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Hi all,
Thought I'd put this story up, even though I'm not entirely thrilled with how it turned out, ie far (far) too much backstory. But to compensate, I have marked out the tickling parts with "***" so that you can ctrl-F for the relevant sections without further ado. Also, there's heavy sock fetish content, so, uh, watch out for that.
All characters are over 18, and everyone and everything is totally and completely made up, fictional, etc, etc.
Parts 2 and 3, eventually, theoretically, will have F/F as well as F/M and M/F.
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Paul fidgeted in his chair as he nervously studied his surroundings. From the framed, mediocre landscape paintings on the wall to the coffee table strewn with old Time and Women's Health magazines, it had all the makings of a standard doctor's waiting room – he knew them well. It was, however, missing the usual cues as to what type of medicine or therapy was carried out there: the anatomical drawings of the skeleton in a surgeon's office, for example. In fact, there was no indication at all towards the real goal of the place. He squeezed his wife's hand, and she gave a supportive squeeze back. They had discussed this option extensively, of course, but he was nonetheless dreading what he had to do, pretty much as soon as his name was called. He glanced over at his wife. They were both casually dressed, her in a sweater, jeans, white socks, and sneakers. He groaned internally, wondering whether that was a good idea, given the circumstances. They were the only people in the room. After an agonizing wait, the door across the room opened and a woman walked out and glanced around the room. She had dark hair which was drawn up in a pony tail, brown eyes, and was about the same height as his wife, maybe 5'5” or so. She was dressed business casual, and she could have walked into any medical waiting room with a stethoscope around her neck and people would have assumed she was the doctor. But there was no stethoscope, and this was not a medical office. She called their names to come inside. As they rose to walk in, not knowing what exactly they were getting into, Paul reflected on how exactly he had gotten himself into this position.
Paul and Jessica had married young, right out of college. They were friends first before dating, but from the start there had always been strong sexual tension between them. They met first week of freshman year, and lived on the same floor. They were both struggling with the effects of long-distance relationships at ages when they really had no idea how to manage any type of relationship, let alone one with the added challenge of distance. They consoled each other with their difficulties, probably sharing more details than necessary as they solidified their bond. After only a few months, Paul let it slip that he had a fetish, and even though he told himself he was determined not to tell her the specifics, she was incessant and he eventually caved in (after all, he really wanted to). She responded well to news of his white sock and tickle fetish, and realized that she had been engaging his fetish interest pretty much since they had met, from padding around the dorm in her white socks, to sitting on his bed with her feet in his lap, and laughing uncontrollably every time he sneakily tickled her socked feet, which now that she thought about it was quite a lot. When their long distance relationships inevitably came to their respective ends, they unleashed all their pent-up sexual frustration at each other in a semester-long sex binge. They were compatible in every way: emotionally, intellectually, sexually. When he proposed to her on Valentine's Day of senior year, she didn't hesitate to say yes. They were married the following January.
Those days were, unfortunately, a fair distance behind them now. It had only been 6 years, but life had gotten significantly more complicated. They lived together while they pursued their own graduate degrees and professional opportunities. Now a young professional couple, they rarely had time to spend alone together. Both of their jobs were extremely time-consuming, and by the end of the day they were usually both mentally and physically exhausted. She brought up the idea of a marriage counselor.
Their marriage counselor, it must be said, was excellent. She immediately assuaged their major concerns, telling them that their experience was common among professional couples. She also established that overall, they were a happy couple (or at least, not unhappy). This was all very encouraging. She found right away that they were extremely supportive of the other's goals as well as forgiving of the hardships that have come about in pursuit of those goals. When the discussion turned to their sex lives, however, husband and wife were evasive and noncommittal. This was not unusual; many couples were reluctant to discuss such a private matter with what ultimately was a total stranger. She decided to let it go, and focus on other aspects until she had gained their trust. Over the next few months, they made significant progress in many areas, but they still refused to entertain a serious and in-depth discussion of their sex life. She guessed that there was a major problem there, but restrained herself from indulging her curiosity and guessing what it might be. Realizing that the couple might need additional assistance in that area, she suggested that they see a sex counselor. They looked at each other, but this apparently came as no surprise to them; they knew they probably needed the help, but were embarrassed for one reason or another to seek it out.
The sex counselor, Julie, was far more direct in her sessions than their marriage counselor. As part of her initial session, she flat out asked the couple if they had fetishes, and even if Paul hadn't agreed the look of sheer terror on his face at the question told her all she needed to know. It was painfully obvious that this was a source of embarrassment for him, so she used her normal tactic of asking questions around the subject, to get him more comfortable discussing it. It turns out he had only told 3 people ever about what turned out the be two fetishes, all girlfriends that he had dated for a long time, and that the last person he told was his wife, all those years ago. So it was fair to say he was out of practice, then. With some expert coaxing from Julie, he eventually divulged his fetishes for white socks and tickling. Julie had counseled couples with fetishes before, albeit not these specific ones. But she knew someone who had, along with a host of other fetishes. She was a friend and colleague of hers, in a way. They had trained together, but since then Nicole had carved out a niche for herself in the non-vanilla sexual community. She had a very unique perspective on the fetish world. In fact, in addition to her role as a sex therapist, she was also a professional dominatrix.
