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Roxie Rae’s Close Encounter

It was a Thursday evening in Florida.  Fetish star Roxie Rae was at home changing for a shoot she was scheduled for at 9pm.  The shoot planned had a school girl theme that Roxie Rae knows well.  Roxie Rae is a petite star standing only five foot tall with a size 5 petite shoe.  With her 5″ tall high heels pleaded skirt and black top, it was time to head out and get to this shoot already.  Twenty minutes to go she hopped in the car and hurried down the street.  The moon was s bright this evening she hardly needed headlights. What she did need however, was help with a flat tire.

Four minutes into her drive down a two lane back road Roxie Rae hit a nail in the road and forced to pull over.  She stood outside the car looking at the flat right front tire in disbelief. Ten minutes till nine and still so far to travel Roxie Rae was screwed.  She looked both ways on the road.  No cars coming in either direction.  She got on the phone.

“Hey it’s Rox. I’m stuck on the boulevard with a flat. I’m gonna a little late but I’m coming.” She hung up with the producer.

Pacing outside the car she waited on a call back from her friend who can help her.  The screen would time out and go black and she pressed it again to relight it staring at it hoping helplessly.  Every second felt like an hour. The light of moon suddenly dimmed.  The street became extremely dark. Roxie Rae walked back toward her car to get inside for her own safety when a bright platinum light came down over her.  Roxie Rae could not step any further trapped in the light. Confused and scared she looked up at the light beam.  It was blinding and captivating.  The light felt warm.

Suddenly was a feeling of weightlessness and hit phone slapped the pavement out of her grip.  Roxie Rae was no longer touching the ground. Her body was lifting in the light.  Roxie Rae was paralyzed in the light rising her from the ground.  She suddenly felt a mist moistening her face and everything went to black.  Roxie Rae was captured and sedated inside a UFO.  The platinum was no longer seen and craft vanished in the sky.  The moonlight shined down again now on an abandoned car and broken phone on the pavement only three feet in front of it.

A rush of fluid suddenly hit Roxie Rae’s face awakening her.  Very disoriented she opened her eyes and looked around.  The room was rather dim and her arms were aching.  She looked up to see her wrists were suspended high over her head.  She could make out that their were other in the room always suspended in the same way.  This must have been some sort of holding tank.  A faint harmonic tone sounded and the room begin to hum.  The room was turning.  Suddenly Roxie Rae felt herself rising up the wall she was against. Her body moved through a small channel where she was sprayed with a freezing cold mist.  She held her breath as the mist drenched her.  Her body was then raised into a new well lit room.

Several pale white beings stood in this room watching as she rose out of the floor.  One of the beings approached her and she opened her eyes.  Paralyzed in fear she looked straight him as looked back.  The being made a sound. And she responded quietly “Hello.”  The being responded with another noise. Two more beings approached and began inspecting her.  They touched her clothing curiously and pulled at it as they inspected her.  Roxie Rae was panting and her silent panic.  The beings looked over her closely moving several noises.  One being held up a small wand the size of a pen. A light shined from the device as it lined down her top cutting it from her carefully.  Her eyes widened in fear.  The wand was shined on her little skirt cutting it free from her waist.  Roxie Rae was too overcome to make a sound or even look down.

Her body lifted and white flat platform collected her laying her flat. A being standing near her feet pointed at her stilettos and made a noise.  The others responded and he pulled them.  They came right off with no struggle.  Roxie Rae wiggled her freed bare feet and once again the being made their strange noises to each other.  A thin cord came from under the table surface that one of the being grabbed onto.  He held it over Roxie as it began squirt a clear fluid on her body.  The fluid was squirted on her entire body and of course she squirmed on the sensation.  Roxie Rae could see herself on a screen on the other side of the room from an overhead view as well as several other angles.  A lavender colored light shined on her body.  Her body was showing on the screen in grades of color from blue to red. The beings observed the colors showing on the screen pointing at the different part of her body that were showing as red.  A thin white sheet was place on her body and vacuum sealed down tightly.  Her face was not covered by the sheet but a device was place on either side of her head.

The beings pointed at her feet making noises. One of them used a small tool and cut the wrap off her feet.  She could not see them doing this but could feel her feet free from the tight hold.  Each side of the device at her head glowed a dim red, it was warm.  The beings, now at her feet studied them. Measurements were taken of both feet and a bright perfect white light shined on them. She tried to stay calm knowing something was going to happen. The beings carefully wiped and dried each foot as two more beings approached with a suspicious device for each foot. Roxie Rae’s eyes widened as she felt an itching tingle on the sole of each foot.  Roxie Rae began to squeal!  The beings seemed to be enjoying this reaction.  Long scraping feelings tickled the curves of her arches.  The beings each had a curved instrument that dragged on her soles.

The instrument was sharply studded on the curved surface passing over her sensitive soles.  Her beautiful petite feet tried to wiggle free of the instruments but there was no luck escaping this tickling.  Her soft little soles stretched and wrinkled in the ticklish torment. The studs on the devices came to dull points similar to the ends on a comb. Roxie Rae could feel something pushing between her toes.  They were long studded cords between each toe.  Eight long cords began flossing between her toes in long back and forth sweeps.  Roxie howled loudly trying to pull herself free from the sheet restraint with absolutely no luck.  Her toes splayed and scrunched as the cords flossed back and forth at different angles. Something cold was dripping on her toes.  It was allowed the cords to slide through her toes faster and cooled the surface.  Roxie Rae was in hysterics!

The beings appeared to be very happy to see such reactions from Roxie Rae. They sounded back and forth to each other even more as the laughter continued. Roxie Rae’s arms were sealed above her head. Her muscles were too tired from trying to pull her self free with not a bit of hope. The beings sounded to each other and the tickling stopped.
A being approached Roxie Rae at her side. She looked up at it. It’s deep dark evil eyes looked back at her and then down her body. One of them pointed at the screen, it motioned to the one standing at Roxie Rae. It lifted the small tool from earlier and began to cut the thin layer of film covering her stomach area. Roxie Rae began panting as her slender stomach became revealed. The light at her feet moved up to the new exposed area. More beings approached. She could see them wiping down her stomach now. She knew what was going to happen again.

