My parents always travelling due to my father's work for the foreign office paid my rent for the small apartment off campus and Mr. Clark was giving me extra tutoring to help me prepare for my coming finals for graduation and my parents financially taking care of payment for this. Grant Clark was a decent-looking dude in his mid-30's, tall, about 6'1" with a slim but fit build and size 13 feet! He always wore a suit and tie, and every day he wore the same pair of black dress shoes and thin dark OTC dress socks. He came to my apartment on Tuesday and Friday evenings around 7:00 PM, to coach me on history, and we'd go to my bedroom-study and go over the history books for a couple hours. Mr. Clark would still be wearing the clothes he'd worn all day at school, except he'd take off his suit coat and tie as we worked together filling my head with more historical facts. Anyway I noticed him looking at me in a way that signalled an unspoken interest and one night I decided to test my theory out.
We shared some beers sat on the sofa as he went through some new study material but tonight my not wearing tee shirt and jeans but tee shirt and shorts and just socks feeling chilled and he remarked on my looking comfortable and I said I was and he should relax too so maybe kick his shoes off and he said he had stinky feet, they sweat a lot in the day and got pretty smelly and looking at him I told him I'd be the judge of that and lifted his right leg off the floor across my lap and slowly unlaced his right shoe and his right socked foot was warm and damp with a rich foot odour that struck me immediately and an aroma that he saw got me aroused immedaitely. I then did the same with his left shoe and his left socked foot having the same effect on me and I smiled as he did with his socked feet rested on the floor.
"Big feet you got there Mr. Clark!" I said holding his right shoe and seeing inside size 13 and your feet don't smell bad at all, well I mean your socked feet and his looking at me with a sheepish look lifted both socked feet across my lap and made him gasp as I began massaging and fondling them both and sensing he gently pulling them back grabbed his ankles and told him to relax and he rested his feet where they were.
"That's it you just keep your feet right where they are and feel my touch as you like that don't you, it's what you want me touching you Mr. Clark and our secret, such big feet need special attention so go and lie on the bed and I can massage them properly right!" I told him and he nodded and knew he liked being submissive to his younger student and he would be.
Mr. Clark lay on his back on the bed and I kneeled at the end of the bed facing his large socked feet and handed him his beer can to finish up which he did as I told him I was going to enjoy his feet and progressed with massaging them and really feeling them both up and deliberately became more gentle with my touch as I explored every inch of his feet and he giggled a bit and I said to him that I was going to say that it was a good thing he wasn't ticklish on his feet or my massage technique would probably feel ticklish but it seemed he was and he said he was a bit ticklish on his feet but it was okay to massage them as it felt good and relaxing! Their real ripe footy aroma was really raunchy and turning me on and through his thin socks saw his feet clearly and wanted his socks off but first things first.
As I massaged his right socked sole I retrieved the leather strap and told him to put his feet togetherfor me and then lay over them so he didn't see and secured them and then he saw both feet strapped together as I secured this strip to the ones secured to the bed securing both feet in position!
"Hey Mickey why have you secured my feet like that?" he asked
"Like I told you Mr. Clark my massage technique might tickle and don't want you kicking away from it and kicking me in the process so for self-protection especially with your feet bare as I want these socks off to touch your bare feet!" I laughed as I pulled both of his socks off.
I could feel my lecturer and private tutor's foot perspiration and his feet felt warm and wonderful to me. I began the massage on his heels, using a firm but gentle touch, and in no time he was emitting little sighs of pleasure and contentment. When I worked upward to his arches, kneading and massaging, his sighs got louder, so I knew he was eating this up. Between the sight of his feet, the tactile feel of them, and the sweaty aroma they gave off, I got really turned on and increasingly excited, and as I was rubbing the balls of his feet my dick was real hard. I indullged in rubbing his toes and spacing them gently rubbing in between and under them all!
I suddenly leaned into them and sniffed them both and saw him looking at me and defiantly continued smelling his feet as I massaged them and told him his powerful masculine foot odour as he saw was not a problem for me and he had great shaped feet with high arches and such smooth soles and great toes but Mr. Clark there's something I am curious about and that's how ticklish these big and sensitive these feet are as I very lightly stroked his right arch
"Oh shit HAHAHAHAHA!" his foot reacted when my fingers made contact and his toes twitched so stroked his left arch to the same reaction. I spidered my fingertips over the soles of his feet and sniffed them deeply saying his feet were very addictive.
"C' mon Mickey that's enough!" he started pleading with me. "I can't take anymore! I thought you were going to give me a massage."
Okay Mr. Clark the massage coming I told him and kneaded and soothed his bare feet and told him I had fantasised about what his feet looked and smelled like and noticed he looked at me during lectures and during the private tuition lessons and as I massaged his feet saw his long toes wiggling and leaned into them and sniffed them and heard him moan!
"You like this Mr. Clark don't deny it, we're both enjoying it or you'd not have that hard on in your trousers and reached up a hand and stroked him over his trousers as I sniffed his toes and told him his manly foot smell was hot and felt his dick throb and sniffed his feet more and told him he seemed to enjoy being submissive to his student and that I was going to tickle his gorgeous masculine feet.
"Please don't tickle my feet too hard." he said
"Mr. Clark these feet are secured and as I see it mine to do what Ilike with and naughty boys need punishing!"
I attacked his soft arches with all ten fingers Mr. Clark burst out laughing wildly. He bucked and squirmed on the bed but I kept my hold on his legs and just tickled and tickled and tickled his wiggling feet. When my fingers tickled the base of his toes he went sort of crazy, laughing uncontrollably like a maniac so as he whilst laughing his ass off as the tickling was intense pleaded with me to stop; I did as I had really tickled him without mercy!
"You do like me Mr. Clark I can tell or you would be demanding me to let you up and give you your socks and shoes back even threatening me with I don't know telling my folks or the Principal and an attractive guy like you and earning a decent salary and umarried with never an indication of a girlfriend or boyfriend!