Now Paul and Jessica, holding hands, walked into Nicole's office. Paul was experiencing the weird combination of nervousness, fear, and arousal that always accompanied a discussion of his fetish. Nicole sat down opposite them, smiling kindly. She was pretty, not beautiful but certainly attractive. She was wearing high heels, which relieved Paul; he would feel extremely self-conscious if she was wearing white socks when he told her the he had a fetish for them. She started off with a reassurance that anything said in her presence was confidential, and explained her background. She had been a professional dominatrix first, and then saw the potential good that she could do for couples with the added training of a sex therapist. It was all very informal, and the couple began to relax. Finally, she explained that her role was to facilitate a deepening of their sexual relationship, in order to benefit their marriage. With that transition, her gazed turned towards Paul, and looking directly into his eyes she asked what his fetishes were.
He was struck by her gaze, and immediately broke eye contact. Looking at the floor, he said “uhm, white socks and tickling.”
“Good. And do you feel comfortable exploring those fetishes with Jessica?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied.
“And do you feel comfortable exploring Paul's fetish in your own sexual life?” she asked, turning her attention to Jessica.
“Very. At first, I didn't really understand the significance of a fetish. I just thought it was something you liked. But he was very open about it, and I feel I deeply understand it now,” Jessica replied.
As he watched, the two women discuss his deepest secrets, he began to feel a weight lifted off of him. He relaxed a little, and began to let his guard down. During the course of the session, they explored how his fetish developed, how he dealt with it, and how he and Jessica have incorporated it into their relationship. At the end of the session, they were already feeling better about the whole thing. Towards the end of the session, Nicole sat back in her chair and began to summarize what they had talked about.
“Well, you obviously have a very caring relationship, and a deep sense of respect for one another. With regards to your fetishes, Paul, my experience has been that both have dominant and submissive roles. When one person in a couple has a fetish, and the other doesn't, it can sometimes lead to an imbalance in the relationship. The emphasis can be the satisfaction of the person with the fetish, which ultimately makes that person more dominant. Even when you are acting in submission, by worshiping Jessica's socks, for instance (Paul winced at the mention of “socks”), Jessica is still satisfying your own fetish, because she is aroused by the sensation of arousing you. You are both strong individuals, and I feel that your relationship would benefit from being able to enjoy both the dominant and submissive roles. When you are able to read each other, and allow switching between these roles, you will not only have more satisfaction in your love life, but you will become closer as a couple.
“I have a system that I have been using for a while. It has three phases. At the moment, Paul has a more dominant role, and Jessica a more submissive. So phase one is aimed at building up Jessica's dominant side while enforcing Paul's truly submissive side, which you crave but have yet to give into. It will last one month. During this month, Jessica will be in total control of your sex and fetish lives, including when you have sex, and what you do during sex. Paul, you must refrain from viewing any pornographic material or masturbating, unless directed to by Jessica. By the end of the month, you will see Jessica in a whole new light, and will be able to fully engage your submissive side whenever you want. Then we can discuss the next phases. Paul, I am going to ask you to leave us for a few minutes while I discuss a few techniques Jessica can use to build her confidence so that she can embrace her inner dominatrix.”
He was fairly stunned. He thanked Nicole and kissed Jessica, and walked outside to the waiting room. Luckily they were Nicole's last appointment, so no one else was there. He was incredibly excited. Many of the things Nichole said had resonated with him. He did wish to experience submission. Even though Jessica often tied him up and tickled him, he still felt some element of control. When she teased him with her socks, he knew that he would be able to have them when he wanted. He was excited (and a little nervous) to see her inner dominatrix come to life. He ached to know what they were discussing in there. After about 15 minutes, Jessica came strutting out of the office, smiling. He thought he detected a sparkle in her eyes as they walked out of the office to the car, but he couldn't be sure.
Usually, as soon as Jessica walked in the door of their home, she would take off her shoes and let Paul smell her socked feet. It had become so familiar, it was almost as if it were just a formality. This night was different. She kept her shoes firmly on her feet, and invited Paul to sit down on their couch. She sat down next to him, and place her feet on his lap. He liked this already. As she playfully wiggled her feet in his lap, he felt his desire building.
“Look at me,” she said, in an authoritative tone. He looked at her eyes, and saw she was already beginning to enjoy her new role. He wanted to look back at her feet, but he restrained.
“This is day one of 30 for us, during which I will control every aspect of our sex life. I want to set down some ground rules First, you are not to even look at my feet unless I give you express permission to do so. Second, you are not to touch any of my shoes or socks around the house unless you are told to. Third, you will have sex with me whenever I want, and submit to any whim or desire I have. Finally, at the end of each week we will have a full domination session. I can tell you now that if you do not behave, then you will not be rewarded with even a whiff of socks during these session. What there will be, and will be a lot of, is tickling” She had noticed during her talk that Paul was becoming quite aroused, and at the mention of tickling she lightly squeezed his erection between her sneaker-clad feet, and he responded with a moan of pleasure.
