My Tickling Torment

Let tell you what happened to me recently. I had been working alot of overtime at work. So, when I got home I was pooped! All the I could think about was a steamy hot bubblebath, food and a nap. As I was laying in the tub, running the washcloth between my toes, rubbing RICH, soapy lather all over my arche’s then along curved calves, legs and pussy, I felt all of the tension from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head just melt away.
After I dried off I rubbed lotion all over my body, from the sole’s of my feet up to my perky breast. I then hopped on the top of the bed, on my stomach, completely nude. Just as I was dozing off I felt my boyfriend's wet tongue running along the sole’s of my feet. I pretended like I was asleep but the tickling sensation was just too much to bare. When I tried to pull my feet away, Jerry would grab a foot, lay on top of my legs and hold my feet firmly and began licking and tickling my sole’s with his long fingernails. I broke out into a hysterical laughter. I was just too tired to fight back! Finally he quit and I fell asleep. When I awoke, I found myself tied to the bed. Jerry came in with a sinister grin on his face. At that point I knew that I was in for the tickling of my life, And there wasn't a DAMN THING that I could do about it except lay there and take it. Jerry put a stool at the foot of the bed and began SLOWLY raking the bottom's of my feet with his sparp fingernail's. It was maddening !! I laughed so long and hard I thought that my lungs would explode. He showed my feet absolutely NO mercy at all! After he had tickled the shit out of my poor feet, he’d stop for a few minutes so that I could catch my breath. The room was fell silent. Then I felt two fingertips in my armpit’s. I went bananas! My back arched high above the mattress as I twisted and turned trying to break my restraints. But, I knew that was impossible and that I was totally at his mercy. Then he started tickling my smooth, shaven, armpits with his fingernails and fingertips. Tears were running down my face, beads of perspiration were forming on my forehead and I was laughing at the top of my lungs. I simply couldn’t stand one more stroke. But, of course, I got it anyway! The armpit tickling continued for what seemed to be forever. Jerry then SLOWLY slid his fingertip’s from my armpit’s down to my ribcage. I knew that I had reached my limit. I couldn’t take even one second of rib tickling. I yelled at Jerry to stop and told him that I meant business. He knows that the merest touch or polk in my ribs sends me into orbit. I pleaded and pleaded, begged and screamed but, it all fell on deaf ears. Jerry dug his fingertips in and began his RIB MASSAGE. My hard and continuous laughing was causing my stomach to cramp. Jerry didn’t seem to give a damn and continued his vicious tickling attack! Jerry finally stopped. I thought that my torment was over but Jerry had only gone downstairs to get some water. When he returned I felt his nail’s on the sole’s of my feet again, running from just below my toes down to my heels! Once again the sounds of hysterical laughter rang throughout the house. I thought to myself, “will this mother fucker ever stop?!”. Don’t get me wrong I love to be tickled but DAMN, Jerry just goes nuts. Any other time I would have LOVED it but not after me working so many hours at work and being so tired! On and on he concentrated his efforts on my wrinkled arches. Then he started running his fingers between each and every toe. Jerry then replaced his fingers with his tongue, I mean, my feet were DRIER in the bathtub, hahaha.
Jerry finally untied me, dryed my feet off and let me get some sleep. Boy is he going to get his!! ;-)