"Mickey I'm, I'm"..... and I said the word for him 'Gay' and he nodded but was deep in the closet to protect his teaching job but he did find me attractive and I told him it was cool and between us and said I found him attractive and definitely had a thing for his feet, his big smelly, sweaty and ticklish feet which tasted ripe and smelled so raunchy and could feel his dick responding and moved from his feet and unzipped him and slid my fingers inside stroking his dick over his briefs and the telling damp patch and stroked him as he gasped.
"So you like me taking control right Mr. Clark, physically dominating and controlling you and using bondage forcing you to submit to whatever I want, yeah your dick likes this dirty talk and you are going to submit to erotic tickling which is going to really arouse you in sensuous unimaginable ways and you like the fact it's your guilty pleasure being explored and you vulnerable and helpless to resist much less stop it from happening so you'll be released and strip off and secured again you will be driven wild!"
Mr. Clark still uneasy but very horny nodded and soon was naked on the bed and feet tied together and blindfold I gave him a sniff of poppers, amyl nitrate and then went to his toes and sucked his toes one foot then the other and licked the arches of his feet, I sucked each toe individually as he maoned and gasped at the sensual sensations and then nibbled on his arches and tickled his feet, all along the soles and he really laughed. I drew my fingers up n' down his soles seeing his toes wiggling and I focused on tickling his toes and he really laughed as I stroked under them all! I smelled his feet and their funky aroma drove me nuts and as I tickled his feet kept saying "You like this right Mr. Clark" "Like me toying with you right!"
I kept tickling his feet as unable to speak due to laughing he nodded his head and I conducted a verbal commentary saying I loved lightly working my fingers on his feet and licking the tips so they slid up them from his heels to his toes and stroking his arches seeing them crinkle and his soles, so soft and smooth just made for tormenting and teasing and loving his outbursts of laughter as I methodically and mercilessly dominated him torturing his big, so sensitive feet. His dick was rock hard and showed pre-cum and momentarily I skillfully stimulated the head of his dick with my mouth, my tongue by licking the pre-cum and licking his balls which made him gasp more! I stroked his inner thighs but not with my fingers but my tool of torment; the feather!
"Oh yes Mr. Clark Phase Two and you can feel the feather, it's so tortuous used properly as you can feel lightly grazing your inner thighs and Mmmm your balls tickle, tickle, tickle this really keeps you edged, your dick nice n' hard and let's stroke your dick OOOh fuck you feel that and not an area that I specialise in but your armpits so exposed and oh fuck yes so ticklish!"
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHANOOOMOREHAHAHAHTICKLESHAHAHA!"
"Oh Mr. Clark I can't not caress your nipples but I guess your feet are calling me!"
"HAHAHHAHAHNOOOHEEHEEHEEFUCKAKAKAKAKNOOHAHAHAHAA!" Mr. Clark went berserk as the quill end of the feather was drawn the length of each sole in turn, he laughed beyond hysterically, this was unbearbaly ticklish for him as I kept scarping the quill lightly along one sole and then the other! His feet were even more sensitive than they had been before as he literally howled with uncontrollable laughter as I kept tickling whilst he laughed, cursed and then laughed more and begged me to stop and I did and gave him a break!
You know who controls who outside college right Mr. Clark I told him and he nodded and I told him so he would obey me and he nodded so told him as he does do that he now knew Iliked his feet being real sweaty and ripe smelling and raunchy tasting so he'd wear the same pair of socks for a couple days to build up his foot aroma for me and in lectures I would be checking so looking but also after the lecture he would slip his shoes off and present his socked feet to me to prove it and he nodded! I slowly began to drag the feather quill up the sole of each bare foot again and he started laughing right away so dragged the feather up and down the soles of each foot more hearing him begging for me to stop, he was going nuts, so I dropped the feather and used my fingers scratching the soles of his huge, warm, beautiful, barefeet and loving the sound of his laughter was making me so hard.
I then tongue bathed his feet which relaxed him as I wasn't lickling but was lapping his feet gently to get them saliva lubed as I don't like using oil and then got the dried up felt tip marker pen and when the tip of that hit his right sole he knew what it was as I began drawing it over his sole making patterns but saying it was inkless but it drove him crazy as it moved so fast back and forth across his feet. Then as I told him having two feet I needed to tease his left foot too! I then after maybe ten minutes stopped and stroked his dick with the feather and tickled one foot then the other and then nibbled his arches again saying it was great his feet were both so extremely ticklish knowing the verbal teasing would make him all the more sensitive!
I then proceeded to inspect his feet with my probing fingers half massaging and half caressing so one moment he moaned and the next giggled and saying his soles were so soft and smooth and responsive and stroked his soles up n' down with my fingertips and laughter immediate. I decided to concentrate on the balls of his feet, his arches and under his toes and then stopped saying he seemed to be adapting to being dominated and had he been controlled before by anyone and not to tell me lies. Mr. Clark said he often had to stay with his father's younger brother Uncle Jim and Aunt Maureen when his parents went away and shared his two cousins bedroom, they twins and three years older than him, Martin and Simon discovered his feet being ticklish when on the first sleep-over they'd remarked on his big feet and from then they'd gag him with a sock and play with him but tickle torture his feet to stop him from cumming. One of the twins stroking his dick and the other his feet which was hellish!
I was so hot but knew that one night when secured Mr. Clark would find I having invited someone off line to help me dominate him and was excited thinking about it as I examined his feet to find the very most sensitive areas and the middle of his soles and under his toes being highly ticklish and so alternated stroking both feet in these places telling Mr. Clark he needed to be a very brave boy for me as methodically and thoroughly my nimble fingers honed in on these weak spots and kept teasing them only to switch from one to the other at random.
"Mmmm such very nice feet Mr. Clark, so soft and so sensitive that's it curl your toes for me, I'm just lightly stroking the length of your vulnerable and helpless soles, that's it wiggle your toes good yeah feel the tickle as you'll be doing a lot from now on as rules being you come here to tutor me and in socks worn two days as your shoes will be off and first thing you will present them to be sniffed by me and fondled and caressed oh yes that's it you're feeling the stroking under my toes, keep giggling Mr. Clark you can be seen but not heard; that's right all that can be seen are your secured feet and fingers teasing them and your reaction but so too your shoes which will be identifiable as I have drawn an 'X' inside them with permanent marker as the film shows, so all that needs to happen is your shoes pulled off and your secret's exposed but so will be your socked fee to prove it and then socks off and proof positive with tickles; so you don't play things my way, a lot of college students will see this and I know invited to do so some who don't like you very much and would get to grips with these feet and tickle the fuck out of them with no mercy!"
