Would you tickle my feet if you found me helpless to stop you?

A few years ago my friends and I were at a RenFaire when we came upon a set of stocks...you know the heavy wooden contraptions with two holes for your ankles to go through and lock you in. In the way old days they would lock the bad guys in these things in the town square, and humiliate them in public. My "buds" convinced me to get in for a photo, so I sat on this bench, put my ankles through the holes, and they locked me in, trapping me good. Then they removed my shoes and socks and began to tickle my feet until I went crazy with laughter. Several strangers even took a crack at me. I was so embarrassed but I couldn't stop them. If you had happened by right then, would you have been tempted to tickle my feet as well? If you saw me being helplessly tickled out of my mind, would you want to rescue me or help tickle me crazy? And if you saw that I was incredibly ticklish would that effect your decision? I'd really like to know what you'd do. How much of the devil do you have in you?

Would you tickle my feet if you found me helpless to stop you?
ooh, so you were in the stocks, were you? What a shame it was a few years ago, as I'm sure the whole thing would be a huge hit on youtube. So in you got and then - surprise, surprise, surprise, your friends insisted on your providing a few (or a lot of) laughs before you were let out. You were so embarrassed and wonder what I'd have done had I happened by just then. (It could have been worse, though - they might have given away your shoes.)





Well, as I always like to get the full story in this type of situation, I'd have bribed your friends to stop tickling your feet. (I would never go to a RenFaire without carrying a suitable quantity of bribes of various sorts.) However tempting it might have been to join them in tickling your feet, I'd want to get the whole story out of you. I'll assume you would tell me the same way you tell it here. Then my unerring Tickledar would size you up and guide me in my course of action. In this case, I would definitely give your barefeet a thorough tickling. While making you laugh I would question whether you were fit to be let out without training wheels - tricked by your friends into getting into the stocks and then tickled against your will? Oh, puh-leeze. Pull the other one; it's got bells on it. Who on earth would ever go to a RenFaire and get into the stocks and NOT expect to have his shoes and socks taken off and his feet tickled? It ALWAYS happens. Only the most unimaginative of friends would simply lure you into the stocks for a photograph, and surely you would never befriend such dullards. So that would not wash with me.





Next I would tickle your feet with an assortment of feathers and brushes and other assorted bristly and pointy objects (I would never go to a RenFaire without carrying a portable Handy Dandy Foot Tickling Kit for just such an occasion) until you obliged me by admitting that you orchestrated the whole thing to lure your friends and give them a golden opportunity to tickle your feet, as there is no way that someone of your expertise at and experience in foot-tickling could have been unaware that they were just itching for a good opportunity to present itself. Embarrassed - my aunt Fanny! I'd keep tickling you until you admitted that it was just what you'd been wanting them to do for ages. Then of course I should have to give your feet an even more thorough tickling until you had to beg - for more. Of course I'd oblige such an amiable request.





Now if I were entirely lacking in Tickledar it's quite possible that I might happen on the scene and be motivated by a strong impulse to rescue you. I could easily see myself bribing your friends to stop with the best of intentions. Then, of course, having stopped everyone from tickling you and being on the point of releasing you from the stocks, I'm sure your barefeet would have enough pull to tempt me into running a finger or two up a sole before letting you out. And then I'd have to run a finger or two up your other sole. That would then mean that I'd have to test your arches, too, and if by any chance your toes were to wiggle I'd have to tickle them as well, even as I knew that I ought to be letting you out of the stocks that very instant. Then just as I'd be on the brink of overcoming my irresistible impulses and letting you go, you'd probably giggle, a sound so enticingly sirenlike I'd have to make you giggle again, and then laugh, and keep laughing, and I'd have to keep tickling you until you went completely insane. You see, however nobly I might happen to resemble Dr Jekyll at first, being that close to your awesome incredibly ticklish barefeet would be quite enough to bring out every last vestige of my Mr Hyde. So if you ever want to summon a Tickle Fiend, now you know what to do. In fact, just answering this question is going to make it difficult for me to control the urge to go tickle me some feet...
Reply:I would remove you from you from that torture device and set you back on your feet again!!
Reply:If I was in an open mood, and your friends were inviting passersby to jump in. If you have nice feet, I would definitely join in for a moment of fun. Normally, I would just admire from a distance as I don't tend to tickle people I don't know. There's nothing wrong with an invitation and open fun. *smiles*
Reply:I would only tickle you if I knew you and I knew that you enjoyed it. I don't generally tickle people that I don't know.





As far as a rescue - you would be on your own, Brad. :o}
Reply:OOOH,YAAAH,defitely would!!!
Reply:hell no
Reply:i would of loved to join them and help them. ;)



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