Personal Experience Stories! (Patreon)

Hello everyone! ❤During this month, I listed my poll as asking which real experience of mine you’d all like me to share.

First off, I wanted to thank you all for participating! It means a lot to me to just have you all here. I do tend to be a pretty private person, but I do still like connecting with people. You all voted for me to share my most intensive tickle experience. I kind of figured this one would win, but I was also kind of worried that it would because it might come off as probably the least exciting of the possible answers and I hate disappointing people. I’m going to try and write this as interestingly as I can. I hope you all enjoy it!

I’ve had very few real intensive experiences with tickling. Some of you may know that I did do some Craigslist tickling sessions back when I lived up North in the states, but I’m not super open about that. That’s kind of what started my anxiety behind privacy. Even now, I’m hesitant about talking about it. But instead I may bring up two different instances that could apply here.

The first of which is about a girl that I dated in high school. I’m not listing real names here or anything, so let’s call her Jane. Jane was super cute, nearly perfect in every way in terms of my unorthodox tastes in girls. She was very petite, with adorably mousy features which I always really liked, and was as energetic as she was intelligent and introspective. She and I connected in a lot of ways, even helping each other through the process of coming out as we were both around that age.

We started dating and eventually began to become more physical with one another. Both of us were still really inexperienced, which helped. As we started playing around and experimenting more, I felt inclined to tell her about me and my fetishes. At the time, I really only had two main fetishes; feet and tickling. I had not yet turned into the degenerate that I am today that can list off a ‘what makes me horny’ cover of Yakko’s World. Her feet were absolutely hypnotically adorable. Petite like the rest of her and very soft to the touch. Most importantly though, they were extremely ticklish. This was like a high for me. She was a real princess, everything that I wanted to be, but I had to tell her what all I was into.

Before then, I had always kept it hidden. I never told anyone about my fetishes for fear of being ridiculed or labeled as being weird. So coming out to her was still a challenge for me. Jane was kind, however, and helped me through it. She was very understanding and actively wanted to learn more about that whole side of me. So I told her about how feet, especially ones like hers, got me off. I told her that tickling, both giving and receiving, also was a fetish of mine. In the exploratory phase of our relationship, we did try more to incorporate all that.

Jane was very subby. This was at a time where roles were not as well defined in either of our vocabularies, but that’s what she was. This was a huge plus because of how petite and adorable she was. Her overall aesthetic made for a fun sub-partner. All this came out over the course of our exploration. She knew that I liked to worship her feet, so she started not wearing socks to school to make them more appealing after. Embarrassed to say, but it would make them sweatier. She knew I liked that. She liked the feeling of my tongue on them and enjoyed the rush of making day-to-day changes like that with my desires in mind. She knew that I liked tickling, so when I’d come over to her place after school, she would bare them almost immediately to entice me to tickle her. Slowly, and through no real intention of doing so, my fetishes started to rub off on her. She found it exciting to imagine being vulnerable and tickled by me and soon by anyone. I’d make passing threats that I’d tie her up and tickle her for hours and she really seemed to enjoy it.

The more we talked about it, the more we started to plan actually trying out an evening of bondage and tickling. Neither of us had access to legit ‘equipment’, so we just kind of used whatever. Duct tape mostly. But we planned for a night where my family was all out of the house and I sneakily invited her over. We slipped out of our clothes, I brought her to my room, and we had the whole night to ourselves. She was very excited to get started. I taped her spread eagle style to my bed and laid out a series of tools that I had prepared. Different feathers, an electric toothbrush, a hairbrush, a pen, and maybe a few others.

That’s what started the night of my first real tickling session. While I usually am more subby myself, she definitely made domming fun for me. I tickled her all over her tiny little body. She was ticklish pretty much everywhere (her thighs and chest were some of her most sensitive spots), but she was far more responsive on her feet. I used my nails on both at once. I commanded her to keep them pulled back and still while I feathered both of her soles at once. I wrote out cute little phrases on her soles in pen like ‘Haha’ and ‘Ticklish’ and “Please tickle me!’ Then once I had both feet covered in ink, I scrubbed them both clean with a shower brush (this really got her screaming) and started again. She loved every second of this! We had chosen the safeword ‘chocolate’, but no matter how loudly she screamed, she never said it. I had to stop every now and then just to make sure I wasn’t just mishearing it. What really got her close though, however, was the baby oil and hairbrush. I used both sparingly while still keeping up the sadistic tone we both enjoyed. I’d hold one little foot in my hand to keep it still and just scrub away for as long as I thought she could take it.