Carefully her stomach was measured. The belly button was measured. The lengths of each rib. Vertical length. Ribcage width. A clear gel was dispensed and spread over the entire abdominal area. One of the beings raised a hand-held instrument which glowed red on the end of it. This heat gun was held over Roxie Rae’s panting stomach and moved around slowly. She could feel this heat soaking into her skin. The heat gun was taken away. It was time.

A being stood on either side on her stomach. Roxie Rae looked them in their mercy when she felt a force pushing on the center of her back. This force was arching her back making the ribs protrude outward. The red lights on either side of her head lit up and she was suddenly feeling the tickles again. The pair of beings began raking her ribs. Their hands were oddly shaped with hook like fingers. Each fingertip came to a small point.

Roxie Rae exploded in laughter trying to fight her restraints. The being kept to their task raking lines on her ribs. They dragged their fingers in line with her ribs and then changed it up going across bumps of her ribs. Gradually their fingers moved down clawing at her soft stomach. Roxie Rae was dizzy with hysterical laughter as the being dug into the hollow of her stomach. There was not much she could do to stop this torture. Sometimes the finger would claw lower near belly button. Sometimes they would move higher catching the edges of her ribcage. Roxie Rae panted and screamed enduring this tickle torture. A finger was placed by a being her belly button wiggling circles in it. They watched her bursting in uncontrollable heaving laughter.

The being placed themselves in a way where one hand itched and scratched her belly as the other hands raked up her soles. Roxie Rae screamed her mercy as the tickling insanity consumed her. She was losing her mind. Their slender claw playfully itched on her arches. The other claws wiggled hard on her ribs. The sensations were too much. Roxie Rae was losing herself into the beginning of a building orgasm. Her laughter turned to moans but the being would not let up driving her toward a powerful consuming orgasm. She could feel herself swelling and throbbing, her juices flowing as the orgasm captured her.

Covered in sweat and soaked in her own juices Roxie Rae went limp. The beings were satisfied with their certain intentions. Looking at each other making those indiscernible noises, the spot light shut off. Roxie Rae’s face was cover with a moist clothe and her world went dark…

Roxie Rae woke in her car dressed just as she was before the abduction. Disoriented she came to. She looked around and found her phone was several missed calls. It was 10:10pm. She went outside to check the car and the tire was fine. This left her very confused. Did she dream this? Did that really happen? Most importantly, should she tell anybody. For now, it’s staying her secret…

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On twitter at @Roxie_Rae

Addie Juniper’s ticklish haunting.

The car pulls up in front on the abandoned mental institution. There is a momentary pause before the car doors open and crew steps out. Standing before the creepy overgrown Institute is one of Georgia’s finest paranormal investigation crews.  Joining the crew for this haunted session; Addie Juniper.  Addie through a friend of a friend was given the opportunity to join the “Spirit Night” paranormal crew for a visit to a place both well known for its haunted tales as well as her own personal interest for it.  “Spirit Night” is two men in there 30’s named Jay and Tom as well as their female counterpart Jade.  After gathering equipment Addie, and Spirit Night made their way inside thanks to a bolt cutter.

The crew dressed in all white.  They believe it helps to see each other in the darkness and decipher them on film.  Addie managed to whip up a white cotton tee, jeans and white tennis shoes. If you don’t know, Addie stands 5’6 with a 7 and a half shoe size.  She has a perfect 10 hourglass figure to complete the look. So attractive even the past souls of the Hillbury Institution of Mental Health may feel tempted.

The evening hours begin to creep upon the crew as the sun disappears. It’s almost “spirit time” and the equipment is about ready. Addie was asked to placed the motion detector in various planned sectors on the building. The building is getting darker and quieter. Flashlights and battery powered lanterns are the only source of light now. Addie was instructed to always keep her digital recorder on incase something happens, there may be electronic voice phenomenons recorded. While walking down to the infirmary Addie heard steps. She stopped and stayed quiet.

“Hello?” Addie nervously mumbled.

There was silence.

“We are friends.” She said a little louder.

After a little more silence a tapping sound came from down the hall.

Addie placed down the motion detector and hurried back to the central lobby. Jade was in the lobby getting headquarters setup. Addie was beginning to feel the fear so many have spoke of.

“Jade thank god you are here.  We may have to check the tape.” Addie was catching her breath.

“Found a friend already huh?” Jade giggled.

“Something was communicating with me.” Addie explained.

The recorder was loaded up on the computer and the sat down to dissect it. On the computer screen the sound waves were shown on the program. They played the last few minutes of the recording. EVP’s were intact found. The sound waves clearly showed the sonic spikes that were not Addie’s voice.

“Hello?” The recording of Addie played.

“————-aaaaaaa–deeeeeeee——” The audio played.  Addie was chilled.

“We are friends.” Addie’s voice played.

“——-tiiiiiiii—-kelllllllll——-” The audio whispered and was followed with the tapping sound.

Jade and Addie looked at each other stunned. “Yea you definitely have a friend hunny.” Jade teased.

“That’s not even funny Jade!” Addie nudged her back.

“Well now we know which sector you will doing solo sessions in.” Jade answered back.

“You are gonna make me go back there alone?” Addie bit her lip.

“It’s like anything is going to happen to you. Maybe just more EVP’s”  Jade tried comfort her.

“Yea I guess you’re right. It’s just so weird!” Addie calmed herself.

“Im going to activate an Electromagnetic Field Generator down there for you to help the activity.” Jade added.

Later on somewhere after 1am, Addie was given her digital recorder, an EMF detector, and a walkie talkie. Flashlight in hand Addie slowly walked down the long hallway again. She flashlighted into some of the rooms scared she might see something jump out at her. It was quiet, very very quiet. It was at the point she wondered why she signed up for this. Addie was skeptical about a real ghost hunt bout now it seems she found herself in her own fear of “what if?” The door was approaching where was earlier. The light of the flashlight shined up at “ZONE 3 INFIRMARY”. The light shined in the room.  It looked to be a dated old exam room.  Brown leather padded bed in the center of the exam right.  Counters border the walls with cabinets to match.  A large overhead light centers over the bed table. The walkie talkie beeps.

