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This is my first story please tell me your thoughts as I have lots more
The hotel
Tony was a concierge working at a top London hotel. Tony knew everybody in the business; he had been in the position for over 20 years. His prided himself at being the best concierge around. He made £100.000 a year mostly in tips from the wealthy customers. Tony could arrange anything from flowers in the rooms, limos, stage show tickets and of course entertainment for gentlemen. He could arrange nearly any thing for any body the bigger the tip the better. World wide he was known as Mr discrete. Customers loved him especially the men, he was known to all races of gentlemen from all over Arabs, Russians and Americans knew, if they were in town see Tony he will get things sorted. Many a times Tony would arrange drugs for Arabs, Girls for the Eastern block gents and young men for politicians, not once did black mail or mouthing to the press for financial gain came in to his thoughts he was totally trust worthy.
The hotel was fall male and female staff, they all liked him and trusted Tony. The managers turned a blind eye to what was going on, knowing full well a happy customer will spend money. And spend they did, Champaign, caviar, and all staff got tipped with total confidence that what ever they got up to the following night stayed firmly behind Tony’s closed lips.
It was late December and the Christmas parties were in full swing in one week Tony had arranged for a PVC and punishment session for a wealthy high profile business gent and a premier football star who loved to wear rubber pants and pee him self whilst sucking on a dummy, Tony was a specialist when it came to fetishes.
It was hard work for all the staff around the Christmas period and lots of over time to had for all the staff. Mike the bar manager Tony’s good friend of around 20 years was organising the staff party. The venue would be at the hotel in one of the smaller suites, all families were invited and off course it was free dinks and food. The party started with all the different department drinking and together, in one corner we had the cleaners and the kitchen porters, through to the floor management, reception, and the higher management, all would stick to their own department until the alcohol took affect then all inhibitions were usually forgotten.
The party always started and ended the same every year.
Tony was married he was 47 years old and very happy with two lovely young boys one of 11 and 1 of 6 he was a late starter when it came to marriage but he worked hard and did not at first want a family, but after his first boy came in to the world he was totally committed. He loved his wife dearly and would not ruin what he had although many a times he came into the situation where he found a wealthy female customer wanting more from him. His blue eyes and muscular build did attract many a lady.
He spent at least 1 hour a day in the hotel gym so Tony looked the part as soon as the customers entered the hotel lobby.
Working on the reception in front of the concierge table across the foyer, was Mandy she was 28 unmarried, with out child so her body was firm and attractive. She had dark brown hair shoulder length and deep brown eyes. Her eyelashes danced as she blinked and her completion was almost Mediterranean. She had a happy go lucky personality and her dark crimson lips always had a smile. She dreamt of a handsome millionaire walking up to the reception looking in to her deep brown eyes and falling deeply in love with her and then whisking her away on to his yacht. Many a time Mandy had advances from old fat sweaty guys with plenty off money who she knew would willingly shower her with gifts and keep her in the lap of luxury, but Mandy had morels. She was perfect in every way but her biggest flaw was her credit card, she loved to shop on designer cloths and beautiful shoes. She found it hard to honour her monthly payments and she was always looking for tips, her charm worked but not enough to pay her monthly bills.
Mandy had had a few to drink at the party and was mingling with the office staff when she decided to join Tony and Mike they were sitting at a table with their wife’s chatting. They were talking families so she grabbed a chair sat between Tony and his wife and slipped into the conversation and brought up the topic of gossip between the staff, making Tony wints with embracement, some of the things that the staff often got up to. Tony would never gossip he never brought his work home with him in fact his wife was completely oblivious to what he actually did. Every one was getting on fine and chatting as the drinks flowed until Mandy dropped a bombshell she joked about a time that Tony had entered a suite with a gorgeous German and was not seen for 2 hours. Tony’s wife glared at Tony and his jaw dropped.
“Tony I want to leave now” said his wife “come on lets go”
Tony scowled at Mandy “thanks a bunch Mandy you wait until I see you tomorrow at work”. Tony and his wife left.
“Mandy you have got him in the shit now” said Mike “He is going to be a bit angry tomorrow I would have the day off”.
Mandy left the party and went home realising her mistake, “me and my big mouth” she thought to her self.
Awaking for work Mandy thought it would be best to face the music and go in.
Tony was already at his desk and Mandy walked over, “Tony I am so sorry about last night I just did not think”, “bloody hell Mandy you got me in it, we were up most of the night arguing.”
“I never meant to drop you in it, I knew all along that you were listing to her worries about her husband being unfaithful,” “well why did you not say so if you knew” said Tony, still very angry “you owe me big time I will get you back for this one.”
“Do you forgive me Tony? “Please forgive me”
“Ok but only because I managed to square thing up with the wife”
“You still owe me big time”
“Ok I will see you later, I am off for a manicure in the beauty saloon”
“See you later”
Off she went on to lobby and into the lift, turned around and looked at Tony and winked,
Cheeky cow thought Tony I will get her back for this.
Tony’s shift was ending and as usual he grabbed his kit bag and headed for the gym.
He exited the lift and walked down the corridor towards the gym as he passed the beauty saloon the door was open and Mandy was sitting back in a reclining chair one of her ankles being held by a Philippino looking lady with a nail polish brush in her hand. As Tony put his head through the door he heard, “Mandy you should have a foot massage you would love it.” Said the duty manager
“Oh no” replied Mandy, “I can not stand any body touching the bottoms of my feet, its hard enough have the polish applied with out freaking out I am far to ticklish.”
