🏳️🌈 Ler/Switch-she/her-80s baby-Pan 🖖 I'm a shy sci-fi/fantasy geek who loves feet, feathers, and tickle art. I wrote a few tickle fetish books: https://www.amazon.com/s?i=digital-text&rh=p_27%3ALady+Featherquill&s=relevancerank&text=Lady+Feathe I also have a FREE OnlyFans page with feet pics and tickle videos: https://onlyfans.com/ladyfeatherquill Alt Account: https://www.tumblr.com/lady-featherquill-tickle?source=share
I have 2 blogs because Tumblr flags every video I post on my main account as mature. All my OC videos are on my lady-featherquill-tickle blog.
I'm a geeky fetish writer and a pansexual 🏳️🌈 tickle switch with ADHD. I love sci-fi/fantasy, movies, animals, 90's music, reading, and art.
Check out my books on Amazon: Lady.Featherquill.Books and feel free to reach out if you'd like a custom tickle story.
I'm open to tickle sessions with women over 25, but I'm not currently seeking male tickle partners. I'm happy to be friends with everyone!
Tickling is my main fetish. My other kinks include: feet, hands, voice, praise, edging/denial, and light sensory deprivation. I have acey tendencies and I'm shy, so please don't come in my DMs kink first. NSFW asks/anons are fine though.
Stay Kinky!
I added my commonly used tags in this post so people can find them easily. They include:
Lady Featherquill Tickles - tickle session clips (from my Alt blog)
Lady videos - My feet clips (Alt blog)
Lady Featherquill Stories - OC tickle stories
The others are: lady fingers, lady nails, lady feet, and lady thoughts
Have you considered writing a detailed account of this ticklegasm session? That would be awesome!
I wasn't planning on it since we filmed the whole thing. If someone doesn't want to use onlyfans, they can always get the video directly from me. I can give you a summary though.
Once we got the camera set up properly, I put my remote control vibrator (Buzz Lightyear) in my panties between my lips. Then I got facedown on the bed and @emberdisaster069 straddled my ankles to pin me down. She was only wearing a bra and panties while I was in my Star Wars pajamas. 🤭
After that, she gently tickled my feet with her long, pointy nails for a couple minutes before turning on the toy. My giggles changed to moans, and she continued to tickle my trapped soles. When she could tell I was getting close, she clicked the toy off. Then she tickled me like crazy for a minute before turning the vibrations back on.
I was so blissed-out, I'm not sure how many times she edged me by turning the toy off and on. But she teased me the whole time about how much I loved having my feet tickled and how close I kept getting. She said the word lots of times because she knows it gets me going. 🙈
Eventually, she made me ask permission to cum. Once she gave it, I still tried not to for as long as possible. Her nails and the toy felt so amazing that I didn't want it to end. I also thought she might keep tickling me after I had an orgasm. I get crazy ticklish after cumming. 🤫 Still, I couldn't fight the constant buzz, sole scritches, and teasy talk for long. She pushed me over the edge and I had a mind-blowing orgasm while she kept tickling my feet. The sounds I made were so embarrassing, I can't even listen to that part of the video. 🙉
If you enjoy my stories, please check out my books on Amazon: Lady.Featherquill.Books
Harry Potter inspired F/M tickling- somewhat NSFW but not explicit.
Will was doing some gardening in the backyard as the afternoon sun sank toward the treeline. After watering the last flowerbed, he rolled up the hose and replaced it. Then he wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist. He was knuckling the small of his back when he suddenly felt as if he were being watched.
Glancing around, he spotted a few neighbors out and about. Some were watering plants or mowing their lawns, and one was reading in a hammock. None of them were looking in his direction.
Shrugging, he got back to re-planting his prized rhododendrons. Once he finished, he stood up and rubbed his hands together, dusting them off. They had the rough, earthy feeling of working in the soil.
He turned to go inside and spotted two unfamiliar young women standing in his yard. One had an abundance of curly brown hair while the other’s was a fiery red. They both had on some long black cloaks and were holding wooden sticks. The redhead even had a broom, though it didn’t look like any variety he knew of.
Maybe they work for some kind of combination landscaping and cleaning company, he thought in confusion.
“Can I help you?” Will asked cautiously.
“Maybe so,” the redhead replied. “There was an estate sale a few days ago just down the lane. Did you attend?”
“Yes, I did actually.”
“Did you happen to purchase a small glass sphere?”
“I uhm… I’m not sure. Why?”
The redhead frowned. “It should never have been sold. It’s a–”
“It’s a family heirloom,” the other one cut in. She chewed her lip, cheeks going pink as she fingered the thin rod in her hand.
Will could tell she was lying. It was obvious. The young woman wasn’t very good at deception. They probably knew it was worth a lot of money and wanted to steal it.
“I saw something like that, and I picked it up. But I don’t think I ended up buying it. I can’t recall right now.”
“Well, we need it, so you better start trying to remember.”
Don’t be rude, Ginny,” the brunette said. “Sorry about her. She just… really misses our… family member. The one who died, I mean. That sphere meant a lot to the person, considering it’s little more than a paperweight.” She chuckled awkwardly.
Ginny glanced at her in confusion. Then she mouthed the word paperweight. It was clear that she had no idea what a paperweight even was. She turned back to him. “Look, did you buy the thing or not?”
“I’m not sure, honestly, I bought quite a few things. My wife did too, so it could be anywhere.”
“Give us a moment.” Ginny strode over to her friend and took hold of the sleeve of her cloak. Then she tugged her closer to the house.
The brunette waved her wooden stick through the air and Will saw some sort of shimmer. Although they looked a touch misty and camouflaged, he could still hear them clearly as they started a heated discussion.
“That was awful, Hermione. Truly terrible,” the redhead said. She seemed half-amused, half-exasperated, and fully-annoyed.
“I’m sorry, I know.”
“Can’t you lie even when our lives might depend on it?”
“I’m not an Auror, alright. I’m rusty at all this.”
“You better brighten up before you get us killed, or worse, captured by Death Eaters.”
“I said I was sorry, Ginny. Drop it.”
She sighed. “What are we going to do now?”
Hermione bit her lip again. “Oh. I don’t know.”
“We have to get him to tell us where the sphere is. It’s obvious he knows. I can almost see it in his brain. If only I was better at legilimency.” She turned to see him staring at them in bewilderment. “Uhh. Did you cast those spells?”
“Of course,” Hermione replied.
“I think you forgot muffliato. He looks pretty freaked out.”
Hermione turned around and saw him staring at her with wide eyes.
“Merlin’s beard!”
“It’s alright. Don’t panic. We’ll just have to obliterate him after we get the information we need out of him. That one I can manage.”
“Okay. I guess that will work. But how are we going to get him to talk?”
“Imperius?” Ginny suggested quietly.
“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s Unforgiveable.”
“This is important, Hermione. If Bellatrix gets her hands on that prophecy, she could find a way to bring back You-Know-Who. We can’t let that happen.”
“Ugh! I still can’t believe we have to deal with that terrible woman again. We should have known she’d follow in her Dark Lord’s footsteps.”
“Let’s just hope none of the others we took out have their own horcruxes too.”
“It’s highly advanced magic,” Hermione pointed out. “I doubt most of them could manage it. I just hope she didn’t make more than one.”
“That too. We may have to get our hands dirty on this one. We have to find the prophecy before she does. That should tell us how to defeat her. Imperius might be the only way.”
The bushy-haired one shook her head emphatically. “No, Ginny. Unforgiveable Curses are illegal. We’ll just have to come up with something else.”