“Did you make it?” A voice says.

“Yes now what?” Addie whispers.

“Go in the room silly.” The voice says back.

“Ok ok.” Addie whimpered.

Addie steps in the room and closes the room. It is very silent and stuffy inside the room. She flashlight around more in this creepy room. The smell is musky and dank like an attic. The walkie talkie beeps again. “–Bed.–”  She says ok back into it and sits on the bed.  It takes a moment to muster up the courage but she finally swivels and lays down on the bed flat. Addie laid there for almost a half hour. Occasionally she would check her EMF detector and her watch. Finally the needle moved slightly on the detector. The sounds of footsteps outside the door clap on the floor and she holds tight in bravery. Her breathing picked.  Her light caught her shoe.  The shoe lace on her right shoe was moving. Feeling paralyzed with fear she could take her eye off it. The lace was sliding and pulling until the shoelace knot came loose. Addie was almost not breathing at this point.  The laces just kept loosening. Poor Addie didn’t even notice right away the other shoe was coming loose as well! With the beam of light on her feet and back haze passed in front of her view.

In that mysterious haze both shoes lifted off her feet in one motion and flung toward the cabinets on the wall. Addie tried to pull herself up and she felt her body push back down on the table her arms over head. Stuck in a stretched position all Addie could think about was the EMF generator in the hall sparking up all this extra energy.  Her baggy white socks were obviously sliding up each foot but she could also feel cool air on her stomach.  Her shirt was rising up as well. Her walkie talkie beeped again. “-Addie tickle-“. Addie heard it again clearly. The same thing from the EVP coming through on the two way radio. Something was forcing her stay down and something was certainly baring very sensitive skin. The flashlight now lays on the floor out of her reach.

If she could reach her walkie talkie she would call for help but there was no moving either arm. Addie’s socks a slipped completely off now. The shirt had pulled up double layering over her breasts. A rush of cold air was swarming over her. It began to centralized over her stomach. The cold air began to format in more of what can be described as a straight line. The line of air began to make a stroking motion petting down her stomach. Addie was confused with feelings. The large light over Addie turned on suddenly blinding her after being in darkness for so many hours. Addie squinted at the light barely seeing the dark cloud over her stomach. The form of cold air began raking down her stomach faster. Like a knee jerk reaction Addie had to arch her back beginning to giggle.

The sensations were growing. Addie was coming apart at the hands of a paranormal entity. Her ribs were poking out and offering themselves for the taking. Fingery sensations were growing up the sides of her ribcage on each side. Her face scrunched holding in the laughter while these demonic fingers clawed her ribs. Addie had been tickled so many times on clips but had never felt something like this. It was as if the fingers were in her skin. The cold sensations felt sharp and left a very hot wake in their path. Trying to look down Addie could almost see black misty clawed hands raking over her ticklish ribs. The fingers moved faster as Addie’s laughter grew louder. Her body twisted and squirmed. With tears in her eyes her body writhed and shook at the cold claws.

The cold tickling feeling was the only relief from the hot burning sensation left behind. She could actually feel her rib bones chilling with the cold mist piercing her ticklish skin. The laughter rang out loudly in the room. The mist was now moving down her stomach collecting over her belly button. The feeling could described as several pin heads circling her belly button sometimes scraping the inside of it. The circle drew out widely around the little ticklish belly button and then collected into a smaller circle concentrating with it. Addie’s body bucked on the table. Her torso turned left and right fighting the circle of ticklish terror. The tickling circle dissipated and the mist drained down out of sight. The light shut off.

Addie Juniper panted collecting herself. Still panicked however because she still can’t move. In the darkness, she felt her legs lifting. Her eyes widened knowing what was coming next. Both feet hovering up off the table by about a yard. The over head light came on again shining at her small pretty feet. The walkie talkie beeped..

“—-aaaaaaa-deeeeeeee——-fffeeeeeeeeeeeeetttttt——-” The walkie talkie hissed.

“No don’t. Don’t do this! I’m sorry. I’ll leave now. I’ll get everyone and we will go.” Addie pleaded.

“——–tiiiiiiii–kkkeeellllll——–feeeeeeeeeetttt——-” The spooky sound hissed again.

Addie could feel her toes pulling back. Her soles stretching, the skin feeling tight on her arches. The dark cloud formed over her soles. This was happening and there was nothing Addie could do about it. Addie pulled and fought but it was too late. The sensation of pins began to scrape at her soles. Losing herself in laughter the misty was stroking broadly down her curvy stretched arches. There were faint sounds of laughter in the room and a voice that could clearly be heard to say the word “submit.” Poor Addie screamed for her life hoping one of the others would come in and save her. But no one was coming. Addie could feel rough awful fingers with jagged nails clearly raking her arches.

The voice said again. “Suuubbmmiittt..”

“Let me goooo!” Addie screamed out through her laughter and tears.

“Give up to us.” The voice resonated.

“Stooooooopppppppppp!!!!!” Addie howled with laughter.

The tickling would not cease. Addie’s feet were stretched forward as the cloud swarmed her little wiggling toes, consuming them. The tickling swarmed around her toes piercing into her skin in a way she had never experienced. Little Addie was laughing so hard she could not feel her own panties beginning to soak. There were a hundred tiny fingers itching under and between each toes. Each little finger itching at their own speed and style. Addie was unraveling with every second passing.  Her small delicious toes wiggled and curled trying to fight the army of tiny fingers.  Her breathing became heavier.

“Ok I submit to youuu! She spilled out in a fit of laughter.

“Release yourself to us.” The voice moaned.

“I doooooooo.” Addie aches out the words, as an orgasm filled her consciousness, soaking her pants. The cloud filled her toes with a warm feeling that relaxed Addie. Covered in sweat, she began to breathe with regularity. The light overhead shut off. It was quiet and her body was no longer restrained. Addie laid there for a while collecting her thoughts.

