This is an old Tower98 story, I'm just reposting it since a few people had been asking for the first two parts.
Don’t upset the babysitter
At age 18 at first I didn’t like the idea of having a sitter, but my mother was afraid something bad would happen. My mother worked to midnight so she felt better having someone there to cook and help clean.
My plan was to be really mean and get her to quit. That plan went out the window the first day I met her. Judy was the nicest person I ever met. She would talk to me, play with me, and let me stay up and watch my shows. We would make dinner together and she took the time to teach me math, which was not fun to learn.
Most of the time she was home before I got there, but there were days that her basketball practice let out late and she would be very late. It was nice when she was running late; I liked watching her run down the street worrying about me. I would stare out the window at her as her blond hair flopped up and down and her long skinny legs glided down the street. The room would fill with the aroma of her feet, that’s why I left when she removed her sneakers.
Judy had a lot of energy, was always moving. There were many nights I laid on the floor and watched her dangle her feet from her sandals, nervous energy I suppose. I remember her reaching out and touching my face with her bare feet, asking if there was a problem. She talked in a whisper so you always had to lean in to listen to her.
Judy was a tall girl with big feet, at least a size ten. I joked with her about her toes, told her they were bigger then my fingers. When she wrapped me in her arms I was amazed with her strength. Her abs were tough, she had muscle but it did not look like it. Judy had a toned body, her skin was as soft as a models and she had every guy in the neighborhood calling her.
Everything was fun going until I discovered the power of tickling. One day she was sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her and I was sitting next to her. We were playing a Sega game and she was killing me. I reached over and did what she always did to me, a quick poke on her side. I noticed she jumped, and then pushed me away from her.
The playful person I was I reached over and tickled her again. I was rewarded with another jump and more laughter. It was fun when I did the tickling.
Later on that night she was ordering me to clean my room, when she stood over me and demanded the room get cleaned before we ate I dug both hands into her sides. At first she was surprised I tickled her, she was powerless when I tickled her. There was no way I could stop, she was laughing so hard I thought it was like a new game, a game I could win.
Judy came crashing down onto the floor and I jumped onto her, tickling her all the harder as I saw her going insane with laughter. I discovered her ticklish thighs next, running my fingers up and down her thighs. As my fingers did the tickling my mouth went to work, “are ya ticklish Judy, is something funny?”
Her body was jumping around like a fish out of water. I was surprised she could not stop me, figured I would keep going till she put an end to it. My fingers found there way to her huge feet and hit the jackpot. She was struggling to speak, trying to get some words out. My fingers went up and down her feet, releasing some sounds from her I never heard before. I moved all over her feet enjoying the loud sounds of laughter coming from her, not wanting it to end.
As the weeks past I would strike often, tickle her for an hour or so a night. She made threats and when that did not work she tried reasoning with me, but I was not afraid. I knew she was powerless when the tickling began, she would just fall where she stood and simply laughed her head off till I thought she had enough.
I noticed she stopped going barefoot, was wearing sneakers now and jeans. Even her personality changed, was not spending time to see how I was doing anymore. When we ate she talked on the phone, ignored me.
Then she must have thought I was sorry, she was her old self again. Poking at me and telling me jokes, it was the nice sweet girl I remembered. She was about to pay for that mistake. As soon as she sat down I was going to get her, tickle her insane again, and it was better then ever before.
The next day I watched her running down the street, in her sweat pants and tee shirt. It looked like she came right from practice. As she entered the ***** I saw she was wearing sneakers. I stood and waited for her warm hello, thought something was wrong from her silence.
I stood like a tree on a windless day as she walked up to me and shoved me to the floor. It was scaring me, her roughness and yelling. My arms were pulled behind my back and I could hear her digging through her bag. Several times I asked what was wrong, she just told be to shut my mouth.
There was a click, and then my wrists were secured behind my back. Next I could feel something cold around my ankles, locking them tightly together. I was trying to roll over, see the look in her eyes, trying to find out why she was going nuts. As I moved she knelled on my back, holding me still as I heard tape getting pulled from the roll. My knees were getting tapped together; I was unable to move and getting worried about what she was going to do to me.
My body was rolled over and I saw her standing over me like a giant. The look in her eyes scared me, I new I was in trouble. As I tried to get free she just stood over me, watching me intently. When I was done fighting she smiled, looked like she wanted to say something, was forming the words in her mind.