"Pplease noo don't show it please nooo!" he pleaded with me and I told him it depended on him doing as told and he nodded
I then stopped filming and began very slowly stroking the length of his helpless soles and in between and under his toes seeing his toes wiggling as my fingers stroked his feet now going over the tips of his toes which were very warm and sweaty and gripped the toes of his right foot and pulled them back and stroked the sole of his right taut foot and then repeated the process with his left foot so he was laughing uncontrollably. Then whispered in his ear that his sweaty feet needed cleaning and 'Bzzzzz' I activated the electric toothbrush and all of a sudden he felt something brushing against the undersides of his toes, which caused him to laugh as if he were in a different dimension. Each of the tortuous revolving bristles of the sonicare were working his sensitive toes and I spreading his toes so the sonicare teased in between them.
Mr. Clark tried to clench with his toes but he didn’t have the strength as this horrendous torment caused him to involuntarily accelerate his peels of laughter. With the aid of the sonicare I tortured his toes without stopping for about 15 minutes, using great skill. Mr. Clark lay there on the bed helpless, just laughing and sweating profusely.
"DON'THAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHATICKLE ME MY FEETHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AREAHAHHAHAHAHA TOOTICKLISHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh is Mr. Clark ticklish all over his feet from his heels to his toes? Are his big bare feet very moist and sweaty so my ten fingers slide all over his soles every inch of them Mmmm such big smelly feet just as he knows I like them and insist on them being and when I say wiggle his toes what does Mr. Clark do hmmm? Yes he wiggles his toes and he feeds me the toes of his right foot to be sucked and tasted and yes then his left foot and what else he presses his feet into my face and then says to me please Sir tickle my feet, I like it when you tickle my big ticklish feet yes so what does Mr. Clark say C'mon or more brush tickling!?"
"NoooPlease Sir Tickle my feet Sir, I like it Sir when you tickle my ticklish feet Sir!" he yelled at me not wanting the sonicare
"Good Mr. Clark now remember this sensation and I drew the quill of the feather along the soles of his feet slowly stroking them both and easy to tease simultaneously with both feet secured together and one weakest point being his toes, I concentrated a feather attack there, drawing the feather between his toes and stroking the base of each toe, paying careful attention to the big toe on each foot and an attack lasting about 10 minutes! Enough for him to be soaked with sweat. S minutes break and the quill lightly stroked both soles of his feet but with a focus on his other most ticklish part of his feet, the centre of his soles! The sensation was devastatingly tortuous as Mr. Clark was in hysterics again begging me to stop whenever he could get a word out between laughing
"STHAHAHAP! PLHEEHEEHEEHEES! I HAHAHAHA GIHEEHEEVE HAHAUP! NHOHOHOHO MHOHOHORE! PLHEEHEEHEESE!HAHAHAHA STOP STOP AHAHAHAHA I SHAHAHAURENDHAHAHEHEER!"
I was was merciless and his begging only served to egg me on as I resumed my torture of his toes.Then suddenly tickling stopped and I indulged in rubbing each foot deeply using long and firm massage strokes. I worked my way from the heels to the balls of his feet and spent a good amount of time on both of his arches and massaged the balls of his feet. Then indulged in licking his feet saying I want to maximise the experience and his feet licked mixed with his sweat assisting in this saying he thought he knew how sensitive his feet were but with me he'd would learn the extent, full extent of their ticklishness!
I then switched on the hair dryer saying this was really going to warm his feet up and then licked them more loving their strong foot smell and their salty n' sweaty taste and feeling up his feet, they were ultra-sensitive and I started dancing my fingers on the soles of his feet and right in the centre of them both and told him I was going to stroke both and he needed to tell me which foot tickled the most and his right foot a little more so then began to stroke it in the best places, under his toes and in the centre of his soles and told him he must not laugh and smiled seeing him fighting to keep it together but could see his resolve faltering as the backs of my hands swept up and along his bare soles.
Mr. Clark needed to laugh so badly, his stomach was trembling but he couldn’t give in to the torture! He took deep breaths as I told him his feet needing an extra warm up and applied the hair dryer to his soles once again.
“No, no, nah, come on, no more with the hair dryer!” Mr. Clark said.
I stopped it and lightly stroked his soles saying he having such tender soles that I'd be imagining whist he would be addressing my class with another lecture, his feet in these same black socks working up a nice sweat and feeling very warm n' damp and feet in socks and bare were mine to use and abuse and saying this began to run my fingers faster up n' down his bare soles and soon giggling as he couldn't stop himself. My fingers danced all over his soles and he erupted into laughter and threw his head from side to side
“No, no no no no nooooo hohohohohohoh hahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!” he lost it as the quill of the feather traced the soles of his feet but his laughter nothing compared to the howling when I drew the metal tines of the fork up n' down the soles of his feet, the intensity of this tickling proving his feet being off the charts ticklish and sending tickling shock waves through his body! Then a break for Mr. Clark to get his breath back!
"Mmmmmm these socks smell nice n' ripe so one more day in them or yeah you will stay tonight and sleep the few hours you'll get wearing them and then all day at college and yes then we'll meet again, in fact in your car you will use your socked feet on the foot pedals as I am in your last class of the day!"
I then stroked his soles again
"NOOO!!! NOOO!! NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!! ANYTHING, ANYTHING BUT NOT THE FEETAGAIN!PLEASE STOP TICKLING MY FEETTHEY'RE TOO TICKLISHOH PLEASEHAHAHANO NO NO MOREHAHAHAIT'SDRIVING ME CRAZYAHHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOPAHAHAHAHAAHA!"
"No tickles Mr. Clark but lickles as these feet need oral attention from your Master!"
