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Original Story: The Ghost and Ms. Muir F/M, adult

Source: www.ticklingforum.com

Original Author: NightFeather

Original Posting Date: 10/02/2025

THE GHOST AND MS. MUIR

Gretel sat at the dinner table eating the meal her mother had prepared while listening to her father tell another boring work story. She was struggling to look like she was paying attention, eyes darting around the room, when she felt it, a feather running across the sole of her foot. The soft touch was accompanied by a ticklish sensation.

The urge to laugh wasn’t too strong, so Gretel was able to stifle an involuntary giggle. she instinctively moved her foot from side to side, but knew it would do no good. Looking down, she could see an ephemeral hand coming through the floor, fingers passing through the leather on the bottom of her shoe.

“So Jenkins sent form 809b instead of 809c,” her father was saying, “As you can imagine, that didn’t make accounting very happy!” At that moment, a second tickling caress on her other foot. A quick giggle escaped her lips. Fortunately, her Dad thought she was laughing at her joke. she granted Simone a rare smile.

The meal again descended into quiet as all three of them went back to their meal. A second light, brushing sensation hit each of her feet. Gretel **** down another giggle, clenching her jaw. her feet moved more now, up and down and side to side, trying to avoid the translucent hands. It didn’t do much to lessen the sensation.

“Gretel dear, please sit still. There is no excuse for poor table manners,” her mother said, her New England accent apparent with every word.

Gretel tried to **** her legs to remain motionless as the tickling continued to build. she wasn’t terribly feather ticklish, but their persistence was starting to break her resolve. Gretel tried to keep her lips pressed together, but a couple of high pitched squeals managed to escape. her mother immediately fixed her gaze on her.

“Did you find that funny? I know you are eighteen and technically an adult,” she snapped, “But you will continue to respect your parents as long as you live here!”

She was actually nineteen and normally Gretel would have reminded her mother of that angrily. Right then, however, she didn't think she could talk without breaking into a string of giggles. Instead, she just nodded her head while her hand clenched her fork in a **** grip. she knew she had to remain in control. But it was so hard!

It seemed like both her soles were now covered in that light, feathery soft touch, moving back and forth from heel to the balls of her feet. Simone closed her eyes now even as tears started whelming up in them. she looked down to see both ephemeral hands hard at work, all five fingers penetrating her shoe leather to continue their attack.

“Answer your mother,” her father said, a firm look on her face.

Unfortunately for Gretel, her tickler was waiting for that moment before launching her true attack. As Gretel, with no other real choice, tried to speak. the feathers shifted and attacked her toes. The downy softness slid over the pads, down the stems and slipping in between. she broke into a stream of giggles.

“He ehehehehnrrggg heheh sohohorryyyy h eheh ehe eheh I dididdntt she e ehehe mehehenn heheh tuhuhu beheheheh dihhiissrespectful eh ehehhehe…”

“Gretel, neither your father nor I are amused. Take your plate and finish eating in your room. No matter what your age, you are acting like a child, and neither of us wish to see it.”

With that pronouncement, the tickling stopped. As she stood, Gretel saw the translucent hands slide back into the floor. she picked up her food and, without another word, walked upstairs into her bedroom.

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Gretel was at her desk reading through her history textbook, her empty dinner plate pushed off to one side, when she came. Through the wall came the image of a woman, as translucent as her hands. She was wearing a simple dress with a long, pleated skirt that almost went down to the floor. Her hair was in a tight bun, and there was a disapproving look in her eyes.

“Gretel,” she said in a prim and proper voice, “I still cannot believe that a lady of your years is still in school. In my time, you would have started your family and most had several children. It does seem like a tremendous waste of time.”

The woman that appeared had a faint green glow as she floated about a foot above the ground. She looked to be in her mid twenties and did appear to be somewhat attractive, with auburn hair and fine features. Her dress, however, hairstyle and lack of makeup gave her a severe appearance. The expression on her face, haughty and unyielding, did not help, either.

“Well, Sarah, I was sick a lot during kindergarten and they decided to have me repeat the year. Normally when you’re nineteen you would either be in college or done with school. I’m just lucky I guess, getting to still live at home at my age.” The sarcasm was practically dripping.