That was music to Tony’s ears, a light bulb just switch its self on over his head,
“Payback time” he said to him self. Now he new all of Mandy weakness.
The next day Tony would have a customer arrive form Italy he knew him well and what he liked. Tony had arranged for girls to visit in the past and he paid well.
His name was Franco and he had a fetish we all love. Tony never asks questions. Franco's fetish was almost tame to what went on in the hotel.
“Hi Tony how have you been?” said Franco as he walked up to the concierge desk.
“Hi Franco” replied Tony “I am very well sir how are you?”
“Ye keeping ok” he said in a strong Italian accent.
“I am in for two nights, I am on my way to Scotland for a round of golf.”
“Sounds great, Franco do you require you usual visit tonight” inquired Tony
“Yes mate I do, about nine I will be looking forward to it.
“Leave it to me sir” replied Tony, and Franco pushed a fifty-pound note into Tony’s hand.
Normal circumstances Tony would have been straight on the phone to Madam Pauline who ran an office out of Kensington, she would send a girl around called Kelly, she was a fine actress. She charged Franco £600.00 for the hour, not bad money just to site there. But this time Tony had a plan; he entered the lift and pushed for ground floor where the staff canteen was. Mandy was in there “great” thought Tony it’s coming together. Tony got a coffee and sat in listening distance from Mandy, she acknowledged with a smile and a nod of the head. Tony smiled back.
Mike walked in “Hi Tone” said Mike “how’s business” “great” said Tony.
Mike sat opposite Tony with a coffee “ Well listen to this” Tony began “ I got a bloke in tonight that wants to girl in his room for an hour, in stocks and hand cuffs” “and” replied Mike “That’s it, she just has to sit there” Now Mike thought this conversation to be very strange indeed as he knew Tony would never speak about the guests.
“So that all she has to do?” said Mike scratching his head.
“ Yep £600.00 he pays” “Bloody hell Tony he don’t want a bloke does he?” said Mike.
At that, Mandy had pulled a chair up to Tony and Mikes table.
“Did I hear right?” “£600.00 for just sitting there”
Tony raised his eye brows “ye all he wants is a girl to sit in his room with her ankles locked in some stocks and her hands cuffed, he will feed her champagne and talk to her for an hour and that’s it.”
“Please Tony let me do it” Tony knew she needed the money.
“Please” “Well ok Tony said smiling.
“Pay back time” he thought.
“Meet me at reception at 8.30 tonight with your uniform on”
Tony left the canteen with a wink to Mike.
Mike was still puzzled as to what was going on.
Mandy was there at Tony’s desk prompt at 8.30, she looked great in her uniform.
A dark blue blazer hung on her shoulders with a pure white blouse with the top two buttons open to just see the top of the frills on her bar.
A beautiful shaped pencil skirt again in blue stopped just above her knees.
Her shapely legs were covered in tan nylon, she always wore expensive stockings and this pair was brand new. On her size 5 feet were a pair of tan colour high-heeled mules purchased from Russell and Bromley for £140.00. She looked fantastic. She waited a bit nervesly waiting for Tony. “This would be an easy £600.00,” she muttered to her self. “Hi Mandy” Tony had walked briskly from the lift across the foyer. “Are you ready then, you do look good I must say” he said
“Lets do it” Mandy said, “What’s he like” she asked.
“He is an Italian classical guitarist and a really nice guy, he will look after you.
“But before you do this you must promise me this goes no further than me and you,
Do you promise” insisted Tony “Of course I promise on my life I owe you don’t forget” “I have not forgotten “ he grinned.
They both walked across the reception and into the lift, and up to the top floor to the Waverley Suite, which was usually booked by, rock bands for it acoustic qualities.
Tony ran his swipe card through the lock and they both entered. The suite opened out with deep pile carpet, it had separate bedrooms for 4 and an on suite bathroom. In the lounge area there was a brown quality leather sofa, it looked as though it would swallow you when you sat on it.
In front of the sofa Tony had placed the stocks that he proudly owned, they were bespoke with carefully stitched padding around the holes were the ankles fit and a warm suede solid base to take a pair of legs.
“When your ready Mandy I will fit you in” “sit down there” Tony pointed to the suite.
Mandy gingerly placed her pert behind down on the sofa and lifted her legs into position on the stocks. Her legs were about one foot apart, and Tony closed down to top enclosing her ankles. The heels of her shoes were pointing out at 45%.
“How does it feel, are you comfortable Mandy? He asked
“That feels quite nice to be honest,” She answered.
“He will be here in about 10 minutes so relax” “what do I say to him when he arrives”
“Just be polite and be yourself” he advised “I will see you later Mandy enjoy your hour.” He shut the door behind him smiling as he walked down the corridor.
It seemed like a minute later and the door opened, and a man about 5ft 7
Walked in and around in front of Mandy. The door slammed shut. He stood there and looked pleasingly at Mandy “hello my love” he said, “What’s your name” “Mandy” she nervesly replied. “Well my dear Tony has surpassed all my expectations “do you work for the agency?” “No I work for the hotel” said Mandy “Ok that’s interesting, sit back and relax” he walked over to the main table were there was a pot of flowers and a champagne cooler, he took the bottle and with a serviette he popped open the cork.
Mandy watched as Franco poured the frothing liquid into the flutes.
He was smartly dressed in jeans and sweatshirt; his dark hair was neat and short
And wore black leather shoes.
