Michael's Torment

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October 3, 1983
4:00 PM EST

As the cast of Family Ties were all preparing to go home after another day of work, Meredith Baxter-Birney had a huge smile on her face. She was none-too-pleased with the fact that a certain Michael J Fox had managed to upstage her. Well, today, she would make him pay for daring to upstage her. She would make him pay with his laughter, that is. Meredith had silently crept up behind him.

"Wha-, what?" Mike asked, as he turned around.

Meredith placed a halothane-soaked washcloth in front of Mike's face, causing him to pass out. Meredith gently lifted up Mike's unconscious body, and she was amazed by how light he felt. She carried Mike into the relaxing room, while she gently laid him on the bed. Meredith then began to mummy wrap Mike from his ankles up to his neck, so that Mike was completely immobile, and he could only move his head.

Meredith slowly removed the shoes and socks from Mike's feet. Next, she grabbed some string, as she began to tie Mike's big toes together. Then she waited patiently for Mike to come to.

"What the heck?" mumbled Mike, as he tried to move. "Where am I? Why can't I move?"

Meredith decided to make her move, as she reached into her make-up kit for two small brushes and began to run them up and down the soles of Mike's feet. Mike immediately burst out into helpless laughter, as he tried to squirm away.

"Oh, Mike, listen to you laugh," Meredith taunted. "Oh, my, you have such lovely ticklish feet. I am really enjoying this."

Mike just gave into helpless laughter, as the tickling sensation was so unbearable. He was laughing so hard, he couldn't even plead with Meredith to stop.

"So you thought you could upstage me, huh?" Meredith asked, smirking. "Well, I am now making you pay for it. Your laughter is such music to my ears. Let's focus on those arches for awhile, shall we?"

Meredith spent the next couple on minutes indulging in tickling Mike's arches, as Mike laughed all the harder. Meredith smiled to herself, with pleasure.

"Oh, Mike, are you enjoying yourself?" Meredith asked. "I think you are, with the way you keep laughing your pretty little head off. You know, Mike, the more you laugh - the more I enjoy tickling those soles of yours."

Mike felt like he wanted to faint. He kept trying to will himself to not be ticklish, but it wasn't working. He felt completely helpless.

"Aw, you poor thing," Meredith taunted. "I bet this must be so unbearable for you. I bet you're really suffering beyond belief, huh? You desperately want me to stop, don't you? Well, unfortunately for you, I have no intention of stopping anytime soon. You know, I could tickle those soles of yours all night long."

Mike decided that trying to will himself to not be ticklish was useless. He decided the best thing he could do was surrender himself to the extreme tickling sensation.

"Feel like such a big shot, now?" taunted Meredith. "So you thought you could get away with upstaging me, huh? Everything comes with a price, you know. Well, now you are going to pay up!'

Mike continued to laugh helplessly, as his extremely ticklish soles were completely at Meredith's mercy. All things considered, though, he had to admit that he didn't completely hate having his soles tickled. The resulting laughter did release endorphins into his system, after all - which gave him a little burst of euphoria.

"So what are you going to do about it, huh?" Meredith asked, smirking. "There is nothing you can do about it, except laugh and laugh. That is your punishment, for having the audacity to upstage me."

Mike felt himself going insane from the ticklish torment. It was obvious that Meredith had some kind of grudge against him.

"I really do enjoy tickling those soles of yours," Meredith said, grinning wickedly, "You have such gorgeous feet, you know. The fact that they're so ticklish is definitely an added bonus."

Meredith felt great pleasure in tormenting those soles of Mike's. To her amazement, she also realized that her resentment towards Mike was starting to melt away. Perhaps it was the sound of his laughter that did the trick. Mike was known for having a very captivating laughter - and his tickling induced laughter was certainly no exception.

After about two hours, Meredith finally decided that it was time to give Mike a rest. Mike was panting quite heavily on the bed.

"So, Mike, how was it?" Meredith asked, as her lips curved into a smile.

"Oh, my, it was such unbearable torment," Mike mumbled. "I swear, you really are a sadistic tickler. You know, though, I never meant to hurt you. If you have a problem with my status on the show, you should just talk to Gary Goldberg about it. It's not like I bribed him about my status or anything. It was a decision he made on his own, so you should talk to him."

