How is it that I always get myself into these ticklish situations? Tied up, blindfolded, completely helpless, and moments away from having my soft, pampered soles ravished with tickles until I’m a giggling mess…
(Right about now I’m really wishing that I didn’t decide to wear these warm, fuzzy slippers all day!)
Myles must be over the moon about it though! I did find it really odd that he didn’t try to take them off the whole time we we’re hanging out and having drinks… Usually, the first thing he does when we hang out, is to try and get me barefoot! Guess I know why now.
I suppose a lot of this is my own fault. I’m way too kind and trusting! I know that my neighbour Myles has a HUGE foot fetish. I know that he’s in love with, how did he put it? “My divine wrinkled soles!” I even know that he has this crazy tickle fetish, from that time he captured me and tickled my clit to insanity! Honestly, guy’s like a juiced up “Christian Grey!” (Before 50 shades was even a thing.)
So, all things considered, it’s probably like 99% my fault that I’m even here in the first place, wrapped up snug in what feels like a thick blanket, cocooned, with only my head and feet sticking out. Feeling quite vulnerable and knowing full well what’s in store for me… It’s my fault because I trust Myles. Why do I trust him? Because I know in my heart that he would never let any harm come to me. But I also know that I can’t “TRUST” him. He’s way too obsessed with my pretty, pampered feet to be trusted that way!
Which is why he slipped whatever he did in my drink. Why he carried me up to his room. And why he wrapped me up and strapped me firmly to his bed. So, as he slowly slips the first fuzzy slipper off of my satin soft sole, I bite my lip and brace myself in anticipation for the river of giggles to come.
He starts off gently, playfully, stroking light finger tips up and down my sensitive right sole, as if mapping out spots on my foot for later. As he stumbles over the hot spots, I can’t help but giggle, slowly giving away all of my weak spots to my evil captor. Then he slips of my left slipper to repeat the process. I’m guessing my soles look delicious to him, because he can’t help himself from grunting in delight as my second slipper thuds to the floor. (Why do I have to have such soft, pink, pretty feet?!) In between his explorative tickles, he nibbles and licks at my helpless soles and toes, causing me to giggle even louder! God I’m in trouble…
Why do I always have to be right?! No sooner then 5 seconds after having that thought, I hear the loud humming of some terrible tickle tool hovering near the soles of my feet… I curl my toes in anticipation! Whatever it is, it’s effective and precise, as he darts around my soles and toes with it, causing me sudden eruptions of laughter! NO! Get it away from my toes!! But there’s nothing I can do but laugh & flail with what little room I can move my feet.
After letting his tool have it’s way with my feet for a bit, he suddenly stops and asks me “Are you ready to get serious?” What?! None of that was serious?! That’s when I start to feel something sliding between my big toes and wrapping around them… Is he tying my big toes up?! But I already knew that answer. Of course he is. Great. I’m not in trouble… I’m in BIG trouble.
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