Addie got up and cautiously looked around grabbing her things and putting back on her shoes and socks. She opened the door and went to find the others. After meeting up with them, Addie told them the story. They didn’t hear a thing come from her room. When checking the digital recorder the was no proof. Nothing recorded. Addie felt embarrassed that they may not believe her.  Addie knew what happened to her in there. The following weekend a car pulled up in front of the institution. It was Addie alone stepping out of her car in a much sexier oufit. Apparently curiosity doesn’t kill the cat.  It comes back for more…  …Wearing flip flops.

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Dreamy Halloween

Jeanie debated with herself for a week on a Halloween costume.  So many costumes are otherwise simple ideas ‘sexed up’ but she wasn’t into that.  It felt like a cry for attention to whore it up out of turn like that, so it had to be something different.  One night it hit her while she was in her room watching television. “I’m gonna be Avril Lavigne.”  Jeanie thought to herself.  She hopped on her computer and fished around looking at various pictures of Avril.  In about 20 minutes she had the plan of action.  Jeanie was kind of a rocker chick already.  Crazy makeup and a variety of nail polish colors, Jeanie tried to avoid the designer clothes and stick to stylish comfy things like worn out jeans and skater shoes.  She never put herself out there as a sex figure so guys never really chased after her that way.  This night would be different.

It was the Saturday night before Halloween and there was a pretty decent party happening at a friend’s place.  Just before leaving her house, Jeanie took a good look at herself in the mirror.  Sporting a black top with a teal tutu, fishnets, legwarmers and patent leather heels… Jeanie was ready.  This particular night it was a bit chilly walking down the sidewalk in a tutu but at least the walk was only 10 or 15 minutes.  I’d be lying if I said she wasn’t a little bashful seeing people glare at her on the street.  I’d also be lying if I said she looked natural walking in high heels for maybe the first time ever.  None the less without a single trip or slip Jeanie made it to the party unharmed.

As Jeanie stepped in the door and proceeded down the hallway she could tell she was getting close to the party being that there was so many costumed figures collecting around the halls.  Jeanie passed by a Jedi talking to a Dead Clown, a group of Smurfs, a football player with bloody face makeup, a knight, a banana and a tall Yoda.  All them with Beers in hand.  Finally here’s the door.  The music, the people, the dancing the drinking, this party was movin’.

“You made it!”  A friend yelled to her.  Jeanie looked to her right to see a Peter Pan looking a girl.

“Hey Deb!”  She greeted the female Peter Pan.

“You’re like a crackhead tinkerbell!” Deb said  laughing to her.

“I’m actually Avril Lavigne.”  Jeanie corrected her.

“Oh ok, well let’s get you a beer.” Deb walked with her.

And the drinking began!  Jeanie drank and danced and mingled but… What Jeanie did not know or realize was the boy the who had been eyeing her up for most of the time.  Steve from afar had been taking a liking to her.  He was talking with his friends but several times dropped the ball being distracted by this smokey eyed beauty.   As he looked on, he realized that this beauty was actually Jeanie.  Steve had no idea at first but he was captivated.  Steve broke off from his buddies and made his way through the party.

“Come let’s dance.”  Jeanie looked up to see Steve standing next to her.

“Holy shit Steve hey!” Jeanie wrapped her arms around him.

“You look amazing J.”  Steve said in her ear.  Jeanie smiled at him and they begin to dance.

The beers were flowin and the music was blarin.  Steve and Jeanie were dancing fools… Until.  The police showed up to break up the party.  It was bound to happen since most apartment buildings have sound codes and party noise rules.  This party was frankly over, and just a tick past midnight too.  The people were filing out and on to other parties I’m sure.  Jeanie stuck around as the people left until it was nothing but a few people.

“Are you coming Jeanie.” Deb looked to Jeanie eyeballing the door.

“No I’m ok, I’m gonna stay and help Steve clean up.”  She looked to Steve smiling.

“Ok, call me slut.” Deb teased.

“Ok, go find Captain Hook whore.”  Jeanie kidded back.

Deb left and soon Jeanie was there with Steve.  She was still pretty nicely buzzin from all the beer but still trying to help clean up as best she could.  There were dozens and dozens of abandoned beer cans and plastic cups left on every single surface in his apartment.  There were a few spills that dried up on the floor.  Cigarette butts in the toilet and in the shower.  The only upside was the lock on the bedroom.  Steve was not letting anyone in there.  Right now however during the cleanup Steve was constantly sneakin peaks left and right and his confidence was growing!  Steve was definitely a leg man.  He had no idea what Jeanie was hiding all the while.  Finally the cleaning was under control.

“Sit Jeanie sit. You’ve done so much.”  Steve assisted her to the couch.

“Hehe I think we did it.”  She smiled plopping down on the couch.

“Do you wear heels ever?”  Steve asked shyly.

“Barely, they are killin me!”  She whimpered.  There was a brief silence.

“..Lemme see em.”  Steve stammered and scooped her legs over his arm.  Her eyes lit up a little surprised.

“What’s this? What are you doing?”  She watched him intently.  Steve then lifted one foot and loosened her shoe off her heel.

“I’m gonna help you out.” Steve said with better confidence.  He plucked off the heel and began workin on the next one.

“Oh you don’t have to do that.  I’m too ticklish.  I’ll just be kickin you!”  She pleaded and wiggling her feet.

“I’m sure Avril Lavigne is ticklish too!  I’ll take my chances.  You deserve this.”  He got that other pesky shoe off and began rubbing his hands around her little fishnetted feet.

She could only smile and close her eyes.  As much as she wanted to resist, it just felt too good.  Steve began deeply massaging her arches and she was now not only smiling but purring.  Steve massaged each toe on each foot.  It wouldn’t be too long before Jeanie has completely falling asleep.  After a few moments Steve softly slipped out from under her feet to get up and go in his bedroom.  He opened the top drawer and grabbed the handcuff rope setup.  After returning to the living room, he began the setup. Tying a rope to the leg of the couch and connecting it to the cuffs.  and the same for the other cuffs.  He softly and slowly slipped the fuzzy cuffs around her ankles and quietly ‘clicked’ them to tightness.  He did the same for the wrist cuffs to catch each wrist very very slowly and clicking them to there proper tightness.  Steve knelt down next to her and tried to pull her top up.  It was difficult and somewhat moving.  Finally it snapped loose from whatever was catching it and the top flew up.  The sudden motion woke her.