I started by lightly licking the tops of the feet and the most sensitive feet I've ever encountered. I then let my fingers dance under each of his toes as he laughed and squirmed. I pulled each of his toes apart to lick and flick my tongue between them as they squirmed and wiggled to escape, his laughter interspersed with shrieks let my fingers run all over his very, very sensitive soles. I followed each little path on his soles with my lips, mouth and fingers; I sucked each and every toe, swirling them in my slavering mouth. Mr. Clark was losing his mind! I enjoyed spending time licking the centre of his soles and spent extra time there, nibbling, stroking, scraping my fingernails and lapping away all over his soles and between his toes! I ran the feather under and between his curling toes and stopped and gave him another break to gain breath again!
Then and as lightly as possible I drew the quill of the feather up the center of his solse, then slowly swirled it around on the tender ball of his foot, which shivered at the torturous sensations. All I needed to do to turn up the sensations was tickle him more ruthlessly! Mr. Clark reacting to lickling and me sucking his toes and licking his soles as I orally enjoyed and enjoyed his feet as sweaty they're tasty and smelly! Mr. Clark's giggles became laughter and his laughter transformed to hysteria! Then I stopped the tickling torture and gave his soles light and teasing strokes and admired the shape of his feet and told him they smelled strong which I like and tell him things like this every session!
Then when he was calm again I indulged in very light, feathery dancing of the soles of his feet which I alternated with long, sweeping raking of my fingers up and down the soles of his feet and the tickling grew much more concentrated, intense and unpredictable as I varied the pressure, the kind of strokes and the speed with one objective and that being to drive Mr. Clark nuts! As he laughed and thrashed helplessly on the bed with my hands or mouth taunting his immobile feet I telling him that from now I would be passing my tests and would graduate and we both knew it and as well as he helping me to study history, he would show me how tickle torture of a captive's feet is very tortuous and effective! I worked on his feet with manic relish! Mr Clark was sceaming with laughter as I stroked his insteps which made him howl
"Hahahahaaah...Stopppp...Heeeheheheheh...Pleeeeeese stoop tickling my feet it fuckin' ticckles ahahahahaahanoo more ahaha!"
I went in for the kill and still tickling one foot, I nibbled rapidly on the other one so the handsome lecturer and my private tutor thought he was losing his mind but when I tongued in between his toes, that did it as my tongue is a wicked weapon with feet that taste delicious to me as my appetite insatiable but one I demand satisfying! Speaking of demands I gave him more rules that the foot inspections he'd be subjected to daily would determine whether he was obeying me and abiding by them or not and whether the tickling film of his ticklish feet went viral or not! His toenails would be kept well trimmed and his soles soft and smooth as possible, a pumice stone used once a week, going barefoot strictly forbidden even showing his bare feet something discouraged and he wearing the same socks, OTC black thin socks two days consecutively.
I slowly dragged a finger along the soles of both bare feet and increased the speed and intensity as I added more fingers and concentrated on the middle of the soles of his feet and then his toes showing no mercy as I told him that the rules were to be obeyed listening to his screams of laughter, his begging at the same time. Mr. Clark was out of breath as I slowed the tickling of each foot from his heels to his toes but slid my fingers between his toes and he went carzy thrashing his head from side to side on the bed before giving him a break again!
I then again massaged his soles again before starting to lightly tickle the soles of his feet again as he clenched his toes and tried to pull his feet away from the gentle teasing attack as he flexed and arched his feet as I leaned close to them and deeply inhaled his rich foot odour which smelled amazing to me and told him to keep wiggling his toes for me both feet, then one foot and then the other and then both simultaneously again! I loved having this level of control over him! My fingers ran all over his soles again and then my tongue got in on the action again and the dried up marker pen, the felt nib was fun as I drew it over his soles and created patterns in the centre of his soles and teased the wrinkles and creases on his soles with it made whenever he clenched his toes which made him lose the plot hysterically so suggested best he not clench his toes, his choice!
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA STOPPPAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASEHEHEHHEHHHHEHHEEH STOPPHAHAHAHHAHAHASTOP TICKLING MY FEETHHAHA!"
With the pen I stroked his soles and under his toes and wrote things he repeated like "Yes I am ticklish" "Mickey is my Master" "I am a very ticklish pussy!" "My toes and the middle of my soles are the most ticklish places on my big feet!" "I am the loyal and devoted tickle toy of Master Mickey"! I loved running the pen along his large bare soles as he laughed like a loon and begged me to stop and then stopped and deeply inhaled the smell of his feet so intoxicating for me. Then I ran my tongue in between each of his toes and then caressed and massaged his inner thighs and lightly fondled his balls and pinched his nipples before lightly then stroking his balls with the tendrils of the feather and following this teasing the hard erection he displayed telling him I knew he wanted to cum but I wasn't applying enough pressure to afford him this relief as I loved edging him and then dropped the feather and lubed my hands and having licked the head of his dick of pre-cum I slowly stroked his dick again gently so he couldn't cum! Eventually my stroking became firmer and faster and then at last he exploded and totally weak and exhausted he asked me if it was over?
"What do you think Mr. Clark as the trouble with shooting your load is that it heightens the sensitivity of the body and made him sniff some poppers and then played with his mega-ticklish feet deeply inhaling their aroma and drawing lazy circles around the balls of his feet and scratching lightly under his toes.
Now even gentle tickles proved agonising and I stroked both of Mr. Clark's feet mercilessly expertly gliding my fingers over his soles from his heels to his toes and teasing his high arches and then those especially ticklish areas giaven a focus of attention, his toes and the middle of the soles of his feet as I told him I wanted to hear him laugh desperately and beg me to stop and began mercilessly stroking the soles of his feet as my tickle slave Mr. Clark responded obediently to his Master pleasing me!
"PLHEEHEEHEESE, STHAHAHAHAP! I CHAHAHAN'T STHAHAHAHAND HEEHEEIT! I'LL DHOOHOO HAHANYTHING YHOOHOOHOO WHAHAHAHAHANT! Just PLHEEHEEHEESE! STHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"PLHEEHEEHEESE! STHAHAHAP TICKLING MHEEHEEHEE! I CHAHAHAN'T STHAHAHAND HEEHEEIT!"