My body was tense, I could tell she had no socks on, was silently praying that she would not take them off. Judies big sneakers were resting on my still body, the heels of her sneakers moving up and down as I breathed. The smell of feet was growing; I was starring at her sneakers as she spoke, afraid of what foul smell was built up in the basketball sneakers.
“Since you don’t want to stop tickling me I have decided to keep you tied like this. You have to learn a lesson; I have to teach you what it feels like to have someone do things to you that are evil, against your will.”
I focused my eyes on her face; saw she was reluctant to do this. Her face was still flushed from running down the street; she was wiping sweat from her forehead as she talked. There were sweat stains on the underarms of her shirt. I was wondering what she was going to do, leave me at her feet all night.
It happened in slow motion, her right foot coming out of the sneaker, the left sneaker pushing it off. Next came the left foot, the soles of the sneakers sticking to her feet. The sneakers were next to me; the smell making it’s way into my mouth, my lungs. There was an apology, “sorry, I forgot my socks today, the smell is a little strong.”
Judy slide her bare feet under my shirt, her wet feet felling slimy as she rested them between my skin and shirt. It was so gross, between the smell from her sneakers and the felling of her stinky feet touching me had me shivering from the system overload.
She new I was grossed out, asking if the smell was too much to handle, never really expecting an answer. Did you want to tickle my feet now she asked? My body jumped as I felt her toes slide out from under my shirt. Judy looked at me with curiosity in her eyes, and then brought her feet under my shirt again.
“Don’t tell me…”
I jumped as she did it again, then she rested her feet on my stomach and wiggled her toes over my stomach. She watched with great interest as I began asking her to stop. Soon my words were replaced with laughter, as her toes began digging into me I was laughing uncontrollable.
“Oh, is someone laughing down there, it sounds like you might be ticklish”.
My body reacted with laughter, when I tried to roll over she used one of her big ten foot feet to hold me on my back as the other worked my stomach over. When I saw her leaning over and watching me closely I new this is what she wanted, revenge.
“Is the baby ticklish, oh how you must want me to stop…
Maybe I’ll just tickle you all night, would you like that?”
When her toenails moved across my stomach and sides I lost my breath, lost the will to speak, it was devastating. It was maddening to watch her hold me down with her foot and tickle me with the other. And I wanted her to stop talking to me as she tickled me.
Finally after much begging she stopped the tickling, told me I could catch my breath. After several deep breathes I noticed a stench, like moldy cheese. When I opened my eyes I found out why, her feet were inches above my face.
Judy noticed I was paying attention, when eye contact was made she lowered her toes over my nose and covered my nose up. As the powerful smell shot through me my body fought with a furry, trying to get free. After several minutes of struggling I was tired, felt defeated, had to breath it all in.
Her feet were so smelly; my head was pounding from the smell. The sweat on her toes was now on my face. It was a helpless situation; I knew now how she felt when I tickled her.
It was no use trying to hold my breath; she was not going to remove her feet from my face. Reluctantly I absorbed her sweat and smell. Her toes were over my nose for an hour before I was aloud to breath fresh air.
Now she stood over me, a foot on both sides of my waist. I was afraid to talk, just looked up at her. Was confused why she placed her left foot on me, tested my reaction like she was breaking in new shoes. This time she stood with all her weight on my stomach, her other foot hanging inches of the ground.
When she stood with both feet on my stomach I began moaning in pain, the air being forced out of my lungs. I was alarmed with her enjoyment she had from watching me get squashed. As she bounced up and down on my stomach my moaning grew louder. I could feel her sweaty feet walk up and down my chest, her feet pressing hard into me as she walked. She would purposely drag her toes to force a strained laugh as she went.
This tall blond was still standing with both feet on my chest, watching me struggle for air. Her left foot was brought to my mouth. I cringed as I felt her toes circle around my lips. Then her left foot dragged it’s way down my face to my armpits. My body lurched up as her tickling toes found there way into my pit.
“What’s a matter, can’t stop me from tickling you? Is it fun getting walked on? GET USED TO IT!”
I was laughing to hard to respond, her toes were deep into my pits now, scraping at my tender pits. She tickled slow to fast and used her toes like a brush, getting every inch of my skin.