"Look, Mike, I'm sorry," Meredith said, softly. "I guess I was being a bit petty and self-centred. You really are a great person, and I really can't stay being resentful of you. I really do want us to be friends."

"So you're not going to tickle me some more?" asked Mike.

"Not unless you want me to," Meredith said, smiling.

"Uh, no, thank you," replied Mike. "I'm still worn out from being tickled so much. How long was it, anyway? It seemed to me like an eternity. I thought you would never stop!"

"Naa, it was only two hours," Meredith explained.

"Two hours?" gasped Mike. "That is a very long time, you know."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," replied Meredith. "I guess I just got a little carried away."

Then Meredith began to unwrap Mike, as she let him free. Meredith then helped Mike sit up. Mike then reached out to embrace Meredith. Meredith hugged Mike back. Her resentment towards Mike had completely dissipated, as she felt a newfound fondness towards her co-star.

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November 6, 1985
6:00 PM PST

Earlier in the morning, Tracy Pollan had made a bet with Michael J Fox.

"Hey, Michael," Tracy asked, sweetly, "are you going to flub up any of your lines today?"

"Well, I certainly don't plan to," Mike replied, a bit flustered. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, Mike," Tracy said, smiling, "let's make a bet, shall we?"

"Uh, okay, what kind of a bet?" Mike asked, a bit apprehensively.

"Okay, you said you're not going to flub up any of your lines today, right?" Tracy asked.

"Well, gee, I hope I don't," Mike said, blushing a little. "So what does this have to do with your bet?"

"Well, Mike," Tracy said, with a wicked grin, "if you flub up any of your lines today, even just once, then you have to let me tickle your feet for as long as I desire."

Mike stared at Tracy wide-eyed, unable to believe what he just heard. When, as soon as he recovered, he quietly asked, "So what if I don't flub up any lines today? Then I get tickle your feet for as long as I like?"

"Nope!" Tracy said, grinning. "If you don't flub up any of your lines, then I'll give you a nice long massage using aroma therapy."

Mike thought for a minute, then he grinned and said, "You're on, Tracy."

"Good," replied Tracy, feeling ecstatic. She just had a feeling that today would be her lucky day. She planned to watch Mike like a hawk, just waiting for him to mess up on a line.

oooooooooo

Tracy felt like she was on cloud nine. As predicted, Mike did indeed mess up on a line today. In fact, he messed up on two lines. She was feeling so giddy with excitement, as she went to grab a pair of foot stocks and some soft comfortable pajamas from her car - and she brought them into the relaxing room. She then ran into Mike, as he was walking out of the changing room.

"Hey, Mike, why don't you go these pajamas on?" Tracy suggested. "I want you to be nice and comfy, you know. I'll be right out here waiting for you, okay?"

"Uh, okay, sure," stammered Mike, as he went back into the changing room to put the pajamas on. Then, about three minutes later, he met Tracy right outside the dressing room.

"Okay, Mike, come with me," Tracy urged, smiling. "A bet is a bet you know. You lost the bet, so now it's time for you pay up. I'll make you pay up good, with your laughter. I'm sure many have told you before, you have a very nice laugh. I wish they had you laugh when filming Back to the Future."

"Uh, yeah, thanks, I guess," stammered Mike.

"Hey, Mike, what are you so nervous?" Tracy asked, smiling. "Trust me, it's not going to be so bad. All you have to do is laugh and laugh. You're already very good at laughing, you know. I'm sure you're charmed many people with your laughter."

"Yeah, but I don't know if I can stand being tickled," Mike said, quietly. "I mean, especially on the soles of my feet. They've got to be the worst. Even just ten seconds of being tickled there is unbearable. I can't believe you put me up to this, Trace."

"Well, it's too late to back out, now," Tracy said, tauntingly. "Do you want to be known as Michael J Fox, the famous actor who shirks out of keeping bets, huh?"

"Uh, no, not especially," Mike whispered. "Come on, then. Let's get this over and done with."

"I'm afraid it's not going to be over and done with for at least two hours," Tracy said, grinning wickedly.

"That's how long you plan to tickle me?" Mike gasped.

