>>77761 Yes

>>72629 What a load of bull...fun, but bull. Perhaps the most ridiculous thing about this is the idea that blades of grass would tickle more than a couple of ladies going to town with their nails.

>>77755 Haven't tickled a guy but been tickled by guys. So here's a story from the lee's perspective. Hope the fellow fags enjoy. >Be me 2 years ago >Beginning to accept my bisexuality >Have profiles on various dating apps looking for girls to get to know >Shitass luck. Barren silence, very discouraging >"Fuck it, let's try with men" >My feet are erogenous as hell and vigorous foot worship( aggressive nibbling, sloppily sucking on the toes, not just your usual licks and kisses) turns me tf on. I know I have attractive feet for a guy because I've been posting pics online and been told as much by many horny fags and even some women >"Time to have a session" >Make a grindr profile. Post my feet pics. Put in my description that I wanna get worshipped and I'm also into tickling >Immediate avalanche of dms. Completely the opposite of what it's been like in most dating apps. I am now swamped by dick, and its all bad >Spend some time talking with people. Most of them are older dudes in their 40s and 50s. I'm in my mid 20s and am not into daddies >Finally get dmd by a guy around my age. Sends face pic and he's cute. We discuss fetishes and stuff. He's a foot fetishist but had no idea tickling was a thing. Is down to torture me anyways >Date is set >Day comes, I'm nervous as fuck. But that kind of anticipatory anxiety that comes from great excitement. I can't wait for it to happen. I want to be destroyed. I want to be told I'm hot. I want to be enjoyed. Savored >I park near his house. We gotta be discreet, being gay ain't a crime where I live but it's still socially stigmatized. I text my best friend that I'm about to meet with this dude and that if he murders me or something she knows when to call the cops. She goes ok lol have fun. >He comes and picks me up. We go through the back door of his house. Parents aren't home, but the neighbors might be watching. House is pretty dingy and messy, like I just delivered myself into Jeffrey Dahmer's lair. >Shit. What am I doing >He notices I'm nervous and not talking much so he offers me a glass of water. We do a bit of small talk, then he leads me to his bedroom >Bedroom is even more of a warzone than the house. Used clothes strewn all over the floor. No structure or order to anything. He has a dingy little mat on the floor and tells me we are gonna play there. >Fuck it. I'm here, let's do this >He sits on the mat and tells me to sit on a chair. He takes my shoed feet onto his lap and begins slowly undoing the laces on my sneakers. He has a look of yearning concentration in his eyes. Like he's in the zone. Hot. This is hot. This is what it's about. >Soon enough my shoes are off and there is not much fanfare before my ankle socks are gone as well. He begins the worship. He's hungry and so am I >Bliss >The feel of someone else's lips on my soles is simply heaven. The warmth, the moisture. The wet caress of the tongue as it pushes against the firmness of the pedicured skin and traverses its lengths. The sexual electricity that shoots up my leg every time his teeth sink into the balls of my feet or my heels. The mind-melting pleasure when his mouth wraps around my toes and his tongue dances on their pads. >I'm moaning. Grunting and growling. Giving him directions on where to bite next. Where to move onto once the skin grows desensitized. I rub the tent in his pants with my other foot while he devours its counterpart. Caress his cheek with it. Close my toes around his nose to let him take in the scent of my coconut body lotion. >Got a tent of my own on my pants. He notices. He smiles. >I feel powerful. I feel attractive. I AM attractive. This man is mine. I am a prince and he is my servant, sitting before my small size 7 peds and loving them as they deserve to be loved. >Time to relinquish all control. Time to give him back the power >I strip naked and lay facedown on his mat. He grabs one of my asscheeks with longing, I can tell he wants to fuck me. But we ain't here for that >I tell him where I am ticklish. My armpits, my tummy, my sides, my ribs, my feet. >I hadn't been properly destroyed by a ler before this, so at most I believe myself to be only mildly ticklish >About to be proven absolutely wrong >He lays on top of me. Pins me down with his body weight. My boner is grinding against his mattress. It's about to happen >He begins sloppily making out with my ears. Like tongue going all in >OH FUCK >Scream like a banshee. The pleasure is fucking overwhelming. It sounds too intimate. It feels too intimate. I had no idea my ears were a sweet zone and now here they are getting tongue fucked by this devil >Loudly moaning like a pornstar. Whole body trembles. I'm pulling on the covers for dear life. I hate it. I love it. I need it to stop. I don't want it to ever stop. "You like this, don't you?" he whispers into my ear. Like the slut I am I furiously nod. >All ten of his fingers then dig into my armpits >I explode with the loudest laughter I have ever emitted in my life >It's a brutal howling that sounds like resigned agony and unhinged hilarity all rolled into one package >I'm fucking devastatingly ticklish. I had no idea. I'm so damned happy >He stops and laughs. "Wow, this is gonna be so easy" >Dick >He's right though >I tell him my safeword is red. He raises an eyebroe and goes "woa, this is kinda like bdsm though. Want me to tie you up?" >YES YES YES