“What? What is happening. Why am I” Steve cut her off shushing her.

“Just relax and enjoy.” He finalized how her top was shifting her a little.

“Enjoy what.” She looked around.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” Steve began to drag his fingers up her tight abs.  His fingers went up over her ribs and then down her sides.  This made her ribs protrude in the air showing every contour. His fingers began to play and dance around these ribs.  Her body squirmed and she squealed with laughter.  He placed his hands on each of her sides and used his thumbs on her abs around her belly button.

“You are so skinny.”  Steve teased itching his thumbs around her abs seeing them flex and fight the tickles.  She wiggled and jerked and yanked at her restraints with no luck.  Steve even laughed and went back to doing the itchies on her ribs  one by one.  Teasing every rib in a slow playful torture.  Steve had been dreaming of this for as long as he knew her.  She’s never been one to show off skin so this was all new.  Steve utterly lost his mind and control here he was so overtaken.  His hands went wild with tickles, spidering his finger all over her poor defenseless stomach and ribs.  Jeanie could only laugh and yelp tugging with no result but further tickles.

Steve’s fingers flew up into the hollows of her bare armpits.  Her eyes were wide and her laughed howled from her mouth.  He itched and poked at the now moist and warm little armpits his fingers had found.  He dragged single finger in circles around both pits teasing them and flirting with them.  Jeanie was losing her mind right in front of him.  His right hand slipped down to trying her thighs giving them easy pinches. Both legs cutely wiggled up and down defending themselves.  Steve became hypnotized squeezing at them more and more.  It’s possible fishnets were helping with the tickling!  Poor Jeanie was in tears laughing so hard but Steve couldn’t help himself.  He reached around tickling her hamstrings as well.  Jeanie was terribly ticklish around her thighs all around.

Steve moved his position slightly more toward the foot of the couch.  He picked up one of her heels from the floor plunging his nose in it.  He took a deep inhale tossed back to the ground. Looking around the room for a moment he then leaned down and stuck his nose under her toes and whiffed.  The saltiness of these little sweaty feet, Steve couldn’t resist having a taste off the tip of her toes.  He reach his fingers under her soles and simply twiddled his fingers under her arches lightly and watched for her twitchy little reaction.  His fingertips scuffed across the edges of the netting of the stockings, sometimes feeling a nice sample of skin.  Using two fingers, one for each foot, he stuck them in the holidays of the netting to tease some bare skin of her soles inside the stocking. She screamed and pulled and fought and laughed.  Little feet wiggling and twitched trying to dodge the tickles.

Steve grabbed on the bottom of one stocking foot pulling the fishnet until it split tearing wide open.  He pulled the stocking away and uncovered her foot completely.  He grabbed the other foot’s stocking freeing it the same way.  Baring them both now openly vulnerable.  Now these feet were truly ready for his fingers to scribble up and down on.  Her soles were so soft and small with sexy high arches.  Her toes were short and slender and the nails were painted dark blue.  Not being able to resist again Steve stroked his fingertips up and down her soles while leaning into in to suck her big toe.  With a toes-filled mouth he could hear her in hysterics of  the tickle torment.  He teased her toes with the edges of his teeth, rubbing them across the bottom pads on her toes.  Her feet were wildly ticklish and completely at his disposal.  As for Steve his foot fetish ran as deep as his tickle fetish.  Jeanie didn’t know when the tickling would end until the room began to spin and became very dark.  She began to look around the room confused.  Jeanie looked down to see that she was not tied up and Steve was asleep on the couch with her feet in his lap.  She had dreamed the entire thing.  In all honesty, Jeanie was the one with the tickling fetish, not Steve.  She reached down in her purse and pulled out her pink fuzzy cuffs and poked Steve’s face with her toe awaking him.  Maybe he’d play.  A girl can dream can’t she.

Tell Me A Secret

It’s amazing what a legitimate mistake can do.  Seriously it’s like slipping in shit and landing in Gold.  I was talking to my friend Stephanie one night online.  We’ve been friends for years but this particular night things were going to get a little different.

I guess before I go any further you want to hear more about her and decide if you wanna keep reading.  This took in 07 so that would make her 24 turning 25.  She’s a brunette with hazel eyes.  A very nice combo I think.  She’s English Italian mix standing 5’4.  Rather in shape, small waist, decent breasts, a butt, shapely legs and great feet size 6.5.  I shapely legs and trust they have always been amazing .  It was first thing I noticed about her way back.  We dated in high school but that was a short lived thing much to my disappointment.  That’s a whole other story and I don’t wanna depress you.

So this night I’m writing about I made a terrible goof.  We were chatting on AIM and I went to send a link to her but I messed the clipboard with a different browser and sent her a tickling picture.  As I saw this photo pop up on our chat window my heart stopped.  I realized I had just done this and could have died right there.

Time passed, maybe 10 or 15 seconds.

Then suddenly “LOL” all in caps.

Followed quickly with “What is that??? haha”

I panicked and then figured play this off and quick.

“Funny right? lol”  I typed and my fricken fingers were shaking.

“That is insane! Where’d you get that?” I still couldn’t get a read on her.

“On the web. You never saw these ever?  I was now going to sell this at her it was my only defense.

“I have NEVER! wow. She’s getting tickled!” She typed and I think I’m gonna be ok.

I sent another picture and I made it was of the same fun not creepy nature.  She again sent a big lol and said she would die in that position.  At this point I was realizing this wasn’t going to be my demise!  I wouldn’t have to move and change my identity!

“You think you’re that ticklish?” I typed.

“I got my mom’s ticklish genes so YES.  I’m deathly ticklish.” She sent back to me.

“Remind me the next time I’m over there!” I figured flirt hehe.

“What to tickle me?” She replied.

“No to tickle your mom!”  I know. I know. lol

“LOL YOUR DORK!” She textually yelled back at me.

So I went for the silly joke here I know but learn something here all you Ler’s that need advice.  What I did there was lay some foundation for my next encounter with her.  I just gave my self a sort of “in” should I get to a position for some fun.