“Well, we can’t hurt him. What would you suggest?”
Hermione tapped her stick on her chin for a moment, but the redhead was the one to speak up.
“I’ve got an idea. Can you cast muffliato around all three of us?”
“Sure.”
“You better do that one to hide us from muggles too.”
“You mean–”
“I’m not really looking for a charms lesson right now,” Ginny cut in. “We don’t have time at the moment.”
She waved the wooden rod in her hand, and Will felt a sudden tugging on his legs. They clapped together so firmly that it seemed as if his jeans had been permanently sewn together. His arms snapped to his sides, and he tipped over backwards.
Just before hitting the grass, he was caught by what felt like a cushion of air.
“Right, sorry,” Hermione muttered. She turned and said some words in a foreign language.
Is that Latin? he wondered in confusion.
The air cushion dissipated, and he settled into the soft grass.
The brunette turned back around and nodded to her friend. “All done.”
“Good,” Ginny replied. Then she looked at Will and flicked the wooden stick at him. “Rictusempra!”
Will was suddenly overwhelmed by a tickly sensation. It felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering all over his body. They were under his shirt and pants, gently grazing every inch of skin. They were even inside his shoes beneath his socks.
Instinct told him to try and shake them off. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he’d somehow been completely paralyzed.
Laughter pushed its way through his gritted teeth.
“Perfect. He’s ticklish. This shouldn’t take too long,” the redhead said.
“I hope so,” Hermione replied, looking around anxiously.
The tickling got more powerful, making his stomach do flips. He tried to lift his arm and bat them away, but his body remained completely rigid. The air itself continued to tickle him silly, feeling like silken wings. They swept over him, gentle but persistent. It went on for several long minutes.
Eventually, his body started to move in tiny jerks. His jaw finally loosened enough for him to unclench his teeth. Suddenly, Will’s mouth was wrenched open. Then he guffawed with robust laughter.
“I think he’s starting to break free,” Ginny observed. “Maybe we should recast Petrificus Totalus, just to be safe.”
“Give him a chance to answer first.”
“Alright.” She moved her narrow rod, and the tickling sensation vanished. “I guess talking can be hard with lockjaw.”
They waited for his wheezing laughter to run out. After that, he remained silent.
“Nothing to say?” the redhead asked gravely.
These ladies didn’t know who they were dealing with. He enjoyed being tickled (to an extent). The sensation actually felt rather good. There was no way they could break him. Not with anything so gentle.
“Alright. You asked for it. Petrificus Totalus.”
The rigidity returned to his body, his wide smile now frozen in place.
The pair looked at each other then raised their sticks at the same time.
“Rictusempra,” they called out together.
The butterflies returned in force, engulfing him completely. They whispered behind his ears and soared up and down his sides. Their wings flapped in his armpits and the clefts under his knees. The sensation rolled over him until he was tittering with laughter again.
“Well, he’s certainly ticklish,” Ginny said. “I’m sure he won’t be able to hold out for too much longer.”
“Let’s hope not. Who knows how far this rumor has spread already? It wasn’t very difficult to figure where to look.”
“Well, do you know anything stronger?”
“Maybe,” Hermione said with reluctance. “I’ve never cast this hex before though.”
“So?”
“Well, Rictusempra is a charm. Tillando is essentially the same thing, but it’s classified as a curse. It’s a particularly nasty one, from what I’ve seen.”
“Seen or read?”
“Okay, read,” she admitted sheepishly.
“It still sounds useful. Give it a go.”
“Alright.” Hermione lifted her wand and shouted, “Tillando!”
Suddenly, a bunch of semitransparent hands appeared all around him. They were slightly larger than life and had a purplish hue. There were so many of them that Will couldn’t count them all. At least. not before their attack began.
The deft hands went straight for the tenderest spots on the human body – the neck, belly, armpits, and sides. They were even digging into his groin and raking his feet. He didn’t understand how it was possible when he still had on his shoes.
Goosebumps covered his skin and the butterflies seemed to dance atop them. They dashed from one bump to the next as if he were a giant dot-to-dot puzzle they were struggling to work out. At the same time, the hands whooshed around him. They pressed into his sensitive spots and tickled him wildly.
He laughed even louder, but it was still dampened by his immobility. The large hands abraded his rib cage on both sides while prodding his armpits and soft underbelly. It was hard for his brain to accept the feeling of both the spells at once. Although it was incomprehensible tickly, he still thought he could hold out.
The tickle assault went on long enough that he felt his limbs begin to loosen again. Now that he didn’t feel so confined, he laughed more heartily. Will tilted his head to look around, and the sound carried out into the surrounding yards. He wanted to make sure none of the neighbors were watching. The sensations were manageable, but he couldn’t imagine what people might say if they saw.
There were a few neighbors scattered in various yards, but none of them seemed to notice what was happening to him.
It makes no sense, Will thought. He was laughing so loudly that they should have been able to hear him. His limbs were getting weak.
The hands leaped from one ticklish spot to the next as if they knew him by rote. It didn’t seem to matter that his heavy work jeans were in the way. It felt as if their hands were directly on his bare skin.
“I think he’s breaking free of the body-bind again,” Hermione said.
“Good. Let’s see if he’s willing to talk now.”
He began squirming around in the grass as his limbs regained their ability to move. In moments, he was writhing and bellowing with laughter. His hands smacked at his own torso to try and push the tickles away. It was useless. There was nothing there to grab.
“Nothing is going to stop the tickles, silly cutie,” Ginny said. “Not until you tell us where to find that sphere. You can swat all you want.”
Will considered just telling them where it was. If it’s so important to them, maybe I should just let them have it, he thought. It means nothing to me, and I don’t think I can take much more of this.
While he was still contemplating what to do next, he spotted another unknown woman entering his yard.
Like them, she wore a long black cloak and carried a thin wooden stick. She was older than the other too, and she seemed to have a permanent scowl. A mess of long black and grey hair outlined her face, making her look slightly insane.
“Silly little girls,” the woman said mockingly. She used her dark stick to make him levitate into the air. Then he drifted closer to her. He came to a halt before her, hovering at chest-height.
“Don’t hurt him!” Hermione cried.
“Hurt him? Would I do that?” she said wickedly. “You can’t use your wands for every little thing.” She unlaced his sneakers and removed them, then she sent them gliding in a slow circle around him.
The other two took several steps back. They were obviously terrified of this woman. He wondered if he should be as well.
“Sometimes, it pays to have some hands-on experience.” She tapped her nails on his socked sole, watching him closely for a reaction.
The snug fabric stretched between his skin and her nail created a strange mix of sensations. Sharpness intertwined with softness and sent a fluttering jolt through his foot. It shot up his leg and along his spine. He barked a laugh, but quickly stifled it.
The woman smirked. “Why hold back your laugher? We could do this the hard way. That way would be more fun for me. Well, what do you think, ladies?” the dark woman looked over to Ginny and Hermione. Then she lifted an eyebrow. “Should I show this muggle the hard way? The unforgiveable way?”
The pair shook their heads at once. The brunette seemed to be rubbing her forearm unconsciously. A faint scar was visible there.
“No!” Ginny said. “Leave him alone, Bellatrix. He can’t talk if you drive him mad!”
“True. True,” she said rubbing her pale chin. Her eyes looked gaunt and haunted, even a little deranged. She waved her wand at the pair, and they went rigid. Then their shoulders slammed together as if they’d been tethered in invisible ropes.
“No!” Hermione cried.
Ginny growled and tossed her fiery hair. “Let us go!”
The older woman laughed maniacally, then her head spun back toward him.