"Part of the bet was that I could tickle you for as long as I desire," Tracy said, smiling. "Well, Mike, here we are. Go lie face down on the bed now, and rest your head on that pillow."

"Oh, okay," replied Mike, as he complied.

Tracy then slipped a sack cloth over Mike's hands, as she snapped the handcuffs around his wrists behind his back. She then lifted up Mike's feet and placed them into the stocks.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Tracy went to answer it, and she saw that it was Justine Bateman on the other side.

"So, Tracy, what's up with you?" asked Justine.

"Well, Mike just lost a bet that we made," explained Tracy, "so I am just about to tickle those soles of his. He's going to pay up with his laughter."

"Hey, that sounds awesome!" gushed Justine. "May I stay in here and watch?"

"Of course you may," replied Tracy, grinning.

She then went to pat Mike down, to make sure he felt relaxed and comfortable. Tracy then sat at the foot of the bed, as she ran her fingers across the balls, causing Mike to burst out into helpless laughter. She then ran her fingers up and down the soles, while Mike continued to laugh helplessly. Then she ran her fingers into the arches, as she took great pleasure in knowing that the extreme tickling sensation was greatly unbearable to Mike.

"Oh, Mike, listen to you laugh," Tracy taunted. "You're having so much fun, aren't you? I love making you laugh so helplessly. Your laughter is music to my ears."

"Wow, Tracy!" gushed Justine, "I am so enjoying this. He laughs really nicely while being tickled. He's got such ticklish feet! I think we should do this more often. Anyway, this is certainly good payback for all the times he tickled me while I was in a bad mood."

"I think so, too," agreed Tracy. She then took great pleasure in relentlessly running her fingers up and down Mike's extremely ticklish soles, as they were completely at her mercy. She greatly relished the sound of Mike's helpless laughter.

Mike was laughing too hard to speak. He just couldn't take the unbearable ticklish torment - and he couldn't believe he let Tracy put him up this. He felt completely helpless, as he was unable to jerk his feet away. He tried to will himself to not be ticklish, but it didn't work. He felt like he was going to faint. He buried his face into his pillow as he just gave into helpless laughter, while he squirmed a bit. He really had no choice but to bear the extreme ticklish torment.

"Aw, poor Mike," taunted Tracy, "your soles must be so unbearably ticklish, huh? You just can't stand it, can you? You so badly want me stop tickling your soles, don't you? Well, unfortunately for you, I have no plans to stop anytime soon. You know, Mike, I could do this all night. I have no meetings to attend to, no appointments to keep, no places that I need to go to. I could just keep tickling those soles of yours all night. How would you like that, huh? Your laughter brings me such great pleasure."

"Yeah, Mike," agreed Justine, "you have no choice but to laugh helplessly and suffer."

Mike had to admit that, in spite of the unbearable ticklish torment that he was suffering, it felt pretty good to laugh. One thing was certain, his laughing sure seemed to relieve stress quite a bit, and his laughter did seem to make him feel happy. The resulting laughter from the tickling sensation had done its part to release endorphins into his system. He no longer tried to struggle against the tickling sensation. He just buried his face into his pillow while he gave into helpless laughter and actually surrendered to the unbearable tickling sensation. It was the best way of coping with the torment.

When two hours had finally passed, then Tracy decided it was finally time to give Mike some relief. She then released Mike's feet from the restraints, then she freed Mike's hands. Mike was then panting heavily on the bed.

"So, Mike, how was it?" Tracy asked, her lips curving into a smile.

"Oh, Tracy, it was such unbearable torment," Mike mumbled. "I just couldn't stand it. I was suffering the whole while. I must say, Tracy, you really are one sadistic tickler."

"Oh, I am, eh?" Tracy replied, grinning. "Maybe I should tickle your soles more often. You do have a great laugh when you're being tickled."

Mike thought for a moment, then he replied, "Yeah, okay, I guess. Can we please keep it to, say, 15 minutes in the future? I'm not sure I could take it for two hours again. That is a little excessive, you know."

"Yeah, okay, fair enough," replied Tracy, smiling. "So, anyway, Mike, since you've been such a good sport about this - let's give you a massage, now, shall we?"

