Robyn and Peter were sitting in a nearly empty movie theater, enjoying a movie that was a few weeks old. They came to this second run movie theater almost every Friday night. It was cheaper and less crowded than going to the big cineplexes and Robyn usually could take off her shoes and relax without any complaints. As usual, Robyn had slipped her feet out of her flip flops almost immediately after sitting down and had them propped up on the chair in front of her for the whole movie. During the movie, she would constantly move them around, rub one sole against the other foot and flex her toes in and out.
Robyn was a Filipino American woman nearly 30. She was 5’4” and had size 5 feet. They were dark skinned and currently had light purple painted toenails. She had gorgeous feet and put a lot of effort in keeping them that way. She would moisturize them every night and get a pedicure every week. Robyn enjoyed flaunting her beautiful feet in public. She would take every opportunity to stick out her naked soles and hoped others would notice them, but she would do it in a secretive way and she would pretend not to notice. She did enjoy seeing people stare at them from the corners of her eyes, both ones that were attracted to her feet and others that were jealous of how beautiful they were.
Robyn also secretly wanted to see what it felt like for her feet to be tickled. Peter, her current boyfriend, would occasionally give her a quick tickle, she would resist, and he would stop. She wanted him to one time not stop and keep pressing on, even tying her down, leaving her feet completely in his power to tickle over and over. She wanted it to be a surprise though, and wasn’t sure if she’d like it or not, so she hadn’t said anything.
Peter did think that Robyn had really great looking feet but he did not feel any special attraction to them. He would occasionally try to make fun of Robyn’s feet or briefly tickle them in some way since she was barefoot so often, but he never thought to do anything more.
As the movie ended and the credits rolled, Robyn leaned over and asked Peter “So what did you think of the movie?”
He answered “I don’t know. I kept getting distracted by your feet.”
“Aww. You think they are cute?” Robyn asked as she wiggled her toes.
“No, I was distracted by their smell” Peter joked.
“Hmph!” Robyn said. She pulled her feet away from the seat in front of her and moved her soles into Peter’s face. “They smell nice! See!”
Peter did catch a whiff of a slightly floral aroma. They really did smell nice. He still joked around though. He grabbed one of Robyn’s ankles and started spider tickling her sole.
“Haha! No, don’t!” she protested. She moved her feet back onto the seat in front of her.
Peter had an idea to be more playful. He reached down and grabbed her flip flops. “Well, since you have such great feet, why don’t you show them off without any shoes at all?” He got up and started to walk away.
“Nuh-uh. I’m not walking barefoot on this nasty ass floor. It’s probably all sticky. Bring my shoes back!”
“You’re going to have to come get them. The longer you wait, the further you’ll have to walk.” Peter kept walking down the aisle to the end. He looked back.
Robyn knew that Peter was just playing around. She was going to win this battle though – she would just sit there and he would eventually come back with her flip flops. Robyn crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Still with her feet out on the chair in front of her, she crossed one ankle over the other. “I’m not going anywhere. Bring my shoes back!”
“Nope. Guess I’ll see you out in the parking lot!” Peter walked down the stairs. At the bottom, he turned back and Robyn hadn’t moved. He smiled at her and walked out of the theater with her shoes.
As Peter walked out, one of the movie theater employees walked in to clean up the theater before the next show. He saw Robyn sitting up there, with her beautiful soles facing him. He had seen this girl around a lot and had definitely noticed her feet. Him and a few of the other guys that worked there had dreamed of getting to tickle and worship her feet.
“Um, excuse me” he said. “The movie is over. You need to leave now.”
Robyn didn’t budge. “My boyfriend took my shoes and left me here barefoot. I’m not going anywhere until he brings my shoes back!”
“I’m sorry he did that to you but you can’t stay here.”
“I’m only leaving if I get my shoes back.”
The employee thought for a minute. “Ok, I think I saw him walking out as I walked in. I’ll see if I can find your shoes. Otherwise you’ll need to leave without them.” He walked out.
A few minutes later people started walking in for the next movie showing. Robyn remained sitting with her feet propped up on the seat, showing her feet off to them. She could see two guys walking in looking at her feet and whispering, but pretended she didn’t see them. She still had her feet crossed at the ankles. She spread the toes on her upper foot in and out, almost like she was waving hello at them. In total about ten people came in and nobody sat close to her.
Just after the lights dimmed, the movie employee came back in, along with two other employees. They walked up the stairs to the seat just in front of Robyn. All three of them were standing inches from her soles.
“We couldn’t find your shoes” the first one said. “You’ll need to leave.”
“I told you, I’m not leaving without my shoes. The floor is nasty here and I’m not getting my beautiful feet all dirty!” As Robyn talked about her feet, she uncrossed them and elevated them slightly towards the employees.
Another employee said “You shouldn’t be sitting here barefoot anyway. It’s not sanitary”
“My feet are clean. I take really good care of them!”
“Look, we’ll give you one last chance to leave. The movie has started and you aren’t allowed to be here.”
“What are you going to do to me if I don’t?”
There was a brief pause. Then, at once, two of the employees each grabbed one of Robyn’s ankles and pulled her feet down in between each side of the seat in front of her. Taken by surprise, she slid slightly down her seat so that her lower back was not in contact with the seat. The hands were still holding her ankles and she couldn’t move her feet out.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Robyn said.
“Shh! Other people are trying to watch the movie. You wouldn’t want to disturb them, would you? You’ve already caused enough trouble!”
Robyn felt fingers start to dance across her soles. She couldn’t see her feet from behind the seat but felt both her feet being tickled at once.
“Hahaha. Stop! No!”
“Shhh! You’re at the movies!”
Robyn bit her lip and tried not to laugh. It was so hard though. After all the moisturizing, Robyn’s feet were very sensitive and ticklish. She tried pulling her feet away but all she could do was wiggle her toes helplessly.
Whispering, she could hear the employees say “God, you have cute feet.” “They are so soft!” “Look at her toes wiggle. This is great!”
Robyn felt the hands relentlessly tickle the entirety of her feet. Up and down her soles, from the balls of her feet to the tips of her toes. Along the sides and on the tops. She kept laughing quietly, taking every effort to not laugh louder.