Back she went with both feet standing on me. This time she stood on my stomach, used one foot to stand on and the other to tickle with. I was howling as her little toe entered my belly button. Her toe slide in, out, and all around driving me insane. I could feel the grimy toe move over me, tickling my sensitive skin. My pleas for mercy were laughed away from my tickling babysitter.
Again she walked forward, stood with one foot on my chest and the other touched my lips, the toes were shoved into my mouth. The salty taste brought tears to my eyes. She must have liked the response because her toes went deeper into my mouth. I chocked on the taste, the smell returning to my lungs. I could taste and smell her feet with every passing second.
Each toe was sucked on one at a time. The long toes were covered in slime from her sneakers, my tongue licking her long toes, and then sucking on the tips of her toes till she switched to another toe. After her feet were cleaned up the sweat was replaced with my saliva.
She sat now…resting on the sofa with her feet flat on my face. She asked what she should do with me; maybe keep me like this forever. Judy turned on the TV, used me as her foot mat. Rubbing her feet over my face when she had an itch, used my teeth to clean her toenails.
Judy moved up and down the sofa tickling my body as she went. The tickling toes touched every part of my body; I could not hide from her long reaching feet. No matter what I said the tickling kept going.
When I was released I flew into bed, past out. The next day Judy had me cleaning the *****, making dinner, getting her drinks as she watched TV. I was hoping all was forgiven; I could not have another day like yesterday. After dinner I cleaned the dishes, praying she would not pick up where she left of like she told me she would.
“Get in this room NOW, on the floor before you get me mad.”
My thoughts were all bad as she cuffed me and tied me up. Her feet rolled me over onto my back. The room went dark as her feet were lowered over my face. The smell was back just as strong as it was yesterday.
The doorbell rang and Judy yelled to come in. I was afraid to be seen like this.
“These are some friends from my team, they wanted to meet you”.
I could see they were all wearing their sweats and sneakers with no socks. As they all sat around my head I tried to scream, but I was so scarred nothing came out. Judy began running her toes up and down my stomach forcing me to laugh.
My pleas for help were drowned out by the laughing of the six girls, all of which were holding Baggies ceiled with socks inside.
“Are you girls ready or do I tickle all by myself?”
Don’t upset the babysitter
At age 18 at first I didn’t like the idea of having a sitter, but my mother was afraid something bad would happen. My mother worked to midnight so she felt better having someone there to cook and help clean.
My plan was to be really mean and get her to quit. That plan went out the window the first day I met her. Judy was the nicest person I ever met. She would talk to me, play with me, and let me stay up and watch my shows. We would make dinner together and she took the time to teach me math, which was not fun to learn.
Most of the time she was home before I got there, but there were days that her basketball practice let out late and she would be very late. It was nice when she was running late; I liked watching her run down the street worrying about me. I would stare out the window at her as her blond hair flopped up and down and her long skinny legs glided down the street. The room would fill with the aroma of her feet, that’s why I left when she removed her sneakers.
Judy had a lot of energy, was always moving. There were many nights I laid on the floor and watched her dangle her feet from her sandals, nervous energy I suppose. I remember her reaching out and touching my face with her bare feet, asking if there was a problem. She talked in a whisper so you always had to lean in to listen to her.
Judy was a tall girl with big feet, at least a size ten. I joked with her about her toes, told her they were bigger then my fingers. When she wrapped me in her arms I was amazed with her strength. Her abs were tough, she had muscle but it did not look like it. Judy had a toned body, her skin was as soft as a models and she had every guy in the neighborhood calling her.
Everything was fun going until I discovered the power of tickling. One day she was sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her and I was sitting next to her. We were playing a Sega game and she was killing me. I reached over and did what she always did to me, a quick poke on her side. I noticed she jumped, and then pushed me away from her.
The playful person I was I reached over and tickled her again. I was rewarded with another jump and more laughter. It was fun when I did the tickling.
Later on that night she was ordering me to clean my room, when she stood over me and demanded the room get cleaned before we ate I dug both hands into her sides. At first she was surprised I tickled her, she was powerless when I tickled her. There was no way I could stop, she was laughing so hard I thought it was like a new game, a game I could win.
Judy came crashing down onto the floor and I jumped onto her, tickling her all the harder as I saw her going insane with laughter. I discovered her ticklish thighs next, running my fingers up and down her thighs. As my fingers did the tickling my mouth went to work, “are ya ticklish Judy, is something funny?”