So let’s skip ahead now to the following saturday when I was over at her place.  We in her living room hanging out and I had tickling on my mind.  I was plotting. And I was probly thinking so hard that she could see me thinking. Steph wasn’t wearing anything too crazy, just a tshirt, jeans and sneakers.  Finally I thought to myself fuck it.  I simply reached over gave a little finger itch on her side. She giggled a bit.

“Oh maybe you aren’t kidding.” I teased her.

“Haha No I certainly am not!”  She squirmed.

“All we need is a camera man And we can make our own silly pictures.” I joked.

“Haha you’re the only person I’ve let tickle me really.” She was so flirting right?

“Are we gonna keep this between us?”  She is more than flirting.

“Keep what?” I can play too.

“You tickling me.”  She’s in!

“Ok, I didn’t know I was though.”  Teehee!

She took my hand and led me up off the couch.  My heart was racing but in a fun way. Stephanie laid on the floor and rolled her shirt up a bit. I was surprised sure but I wasn’t thrown off. I climbed on top of her thighs and took her hands and placed them over her head.  She stayed put.  I began dragging my fingers and each side of her ribcage in slow circles.  Stephanie only smiled.

I curled my fingers a little more and made the circles faster and more random and the giggles began.  From there I was on a good drive spidering my fingertips around the hollow of her abs.  The skin of her stomach felt amazing.  So soft with those little tiny girl hairs.  It flexed and flinched with the flicks of my fingers.  Nice alliteration right? Anyway, I began picking at the edges of her ribs. Stephanie squeaked and yelp with every little grab.

I’ve never been a rough tickler. I good like tickling and leaving a girls stomach looking all red and scratched up.  Maybe it’s just me but I think lighter is better.  I did the around the world across her ribs.  Left to right and back and forth, teasing her belly button with my other hand.  Her belly button is cute, small and somewhat tight.  I loved that with her arms stretch over her head, her rib contours became noticeable and her belly button stretch more oval vertical shaped.  She was giggling squirming mess under my fingertips.  I even got down below her bellybutton on the soft curvy skin.  She wasn’t of perfect shape and I loved that.  I was begging me stop.

“Air, need air!”  I was nice and let off for a minute.

“Had enough?” I asked her.

“Try my feet now.” She said like a giggling little girl. So cute.

“If you want.” I unmounted her.

Steph looked around the room and then finally got and sat on the couch.  She told me to lay on the floor by her feet.  What was I gonna not do that?!  I did my part and got down on the floor right where I needed to be.  She had her legs out stretched straight.  Then she lowered them down resting them on my chest.  I could see her feet wiggling inside her sneakers.  I pulled at those laces like I was pulling a bow off the top of a present.  I lifted and help each foot out of their sneakers.

“Socks off?” I was being polite.

“What do you rather?”  She wiggled her toes inside her socks and yea I stared.

“I say off.  It’s better.” No harm in that.

“Oh you have history in this?” She taunted.

“A little bit yea.”  Why not say that? Hah.

I peeled her socks off like two bananas.  I couldn’t wait. I grabbed her ankles with my left hand where my pointer finger was between and my thumb and middle finger clasped the outside of both ankles.  I couldn’t believe I was finally going to do this after all time. I stroked my right hand fingers up both her soles and then back down.  Her feet lifted and her toes stretched.  I stroked back up and then grazed over the bottoms of her toes.  Steph giggled as she looked down on me.  I worked around her delicious looking arches with my nails (despite they are short).  Her feet wiggled and alternated going up and down in the grasp of my left hand.  I teased around her meaty heels.

I don’t know if she gets pedicures but there was no sign of wear on these babies.  I checked around the edges pinching up and down both feet.  She wasn’t dying laughing and but definitely feeling the effect of my tickling fun under her feet.  I was figuring at the point she must be enjoying it because she’s not yanking away.  I put my wrist on her heels and itched under her toes.  Stephanie was champion among lees and I was proud (and really turned on).

“If I tell you a secret will you tell me one?” Steph looked down asking.

“Sure, what do you got.” I was still lightly stroking.

“You look really cute down there tickling me.” She said looking like an angel.

“Well thank you, and I like being down here too.  I love tickling you.”  I managed to say.

“I think you have a little fetish.” She said in a sexy voice.  Or at least it sounded sexy for her putting  the word fetish in there.

“Yea I do. As you can clearly tell.”  I blushed.

“I have one little secret to add though.”  She said quieter.

“I’m listening.”  Holy hell say it!

“I’m not ticklish.”  She said losing her laughter just smiling.

It was like the boat just lost its motor.  I continued tickling and yea she wasn’t kidding. Yes I felt embarrassed at this point.  I didn’t know what was coming.  I got nervous.  I got worried.  The seconds it her to speak again felt like hours in my head.

“Though I’m not ticklish.  I still love how it feels.” She said that dragging her big toe across my lips and I kissed it.

“So don’t get up, your telling me.”  I was shocked.

“Not until your done.”  I would responded back but there were toes in my mouth.

One hour and one FJ later I got up and returned the favor.

Train Station Situation

In the early part of 2008 my very good friend got involved with a stripper. We were at the club and we got talking to her. She lived fairly close to the town we lived in. The two of them were hitting it off amazingly and I couldn’t tell if she was just playin the game. But at the end of the night they exchanged phone numbers and I knew it was for real.

They began seeing each other exclusively. For a stripper, she is a very very normal girl. Several times we all went out to dinner. She liked us cause we didn’t treat her like a stripper, like an object. One friday evening, I picked her up so we could drive to the train station to pick him up.

Normally I’d give her an alias but being she has a stage name, I’ll just use her name which is Erin. She’s a short little thing only 5foot tall. Cute girl, cute body. She reminds a little bit of Addie Juniper. When she’s not in her stripper gear, you would never think she was one. So I picked her up and off we went. We got to the train station and I checked the boards. Everything read as “On or Near Schedule.” I got back in the car and we had no choice but to be patient.

“So you guys gonna swing by my work again soon?”  She asked as a surface chat.

“Eh, probly at some point.”  I wasn’t gonna commit to a date.

“Do you have a favorite there?”  She was curious.

“Favorite girl? Jeez I don’t know maybe Cassandra.”  I spent money on her the most.