“Noooo. It tickles so much!”
Robyn’s laughter got louder and louder. Soon, she could hear other people in the theater talking, noticing something was going on.
One of them asked “Hey, what’s going on?”
One of the employees responded “This girl thinks she doesn’t need to pay for movies and that she can just sit around showing off her dirty feet to everybody. We’re teaching her a lesson.”
Robyn heard a few people in the audience laugh. There was a shuffle of footsteps as some people moved in for a closer look. As Robyn realized that she was now the exhibition and not the movie, she didn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing at full volume.
“HAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! STOP!”
Robyn heard new voices coming from behind the chair. “Haha. Look at her. She’s really ticklish huh?” Robyn enjoyed showing off her feet before but now, having everybody watching them get tickled, Robyn felt humiliated.
“No! Let me go! Please!”
She heard one guy say “This is so hot! It’s going on Youtube and going to get like a million hits!”
“No! Let me go!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (but only a few minutes), the tickling stopped. Robyn’s feet were still being held captive though.
One of the employees, the one doing the majority of the tickling, said “I just had an idea. I’ll be right back. In the meantime, do one of you want to take over?”
Robyn heard a female voice, one of the people from the audience. “We’d love to. My sister and I used to tickle each other and have had lots of practice!” Robyn heard footsteps approaching her feet, hidden to Robyn’s view. At once, Robyn felt a set of long nails attacking each of her soles. This was a hundred times more intense than the tickling she had received before.
“HAHAHA! OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHA!”
“Wow, you have really ticklish feet sweetie!” one of the girls said. “Kootchie kootchie koo!”
“NO! NO! AHAHAHA!” Robyn started flailing more in her chair. She moved lower and lower, swinging her arms all around.
“Oh no, she’s about to fall. Let’s get her some more help” one of the girls tickling Robyn’s feet said.
Robyn heard footsteps running up towards her. Two people grabbed her wrists and held them up. The girls in front of Robyn resumed tickling her feet.
“There, that’s better. Now you won’t slide around in your seat and hurt yourself.”
“HAHAHA. NOOOO!” Robyn was completely trapped. She couldn’t move her arms or her legs.
“I wonder if her most ticklish spot is the same as yours, sis” one of the girls said.
“Let’s see.”
Robyn felt the ticklish nails go for her toes. Robyn quickly scrunched her toes together.
“Aww, that’s no fun. You’re not letting us play with your toes!”
“Leave my toes alone!”
“Hehe. I guess she is ticklish there. It’s okay, we know ways of getting in.”
Robyn felt both sets of nails scratch over the middle of her soles again and again. Robyn’s toes automatically started widening. She felt the hands quickly push the tops of her toes against the seat. Robyn couldn’t scrunch them back!
“There, now that’s better!”
Robyn felt the nails tickle the bottoms of her toes, each one again and again.
“HAHAHA. NOOOOO! STOP! IT TICKLES! IT TICKLES!”
“Yep, it looks like you were right. The bottoms of her toes are the most ticklish.”
“STOP! NOT MY TOOOOESSSSS! HAHAHAH!”
As the girls kept tickling Robyn’s toes, they said to the rest of the group“This is so much fun! Why don’t the rest of you join!?”
Robyn heard more foot steps run up the steps towards her. She wasn’t sure how many people there were, but she could see at least two on each side of her and more on the row behind her, looking down. Robyn was wearing a purple tank top, leaving her armpits and neck very exposed.
Suddenly, Robyn felt millions of hands tickling her at once, all over her body. She tried to fight back but her ankles and wrists were being firmly held.
“HAHAH! HAHA! NOOOOO!”
Robyn’s shirt came up slightly and Robyn felt hands tickling her belly too. This was agony for Robyn. She had always wondered what it would be like to be tickled like this, but this was way too intense. Too many hands were playing with her and she didn’t know any of them. Robyn didn’t know how much longer this would go on for!
Robyn thought of Peter. Where was he! He would come in at any second and stop this!
“PETER!” Robyn shouted. “PETER! HELP! HAHAH!”
“Is Peter your boyfriend?” one of the employees asked.
I between laughs, Robyn said “YEAH! AHAHA! HE’S GOING – HAHA – TO COME – HAHA – BACK AND – HAHAH- STOP – HAHA- THIS! HAHAHA”
“Before we came in here, the other guy saw your boyfriend standing out in the lobby with your flip flops. He told him that you had left and taken a cab home. He ran out looking for you.”
“OH NO! HAHA! HAHA!”
“Yeah, guess he shouldn’t have taken away your shoes, huh? There’s still another hour in this movie and it’s the last one of the night, so we can keep doing this all night long!”
“NO! HAHAHAH! HAHAHAH! NOOOO!”
Robyn was terrified. Now it looked like Peter wasn’t going to be coming to rescue her. She was completely at the mercy of these people and all of their tickling hands for a whole night!
At that point Robyn felt the tickling let up and stop. She panted, trying to catch her breath.
“Look what I got! It took me so long so I could heat up a fresh batch.” The original employee, who had left, had returned. Everybody else seemed interested in what he had and stopped tickling Robyn. The two people holding her arms up remained but the others walked back down for a closer look at her feet.
Robyn felt the hands securing her ankles shift so that one hand was holding an ankle and the other held the ball of her foot so that her toes were pointed straight up. On her left foot, Robyn felt a very warm, gooey liquid drop onto the tops of her toes and slowly drip down the tops and bottoms of her feet. The hands holding her foot in place started rubbing the liquid into her foot.
“What is this stuff?” thought Robyn. It would almost feet nice if she wasn’t in such a terrifying position.
“What are you doing? What are you putting on my feet??”
Then she felt the same thing happen to her right foot.
The employee that brought the liquid said “What’s a movie without buttered popcorn? You brought us the popcorn so I brought the butter!”
Then suddenly the nails that were tickling her feet so relentlessly before continued. “HAHAH! HAHA!” The warm butter made Robyn’s feet even more sensitive. Robyn didn’t think the tickling could be any worse, but this somehow was.
“NOO! NOOO! STOP! HAHAHA!”
She heard the rest of the audience laughing. “Man, that’s hot!”