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>He improvises some shitty knots with some cloth he had hanging around. For my wrists and ankles. Wouldn't hold someone that really wants to break free. But I don't. I'm a masochist. I just need something to restrict all involuntary movement >Tickling commences anew. His fingers go right into my armpits >It feels like hours are passing. I lose track of time. My throat is getting sore from all the thunderous cackling I'm spewing. My body is buckling on the mat, trying to shake him off to no use. I'm sweaty as hell, like if this were a workout. I have drool running down my mouth because it can't stay closed, and I'm rubbing that spittle all over my slut face because I'm burying myself in his mattress to muffle the screams. His fingers digging into my armpits are driving me insane. Every poke is like raw electricity, and I'm dancing to its beat >This is torture. Actual tickle torture. I'm living it. My cock is rock hard and grinding against the mattress >He goes back to suck on my ears >NO NO NO NO NO NOOOHOHOHOHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA! >I try begging for mercy because I know his tongue on my ears will ruin me, but his damned hands slip right into my armpits again >I crumble. The combined sensations make my eyes roll up my skull and my thoughts blank. Silent laughter now. I can't even make sound. All I'm doing is breathlessly spewing air. Body stops fighting. It's so overwhelmed by the need to escape that it can't do anything >Not even considering the safeword. This is paradise >After a while he stops. I crumple on the mat, panting >He moves down and grabs my feet >Oh fuck >Begins worshipping once again. My whole body bucks with vitality. Frankenstein's monster has been hit by lightning, and it's alive. >While his mouth works my soles and toes, his fingers begin scribbling all over the tops of my feet >Ruination >The laughter detonates again, and this time its even louder. Idk if the neighbors are hearing, but the capacity to care has been stripped off of me >Had no idea the tops of my feet were this sensitive >I'm howling bloody murder, repeatedly slamming my face against the mattress. Desperately punching it. Pulling on the covers. Twisting and turning like a thing possessed. His mouth and fingers keep their work, undeterred by my hopeless tries to escape. There is wetness in my groin, and that lets me know I'm shooting wads into his blankets >Not even considering the safeword >He abruptly stops worshipping, wraps my ankles in an armlock, and with his freed hand he proceeds to tear into my soles. Five fingers claw at my plush skin without mercy, hitting spot after spot that I am now intimately being shown are sensitive as fuck. The heels. The arches. The insteps. Worst of all are the balls of the feet. I tightly scrunch my toes in attempted defense, but it does jackshit to dull the sensations >Silent laughter again. I'm crying by this point. Losing my marbles. I'm a ruined pile of bodily fluids. Whole body is sore and exhausted. Not even thinking about the safeword. I want this to go on forever. I want to be this man's tickle slave >Foot tickling stops, goes right back into my fucking armpits >My eyes shoot open in panic and surprise. All I can see is the room's wall right in front of me. It is blank. It is empty. It is me >How much laughter can my abused lungs produce at this point? A ton. So much >My body begins buckling again, and once my ass backs up with frenzied abandon his full mast cock is there to greet every thrust of my fat cheeks >Piece of shit is tickling me so hard I'm unwittingly giving him what he wants >Flustered as fuck. I love it though. I'm angry that I love it. This humiliation. This shame. Fuck, I want it forever >This goes on for like another hour >Stops not because I safeworded, but because his parents are gonna return soon >Fantastic experience. Did not meet with him again after this, but it gave me enough sexual pointers for me to be confident with my desires >Now have a boyfriend who frequently indulges me >There is hope, anons. Don't give up

>>77778 >size 7 feet God damn anon you deserve to have your feet tickled and fucked by other men, such small feet are like helpless little prey to us

>>77787 Oh yeah, I've been told as much many times lol. My partner is gonna tickle the piss out of me tonight, and he loves using the hairbrush to ravage my small soles. I'm so excited to be destroyed again

>>77787 A submissive male with size 7s is practically female

>>77778 Size 7? Damn, you've got some little ass feet. How tall are you, anyway? I feel like you've been gifted the body of a cute little tickle slut all your life and you're just now realizing it

>>77778 Goddamn where have you been all my motherfucking life 😭

>77778 I envy the fuck out of you for being able to go for it. I've had multiple opportunities but have never gone through with it.