The initiation session over and the future for me and Mr. Clark determined I replaced his socks and allowed him to use the bathroom and then to sleep but his feet secured to the bed and my facing them so he'd be woken with a socked tickle or perhaps the sonicare bristles teasing his feet as having two they'd slide inside his socks which might be fun to see but I would decide in the morning as the possibilities of techniques of tickle I used being numerous and he would suffer them all over time!
We shared some beers sat on the sofa as he went through some new study material but tonight my not wearing tee shirt and jeans but tee shirt and shorts and just socks feeling chilled and he remarked on my looking comfortable and I said I was and he should relax too so maybe kick his shoes off and he said he had stinky feet, they sweat a lot in the day and got pretty smelly and looking at him I told him I'd be the judge of that and lifted his right leg off the floor across my lap and slowly unlaced his right shoe and his right socked foot was warm and damp with a rich foot odour that struck me immediately and an aroma that he saw got me aroused immedaitely. I then did the same with his left shoe and his left socked foot having the same effect on me and I smiled as he did with his socked feet rested on the floor.
"Big feet you got there Mr. Clark!" I said holding his right shoe and seeing inside size 13 and your feet don't smell bad at all, well I mean your socked feet and his looking at me with a sheepish look lifted both socked feet across my lap and made him gasp as I began massaging and fondling them both and sensing he gently pulling them back grabbed his ankles and told him to relax and he rested his feet where they were.
"That's it you just keep your feet right where they are and feel my touch as you like that don't you, it's what you want me touching you Mr. Clark and our secret, such big feet need special attention so go and lie on the bed and I can massage them properly right!" I told him and he nodded and knew he liked being submissive to his younger student and he would be.
Mr. Clark lay on his back on the bed and I kneeled at the end of the bed facing his large socked feet and handed him his beer can to finish up which he did as I told him I was going to enjoy his feet and progressed with massaging them and really feeling them both up and deliberately became more gentle with my touch as I explored every inch of his feet and he giggled a bit and I said to him that I was going to say that it was a good thing he wasn't ticklish on his feet or my massage technique would probably feel ticklish but it seemed he was and he said he was a bit ticklish on his feet but it was okay to massage them as it felt good and relaxing! Their real ripe footy aroma was really raunchy and turning me on and through his thin socks saw his feet clearly and wanted his socks off but first things first.
As I massaged his right socked sole I retrieved the leather strap and told him to put his feet togetherfor me and then lay over them so he didn't see and secured them and then he saw both feet strapped together as I secured this strip to the ones secured to the bed securing both feet in position!
"Hey Mickey why have you secured my feet like that?" he asked
"Like I told you Mr. Clark my massage technique might tickle and don't want you kicking away from it and kicking me in the process so for self-protection especially with your feet bare as I want these socks off to touch your bare feet!" I laughed as I pulled both of his socks off.
I could feel my lecturer and private tutor's foot perspiration and his feet felt warm and wonderful to me. I began the massage on his heels, using a firm but gentle touch, and in no time he was emitting little sighs of pleasure and contentment. When I worked upward to his arches, kneading and massaging, his sighs got louder, so I knew he was eating this up. Between the sight of his feet, the tactile feel of them, and the sweaty aroma they gave off, I got really turned on and increasingly excited, and as I was rubbing the balls of his feet my dick was real hard. I indullged in rubbing his toes and spacing them gently rubbing in between and under them all!
I suddenly leaned into them and sniffed them both and saw him looking at me and defiantly continued smelling his feet as I massaged them and told him his powerful masculine foot odour as he saw was not a problem for me and he had great shaped feet with high arches and such smooth soles and great toes but Mr. Clark there's something I am curious about and that's how ticklish these big and sensitive these feet are as I very lightly stroked his right arch
"Oh shit HAHAHAHAHA!" his foot reacted when my fingers made contact and his toes twitched so stroked his left arch to the same reaction. I spidered my fingertips over the soles of his feet and sniffed them deeply saying his feet were very addictive.
"C' mon Mickey that's enough!" he started pleading with me. "I can't take anymore! I thought you were going to give me a massage."
Okay Mr. Clark the massage coming I told him and kneaded and soothed his bare feet and told him I had fantasised about what his feet looked and smelled like and noticed he looked at me during lectures and during the private tuition lessons and as I massaged his feet saw his long toes wiggling and leaned into them and sniffed them and heard him moan!
"You like this Mr. Clark don't deny it, we're both enjoying it or you'd not have that hard on in your trousers and reached up a hand and stroked him over his trousers as I sniffed his toes and told him his manly foot smell was hot and felt his dick throb and sniffed his feet more and told him he seemed to enjoy being submissive to his student and that I was going to tickle his gorgeous masculine feet.
"Please don't tickle my feet too hard." he said
"Mr. Clark these feet are secured and as I see it mine to do what Ilike with and naughty boys need punishing!"
I attacked his soft arches with all ten fingers Mr. Clark burst out laughing wildly. He bucked and squirmed on the bed but I kept my hold on his legs and just tickled and tickled and tickled his wiggling feet. When my fingers tickled the base of his toes he went sort of crazy, laughing uncontrollably like a maniac so as he whilst laughing his ass off as the tickling was intense pleaded with me to stop; I did as I had really tickled him without mercy!
"You do like me Mr. Clark I can tell or you would be demanding me to let you up and give you your socks and shoes back even threatening me with I don't know telling my folks or the Principal and an attractive guy like you and earning a decent salary and umarried with never an indication of a girlfriend or boyfriend!
"Mickey I'm, I'm"..... and I said the word for him 'Gay' and he nodded but was deep in the closet to protect his teaching job but he did find me attractive and I told him it was cool and between us and said I found him attractive and definitely had a thing for his feet, his big smelly, sweaty and ticklish feet which tasted ripe and smelled so raunchy and could feel his dick responding and moved from his feet and unzipped him and slid my fingers inside stroking his dick over his briefs and the telling damp patch and stroked him as he gasped.