“This won't be like any tickling you have ever received. You will be tied up and mercilessly tickled, until you can't take it anymore. And then I will tickle you more. By the end of the first session, you will know what it feels like to be my tickle slave.”
He was in heaven. He couldn't believe how well she was adapting to her new role. He didn't know what to say, so he just said “Yes, mistress.”
***
“Good. Now just to be sure you got the message, I am going to tickle you right now. I am going to ask you to keep your arms above your head. You *must* keep your arms above your head. If you bring them down, even for a moment, you will be punished. Do you understand?” she said, smirking. That sparkle in her eyes was back, and Paul was completely and utterly overtaken with desire. She knew that he was too ticklish to withstand this, and so she was already planning on punishing him, but to make him suffer even before she did so. He was elated. “Yes, mistress,” he managed to get out.
She swung her legs off his rock hard erection, and move over to straddle him on the couch. “Put your hands behind your head,” she instructed. He did as he was told, interlocking his fingers behind his head. She rocked her body against him, making him even hornier. Then he could feel her fingers beginning to lift up his shirt, very slowly.
“Remember, you must not get in the way of your mistress tickling you. I will tickle for as long as I want, and you just have to have the willpower to take it. Can you do that?” she whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Mistress, I'll try” he said, and immediately realized his mistake. She moved back to look at him, smiling as she brought her fingers up under his shirt.
“You better do more than try, slave, or else your weekly tickle session will be particularly severe,” she said very slowly, all the while her fingers were beginning to trace up his sides. She had the lightest touch, but it was already beginning to tickle. She was moving slowly towards his armpits, he knew. She was going to draw it out as long as possible, so that the anticipation would become overwhelming, before she went for the kill. There's no way he would be able to handle a full-on assault, he knew. She got closer, now wiggling all her fingers just over his skin. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to try to block out the sensation.
“Open your eyes and look at me, watch my as a tickle you,” she commanded. He looked up into her eyes, and when he did so he realized how much she was enjoying this. She was smiling sadistically. This was only the beginning, he thought. She is really going to enjoy tormenting me. As if to confirm his thoughts, she moved both her hands past his vulnerable armpits to his upper arms, prolonging the inevitable. She was moving her fingers faster, her nails scarping against the skin of his arms. He cracked a smile, then began to laugh. She moved her hands to his sides, spider-tickling up his ribs, and he had to use all his strength not to bring his arms down. He broke her gaze.
“Watch me torture you,” she said again, in a determined voice. He did so, and he started to feel his submission envelop him. He watched her expression as she tickled him, methodically, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. Her smile widened even more, and she moved both hands quickly into his armpits. He was caught completely by surprise, and howled in laughter as he brought down both his arms. She continued to tickle him, trapping her fingers in his armpits and wriggling them madly. He tried to squirm away, but she continued to straddle him, launching quick attacks at any areas left defenseless by his ineffective attempts to escape. She grabbed his ribcage causing him to try to buck her off, then went back to his armpits when he tried to defend himself. She continued this for a few minutes, enjoying her first of many tickling sessions where Paul had failed the completely unrealistic goal she had set for him. She stopped tickling and let him catch his breath, but continued to straddle him.
“You didn't do as you were told, Paul. That means you must be punished. Your punishment will be that you will not be able to smell or touch my socks for the rest of the week. If you perform better throughout the week, then maybe you will be rewarded in our session. Now, get on your knees and take off my shoes, but do not touch my socks or let them touch you.”
He moved quickly to the floor in front of the couch, and removed her shoes one at a time. When they were off, Jessica placed them only a few inches in front of his face, wriggling her toes, teasing him. Her brief tickling and teasing had made him incredibly horny, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in her dirty socked feet. But he managed to control himself. Then he saw that she was actually moving her feet closer to his face. He had to actually back up to avoid having them land right against his nose, and it defied all his instincts to do so.
“Good job slave. Now I am going to sleep in these socks, so that I can tease you whenever I want to, and so that your torment will continue. But you are not to touch them. Just let me do whatever I want.”
Sure enough, when they got into bed she was still wearing her dirty white socks, and she rubbed them against and in-between his legs until she fell asleep. As he lay there, horny and frustrated, he thought of disobeying her and sneaking a smell of her socks while she slept. But he was also enjoying yielding all control to Jessica, and he decided to succumb to her demands. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what other surprises she had in store.
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The next week of Paul's life was one of the most amazing in his life. Jessica continued to surprise him with her dominance, and he began to feel submission surround him like a cocoon. Although they were as busy as ever, Jessica found new and creative ways to dominate him everyday. She dug up all of the stories that she had ever written for him, filled with lots of tickle torture as well as sock teasing, and every night when he came home from work his first assignment was to read one of them, which she would leave on the counter. By the time he finished, no matter how long his day was, he wanted to grab her and have her right where she stood. She held her promise, making him remove her shoes and teasing him with her socks each night but never letting him touch or smell them. Each day, the teasing and lack of orgasm made it easier and more fun for her to tease and torture him. By the end of the month, she thought, he would surely have been driven crazy with lust. She smiled at that.