He approached Mandy with a glass of champagne, she noticed his long slender fingers clamped around the glass. “Here you go my love, take a sip its vintage” “Mandy lips opened as he carefully fed the drink to her, she took a large gulp and left a lipstick ring around the top of the crystal. “That’s nice” she licked her lips”
Franco stood there and took a large gulp himself, “I am going to get changed my dear
I will put your glass beside you” Mandy saw Franco enter the bedroom and she lifted the glass for a drink, she glanced across the room to the large retro looking clock on the wall, 15 minute had already passed, easy she thought and polished off the champagne.
Franco came from the bedroom wearing a white bathrobe, he had removed all of his clothes, but his robe was tightly secure.
“What are you going to do Franco” Mandy looked a bit concerned at his attire.
“Don’t worry,” he giggled this is staying on.
“Had Tony told you any thing?” “Yes” Mandy replied “ you like to look at me in the stocks and hand cuffs on” “That’s right I nearly forgot about them, please allow me.”
Franco stretched across to the table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs Tony had left; he took Mandy wrists behind her back and snapped them shut. “Are you comfortable my dear?”
Mandy laid back into the leather, “Yes I’m fine”
Franco took the serviette from the table and walked behind Mandy “What are you doing?” Mandy again a bit nervous. “I am just going to blind fold you my love”
At that he tied the serviette around her head, Mandy was plunged into darkness.
“Tony never told me you would do this Franco” “ Did he not, I will pour some more champagne for us, as long as your comfortable my dear”
He sounded so sincere Mandy played along.
After another sip of bubbly Franco sat down in front of Mandy, her feet were about 1 ft off the floor, which meant Franco could sit on the floor with his head directly in front of Mandy’s heels.
He looked longingly at the leather it shone even on the bottoms as Mandy wore them all day on carpet.
His eyes followed the contours of her foot, the nylon stretched over her ankle to produce a void; he knelt up and stared up to her knees.
Using his forefinger he ran it from her kneecap slowly down her shin over the top of her foot to the stitching it glided over the nylon with ease.
Mandy shivered, “What are you up to Franco?” Mandy quizzed.
Franco sat back down and crossed his legs in the yoga position.
He moved his fore and index finger together almost exercising them, and then very gently began to lightly touch the top of her foot, he ran them down until it reached the ankle of her right foot as he was looking.
“Ooh!” “What the hell are you doing that tickles?"
That was music to Franco’s ears. “Just relax” “did you say it tickles”
He looked at Mandy she nodded “yes it does”, I want to know what you are doing?”
Franco did not answer, Mandy wondered, and then she felt something down there.
Franco had hold of her heel and gently pulled it in an upward movement.
Mandy toes tightened automatically, to try to stop the shoe from being removed.
The shoe slipped off with a swish as the leather moved over the nylon.
He placed the shoe on the floor.
There in front of his face was the most beautiful site he had seen; her right foot was perfect in every way. The nylon slightly glistened in the light.
Mandy looked after her feet, never did she have hard skin, her toes flexed again and Franco glimpse at the dark brown nail polish that had been applied earlier in the day.
He was slightly shaking.
The reinforced toe was darker than the rest of the nylon and a very fine stitching run up the big toe and over the top of the others. Her arches were deep and there were no flaws any where in the nylon.
“What the bloody hell are you doing down there,” Mandy cried.
Her left foot still in her shoe felt warm and protected but she could feel the air circulating around her right foot, and she felt venerable.
“Please tell me what you are doing and what you want from me.”
“Well my love tell me, if the top of your foot is ticklish, I wonder if the bottom of your foot is ticklish to?”
Mandy panicked and tried to escape, a terrifying thought filled her head “no” “oh shit no please no” she begged.
She could not stand any body touching her feet, it was tourcher, the last time any body had tried to tickle her feet was her brother and he got kicked to hell.
But Mandy was trapped.
“Let me go now Franco and I will not take any money from you” she begged again.
“Money is no object to me my dear just relax.”
If Mandy could see, it would not be so bad, but she did not know where he was.
Franco looked again at the beautiful foot and felt an empty feeling deep in his stomach. He felt a little lightheaded.
Franco lifted his two fingers towards her ankle and with his index finger encircled it.
“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear one step two step and”
Franco stopped; Mandy bit her lip in anticipation.
“No please don’t”
“AND TICKLE UNDER THERE”
Franco’s two fingers danced down the sole of Mandy foot, she let out a scream,
“Nooooooo shit nooooooo please nooo.”
It only lasted a second but that was enough.
“You are ticklish on the bottoms of your feet”
Even now Franco new this was for real, Kelly was a nice girl, and he knew she acted but Mandy was ticklish, very ticklish indeed in fact it was what he ever dreamt of.
He used one finger and stroked it over the top of the nylon stitching across her toes,
Then one by one he gently pinched each toe starting from the big one,
“This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy went wee, wee, tickle, tickle, tickle all the way home,”
His fingers danced expertly all over her sole; this time around the bottom of her toes as well “Ah ah ah ah nooo noo noo fuck I cannnnnnnnt stand it please nooooo.”
He stopped.
“Please let me go” she again begged “or give me more champagne”
She thought if she could get drunk it would deaden the sensation.
“After my love you can drink as much champagne as you like.”
Mandy felt that Franco had got up, but she did not know were he was. Screaming would not help as she new she was trapped in the Waverley suite.
“Where are you, you bastard”?
“There is no need to call me names is there” “that was rather naughty of you.”