"So you like me taking control right Mr. Clark, physically dominating and controlling you and using bondage forcing you to submit to whatever I want, yeah your dick likes this dirty talk and you are going to submit to erotic tickling which is going to really arouse you in sensuous unimaginable ways and you like the fact it's your guilty pleasure being explored and you vulnerable and helpless to resist much less stop it from happening so you'll be released and strip off and secured again you will be driven wild!"
Mr. Clark still uneasy but very horny nodded and soon was naked on the bed and feet tied together and blindfold I gave him a sniff of poppers, amyl nitrate and then went to his toes and sucked his toes one foot then the other and licked the arches of his feet, I sucked each toe individually as he maoned and gasped at the sensual sensations and then nibbled on his arches and tickled his feet, all along the soles and he really laughed. I drew my fingers up n' down his soles seeing his toes wiggling and I focused on tickling his toes and he really laughed as I stroked under them all! I smelled his feet and their funky aroma drove me nuts and as I tickled his feet kept saying "You like this right Mr. Clark" "Like me toying with you right!"
I kept tickling his feet as unable to speak due to laughing he nodded his head and I conducted a verbal commentary saying I loved lightly working my fingers on his feet and licking the tips so they slid up them from his heels to his toes and stroking his arches seeing them crinkle and his soles, so soft and smooth just made for tormenting and teasing and loving his outbursts of laughter as I methodically and mercilessly dominated him torturing his big, so sensitive feet. His dick was rock hard and showed pre-cum and momentarily I skillfully stimulated the head of his dick with my mouth, my tongue by licking the pre-cum and licking his balls which made him gasp more! I stroked his inner thighs but not with my fingers but my tool of torment; the feather!
"Oh yes Mr. Clark Phase Two and you can feel the feather, it's so tortuous used properly as you can feel lightly grazing your inner thighs and Mmmm your balls tickle, tickle, tickle this really keeps you edged, your dick nice n' hard and let's stroke your dick OOOh fuck you feel that and not an area that I specialise in but your armpits so exposed and oh fuck yes so ticklish!"
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHANOOOMOREHAHAHAHTICKLESHAHAHA!"
"Oh Mr. Clark I can't not caress your nipples but I guess your feet are calling me!"
"HAHAHHAHAHNOOOHEEHEEHEEFUCKAKAKAKAKNOOHAHAHAHAA!" Mr. Clark went berserk as the quill end of the feather was drawn the length of each sole in turn, he laughed beyond hysterically, this was unbearbaly ticklish for him as I kept scarping the quill lightly along one sole and then the other! His feet were even more sensitive than they had been before as he literally howled with uncontrollable laughter as I kept tickling whilst he laughed, cursed and then laughed more and begged me to stop and I did and gave him a break!
You know who controls who outside college right Mr. Clark I told him and he nodded and I told him so he would obey me and he nodded so told him as he does do that he now knew Iliked his feet being real sweaty and ripe smelling and raunchy tasting so he'd wear the same pair of socks for a couple days to build up his foot aroma for me and in lectures I would be checking so looking but also after the lecture he would slip his shoes off and present his socked feet to me to prove it and he nodded! I slowly began to drag the feather quill up the sole of each bare foot again and he started laughing right away so dragged the feather up and down the soles of each foot more hearing him begging for me to stop, he was going nuts, so I dropped the feather and used my fingers scratching the soles of his huge, warm, beautiful, barefeet and loving the sound of his laughter was making me so hard.
I then tongue bathed his feet which relaxed him as I wasn't lickling but was lapping his feet gently to get them saliva lubed as I don't like using oil and then got the dried up felt tip marker pen and when the tip of that hit his right sole he knew what it was as I began drawing it over his sole making patterns but saying it was inkless but it drove him crazy as it moved so fast back and forth across his feet. Then as I told him having two feet I needed to tease his left foot too! I then after maybe ten minutes stopped and stroked his dick with the feather and tickled one foot then the other and then nibbled his arches again saying it was great his feet were both so extremely ticklish knowing the verbal teasing would make him all the more sensitive!
I then proceeded to inspect his feet with my probing fingers half massaging and half caressing so one moment he moaned and the next giggled and saying his soles were so soft and smooth and responsive and stroked his soles up n' down with my fingertips and laughter immediate. I decided to concentrate on the balls of his feet, his arches and under his toes and then stopped saying he seemed to be adapting to being dominated and had he been controlled before by anyone and not to tell me lies. Mr. Clark said he often had to stay with his father's younger brother Uncle Jim and Aunt Maureen when his parents went away and shared his two cousins bedroom, they twins and three years older than him, Martin and Simon discovered his feet being ticklish when on the first sleep-over they'd remarked on his big feet and from then they'd gag him with a sock and play with him but tickle torture his feet to stop him from cumming. One of the twins stroking his dick and the other his feet which was hellish!
I was so hot but knew that one night when secured Mr. Clark would find I having invited someone off line to help me dominate him and was excited thinking about it as I examined his feet to find the very most sensitive areas and the middle of his soles and under his toes being highly ticklish and so alternated stroking both feet in these places telling Mr. Clark he needed to be a very brave boy for me as methodically and thoroughly my nimble fingers honed in on these weak spots and kept teasing them only to switch from one to the other at random.
"Mmmm such very nice feet Mr. Clark, so soft and so sensitive that's it curl your toes for me, I'm just lightly stroking the length of your vulnerable and helpless soles, that's it wiggle your toes good yeah feel the tickle as you'll be doing a lot from now on as rules being you come here to tutor me and in socks worn two days as your shoes will be off and first thing you will present them to be sniffed by me and fondled and caressed oh yes that's it you're feeling the stroking under my toes, keep giggling Mr. Clark you can be seen but not heard; that's right all that can be seen are your secured feet and fingers teasing them and your reaction but so too your shoes which will be identifiable as I have drawn an 'X' inside them with permanent marker as the film shows, so all that needs to happen is your shoes pulled off and your secret's exposed but so will be your socked fee to prove it and then socks off and proof positive with tickles; so you don't play things my way, a lot of college students will see this and I know invited to do so some who don't like you very much and would get to grips with these feet and tickle the fuck out of them with no mercy!"