Finally the end of the week came. They were both off work, and she had been planning the day for the entire week. She planned a day of teasing after which Paul would be so horny he would barely be able to concentrate. Then she would tie him up and let him in on her plan. In the morning, she made him put her sexiest boots on, over the same sexy socks that she had worn the day before. She knew she was off to a good start when Paul was moaning with pleasure and sexual frustration before she had even really started. He was anxious to find out what the plan for the day was, but she was purposely keeping him in the dark. Just another way to dominate him. They went out for breakfast, and throughout the meal she would occasionally slip one booted foot in-between his legs, causing him to fidget and, at one point, nearly spill the entire pot of coffee. Afterwards, she took him to a few places to go shoe shopping. This was always a major tease for him, because he would have to control himself in public. But after a week of teasing, it would be downright torture. She tried on different boots and sneakers, asking him with a tone of mock innocence what he thought of each. In between each pair he would catch glimpses of her socked feet. He was out of his mind with lust. Finally they were in the car on the way home. He had learned not to ask what was happening anymore, and was content to wait and see what Jessica had in store for him.
***
When they walked into their home, she led him right to the bedroom, and ordered him to strip. Once he was naked, she began to tie him up, each limb to a corner of the bed. She had tied him up like this many times before, but now there was a determination in her, and as the freedom of movement of each limb was taken away, he felt more and more helpless and vulnerable. He was totally naked, but she was still fully clothed. She sat next to him on the bed.
“Well, here we are. Just so you know, I still don't know if I am going to let you smell my socks today. I am enjoying teasing you with them. But one thing I can tell you, is that you are going to be tickled today for one hour.” He gulped. He had never been tickled for more than half an hour, and even that was not non-stop. It had usually been a teasing kind of tickling, with only a few minutes of hard, torturous tickling. As he pondered this, Jessica brought a blindfold over his eyes. Now, left in a world of darkness, he was acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt. He could feel the cool air on his naked body. He tested his bonds, and they were secure; he could not move any of his limbs. He was stretched tight on the bed. A wave of anxiety came over him. He could hear Jessica walking around the room, the authoritative clicking of her boots letting him know where she was. His body tensed with anticipation.
She walked around his body a few times, enjoying watching his muscles tense and relax when she walked closed to the bed. She had planned on drawing this out, but did not realize how much fun it would be. The blindfold really took away his sense of orientation. She realized he was intensely listening to the sound her boots were making, which had the added benefit of making him think about her boots (and the socks that she teased him with all day). She had decided that she wanted to start with a surprise attack, so she continued to walk around the sides of the bed. She let him know that she was watching him, and she was enjoying watching him squirm in anticipation. He moaned in submissive pleasure. She stopped near the foot of the bed, where his feet overhang the end of the bed slightly. She was near his right foot. She waited. He knew what was coming, but not when. The wait seemed interminable. Then, out of nowhere, the attacked. All of her fingers were attacking his right foot, simultaneously tickling under his toes and up along his arch. He broke out in a fit of laughter, desperately tried to pull his foot away, and bucked up and down on the bed. His bonds held firm. Each touch was like a current, and his brain was overwhelmed by the signals it was receiving. He settled down into a steady stream of helpless laughter. Just as it started, it stopped. He continued to laugh afterwards. He heard the clicking of her boots as she circled him again. She walked up and down the bed a few times, stopping once again at the foot of the bed. She was going for his other foot. He braced for it, but once again she waited, and waited. When she attacked, it was is right foot again, and he was taken off guard again, being reduced to laughter at the first stroke of her fingers. Then she tickled both his feet, tickling under his toes on both feet, which drove him absolutely mental. She tickled in the same spot for an eternity. She tickled fast, slow, light, and hard, but always under his toes. He was a mess already. Then she slowly moved her hands down his soles, tickling every inch on her way. He was laughing so hard that he couldn't speak. Finally, she stopped. She got onto the bed, and straddle him, placing her boots in between his legs. She leaned down to whisper into his ear.
“That was only 10 minutes, and it wasn't even your most ticklish spot. Do you think you can take 50 more minutes under your arms? Well, you don't really have a choice. And just so you can't say I never did anything for you......” as she spoke, she shoved something soft into his mouth. “That's a sock I wore for two days this week. So you are getting some sock action after all. That's going to be it, though. After your tickling, I am going to keep you tied up so I can torment you with my sweaty socks. So, are you ready?” she said, and he could hear her sadistic streak in her tone.
Now blindfolded, tied up, and gagged with a dirty sock, he braced himself for what would surely be the most intense tickling session of his life. She shifted on top of him, and placed all ten of her fingers in his armpits, lightly. He squirmed as she placed them, but she kept them completely still. Just the sensation of having her fingers there made him giggle. He was totally helpless, and she enjoyed every second of it. He moaned into his sock gag. She smiled down at him. She couldn't believe she had three more weeks to make him her slave. She looked forward to devising new ways to torture him. For the moment, though, she was going to tickle him, non-stop, until he knew what it truly felt to be her tickle slave.