“Watch and learn, girls. Even Mudbloods and blood-traitors should know how to extract information by your age.” She peeled off one of his white cotton socks and let it go. It floated in the air beside her as she waggled her fingers before his right sole.
“Don’t!” Will shouted. He felt suddenly frantic. It was clear this woman didn’t have a scrap of kindness in her. Not even in her deepest depths. She wasn’t like the other two. They seemed decent, even altruistic. He’d never been afraid of them. Not really. But this woman was another story entirely.
She pressed one long nail into the ball of his foot and scritched his bare sole.
His laughter started immediately. He bucked and twisted in the air, but his feet remained as still as a statue in her cruel hands.
“Tell me where you put the prophecy, you tricky little niffler,” she said in a dangerous tone. “You pilfered it away somewhere, didn’t you?”
“Nooo! Hahahaha! I didn’t! Hahaha!”
“Don’t LIE to me!” She added her other fingernails, whisking them each briskly all the way down his arch. Then her sharp claws skittered back up his sole in a dash. After snatching his middle toe, she rotated it back and forth rapidly.
“I’m nooooooot! I hahahaha swear! DON’T! Hahaha!”
Bellatrix seized the other sock and yanked it off as well.
Will’s socks joined his shoes in orbit around his body as it thrashed in midair. He was like the sun in some mad star system.
Then she tucked her wand behind her ear and started tickling his left foot. Instead of taunting him slowly, she went straight for the kill. Both hands attacked his foot at once, climbing up the lengthy sides. Then she grabbed his big toe and little toe, spinning them in tandem.
“Hahaha! Stop! Haha! Not the toes! Hahaha!” He tried to wiggle his feet, but they remained taut with magic, making them even more ticklish.
She ignored his pleas, moving each hand inward to the next toe. Then she twiddled them even quicker.
“Ohhhhoo nooooo! Haahaha! Wait! Haahaha!”
“Wait for what? For you to tell me where you stashed the prophecy?”
Will tried to think back to where he’d set down that damn sphere, but it was getting more difficult by the second. And that wasn’t the only thing getting harder. He adjusted his legs to try and hide that fact from everyone.
“Still not convinced?” she asked, shifting down to tickle the bottom of his foot. Bellatrix dug the nails from one hand into the center of his arch and started raking it up and down. She used the other hand to scribble back and forth along the stems of his toes.
“Ohhh haaahahaha! Don’t do that! Don’t do that! Haaahahahaha!”
She blew a tress of her messy hair out of her face as if bored. That seemed to give her an idea. She grasped a bundle of her crimpy hair and directed the split-ends toward his sole. Then she swept it over his sole.
Wills’ eyes bulged and he let out a barrage of giggles. The lock of hair was soft in some places and prickly in others, making the sensation extra-flustering.
As she moved the hair over his left sole, she reached her other hand over to tickle the right one.
“Ahhh! NO! Haaaaahahaha! Don’t do both! I can’t haahahaha! I can’t take it!”
“Then tell me where my prophecy is,” she demanded.
Will tried to picture where in the house he’d placed it, but the only thing he could think about was how much it tickled.
When he didn’t answer, she grabbed a bunch of hair from the opposite side of her head and waved it at him suggestively.
“Tell me, or else it’s only going to get worse for you!”
“Let him go, Bellatrix! He obviously doesn’t know anything!” Ginny shouted.
“Silly ‘ittle baby blood-traitor,” she spat, shimmying the lock of hair over his right sole.
“Ohhhh hahahaha!” he shrieked.
She raised her voice so it could be heard over his panic-stricken giggles. Then she went on talking as if he wasn’t there. “Still such children even though you’ve been out of Hogwarts for years. It’s sad how sheltered they keep you. Isn’t it obvious that he’s enjoying himself? He’s holding back. Aren’t you, you silly muggle?”
“N-noooo! Haahaa! I can’t haahahaha think!”
She disregarded his protests and went on brushing his feet relentlessly with the ends of her hair.
“Well then, try harder. Otherwise you’ll make me try harder. You don’t want that, boy. I don’t feel like putting all this effort into a man who has no idea what’s going on. I’m losing my patience with you.”
His laughter went on for a full minute before Bellatrix sighed. She dropped the locks of hair then her hands fell to her sides.
“Alright. Remember, you asked for this,” she jeered. After retrieving her wickedly curved wand from behind her ear, she gave it a quick swipe. “Accio Thunderbird feathers!”
After a few seconds of silent stillness, Will spotted something shiny in the distance. It zoomed closer, and he thought for a moment it was some kind of gigantic bird. Then he realized there were two distinct objects. Their silhouettes fluttered on the blue horizon, materializing into the two largest, most beautiful feathers he’d ever seen.
The enormous twin plumes were tawny and ivory, and they seemed to be woven with strands of gold. They shimmered as they glided toward them. The air warped around them as if they were on fire, and they gave off an energy he could almost feel.
“Where did those come from?!” Will asked. “What are they?”
“They’re magical feathers, silly,” she replied.
He gulped as she strode around his stretched-out body, looking him over. After a full circuit, she paused near his torso. Then she tapped her wand on his chest.
“Diffindo!” A diagonal slash appeared across the middle of his t-shirt. It spread up to his shoulders and down his stomach, widening and exposing his skin.
His shirt ripped itself apart while he hung helplessly in the air. The tattered pieces fell to the grass beneath him.
Bellatrix pointed her wand at his left arm and gave it a flick. Then she lifted it upward, forcing his arm to follow in its wake. He tensed his muscles to try and keep it at his side. Unfortunately, the magic was much stronger than him. Despite his best effort, his arm rose up over his head.
“Wait! Don’t do that! Not there! Please!”
Her eyes traced his naked, vulnerable side and she smirked. “Not here? Why not here?” she asked with false pleasantness. Her black-polished nails landed just below his armpit, and she tapped them in a rapid rhythm.
“Ahhhhh!” he yelped. “Don’t do it there?”
“Do what?” Her fingers began skating around slowly. “Tickle?”
“Ahhhhahahaha! YES!”
“Awww, can’t even say the word, can you? Too bad for you, I know exactly what that means. I’m no novice like those two. Now, tell me before I really get bored of you. Where’s the prophecy?”
“I… I’m trying to remember. I–”
“So, you did take it!” she said in triumph. Her sharp nails pressed into him as she glanced over at the younger women. “I told you I’d get him talking.”
The two remained silent, still looking frightened.
Bellatrix turned her wild eyes back onto him. “Where is it?” she demanded, adding her other hand to his lower side. Then she dug them into him like a giant squeaky stress ball.
“Hahaha! I hahaha can’t remember! Please!”
“You better think really hard.” She released him and stepped over to the excessively long feathers. After plucking one from the air, she flicked her wand at it, sending it into motion. Then she directed it to hover alongside his torso.
It was so long that the tip stretched past his shoulder while the quilled end was even with his thigh. It started to wriggle, the gold strands glistening in the bright sunlight. The fleecy tresses were the softest thing he’d felt in his life. It brushed against the sensitive skin on his side, sending a current of tickly tingles through him.
Will gasped. Then a harsh bout of laughter started to pour from him. “Hahahaha! Waaahahaha! Wait!”
He tightened his bicep muscles and tried to bring down his arm. Unfortunately, he was weak when up against the power of the magic.
The springy tip of the feather twirled in his wide-open armpit. At the same time, the wispy afterfeathers near the quill whisked over his hip. The center vane of the feather danced against him, touching a hundred spots at once.
“Haahaahaa-hahaha! Ohhh nooohohoho! That’s sooohohooo tickly!” he cried.