>>77842 I'm 5'7. My feet shouldn't be as tiny as they are but ah well. If having difficulties finding shoes that fit me is the price to pay for having cute small peds that get tickle destroyed all the time, I'll take it. Had a session on Saturday and my boyfriend used a grooming glove + baby oil on me for the first time. Holy FUCK was that thing horrendous. Ended up howling like Mark Hamill's joker lmao, boyfriend had to gag me with a towel to muffle the screams. >>77870 ;] >>77883 You'll get there anon. It ain't a race. There's many shots I've missed too, like that one time I ran into like the one tickle fetishist aside from me in my whole ass country (and interested in torturing me on top of it) and somehow fumbled it due to immense autism. >>77814 Guess I am a lady huh. A very hairy, fully bearded gal, but a gal nonetheless. I shall serve cunt like none has ever done before

>>77902 I would destroy your bussy between tickle sessions ngl

>>77987 I'm flattered, anon. That does sound rather nice

>>77814 >>77842 Not that other guy but I'm like 5'3 with size 7 feets ._.

fuckin faggots always ruining a good thing with their gay shit, get back to your containment board, only cute girls' feet allowed here >>72646 based >>75215 based >>64277 POAST THE TIGGLEART >>64239 >>61115 >>61114 ultrabased >>52427 based church-goer

this thread really brought out the thirsty bottoms, nice to know there are this many ticklish twinks around >>78160 >t. submissive softboi with nicer feet than most females What's the matter sweetheart afraid you'll like it

>>77902 I would ask to contact you to get to know you because your breed is all to uncommon. But since you're in a relationship I understand if not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

>>78203 >t.faggot that wants everyone to be on his level of degeneracy you're the entitled kind of fag I'd love to see necked dead to make an example for the public. >You're a disappointment to everyone you know >You've even been a let-down on this board Make plans to end it all tonight dawg you're not gonna recover

>>78290 >Make plans to end it all tonight dawg you're not gonna recover

>>64277 Oh hi Unikran

>About 15 years ago, I was 16. >Loved video games, but my parents were pretty much against them, and we also couldn't afford many games back then. >So some weekends, I used to visit an uncle of mine, whose kids literally bought every single game. >Once, my male cousins and my aunt were missing but their sister was there(19 years old) >I ask her if I can play some video game but she's telling me "No, I'm watchng TV, I'll probably go out in about an hour, so wait". >Helping my uncle with some stuff and after a while he has to go out. >I ask my cousin if she is going to go out but tells me "Probably not, plans changed". >I remembered that once I had witnessed one of her brothers slightly tickle her, and she went crazy. >I'd neved dared to tickle another girl before even though I knew my thing about tickling. >I ask her again if I can play video games and the answer is the same. >She is a petite girl, and I was much stronger than her. >I grab her leg and sit on the other and I'm start tickling her foot. >She starts laughing out loud and I'm asking her if she changed her mind. >Between hard laughs, and some hits on my shoulders, she shouts "You little piece of shit hahahahahha, no I'm watching TV, stop tickling me hahahahha". >I let her one leg and I go for her sides and she starts going crazy "hahahahahaha please not there, that's my worst spot hahahhahaha I'm begging you hahahahaha" >I ask her again "Can I play?" while I keep tickling her sides. She breaks and though hard laugh "hahahahaha yes,yes please, just don't tickle me there hahahahha I'm begging you hahahaha I can't take it". >I stop tickling her sides and I grab her leg and tell her "So you want to tickle your foot again" and I start tickling between her toes. She explodes with laughter "No!No! Hahahahahhaha wtf?? hahahahahaha that's even worse hahahhaha please let my foot hahahhaa I'll do anything". >I kept tickling her for a while until I saw some tears in her eyes and then stopped. >She kept her promise and let me play, but told me not to dare tickle her again, and was really furious. >I asked sorry and I think that never happened again to be alone with her, so I've never tickled her again.