Franco knelt at her foot wiggled all four of his fingers about 1 inch away from her nylon clad sole, “who has ticklish feet then?” “Tickle, tickle,tickle,” he said childishly
Mandy was screaming even before he touched her, all four fingers found every nerve ending, Mandy buckled and thrashed around in the leather, her toes wrinkled, in and out she was out off control, the tickling was made 100 times worse by the nylon and his tickle, tickle teasing.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooo, fuck no don’t, please I beg oooooooooooo
“Tickley tickley, tickle.”
He stopped Mandy took a deep breath. This was tourcher.
Franco thought he was dreaming, “I wont be able to hold on much longer” he whispered to him self.
“I can’t stand this any longer” she thought, she had to be polite
“I tell you what” Mandy knew the way of the world she now knew that she had been sold down the river by Tony and that at her feet, there was a guy with a tickle fetish,
She had heard of it before, by a friend who’s husband often visited the tickle media forum site, he has not yet touched her other foot, her right foot was even more unbearably ticklish, she thought for a second.
“Franco can we make a deal, can I have another glass of champagne untie my blindfold and release my left ankle, tickle my left foot when its not clamped. If I can hold my foot still for 5 seconds do you promise to let me go?"
Franco’s stomach was tight and he was nearly at busting point.
“Ok Mandy it’s a deal 5 seconds”
Franco stood up and untied the blind fold, the light clashed with Mandy eyes, her mascara had run with the tears and her hair was ruffed due to her violent head movements. He then released her left foot, clamped her right foot back in and placed her ankle upon the top of the stocks with a pillow.
He went to the table and poured another glass of champagne,
He fed it to Mandy “this hopefully will numb the sensation” she thought
He returned to his position this time on his knees, “are you ready remember I will not hold you, you are free but don’t move for 5 seconds” he removed his wrist watch and set a 5 second alarm, he showed it to Mandy and placed it on the sofa.
Now she could see, surely “I can control my self” she preyed “and he will let me go,
“Control, control, this will not tickle,” she said to her self, she bit her lip, then took a deep breath, she looked at Franco she could see his member under the robe protruding
Holding out the flannelette material.
He moved closer she glanced quickly up at the clock it 9.15 only 15 minutes in to the hour she must hold on.
With his two fingers again he scurried them over the soft nylon, from the tips of her toes to the heel.
“Wee Weee Weee” he tormented
Stay on my heel she thought I could hold out there!
Then he lifted his left hand to her horror she saw two bony fingers with long nails
“Oh no” then she remembered he was a guitarist.
The two nails traced deep into the sole working in swirls, he smiled gleefully, round and round
Mandy was trying, she giggled, seconds past, she could not hold on,
Then he brought all the tips of his nails into play,
“tickle, tickle” “Ahhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhh, Mandy had had it she pulled her leg back
and buried her foot deep into the leather.
“You bastard that was not fair you used your nails I only had 1 more second left, please now, please let me go”
“Do you know Mandy I would of let you go if you hadn’t called me a nasty name?
Tony was out side of the door trying to listen, the door was made of English Oak so he could only hear her faint screams.
Tony took his swipe card from his top blazer pocket and ran it through the lock,
The door unlocked and Tony put his head around the door “Franco can I come in?”
Franco looked up from his kneeling position “Ye come in mate and join the party,
Tony you have done wonders this time come and have a little go wont you”
Tony came in shut the door behind him, Mandy looked around
“Tony please let me go I can’t stand this any longer, you got me back now surely
“Not quite” he said and pointed to the clock “you got another ten minutes”
Mandy’s face dropped “Oh please anything please I will do any thing please,
Franco moved to her right foot, this time he stood, he opened the palm of his right hand and cupped the leather heel of Mandy shoe and slowly pulled it toward him,
The shoe released it self from Mandy’s toe grip. He threw it on to the carpet.
There was a slight aroma coming from the nylon as Mandy had sweat under the strain of her ordeal, he bend down and kissed her toe, Mandy watched Tony move around to the back of the sofa. He pull her jacket away from her waist, to revile her white blouse” Tony what are you doing?” Tony did not answer,
Franco knelt again, Mandy’s whole body spasamed anticipating Franco’s fingers.
Then he started very slowly he ran his fore finger around her sole “tickle, “tickle,
Mandy pushed as hard as she could with her right foot against the stock
“Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh, “No No NoOOOOOO!
Franco Then stopped and looked at Tony standing behind her ready mate
Tony pushed both hands down and around Mandy’s waist, he dug the tops of his fingers into Mandy ribs and wiggled them “No nooooooo” “You will think before you open your mouth next time,
Then Franco lifted his left hand and danced his nails expertly from her toes to her heel
It was like a million spiders crawling over her nerve endings,
She screamed so loud Tony stopped, but Franco carried on again, and again his fingers flicked around and around. “AHHHHHHHHHH, OHOOOOOOOOOO,
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE, STOPPPPPPPPPPP,AHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
She felt dizzy, then it stopped Franco collapsed on the floor in a mighty orgasm.
Many could hardly draw breath she was bright red and her hair looked as she has walked through a windstorm.
“Oh please” she gasped. “No more No more” Tony released her foot from the stock and she buried her toes in to the carpet, her soles flat on the floor.
Mandy’s ordeal was over Tony had taught her a lesson and Franco had fulfilled a dream, as Mandy slipped her shoes back on Franco handed her £1000.00 in crisp new notes was it worth the money? Would she do it again?