The dark-cloaked woman walked around him as laughter took control. Although he was fully distracted, he still felt his other arm begin to lift. He tried to hold it close to his body, but it was useless. She pried it from his side and forced his arm up over his head. Once his opposite side had been exposed, she directed the second feather over to it.
“Noooooo!” he wailed, voice cracking. “Not that! Hahaha! Not both! I can’t hahahaha! Mercy! Please have mercy! Hahaha! I can’t handle both!”
“Stop blathering and start talking,” she instructed.
“I’m huhuhuhuhhhh trying!”
“You’re not trying hard enough, you filthy ticklish muggle!”
The feather began to flutter across his other side and Will thought he was going to die. Their soft-and-gentle persistence was just as unbearable as the woman’s nails had been. Tremors made his entire body shake as if he were being electrified. Though the rest of his body could move in small jerks, his arms seemed to be frozen in place over his head.
“Get them awaaaaay-hay-hay-hay! Hahaha! Get them off me!”
Bellatrix strode around him again before pointing her wand at his jeans.
“No! Don’t!”
“Tell me where the prophecy is and maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to. Otherwise, I won’t stop until your mind turns to mush.”
He licked his lips, trying desperately to remember.
“Still can’t recall? Well then, get ready to scream.”
She waved her wand, and his blue jeans tore themselves to pieces. He closed his legs and locked his knees in place. Bellatrix noticed and drew her eyebrows together in a furrow. She focused on them and made a spiral motion with her wand. Although he was squeezing with all his might, his legs came exorable apart.
“Nooo! Hahaha! I can’t hold them! Ahhhahaha!”
Once there was a wide gap, the frayed strips of cloth began to move again. They encircled his legs at several points, forming lengthy spirals. Then they began spinning around them. The stiff fabric brushed against the fronts, sides, and backs of his thighs and calves. It continuously slid across the cleft behind his knees. The ceaseless motion of those teensy threads was mind-numbingly ticklish.
Bellatrix moved to stand before his feet again. Then she lifted her hands to where he could see them. “This is your last chance,” she said, twiddling her fingers as if in warning.
“Pleeeeeease! Just haahaa let me think! Haahaa!”
“Wrong answer.” She set her hands against his soles and spider-tickled up and down. Her inky nails felt like ten blunted daggers poking him with a merciless swiftness. They leapt from his arch to his forefoot, then onto his toes and back.
The sensation shot up his legs, mingling with the spinning strips of jean. The wave of warm tingles swept through his pelvis and made his stomach swoop. Then it bled up his torso to meet with the too-soft feathers. The pair continued to dash over his hips, sides, and pits all at once like some sinfully gentle carwash.
His mind couldn’t accept what was happening to him. It was too much. White dots appeared in his eyes and his vision began to blur. There were too many tickles happening at the same time. It was all-consuming and he couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
Some amount of time passed, but Will had no idea how much. He was losing all sense of time, space, and reality.
“You may be my most persistent victim yet,” she said, sounding somewhat impressed. “I could use crucio. Then you’d be begging to tell me every last secret in that mundane brain of yours. Lucky for you, I like a challenge.”
Bellatrix flourished her wand again. This time, she pointed it at herself. Then she said another foreign word that was completely unintelligible to him.
“Geminio!” She repeated the words a few times.
At first, Will didn’t see any change. Then he spotted motion out of the corner of his eye and turned his head. That’s when he saw something that was even more unbelievable than anything he’d seen so far.
The same woman who was still standing in front of his feet was the same one standing to his left. His mind was already reeling so much that he couldn’t process what he was seeing. He turned his head the other direction and saw yet another version of the strange woman.
“What? HAHAHA! What’s going oooooon? HAHAHA!” Even the shock of seeing two more of the woman pop into existence wasn’t enough to chill his over-stimulated nerves.
Each one stepped closer to him, their hands wiggling teasingly. Will’s head rolled to try and keep them all in view. The two new-comers closed in. One jammed her fingers in between his rib bones while the other began scribbling over his neck and collarbone.
Sharp panic raced through him. He could hear his heart beating rapidly in his ears. His eyes squeezed closed to prepare for the onslaught. That’s when an image of the glass sphere appeared in his mind. He finally remembered where he had put it.
“W-w-w-w-wait!” he screeched. “I knooooow! HAHAHA! I re-remember where it is! HAHAHA!”
“Ohhhh? Where is it?” the one still skittering across his soles asked. She didn’t sound as if she really believed him.
“HAAHAAHAA! You gotta’ haha! You gotta st-stop first! HAAHAAHAA!”
“I don’t think so!”
“PLEEEE-HEEE-HEEE-HEEE-EEEASE!” he begged between laughs. “I’LL TELL! HAAHAA! I SWEAR! JUST STAAAA-HA-HA-HA-OOOP!”
“Nope. I’ll just keep tickling you until you tell me or your mind fully breaks. You’re sooo sensitive. I’m sure it won’t take long. So many ticklish nooks and crannies to explore.”
One of the doubles scratched down his pelvis and started raking his inner thigh.
“OHHHH FUUUUHUHUHUUCK! HAAHAA!”
Her fingers crept into the leg of his boxers and snatched the tendon buried there. At the same moment, the one across from her pressed into the divots in his armpits. Then the main Bellatrix shoved her thin fingertips in between his toes. Then they all started tickle torturing him beyond reason.
Their hands seemed to be so well-practiced and knowledgeable about his spots that he thought they had to be reading his thoughts somehow. It tickled an insane amount, more than he ever thought possible. The trio lit up every spot on his body like a Christmas tree.
Will though he was begging while engulphed in his own relentless laughter, but he couldn’t be sure. His lips were moving, but he had no idea what was coming out.
Every once in a while, he spotted a sock or shoe hovering around him. Silent reminders that they couldn’t protect his feet from her.
His head twisted as he looked into each of the yards one by one. He was searching for someone, anyone who might be able to help him. He spotted his attractive neighbor watering her plants. It was the same one he’d seen earlier. Although he knew he’d be endlessly embarrassed, he tried to catch her attention.
The woman turned toward them to spray a flowerbed near the fence. He felt a spike of hope. Unfortunately, her eyes passed right over him without taking him in at all. It was as if he and all his identical ticklers were invisible.
The spike of hope dropped like a rock. It turned into terror that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. They couldn’t see him.
Bellatrix made a clicking sound with her tongue. “Awww. Did you just now realize nobody can see you?”
Maybe she can hear me though, he thought frantically. She could just be wearing earbuds. Maybe if I scream loud enough, she’ll hear.
“AHHHAHAHA HEH-HEH-HEH-HELP!” he screamed.
“Nobody can hear you either.”
“No one is going to help you,” another one of her said.
“You’re all ours.”
Will knew it was the truth. If the younger women couldn’t help him, his neighbors certainly couldn’t. “OHHH HAAHAAHAA! GOD! HAHAHA! HELP MEEEE!”
“Your silly Muggle God doesn’t seem to be coming to your rescue either,” a different one jeered.
The one on the right started to sing. “Tickle-tickle-tickle. Tickle-tickle-tickle.”
After a few repeated rounds, the one on the left joined in as well. “Tickle-tickle-tickle. Tickle-tickle-tickle.”
The two of them sang in unison while spidering over some of his most ticklish spots. The main Bellatrix joined in every once in a while too.
How is she doing this? He wondered, starting to lose his grip on reality. That had to be what was happening. He’d been tickled so terribly that his mind had broken, creating this insane fantasy world. But now he was trapped in it.