At one point, Robyn felt one of the girls tickling her feet let up. Robyn felt a wet and somewhat rough object touch the ball of her foot and slowly work its way up to her toes.
“Oh my god. The butter makes your feet taste so good! You should try it, sis!”
Robyn then felt both girls licking her feet. Their tongues explored all over her feet, but mostly the middle of her sole, where they went up and down, over and over. Robyn heard the sounds of their tongues lapping at her soles.
“HAHA! NOOO! DON’T LICK MY FEET!”
“Aww, does that tickle too?”
“YES! SO MUCH!”
“Your feet are most ticklish ones I’ve ever seen! Haha. And they taste soo good!”
“HAHAH! STOP! HAHAHA!”
“Let’s let the boys try some, huh?” one of the tickling girls said.
Robyn felt a fresh coat of butter being poured on her toes down to her feet. The girls rubbed the butter in this time, being more careful to rub it in everywhere. Robyn felt them grab each of her toes individually and twist to rub the butter in. Then she felt different sets of tongues lick her feet, these rougher.
“HAHAH! NOO! STOP!”
Robyn heard some laughing and clapping from the audience watching her soles. Robyn used to love it when her feet got attention but did not like this at all!
One of the employees put Robyn’s toes in his mouth. She felt his tongue try and get between her toes but she scrunched them together. She felt tickling at the ball of that foot and automatically moved her toes back and forth over the guy’s tongue.
He stopped briefly to talk to the other foot worshipper. “Haha. That’s awesome. Hey, if you tickle the ball of her foot, her toes start to squirm. You have to try it with her toes in your mouth. It feels awesome!”
Robyn felt her toes inside both mouths, covered in warm saliva and helplessly moving back and forth along their tongues as the balls of her feet were tickled. The motion of her toes against their tongues was so ticklish, but she couldn’t help doing it.
“HAHAHA. NOO! NOT MY TOES! NOT MY TOES! THEY ARE SO TICKLISH!”
“You heard her. Not her toes. Let’s get her everywhere else!”
Robyn heard footsteps moving toward her again. Again, she was surrounded and was tickled in many places at once – her armpits, her neck, her shoulders, her tummy. The guys stopped licking her feet and she felt multiple pairs of hands tickling her feet at once.
“OH MY GOD! NOOOOOO! HAHAHHA! AHAHAHA!”
At one point soon, the movie ended and the lights came on, but Robyn hardly noticed. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open anymore she had been laughing so hard.
“What the hell is going on?” Robyn heard a familiar voice shout.
Peter, having been told that Robyn had taken a cab home, rushed out of the movie theater after her. He texted her on his way to his car, saying that he was only joking and he’d come to get her wherever she was. She didn’t respond to the text and Peter thought at first that she was only trying to give him a hard time for taking her shoes.
He drove to her place, the only place he could reasonably see her going barefoot. Her roommate was home and told him that she hadn’t seen her.
Peter, unsure what to do, rushed back to the movie theater. Ticket sales were over since there were no other movies that night. Peter tried getting them to let him back in the theater, but they said they had checked and Robyn wasn’t there. Peter, who could be just as stubborn as Robyn, refused to leave without checking himself. Finally, after the movie was over, they let him back in.
As Peter rushed in, he saw a gang of people gathered around the seat Robyn had been sitting in. He couldn’t see her, but saw a pair of arms being held up and a pair of soles sticking out of the seat in front. They were definitely Robyn’s soles, though a lot pinker than usual. There was the sound of extreme laughter.
“What the hell is going on?” Peter shouted.
Everybody except one of the employees stopped and looked at Peter. The employee kept tickling Robyn’s soles. “We’re teaching this girl why she shouldn’t sit in a movie theater barefoot, leaving her ticklish soles vulnerable!”
“Hey, stop!” Peter shouted. The guy did stop, turned around, and realized that they probably went too far.
Peter was completely surprised by what he saw when he came in. He had seen Robyn barefoot in public often, but never thought she would be tickled like this. Peter could tell that she was in agony but it also stirred sexual feelings in himself that he didn’t know that he had. Seeing Robyn at the mercy of all these people and her laughing really turned him on. Peter was conflicted.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry.” The first employee, the one that started it all, started to look horrified. He looked back and forth between Peter and Robyn, processing what had just happened and what they had just done to Robyn.
Robyn was too tired to move. She lied their, panting, and said “Peter? Is it really you? Thank God. Get me out of here!”
Peter, still conflicted, thought for a moment. All of the ticklers stayed in their positions, surprised by what had just happened.
Finally, Peter said “Well, did she learn her lesson?”
“What?” one of the employees said.
“Do you think she learned why she shouldn’t sit around in a movie theater with her sexy feet so exposed?”
“Ummm….”
“I don’t know. I just walked in. I think she might need some more of her lesson.” Peter said smiling.
All of the ticklers started smiling at once. They didn’t believe this was happening. And neither did Robyn!
Suddenly they all started tickling Robyn again, with Peter watching. He saw her toes widen and scrunch as two pairs of hands each tickled her feet and heard the sound of her laughter, laughter more intense than any he had heard before.
“NOO! PETER! PETER! HOW COULD YOU?! NOOO! HAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Peter coming to stop this was Robyn’s only hope, but now he had turned on her too. She was going to be tickled by this crowd all night! And Peter was just standing by, watching.
As sexy as it was for Peter to watch, he knew that it couldn’t go on for long. After five minutes, he stopped them. “Okay! Stop! She’s had enough!”
Everybody stopped. There were a few groans, but no real protest. They all knew that they had tickled her for a long time and it was more than enough.
Robyn, too tired to move, just lied there. She wiggled her toes slightly but that’s the most she could move. She heard everybody shuffle out of the theater and finally saw Peter approach the seat in front of her and look down.
“Hi. So, how are you doing?”
“Awful” Robyn faintly said. “How could you let them keep doing that to me?”
“I don’t know. When I walked in and saw what was going on, I was completely surprised. I actually got aroused and felt like I needed to see more. I’m sorry I didn’t stop it and sorry that you went through that.”