The hotel
Tony was a concierge working at a top London hotel. Tony knew everybody in the business; he had been in the position for over 20 years. His prided himself at being the best concierge around. He made £100.000 a year mostly in tips from the wealthy customers. Tony could arrange anything from flowers in the rooms, limos, stage show tickets and of course entertainment for gentlemen. He could arrange nearly any thing for any body the bigger the tip the better. World wide he was known as Mr discrete. Customers loved him especially the men, he was known to all races of gentlemen from all over Arabs, Russians and Americans knew, if they were in town see Tony he will get things sorted. Many a times Tony would arrange drugs for Arabs, Girls for the Eastern block gents and young men for politicians, not once did black mail or mouthing to the press for financial gain came in to his thoughts he was totally trust worthy.
The hotel was fall male and female staff, they all liked him and trusted Tony. The managers turned a blind eye to what was going on, knowing full well a happy customer will spend money. And spend they did, Champaign, caviar, and all staff got tipped with total confidence that what ever they got up to the following night stayed firmly behind Tony’s closed lips.
It was late December and the Christmas parties were in full swing in one week Tony had arranged for a PVC and punishment session for a wealthy high profile business gent and a premier football star who loved to wear rubber pants and pee him self whilst sucking on a dummy, Tony was a specialist when it came to fetishes.
It was hard work for all the staff around the Christmas period and lots of over time to had for all the staff. Mike the bar manager Tony’s good friend of around 20 years was organising the staff party. The venue would be at the hotel in one of the smaller suites, all families were invited and off course it was free dinks and food. The party started with all the different department drinking and together, in one corner we had the cleaners and the kitchen porters, through to the floor management, reception, and the higher management, all would stick to their own department until the alcohol took affect then all inhibitions were usually forgotten.
The party always started and ended the same every year.
Tony was married he was 47 years old and very happy with two lovely young boys one of 11 and 1 of 6 he was a late starter when it came to marriage but he worked hard and did not at first want a family, but after his first boy came in to the world he was totally committed. He loved his wife dearly and would not ruin what he had although many a times he came into the situation where he found a wealthy female customer wanting more from him. His blue eyes and muscular build did attract many a lady.
He spent at least 1 hour a day in the hotel gym so Tony looked the part as soon as the customers entered the hotel lobby.
Working on the reception in front of the concierge table across the foyer, was Mandy she was 28 unmarried, with out child so her body was firm and attractive. She had dark brown hair shoulder length and deep brown eyes. Her eyelashes danced as she blinked and her completion was almost Mediterranean. She had a happy go lucky personality and her dark crimson lips always had a smile. She dreamt of a handsome millionaire walking up to the reception looking in to her deep brown eyes and falling deeply in love with her and then whisking her away on to his yacht. Many a time Mandy had advances from old fat sweaty guys with plenty off money who she knew would willingly shower her with gifts and keep her in the lap of luxury, but Mandy had morels. She was perfect in every way but her biggest flaw was her credit card, she loved to shop on designer cloths and beautiful shoes. She found it hard to honour her monthly payments and she was always looking for tips, her charm worked but not enough to pay her monthly bills.
Mandy had had a few to drink at the party and was mingling with the office staff when she decided to join Tony and Mike they were sitting at a table with their wife’s chatting. They were talking families so she grabbed a chair sat between Tony and his wife and slipped into the conversation and brought up the topic of gossip between the staff, making Tony wints with embracement, some of the things that the staff often got up to. Tony would never gossip he never brought his work home with him in fact his wife was completely oblivious to what he actually did. Every one was getting on fine and chatting as the drinks flowed until Mandy dropped a bombshell she joked about a time that Tony had entered a suite with a gorgeous German and was not seen for 2 hours. Tony’s wife glared at Tony and his jaw dropped.
“Tony I want to leave now” said his wife “come on lets go”
Tony scowled at Mandy “thanks a bunch Mandy you wait until I see you tomorrow at work”. Tony and his wife left.
“Mandy you have got him in the shit now” said Mike “He is going to be a bit angry tomorrow I would have the day off”.
Mandy left the party and went home realising her mistake, “me and my big mouth” she thought to her self.
Awaking for work Mandy thought it would be best to face the music and go in.
Tony was already at his desk and Mandy walked over, “Tony I am so sorry about last night I just did not think”, “bloody hell Mandy you got me in it, we were up most of the night arguing.”
“I never meant to drop you in it, I knew all along that you were listing to her worries about her husband being unfaithful,” “well why did you not say so if you knew” said Tony, still very angry “you owe me big time I will get you back for this one.”
“Do you forgive me Tony? “Please forgive me”
“Ok but only because I managed to square thing up with the wife”
“You still owe me big time”
“Ok I will see you later, I am off for a manicure in the beauty saloon”
“See you later”
Off she went on to lobby and into the lift, turned around and looked at Tony and winked,
Cheeky cow thought Tony I will get her back for this.
Tony’s shift was ending and as usual he grabbed his kit bag and headed for the gym.
He exited the lift and walked down the corridor towards the gym as he passed the beauty saloon the door was open and Mandy was sitting back in a reclining chair one of her ankles being held by a Philippino looking lady with a nail polish brush in her hand. As Tony put his head through the door he heard, “Mandy you should have a foot massage you would love it.” Said the duty manager
“Oh no” replied Mandy, “I can not stand any body touching the bottoms of my feet, its hard enough have the polish applied with out freaking out I am far to ticklish.”