“FUUHUHUHUUUK HAAHAAHAA! IT’S IN HAAHAA THE CABINET! HAAHAA! THE GLASS SPHERE! IT’S THERE!”
Although he’d finally managed to get the words out, the tickling didn’t stop.
It’s supposed to stop! Make it stop! Will’s thoughts raced even quicker than his heart and breath. Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop, his mind commanded. It was slowly-but-surly coming unhinged.
That’s when he realized the words weren’t repeating just in his mind anymore. “MAKE IT STOOOOOOHAHAHAAAP!” he screamed. “Make it stop! Make it stooooop! Please! HAA-HAA! Make it stop!”
“Poor ittle baby muggle,” the main Bellatrix said. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. I told you that you’d regret standing in my way.”
“I TOLD YOU HAAHAA! I SAID! HAHAHAAHHH!”
“I don’t care! You had your chance. I gave you so many opportunities. You decided to be brave and try and keep it from me. I’ll teach you to defy a witch!”
“I’m s-s-sorry-eeeheee,” was all he could manage to get out between his panting laughter. He was running out of breath in a hurry.
“Yes, they all are, eventually,” she chuckled to herself. “I will make sure you aren’t a nasty little liar though.” She stopped tickling him, giving his feet a much-needed respite. Then she collected her wand from behind her ear. “Where is this cabinet?”
“Are yooooohoohoohoo gonna stop the tickling? STOP THEM! HAAHAA! I’LL TELL YOU HAAHAA! ANYTHING! BUT NO MORE! I’M GONNA DIE! HAAHAA!”
“It won’t hurt your chances. Now, TELL ME!”
“THE HAAHAA KITCHEN! HAHAA! IT’S IN THE KITCHEN! HAAHAA!”
Bellatrix nodded as if he’d given her something she knew she deserved.
“PLEASE! HAAHAA! MAKE THEM STOP!”
She ignored him and dashed off into his house.
Will writhed in the air wailing with laughter as the woman’s copies destroyed his thighs, ribs, and armpits. The strips of jean cloth went on weaving through his legs and the feathers kept rotating ruthlessly. The edges were so sleek and downy-soft that he trembled. His over-sensitive body was covered in goosebumps and sweat.
The combination of all the different sensations was so overwhelming, his mind couldn’t process one scritch or brush before being distracted by another. It was a complete sensory overload that went on without end.
“AHHHHAA! BAAAA-HAAHAA! MAKE IT STOOP! NOOO! I CAN’T!” He roared.
The two youthful women nearby watched in concern as the tickling reduced him to a screeching, blubbering mess of a man. Tears pooled in his eyes as he fought off the on-coming unconsciousness.
“Tickle-tickle-tickle,” the duplicates continued to sing.
When Bellatrix reappeared in the yard, she was holding the glass sphere aloft. The happiness on her face didn’t make her more attractive like it did for most people. Instead, she looked even more sinister than before.
She stalked over to the two immobilized women and waved it under their noses. While the redhead seemed defiant, the brunette looked more terrified than ever.
“See girls,” the beady-eyed woman said while pacing before them. “This is something you might be able to accomplish if you were real pure blood witches. Not some squeamish pretenders.”
“We’re just as capable as you, Bellatrix!” Ginny growled.
She laughed maniacally in response. “You two?! You couldn’t even get this muggle to talk. His ilk are easy pickings.” Then she spun to face Will again and slowly started walking toward him.
“Let him go! He doesn’t know anything!”
“Psh. Doesn’t know anything. He knows he defied me. Now he knows he never will again. Even wee muggles can learn.”
“He told you what you wanted to know,” Hermione said.
“Keep your mouth shut, pretty baby mudblood, or you two will be next.” She pointed her wand at them each in turn.
He turned his head to regard her, and his tears spilled free. They leaked down to the side of his face as he began pleading with her. “Let me go! Please let me go! Huh-huh-huh! Noooo! Hahaha! No more! I caaaan’t hahaha! Can’t stop it!”
“No. You can’t stop it. You’ll never be able to stop me doing what I want. Whatever I want. I’m a witch. You’re a muggle. You’re MY muggle. MY plaything. You’ll never be anything else again. Do you understand me?”
He nodded fervently.
“You are mine to with as I like, muggle. Is that clear?” she said sternly as she walked around him.
“YEEEES! HUH-HUH-HUH-HAA!”
After stopping at his feet, she tossed the glass sphere and caught it a few times. “I bet you wish you’d a told me where this was straight out. Then I might’ve been nice and let you go. But now… Now you made me wait.”
“PLEEEEASE! YOU CAAAA-HAAHAAHAA-AAN! HUH-HUH-HUH! YOU CAN STOP THEM! STOP THEM! HAHAHA!”
“But why would I want to stop them?”
“IT T-T-T-TICKLES!” Will shouted. He finally managed to get out the word, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t even slow them down.
“Why would I ever stop tormenting someone so deliciously ticklish as you?” she asked as she stashed the glass sphere inside her ragged black cloak.
“Ohhhhohoho,” Will cried. He was running out of air.
“Coochie-coochie-coo, little muggle! Coochie-coo!” she sang. “I’ll make them all tickle you mad, if I choose to.”
“PLEEEEASE! HAHAHA! MERCY!” he hooted and hollered. “I’LL DOOO-HO-HO ANYTHING! TELL YOU ANYTHING! PLEASE! AHH-HHHA-HAHAHA!”
“Tickle-tickle-tickle. Tickle-tickle-tickle,” her others sang as if in chorus around him. Their sinister fingernails locating and demolishing every sensitive spot with tickles.
“Your laughter’s like the soothing sound of music to me,” the main Bellatrix went on. “Your begging is better than a babbling brook.
“No,” he said weakly. His eyes were so heavy. “Please.” His muscles stopped working, and his body went limp. Time passed in a quick flash of glittery light.
The next thing he knew, he was lying in the grass again. He lifted his head and saw sparking jets of magic shooting across his yard. The younger witches were on one side, hiding behind a thick tree trunk.
Bellatrix was standing in the open with some kind of misty wall in front of her. Her doubles had vanished. She was utterly alone. The feathers were lying forgotten in the grass on either side of him. His backside hurt as if he’d fallen on it hard.
The spells coming from Hermione and Ginny’s wands seemed to be bouncing off the magical forcefield in front of the woman. It was protecting obviously her from their attacks. The kaleidoscopic jets weren’t reaching the woman at all. And yet, her jinxes were somehow making it through the barrier. They rocketed unhindered across the yard.
Some seared through the trees, leaving burn marks in the bark. Others slammed into the ground as they hit much-too-close to their intended targets. Those ripped holes in the Earth and charred the grass.
Will was glad none of them hit anyone. The neighbors were still somehow oblivious to the battle going on in his yard. It wasn’t long before the misty barrier began to waver.
Before he knew what was happening, Hermione and Ginny charged out from behind the tree. Then they stood before Bellatrix with their wands upraised. Together, they faced off against the angry woman.
She shot something at them each in turn. They both used their wands to deflect the green jets of light. Then they returned fire. The shield warped. Then it finally broke. Their spells made it through, hitting their target.
A second later, Bellatrix was on the ground unconscious.
The two women ran forward, and Ginny kicked the woman’s wand out of her grip. Hermione searched her until she found the glass sphere.
“Got it!” she said.
“Good. Now what? Should we…”
Hermione shook her head. “No. Let’s just go.”
“What about the muggle,” she asked. Both turned toward him.
Will was rubbing his head in confusion.
“We can cast protection and concealment charms on his house. He should be alright. I don’t think we should obliviate him though.”
“Oh? Why not?”