>Be me >Can't find a female lee >Finally gives in and decides to look for a male one instead >Makes a Grindr account >One dude catches my attention >Guy's fairly handsome and cleanshaven >Has plenty of bondage gear, tools, and experience >After chatting online for a few days and getting to know each other, we finally meet up at a motel >Guy says he'll foot the bill >Excited to tickle him for hours on end >After strapping him to the bed, I go to work >Guy starts cackling and is already having a blast >Don't feel aroused or excited like before, but I decide to give it a bit >Five minutes in >Nope >Ten minutes in >Nada >Fifteen minutes in >Bored out of my fucking mind >Stay quiet about it so as to not spoil the mood >Keep going for about an hour out of guilt >After we say goodbye, I head home to find some tickle pics to jerk to >Go with that Jaina Proudmoore stocker from Dazidentevil >Something feels off >Tries LoL foot tickles by Bad-Pierrot >Still nothing >Gives Feeteraco's Eri and Ale multiverse pic a try >Wtf is going on? >Try some vanilla porn on Rule 34 >Gets hard almost instantly >Almost eight months later, tickling content still doesn't do it for me Did that guy unintentionally cure me of my tickle fetish? Once the thought of tickle torturing someone, male or female, was insanely hot to me. Now I just can't bring myself to find it arousing anymore. Is there anyone here that's experienced something similar? At this point, the only reason I come back to this board is to read the Artist Hate threads.

>>78391 >Originally seeking a female >Lose patience and go faggot to try satiate hornyness >Not aroused, but embarrassed, because you're not gay >Now just feel gross >Even try to return to female content to expunge yourself of filth Gayness is a sickness

>>78391 Only known case of the gay curing you

>>78391 Hey, anon, I'm the dude that posted that story up there about being foot worshipped and tickle tortured by another man. I've got some experience with stuff like this so let me try and help you understand your feelings. I think you're straight, but thought you were bi/bicurious. The thought of tickling both males and females excited you, but the thing with fantasies is that they sometimes tend to be different to reality. And that is okay, nothing to be ashamed of. You tried out this experience with another guy who, by your own admission, was handsome and had great ticklish reactions. But if that literally did zilch for you then yeah you're straight. Perhaps you felt bad during your session with him. Conflicted even as to why your emotions weren't lining up with your previous excitement over this fantasy. Tickle porn with females isn't doing much for you now because you're still conflicted over whether or not you're into tickling at all. I'd say give yourselt some time and don't overstress over this too much. You need to become confident in your sexuality again, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. Happens to a lot of people when they try stuff out they'd thought they'd like and turns out they didn't. If regular vanilla sex porn is doing this to you now, maybe try looking into tickle porn that mixes in eroticism with the torture? Like mouth action, kissing, foot worship, tickle fucking, or just tickle porn between a man and a woman that has some romantic chemistry baked in (Maria from AbsolutelyTickled has good chemistry with her ler, for example)

>>78411 >Bored out of my fucking mind RTFP faggot

>>78417 >implying the retarded tickle fetish is any less gay than actually taking dick in the ass

>>78435 just because you want it to be, doesn't make it so

I have a few stories. Some from my SIL, some from my MIL, and then some random chicks. Here's one of my SIL >Hanging out with 21 year old SIL (lets call her ashley) >Looks like my wife so shes a stacy >Super bratty and bitchy unlike my wife, so i have an intense desire to tickle her into submission. I know shes subby from different conversations we've had, just gotta bring it out >She comes over to stay the weekend at my house, wife is out of town for work. >We spend the day flirting and cuddling a bit and watching tv (this is how we hang out more or less) >Ashley starts telling me some shit about her boyfriend. She makes it clear she doesn't even like him, and is just waiting to break up with him later. >Basically tells me about how she flirts with other guys all the time and is texting them and stuff. >Its ok when she does it with me, but not with other random guys >Ashley is wearing thin white socks, and as "punishment" for being a whore, I grab her legs and sit on them. She is face down at this point. >I start tickling her feet through the socks, and she immediately tries to pull her legs back, but I'm sitting on her thighs, so she can't do anything about it. >I start to peel her socks off and she screams "NO PLEASE" > Leave the sock half on because I like the buildup, and spider my fingers on the part of the foot where the heel meets the arch. She is laughing so hard and kind of trying to pull her feet away, but not struggling that hard, more so just laughing loudly and begging a ton >Decide I want more, and pull her socks off all the way >She's begging me to stop, not to tickle her any more. I grab one of her big toes and bend it back, so her toes are exposed. >"OH GOD NO PLEASE! NO PLEASE" >I just remember she kept saying that over and over while laughing >Go absolutely ham on her toes, wiggling my fingers between them, scratching the stems, tickling the parts right underneath them. >She's laughing and begging the whole time >My dick is rock hard while I'm doing this >Switch feet a few times while still focusing on her toes, the intensity never goes away, she's still laughing and begging the whole time >Go back to that spot I love between the heel and the arch. I scoot down so I'm sitting on her calves, and use both my hands to tickle that spot on both her feet. >Whole thing lasts about 3 minutes >All of a sudden, I just stop tickling her and go to the bathroom >Shit load of precum everywhere in my underwear

Waited for my girlfriend to enter her bedroom behind her door. She enters. I grab her ass from behind and pull her to me. She screams and as I reach upwards to get her armpits she drops her center of mass and then heaves slamming me into the wall. Broke the fuckin sheetrock.

