"Oh yeah. Reminds me of my Tickle Room. A casita I built in the backyard. You ended up in that play room, baby, you were going to get your feet tickled and tortured."
"When I did this one with a girl I picked up at a night club, who only did it because she was drunk off her ass, she either got scared or I tickled it out of her, but as I was working those soles, she wet the seat. Pissed her pants and soaked my rear passenger seat. She had no idea I was going to tickled her feet, I think. She was so drunk she flopped around as I hooked her to the seat. Then I took of her heels and started in. She was wailing. Wildly ticklish feet. Gasping for breath, shrieking, crying, farting...you name it. Then pissed her pants. I beat a load off into a towel as I sucked and licked her soles and then knew I had to get rid of her. So I unhooked her, but I locked the front passenger door so she could not get in and took off on her. I still had her purse so I tossed it out about a half mile down the road. We were about three or four miles outside of town, so I knew she could walk back. There was a side road that lead to a bridge that took me over the river toward my town. When I went over the bridge, I got out and looked back and down toward her way and she was walking all clumsy in her high heels toward her purse. I laughed my ass off. I was an asshole back then. I would not do it today. That was 1989. It was easier to get away with that stuff back then. I never went back to that club, though. I had to get a new back seat out of a salvage. I left the wet one in the salvage. A year or so later I was back for some tail lights and the old back seat was still in the seating section under a big metal canopy shade. It was hot as hell and the seat still smelled a little like urine. I laughed. I almost bought it as a keepsake. I was a prowler back then, setting up women for feet tickles. I would tickle the hell out of them. That sister was my only wetter, though. I never hurt anybody. Just tickled. Beat off. Turned them lose. And they always had to agree to the tickling, unless they were drunk. I tickled them if the y were drunk. Once I kept a pair of high heels and sent her walking in bare feet. I was an ass. She kicked me when I was tickling and did it on purpose so she had it coming. Short walk for her, though. A few blocks. Great times. I got away with a lot. But they were always willing. Dumb ass chicks."