One day last week I had a visit from a fellow tickler and we spent a great day tickling Ariel until she couldn't take anymore. The next day I put her into my stocks and tied her toes back with soft red shoelaces. As soon as I touched her soles she started laughing and begging me to stop and I realized she was still super sensitive from the hours of tickling the day before.I explioited her hyperticklishness with my fingers, a fork, and a soft paintbrush. I her with what I call "stationary tickles", putting the brush or one finger in a spot on her soles that I knew was very sensitive and letting...

One day last week I had a visit from a fellow tickler and we spent a great day tickling Ariel until she couldn't take anymore. The next day I put her into my stocks and tied her toes back with soft red shoelaces. As soon as I touched her soles she started laughing and begging me to stop and I realized she was still super sensitive from the hours of tickling the day before.I explioited her hyperticklishness with my fingers, a fork, and a soft paintbrush. I her with what I call "stationary tickles", putting the brush or one finger in a spot on her soles that I knew was very sensitive and letting her wiggling, twitching feet do the tickling for me. She would grab the chair and clench her jaw while trying unsuccessfully to hold her soft foot still before melting in laughter. Truly diabolical tickling if I do say so myself.