“Wow really?! She’s so flat chested though.”  Erin laughed.

“Eh, yea I’d say so.”  I replied.

“You a butt guy?”  She asked.

“Nah, more like a leg and foot guy.”
Normally I wouldn’t cough that out but I know she’s heard it all before.

“Oh wow, yea we get them occasionally. That’s cool. You like mine?”
It was really like nothing to her.

“From what I saw at the club sure.”  What was I gonna say, no?

“Well here, get a look.”  She was toe heeling off her sneakers.

I was trying to tell her she didn’t have to but she was going with it. I didn’t resist too much. She thumbed off both socks and threw her feet in my lap. Ok yea I admit they were sexy feet. I remarked on them and she told me a story of another guy who like em that came in the club. Finally she said-

“You know you can touch em, we’re not in the club, no bouncers here.”
Which was a tempting enough statement with toes wiggling.

“Well I didn’t wanna assume since your dating my bestfriend.”
Fair right?

“Oh please we aren’t fucking, its just my feet. Touch em its ok.”
I guess when your a stripper, you are callused to men’s gropie-ness.

I laid my hands on them. Back of my mind was watching for a train pullin in. But I went on and began groping around her feet. Not massaging, not tickling, just touching. Erin has size 5 feet. Lovely little arches that creep up her instep. So I had to check- I itched a finger on her closer arch. Her little foot twitched and she squeaked. I laughed and itched a little again.

“Easy tickle fetish!”  She laughed.

“How’d you guess?”  I admitted to it.

“You foot guys are all alike. If you wanna tickle me, we’ll figure out some payback.”
She wasn’t phased.

“Sounds fine to me.”  Animal instinct really takes hold.


With that my right hand locked down over her ankles. My left hand went to work right away on her two bare soles. I scribble my finger tips up her soles and into the hollow of her arches. Her feet twitched and wiggled. She laughed so hard thrashing her head back and forth but never actually fought me. I picked her toes sparodically and stuck my fingers between them. Then itching down her soles.

Fingernails dancing on those yummy arches. Erin squealed and laughed so hard. She cursed at me alot but I didn’t care. She offered and I accepted. I wiggled my middle and pointer finger on the balls of her feet and then slide them down and then swiftly back up. And then back down and itched my way back up. Erin was suffering from hair in face laughing hysteric syndrome. It’s common among girls with itchy soles. “You owe me big time.” She managed to snake out through laughters. “I know, I know. But it’s cool.” We both saw the train coming. So she threw her shoes on quick and brushed her hair. By the time he got to the car she had caught her breath completed.

Later on that night after dropping them off and finally returning home. I went to grab a bottle that was empty on the floor when I saw something. Erin had left her socks on my car sort of under my seat. I picked em up and unraveled them from their little balled up knots. I took an inhale. It smelled like her and now I had to find a way to get them back to her…

Happy Birthday!

If you are reading this and you didnt read “Got My Chance,” then hit the back button and go find it first. Come back when your caught up.

Now if you stayed around, let’s continue. I thought about what experience is a good one to tell about cause like you I as well hate when you click a story link and the story is about 3 sentences long. I want to at least tell you something worth reading.

So, this experience took place in February of this past year. You know where this is going by the thread title. It was three days before my birthday and I was off from work that week. It was a snowy time of the year to be off but that’s fine cause I have polar bear blood. I was watching some hockey when my phone lit up with a text. At the commercial break I checked it, and it was Mandy! This is was a big thing cause I hadn’t heard from her in weeks and I wasn’t sure what was up. We go back and forth texting, “Hey how are you?” and all that catching up conversation.

Finally it comes to-

“What are you doing for you birthday.”
Now I had some this and that type of plans but nothing I couldn’t rearrange. I text back.

“Why you have a plan for me?” One minute later she writes-

“Well if your free, I’m available.”

Now let me do a little background thing here. It had been quite a while since I got to have some fun with her so I wasn’t sure if that stuff was even still on the table as an option. But hey I’m a guy and somewhat shameless so I gave it a stab.

Thumbs blazin-

“Do I get a birthday present?”  Minutes pass.

“What do you want? ”  Smiley face was a good sign.

“You know what I want. lol”

Gotta throw the lol on there as a back up plan for a joke incase this goes poorly. You can always joke it off as something different if need be. And believe me more than a few times I’ve had to back myself out of that hole over the years.

My phone buzzed.

“Which is..” Damn she’s gonna pull this out of me.

“I wanna make you laugh.” Pressed send.
3 minutes passed. They were long minutes too.

“Ok I can swing that. When?” Thank god she wrote back.

“I’m off the rest of the week so you tell me.”

“Friday I’ll be home at 1. So come over at 2.” She wrote back.

“Cool. You rock.”

“Ttys bday boy.” And the deal was set.

So I skip now to friday at 2:10, I’m at her door. She lets me in and we hugged and chatted and all that happy bff type crap. She was sporting fuzzy thick black socks and jeans with a sweater top. Her hair was down and she looked gorgeous. I guess an hour passed with us just hangin out in the living room catching up and I was getting edgy. I had spent the time talking and peeking at her sock feet wiggling and shifting. I didn’t know how to just start it bluntly and I wasn’t if she was gonna start it for me. Finally I had to do something. Fairly obviously I began HUMMING the happy birthday song.

She caught right on to my hint laughing.

“Is it that time?” She giggled.

“I hope so, I am after all the birthday boy.” I had to play this angle.

“Ok let’s go up stairs then.” Mandy was already standing. I got up too.

We made our way up to her room.
“So how do you wanna do this.” She looked around.
“I guess you lay down.” I was actually a bit nervous but I was cool and damn ready to do this. Since our first experience I tickled her lots of times but this time felt different. She sat down on the bed and began to toe off her own socks but I stopped her.
“Don’t worry about that. I got it.” I lifted her ankles to get her up on the bed. I grabbed her desk chair and put it at her feet. I sat down and thought to myself ‘here we go.’ I lifted her socked feet and brought them closer.