She had first seen the ghost almost five years ago when her family had first moved into the house. She was dressed exactly as she was now, like a woman out of the 19th century. Her speech as well sounded like it was from the past, though it was peppered with expressions and syntax she had evidently picked up in the decades since her ****.

“You know I find it improper for you to call an older, married woman by her first name,” Sarah sniffed, “You should address me as Mrs. Parker, and do so with much more respect than you currently do. With all that education **** upon you, you would think that good manners would be a part of the curriculum.”

Of course Sarah had freaked Gretel out when she first appeared. she told her mother immediately. When she was skeptical, she had begged and begged her parents to believe her. However her mother was a practical woman. When the ghost never appeared to her or father, she deemed it all foolishness and punished her. Gretel had quickly decided that mentioning Sarah to her mother again would be pointless.

“Just how old are you,” Gretel snapped, “You don’t look much older than me, so I don’t see why I need to offer you any respect.” she honestly wished to find a way to make the pesting poltergeist go away. Unlike the ones in the movies, she was neither frightening nor comical, just annoying.

“You should know a lady never confesses her true age. Even if you were correct, however, you would still not be considering the decades I have spent since I shuffled off this mortal coil. That more than makes me your senior. Now, if we have exchanged sufficient banter, I have a request to make of you.’

A request? Gretel was confused. For most of her time living in the house, Sarah had simply just been there, appearing at random. Often she would ignore her, occasionally posing a question or scolding her for some action she felt was improper. It was more like having a second mother than anything else. She certainly had never seemed to want anything from her. If anything, Sarah had acted like she was beneath her.

Things had started to change on her eighteenth birthday. It was then that she had started tickling her, like she had done at dinner. She offered no explanation for her actions or even acknowledged it had happened the next day. There was certainly no playfulness connected to the strange actions.

“What do you want, exactly?” Gretel asked, turning in her chair to face the ghost. Her face as usual was a stoic mask, but she thought she could feel a **** in her, as if she didn’t want to say the next words.

“I need you to befoul yourself through an act of self gratification,” she said with icy cold words, “Or to use a crude expression from your times, to flick your bean.”

Gretel could only stare at Sarah, completely amazed by her words. she undoubtedly would have done a spit take if she had a mouth full of liquid. The request from anyone would have been absurd and insulting, but from this prim, straight-laced woman from the past, it was unimaginable. It was like hearing your grandmother go on a ten minute swearing streak with plenty of F-bombs and worse.

“It is not that I would enjoy seeing this,” Sarah said curtly, “To remain on this side of the curtain and maintain this form, I need to obtain life energy. This energy is most commonly generated by sexual acts, as new life stems from such deeds. It is for this reason I have been waiting for you to achieve adulthood. You certainly now have the years even if your lifestyle leaves something to be desired. Alas, I can wait no longer, and as you seem unlikely to bring home a husband anytime soon, this must suffice.”

“Hardly the proper actions of a married lady, don’t you think?” she had no intention of masturbating for her, but was growing concerned as to what she might do if she refused.

“It is not something I look forward to, but we all bow to necessity,” she answered, “Besides, as you say, I am not some blushing maiden. I also know what unmarried women do when they cannot find a willing gentleman. Now please begin, and can we both get on with our evening.”

While Gretel had nothing against masturbation, having done it since she was first able, the thought of doing it while Sarah watched was too humiliating to consider. Not to mention, the idea of being drained of life energy sounded both dangerous and terrifying, like something from a bad horror movie.

In all her dealings with Sarah, however, she had learned that she had little respect for emotional outbursts. They were not a good method of communicating with the specter. You had to be passionless and restrained to get her to listen. Probably a symptom of growing up so long ago. It meant she had to deal with her in a very specific way.

“I’m afraid not,” Gretel said after her initial shock had disappeared, trying to mimic Sarah’s formal tone despite the insanity of her request, “I have a history test tomorrow and I need to focus on my studies. Could you leave please so I can concentrate?”