TBC
Thought I'd put this story up, even though I'm not entirely thrilled with how it turned out, ie far (far) too much backstory. But to compensate, I have marked out the tickling parts with "***" so that you can ctrl-F for the relevant sections without further ado. Also, there's heavy sock fetish content, so, uh, watch out for that.
All characters are over 18, and everyone and everything is totally and completely made up, fictional, etc, etc.
Parts 2 and 3, eventually, theoretically, will have F/F as well as F/M and M/F.
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Paul fidgeted in his chair as he nervously studied his surroundings. From the framed, mediocre landscape paintings on the wall to the coffee table strewn with old Time and Women's Health magazines, it had all the makings of a standard doctor's waiting room – he knew them well. It was, however, missing the usual cues as to what type of medicine or therapy was carried out there: the anatomical drawings of the skeleton in a surgeon's office, for example. In fact, there was no indication at all towards the real goal of the place. He squeezed his wife's hand, and she gave a supportive squeeze back. They had discussed this option extensively, of course, but he was nonetheless dreading what he had to do, pretty much as soon as his name was called. He glanced over at his wife. They were both casually dressed, her in a sweater, jeans, white socks, and sneakers. He groaned internally, wondering whether that was a good idea, given the circumstances. They were the only people in the room. After an agonizing wait, the door across the room opened and a woman walked out and glanced around the room. She had dark hair which was drawn up in a pony tail, brown eyes, and was about the same height as his wife, maybe 5'5” or so. She was dressed business casual, and she could have walked into any medical waiting room with a stethoscope around her neck and people would have assumed she was the doctor. But there was no stethoscope, and this was not a medical office. She called their names to come inside. As they rose to walk in, not knowing what exactly they were getting into, Paul reflected on how exactly he had gotten himself into this position.
Paul and Jessica had married young, right out of college. They were friends first before dating, but from the start there had always been strong sexual tension between them. They met first week of freshman year, and lived on the same floor. They were both struggling with the effects of long-distance relationships at ages when they really had no idea how to manage any type of relationship, let alone one with the added challenge of distance. They consoled each other with their difficulties, probably sharing more details than necessary as they solidified their bond. After only a few months, Paul let it slip that he had a fetish, and even though he told himself he was determined not to tell her the specifics, she was incessant and he eventually caved in (after all, he really wanted to). She responded well to news of his white sock and tickle fetish, and realized that she had been engaging his fetish interest pretty much since they had met, from padding around the dorm in her white socks, to sitting on his bed with her feet in his lap, and laughing uncontrollably every time he sneakily tickled her socked feet, which now that she thought about it was quite a lot. When their long distance relationships inevitably came to their respective ends, they unleashed all their pent-up sexual frustration at each other in a semester-long sex binge. They were compatible in every way: emotionally, intellectually, sexually. When he proposed to her on Valentine's Day of senior year, she didn't hesitate to say yes. They were married the following January.
Those days were, unfortunately, a fair distance behind them now. It had only been 6 years, but life had gotten significantly more complicated. They lived together while they pursued their own graduate degrees and professional opportunities. Now a young professional couple, they rarely had time to spend alone together. Both of their jobs were extremely time-consuming, and by the end of the day they were usually both mentally and physically exhausted. She brought up the idea of a marriage counselor.
Their marriage counselor, it must be said, was excellent. She immediately assuaged their major concerns, telling them that their experience was common among professional couples. She also established that overall, they were a happy couple (or at least, not unhappy). This was all very encouraging. She found right away that they were extremely supportive of the other's goals as well as forgiving of the hardships that have come about in pursuit of those goals. When the discussion turned to their sex lives, however, husband and wife were evasive and noncommittal. This was not unusual; many couples were reluctant to discuss such a private matter with what ultimately was a total stranger. She decided to let it go, and focus on other aspects until she had gained their trust. Over the next few months, they made significant progress in many areas, but they still refused to entertain a serious and in-depth discussion of their sex life. She guessed that there was a major problem there, but restrained herself from indulging her curiosity and guessing what it might be. Realizing that the couple might need additional assistance in that area, she suggested that they see a sex counselor. They looked at each other, but this apparently came as no surprise to them; they knew they probably needed the help, but were embarrassed for one reason or another to seek it out.
The sex counselor, Julie, was far more direct in her sessions than their marriage counselor. As part of her initial session, she flat out asked the couple if they had fetishes, and even if Paul hadn't agreed the look of sheer terror on his face at the question told her all she needed to know. It was painfully obvious that this was a source of embarrassment for him, so she used her normal tactic of asking questions around the subject, to get him more comfortable discussing it. It turns out he had only told 3 people ever about what turned out the be two fetishes, all girlfriends that he had dated for a long time, and that the last person he told was his wife, all those years ago. So it was fair to say he was out of practice, then. With some expert coaxing from Julie, he eventually divulged his fetishes for white socks and tickling. Julie had counseled couples with fetishes before, albeit not these specific ones. But she knew someone who had, along with a host of other fetishes. She was a friend and colleague of hers, in a way. They had trained together, but since then Nicole had carved out a niche for herself in the non-vanilla sexual community. She had a very unique perspective on the fetish world. In fact, in addition to her role as a sex therapist, she was also a professional dominatrix.