"Pplease noo don't show it please nooo!" he pleaded with me and I told him it depended on him doing as told and he nodded
I then stopped filming and began very slowly stroking the length of his helpless soles and in between and under his toes seeing his toes wiggling as my fingers stroked his feet now going over the tips of his toes which were very warm and sweaty and gripped the toes of his right foot and pulled them back and stroked the sole of his right taut foot and then repeated the process with his left foot so he was laughing uncontrollably. Then whispered in his ear that his sweaty feet needed cleaning and 'Bzzzzz' I activated the electric toothbrush and all of a sudden he felt something brushing against the undersides of his toes, which caused him to laugh as if he were in a different dimension. Each of the tortuous revolving bristles of the sonicare were working his sensitive toes and I spreading his toes so the sonicare teased in between them.
Mr. Clark tried to clench with his toes but he didn’t have the strength as this horrendous torment caused him to involuntarily accelerate his peels of laughter. With the aid of the sonicare I tortured his toes without stopping for about 15 minutes, using great skill. Mr. Clark lay there on the bed helpless, just laughing and sweating profusely.
"DON'THAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHATICKLE ME MY FEETHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AREAHAHHAHAHAHA TOOTICKLISHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!"
"Oh is Mr. Clark ticklish all over his feet from his heels to his toes? Are his big bare feet very moist and sweaty so my ten fingers slide all over his soles every inch of them Mmmm such big smelly feet just as he knows I like them and insist on them being and when I say wiggle his toes what does Mr. Clark do hmmm? Yes he wiggles his toes and he feeds me the toes of his right foot to be sucked and tasted and yes then his left foot and what else he presses his feet into my face and then says to me please Sir tickle my feet, I like it when you tickle my big ticklish feet yes so what does Mr. Clark say C'mon or more brush tickling!?"
"NoooPlease Sir Tickle my feet Sir, I like it Sir when you tickle my ticklish feet Sir!" he yelled at me not wanting the sonicare
"Good Mr. Clark now remember this sensation and I drew the quill of the feather along the soles of his feet slowly stroking them both and easy to tease simultaneously with both feet secured together and one weakest point being his toes, I concentrated a feather attack there, drawing the feather between his toes and stroking the base of each toe, paying careful attention to the big toe on each foot and an attack lasting about 10 minutes! Enough for him to be soaked with sweat. S minutes break and the quill lightly stroked both soles of his feet but with a focus on his other most ticklish part of his feet, the centre of his soles! The sensation was devastatingly tortuous as Mr. Clark was in hysterics again begging me to stop whenever he could get a word out between laughing
"STHAHAHAP! PLHEEHEEHEEHEES! I HAHAHAHA GIHEEHEEVE HAHAUP! NHOHOHOHO MHOHOHORE! PLHEEHEEHEESE!HAHAHAHA STOP STOP AHAHAHAHA I SHAHAHAURENDHAHAHEHEER!"
I was was merciless and his begging only served to egg me on as I resumed my torture of his toes.Then suddenly tickling stopped and I indulged in rubbing each foot deeply using long and firm massage strokes. I worked my way from the heels to the balls of his feet and spent a good amount of time on both of his arches and massaged the balls of his feet. Then indulged in licking his feet saying I want to maximise the experience and his feet licked mixed with his sweat assisting in this saying he thought he knew how sensitive his feet were but with me he'd would learn the extent, full extent of their ticklishness!
I then switched on the hair dryer saying this was really going to warm his feet up and then licked them more loving their strong foot smell and their salty n' sweaty taste and feeling up his feet, they were ultra-sensitive and I started dancing my fingers on the soles of his feet and right in the centre of them both and told him I was going to stroke both and he needed to tell me which foot tickled the most and his right foot a little more so then began to stroke it in the best places, under his toes and in the centre of his soles and told him he must not laugh and smiled seeing him fighting to keep it together but could see his resolve faltering as the backs of my hands swept up and along his bare soles.
Mr. Clark needed to laugh so badly, his stomach was trembling but he couldn’t give in to the torture! He took deep breaths as I told him his feet needing an extra warm up and applied the hair dryer to his soles once again.
“No, no, nah, come on, no more with the hair dryer!” Mr. Clark said.
I stopped it and lightly stroked his soles saying he having such tender soles that I'd be imagining whist he would be addressing my class with another lecture, his feet in these same black socks working up a nice sweat and feeling very warm n' damp and feet in socks and bare were mine to use and abuse and saying this began to run my fingers faster up n' down his bare soles and soon giggling as he couldn't stop himself. My fingers danced all over his soles and he erupted into laughter and threw his head from side to side
“No, no no no no nooooo hohohohohohoh hahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!” he lost it as the quill of the feather traced the soles of his feet but his laughter nothing compared to the howling when I drew the metal tines of the fork up n' down the soles of his feet, the intensity of this tickling proving his feet being off the charts ticklish and sending tickling shock waves through his body! Then a break for Mr. Clark to get his breath back!
"Mmmmmm these socks smell nice n' ripe so one more day in them or yeah you will stay tonight and sleep the few hours you'll get wearing them and then all day at college and yes then we'll meet again, in fact in your car you will use your socked feet on the foot pedals as I am in your last class of the day!"
I then stroked his soles again
"NOOO!!! NOOO!! NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE DON'T TICKLE MY FEET!! ANYTHING, ANYTHING BUT NOT THE FEETAGAIN!PLEASE STOP TICKLING MY FEETTHEY'RE TOO TICKLISHOH PLEASEHAHAHANO NO NO MOREHAHAHAIT'SDRIVING ME CRAZYAHHAHAHAHAHAHASTOOOPAHAHAHAHAAHA!"
"No tickles Mr. Clark but lickles as these feet need oral attention from your Master!"
I started by lightly licking the tops of the feet and the most sensitive feet I've ever encountered. I then let my fingers dance under each of his toes as he laughed and squirmed. I pulled each of his toes apart to lick and flick my tongue between them as they squirmed and wiggled to escape, his laughter interspersed with shrieks let my fingers run all over his very, very sensitive soles. I followed each little path on his soles with my lips, mouth and fingers; I sucked each and every toe, swirling them in my slavering mouth. Mr. Clark was losing his mind! I enjoyed spending time licking the centre of his soles and spent extra time there, nibbling, stroking, scraping my fingernails and lapping away all over his soles and between his toes! I ran the feather under and between his curling toes and stopped and gave him another break to gain breath again!
