feetfetish
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- Jan 11, 2008
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Main Characters:
Courtney- 18: Victim
Jamie- 18: Tickler
It was a normal day of cheer-leading practice. Courtney was going on top of the pyramid, and flipped off and landed perfectly to the ground. Then Jamie came up to her. She asked for a favor. Courtney listened.
"Listen, I am sorry that you gave away my necklace. It didn't mean that much, I got plenty of others. Here, to make it up, I will invite you over to my house for a sleepover, maybe we will watch Atonement if it's playing" Jamie apologized.
Courtney was convinced. For several weeks, Jamie had been all over her just for giving away her necklace for stealing her boyfriend. Not once had she ever apologized for her reaction even after herself apologized to Jamie. Finally they may once become friends again.
After practice, Courtney went home. She asked her parents if she could sleep over at Jamie's house. It was Friday. They agreed, and Courtney packed all her stuff and headed to Jamie's house. First thing she noticed was that her parents weren't home. Usually most of the time she came over, they were there to greet her.
Strange.
"Oh, they went out to San Francisco for their date." Jamie replied.
"K, so what are we going to do first?" Courtney inquired.
"First, I need to show you something..." Jamie replied.
They walked up the steps up to Jamie's room. When they opened up the door, Jamie walked over to her purse. She pulled out nail polish.
"Want a pedicure? It's a rosy red polish, it's very awesome. Want to try it out?" she asked.
"Sure." Courtney asked. She hadn't gotten a pedicure in a while. Ever since Jamie denied her as her friend anymore, she cleaned off her toe nails and left them plain.
She took out the brush and swiftly combed the toenail with the polish and eventually it was over. It was nice getting her feet a new style.
Then Jamie asked if Courtney would sit on her bed while she pulled out her own sleeping bag. When the bag was pulled out, Courtney noticed that it wasn't a sleeping bag, but a gym bag.
"See, when you gave my necklace away, I was devastated. My grandmother gave it to me before she died. It was worth more than just a necklace." She sat next to Courtney. Then she tackled her down. And with her arms, she pulled the gym bag up.
"I couldn't stand it. Now that you gave it away, I feel like you need a punishment," Jamie went on. "Word on the school grounds is that you are extremely ticklish."
"What the he--" Courtney yelled. But Jamie covered her mouth.
"See, with my own money, I had to buy some things for you." Jamie held her down and opened her gym bag. She pulled out rope and put them around Courtney's wrists. Then pulled out another piece of rope and wrapped them around Courtney's ankles.
"You're crazy! Let me go!" Courtney struggled.
Then she pulled out another set of rope and tied her arm bounds to her ankle bounds, to make a hog-tie. Jamie looked at Courtney's now bound feet and said, "I had always had a thing for feet..." she pressed against Courtney's sole and scratched it.
"AHAHAHA! Why are you--- MAHHAHAH-- doing this--- UHAHAHA-- to me?" Courtney struggled. It was no use. Jamie had full control. Courtney had been a victim of tickling all her life, and her feet was the primary victim.
"Didn't I already tell you? See, we WERE even, but now I want to set it differently. Ya know, I like your reactions to me tickling you. Wanna do some more?" Jamie teased.
She forcefully started raking her soles and started putting some in the toes. Then in the heels, she rubbed them, and went up to brush the foot.
"PLEASE ST---HAHAHAHAHHAH-OP!" Courtney cried.
"Oh... I guess my fingers aren't really teaching you a lesson, huh?" Jamie said unmercifully.
She went into her gym bag and pulled out a hairbrush.
"Oh please god no..." Courtney pleaded.
Jamie scrubbed Courtney's soles non-stop.
"AHAHHAHAHHHAHA!"
Then Jamie moved onto Courtney's underarms. She scrubbed under the shoulder blade.
"AHHAHA!"
"Not very much of a reaction there..." Jamie declared.
She went onto the ribs and started scratching them.
"MAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!"
"Ooh, I found a good spot, didn't I?"
"PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE HURTING M-- AHAHHAHAHHAHA!"
Jamie didn't want to listen to complaints. She was wanting some payback.
"So, think you have had enough?" Jamie asked, looking pitiful.
"Yes... please..." Courtney sighed. Maybe it was the end.
"You don't sound convincing... again with your FEET!!" Jamie said evilly.
She picked out a feather and brushed the feathers to Courtney's feet, which were crunched to resist the tickling, but too bad Jamie knew how to get past it. This time, she attacked the heels to arch then to the toes.
"AHHAHHAHAHHAHHA!"
Jamie now had an evil expression. She wiggled the feathers over and over to the center and then she flipped and now scratched the center of the soles.
"MAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAAP!" Courtney begged
"Don't you want to have fun?" Jamie sounded sadly.
Then Jamie reverted back to her hands. This time, it was the biggest amount of tickling that she ever done. Her nails scratched the wrinkly soles over and over and then her toes were bent back and she took the tip of the feather again and went under there.
"MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THIS IS N-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA-- OT FUN-- AHAHAHAHA--Y!" Courtney cried.
"Seems fun to me." Jamie suggested.
"PLEASE LET ME GOOO!"
"Not yet, honey, we still have to get to the stomach again and then maybe I will let you go. Now I am just enjoying my time tickling your feet..." Jamie sped through to say. Less talk, more tickling.
Courtney yanked and broke free from the hog-tie. She pounded Jamie in the face. Knocked out.
Courtney would have left the scene, but after the 20 minutes of hell, she thought it might be fun for some payback.
*an hour later*
"Jamie... oh Jamie..." Courtney whispered into Jamie's ear.