Now Paul and Jessica, holding hands, walked into Nicole's office. Paul was experiencing the weird combination of nervousness, fear, and arousal that always accompanied a discussion of his fetish. Nicole sat down opposite them, smiling kindly. She was pretty, not beautiful but certainly attractive. She was wearing high heels, which relieved Paul; he would feel extremely self-conscious if she was wearing white socks when he told her the he had a fetish for them. She started off with a reassurance that anything said in her presence was confidential, and explained her background. She had been a professional dominatrix first, and then saw the potential good that she could do for couples with the added training of a sex therapist. It was all very informal, and the couple began to relax. Finally, she explained that her role was to facilitate a deepening of their sexual relationship, in order to benefit their marriage. With that transition, her gazed turned towards Paul, and looking directly into his eyes she asked what his fetishes were.
He was struck by her gaze, and immediately broke eye contact. Looking at the floor, he said “uhm, white socks and tickling.”
“Good. And do you feel comfortable exploring those fetishes with Jessica?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied.
“And do you feel comfortable exploring Paul's fetish in your own sexual life?” she asked, turning her attention to Jessica.
“Very. At first, I didn't really understand the significance of a fetish. I just thought it was something you liked. But he was very open about it, and I feel I deeply understand it now,” Jessica replied.
As he watched, the two women discuss his deepest secrets, he began to feel a weight lifted off of him. He relaxed a little, and began to let his guard down. During the course of the session, they explored how his fetish developed, how he dealt with it, and how he and Jessica have incorporated it into their relationship. At the end of the session, they were already feeling better about the whole thing. Towards the end of the session, Nicole sat back in her chair and began to summarize what they had talked about.
“Well, you obviously have a very caring relationship, and a deep sense of respect for one another. With regards to your fetishes, Paul, my experience has been that both have dominant and submissive roles. When one person in a couple has a fetish, and the other doesn't, it can sometimes lead to an imbalance in the relationship. The emphasis can be the satisfaction of the person with the fetish, which ultimately makes that person more dominant. Even when you are acting in submission, by worshiping Jessica's socks, for instance (Paul winced at the mention of “socks”), Jessica is still satisfying your own fetish, because she is aroused by the sensation of arousing you. You are both strong individuals, and I feel that your relationship would benefit from being able to enjoy both the dominant and submissive roles. When you are able to read each other, and allow switching between these roles, you will not only have more satisfaction in your love life, but you will become closer as a couple.
“I have a system that I have been using for a while. It has three phases. At the moment, Paul has a more dominant role, and Jessica a more submissive. So phase one is aimed at building up Jessica's dominant side while enforcing Paul's truly submissive side, which you crave but have yet to give into. It will last one month. During this month, Jessica will be in total control of your sex and fetish lives, including when you have sex, and what you do during sex. Paul, you must refrain from viewing any pornographic material or masturbating, unless directed to by Jessica. By the end of the month, you will see Jessica in a whole new light, and will be able to fully engage your submissive side whenever you want. Then we can discuss the next phases. Paul, I am going to ask you to leave us for a few minutes while I discuss a few techniques Jessica can use to build her confidence so that she can embrace her inner dominatrix.”
He was fairly stunned. He thanked Nicole and kissed Jessica, and walked outside to the waiting room. Luckily they were Nicole's last appointment, so no one else was there. He was incredibly excited. Many of the things Nichole said had resonated with him. He did wish to experience submission. Even though Jessica often tied him up and tickled him, he still felt some element of control. When she teased him with her socks, he knew that he would be able to have them when he wanted. He was excited (and a little nervous) to see her inner dominatrix come to life. He ached to know what they were discussing in there. After about 15 minutes, Jessica came strutting out of the office, smiling. He thought he detected a sparkle in her eyes as they walked out of the office to the car, but he couldn't be sure.
Usually, as soon as Jessica walked in the door of their home, she would take off her shoes and let Paul smell her socked feet. It had become so familiar, it was almost as if it were just a formality. This night was different. She kept her shoes firmly on her feet, and invited Paul to sit down on their couch. She sat down next to him, and place her feet on his lap. He liked this already. As she playfully wiggled her feet in his lap, he felt his desire building.
“Look at me,” she said, in an authoritative tone. He looked at her eyes, and saw she was already beginning to enjoy her new role. He wanted to look back at her feet, but he restrained.
“This is day one of 30 for us, during which I will control every aspect of our sex life. I want to set down some ground rules First, you are not to even look at my feet unless I give you express permission to do so. Second, you are not to touch any of my shoes or socks around the house unless you are told to. Third, you will have sex with me whenever I want, and submit to any whim or desire I have. Finally, at the end of each week we will have a full domination session. I can tell you now that if you do not behave, then you will not be rewarded with even a whiff of socks during these session. What there will be, and will be a lot of, is tickling” She had noticed during her talk that Paul was becoming quite aroused, and at the mention of tickling she lightly squeezed his erection between her sneaker-clad feet, and he responded with a moan of pleasure.