Then and as lightly as possible I drew the quill of the feather up the center of his solse, then slowly swirled it around on the tender ball of his foot, which shivered at the torturous sensations. All I needed to do to turn up the sensations was tickle him more ruthlessly! Mr. Clark reacting to lickling and me sucking his toes and licking his soles as I orally enjoyed and enjoyed his feet as sweaty they're tasty and smelly! Mr. Clark's giggles became laughter and his laughter transformed to hysteria! Then I stopped the tickling torture and gave his soles light and teasing strokes and admired the shape of his feet and told him they smelled strong which I like and tell him things like this every session!
Then when he was calm again I indulged in very light, feathery dancing of the soles of his feet which I alternated with long, sweeping raking of my fingers up and down the soles of his feet and the tickling grew much more concentrated, intense and unpredictable as I varied the pressure, the kind of strokes and the speed with one objective and that being to drive Mr. Clark nuts! As he laughed and thrashed helplessly on the bed with my hands or mouth taunting his immobile feet I telling him that from now I would be passing my tests and would graduate and we both knew it and as well as he helping me to study history, he would show me how tickle torture of a captive's feet is very tortuous and effective! I worked on his feet with manic relish! Mr Clark was sceaming with laughter as I stroked his insteps which made him howl
"Hahahahaaah...Stopppp...Heeeheheheheh...Pleeeeeese stoop tickling my feet it fuckin' ticckles ahahahahaahanoo more ahaha!"
I went in for the kill and still tickling one foot, I nibbled rapidly on the other one so the handsome lecturer and my private tutor thought he was losing his mind but when I tongued in between his toes, that did it as my tongue is a wicked weapon with feet that taste delicious to me as my appetite insatiable but one I demand satisfying! Speaking of demands I gave him more rules that the foot inspections he'd be subjected to daily would determine whether he was obeying me and abiding by them or not and whether the tickling film of his ticklish feet went viral or not! His toenails would be kept well trimmed and his soles soft and smooth as possible, a pumice stone used once a week, going barefoot strictly forbidden even showing his bare feet something discouraged and he wearing the same socks, OTC black thin socks two days consecutively.
I slowly dragged a finger along the soles of both bare feet and increased the speed and intensity as I added more fingers and concentrated on the middle of the soles of his feet and then his toes showing no mercy as I told him that the rules were to be obeyed listening to his screams of laughter, his begging at the same time. Mr. Clark was out of breath as I slowed the tickling of each foot from his heels to his toes but slid my fingers between his toes and he went carzy thrashing his head from side to side on the bed before giving him a break again!
I then again massaged his soles again before starting to lightly tickle the soles of his feet again as he clenched his toes and tried to pull his feet away from the gentle teasing attack as he flexed and arched his feet as I leaned close to them and deeply inhaled his rich foot odour which smelled amazing to me and told him to keep wiggling his toes for me both feet, then one foot and then the other and then both simultaneously again! I loved having this level of control over him! My fingers ran all over his soles again and then my tongue got in on the action again and the dried up marker pen, the felt nib was fun as I drew it over his soles and created patterns in the centre of his soles and teased the wrinkles and creases on his soles with it made whenever he clenched his toes which made him lose the plot hysterically so suggested best he not clench his toes, his choice!
"HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA STOPPPAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEASEHEHEHHEHHHHEHHEEH STOPPHAHAHAHHAHAHASTOP TICKLING MY FEETHHAHA!"
With the pen I stroked his soles and under his toes and wrote things he repeated like "Yes I am ticklish" "Mickey is my Master" "I am a very ticklish pussy!" "My toes and the middle of my soles are the most ticklish places on my big feet!" "I am the loyal and devoted tickle toy of Master Mickey"! I loved running the pen along his large bare soles as he laughed like a loon and begged me to stop and then stopped and deeply inhaled the smell of his feet so intoxicating for me. Then I ran my tongue in between each of his toes and then caressed and massaged his inner thighs and lightly fondled his balls and pinched his nipples before lightly then stroking his balls with the tendrils of the feather and following this teasing the hard erection he displayed telling him I knew he wanted to cum but I wasn't applying enough pressure to afford him this relief as I loved edging him and then dropped the feather and lubed my hands and having licked the head of his dick of pre-cum I slowly stroked his dick again gently so he couldn't cum! Eventually my stroking became firmer and faster and then at last he exploded and totally weak and exhausted he asked me if it was over?
"What do you think Mr. Clark as the trouble with shooting your load is that it heightens the sensitivity of the body and made him sniff some poppers and then played with his mega-ticklish feet deeply inhaling their aroma and drawing lazy circles around the balls of his feet and scratching lightly under his toes.
Now even gentle tickles proved agonising and I stroked both of Mr. Clark's feet mercilessly expertly gliding my fingers over his soles from his heels to his toes and teasing his high arches and then those especially ticklish areas giaven a focus of attention, his toes and the middle of the soles of his feet as I told him I wanted to hear him laugh desperately and beg me to stop and began mercilessly stroking the soles of his feet as my tickle slave Mr. Clark responded obediently to his Master pleasing me!
"PLHEEHEEHEESE, STHAHAHAHAP! I CHAHAHAN'T STHAHAHAHAND HEEHEEIT! I'LL DHOOHOO HAHANYTHING YHOOHOOHOO WHAHAHAHAHANT! Just PLHEEHEEHEESE! STHAHAHAHAHAHAP!"PLHEEHEEHEESE! STHAHAHAP TICKLING MHEEHEEHEE! I CHAHAHAN'T STHAHAHAND HEEHEEIT!"
The initiation session over and the future for me and Mr. Clark determined I replaced his socks and allowed him to use the bathroom and then to sleep but his feet secured to the bed and my facing them so he'd be woken with a socked tickle or perhaps the sonicare bristles teasing his feet as having two they'd slide inside his socks which might be fun to see but I would decide in the morning as the possibilities of techniques of tickle I used being numerous and he would suffer them all over time!
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