Robyn thought for a minute. “Actually, there was a small part of me that liked it. Very small. There were too many people and it was too intense. I didn’t like being at the mercy of strangers. But I guess I’ve been kind of curious about what it would be like to be tickled.”
“Oh yeah?” Peter smiled. Robyn felt him start to tickle her soles.
“No!” Robyn whimpered. “Not now. That was just too intense before. I need to rest. But maybe something less intense, just you and me, sometime?” She smiled.
“You got it.” Peter paused. “Oh no. I think I forgot to bring your shoes in. Looks like you’ll have to walk back barefoot after all.”
“Oh no. No way. After all that I’ve been through, you know I’m not losing that battle tonight.”
Peter smiled. He picked Robyn up and carried her to his car.
The next day, Robyn threw out all of her sandals. She still moisturized her feet every night and kept them in great shape, but was hesitant to show them off in public. However, she would still unconsciously pop her feet out of her shoes on occasion and inadvertently show them off.
Her week was a bit strange. Robyn felt like she would hear whispers of people talking about her – she’d turn to look and they would quickly look away. One day Robyn had inadvertently placed her bare feet on a chair at a coffee shop and felt somebody brush against her sole. Robyn looked at the person who did but he quickly walked away – it did not look intentional that he touched her foot but Robyn was extra paranoid since her tickling incident at the movies.
At the end of the week, Robyn was relaxing on the couch at her home. She had just gone to get a pedicure earlier in the day before her date with Peter and had her feet propped up on the arm of the sofa, admiring her cherry red toes. While she tried not to be barefoot in public anymore, Robyn still would go barefoot at home, where it was just her and her roommate, Tara.
Robyn saw her roommate sitting at a table beyond her propped up feet, watching something on her computer. Robyn saw Tara glance at her feet and smile.
“What?” Robyn asked.
“Oh, nothing. Did you get a pedicure today?” Tara said.
“Yeah. Do you like them?” Robyn elevated her feet slightly and wiggled her toes.
“Definitely.” Tara smiled big. Then chuckled a little.
“What’s up? Why are you laughing?” Robyn started feeling paranoid again. She didn’t tell Tara anything about the tickling incident because it had been too embarrassing. But now she felt something was up with her feet.
“It’s a long story” Tara said. “I’ll tell you about it later. What are you going to see with Peter tonight?”
“I don’t know. We’re going to go someplace new, though. We’re sick of that second run theater.” (“And, I don’t want to be gang tickled again!” thought Robyn) “We’re not going for a while though. I think I might take a nap first.”
“Oh, okay. I hope I don’t disturb you.”
“Nah, you’re fine.” And Robyn fell asleep.
Robyn felt a slight brushing sensation on her right sole. She tried to move her foot but it was stuck. Robyn woke up and realized that she couldn’t move either of her feet or her arms either. She was tied up on her couch!
“Hey! What the hell is going on?!” Robyn shouted.
Tara was standing next to her. “Look who finally decided to wake up” she said.
“Tara! What is going on? Why am I tied up?”
“I have something to tell you, Robyn. I have a foot tickling fetish.”
“Oh no!” thought Robyn. She said “What? What do you mean? Why are you telling me this?”
“You have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen, Robyn. And you know it, too. You’re always showing them off. I’ve seen your sexy soles almost every day for the past three years and I’ve wondered how ticklish they are.”
“No! Let me go! Why are you telling me this? Why are you telling me this now?”
“Well, I came across a very interesting video on Youtube this week called Buttertoes. You see, there was a girl tickled at the movie theater with very beautiful, very sexy soles. It was one of the hottest videos I’ve ever seen!”
Robyn was horrified. What video was this? Was there another girl tickled at the movie theater like she was?
Tara started playing a video from her phone and showed Robyn.
Oh no! Oh no! It was her! It was her feet. She just remembered one of the people there mentioning he was going to post a video to Youtube. Now her exposed soles and their tickling treatment were on the internet! For the first time, Robyn could see what was being done to her feet. She felt her soles start to tingle as she remembered the agony from a week before.
Tara said “See, I recognized those soles immediately. I couldn’t believe that was happening to you. Listen to your laughter! It sounds like you’re really enjoying yourself!”
“Tara, no! It was awful. I couldn’t stand it!” Robyn couldn’t believe that Tara recognized her feet so well. At least she’d be anonymous to everybody else.
“I don’t know. You look pretty happy to me. See!” Tara showed Robyn another part of the video and there was a closeup of her face. Robyn had had her eyes closed at that part because she was laughing so much, but there it was – everybody could see who was being tickled.
“Oh my God! No!!!”
“Yeah. You like showing off your feet so much. Now everybody in the world can see them! And, they all will know how ticklish you are!”
Robyn was completely horrified.
“The video already has over a million views. Everybody loves it! There are going to be so many people out there that want to tickle your feet!”
“No, this can’t be happening!”
“I love the video, Robyn. I’ve already watched it like a thousand times. I was watching it just earlier today when you started to fall asleep on the couch. I was looking at your gorgeous soles, just fantasizing about what I was going to do to them when I got a chance.”
“No! Let me go, Tara! I can’t stand being tickled!”
“Well, you look pretty happy to me in the video. You’re so happy that you’re crying, Robyn!”
“Please, Tara. Let me go. Can’t we talk about this?”
“I don’t want to talk. I want to hear you laugh!”
Robyn felt Tara start to tickle her soles. “HAHAHA! NOOOO! NOT AGAIN!!!!”
“Wow, you really are ticklish. We’ve just started and you’re already laughing so much! Tonight is going to be so much fun!”
“No! Wait, Peter! Peter will be here any minute!”
“No he won’t. I texted him from your phone, saying that you weren’t feeling well and were going to just stay home and go to bed early tonight. I freed you up for a whole night of tickling!”
“Oh no! Nooo!!!”
“I have some goodies for us to play with. I got lots of oils, feathers, brushes, and, of course, BUTTER!”
“No, Tara. Please let me go!”
“Nope. I also invited some special guests to come over. I got in touch with the guy who posted the video and he’s excited to come over. Turns out, after everybody had so much fun with you last week, most of them exchanged email addresses. The whole gang is going to come over tonight to play.”
