy her revenge.
Personally I was obviously very aroused by the game, but since I was not really sexually aware at the time, I was mostly embarrassed by it, and made sure to avoid the hallways where they played. A certain girl even invited me to play with them a couple of times, probably to tease me, and I am really sad for never taking her up on her offer, would have made a great memory. I mostly recall how beautiful their feet were. There was one girl who was especially arousing her breasts were huge even back then (she had to undergo a breast reduction in high school because they were too big and were hindering her), her legs were long and she would usually wear short skirts to show them off, her feet were pale white, and really long, with high arches, and she was crazy ticklish, her giggling could always be heard throughout the hallway the moment they started playing. I had a thing for her in latter years, but alas, it never came to be…
I am pretty sure that is also a huge part of why I have such a strong tickling and feet fetish today.
I've posted this a lot especially on /d/ and /soc/, but here it is again.
I knew a girl named Jessie, who, while ridiculously ticklish and enjoyed it, didn't have the fetish, so I got her (good, mind you) like 3 times before she always moved far, far away. She had slender, tanned feet are pretty much the gold standard for a ticklefag like myself. The best time I got her was actually in the middle of a crowded cafeteria in the last week of high school. Deciding that since it was the last week ever and she had on flipflops, I just really, really wanted to get her, so I walk up to her table and ask her to hand me her foot. Which she does, without a moments hesitation (another reason OP is a fag, lel), so I decide if she's making it that easy, I go for broke, pop off her flipflop, and tickle the bitch like crazy. She unexpected blows up into loud, hysterical laughing, but makes absolutely no attempt to take her foot away from me and actually slides her other leg into my lap. Concluding that this was a sign she enjoyed very much what was happening, I stop for a second, look her in the face, slide off the other sandal, she looks back at me smiling, and I just go crazy tickling both of her feet. The entire time, the entire lunchroom is staring at use, wondering what the fuck is going on (although it was still very loud, so it wasn't a massive distraction), and I just go at it for like 5 minutes. I wanted to stop before she got sick of it, so she'd want to do it later on, and put her shoes back on for her. I asked her friend if she wanted to have a shot, and she made fun of me. That said, I was still high from Jessie feet time, so I couldn't care less.
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I just realized, because I copypasta'd this from an archived /d/ thread with an unrelated OP, that I unintentionally called *this* OP a fag for seemingly no reason. I assure you it wasn't directed at you my good man.
This girl I met via TMF, found out she lived about an hour away from me so we decided over Christmas one year we needed to meet up and have some fun. This was my first time with another person who had the fetish outright (most up til this point had been just friends I talked into trying it on a whim), so I went and stocked up on rope and feathers. Neither of us had anywhere to go with any real degree of privacy, so we met up in the malls parking lot in an empty part in the back of my chevy blazer. We both hop in the back seat and she ties my ankles and hands together and starts on my feet. They were like itchy-ticklish, not really getting anything more than a smirk and some twitching, so she heads up to my stomach where I'm most ticklish for about 5 minutes, raking the fuck out of my stomach and sides. Was rad, but she had long, fake nails, which scratch me more than they tickle.
Eventually we decide its her turn (she was more lee and I more ler at the time, so this was the main event as it were), and I tie her hands behind her back and ankles together. I pop off her shoes an lightly scratch on her soft, chunky soles, which immediately gets her going in a stream of hard giggles. I work my index finger back and forth across for a while slowly, building up anticipation and making her wiggle more and more the longer I go. having never licked or sucked toes or feet before at that point, I give that a try. It works, she bucks back and squeals sharply, but her feet were cold and not really appealing taste wise (not gross, but not like, "fun", either), so after a few short noms I take them out of my mouth. I grab the pack of feathers and slide one between her toes, space by space, slowly. She's loving it, and after I get between each space, I get another feather and repeat the process, until eventually she has four feathers tickling each space at once.
This has been going on for about 20 minutes at the point, and this girl hasn't shown any signs of dull sensitivity at all. If anything she seems to get more ticklish the longer I go. I decide to switch out feathers with a length of the nylon rope we were using for bondage and try flossing her toes with that. It works better than the feathers, and she erupts into rapid fire giggling. While she's distracted from the sensation, I grab a plastic hair brush (by now a cliched tickle tool from videos), and by god does that fucker work wonders. The second it hits her soles she's howling and jerking back as hard as she can, barely hitting her head against the backseat window and wiggling her ankles in the rope with no success.
At the point I'm out of ideas, and we decide now is time for the endurance test, where I would switch between my fingers, tongue, feathers, rope, and brush in random intervals non stop until she begged for mercy. I give her a minute to breath (which she insists she didn't need), I go to town. I attack her soft little feets with everything I have, making her squeal and shake like crazy. It was like living a dream.
This goes on for about 35 more minutes, until I become cramped from having sat sideways in the backseats for so long, and I tell her that it was incredible, but I had more things to do later in the day. She expresses disappointment that the fun and ended and had "only" been about an hour or so (she would tell me later on she routinely did 3,4, sometimes 5 hour torture sessions at a local BDSM fixture), and we make plans to do it again.
We never do. As long as we knew each other (about 2 years), we never met up again for torture fun. She did, at one time, express a good deal of interest in doing some amatuer tickling videos with me (she would later go on to do a single professional one with Boston Tickling). When I approached her months later trying to take her up on the offer, she mysteriously blocks me from facebook, tmf, fetlife, etc. I later come to find out her boyfriend had seen the text and not realized she had been that into a fetish scene.
