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By The Great Scot

Sunday, August 31st 2003 - 08:47:08 PM

First band tie-up/tickle story of many

I've been reading the stories here for a while now, so thought it might be time to add my own contributions to the mix. The stories, though real, have had the names changed to protect any of the participants from recognition.

I grew up and continue to live in a large town/small city in Kansas. In high school, I was in band, which is where most of these stories I will tell, over time, came from. For those who were in band, you know how tight a group your band mates could be. I was in such a group, and there were some loosely organized bondage events, some well organized, and a whole lot of tickling. Due to the number of these stories, I will post them over time.

The first tale I'll share happened on the Friday before Spring Break. Every year, the local university held a high school jazz band competition/festival. Being a t-bone player in the jazz band, it meant a day out of school. Also, since our school was in the same town as the contest, it also meant a butt-crack-of-dawn early performance time, as we were close and didn't have to travel several hours by bus. So we would play our numbers to a sleepy crowd, and have the rest of the day to listen to the competition and, in reality, skip school in a sanctioned event.

My junior year, we did well, and then had a full day to wander. Diane and Halley were never far from me that day. Halley was short and petite, wavy, dirty blond hair to about the bottom of her ears, very zany, and adorable. Diane was tall, slender, a dancer, with very straight, honey-colored hair to her shoulder blades. We were all somewhat dressed up, I was in an oxford shirt, tie, khaki's, and hiking boots. Halley was wearing a button-front shirt, navy pants, and flats. Diane was wearing a button-front shirt as well, tan pants, and flats. Both were wearing pantyhose.

Throughout the day, there had been some trapped tickling going on. Diane and I were sitting on either side of Halley during a performance when Diane grabbed the nearest foot of Halley's crossed legs (sitting Indian-style in the theater-type chair), took her shoot of, and started lightly grazing her nails over the silk-covered foot and toes. Halley, not wanting to make a scene, was forced to endure, and I soon joined in on the other foot. In hind sight, I'm pretty sure Halley liked being tickled, as she would frequently present me with opportunities to tickle her, especially her feet. Later, after lunch, Diane wanted me to carry her (I don't recall why) down the hall, so I picked her up in a cradle carry and marched on, with Halley in tow.
When we were all alone where the hall turned, Halley had me stop, she moved around, removed Diane's shoes, and went to work on Diane's feet. Since I was holding her, she couldn't go anywhere, and my fingers, which were at her ribs while I carried her, began to tickle as well. Diane's feet, which I was very familiar with, were extremely ticklish, but I suspect that she, too, liked being tickled for the most part. She loved my foot massages (one lasting about 4 hours), and was often barefoot in my presence. While some dancers have abused feet, Diane's were always very well maintained (yes, I have a thing for female feet, too), soft, sensitive, and beautiful. And best of all, ticklish.

As the day was winding down, we were growing tired of hearing some of the same songs, most of them played with little feeling, so we retreated to one of the music practice rooms in the music building. In each of these rooms, there is a window, piano, piano bench, chair, music stand, and trashcan. Also, though not soundproof, these rooms were rather isolated, so we had some privacy and insurance against being heard and "caught".

I sat on the window sill, while Diane and Halley took the chair and bench respectively. I took off my tie, and they both took off their shoes, and Halley, who had been wearing knee-highs, took those off as well, leaving her adorable little bare feet very vulnerable. Diane wished she, too, could bare her feet, but didn't want to go find a bathroom in which to disrobe for the last hour of the day. She stated that her feet were tired of being so bound up all day. I told her to give me her feet, and I'd see if I could help a little. She beamed, and turned the chair, putting her feet on my leg. I began a massage, and she loved it, giggling and commenting how much more than usual it tickled since she wasn't barefoot.

After about 10 minutes, she was appeased by the promise of a longer, better massage later, when she was barefoot and would enjoy it more. She said she'd love it, and suggested Halley use me for my skills. Halley's feet were on my other leg before Diane had pulled her's back. I massaged Halley's smaller, bare feet, adding some tickles. Diane helped by tickling Halley's sides, too, and again, after ten minutes, I promised longer, better massages later, and she was content and thankful.

I'm assuming this was planned, but the girls wanted to get a little revenge on me. Since I had been "so cruel" in tickling them, they said they should get a shot at me. Both of them knew I was ticklish, but whether they knew I loved being tickled is open to debate. They said that, since I was bigger, I should give them the advantage. I relented, and sat in the chair. Using my tie (it was a "Triscut tie", or woven tie, as this was the early 90's), they half-heartedly tied my wrists together in front of me. Diane, who was heaviest, sat on my lap sideways, and Halley stood behind me, and they began tickling my sides, stomach, and Halley worked her fingers under my arms from behind, too. I laughed, or more giggled, and it was playful and fun.

However, Diane thought my hands were still too free, complaining that I could tickle her at will. So they stopped, untied one hand, and asked me to put my hands together behind the chair. I complied, and they tied them together again. Still not a really tight tie, given the elasticity of the woven tie, but enough to slow me down. Claiming that was better, they both tickled my ribs, more passionately this time, from the front. Now laughter was joined by squirming and me pulling my arms to try and get free, just out of reflex. Halley proclaimed that would do, and Diane pulled the piano bench in front of me. She then picked up my legs, and put them on the bench, adjusting the bench to where my feet hung off the side, and then sat down straddling my legs. Inwardly, I both groaned and giggled. Halley stood to the side and began tickling my ribs again and more, really working now. I suppose the addition restriction intensified the tickling, because this seemed to tickle more. But I was not unaware that Diane was untying my boots, pulling them off when she was done. She then pulled my socks off, and told Halley she was ready. Halley stopped and moved in front of Diane.

Diane asked Halley if she had ever tickled my feet before, and Halley admitted that she hadn't had the chance yet. Diane indicated she would get that chance now.

Side note, I'm very ticklish everywhere. However, if you were to simultaneously tickle my underarms, ribs, sides, and stomach, it would still not tickle as much as barely tickling my feet. Diane had limited experience with tickling my feet, but it was enough to know it was my most ticklish spot. Add to this that I've worn a size 14 EEE shoe since my freshman year of high school, and that's a lot of very ticklish skin these two were ready to torment.

So they tickled my feet. Although Halley's efforts get an A+, Diane was defiantly a better tickler. Her nails were longer, but she tickled with the same style and grace with which she danced. It was brutally effective, and they loved it. Halley knelt for easier access, and Diane mainly tickled the balls of my feet and my toes, leaving the arches and heels to Halley. They spent about 10 minutes on this, and really enjoyed it. I certainly didn't hate it.

We decided it was time to go, so I was untied, and put my socks and boots on. They both put on their shoes, we all hugged, and left. It really was a fun day, but my mind was already planning ahead to the next time. I figured Halley might want to help me tickled Diane when she was barefoot.

The Great Scot
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