That was music to Tony’s ears, a light bulb just switch its self on over his head,
“Payback time” he said to him self. Now he new all of Mandy weakness.
The next day Tony would have a customer arrive form Italy he knew him well and what he liked. Tony had arranged for girls to visit in the past and he paid well.
His name was Franco and he had a fetish we all love. Tony never asks questions. Franco's fetish was almost tame to what went on in the hotel.
“Hi Tony how have you been?” said Franco as he walked up to the concierge desk.
“Hi Franco” replied Tony “I am very well sir how are you?”
“Ye keeping ok” he said in a strong Italian accent.
“I am in for two nights, I am on my way to Scotland for a round of golf.”
“Sounds great, Franco do you require you usual visit tonight” inquired Tony
“Yes mate I do, about nine I will be looking forward to it.
“Leave it to me sir” replied Tony, and Franco pushed a fifty-pound note into Tony’s hand.
Normal circumstances Tony would have been straight on the phone to Madam Pauline who ran an office out of Kensington, she would send a girl around called Kelly, she was a fine actress. She charged Franco £600.00 for the hour, not bad money just to site there. But this time Tony had a plan; he entered the lift and pushed for ground floor where the staff canteen was. Mandy was in there “great” thought Tony it’s coming together. Tony got a coffee and sat in listening distance from Mandy, she acknowledged with a smile and a nod of the head. Tony smiled back.
Mike walked in “Hi Tone” said Mike “how’s business” “great” said Tony.
Mike sat opposite Tony with a coffee “ Well listen to this” Tony began “ I got a bloke in tonight that wants to girl in his room for an hour, in stocks and hand cuffs” “and” replied Mike “That’s it, she just has to sit there” Now Mike thought this conversation to be very strange indeed as he knew Tony would never speak about the guests.
“So that all she has to do?” said Mike scratching his head.
“ Yep £600.00 he pays” “Bloody hell Tony he don’t want a bloke does he?” said Mike.
At that, Mandy had pulled a chair up to Tony and Mikes table.
“Did I hear right?” “£600.00 for just sitting there”
Tony raised his eye brows “ye all he wants is a girl to sit in his room with her ankles locked in some stocks and her hands cuffed, he will feed her champagne and talk to her for an hour and that’s it.”
“Please Tony let me do it” Tony knew she needed the money.
“Please” “Well ok Tony said smiling.
“Pay back time” he thought.
“Meet me at reception at 8.30 tonight with your uniform on”
Tony left the canteen with a wink to Mike.
Mike was still puzzled as to what was going on.
Mandy was there at Tony’s desk prompt at 8.30, she looked great in her uniform.
A dark blue blazer hung on her shoulders with a pure white blouse with the top two buttons open to just see the top of the frills on her bar.
A beautiful shaped pencil skirt again in blue stopped just above her knees.
Her shapely legs were covered in tan nylon, she always wore expensive stockings and this pair was brand new. On her size 5 feet were a pair of tan colour high-heeled mules purchased from Russell and Bromley for £140.00. She looked fantastic. She waited a bit nervesly waiting for Tony. “This would be an easy £600.00,” she muttered to her self. “Hi Mandy” Tony had walked briskly from the lift across the foyer. “Are you ready then, you do look good I must say” he said
“Lets do it” Mandy said, “What’s he like” she asked.
“He is an Italian classical guitarist and a really nice guy, he will look after you.
“But before you do this you must promise me this goes no further than me and you,
Do you promise” insisted Tony “Of course I promise on my life I owe you don’t forget” “I have not forgotten “ he grinned.
They both walked across the reception and into the lift, and up to the top floor to the Waverley Suite, which was usually booked by, rock bands for it acoustic qualities.
Tony ran his swipe card through the lock and they both entered. The suite opened out with deep pile carpet, it had separate bedrooms for 4 and an on suite bathroom. In the lounge area there was a brown quality leather sofa, it looked as though it would swallow you when you sat on it.
In front of the sofa Tony had placed the stocks that he proudly owned, they were bespoke with carefully stitched padding around the holes were the ankles fit and a warm suede solid base to take a pair of legs.
“When your ready Mandy I will fit you in” “sit down there” Tony pointed to the suite.
Mandy gingerly placed her pert behind down on the sofa and lifted her legs into position on the stocks. Her legs were about one foot apart, and Tony closed down to top enclosing her ankles. The heels of her shoes were pointing out at 45%.
“How does it feel, are you comfortable Mandy? He asked
“That feels quite nice to be honest,” She answered.
“He will be here in about 10 minutes so relax” “what do I say to him when he arrives”
“Just be polite and be yourself” he advised “I will see you later Mandy enjoy your hour.” He shut the door behind him smiling as he walked down the corridor.
It seemed like a minute later and the door opened, and a man about 5ft 7
Walked in and around in front of Mandy. The door slammed shut. He stood there and looked pleasingly at Mandy “hello my love” he said, “What’s your name” “Mandy” she nervesly replied. “Well my dear Tony has surpassed all my expectations “do you work for the agency?” “No I work for the hotel” said Mandy “Ok that’s interesting, sit back and relax” he walked over to the main table were there was a pot of flowers and a champagne cooler, he took the bottle and with a serviette he popped open the cork.
Mandy watched as Franco poured the frothing liquid into the flutes.
He was smartly dressed in jeans and sweatshirt; his dark hair was neat and short
And wore black leather shoes.