"Sure, Tracy," Mike replied, smiling, "that would be lovely. I would love a nice massage. I bet you're really good at them."

"Well, thanks, Mike," Tracy replied.

"Hey, can I have a massage, too?" asked Justine, as she spoke up.

"Tell you what," Tracy said, smiling, "let's take turns giving each other massages, okay?"

"Sounds like a deal," replied Justine.

"Sounds fine with me, too," added Mike.

"Okay, then, let's go," urged Tracy.

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March 12, 1986
4:00 PM PST

"So, Mike, did you have fun in the jacuzzi?" Christopher Lloyd asked his young friend.

"Oh, it was great and relaxing, Chris," replied Michael J Fox.

"So, Mike," Chris continued, "I must say, it's always a pleasure getting to spend time with you. I've really had lots of fun filming Back to the Future with you."

"Yeah, we're just like Doc and Marty," Mike said, grinning. "People say that there is great chemistry between us."

"Well, Mike, you are such a nice young fellow," Chris remark, as reached out to tickle Mike's sides. Mike collapsed to the floor, laughing. "You're also quite ticklish, I see."

"Oh, please, please, stop," Mike gasped, through laughter.

"Oh, I think you love it, Mike," Chris said, teasingly, as he went to tickle Mike's belly and ribcage. "I really love making you laugh, Mike."

After about five minutes, Chris finally gave Mike a chance to catch his breath.

"Gee, Chris, what was that for?" Mike gasped, as he flashed Chris one of his famous lopsided smiles.

"I just love to see you laugh," Chris said, grinning wickedly. Then, after glancing at Mike's bare feet, he continued, "Tracy tells me you have very ticklish feet, Mike. Is that true?"

Mike grimaced a little, as he replied, "Oh, gee, that is the absolute worst spot on my body to be tickled. I'm not kidding!"

"So, on a scale of one of ten," Chris said, with a roguish smile, "how ticklish would you say the bottoms of your feet are?"

"Oh, gee," Mike mumbled, blushing a little, "it's at least a ten. Sometimes I think it's more like a thirteen, though. They are horribly ticklish."

With a mischievous grin, Chris reached out to run his finger across the bottom of Mike's right foot. Mike immediately jerked his foot away, accidently kicking Chris's arm.

"Oh, gee, Chris," Mike said, apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to kick you."

"Wow!" Chris gasped, stunned. "I guess you weren't kidding about having very ticklish feet. So I gather you can't even hold your foot still for five seconds, when it's getting tickled."

"Oh, gee, it's impossible!" exclaimed Mike. "It's like asking me to keep my eyes wide open while I stare straight into the sun. The natural reflex is to jerk my foot away."

"Well, Mike," Chris said, quietly, "how would you feel about being tied up while I tickle your feet for awhile?"

Mike was quiet for a moment, then he smiled and asked, "Would you like to do it, Chris?"

Chris was a little taken aback. It wasn't the response he expected to hear at all! "Yeah, Mike, it would be my pleasure to do so."

"Okay, then," Mike said, flashing Chris his famous lopsided smile, "you want to do it now?"

"Well, I don't have other plans for the moment," Chris said, smiling, "so, yeah, we can do it now. Just come with me."

"Can I at least change out of these trunks, though?" asked Mike. "I'd rather wear something dry."

"I understand, Mike," replied Chris. "Here, put on these pajamas. They should make you nice and comfy."

"Okay, Chris, I will," replied Mike, as he removed his trunks and put on the pajamas.

Chris then went to grab some foot stocks, some handcuffs, and some sack cloths - and when he returned to the bedroom, Mike was changed and sitting on the bed.

"Okay, Mike," instructed Chris, "lie face down on the bed, now."

After Mike did so, Chris slipped a sack cloth over each hand, the he used the handcuffs to restrain Mike's hands behind him.

"You're not too uncomfortable, Mike, are you?" Chris asked, softly.

"Uh, no, I'm fine," replied Mike.

"Good," replied Chris, as he then fastened the foot stocks onto the bed, and secured Mike's feet into the stocks. Chris then surveyed his work proudly. Mike was in a completely helpless position, and his feet were immobile.

"So, Mike," Chris asked, softly, "are you nervous?"

"Oh, yes," mumbled Mike, "to say the least."