“Well, if she does find him again, we want him to remember who he’s dealing with. I doubt she’ll give him another thought once she realizes we have the prophecy.”
“Let’s hope you’re right,” Ginny said.
The two of them waved their wands around his house on all sides. Then they spun in place, vanishing along with the unconscious woman.
Will went inside. He wasn’t sure if everything he’d just experienced was real or an elaborate fever dream, but he’d never forget this day as long as he lived.
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Tess and Jon chatted through dinner, laughing together often. She complained about an irritating professor with strict policies regarding certain tests they had to take. Jon commiserated with her politely, but she could tell he didn’t really understand. Not wanting to bore him with nursing school drama, Tess changed the subject to the concert they’d just seen. Their fourth date was passing like a flash of lightening, and she didn’t want it to end.
After sharing dessert, Jon drove them back to her house and she invited him inside. Unfortunately, her parents and brother were home. After a brief introduction, they headed down to the basement. She went to the Amazon Prime app and started scrolling through movies. Although they’d both seen it a few times, they settled on Princess Bride since it was one they both enjoyed quoting.
Tess sat beside him on the couch and her pleated skirt hiked up a little. The motion exposed the top of one of the shear nylons gripping her thighs. His eyes flicked down and bulged slightly. A narrow strip of her sun-kissed skin was visible between her skirt and stockings.
Giggling nervously, she crossed her legs. His gaze leapt immediately back to her face, and she noticed his skin go a little pink around the ears. She smiled. Tess knew how difficult it must have been for him to maintain eye contact when he could almost see her underwear. It was commendable.
He returned her grin, and her stomach did a small flip. She pressed her shoulder into his and he draped his arm around her. Warmth washed through her as she turned to watch the movie.
They sat comfortably for nearly an hour before they changed position. Jon rested his hands in his lap as Tess crossed her legs the other way. This time, she noticed his eyes following a different part of her body: her foot. He looked back to the movie at once, but that prolonged glance sparked her curiosity.
She wriggled her toes, furtively loosening her high heel so it slid off her foot a little. Jon continued facing the tv, but his gaze strayed to her nyloned foot. He watched it out of the corner of his eye until her shoe was dangling haphazardly from her toes.
Nothing happened. He didn’t make a move toward it. Tess sighed and turned her attention back to the movie.
A few minutes went by before she suddenly felt something poke her sole. She moved instinctually, pulling her foot away and letting out a squeak. Her high heel fell to the floor as she looked at him in surprise.
Jon grinned. “Oh sorry. Are you ticklish?”
“You just… surprised me is all,” she replied. Regret flowed through her. Why did I pull away, she thought, annoyed with herself. He finally did what I was hoping for, and I pull away. I’m such an idiot, she scolded inwardly.
Tickling was a bit taboo to her. She’d had a sheltered childhood with very few playdates or sleepovers. One she remembered was with a girl from school. They’d stayed up late drawing pictures on each other’s backs with their fingers, trying to guess the image. It was innocent fun. But their giggles had drawn the attention of her mother.
When she saw Tess with her shirt pulled up to expose her back, she lost her temper. You would have thought the two of them had been kissing. She made her friend sleep on the couch and Tess had never been allowed to have anyone stay the night again. And sleeping over at someone else’s house had been completely out of the question.
Since then, tickling had become mysterious and alluring. It was intertwined with sex in her mind. The thought of it even aroused her sometimes.
She hoped her parents would relax a little after she graduated, but they were just as bad once she started nursing school. Last semester during finals, she’d accidentally fallen asleep at her friend’s dorm while studying. Her mother showed up and started shouting up and down the halls for her.
Her mom woke up so many people that Tess’s friend got in trouble with the Residence Assistant. She had to go on housing probation, and Tess wasn’t allowed back at the dorm. It was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. She looked forward to the day she could afford her own place and wouldn’t have to live under her mother’s strict “roof rules” as she called them.
This was only the second time Tess had ever brought a date home. And it was the first time she’d considered exploring this particular interest with anyone. Jon just made her feel comfortable. She snuggled closer to him, bringing her foot into his line of sight. She even took to shaking it in time with the background music.
He didn’t glance at it again, and Tess felt crestfallen. Perhaps she’d been imagining things. Maybe he hadn’t been admiring her foot at all.
Wishful thinking, she thought with a quiet sigh. There was one last thing she could try, but she didn’t know if she could manage it without being obvious.
Tess lifted her arms up and stretched dramatically. The motion drew his gaze. She watched him as her sleeveless top exposed smooth, bare armpits. He swallowed, eyes widening. They lingered on her underarms until she slipped off her remaining shoe, dropping it to the floor. Then she sprawled out across the couch and rested her feet in his lap.
He looked at her for a long moment before saying anything.
“Comfortable?” he finally asked.
She shot him an innocent smile. “Definitely.”
“Good.” Jon rested one of his thick hands on the side of her foot. But he didn’t start rubbing or tickling it as she hoped. He just chuckled and looked back at the movie.
After a few minutes, Tess started rubbing her feet together ever so slowly. He didn’t seem to notice, so she moved them a bit quicker. The nylon material made a soft sweeping sound as she rubbed her feet together.
He cleared his throat, but he didn’t say anything. That’s when she felt something poke the side of her foot. She inspected the rigidity with her toes, and a thrill ran through her when she realized what it was. Then she froze.
Jon cleared his throat again and muttered, “You better be careful there, Tess.”
She licked her lips. “I have no idea what you mean,” she replied innocently. Though her feet had stopped moving, he was still growing harder.
“Uh-huh,” Jon said, sounding unconvinced. He seemed to know exactly what she was doing. She turned back to the movie, face going pink, but Tess could still feel his eyes on her. She twitched her feet again, wanting to keep his interest peeked.
A few minutes later, the basement door opened at the top of the steps.
“We are heading to bed,” her mother called down. “You two doing alright?”
Tess was still lounging on the couch with her feet in Jon’s lap. Luckily, her mom didn’t come into the basement.
“Yes,” Tess shouted back.
“How much of your movie is left?”
“About thirty minutes!”
The was a prolonged pause before her mother responded. “Alright then. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight!” they both called back in unison.
The door closed and she rolled to face him. It was getting late. If she wanted something to happen, she’d better get it started now while she had the chance. She ground her teeth, searching within for the nerve to say something. Anything.
“I uhhm… I liked when you touched my foot before,” she blurted out. Her face warmed, and it seemed to take ages for him to respond.
“Oh?” he said without any inflection she could read.
Is he disgusted? She wondered. Intrigued? Or perhaps aroused? Speak, man! Tess’s mind screamed from within.
Finally, he spoke. “Would you like me to massage them?”
“Please, feel free,” she said enthusiastically. “I’d love that.”
“Me… me too.” He set one large hand on the top of her foot and wrapped his fingers around it. Warmth enveloped her chilly foot. He started to massage her arch and she inhaled in pleasure. His other hand joined in, pressing into the ball of her foot and rubbing.
“Mmmm. That feels good.”
He applied more pressure and the nylons let his fingers glide around easily. Her toes spread out in bliss, stretching out the nude fabric between them as far as it would go. He moved up to caress them in his strong fingers. Her toes wriggled enthusiastically as he focused on each stem one at a time. She moaned happily while he worked, sinking into the plush couch.
After thoroughly massaging her toes, he switched his hand placement and kneaded her heel. He pressed into the middle with his thumbs them moved them outward in opposite directions. It felt better than she ever imagined, especially after walking across campus several times that day. She was glad that she’d showered, and her feet still smelled fresh.