Jamie woke up. With her arms and her feet tied to the bedposts of her bed, she knew what she was in for. She was prepared for the fight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Courtney- 18: Victim
Jamie- 18: Tickler
It was a normal day of cheer-leading practice. Courtney was going on top of the pyramid, and flipped off and landed perfectly to the ground. Then Jamie came up to her. She asked for a favor. Courtney listened.
"Listen, I am sorry that you gave away my necklace. It didn't mean that much, I got plenty of others. Here, to make it up, I will invite you over to my house for a sleepover, maybe we will watch Atonement if it's playing" Jamie apologized.
Courtney was convinced. For several weeks, Jamie had been all over her just for giving away her necklace for stealing her boyfriend. Not once had she ever apologized for her reaction even after herself apologized to Jamie. Finally they may once become friends again.
After practice, Courtney went home. She asked her parents if she could sleep over at Jamie's house. It was Friday. They agreed, and Courtney packed all her stuff and headed to Jamie's house. First thing she noticed was that her parents weren't home. Usually most of the time she came over, they were there to greet her.
Strange.
"Oh, they went out to San Francisco for their date." Jamie replied.
"K, so what are we going to do first?" Courtney inquired.
"First, I need to show you something..." Jamie replied.
They walked up the steps up to Jamie's room. When they opened up the door, Jamie walked over to her purse. She pulled out nail polish.
"Want a pedicure? It's a rosy red polish, it's very awesome. Want to try it out?" she asked.
"Sure." Courtney asked. She hadn't gotten a pedicure in a while. Ever since Jamie denied her as her friend anymore, she cleaned off her toe nails and left them plain.
She took out the brush and swiftly combed the toenail with the polish and eventually it was over. It was nice getting her feet a new style.
Then Jamie asked if Courtney would sit on her bed while she pulled out her own sleeping bag. When the bag was pulled out, Courtney noticed that it wasn't a sleeping bag, but a gym bag.
"See, when you gave my necklace away, I was devastated. My grandmother gave it to me before she died. It was worth more than just a necklace." She sat next to Courtney. Then she tackled her down. And with her arms, she pulled the gym bag up.
"I couldn't stand it. Now that you gave it away, I feel like you need a punishment," Jamie went on. "Word on the school grounds is that you are extremely ticklish."
"What the he--" Courtney yelled. But Jamie covered her mouth.
"See, with my own money, I had to buy some things for you." Jamie held her down and opened her gym bag. She pulled out rope and put them around Courtney's wrists. Then pulled out another piece of rope and wrapped them around Courtney's ankles.
"You're crazy! Let me go!" Courtney struggled.
Then she pulled out another set of rope and tied her arm bounds to her ankle bounds, to make a hog-tie. Jamie looked at Courtney's now bound feet and said, "I had always had a thing for feet..." she pressed against Courtney's sole and scratched it.
"AHAHAHA! Why are you--- MAHHAHAH-- doing this--- UHAHAHA-- to me?" Courtney struggled. It was no use. Jamie had full control. Courtney had been a victim of tickling all her life, and her feet was the primary victim.
"Didn't I already tell you? See, we WERE even, but now I want to set it differently. Ya know, I like your reactions to me tickling you. Wanna do some more?" Jamie teased.
She forcefully started raking her soles and started putting some in the toes. Then in the heels, she rubbed them, and went up to brush the foot.
"PLEASE ST---HAHAHAHAHHAH-OP!" Courtney cried.
"Oh... I guess my fingers aren't really teaching you a lesson, huh?" Jamie said unmercifully.
She went into her gym bag and pulled out a hairbrush.
"Oh please god no..." Courtney pleaded.
Jamie scrubbed Courtney's soles non-stop.
"AHAHHAHAHHHAHA!"
Then Jamie moved onto Courtney's underarms. She scrubbed under the shoulder blade.
"AHHAHA!"
"Not very much of a reaction there..." Jamie declared.
She went onto the ribs and started scratching them.
"MAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!"
"Ooh, I found a good spot, didn't I?"
"PLEASE STOP! YOU'RE HURTING M-- AHAHHAHAHHAHA!"
Jamie didn't want to listen to complaints. She was wanting some payback.
"So, think you have had enough?" Jamie asked, looking pitiful.
"Yes... please..." Courtney sighed. Maybe it was the end.
"You don't sound convincing... again with your FEET!!" Jamie said evilly.
She picked out a feather and brushed the feathers to Courtney's feet, which were crunched to resist the tickling, but too bad Jamie knew how to get past it. This time, she attacked the heels to arch then to the toes.
"AHHAHHAHAHHAHHA!"
Jamie now had an evil expression. She wiggled the feathers over and over to the center and then she flipped and now scratched the center of the soles.
"MAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAAP!" Courtney begged
"Don't you want to have fun?" Jamie sounded sadly.
Then Jamie reverted back to her hands. This time, it was the biggest amount of tickling that she ever done. Her nails scratched the wrinkly soles over and over and then her toes were bent back and she took the tip of the feather again and went under there.
"MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! THIS IS N-- AHAHAHAHAHAHA-- OT FUN-- AHAHAHAHA--Y!" Courtney cried.
"Seems fun to me." Jamie suggested.
"PLEASE LET ME GOOO!"
"Not yet, honey, we still have to get to the stomach again and then maybe I will let you go. Now I am just enjoying my time tickling your feet..." Jamie sped through to say. Less talk, more tickling.
Courtney yanked and broke free from the hog-tie. She pounded Jamie in the face. Knocked out.
Courtney would have left the scene, but after the 20 minutes of hell, she thought it might be fun for some payback.
*an hour later*
"Jamie... oh Jamie..." Courtney whispered into Jamie's ear.
Jamie woke up. With her arms and her feet tied to the bedposts of her bed, she knew what she was in for. She was prepared for the fight.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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