Sucks, but kind of understandable. For all I know he did know she was "into it", but not to that extent. Or had offered to do fetish films with another guy, albeit months beforehand.
She did end up doing a video for that Boston Tickler guy, I'll try and find the preview. She doesn't show her face but her reactions are fucking hilarious.
Holy shit man, you've got some guts.
I am deathly afraid of tickling anyone in public, I once tickled my coworker's feet and she called me out on being a foot-fetishist, an image which stuck with me until I left that workplace over a year later.
NOVA. And probably. Not gonna touch your pecker though lol.>>2071
Keep in mind he wasn't around when the idea was first kicked around, and she never mentioned him right up until he found the text, had I known the situation I wouldn't have suggested it.>>2074
Haha I knew her well enough by that point to gauge that she wouldn't react THAT bad, and on the offchance she did school was over in like 3 days, so what did I care. That said her friend I asked immediately after did kind of start calling it really weird, but since I didn't really give a shit (too revved up from tickling slender beautiful Italian girl feet) she didn't keep going. I guess she was more just trying to nutcheck me than actually fuck with me over a foot fetish.
Keep in mind I was essentially friends with both of these people at the time, albeit not close ones. The relationship makes all the difference when you pull shit like this.
Damn, you're lucky as fuck.
I've had a few ticklish-very ticklish girlfriends, but I've yet to find one who can tickle properly. I tried to teach my last girlfriend (long relationship), but she was terrible at it to the very end.
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>Gf into bdsm, as am I
>Gateway to tickling, among other things
>Texted me recently saying she likes it when I tickle her during bdsm-related things
I have assumed direct control.
if I remember right she wasn't retarded, she had Cerebral palsy, which in some cases can impair cognition, but not to the degree of retardation. It's mostly an impairment of the brains physical control of the body.
the "BDSM club guy tortures his cunt wife" story was fucking great, for several reasons.
When I was in secondary school, a girl used a tie to tie me to a sort of fence thing, and tickled me a bit. Only for like 5 seconds though. I get screamy and shit as soon as I'm tickled. It's honestly fucking horrible, even with this fetish.
I fapped to it afterwards though.
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My boyfriend and I are both switches, but as far as tickling goes I'm the 'lee and he's the 'ler and we've had some fantastic experiences with it.
Once, during foreplay, I had my arms above my head and he began to run his fingers up and down my sides and armpits, and I instinctively squealed and jerked my arms down. He roughly continued tickling me and stared me straight in the eyes and said "Keep your arms up." in the most dominant voice I've ever heard him manage and it was unreasonably hot. He went to town on my ribcage and armpits (most ticklish spots) and all I could do was squirm and try to muffle my laughter (as he lives in a dorm and his roommate was studying nextdoor). After a little bit he leans in close, still tickling me and breathily says "Don't stifle it. I want him to hear you laugh."
I swear that's probably the closest I've come to orgasm just from tickling alone. It still gives me shivers just thinking about it.
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greentext dump, trigger warning some might be fairly obvious lies.
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This *might* be the same guy, I'm not sure.
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I hate to say it but I might have oversold how many of these were actually "stories", I'll post what I got but I think it's far fewer than I remembered.
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One that was in /tv/ for some reason…
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How old was she?
Barefoot or not?
The first real experience I had that I'd say "counts," happened some time ago, when I was still in college. It was getting close to the end of the semester, and our campus was hosting one of those all-day events where everyone gets drunk and socializes outside while trying to seem sober enough to avoid being arrested by campus police. The day was winding down and a group of us ended up back in one of my friend's suite. It was pretty quiet, so a female friend, Amanda, and I made plans to go back to her room and make pina coladas. Just as we're getting ready to leave, Amanda decides to be a brat and steals a hat from one of my good friends, Doug, whom she used to… kind of… date, ish? It was a strange brand of commitment without commitment and ended up messing Doug up pretty badly, though he'd gotten over it by the time this happened. So Amanda grabs Doug's hat and hides, Doug goes after her and, Doug being a close friend, I go help him out. We find her in another suitemate's empty room where she tries to engage in tug-of-war over the hat. On my advice Doug starts tickling her.
She went ballistic, it was glorious. I was able to keep her foot still enough to just lightly scribble my fingertips over her sole and she absolutely lost it. Thrashing, hysterical behind me, she tried kicking at my arm, so I just wrapped my arm around her other leg too, which allowed me to keep tickling her in peace and seemed to make her even more ticklish. It was absolutely bizarre, the feeling that I got from that, because the alcohol, plus our friendship, had removed any eroticism from the experience, but in a positive way. I felt… fulfilled is the only way to describe it, sitting there with her helpless behind me, forcing joy onto and into her. I was controlling her gently, forcing myself onto her in a way that made her happy. The universe of possibility opened up before me. I was giving while taking, and taking while giving. I was the fulcrum. I was the Kwisatz Haderach.
Then we got up, went to her room with some other friends, and Drank pina coladas while watching Monsters inc.
Wow, that's inspired.
And kudos on the Dune reference.
She introduce you to the ticklefaggotry, or you were already pretty well into it and were surprised to find she enjoyed it too?
There's probably a good chance you gave it to her.
I've always been into tickling since as young as I was a toddler (I blame the countless tickle scenes in cartoons I watched throughout my childhood), I knew she was into it, but didn't realize HOW much into it she was until that moment.
She and I met after she saw some of my old tickle art, knowing I shared a kink she secretly had before we got together. So a good chance she's had it since childhood too.
She ended up marrying someone else, so I hope she's enjoying her fill without me.