“This won't be like any tickling you have ever received. You will be tied up and mercilessly tickled, until you can't take it anymore. And then I will tickle you more. By the end of the first session, you will know what it feels like to be my tickle slave.”
He was in heaven. He couldn't believe how well she was adapting to her new role. He didn't know what to say, so he just said “Yes, mistress.”
***
“Good. Now just to be sure you got the message, I am going to tickle you right now. I am going to ask you to keep your arms above your head. You *must* keep your arms above your head. If you bring them down, even for a moment, you will be punished. Do you understand?” she said, smirking. That sparkle in her eyes was back, and Paul was completely and utterly overtaken with desire. She knew that he was too ticklish to withstand this, and so she was already planning on punishing him, but to make him suffer even before she did so. He was elated. “Yes, mistress,” he managed to get out.
She swung her legs off his rock hard erection, and move over to straddle him on the couch. “Put your hands behind your head,” she instructed. He did as he was told, interlocking his fingers behind his head. She rocked her body against him, making him even hornier. Then he could feel her fingers beginning to lift up his shirt, very slowly.
“Remember, you must not get in the way of your mistress tickling you. I will tickle for as long as I want, and you just have to have the willpower to take it. Can you do that?” she whispered in his ear.
“Yes, Mistress, I'll try” he said, and immediately realized his mistake. She moved back to look at him, smiling as she brought her fingers up under his shirt.
“You better do more than try, slave, or else your weekly tickle session will be particularly severe,” she said very slowly, all the while her fingers were beginning to trace up his sides. She had the lightest touch, but it was already beginning to tickle. She was moving slowly towards his armpits, he knew. She was going to draw it out as long as possible, so that the anticipation would become overwhelming, before she went for the kill. There's no way he would be able to handle a full-on assault, he knew. She got closer, now wiggling all her fingers just over his skin. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth to try to block out the sensation.
“Open your eyes and look at me, watch my as a tickle you,” she commanded. He looked up into her eyes, and when he did so he realized how much she was enjoying this. She was smiling sadistically. This was only the beginning, he thought. She is really going to enjoy tormenting me. As if to confirm his thoughts, she moved both her hands past his vulnerable armpits to his upper arms, prolonging the inevitable. She was moving her fingers faster, her nails scarping against the skin of his arms. He cracked a smile, then began to laugh. She moved her hands to his sides, spider-tickling up his ribs, and he had to use all his strength not to bring his arms down. He broke her gaze.
“Watch me torture you,” she said again, in a determined voice. He did so, and he started to feel his submission envelop him. He watched her expression as she tickled him, methodically, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him. Her smile widened even more, and she moved both hands quickly into his armpits. He was caught completely by surprise, and howled in laughter as he brought down both his arms. She continued to tickle him, trapping her fingers in his armpits and wriggling them madly. He tried to squirm away, but she continued to straddle him, launching quick attacks at any areas left defenseless by his ineffective attempts to escape. She grabbed his ribcage causing him to try to buck her off, then went back to his armpits when he tried to defend himself. She continued this for a few minutes, enjoying her first of many tickling sessions where Paul had failed the completely unrealistic goal she had set for him. She stopped tickling and let him catch his breath, but continued to straddle him.
“You didn't do as you were told, Paul. That means you must be punished. Your punishment will be that you will not be able to smell or touch my socks for the rest of the week. If you perform better throughout the week, then maybe you will be rewarded in our session. Now, get on your knees and take off my shoes, but do not touch my socks or let them touch you.”
He moved quickly to the floor in front of the couch, and removed her shoes one at a time. When they were off, Jessica placed them only a few inches in front of his face, wriggling her toes, teasing him. Her brief tickling and teasing had made him incredibly horny, and all he wanted to do was bury his face in her dirty socked feet. But he managed to control himself. Then he saw that she was actually moving her feet closer to his face. He had to actually back up to avoid having them land right against his nose, and it defied all his instincts to do so.
“Good job slave. Now I am going to sleep in these socks, so that I can tease you whenever I want to, and so that your torment will continue. But you are not to touch them. Just let me do whatever I want.”
Sure enough, when they got into bed she was still wearing her dirty white socks, and she rubbed them against and in-between his legs until she fell asleep. As he lay there, horny and frustrated, he thought of disobeying her and sneaking a smell of her socks while she slept. But he was also enjoying yielding all control to Jessica, and he decided to succumb to her demands. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what other surprises she had in store.
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The next week of Paul's life was one of the most amazing in his life. Jessica continued to surprise him with her dominance, and he began to feel submission surround him like a cocoon. Although they were as busy as ever, Jessica found new and creative ways to dominate him everyday. She dug up all of the stories that she had ever written for him, filled with lots of tickle torture as well as sock teasing, and every night when he came home from work his first assignment was to read one of them, which she would leave on the counter. By the time he finished, no matter how long his day was, he wanted to grab her and have her right where she stood. She held her promise, making him remove her shoes and teasing him with her socks each night but never letting him touch or smell them. Each day, the teasing and lack of orgasm made it easier and more fun for her to tease and torture him. By the end of the month, she thought, he would surely have been driven crazy with lust. She smiled at that.