I put my face into her soles and moved my nose around. I heard her lightly giggle. I loved moving my face and around her arches and feeling her toes wiggling around on my forehead. While I was doing this my finger was finding its way into the top of her left sock. I slid my face up and nipped on the tip of her sock to help slide it off. Always my favorite part, the unveiling. Perfect little foot and actually no nail polish, just clean bare toes. I rubbed my thumb on the pad of her big toe. I petted her bare foot for a moment and then looked to get that sock off the other.

This is a fun move. TRY IT: I pinched the clothe tip of her sock at the toe and lifted her foot juuuuust enough. I then scribbled my fingers all over her arch until her resistant wiggled the sock right off her foot. It’s not a massive move but a fun different way to get that pesky sock off.With these wonderful barefeet before me now I tugged them a little closer.

I asked her “How do you want me to hold you.”

She joked- “With chains!”

I asked  “Do you have handcuffs?”

“Noooo.” She booed out.

I took off my belt and she struggled a little. “Hold on, its not that bad, don’t worry. That looked harsh.” And relaxed a bit. I slipped my belt around her ankle like a slip knot through the buckle. I put her two socks around her ankles and made the belt slightly snug. Enough the I could now hold the belt end, and have both feet right there.

“Now relax cause if you tug the belt with tighten more. So don’t bug out.” I laughed.

“Ok ok, I’m ok.” She squirmed.

I held the belt locked ankles up and used my other hand sliding my fingers slowly up her soles. I got to the top of her arch and circled them back down. Through fits of laughter she said. “Never would have bet I’d be doing this today.” “And I love you for it.” I added in. I began itching up the center of the two arches. I was prying between the two as they wiggled and twitched. She laughed with no embarrassment.

Mandy wasn’t a loud hardy laugher but she does have nice proud sort of laugh. I don’t know if that makes sense but I noticed some girls have a rather shy laugh. For a few minutes I concentrated purely on her toes. Poking at them and lightly pinching at them. I dug between them. At some point in there I switched hands to try out my other hungry hand. Working her arches just as much. Spidering my fingertips allover her smushed arches. She pulled and pulled at her makeshift restraint with no result. I continued my ticklish assault on her beautiful soles. After 20 minutes I gave her a rest. She was clearly tired and sweating.

Mandy wasn’t mad at me for going a little too crazy on her but she was trying to tap out. She kept saying happy birthday sarcastically and I told her this was the best present I ever had in my life. I felt bad so I gave her an option.

“Well we still have a half hour to go in this awesome present sooo… If your tapping out, you can either [A] let me try your stomach for the last half hour, or [B] move on from tickling with your feet.” She called out for choice B immediately. So as a good boy I ceased my tickle attack for the afternoon and began indulging my foot fetish with her. Either option was a victory for me, and my foot loving let her come down to earth as well. Arches taste so yummy after a nice fingertip workout!

Got My Chance

I will start from the beginning which was 9 years ago when Mandy and I first met at the end of high school. Over time we became pretty close friends. We talked alot at night on the instant messenger (back when that was cool). I told her of my foot and tickle fetish over the messenger cause I had way more balls when I typed it instead of speaking it. She reacted the way alot of girls react, kinda laughing it a little and declaring her own ticklishness and phobia to it. Alot of girls do that. “Oh my god, I’m too damn ticklish!” yada yada

So yea, ya wanna hear about her I’m sure. We all look for the stats of a lee when reading. Mandy stands 5’7″. She’s 26. With that touch of Italian genes she has that naturally tan skin. Long light brown hair and hazel eyes. Her breasts are not the biggest (maybe a B, I’m not sure). To me, she was more known for her Kardashian type of ass and fantastic legs. Thick shapely thighs and calves with incredible feet. They are a size 8 with medium length toes and tremendously high arches. Theres a little freckle on her right arch that I love. Some guys dont like it but she wears glasses and I LOVE that personally.

So ok, moving along now. Mandy and I always went out on weekends when she was single. I know anyone reading this is thinking why didnt I ask her out. I tried the “feelings game” with her way back and it didnt go well so I left it alone and kept her as a friend.

Around this time of year three years ago. We made our plan to go out and have dinner and drinks. It was nothing unusual. This particular was pretty special I’d later experience. We finished up at the restaurant we were at, paid and left. I was driving of course. We had a place we drove to, to park and chat and smoke cigarettes. Been there a thousand times. What happened in this parking spot I never saw coming!

Maybe a half hour into being there Mandy changed her position slightly in the passenger seat. She slipped one of her black leather heels off and put it kind of on my armrest area. My heart skipped a beatt. And she looked at me just then.

“Do you absolutely PROMISE to be nice?” She asked me with a nervous look.

“Of course, how long have you known me?” I was feeling outside my own body.

“I think you in some way kind of deserve this.” She blushed.

I still to this day remember feeling almost numb when she did this. I was trying to collect myself and keep a cool face as I accepted my gift. I took her ankle and brought it to my lap. With my right hand I got a nice hold on her shinn. My left hand crept up on the sole side of her lovely ticklish foot. When my fingertips made the first contact with the sole of her foot. She let out the cutest yelp and her foot jerked at the ankle. I hadnt even tickled yet! I didn’t want to scare her so I didn’t launch an attack yet.

“Holy shit.” Mandy laughed.

“Tickles?” I teased

“A little bit yes.” She managed.

Watching her face I slowly began making circles with my fingertips around the arch of her foot. She held eye contact and I could see the squirming resistance in her eyes. I love that! I went from circles to a more up and down motion. I could feel her foot twitching and weaving over my fingertips. Mandy was holding off the laughter as best she could, but you know how that gets turned into little puffs of air and tiny sounds and squeals. Those are just as fun if you ask me. I ran a single finger underneath her toes back and forth and her hand squeezed my bicep and her face was turning red.

I began swirling that same finger around and down the sole over her arch and then she lost it. The laughing dam was broken and out it came. My attack became more intent. I scribbled up the arch with a few fingers. Her cute little foot danced and twitched and fought with me but I give her credit, she never yanked it away. She laughed so hard her glasses were sliding off her face.

I tickled her fun little foot for only about 15 minutes which I know is ENOUGH to all you torture freaks out there but for me it was years in the waiting and fan-frickin-tastic. Here’s the best part for me. After that she said “Ok, now the other one.”

I felt blessed.