“Oh God! No!”
“Yeah, we’re going to have a great time. But in the meantime, I have you all to myself first. Let’s begin!”
“NOOOOOO!!!”
Robyn was a Filipino American woman nearly 30. She was 5’4” and had size 5 feet. They were dark skinned and currently had light purple painted toenails. She had gorgeous feet and put a lot of effort in keeping them that way. She would moisturize them every night and get a pedicure every week. Robyn enjoyed flaunting her beautiful feet in public. She would take every opportunity to stick out her naked soles and hoped others would notice them, but she would do it in a secretive way and she would pretend not to notice. She did enjoy seeing people stare at them from the corners of her eyes, both ones that were attracted to her feet and others that were jealous of how beautiful they were.
Robyn also secretly wanted to see what it felt like for her feet to be tickled. Peter, her current boyfriend, would occasionally give her a quick tickle, she would resist, and he would stop. She wanted him to one time not stop and keep pressing on, even tying her down, leaving her feet completely in his power to tickle over and over. She wanted it to be a surprise though, and wasn’t sure if she’d like it or not, so she hadn’t said anything.
Peter did think that Robyn had really great looking feet but he did not feel any special attraction to them. He would occasionally try to make fun of Robyn’s feet or briefly tickle them in some way since she was barefoot so often, but he never thought to do anything more.
As the movie ended and the credits rolled, Robyn leaned over and asked Peter “So what did you think of the movie?”
He answered “I don’t know. I kept getting distracted by your feet.”
“Aww. You think they are cute?” Robyn asked as she wiggled her toes.
“No, I was distracted by their smell” Peter joked.
“Hmph!” Robyn said. She pulled her feet away from the seat in front of her and moved her soles into Peter’s face. “They smell nice! See!”
Peter did catch a whiff of a slightly floral aroma. They really did smell nice. He still joked around though. He grabbed one of Robyn’s ankles and started spider tickling her sole.
“Haha! No, don’t!” she protested. She moved her feet back onto the seat in front of her.
Peter had an idea to be more playful. He reached down and grabbed her flip flops. “Well, since you have such great feet, why don’t you show them off without any shoes at all?” He got up and started to walk away.
“Nuh-uh. I’m not walking barefoot on this nasty ass floor. It’s probably all sticky. Bring my shoes back!”
“You’re going to have to come get them. The longer you wait, the further you’ll have to walk.” Peter kept walking down the aisle to the end. He looked back.
Robyn knew that Peter was just playing around. She was going to win this battle though – she would just sit there and he would eventually come back with her flip flops. Robyn crossed her arms and sat back in her chair. Still with her feet out on the chair in front of her, she crossed one ankle over the other. “I’m not going anywhere. Bring my shoes back!”
“Nope. Guess I’ll see you out in the parking lot!” Peter walked down the stairs. At the bottom, he turned back and Robyn hadn’t moved. He smiled at her and walked out of the theater with her shoes.
As Peter walked out, one of the movie theater employees walked in to clean up the theater before the next show. He saw Robyn sitting up there, with her beautiful soles facing him. He had seen this girl around a lot and had definitely noticed her feet. Him and a few of the other guys that worked there had dreamed of getting to tickle and worship her feet.
“Um, excuse me” he said. “The movie is over. You need to leave now.”
Robyn didn’t budge. “My boyfriend took my shoes and left me here barefoot. I’m not going anywhere until he brings my shoes back!”
“I’m sorry he did that to you but you can’t stay here.”
“I’m only leaving if I get my shoes back.”
The employee thought for a minute. “Ok, I think I saw him walking out as I walked in. I’ll see if I can find your shoes. Otherwise you’ll need to leave without them.” He walked out.
A few minutes later people started walking in for the next movie showing. Robyn remained sitting with her feet propped up on the seat, showing her feet off to them. She could see two guys walking in looking at her feet and whispering, but pretended she didn’t see them. She still had her feet crossed at the ankles. She spread the toes on her upper foot in and out, almost like she was waving hello at them. In total about ten people came in and nobody sat close to her.
Just after the lights dimmed, the movie employee came back in, along with two other employees. They walked up the stairs to the seat just in front of Robyn. All three of them were standing inches from her soles.
“We couldn’t find your shoes” the first one said. “You’ll need to leave.”
“I told you, I’m not leaving without my shoes. The floor is nasty here and I’m not getting my beautiful feet all dirty!” As Robyn talked about her feet, she uncrossed them and elevated them slightly towards the employees.
Another employee said “You shouldn’t be sitting here barefoot anyway. It’s not sanitary”
“My feet are clean. I take really good care of them!”
“Look, we’ll give you one last chance to leave. The movie has started and you aren’t allowed to be here.”
“What are you going to do to me if I don’t?”
There was a brief pause. Then, at once, two of the employees each grabbed one of Robyn’s ankles and pulled her feet down in between each side of the seat in front of her. Taken by surprise, she slid slightly down her seat so that her lower back was not in contact with the seat. The hands were still holding her ankles and she couldn’t move her feet out.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Robyn said.
“Shh! Other people are trying to watch the movie. You wouldn’t want to disturb them, would you? You’ve already caused enough trouble!”
Robyn felt fingers start to dance across her soles. She couldn’t see her feet from behind the seat but felt both her feet being tickled at once.
“Hahaha. Stop! No!”
“Shhh! You’re at the movies!”
Robyn bit her lip and tried not to laugh. It was so hard though. After all the moisturizing, Robyn’s feet were very sensitive and ticklish. She tried pulling her feet away but all she could do was wiggle her toes helplessly.
Whispering, she could hear the employees say “God, you have cute feet.” “They are so soft!” “Look at her toes wiggle. This is great!”
Robyn felt the hands relentlessly tickle the entirety of her feet. Up and down her soles, from the balls of her feet to the tips of her toes. Along the sides and on the tops. She kept laughing quietly, taking every effort to not laugh louder.
“Noooo. It tickles so much!”
Robyn’s laughter got louder and louder. Soon, she could hear other people in the theater talking, noticing something was going on.
One of them asked “Hey, what’s going on?”