“Oh bother,” Sarah said, floating over to her, “I guess we will have to do this the hard way.” With that, she reached out with both hands and began tickling Gretel

Sarah’s ghostly hands phased through the bottom of Gretel’s chair, the seat of her shorts and her g-strings to make contact with her soft buttocks. As they had on her feet, her insubstantial fingers felt more like feathers than flesh, sending the sensation a thousand ants scurrying across her backside.

“YEEEEKK! Whwhahahatt ah ahahahah ahaha whahahahttt ahahahah theheheheh hehehehllll ah ahahahah!” Gretel shrieked like a child on the playground, bounced up and tried to turn around to face her assailant.

“I’m afraid Gretel that I cannot take ‘No’ for an answer for this. Again, necessity is the master of us all,” Sarah said, moving around to be again behind Gretel, “Luckily, I am prepared. Why do you think I’ve been tickling you for the last year? I had to practice my technique.”

Gretel spun around, like a dog chasing its tail, trying to get away from Sarah’s fingers. Being a ghost, however, she could easily float behind her, fingers never leaving their target. They caressed her glutes, moving from down by her thighs to near her upper back.

“Stawwppp ah ahahahah ahahahah stawwppp ahahah thahahahtt, yuhuhuhu hahahah bihihittchch aha ahahahahah” Gretel’s laugh was high pitched, more like a woman’s than a man’s. It was a steady stream of giggles, not at all like the sputtering, muffled titters she had released downstairs.

“You know you will pay for that insult, knave”, Sarah said. She kept on hand tickling her butt cheeks, while the other moved to her crack. Her downy soft fingertip slid up and down the crevice, stroking the place where the sun did not shine.

That was too much for the ticklish lady. Being driven into a state of hysteria, Gretel gave another shriek and started to move away from the ghost, not concerned at all with where she was going. Again, Sarah had no issue keeping pace with her, never trailing.

Gretel reached the door, laughing harder and harder, prepared to run out into the hallway, focused on nothing more than escape. In her distress, she forgot that she had locked it. Even as the feathers kept dancing over her skin Gretel tried to work the door lock. With her coordination slipping by the minute, she couldn’t quite work the lock, trapping her inside.

“Now, now, if you go out there, you’ll only summon your parents. We don’t want that, do we? I doubt they’d understand.” Her index finger swirled around Gretel’s puckered anus, dancing over that delicate part of Gretel’s body. With a bellow, her knees grew weak and she collapsed to the ground.

“H AHA AHAHAHAHAH PLEHEEHEHEHEHSSEEEE H AHAHAHAH PLEEASEEE HAHAHAH SAHAHAHRRAHAHAHAHH AHAHAHHAHA STAWWHAHAHWWPP AH AHAHAHAH!!” Gretel’s laughter filled the bedroom, and she felt her strength start to fade away.

At that point Gretel may not have minded her parents bursting in despite the possible consequences. Unfortunately, there was little chance of them hearing. When they bought the house, Gretel’s parents added a new master suite on the first floor. Gretel’s room was on the second floor on the other side of the building.

Gretel rolled around as if on fire, fully hysterical, until ended up on her stomach. Barely able to think, she started crawling away from Sarah like a soldier going under barbed wire on the obstacle course. It didn’t stop the feather fingers on her ass or lessen it in any way. she only made it a few feet until her arms gave out and she was lying flat on the floor.

“I do regret this, Gretel. It would have been better if you had simply shown your elder some respect and complied,” Sarah said, shaking her head, “In my time we said that to spare the rod is to spoil the child. Well, you are no girl and I am not capable of holding a rod, so this will have to suffice. Hopefully, you will learn your lesson.”

Fingers never stopping to slide delicately over Gretel’s posterior, Sarah started sinking into the floorboards. Soon, she was only visible from the waist up. This put her closer to Gretel’s ass, lessening the need for her to reach down. It also allowed her to do something positively wicked.

Gretel was overwhelmed by laughter, sweat running down her beat red face. her laughter now sounded nothing like it had downstairs. It was loud and piercing and a bit out of control. Gretel pounded the floor with the palm of one hand, trying somehow to withstand the ticklish ****. What was coming next would push her over the edge.

Without warning, Gretel felt a light touch on her pussy lips. The new sensation ran through her like lightning, slamming into her mind like a sledgehammer. Combined with the stroking on her buttocks, the tickling was now pure ****. she started cackling and howling, her laughter now bordering on insanity.