Her body was jumping around like a fish out of water. I was surprised she could not stop me, figured I would keep going till she put an end to it. My fingers found there way to her huge feet and hit the jackpot. She was struggling to speak, trying to get some words out. My fingers went up and down her feet, releasing some sounds from her I never heard before. I moved all over her feet enjoying the loud sounds of laughter coming from her, not wanting it to end.
As the weeks past I would strike often, tickle her for an hour or so a night. She made threats and when that did not work she tried reasoning with me, but I was not afraid. I knew she was powerless when the tickling began, she would just fall where she stood and simply laughed her head off till I thought she had enough.
I noticed she stopped going barefoot, was wearing sneakers now and jeans. Even her personality changed, was not spending time to see how I was doing anymore. When we ate she talked on the phone, ignored me.
Then she must have thought I was sorry, she was her old self again. Poking at me and telling me jokes, it was the nice sweet girl I remembered. She was about to pay for that mistake. As soon as she sat down I was going to get her, tickle her insane again, and it was better then ever before.
The next day I watched her running down the street, in her sweat pants and tee shirt. It looked like she came right from practice. As she entered the ***** I saw she was wearing sneakers. I stood and waited for her warm hello, thought something was wrong from her silence.
I stood like a tree on a windless day as she walked up to me and shoved me to the floor. It was scaring me, her roughness and yelling. My arms were pulled behind my back and I could hear her digging through her bag. Several times I asked what was wrong, she just told be to shut my mouth.
There was a click, and then my wrists were secured behind my back. Next I could feel something cold around my ankles, locking them tightly together. I was trying to roll over, see the look in her eyes, trying to find out why she was going nuts. As I moved she knelled on my back, holding me still as I heard tape getting pulled from the roll. My knees were getting tapped together; I was unable to move and getting worried about what she was going to do to me.
My body was rolled over and I saw her standing over me like a giant. The look in her eyes scared me, I new I was in trouble. As I tried to get free she just stood over me, watching me intently. When I was done fighting she smiled, looked like she wanted to say something, was forming the words in her mind.
My body was tense, I could tell she had no socks on, was silently praying that she would not take them off. Judies big sneakers were resting on my still body, the heels of her sneakers moving up and down as I breathed. The smell of feet was growing; I was starring at her sneakers as she spoke, afraid of what foul smell was built up in the basketball sneakers.
“Since you don’t want to stop tickling me I have decided to keep you tied like this. You have to learn a lesson; I have to teach you what it feels like to have someone do things to you that are evil, against your will.”
I focused my eyes on her face; saw she was reluctant to do this. Her face was still flushed from running down the street; she was wiping sweat from her forehead as she talked. There were sweat stains on the underarms of her shirt. I was wondering what she was going to do, leave me at her feet all night.
It happened in slow motion, her right foot coming out of the sneaker, the left sneaker pushing it off. Next came the left foot, the soles of the sneakers sticking to her feet. The sneakers were next to me; the smell making it’s way into my mouth, my lungs. There was an apology, “sorry, I forgot my socks today, the smell is a little strong.”
Judy slide her bare feet under my shirt, her wet feet felling slimy as she rested them between my skin and shirt. It was so gross, between the smell from her sneakers and the felling of her stinky feet touching me had me shivering from the system overload.
She new I was grossed out, asking if the smell was too much to handle, never really expecting an answer. Did you want to tickle my feet now she asked? My body jumped as I felt her toes slide out from under my shirt. Judy looked at me with curiosity in her eyes, and then brought her feet under my shirt again.
“Don’t tell me…”
I jumped as she did it again, then she rested her feet on my stomach and wiggled her toes over my stomach. She watched with great interest as I began asking her to stop. Soon my words were replaced with laughter, as her toes began digging into me I was laughing uncontrollable.
“Oh, is someone laughing down there, it sounds like you might be ticklish”.
My body reacted with laughter, when I tried to roll over she used one of her big ten foot feet to hold me on my back as the other worked my stomach over. When I saw her leaning over and watching me closely I new this is what she wanted, revenge.
“Is the baby ticklish, oh how you must want me to stop…
Maybe I’ll just tickle you all night, would you like that?”