"Why are you nervous, Mike?" Chris asked, teasingly.

"Because you have me restrained in a helpless position," Mike replied, "and my feet are horribly ticklish."

"Well, just try to concentrate on laughing," suggested Chris. "Laughing is good for you, you know."

Then Chris decided to make his move, as he ran his fingers up and down Mike's soles, causing him to burst out into helpless laughter.

"Oh, Mike, listen to you laugh," teased Chris. "You do have such lovely ticklish feet."

Mike was laughing too hard to respond. The tickling sensation was so unbearable, and Mike began to squirm.

"Oh, Mike, is this too unbearable for you?" Chris said, smiling, as he continued to run his fingers up and down Mike's soles without mercy. "Try not to focus on the sensation, Mike. Just focus on laughing. Laughing is such good medicine, you know."

Mike gave into the helpless laughter, but he couldn't take his mind off the tickling sensation. Even as he surrendered to the sensation, he could never quite get used to it. He would go insane from the ticklish torment, and start squirming like mad. It was a sensation that was torturous and pleasurable at the same time. The ticklish sensation was unbearable, but he didn't completely hate it. The resulting laughter would release endorphins into his system, giving him a little burst of euphoria.

"You know, Mike, this can be such good therapy," Chris continued. "Also, just think. You're getting a very good workout from this. Do you know that, for about every ten to fifteen minutes that you laugh, you can burn between ten to forty calories? This means, after two hours, you will have burned at least 120 calories? So this can be very good exercise for you."

Mike just continued to give into the helpless laughter, and it was a bit hard for him to follow what Chris was telling him. He could hear Chris saying something about laughing being good exercise, but it was hard to pay attention to Chris when the tickling sensation was so unbearable. He was torn between knowing whether he should just surrender to the tickling sensation, or try to take his mind off it. It was easier to do the former, though. There just was no way to get used to the sensation, though.

"See, Mike, this isn't so bad, is it?" Chris asked, softly.

Tracy Pollan did have a regular routine of tickling his soles for about fifteen minutes - which even that could be unbearably long. Two hours was far worse, though. He wasn't sure if he could endure two hours of this - but Chris, of course, gave him no choice.

"Admit it, Mike," Chris said, softly, "you're really enjoying this. You're having a lot of fun. You enjoy having the soles of your feet tickled just as much as I enjoy tickling them and making you laugh. The only drawback to this is, I'll have tired hands after the two hours is over. It's certainly worth it, though."

After the two hours had finally passed, Chris then freed Mike from the restraints, as Mike was on the bed panting.

"So, Mike, it looks like you've had a great workout," Chris said, as he gave Mike a back massage. "You're certainly sweating up a storm."

"I guess I did," Mike mumbled, as he enjoyed the back massage. "Gee, every second of this was so unbearable - but I must admit that it was pleasurable, too. It sounds a bit contradictory, but it's true."

"Right, I know what you mean, Mike," Chris said, as he gently helped Mike up from the bed. "Tickling sure does blur the line between pain and pleasure, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, pretty much," agreed Mike, as he flashed Chris another one of his famous lopsided smiles. "It is very uncomfortable, but I wouldn't say that it's painful."

Chris reached over to hug his friend. He was so amazed by how good-natured his friend was being about the whole thing. It was not hard at all to figure out why Michael J Fox was one of the most beloved movie and sitcom actors of all time! He had a very sweet and pleasant personality, as well as being a darn great actor.

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April 10, 1986
4:30 PM PDT

"Gee, Justine," Michael J Fox said, groaning, "do you really have to be so thorough about this? I can't even began to tell you how nervous I feel about this."

"Oh, why are you so nervous, Mike?" Justine Bateman asked, teasing. "It's really not going to be all that hard, Mike. I mean, really, all you need to do is laugh and laugh."

"Yeah, but the soles of my feet are way too ticklish!" Mike protested. "I'm telling you, Justine, it's so unbearable to be tickled there. I just can't take it."

"Oh, yes, you certainly can take it, Mike," Justine protested. "You have before - you can now. Besides, you really have no choice at all in this matter. You really have no choice but to take it, Mike."

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Mike. "So how long do you plan to tickle me, Justine?"