“YA AHAHAHHAH AHAHAHAH N N HA AHA YAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHNNNNN HA AHAHAHAHAHA MEHEEHEHEHRRCCYYYY AHA AHAHAHA AHAH CAAHAHAHNNTTT HA AHAHAHA NOHOHOOOHOO MOHOHORREEEE H AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!”

Beneath the floor unseen, Sarah’s leg bent in a way no corporeal being’s limbs could bend. Her large toe had penetrated her pants and now lightly slid over Gretel’s lips. It was a silky whisper on her mound, making them leak with each pass. It was pure ticklish agony, and her resistance started to break with every swipe.

“That’s it, Gretel, laugh for your superior. You never had a chance of defying me. I have been subduing young women before your great grandfather was born, and you might be the weakest of all of them. Gootchie, gootchie goo, Gretel! In my time, that’s what we would say to babies, but as you have barely put up more of a struggle than they, those words still seem appropriate.”

Gretel was barely aware of Sarah’s words anymore. The phantom woman’s foot twisted slightly, and her other toes found Gretel’s taint. They started wiggling over the bit of flesh, a new sensation added to her ****. Tickled on both ass and privates, she cackled louder and louder. A touch of insanity started growing in her bellows. With the little strength she had, Gretel kicked her legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

“I am sorry you do have to suffer so much,” Sarah said, “Perhaps this will make up for my cruelty, or at least make sure it ends more quickly.”

Playing her last card, Sarah’s other foot found Gretel’s entrance. Toes now traveled up and down its length. Unlike her other tortured body parts, being feathered there brought out conflicting sensations. It tickled, sure, but it also sent waves of pleasure washing over her. her insane cackles began to be interspersed with moans and groans.

Sarah kept her in that state of what seemed an eternity, laughing like a madwoman while becoming more and more excited. Two hands and two feet were more than enough to devastate the young woman. Even as she tickled, however, Sarah paid careful attention to her laughter. Decades of practice had taught her when her hysteria would reach its peak, the point after which further torments would be counterproductive.

She could also feel her sexual need in her lips through her toes. As she stroked, it grew wetter and pulsated more and more. Sarah wasn’t worried about her finishing early. Her toes were not substantial enough to stimulate her to that point. If anything, the sexual contact that could not end in climax became yet another torment for the young woman.

Sarah kept Gretel in this state of ticklish and erotic torment for minutes. her laughter grew more and more faint and her body started trembling on the floor as she no longer had the energy to thrash her arms and legs. Eventually, sensing her prey was on the verge of complete exhaustion, Sarah stopped.

Gretel just lay there for several minutes trying to recover. Tears had stained her cheeks, her shirt was wet with sweat and a pool of drool was just below where her mouth had been. Catching her breath alone took time. Regaining the strength to get off the floor took even longer. Eventually, she did just that.

“Now,” Sarah asked, “Are you ready to do as I ask?” She folded her arms, giving her a stare that would have intimidated a rabid wolf.

Gretel could only nod her head, a look of defeat on her face. As much as she didn’t want to do it, she didn’t dare oppose her. The tickling was just too much. Legs still shaky, she made her way to the bed and climbed onto the mattress. she started to pull down her shorts, an expression of humiliation plastered across her face..

“Oh please,” Sarah snorted, “I am quite familiar with the exposed body of a young lady, I have regrettably seen my own. Now get on with it please. Here, to help I will give you some visual stimuli. This will serve as a replacement for the pornography you usually view.”

Unbuttoning her top, Sarah put her breasts on full display. Gretel couldn’t help but appreciate them, noticing their perfect shape and perky nipples. They confirmed for her that she had indeed been a young woman when she passed. Sarah could have easily been in the pornography she disliked.

With a sigh, Gretel pulled out the lube she kept in her nightstand hidden underneath a pile of papers. she began to perform the act under Sarah’s careful examination. Her eyes never left her, somehow forcing her to meet her gaze. It made her feel like a trained animal in a zoo. Shame filled her, but she carried on. Fortunately, the ordeal had left her excited enough that it didn’t take long.