Finally the end of the week came. They were both off work, and she had been planning the day for the entire week. She planned a day of teasing after which Paul would be so horny he would barely be able to concentrate. Then she would tie him up and let him in on her plan. In the morning, she made him put her sexiest boots on, over the same sexy socks that she had worn the day before. She knew she was off to a good start when Paul was moaning with pleasure and sexual frustration before she had even really started. He was anxious to find out what the plan for the day was, but she was purposely keeping him in the dark. Just another way to dominate him. They went out for breakfast, and throughout the meal she would occasionally slip one booted foot in-between his legs, causing him to fidget and, at one point, nearly spill the entire pot of coffee. Afterwards, she took him to a few places to go shoe shopping. This was always a major tease for him, because he would have to control himself in public. But after a week of teasing, it would be downright torture. She tried on different boots and sneakers, asking him with a tone of mock innocence what he thought of each. In between each pair he would catch glimpses of her socked feet. He was out of his mind with lust. Finally they were in the car on the way home. He had learned not to ask what was happening anymore, and was content to wait and see what Jessica had in store for him.
***
When they walked into their home, she led him right to the bedroom, and ordered him to strip. Once he was naked, she began to tie him up, each limb to a corner of the bed. She had tied him up like this many times before, but now there was a determination in her, and as the freedom of movement of each limb was taken away, he felt more and more helpless and vulnerable. He was totally naked, but she was still fully clothed. She sat next to him on the bed.
“Well, here we are. Just so you know, I still don't know if I am going to let you smell my socks today. I am enjoying teasing you with them. But one thing I can tell you, is that you are going to be tickled today for one hour.” He gulped. He had never been tickled for more than half an hour, and even that was not non-stop. It had usually been a teasing kind of tickling, with only a few minutes of hard, torturous tickling. As he pondered this, Jessica brought a blindfold over his eyes. Now, left in a world of darkness, he was acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt. He could feel the cool air on his naked body. He tested his bonds, and they were secure; he could not move any of his limbs. He was stretched tight on the bed. A wave of anxiety came over him. He could hear Jessica walking around the room, the authoritative clicking of her boots letting him know where she was. His body tensed with anticipation.
She walked around his body a few times, enjoying watching his muscles tense and relax when she walked closed to the bed. She had planned on drawing this out, but did not realize how much fun it would be. The blindfold really took away his sense of orientation. She realized he was intensely listening to the sound her boots were making, which had the added benefit of making him think about her boots (and the socks that she teased him with all day). She had decided that she wanted to start with a surprise attack, so she continued to walk around the sides of the bed. She let him know that she was watching him, and she was enjoying watching him squirm in anticipation. He moaned in submissive pleasure. She stopped near the foot of the bed, where his feet overhang the end of the bed slightly. She was near his right foot. She waited. He knew what was coming, but not when. The wait seemed interminable. Then, out of nowhere, the attacked. All of her fingers were attacking his right foot, simultaneously tickling under his toes and up along his arch. He broke out in a fit of laughter, desperately tried to pull his foot away, and bucked up and down on the bed. His bonds held firm. Each touch was like a current, and his brain was overwhelmed by the signals it was receiving. He settled down into a steady stream of helpless laughter. Just as it started, it stopped. He continued to laugh afterwards. He heard the clicking of her boots as she circled him again. She walked up and down the bed a few times, stopping once again at the foot of the bed. She was going for his other foot. He braced for it, but once again she waited, and waited. When she attacked, it was is right foot again, and he was taken off guard again, being reduced to laughter at the first stroke of her fingers. Then she tickled both his feet, tickling under his toes on both feet, which drove him absolutely mental. She tickled in the same spot for an eternity. She tickled fast, slow, light, and hard, but always under his toes. He was a mess already. Then she slowly moved her hands down his soles, tickling every inch on her way. He was laughing so hard that he couldn't speak. Finally, she stopped. She got onto the bed, and straddle him, placing her boots in between his legs. She leaned down to whisper into his ear.
“That was only 10 minutes, and it wasn't even your most ticklish spot. Do you think you can take 50 more minutes under your arms? Well, you don't really have a choice. And just so you can't say I never did anything for you......” as she spoke, she shoved something soft into his mouth. “That's a sock I wore for two days this week. So you are getting some sock action after all. That's going to be it, though. After your tickling, I am going to keep you tied up so I can torment you with my sweaty socks. So, are you ready?” she said, and he could hear her sadistic streak in her tone.
Now blindfolded, tied up, and gagged with a dirty sock, he braced himself for what would surely be the most intense tickling session of his life. She shifted on top of him, and placed all ten of her fingers in his armpits, lightly. He squirmed as she placed them, but she kept them completely still. Just the sensation of having her fingers there made him giggle. He was totally helpless, and she enjoyed every second of it. He moaned into his sock gag. She smiled down at him. She couldn't believe she had three more weeks to make him her slave. She looked forward to devising new ways to torture him. For the moment, though, she was going to tickle him, non-stop, until he knew what it truly felt to be her tickle slave.
TBC