"Oh, for a full two hours," Justine replied. "So are you ready, Mikey baby?"

"I feel so helpless," mumbled Mike. "You have me restained to this bed so securely, and I can't even wiggle my feet."

"That is the whole idea, Mike," Justine replied, grinning wickedly. "The soles of your feet are completely at my mercy. I'll have so much fun tickling them, and you won't even be able to do anything about it - well, except laugh and laugh."

"Oh, gee," groaned Mike, "why do the soles of my feet have to be so dang ticklish?"

"I dunno, Mike," Justine replied, grinning, "but that's part of the fun in tickling those soles of yours, is in knowing it's absolutely unbearable for you."

"I can't believe you're doing this to..." Mike started to protest.

Without warning, Justine began to run her fingers up and down Mike's soles - as Mike burst out laughing helplessly. He buried his head into his pillow, trying his very best to block out the extreme tickling sensation. Justine was relentless, however.

"Oh, Mike, are you having fun?" taunted Justine. "That's right, Mike, just keep right on laughing. Your laughter is music to my ears."

Mike began to thrash his head onto his pillow, as Justine suddenly ran her fingers into the arches - which were especially ticklish. As unbearably ticklish as his arches were, Mike had to admit that it was his favourite spot to be tickled. Mike stopped struggling, and he surrendered to the unbearable tickling sensation - as he enjoyed the sudden endorphin high. He was laughing helplessly into his pillow.

"You're doing good, Mike," Justine said, encouragingly, as she began to focus on the balls of his feet. "Your laughter is so captivating. You know that? We can do this for two hours. I am having so much fun doing this to you, Mike."

Mike felt so helpless, and he was going insane over the intense ticklishness. He could not believe how sadistic his co-star could be. She was actually taking pleasure in the fact that he was suffering from the extreme ticklish torment.

"Oh, poor Mike," Justine said, tauntingly. "You so desperately want me to stop tickling your soles, don't you? Well, unfortunately for you, I have no intention whatsoever of stopping anytime, soon. You have such lovely ticklish feet, Mike."

Even as Mike surrendered to the extreme tickling sensation, he would never be able to get used to it. As Justine ran her fingers into the arches again, tears began to fill Mike's eyes. He felt so helpless, and there was no way for him to take his mind off of the extreme tickling sensation.

"Admit it, Mike," Justine said, softly. "You're enjoying this. You enjoy being tickled on the soles of your feet - just as much as I enjoy tickling them and making you laugh."

As much as Mike was suffering from the unbearable ticklish torment, he really could not deny anything that Justine said.

"Oh, sure, a part of you may desperately want me to stop," continued Justine, "but I know there is another part of you who is loving this, and wants me to continue. Well, I have have every plan to indulge that part of you."

Mike had to admit that Justine was right. Anyway, the more he laughed, the more he felt that endorphin high coming over him. Still, he was not real sure how much more of this he could take.

"You're doing really good, Mike," Justine said, encouragingly. "The more you laugh, the more I just want to keep tickling those soles of yours. You always have such a captivating laugh, Mike - even when it's from being tickled."

Mike tried to hold in his laughter, but didn't succeed. The more he tried to not laugh, the harder he began to laugh. He finally resigned himself to the fact that it felt good to laugh. He began to thrash his head against the pillow, as he was once again made aware of how unbearable the tickling sensation way.

"I know how much you desperately want me to stop, Mike," Justine taunted. "I can imagine that you are wishing so desperately that I would stop tickling those soles - and it gives me great pleasure to know that I'm not even halfway done, yet. That's right, Mike, no matter how much you desperately wish that I would stop - I have no intention of stopping for a long time. You're hopelessly stuck, Mike."

Mike felt so helpless. It was bad enough that Justine planned to exploit his extremely ticklish soles for a long time, but did she have to rub it in, too? Of course, he knew it was her way of making sure that he never got used to the sensation. It was her way of insuring that the tickling sensation was unbearable to the end.

After what seemed like forever, Justine had finally relented. Mike was panting on the bed, as he was trying to recover from laughing so much.

"I can still feel this tingling in my soles," Mike mumbled. "You're really quite a sadistic tickler, you know?"