“Damn. How’d you get to be so good at giving massages?” she asked as he moved on to her other foot. The new warmth seemed to make her leg melt. “Ohhhh yeeees.”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Mmmmm-hmmmm, I do,” she countered.
“Mostly I practiced on myself from watching… watching videos…” he trailed off. “Then I’d just figure out what felt good.”
“Well you definitely got it down. You’re fantastic.”
“Why thank you.” Jon grinned, keeping his eyes fixed on her feet. He almost seemed transfixed as he squeezed her tender foot from top to bottom.
Tess leaned back and closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her. That’s when his touch became suddenly softer. Instead of applying pressure, the tip of his finger was sweeping across her sole. It barely grazed the silky fabric encasing her foot.
“Ohhh huhuh,” she chuckled, eyes springing open. She sat up to watch him, but she was careful not to pull away this time. The hunger in his grin made desire stir inside her. It was something she’d rarely felt before.
On the next pass across her sole, he added his other fingers. They were surprisingly delicate for how thick they were.
“Huh-huh-huh Ohhh huh-huh. Ohhhh hooo myyyy.”
He zipped over her sole faster. His fingertips slid along the arch then up onto the ball of her foot. There they began to tap rapidly.
“Huh-huh-huh-ha! That tickles,” she said biting her lip.
Jon paused and looked over at her. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no. It…it feels good too.” She buried her face in embarrassment, but then she peeked between her fingers to check his reaction.
His hungry smile broadened, and he turned back to her foot. He brushed her sole with a gentle caress, sending goosebumps up her leg. Then he started tickling it with both hands. She twiddled her toes and tried not to yank her foot back. It tickled so much, but it was sending delightful thrills throughout her body. Tess could even feel her pussy starting to moisten as he tickled all over her left foot.
After that, he moved onto the right one. She giggled and stayed in place, unable to stop staring at his dancing fingers. They trailed upward onto her ankle, then leapt behind her knee. She squeaked as he pressed into the warm crevasse and skimmed his short nails back and forth.
Tess laughed breathily, her leg quivering despite her best effort to keep it steady. So he held it in place with one hand as he tickled ever so slowly with the other, getting higher and higher. Then his fingers disappeared beneath her skirt. Her heart fluttered. She could still feel them inching up her thigh, exploring every curve. Then he switched to the other one.
“My God huh-huh that feels good,” she whispered to him.
Jon twiddled his fingers more quickly, making her laugh harder. When he reached the strip of flesh between her stocking and panties, her leg shook in his grip. He felt along it adroitly as if eager to touch every centimeter of her supple skin. Then he switched back to her right thigh. She did her best to keep her legs apart, giving him room to caress.
His fingers crept into the top of her thigh-high stocking and excitement buzzed through her. But he paused and looked at her again. Tess really didn’t want him to stop. Unfortunately, she was too breathless to speak. She nodded quickly and he took hold of her stocking.
Although she was extremely worried that her parents might come downstairs, something inside was urging her to let him keep going. She couldn’t help it. It was a need unlike anything she’d ever felt. A growing desire only he could fulfill. She wanted to rip off all his clothes and climb atop him, but she suppressed that particular urge.
Tess was still a virgin, and she wanted to stay that way until she was engaged. So she would try to behave like a lady. At least, as long as she could. But Jon was making her wetter than she’d ever been before. She’d had a few orgasms in the past, and she felt that same welling of energy between her legs.
The slinky fabric tickled as he pulled her stocking down her thigh. He paused to swirl his pointer finger in the hollow under her knee. She twittered in laughter, and he continued to pull the nylon over her tensed calf muscle. After he passed her ankle, he began working the shear stocking off her foot with deliberate slowness. She held her breath as he teased her with pokes and soft scratches. Then he dropped the nylon to the floor in a little tan heap.
Once her foot was released, Tess stretched out her lengthy toes. He looked at them with longing in his eyes, and she wiggled them tauntingly, the glittery blue polish catching the overhead light. He took hold of her ankle and lifted her foot higher. Considering the look on his face, it seemed as if he were about to place it on a pedestal. Instead, he pressed his lips to the tip of her big toe.
Jon’s warm kiss sent chills up her leg. She let out a moan and he lifted an eyebrow at her.
“You like that?” he questioned, the excitement plain on his face.
She nodded eagerly and he took her toe into his mouth. Gasping at how good the heated wetness felt, she leaned back and gave him full control. He spread his lips and took the next two toes into his mouth as well.
It felt so good she wanted to scream. But she knew she couldn’t. Perhaps her parents and brother had fallen asleep by now. But either way, she needed to make sure and stay quiet. She didn’t want to wake them and end this experience when she was only just discovering how much she enjoyed it.
“Ohhh huh-huh-huh, yeeeeessss,” Tess uttered quietly. She tried her best to keep her toes still as he dragged his wet tongue across them. He moaned into her foot, making it vibrate. More goosebumps appeared and he traced them along her calf. The tiny bumps continued up her leg and he pursued them with deft fingers. His hand slipped back under her skirt.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she repeated, trying to keep her legs apart as he brushed along her inner thigh. Then he snuck over to the other and used his broad fingernails to sweep up and down it. Pops of color clouded her vision, forcing her head back in pleasure.
Although she burned for him to slip her panties to the side or even touch her through them, she was glad he didn’t. She wouldn’t stop him right now, but she’d told him about wanting to remain pure for the man she planned to marry. Tess was glad at least one of them was respectful of her wishes. He was a true gentleman.
Ecstasy filled her as his fingertips grazed her sole and thigh in tandem. At the same time, his lips devoured her twitching toes. Jon’s fingers on her sole moved faster and faster until they were skittering like mad all over her right foot. His other hand trailed out of her skirt and back down her leg.
Tess was slightly disappointed. She swelled with desperation for him, and she could feel how stiff he’d grown. She knew he must want her as badly as she wanted him. Couldn’t he try and push her boundaries just a little? She wanted more.
A second later, Jon grasped her ankle in his strong hand. Excitement rushed through her as his teeth brushed the pads of her toes. She yelped and her foot began to quiver. Instead of stopping, he nibbled up and down her middle toe. A long peel of laughter rang from her before she managed to stifle it in her inner-elbow.
He stopped briefly and whispered, “Shhh, you better be quiet. You don’t want to get us caught.” Then he tightened his grip on her ankle and went back to licking and nibbling her toes. At the same time, he tickled her sole even quicker.
Tess buried her squeaking laughter as he destroyed her ticklish foot one toe at a time. She was panting and breathless when he tucked her right ankle under his arm and trapped it. He continued to tickle with one hand while the other found her left foot and began to scribble. A fresh thrill shot up her leg and straight to her pussy, making her throb a couple times.
It shocked her how much this was turning her on. Longing for more, she hardly noticed when the movie’s credit roll ended. It went back to Amazon Prime’s home screen and displayed an ad for the next Magic Mike installment. It featured a muscular man covered in oil which sent her thoughts into overdrive.
She closed her eyes and images flashed through her mind. A sweaty, shirtless Jon was overpowering her on the couch. He grabbed her arms, forcing them over her head and restraining them there. She imagined him tearing open her shirt and bra then kissing her breasts passionately. He sucked one of her nipples while gently twisting the other. Her fictitious self protested weakly when he tickled her armpits and breasts.
Suddenly, the real Tess felt a new sensation on the arch of her nyloned foot. It wasn’t in her daydream but was extremely real and extremely ticklish. The fantasy in her mind shattered. Her eyes sprang open as the sensation slid up to the ball of her foot. The thing was much smaller and sharper than Jon’s fingernail.
