Tickling Feather, Part 1
(Posted on Saturday, April 21, 2001)
This story was submitted by TheGnome01@aol.com.

Webmaster's NOTE: Please understand that stories such as this one are meant to describe consensual sex despite the story as it is written. We never condone non-consensual sex or sexual assault or battery of any kind no matter what its form. We only support such scenarios when all willing parties benefit. Thanks for understanding the difference. "No," means NO which must be understood. So have fun, but please do it responsibly.

It was a HOT summer night in a small city, in a small house. A sweetheart of mine decided to spend some of the day and night over at my house which was cool with me because I like some female company at my house.

It was set for around 9:00 p.m., so the whole day I cleaned my house up really good for her. I made sure that everything was just right. Finally when 9:00 p.m hit, I was excited and ready for her to enter. She entered with a gorgeous outfit. Black high heels, tight ass black dress, and her hair was braided so perfectly. She gave me a hug and a friendly kiss on the cheek. She sat down, took her pocketbook off and asked for me to join her.

I stood there like, "Huh?"

"Whatcha say?" She asked me.

Then I shook my head and sat right next to her. She was a very beautiful women. I think that she had some of the prettiest little feet that I had ever seen. This woman's feet were sexy! She kept switching positions of her legs and feet. She was going on and on about how her ex-boyfriend was making her feel unwanted and not treating her right. I was staring down at those sexy little feet the whole 30 minutes that she talked.

She was a heavy talker, but I knew that was all a chance for me to look at her gorgeous feet. She painted her toenails a sweet light peach color. Just looking at  them was getting me partially hard. I knew what I wanted. I wanted her feet. I wanted them bad. "I want them now," I thought to myself.

She went on and on now about the dress that she had picked up about a week prior when suddenly she stopped and noticed me staring so heavily at her feet. She said, "What are you looking at?"

I told her the truth. "I can't lie. I'm looking at your feet. Im sorry."

"Oh, you like feet huh," she said calmlyas she threw her feet onto my lap.

I was saying in my head, "Thank you, so much!!"

She started saying, "I didn't know you like feet."

Then she took her feet off of my lap. I was then thinking, "Why the fuck man! Shit!"

Then she went on and on again about her boyfriend. I stopped her after 10 minutes and said, "Sweetie, I think that was a wonderful story and all but, can't we  talk about something else?"

She said, "Oh, Im sorry." She then said, "I want you to be comfortable," as she once again threw her feet in my lap.

My advice to all of you footlovers is for you to use this line. I told her, "Sweetie, I'm about to steal your shoes." Then I quickly took both of her shoes off and threw them on the floor behind the couch.

In a sexy voice she said, "Nooo ... Gimme my shoes back."

I started to massage her feet so that she would forget about her shoes. Her eyes started closing. She started getting relaxed. She said, "You're putting me to sleep."

I told her that she'd better wake up.

Once again in this sexy voice she said, "Yep, I'm going to fall asleep on your couch."

I tickled her feet. She popped up and said, "Thats not part of a massage."

I said, "I know. I wanted you to wake up."

She reached behind the couch and got her high heels. She put them on and said, "Goodnight. I'm going to sleep on your couch."

I told her honestly, "If you fall asleep on my couch, I'm going to get you, okay Boo?"

Things were getting close to the title of the story when she said, "Yeah, right. Whatcha going to do to me?"

I told her my plans. I said, "I'm going to take you into the bedroom and tickle your brains out and you won't be able to escape."

She said, "Try me."

I let her shut her eyes and buckled her shoes up for her. I wasn't mad that they were on, cuz I knew that they were going to come off eventually. So I let her fall asleep with her legs in my lap as I sat there and watched Sandford and Son.

Within 20 minutes she was knocked out. I guess from all of her talking earlier on. Now was the time to strike. I cut the t.v. off and picked her tired body up and carried her like we had just gotten married or something. I couldn't believe that she didn't wake up. I laid her flat on the bed. I spread her out spread eagle and began setting her up for my little ticklerama event.

From my closet I pulled out a double pair of handcuffs coverd with a soft bow. I do this so that if I get a woman tied on my bed, she won't get marks on her wrist. The bow was like the kind of bow that women use to tie their hair into a ponytail. First I tied her left arm. She didn't wake up. Then I tied her right arm.

The moment that I finished tying her, her eyes popped open like a zombie on a horror movie. She started laughing and said, "Boy, take me out of these cuffs. Are you crazy?"

I said, "Naw, I'm not crazy. I told you what I was going to do."

I knew that she was extremely ticklish everywhere. She knew that I knew, too. She thought for sure that I was just fooling around on the couch about tying her up. That was until I pulled out a long green feather with a red stem. She started kicking, pulling and making sexy noises. She wasn't scared of me trying to do something to her. She was afraid of the green feather.

She started wining so sexily that it started to get me hard. She said, "Please. Don't do this. I'll never doubt you again."

I said, "Sorry," and sat on her waist.

She was kicking as her legs were free. I took the feather and walked it down her arm into her armpit. She said, "OH NOO!! PLEASE!! HaHaHaHa!!!!! I'm too HAHAHA!!! Tick-HaHaHaHa!! Lish!!!!"

She was kicking so hard as I tickled her armpit with the feather that she knocked me off of the bed. I got up and reached in my closet to grab two more pair of bow wrapped cuffs. I grabbed her left leg and put the cuff on and connected the left one to the bed. I did the same thing to her right leg. She couldn't really kick her leg much after that, but she could dangle her feet and curl her toes.

I unbuckled her shoes and threw them on the floor. She knew what I was up to and started whining again. "OH SHIT, PLEASE NOT THIS!!! YOU KNOW THAT IM TICKLISH RIGHT THERE! DON'T DO THIS!!!"

It wasn't long before I started scratching her feet with the feather. She was really laughing loudly then. She was just wiggling her foot and curling her toes trying so hard to escape the feather. She couldn't do anything about it, though I thought that it might be too much for her, so I let her rest for short periods of time. Then I would continue.

I tickled her everywhere that night. I lifted her dress and tickled her thighs, her wet ass pussy, her naval, her titties, her neck; everywhere! Then she started crying and I that's when I said to myself, "That's enough."

I quickly untied her. She started to get up and leave. I didn't want her to leave angry at me, so I grabbed her and hugged her as she continued crying with tears coming down her face. She sounded so sexy when she was crying and pissed at me.

She said, "Get off of me! I can't believe that you did that to me!!"

I hugged her, laid her back down very gently and said, "Don't be mad at me, baby. I'm sorry. I just wanted to have some fun, that's all."

She then screamed at me, "Yeah, but not on me! How would you feel if I had done that to you?"

Once again I told her that I was sorry. "I'll never, ever do that shit again."

I had my fingers crossed behind her back as I hugged her.

"You promise?" She asked.

I uncrossed my fingers and said in a boring voice, "I promise."

Then I kissed her and she kissed me. We started making love in my bed under the covers. I tickled the top of her pussy with my dick and she started giggling and said, "Remember, you promised. No tickling me like that on your bed."

I said, "You're right," and stopped. I continued making love to her. Lastly I thought, "But you didn't say that I couldn't tie you to your bed again."

That was my next strike!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tickling Feather Part 2 Coming to a fetish near you.

TheGnome01@aol.com - E-mail and tell me your comments. I would love to hear them.