"You know you love it, Mike," Justine insisted, as she started to free Mike from all the restraints. "Just admit it. You really do have a nice laugh."

"Yeah, thanks, I guess," replied Mike, as he began to sit up in the bed.

"Maybe, next time," Justine said, grinning, "you will think twice about trying to tickle me, when I'm in a bad mood. Right, Mike."

"Uh, yeah, okay," replied Mike. "Gee, Justine, you really got me good."

"Well, since you've been a good sport about this, Mike," Justine commented, "would you like me to give you a nice massage, now? It'll really relax you, Mike."

"Uh, yeah, thank you," Mike replied, as he flashed Justine a lopsided smile.

"All right, then," Justine replied. "Why don't you lie back down on the bed, and I will give you a nice back massage."

After Mike lay face down on the bed, Justine started to rub his back, Mike sighed, contentedly, as the back massage was so relaxing.

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February 16, 1985
2:30 PM PST

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and Michael J Fox and Nancy McKeon were just spending some time in Mike's apartment. The two have been dating for about a year and a half now. Mike had one little favour he wanted to ask out of Nancy.

"Hey, Nancy," Mike asked, softly, "you know that extra computer you got a couple weeks ago?" When Nancy nodded, Mike added, "Well, listen, I hate to impose - but can I maybe have that extra computer? I don't exactly have enough money to buy one for myself - and, well, considering that we've been dating for a long time..."

"Of course you can, Mikey," Nancy replied, as be began to rub Mike's shoulders. Just as Mike smiled gratefully, she added, "I could give you the computer under one small condition. I just need you to do one very small thing for me. How does that sound?"

"Oh, I'll do anything for you, honey," Mike replied, as he smiled at his girlfriend. "Just name whatever it is that you want me to do, and I'll just do it for you. Your happiness sure means the world to me, and you're just such a sweet and lovely woman."

"All right, then," Nancy commented, as a wide grin spread across her face. "Here is what I would like you to do for me. I would just like for you to let me restrain you to your bed, so that I can tickle the soles of your feet for as long as I desire."

Mike could hardly believe what he heard. After all, his girlfriend knew just how ticklish the soles of his feet were - as she would sometimes playfully tickle them. Once, she even managed to tickle them for five minutes long, until he actually fell off the bed.

"Oh, please, Nancy," Mike replied, grimacing. "You know I can't stand being tickled there! I really don't mind if you wish to tickle me elsewhere, but I sure can't stand being tickled on the soles of my feet. I mean, they're really just ticklish - and being tickled there is just pure torture. I can't believe you're asking this of me!"

"Either you let me tickle the soles of your feet to my heart's content," Ellen replied, with a smirk, "or you're not going to get that computer. What will it be, Michael? It's not even going to be that hard. All you need to do is laugh and laugh and laugh!"

"The last time I had the soles of my feet tickled so relentlessly," Mike explained, "was when Meredith had knocked me out, mummy-wrapped me, and tickled them for about two hours straight. I can remember how that experience was pure torture for me."

"So what's it going to be, Mike?" Nancy asked, as he ran his finger along the dimple in Mike's left cheek. "You do want that computer badly, don't you? The least you can do for me is let me tickle the soles of your feet and make you laugh. I even brought some fleece pajamas for you, as well. That way, you can be as comfy as possible."

"All right, Nancy," Mike said, sighing. "I guess I'll go ahead and let you do it. I'll put these pajamas on right now, and I'll wait for you in the next room. I don't think you quite realize just how unbearably ticklish the soles of my feet are, though."

"Of course, I realize how unbearably ticklish the soles of your feet are," countered Nancy. "Why else would I want to tickle them so relentlessly? It sure wouldn't be as much fun to tickle them if you could stand it. Oh, I'll have so much fun, Mike!"

As Mike changed into his pajamas, he couldn't believe his sadistic his girlfriend could be. She was actually taking gleeful pleasure at the prospect of tickling the soles of his feet without mercy - and, thus, making him suffer within the process. He had never really felt quite so leary before. Would he be able to survive this whole ordeal?

"Hey, Mike, it's Nancy," Nancy called out, as she knocked on the door. "Are you all dressed up in your pajamas, now? I want you to be comfy and all relaxed, before I start tickling the soles of your feet. It'll make the experience as intense as possible."