He approached Mandy with a glass of champagne, she noticed his long slender fingers clamped around the glass. “Here you go my love, take a sip its vintage” “Mandy lips opened as he carefully fed the drink to her, she took a large gulp and left a lipstick ring around the top of the crystal. “That’s nice” she licked her lips”
Franco stood there and took a large gulp himself, “I am going to get changed my dear
I will put your glass beside you” Mandy saw Franco enter the bedroom and she lifted the glass for a drink, she glanced across the room to the large retro looking clock on the wall, 15 minute had already passed, easy she thought and polished off the champagne.
Franco came from the bedroom wearing a white bathrobe, he had removed all of his clothes, but his robe was tightly secure.
“What are you going to do Franco” Mandy looked a bit concerned at his attire.
“Don’t worry,” he giggled this is staying on.
“Had Tony told you any thing?” “Yes” Mandy replied “ you like to look at me in the stocks and hand cuffs on” “That’s right I nearly forgot about them, please allow me.”
Franco stretched across to the table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs Tony had left; he took Mandy wrists behind her back and snapped them shut. “Are you comfortable my dear?”
Mandy laid back into the leather, “Yes I’m fine”
Franco took the serviette from the table and walked behind Mandy “What are you doing?” Mandy again a bit nervous. “I am just going to blind fold you my love”
At that he tied the serviette around her head, Mandy was plunged into darkness.
“Tony never told me you would do this Franco” “ Did he not, I will pour some more champagne for us, as long as your comfortable my dear”
He sounded so sincere Mandy played along.
After another sip of bubbly Franco sat down in front of Mandy, her feet were about 1 ft off the floor, which meant Franco could sit on the floor with his head directly in front of Mandy’s heels.
He looked longingly at the leather it shone even on the bottoms as Mandy wore them all day on carpet.
His eyes followed the contours of her foot, the nylon stretched over her ankle to produce a void; he knelt up and stared up to her knees.
Using his forefinger he ran it from her kneecap slowly down her shin over the top of her foot to the stitching it glided over the nylon with ease.
Mandy shivered, “What are you up to Franco?” Mandy quizzed.
Franco sat back down and crossed his legs in the yoga position.
He moved his fore and index finger together almost exercising them, and then very gently began to lightly touch the top of her foot, he ran them down until it reached the ankle of her right foot as he was looking.
“Ooh!” “What the hell are you doing that tickles?"
That was music to Franco’s ears. “Just relax” “did you say it tickles”
He looked at Mandy she nodded “yes it does”, I want to know what you are doing?”
Franco did not answer, Mandy wondered, and then she felt something down there.
Franco had hold of her heel and gently pulled it in an upward movement.
Mandy toes tightened automatically, to try to stop the shoe from being removed.
The shoe slipped off with a swish as the leather moved over the nylon.
He placed the shoe on the floor.
There in front of his face was the most beautiful site he had seen; her right foot was perfect in every way. The nylon slightly glistened in the light.
Mandy looked after her feet, never did she have hard skin, her toes flexed again and Franco glimpse at the dark brown nail polish that had been applied earlier in the day.
He was slightly shaking.
The reinforced toe was darker than the rest of the nylon and a very fine stitching run up the big toe and over the top of the others. Her arches were deep and there were no flaws any where in the nylon.
“What the bloody hell are you doing down there,” Mandy cried.
Her left foot still in her shoe felt warm and protected but she could feel the air circulating around her right foot, and she felt venerable.
“Please tell me what you are doing and what you want from me.”
“Well my love tell me, if the top of your foot is ticklish, I wonder if the bottom of your foot is ticklish to?”
Mandy panicked and tried to escape, a terrifying thought filled her head “no” “oh shit no please no” she begged.
She could not stand any body touching her feet, it was tourcher, the last time any body had tried to tickle her feet was her brother and he got kicked to hell.
But Mandy was trapped.
“Let me go now Franco and I will not take any money from you” she begged again.
“Money is no object to me my dear just relax.”
If Mandy could see, it would not be so bad, but she did not know where he was.
Franco looked again at the beautiful foot and felt an empty feeling deep in his stomach. He felt a little lightheaded.
Franco lifted his two fingers towards her ankle and with his index finger encircled it.
“Round and round the garden like a teddy bear one step two step and”
Franco stopped; Mandy bit her lip in anticipation.
“No please don’t”
“AND TICKLE UNDER THERE”
Franco’s two fingers danced down the sole of Mandy foot, she let out a scream,
“Nooooooo shit nooooooo please nooo.”
It only lasted a second but that was enough.
“You are ticklish on the bottoms of your feet”
Even now Franco new this was for real, Kelly was a nice girl, and he knew she acted but Mandy was ticklish, very ticklish indeed in fact it was what he ever dreamt of.
He used one finger and stroked it over the top of the nylon stitching across her toes,
Then one by one he gently pinched each toe starting from the big one,
“This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy had roast beef and this little piggy went wee, wee, tickle, tickle, tickle all the way home,”
His fingers danced expertly all over her sole; this time around the bottom of her toes as well “Ah ah ah ah nooo noo noo fuck I cannnnnnnnt stand it please nooooo.”
He stopped.
“Please let me go” she again begged “or give me more champagne”
She thought if she could get drunk it would deaden the sensation.
“After my love you can drink as much champagne as you like.”
Mandy felt that Franco had got up, but she did not know were he was. Screaming would not help as she new she was trapped in the Waverley suite.
“Where are you, you bastard”?
“There is no need to call me names is there” “that was rather naughty of you.”