When her toenails moved across my stomach and sides I lost my breath, lost the will to speak, it was devastating. It was maddening to watch her hold me down with her foot and tickle me with the other. And I wanted her to stop talking to me as she tickled me.
Finally after much begging she stopped the tickling, told me I could catch my breath. After several deep breathes I noticed a stench, like moldy cheese. When I opened my eyes I found out why, her feet were inches above my face.
Judy noticed I was paying attention, when eye contact was made she lowered her toes over my nose and covered my nose up. As the powerful smell shot through me my body fought with a furry, trying to get free. After several minutes of struggling I was tired, felt defeated, had to breath it all in.
Her feet were so smelly; my head was pounding from the smell. The sweat on her toes was now on my face. It was a helpless situation; I knew now how she felt when I tickled her.
It was no use trying to hold my breath; she was not going to remove her feet from my face. Reluctantly I absorbed her sweat and smell. Her toes were over my nose for an hour before I was aloud to breath fresh air.
Now she stood over me, a foot on both sides of my waist. I was afraid to talk, just looked up at her. Was confused why she placed her left foot on me, tested my reaction like she was breaking in new shoes. This time she stood with all her weight on my stomach, her other foot hanging inches of the ground.
When she stood with both feet on my stomach I began moaning in pain, the air being forced out of my lungs. I was alarmed with her enjoyment she had from watching me get squashed. As she bounced up and down on my stomach my moaning grew louder. I could feel her sweaty feet walk up and down my chest, her feet pressing hard into me as she walked. She would purposely drag her toes to force a strained laugh as she went.
This tall blond was still standing with both feet on my chest, watching me struggle for air. Her left foot was brought to my mouth. I cringed as I felt her toes circle around my lips. Then her left foot dragged it’s way down my face to my armpits. My body lurched up as her tickling toes found there way into my pit.
“What’s a matter, can’t stop me from tickling you? Is it fun getting walked on? GET USED TO IT!”
I was laughing to hard to respond, her toes were deep into my pits now, scraping at my tender pits. She tickled slow to fast and used her toes like a brush, getting every inch of my skin.
Back she went with both feet standing on me. This time she stood on my stomach, used one foot to stand on and the other to tickle with. I was howling as her little toe entered my belly button. Her toe slide in, out, and all around driving me insane. I could feel the grimy toe move over me, tickling my sensitive skin. My pleas for mercy were laughed away from my tickling babysitter.
Again she walked forward, stood with one foot on my chest and the other touched my lips, the toes were shoved into my mouth. The salty taste brought tears to my eyes. She must have liked the response because her toes went deeper into my mouth. I chocked on the taste, the smell returning to my lungs. I could taste and smell her feet with every passing second.
Each toe was sucked on one at a time. The long toes were covered in slime from her sneakers, my tongue licking her long toes, and then sucking on the tips of her toes till she switched to another toe. After her feet were cleaned up the sweat was replaced with my saliva.
She sat now…resting on the sofa with her feet flat on my face. She asked what she should do with me; maybe keep me like this forever. Judy turned on the TV, used me as her foot mat. Rubbing her feet over my face when she had an itch, used my teeth to clean her toenails.
Judy moved up and down the sofa tickling my body as she went. The tickling toes touched every part of my body; I could not hide from her long reaching feet. No matter what I said the tickling kept going.
When I was released I flew into bed, past out. The next day Judy had me cleaning the *****, making dinner, getting her drinks as she watched TV. I was hoping all was forgiven; I could not have another day like yesterday. After dinner I cleaned the dishes, praying she would not pick up where she left of like she told me she would.
“Get in this room NOW, on the floor before you get me mad.”
My thoughts were all bad as she cuffed me and tied me up. Her feet rolled me over onto my back. The room went dark as her feet were lowered over my face. The smell was back just as strong as it was yesterday.
The doorbell rang and Judy yelled to come in. I was afraid to be seen like this.
“These are some friends from my team, they wanted to meet you”.
I could see they were all wearing their sweats and sneakers with no socks. As they all sat around my head I tried to scream, but I was so scarred nothing came out. Judy began running her toes up and down my stomach forcing me to laugh.
My pleas for help were drowned out by the laughing of the six girls, all of which were holding Baggies ceiled with socks inside.
“Are you girls ready or do I tickle all by myself?”