With breaks, all this went on for about an hour. After which, we paused to take care of…. other needs. I ‘rewarded’ her for being such a good partner while getting there myself. Once all that was done, I started the tickling back up again. I’d try my best not to bore her by getting experimental, but all in all the most enjoyable for us both was tickling her feet. I made her beg to have her feet tickled, hold the feathers between her toes like a good girl, and eventually made her climax while tickling her feet, which she described as the most intense thing she’s ever experienced. We went back and forth between tickling and intimacy about 3-4 times before either of us were too tired to keep going. It was probably around 6 in the morning when we finally stopped and fell asleep.

So that’s my most intense experience from the giving side… now…

During my first year in college, I was staying on campus and studying musical theatre. Having moved to a new city, I made several good friends that were all coming out of their shells and just excited to be living on their own for the first time. During the first few months, I was invited to a party. It started at a friend’s place and eventually moved to being on campus, specifically behind our blackbox theater. This was where a lot of people would go to drink and get high after shows. I was never into any of that. My body can barely handle over-the-counter flu medicine, it certainly doesn’t do well with drugs or alcohol. But while we were there, everyone else was getting pretty wasted despite it being a smaller party. This isn’t important to the story at all.

Anyway, we broke out into introductory games because we were all still getting to know one another. Truth or Dare became the evening, with the added rule of ‘you can decline the truth or dare if you finish your drink’ aiming to get people drunk faster. With that in mind, things quickly got intense. Some dares made people strip completely while some truths made people reveal intimate information like craziest place they’ve had sex or how many partners they’ve had. One of my truths was revealing what turns me on. I was a little more comfortable doing so because none of them already knew me, everyone was being vulnerable, and we were (debatably) more mature at the time. So I revealed that I get turned on by tickling. This came and went without much discussion behind it. It wasn’t like it was the most memorable thing from the evening.

However, a few days later, me and the same group were back hanging out behind the blackbox. We were just chilling, talking about the current show we were working on. I forget how it got to this point, but the guy sitting next to me reaches over and pinches my side. I squeak. It’s a really easy way to get a little shriek out of me. But encouraged by my response, he does it again. I start giggling and try to back away. He keeps trying to tickle me. I know this sounds uncool, and it probably was, but I can’t pretend like it didn’t turn me on a little. Just being playfully tickled made me want to encourage more of it. He kept trying and I kept pretending to put up a fight. I guess I gave off the ‘into it’ energy or something, but more of the group started to join in.

Eventually, they had me surrounded. The focus of everyone was to tickle me more, which “yes please!” It wasn’t in a humiliating way, more of a ‘we know she likes it so as long as we don’t go too far, it should be okay’ way.

I’d like to point out that that is not a good line of thinking! You should always get explicit consent from your partners, no matter what you know they like!

…but yeah, I was super into it, so I let it happen. Wanted it, even.

And this may be triggering in some cases, but I just want you all to know that this was not aggressive or violent in any way! The tone was always playful and well-meaning!

One guy held my arms behind my back while another alternated between pinching my sides and digging into my armpits. They kind of had me sitting on a small bench at the time. Two of the girls wrapped their arms around my ankles and each tore away my shoes and socks. They each scribbled their nails over my feet as fast as they could. Even by then, I was already screaming with laughter, but them getting my feet made it so much worse! I laughed and laughed, sure that they would get in just a quick intensive tickle and move on. But no, they actually went on for quite a while. The girls counted my toes with their nails. The boys tickled all over my torso while avoiding my breasts. They were gay, so I wasn’t too worried about being touched in a clearly inappropriate way.

About half an hour later, they stopped. I know writing and reading tickle stories can give a skewed idea as to how long half an hour of tickling is, but it is A LOT for a person as ticklish as I am! I’m pretty sure they only let me go when I was gasping for air and my face was deep, deep red. But they all stopped and helped me collect myself. The girls put my shoes and socks back on. The boys helped me fix my hair. It was arguably a very invasive move on their end to initiate it, but I’ll admit that that modest kind of aftercare was actually really sweet coming from so many partners at once. It’s what allowed the moment to end on a positive tone, how I can look fondly back on the memory of that moment instead of wondering if I was actually being bullied or abused.

After that, we kind of talked about it in passing, but nothing like that really happened again. At the time, it had gotten me quite aroused. I’m glad it stopped when it did, but I remember going forth actually wanting something like that to happen again. I just never got the courage to openly ask for it. Even still, I’m very hesitant about opening that side of myself up to people irl.

So those are my two bigger stories coming from both directions. Neither of which are super ‘story’ worthy, but other than that, there’s been very little interactivity on my end. I tend to keep to myself most of the time. Even now that I’m writing full time, I have very little reason to leave the house, so I’m more reclusive now than I ever have been.

Thank you all for reading and for coming with me into the next month! I love you all!