Franco knelt at her foot wiggled all four of his fingers about 1 inch away from her nylon clad sole, “who has ticklish feet then?” “Tickle, tickle,tickle,” he said childishly
Mandy was screaming even before he touched her, all four fingers found every nerve ending, Mandy buckled and thrashed around in the leather, her toes wrinkled, in and out she was out off control, the tickling was made 100 times worse by the nylon and his tickle, tickle teasing.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ooooooooo, fuck no don’t, please I beg oooooooooooo
“Tickley tickley, tickle.”
He stopped Mandy took a deep breath. This was tourcher.
Franco thought he was dreaming, “I wont be able to hold on much longer” he whispered to him self.
“I can’t stand this any longer” she thought, she had to be polite
“I tell you what” Mandy knew the way of the world she now knew that she had been sold down the river by Tony and that at her feet, there was a guy with a tickle fetish,
She had heard of it before, by a friend who’s husband often visited the tickle media forum site, he has not yet touched her other foot, her right foot was even more unbearably ticklish, she thought for a second.
“Franco can we make a deal, can I have another glass of champagne untie my blindfold and release my left ankle, tickle my left foot when its not clamped. If I can hold my foot still for 5 seconds do you promise to let me go?"
Franco’s stomach was tight and he was nearly at busting point.
“Ok Mandy it’s a deal 5 seconds”
Franco stood up and untied the blind fold, the light clashed with Mandy eyes, her mascara had run with the tears and her hair was ruffed due to her violent head movements. He then released her left foot, clamped her right foot back in and placed her ankle upon the top of the stocks with a pillow.
He went to the table and poured another glass of champagne,
He fed it to Mandy “this hopefully will numb the sensation” she thought
He returned to his position this time on his knees, “are you ready remember I will not hold you, you are free but don’t move for 5 seconds” he removed his wrist watch and set a 5 second alarm, he showed it to Mandy and placed it on the sofa.
Now she could see, surely “I can control my self” she preyed “and he will let me go,
“Control, control, this will not tickle,” she said to her self, she bit her lip, then took a deep breath, she looked at Franco she could see his member under the robe protruding
Holding out the flannelette material.
He moved closer she glanced quickly up at the clock it 9.15 only 15 minutes in to the hour she must hold on.
With his two fingers again he scurried them over the soft nylon, from the tips of her toes to the heel.
“Wee Weee Weee” he tormented
Stay on my heel she thought I could hold out there!
Then he lifted his left hand to her horror she saw two bony fingers with long nails
“Oh no” then she remembered he was a guitarist.
The two nails traced deep into the sole working in swirls, he smiled gleefully, round and round
Mandy was trying, she giggled, seconds past, she could not hold on,
Then he brought all the tips of his nails into play,
“tickle, tickle” “Ahhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhh, Mandy had had it she pulled her leg back
and buried her foot deep into the leather.
“You bastard that was not fair you used your nails I only had 1 more second left, please now, please let me go”
“Do you know Mandy I would of let you go if you hadn’t called me a nasty name?
Tony was out side of the door trying to listen, the door was made of English Oak so he could only hear her faint screams.
Tony took his swipe card from his top blazer pocket and ran it through the lock,
The door unlocked and Tony put his head around the door “Franco can I come in?”
Franco looked up from his kneeling position “Ye come in mate and join the party,
Tony you have done wonders this time come and have a little go wont you”
Tony came in shut the door behind him, Mandy looked around
“Tony please let me go I can’t stand this any longer, you got me back now surely
“Not quite” he said and pointed to the clock “you got another ten minutes”
Mandy’s face dropped “Oh please anything please I will do any thing please,
Franco moved to her right foot, this time he stood, he opened the palm of his right hand and cupped the leather heel of Mandy shoe and slowly pulled it toward him,
The shoe released it self from Mandy’s toe grip. He threw it on to the carpet.
There was a slight aroma coming from the nylon as Mandy had sweat under the strain of her ordeal, he bend down and kissed her toe, Mandy watched Tony move around to the back of the sofa. He pull her jacket away from her waist, to revile her white blouse” Tony what are you doing?” Tony did not answer,
Franco knelt again, Mandy’s whole body spasamed anticipating Franco’s fingers.
Then he started very slowly he ran his fore finger around her sole “tickle, “tickle,
Mandy pushed as hard as she could with her right foot against the stock
“Ahhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh, “No No NoOOOOOO!
Franco Then stopped and looked at Tony standing behind her ready mate
Tony pushed both hands down and around Mandy’s waist, he dug the tops of his fingers into Mandy ribs and wiggled them “No nooooooo” “You will think before you open your mouth next time,
Then Franco lifted his left hand and danced his nails expertly from her toes to her heel
It was like a million spiders crawling over her nerve endings,
She screamed so loud Tony stopped, but Franco carried on again, and again his fingers flicked around and around. “AHHHHHHHHHH, OHOOOOOOOOOO,
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE, STOPPPPPPPPPPP,AHHHHHHHHHHHHH,
She felt dizzy, then it stopped Franco collapsed on the floor in a mighty orgasm.
Many could hardly draw breath she was bright red and her hair looked as she has walked through a windstorm.
“Oh please” she gasped. “No more No more” Tony released her foot from the stock and she buried her toes in to the carpet, her soles flat on the floor.
Mandy’s ordeal was over Tony had taught her a lesson and Franco had fulfilled a dream, as Mandy slipped her shoes back on Franco handed her £1000.00 in crisp new notes was it worth the money? Would she do it again?