One of the employees responded “This girl thinks she doesn’t need to pay for movies and that she can just sit around showing off her dirty feet to everybody. We’re teaching her a lesson.”
Robyn heard a few people in the audience laugh. There was a shuffle of footsteps as some people moved in for a closer look. As Robyn realized that she was now the exhibition and not the movie, she didn’t hold it in anymore and started laughing at full volume.
“HAHAHA! NOOO! STOP! STOP!”
Robyn heard new voices coming from behind the chair. “Haha. Look at her. She’s really ticklish huh?” Robyn enjoyed showing off her feet before but now, having everybody watching them get tickled, Robyn felt humiliated.
“No! Let me go! Please!”
She heard one guy say “This is so hot! It’s going on Youtube and going to get like a million hits!”
“No! Let me go!”
Finally, after what felt like an eternity (but only a few minutes), the tickling stopped. Robyn’s feet were still being held captive though.
One of the employees, the one doing the majority of the tickling, said “I just had an idea. I’ll be right back. In the meantime, do one of you want to take over?”
Robyn heard a female voice, one of the people from the audience. “We’d love to. My sister and I used to tickle each other and have had lots of practice!” Robyn heard footsteps approaching her feet, hidden to Robyn’s view. At once, Robyn felt a set of long nails attacking each of her soles. This was a hundred times more intense than the tickling she had received before.
“HAHAHA! OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHA!”
“Wow, you have really ticklish feet sweetie!” one of the girls said. “Kootchie kootchie koo!”
“NO! NO! AHAHAHA!” Robyn started flailing more in her chair. She moved lower and lower, swinging her arms all around.
“Oh no, she’s about to fall. Let’s get her some more help” one of the girls tickling Robyn’s feet said.
Robyn heard footsteps running up towards her. Two people grabbed her wrists and held them up. The girls in front of Robyn resumed tickling her feet.
“There, that’s better. Now you won’t slide around in your seat and hurt yourself.”
“HAHAHA. NOOOO!” Robyn was completely trapped. She couldn’t move her arms or her legs.
“I wonder if her most ticklish spot is the same as yours, sis” one of the girls said.
“Let’s see.”
Robyn felt the ticklish nails go for her toes. Robyn quickly scrunched her toes together.
“Aww, that’s no fun. You’re not letting us play with your toes!”
“Leave my toes alone!”
“Hehe. I guess she is ticklish there. It’s okay, we know ways of getting in.”
Robyn felt both sets of nails scratch over the middle of her soles again and again. Robyn’s toes automatically started widening. She felt the hands quickly push the tops of her toes against the seat. Robyn couldn’t scrunch them back!
“There, now that’s better!”
Robyn felt the nails tickle the bottoms of her toes, each one again and again.
“HAHAHA. NOOOOO! STOP! IT TICKLES! IT TICKLES!”
“Yep, it looks like you were right. The bottoms of her toes are the most ticklish.”
“STOP! NOT MY TOOOOESSSSS! HAHAHAH!”
As the girls kept tickling Robyn’s toes, they said to the rest of the group“This is so much fun! Why don’t the rest of you join!?”
Robyn heard more foot steps run up the steps towards her. She wasn’t sure how many people there were, but she could see at least two on each side of her and more on the row behind her, looking down. Robyn was wearing a purple tank top, leaving her armpits and neck very exposed.
Suddenly, Robyn felt millions of hands tickling her at once, all over her body. She tried to fight back but her ankles and wrists were being firmly held.
“HAHAH! HAHA! NOOOOO!”
Robyn’s shirt came up slightly and Robyn felt hands tickling her belly too. This was agony for Robyn. She had always wondered what it would be like to be tickled like this, but this was way too intense. Too many hands were playing with her and she didn’t know any of them. Robyn didn’t know how much longer this would go on for!
Robyn thought of Peter. Where was he! He would come in at any second and stop this!
“PETER!” Robyn shouted. “PETER! HELP! HAHAH!”
“Is Peter your boyfriend?” one of the employees asked.
I between laughs, Robyn said “YEAH! AHAHA! HE’S GOING – HAHA – TO COME – HAHA – BACK AND – HAHAH- STOP – HAHA- THIS! HAHAHA”
“Before we came in here, the other guy saw your boyfriend standing out in the lobby with your flip flops. He told him that you had left and taken a cab home. He ran out looking for you.”
“OH NO! HAHA! HAHA!”
“Yeah, guess he shouldn’t have taken away your shoes, huh? There’s still another hour in this movie and it’s the last one of the night, so we can keep doing this all night long!”
“NO! HAHAHAH! HAHAHAH! NOOOO!”
Robyn was terrified. Now it looked like Peter wasn’t going to be coming to rescue her. She was completely at the mercy of these people and all of their tickling hands for a whole night!
At that point Robyn felt the tickling let up and stop. She panted, trying to catch her breath.
“Look what I got! It took me so long so I could heat up a fresh batch.” The original employee, who had left, had returned. Everybody else seemed interested in what he had and stopped tickling Robyn. The two people holding her arms up remained but the others walked back down for a closer look at her feet.
Robyn felt the hands securing her ankles shift so that one hand was holding an ankle and the other held the ball of her foot so that her toes were pointed straight up. On her left foot, Robyn felt a very warm, gooey liquid drop onto the tops of her toes and slowly drip down the tops and bottoms of her feet. The hands holding her foot in place started rubbing the liquid into her foot.
“What is this stuff?” thought Robyn. It would almost feet nice if she wasn’t in such a terrifying position.
“What are you doing? What are you putting on my feet??”
Then she felt the same thing happen to her right foot.
The employee that brought the liquid said “What’s a movie without buttered popcorn? You brought us the popcorn so I brought the butter!”
Then suddenly the nails that were tickling her feet so relentlessly before continued. “HAHAH! HAHA!” The warm butter made Robyn’s feet even more sensitive. Robyn didn’t think the tickling could be any worse, but this somehow was.
“NOO! NOOO! STOP! HAHAHA!”
She heard the rest of the audience laughing. “Man, that’s hot!”
At one point, Robyn felt one of the girls tickling her feet let up. Robyn felt a wet and somewhat rough object touch the ball of her foot and slowly work its way up to her toes.