"Yeah, I'm ready," Mike replied, as he opened the door. He noticed that Nancy was holding a pair of handcuffs and some stocks that extended the width of the bed, with fasteners that would hook the stocks right onto the bed. Mike began to shudder.

"All right, Mike," Nancy replied. "Lie prone on the bed. Remember, Mike, if you don't cooperate with me, you're not going to get that computer. You know how much you want that computer, Mike, right? The only payment I'm asking for is your laughter."

Mike felt extremely nervous, as Nancy snapped his wrists into the handcuffs behind his back. After fastening the stocks onto the bed, Nancy gently lifted up each leg - as she locked his ankles into the stocks. She then grabbed some string, as she began to tie his two big toes together. Mike suddenly began to feel so helpless.

"Just try to relax, Mike," Nancy sugested, as she rubbed his shoulders. "You shouldn't be so nervous. There's really not a whole lot you have to do. All you really have to do is laugh, and maybe squirm a little. It's not going to be that hard for you to do at all."

Mike was at a great loss at how he should respond. Before he really had a chance to say anything, Nancy began to run her fingers up and down the soles as his feet - as he immediately burst out laughing. He began to squirm, as he was unable to jerk his feet away. The extreme tickling sensation was just too overwhelming for him.

"That's right, Michael," Nancy said, tauntingly. "Just keep right on laughing. Your laughter is such music to my ears, and it's just so captivating. Go right ahead and squirm all you want, Michael - but remember that your extremely ticklish soles are completely at my mercy, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it."

Tears were in Mike's eyes, as he was laughing too hard. He had to admit that he didn't completely hate the tickling sensation, as it released endorphins into his system. He just couldn't take his mind of the extreme tickling sensation, however.

"The only thing you can do about it is laugh and laugh," Nancy continued, as she ran her fingers into the arches - which were especially ticklish. "I'm having so much fun doing this, and I'm going to do this for two hours. You won't be able to stop me!"

Mike knew that his girlfriend was right. It didn't matter how much he squirmed, he just couldn't get away - and he was unable to jerk his feet away, as they were completely immobile. As Nancy just relentlessly ran her fingers up and down the soles of his feet, he was just going insane from the intense ticklish torment. It was so unbearable!

"Just face it, Mike," taunted Nancy. "It's really a vicious cycle. The more I tickle them, the more you laugh real captivatingly - and the more you laugh real captivatingly, the more I want to tickle them. Your laughter really is such music to my ears."

Mike was so exhausted from squirming, he finally stopped. He knew he had no other choice than to embrace the extreme tickling sensation and laugh it out. He decided to just rest his head on the pillow, as he freely gave into rather helpless laughter.

"See, Mike, it's not so bad!" Nancy commented, as she ran her fingers into the arches again. "You're doing such a good job, and I just love hearing you laugh. I don't want you to get so used to the sensation, though - so I'll be sure to shift my tickling patterns every few minutes or so. I want your tickling experience to be intense to the very end."

Michael knew that his girlfriend was right, and that she'd never let him get used to the sensation. She'd rather do her best to make the sensation as intense and unbearable as possible to the end. He couldn't believe what he actually got himself into.

"I know you desperately want me to stop tickling your soles," Nancy continued, "but I sure have no intention to stop anytime soon. You'll have no choice but to lie here and endure this. You have such lovely ticklish feet, and I enjoy having them completely restained and at my mercy. I love how you can't just jerk them away from me."

After what seemed like ages, Nancy finally stopped tickling Mike's feet - as Mike was panting heavily from laughing so hard. It really had been two hours of pure torment for him, and the soles of his feet were tingling from being tickled so much.

"How about I give you a massage?" Nancy suggested, as she began to release Mike from the restaints. "You know, I could listen to you laugh all day. You'll sure have to let me do this more often. You know, it's also a really good work out for you."

Mike didn't say anything. He just sighed contentedly, as he enjoyed the back rub. As much as he loved Nancy, he just wasn't sure he's be so willing to endure the torment again. Maybe he could compromise, and she'd only tickle the soles for fifteen minutes in the future. He wasn't sure he'd be able to take being tickled for two hours again.