I just shared this on G and thought you guys might enjoy it as well:

I wanted to share with you some of the tickling stories I’ve had the pleasure to live through. Figured it would be a good way to introduce myself to the community!

As I mentioned in my intro, I'm married. My wife, Brii, is bi and we’re in an open marriage. Occasionally we’ll find a girl who will entertain my fetish (and both of our love for being dominant together). One of them was an old high school friend. We’ll call her Carla for this story.

Carla is a year older than my wife and five years younger than me. She’s short, average build, and very pretty. She’s Ukranian, has very pale skin, pretty blue eyes and shortish, styled black hair. So when we started, we brought her into the bedroom. Brii and I have some of those under-the-mattress straps with ankle and wrist cuffs. We got her all strapped in. Shoes and socks off,  of course. Wanted access to my favorite spot,  after all. But, having tickled her feet before in numerous occasions, I was well aware that her feet were often pretty stinky. I poured a bowl of hot, soapy water and scrubbed her feet clean with my loofah gloves. Unfortunately, this didn’t tickle her. But that’s okay. The best was yet to come!

So while Brii started teasing her arms, I went straight for her feet. I started out pretty soft at first, as did Brii. Just lightly scratching the soles. I would tickle her arches until she flexed her feet,  and then turn my attention to the balls of her feet. Even without restraining her toes, she couldn't get away. Brii kept focusing on her upper body, tickling mostly under her arms and then her stomach. Eventually she started blowing raspberries on her belly. That really got Carla going and squealing!

After a couple of minutes, we let up a little bit. While Carla regained her breath, I applied the all-famous baby oil on her feet and gave her a gentle respite in the form of a massage. Of course, this made her tense up since she knew what was coming next was going to be terrible. I started using my fingers again, but this time I went full tilt on them. I grabbed the toes of one of her feet with my left hand and with the right tickled furiously. The baby oil made sure my nails sailed smoothly across her skin and wouldn’t hurt her. Tickled crazy instead. Brii kept at her upper body for a while, until I decided to pick up the hair brush.

The hair brush I use is one of those small plastic ones with flimsy plastic bristles that are tipped with red orbs at the top. Being flimsy is important to make sure that they bend easy so as to not apply too much pressure on the foot, which can be painful. The orbs at the top are the most important though. It makes sure that the tickling deep and from massaging and stimulating the nerves as opposed to scratchy. It’s my favorite tool to use. I held her toes back and started attacking with the brush. She went crazy. She was screaming with laughter and pleading. I kept alternating from brushing across the balls of her foot to going up and down the arch. And when I felt her laugh was getting too quiet for me, I changed foot, occasionally adding a little more oil now and then.

Eventually Brii came down and joined me on the other foot. Carla is most ticklish on her feet, so it felt right to double-team her there. This made her go nuts, and she had to use her safeword.

After letting her rest for a few minutes, we started up again. This time I let Brii take the feet while I focused on Carla’s upper body. While feet are my favorite, I’ve become very good at tickling underarms and stomach because those are the only places Brii is actually ticklish, and it takes a lot of skill to get her laughing. Most of the time it doesn’t work. But with Carla, the skills I had to perfect against Brii were torture. There was no scratching. I gently and carefully massaged her pressure points. Too much and it hurts, but with just the right level of force, it’s tickling mastery. I stuck the soft parts of my fingers into those pressure points and the vibrated my hands. It was torture for her. Along the ribs the trick is to start to the side of the breast area, close to the back. Getting as much area as possible without stretching the fingers, and again, applying firm but gentle pressure. Once that area tensed up from the tickling, I started traveling my hands down to the stomach. This made sure that when I reached her stomach it was completely tense, which is great for applying the right amount of pressure. Otherwise the stomach can be a bit soft and you can end up pinching, which is painful. But she was too tense, so I poked and prodded along her belly for a while, before moving to just below her belt line. I didn’t touch any of her private areas, but that area that’s just close enough to be so sensitive to tickling. It was amazing. Needless to say she’d never received that level of tickling before.

Anyway, the night continued like that for a while. I eventually went back to her feet (again, my favorite) dealing out torture with the hair brush. When we finally called it quits, she teased me with her foot a little bit, so I teased her back. I have a way if tickling very, very softly so that it’s very ticklish but feels really nice. She loves it but it drives her crazy. I love doing that one. And then shortly after that she left.

Well, that’s one of my more recent stories. Happened last summer. Hope you all enjoyed it! I’ll write up some more for you lot later. Feel free to drop me a line.

Just a heads up,  please know that I’m a hetero knismolagniac, so I don’t tickle guys. My wife doesn’t have a tickling fetish, she just like dominating. I’m also dominant (a ler, in our case). Brii is, as I mentioned, not ticklish for the most part. Her feet in particular are not ticklish.

Also, if you’re of age and live / visit Colorado and would like to do something like this, let us know!

Hope you enjoyed it.