“Oh my god. The butter makes your feet taste so good! You should try it, sis!”
Robyn then felt both girls licking her feet. Their tongues explored all over her feet, but mostly the middle of her sole, where they went up and down, over and over. Robyn heard the sounds of their tongues lapping at her soles.
“HAHA! NOOO! DON’T LICK MY FEET!”
“Aww, does that tickle too?”
“YES! SO MUCH!”
“Your feet are most ticklish ones I’ve ever seen! Haha. And they taste soo good!”
“HAHAH! STOP! HAHAHA!”
“Let’s let the boys try some, huh?” one of the tickling girls said.
Robyn felt a fresh coat of butter being poured on her toes down to her feet. The girls rubbed the butter in this time, being more careful to rub it in everywhere. Robyn felt them grab each of her toes individually and twist to rub the butter in. Then she felt different sets of tongues lick her feet, these rougher.
“HAHAH! NOO! STOP!”
Robyn heard some laughing and clapping from the audience watching her soles. Robyn used to love it when her feet got attention but did not like this at all!
One of the employees put Robyn’s toes in his mouth. She felt his tongue try and get between her toes but she scrunched them together. She felt tickling at the ball of that foot and automatically moved her toes back and forth over the guy’s tongue.
He stopped briefly to talk to the other foot worshipper. “Haha. That’s awesome. Hey, if you tickle the ball of her foot, her toes start to squirm. You have to try it with her toes in your mouth. It feels awesome!”
Robyn felt her toes inside both mouths, covered in warm saliva and helplessly moving back and forth along their tongues as the balls of her feet were tickled. The motion of her toes against their tongues was so ticklish, but she couldn’t help doing it.
“HAHAHA. NOO! NOT MY TOES! NOT MY TOES! THEY ARE SO TICKLISH!”
“You heard her. Not her toes. Let’s get her everywhere else!”
Robyn heard footsteps moving toward her again. Again, she was surrounded and was tickled in many places at once – her armpits, her neck, her shoulders, her tummy. The guys stopped licking her feet and she felt multiple pairs of hands tickling her feet at once.
“OH MY GOD! NOOOOOO! HAHAHHA! AHAHAHA!”
At one point soon, the movie ended and the lights came on, but Robyn hardly noticed. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open anymore she had been laughing so hard.
“What the hell is going on?” Robyn heard a familiar voice shout.
Peter, having been told that Robyn had taken a cab home, rushed out of the movie theater after her. He texted her on his way to his car, saying that he was only joking and he’d come to get her wherever she was. She didn’t respond to the text and Peter thought at first that she was only trying to give him a hard time for taking her shoes.
He drove to her place, the only place he could reasonably see her going barefoot. Her roommate was home and told him that she hadn’t seen her.
Peter, unsure what to do, rushed back to the movie theater. Ticket sales were over since there were no other movies that night. Peter tried getting them to let him back in the theater, but they said they had checked and Robyn wasn’t there. Peter, who could be just as stubborn as Robyn, refused to leave without checking himself. Finally, after the movie was over, they let him back in.
As Peter rushed in, he saw a gang of people gathered around the seat Robyn had been sitting in. He couldn’t see her, but saw a pair of arms being held up and a pair of soles sticking out of the seat in front. They were definitely Robyn’s soles, though a lot pinker than usual. There was the sound of extreme laughter.
“What the hell is going on?” Peter shouted.
Everybody except one of the employees stopped and looked at Peter. The employee kept tickling Robyn’s soles. “We’re teaching this girl why she shouldn’t sit in a movie theater barefoot, leaving her ticklish soles vulnerable!”
“Hey, stop!” Peter shouted. The guy did stop, turned around, and realized that they probably went too far.
Peter was completely surprised by what he saw when he came in. He had seen Robyn barefoot in public often, but never thought she would be tickled like this. Peter could tell that she was in agony but it also stirred sexual feelings in himself that he didn’t know that he had. Seeing Robyn at the mercy of all these people and her laughing really turned him on. Peter was conflicted.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry.” The first employee, the one that started it all, started to look horrified. He looked back and forth between Peter and Robyn, processing what had just happened and what they had just done to Robyn.
Robyn was too tired to move. She lied their, panting, and said “Peter? Is it really you? Thank God. Get me out of here!”
Peter, still conflicted, thought for a moment. All of the ticklers stayed in their positions, surprised by what had just happened.
Finally, Peter said “Well, did she learn her lesson?”
“What?” one of the employees said.
“Do you think she learned why she shouldn’t sit around in a movie theater with her sexy feet so exposed?”
“Ummm….”
“I don’t know. I just walked in. I think she might need some more of her lesson.” Peter said smiling.
All of the ticklers started smiling at once. They didn’t believe this was happening. And neither did Robyn!
Suddenly they all started tickling Robyn again, with Peter watching. He saw her toes widen and scrunch as two pairs of hands each tickled her feet and heard the sound of her laughter, laughter more intense than any he had heard before.
“NOO! PETER! PETER! HOW COULD YOU?! NOOO! HAHAHA! AHAHAHA!” Peter coming to stop this was Robyn’s only hope, but now he had turned on her too. She was going to be tickled by this crowd all night! And Peter was just standing by, watching.
As sexy as it was for Peter to watch, he knew that it couldn’t go on for long. After five minutes, he stopped them. “Okay! Stop! She’s had enough!”
Everybody stopped. There were a few groans, but no real protest. They all knew that they had tickled her for a long time and it was more than enough.
Robyn, too tired to move, just lied there. She wiggled her toes slightly but that’s the most she could move. She heard everybody shuffle out of the theater and finally saw Peter approach the seat in front of her and look down.
“Hi. So, how are you doing?”
“Awful” Robyn faintly said. “How could you let them keep doing that to me?”
“I don’t know. When I walked in and saw what was going on, I was completely surprised. I actually got aroused and felt like I needed to see more. I’m sorry I didn’t stop it and sorry that you went through that.”
Robyn thought for a minute. “Actually, there was a small part of me that liked it. Very small. There were too many people and it was too intense. I didn’t like being at the mercy of strangers. But I guess I’ve been kind of curious about what it would be like to be tickled.”