“Ohhh hoho dear God!” she cried. Then she clasped her hand over her mouth to keep in her laughter. It tickled like hell, but somehow it felt incredibly good at the same time. It drove her completely wild, but he had her well-trapped now. There wasn’t much she could do to stop him without getting herself into trouble too.
“Whaaa huh-huh-ut is that thing?” she asked quietly between giggles.
His only response was to drag whatever it was back down her sole. Then he circled her heel over and over. Tess’s foot shook instinctually, but that just made whatever it was scratch even faster. She tried unsuccessfully to still her foot. That’s when she felt another pointy object on her opposite sole. Without the stocking, it didn’t glide as easily, but it still tickled like crazy.
“Ohhhh! What! Haha,” Tess muttered through her pressed fingers. “What are you doing? That tickles soooo bad! Haha! What are the-ey-ey-ey?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“N-n-nooo hohoho. Haha!”
“Why not,” he asked, shooting her a sly smile. “Do you like it? Do you like when I tickle you, my sweet sexy Tessy.”
She bit her lip in embarrassment, then nodded. She knew her face had to be bright red.
“Then you better say it, just so I know for sure I should keep going.”
“Haha! I like haha… I like it.”
“Like what?” he persisted playfully.
“I like when you tickle me,” she admitted sheepishly.
“That’s good. That’s very good.”
“As long as you don’t use it against me.” Tess poked him in the side playfully.
There was a sudden creek from the floor above, and both of them froze immediately. They looked at each other, then up at the ceiling. The pair of them waited silently, sweating in fear for a solid thirty seconds. Luckily, there weren’t any other noises. Jon grinned then set his hands back into motion, tickling her senseless.
He made the two things spiral faster over both of her sensitive soles at once. Waves of pleasure and ticklishness rolled through her, and she loved every moment of it. She longed to see what he was doing to her that felt so good and so unbelievably tickly. The only thing she wanted more was to feel his hands and hot mouth all over her body.
Eventually, she was so overwhelmed that she had to give in to either her curiosity or her desire for him. So she sat up to watch what he was doing. Tess was surprised to see a pen in each of his rotating hands. He was making the pair of pens dance up and down her soles.
While he tickled both, he was focused more closely on the one still in the nude pantyhose. Each time he located a spot that made her tense or squeak, he twirled it around the area as if investigating it.
When he moved the pen up onto the stem of her littlest toe, she erupted in squealing laughter. That part was so super-ticklish that she started rocking back and forth. He kept at it, scratching up and down her small toe.
Tess pressed her face into his shoulder and wailed. Luckily, his body held back the sound. He moved the other pen over to the nyloned foot and used it to tickle her middle toe. It was too much. She couldn’t take it anymore, not without screaming.
“Ahhhahaaaha Okay! Okay! Okay,” she babbled, trying to keep her voice low.
“Awwww. Is that spot extra ticklish?” Jon teased.
“Pleeehehe! Pleeeeeheeheese not the toes! Haaha!”
“Are you sure? You seemed to like it when I had my tongue on your toes before.”
“Not with the pens!” she begged. “Haaha! They tickle! They tickle too-ooo-ooo much there! Haaha haaha!”
“Alright, I’ll be nice this time.” He winked and dropped one of the pens. “Very nice,” he whispered, slipping the toes from her naked foot back into his mouth. Then he started licking them again.
“Ohhh yessss. Thank you. Thank you,” she moaned.
He grinned around her toes, continuing to lap and suck. Then he set the pen back on her nude sole and began raking it back and forth.
That’s when she started to squirm. It just felt too good. She couldn’t stop herself from gyrating into the couch cushions. Tess squeezed her legs together to create the pressure she wanted, the pressure she needed to cum.
“Ohhh God yeehe-he-esssss,” she moaned,” Soooo gooooood. Don’t stop.”
Jon popped her toes out of his mouth and rested his hand on her shoulder. “Now, now,” he said pushing her gently down onto the couch. “Trust me, you don’t want to rush this.”
She humped the air uselessly, giving him a pouty face. But then she forced her hips to stillness, letting him take control again.
Jon swept his thick fingers up her leg once more and teased her panty line. After that, he gradually removed her other stocking. Then he continued tickling all over her legs and feet. He drew her ever nearer to an orgasm. It was like a rising tide, slow but inevitable.
His methodical tickles, sucks, and touches kept her right on the edge for many blissful minutes. So many she lost track of the time. She even lost place of herself. Soon it was only the feeling of his hands and lips caressing her.
Then without either of them touching her pussy, it began to convulse. Tess covered her entire face with her arms as she moaned, humping the air forcefully. The prolonged orgasm enveloped her, rushing through her like a raging river that had been trapped behind a damn for hundreds of years.
He continued tickling and sucking as she screamed silently, bucking over and over. Her pussy throbbed harder and longer than ever before. It seemed like time stalled. Then she finally sank limply into the couch cushions. There she sighed happily, completely spent.
His hands went still, and he wrapped her in an embrace.
That’s when she started laughing uncontrollably. It took a couple minutes before Tess settled down enough to talk to Jon again. Although she was embarrassed, it couldn’t shut out the joy and satisfaction flowing through her veins.
Tess’s first ticklegasm wasn’t like anything she’d ever experienced before. But she knew for a fact that she would want to do it again and again.
“So, what are we going to do for our fifth date?” he asked jokingly.
She beamed, still catching her breath. “Uhhhmmmm, this?”
Jon chuckled. “A little more Amazon Prime and Tickle Time for the lady?”
“Definitely,” she said leaning into his shoulder and imagining all the possibilities that had just opened to her.
Will there be an opportunity for you to return the favor and give Ember a ticklegasm?
Perhaps! Since @emberdisaster069 is more of a ler, being tickled doesn't turn her on to the level it does for me. We've worked together to give a female lee a few ticklegasms, but I've never made another woman cum on my own. It would certainly be a new and fun experience! If we got a request to do it for a custom video, I'd definitely give it a try. But I'd be so nervous! 😊
You and ember are so cute together, i wonder how bad it'd be if I was the getting tickled by you both
Thank you, anon. I'm sure it would be as terrible/wonderful as it was when we double-team tickled our previous victims. We make a good team. I am gentle, sweet, and praisey while @emberdisaster069 is merciless and extra teasey. She's great at praising and aftercare too. ☺️
Not me patiently waiting for maybe an audio or a small clip of the fair Lady’s first ticklegasm X_X but watching that gif of your toes curling and feet shaking =O may have started something I had to finish because of that…
You should always finish what you start. Unless you're in denial. 😉 I will post a short preview clip of my Ticklegasm soon, but here is a link to the full video. 🥴
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I think deciding between your first ticklegasm and Ember’s tummy getting tickled was among the hardest tumblr decision.
But I’m glad the first one won! The idea of you being subjected to a toe curling ticklegasm just sounds so incredible delicious! X_X
Do you think she will focus on your feet? Or everywhere?
My toes literally curled! 🤭 She just focused on my feet, as I requested. I love having my soles and toes tickled. 🫠 We filmed it, and all my howling glory. It was amazing! She's a devine ler (even though she edged me like 4 times and made me ask to finish 🙊). Her nails were blissful.
Would you and Ember ever consider teaming up and erotically tickling a guy?
We have teamed up to erotically tickle people in the past- one guy and one girl (on separate occasions). We might again someday, but it would have to be someone really special. It's unlikely because I typically only do that sort of thing with partners (at least when it comes to men).
Thanks for the question! Here's a link to the story I wrote about when we subjected a guy to erotic tickles.
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