>>78558 What was she like after? I imagine she could barely face you and was all shaky, like you just changed her world

I love that these are mostly cringe/retardation stories lmao. Much more entertaining than the totally happened 100000% shit that these threads usually are.

This one is from the True Tickling Stories sections of the TMF, fresh from last Sunday. Can't assure it's True tho, still pretty hot. From here: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/true-college-tickle-story-m-f-my-intro-story.449093/ No green text, it's too long for that lol. Screenshots for convenience, otherwise the link it's there, no account needed.

>>53599 There has to be more stories of this woman tickling! Have you seen her tickle torture anyone with your own eyes? I mean your friend was her daughter so she must have been tickled tortured just like you were. Also your friends "indulged" you? How do?

MIL, seems like she enjoys it By Jacktick From TMF in the True tickling stories section Honestly it’s as if you guys manifested it for me lol. Craziest most fun tickling scenario happened to me this morning, I’m going to describe it with my writing style so, buckle in: It was a lazy Tuesday morning, I got some work done and just finished breakfast. The house quiet and warm, sun filtering through the blinds. My wife was out grabbing stuff for dinner, leaving me alone in the place. I was headed upstairs to crash in the guest room when my MILs voice called out from her bedroom, door cracked open like usual. “Hey, you up there?” she said, tone casual, no edge to it. I peeked in—there she was, sprawled on her bed, legs stretched out, wearing just a thin tank top and those loud purple underwear, no bra, no pants. She looked up, fanning herself with a magazine. (It gets pretty hot on these Florida mornings) “My back’s killing me. You gave me that killer massage last time—any chance for a repeat?” “Sure,” I said, stepping in, figuring it’d be quick. She rolled onto her stomach, arms flopped out, totally relaxed. I started kneading her shoulders, working down her spine, and she sighed, “Oh, that’s it.” But then I hit a knot near her ribs, and she twitched, letting out a little giggle. “Careful, that tickles.” That’s when the switch flipped. I grinned, daring myself, and instead of easing up, I dug my fingers into her sides. She yelped, “Hey—no!” and flipped over, but I was already on it—grabbing her ankles, scribbling up her calves to her thighs. “Stop it—you ass!” she laughed, kicking, but I pinned her legs and went for the inner thighs, soft and sweaty. Her protests got louder—“Don’t you dare!”—but they cracked with giggles, her body squirming under me. I didn’t stop. Hands slid under her ass, tickling the warm curves, and she bucked, tank top riding up fast. No bra—her chest was bare, nipples stiff against the air—and I raked up to her belly button, swirling tight circles. “Oh God—nooo!” she wailed, thrashing, but I kept going, hitting her armpits next, fingers digging into the damp hollows. She was hysterical, screaming, “Stop—please!”—but it sounded thin, her laughter betraying her. Then I brushed her chest—accidental at first—and her nipples twitched, a sharper squeal cutting through. “No—no—no!” she gasped, but I tested it, flicking one, then the other. She went wild—back arching, legs flailing, laughter turning desperate. Ticklish nipples, just like my wife. It ran in the family, and holy hell, she was into it—protests melting into breathless laughs/moans, her flush spreading, nipples hardening under my fingers. I pushed it—armpits, inner thighs, ass, belly, back to those nipples—relentless, her body trembling, tank top bunched around her neck, underwear twisted. Finally, I let up, stepping back as she collapsed, panting hard, skin glistening. “You’re the worst,” she rasped, tugging her top down with shaky hands, glaring but flushed. “Get out—I mean it.” I smirked, turning to leave, but as I hit the doorway, I heard it—soft at first, then unmistakable. A low moan, a rustle of sheets, her breath hitching fast. She was pleasuring herself, right there, thinking I was gone. My pulse spiked, and I kept walking, grinning to myself. Next time? Oh, next time was gonna be the best—knowing she’d crave it, knowing what I could do.