“Oh yeah?” Peter smiled. Robyn felt him start to tickle her soles.
“No!” Robyn whimpered. “Not now. That was just too intense before. I need to rest. But maybe something less intense, just you and me, sometime?” She smiled.
“You got it.” Peter paused. “Oh no. I think I forgot to bring your shoes in. Looks like you’ll have to walk back barefoot after all.”
“Oh no. No way. After all that I’ve been through, you know I’m not losing that battle tonight.”
Peter smiled. He picked Robyn up and carried her to his car.
The next day, Robyn threw out all of her sandals. She still moisturized her feet every night and kept them in great shape, but was hesitant to show them off in public. However, she would still unconsciously pop her feet out of her shoes on occasion and inadvertently show them off.
Her week was a bit strange. Robyn felt like she would hear whispers of people talking about her – she’d turn to look and they would quickly look away. One day Robyn had inadvertently placed her bare feet on a chair at a coffee shop and felt somebody brush against her sole. Robyn looked at the person who did but he quickly walked away – it did not look intentional that he touched her foot but Robyn was extra paranoid since her tickling incident at the movies.
At the end of the week, Robyn was relaxing on the couch at her home. She had just gone to get a pedicure earlier in the day before her date with Peter and had her feet propped up on the arm of the sofa, admiring her cherry red toes. While she tried not to be barefoot in public anymore, Robyn still would go barefoot at home, where it was just her and her roommate, Tara.
Robyn saw her roommate sitting at a table beyond her propped up feet, watching something on her computer. Robyn saw Tara glance at her feet and smile.
“What?” Robyn asked.
“Oh, nothing. Did you get a pedicure today?” Tara said.
“Yeah. Do you like them?” Robyn elevated her feet slightly and wiggled her toes.
“Definitely.” Tara smiled big. Then chuckled a little.
“What’s up? Why are you laughing?” Robyn started feeling paranoid again. She didn’t tell Tara anything about the tickling incident because it had been too embarrassing. But now she felt something was up with her feet.
“It’s a long story” Tara said. “I’ll tell you about it later. What are you going to see with Peter tonight?”
“I don’t know. We’re going to go someplace new, though. We’re sick of that second run theater.” (“And, I don’t want to be gang tickled again!” thought Robyn) “We’re not going for a while though. I think I might take a nap first.”
“Oh, okay. I hope I don’t disturb you.”
“Nah, you’re fine.” And Robyn fell asleep.
Robyn felt a slight brushing sensation on her right sole. She tried to move her foot but it was stuck. Robyn woke up and realized that she couldn’t move either of her feet or her arms either. She was tied up on her couch!
“Hey! What the hell is going on?!” Robyn shouted.
Tara was standing next to her. “Look who finally decided to wake up” she said.
“Tara! What is going on? Why am I tied up?”
“I have something to tell you, Robyn. I have a foot tickling fetish.”
“Oh no!” thought Robyn. She said “What? What do you mean? Why are you telling me this?”
“You have the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen, Robyn. And you know it, too. You’re always showing them off. I’ve seen your sexy soles almost every day for the past three years and I’ve wondered how ticklish they are.”
“No! Let me go! Why are you telling me this? Why are you telling me this now?”
“Well, I came across a very interesting video on Youtube this week called Buttertoes. You see, there was a girl tickled at the movie theater with very beautiful, very sexy soles. It was one of the hottest videos I’ve ever seen!”
Robyn was horrified. What video was this? Was there another girl tickled at the movie theater like she was?
Tara started playing a video from her phone and showed Robyn.
Oh no! Oh no! It was her! It was her feet. She just remembered one of the people there mentioning he was going to post a video to Youtube. Now her exposed soles and their tickling treatment were on the internet! For the first time, Robyn could see what was being done to her feet. She felt her soles start to tingle as she remembered the agony from a week before.
Tara said “See, I recognized those soles immediately. I couldn’t believe that was happening to you. Listen to your laughter! It sounds like you’re really enjoying yourself!”
“Tara, no! It was awful. I couldn’t stand it!” Robyn couldn’t believe that Tara recognized her feet so well. At least she’d be anonymous to everybody else.
“I don’t know. You look pretty happy to me. See!” Tara showed Robyn another part of the video and there was a closeup of her face. Robyn had had her eyes closed at that part because she was laughing so much, but there it was – everybody could see who was being tickled.
“Oh my God! No!!!”
“Yeah. You like showing off your feet so much. Now everybody in the world can see them! And, they all will know how ticklish you are!”
Robyn was completely horrified.
“The video already has over a million views. Everybody loves it! There are going to be so many people out there that want to tickle your feet!”
“No, this can’t be happening!”
“I love the video, Robyn. I’ve already watched it like a thousand times. I was watching it just earlier today when you started to fall asleep on the couch. I was looking at your gorgeous soles, just fantasizing about what I was going to do to them when I got a chance.”
“No! Let me go, Tara! I can’t stand being tickled!”
“Well, you look pretty happy to me in the video. You’re so happy that you’re crying, Robyn!”
“Please, Tara. Let me go. Can’t we talk about this?”
“I don’t want to talk. I want to hear you laugh!”
Robyn felt Tara start to tickle her soles. “HAHAHA! NOOOO! NOT AGAIN!!!!”
“Wow, you really are ticklish. We’ve just started and you’re already laughing so much! Tonight is going to be so much fun!”
“No! Wait, Peter! Peter will be here any minute!”
“No he won’t. I texted him from your phone, saying that you weren’t feeling well and were going to just stay home and go to bed early tonight. I freed you up for a whole night of tickling!”
“Oh no! Nooo!!!”
“I have some goodies for us to play with. I got lots of oils, feathers, brushes, and, of course, BUTTER!”
“No, Tara. Please let me go!”
“Nope. I also invited some special guests to come over. I got in touch with the guy who posted the video and he’s excited to come over. Turns out, after everybody had so much fun with you last week, most of them exchanged email addresses. The whole gang is going to come over tonight to play.”
“Oh God! No!”
“Yeah, we’re going to have a great time. But in the meantime, I have you all to myself first. Let’s begin!”
“NOOOOOO!!!”
