hey ticklephiles out there, i thought i would try a story out from the 1st person narrative. tell me what you think....
Hello out there! this is Kat, which is short for Katherine. i bet you are all wondering what this is all about. well, after time, i felt i just had to tell some people of my adventures i had with some of my friends. who is Kat you ask? well, i'm 19 years old, a drama major, about 5'5 120 pounds. okay, okay, i'm not a model but who cares? anyway, well, i guess i will let you in on a secret. well, two secrets. first, i like girls. yes i am a "lesbian". no big deal, i'm sure some of you like that idea. my second secret is that i love women's feet. actually, i LOVE TICKLING women's feet. i have always loved hearing that cute ticklish laugh when i run my fingers across those soft soles. i look for every opportunity to tickle those precious feet! but sometimes, i am not satisfied with quick tickles, i want to torment them!! sometimes, i had to trick them into some sort of trap where i can ruthlessly tickle their feet. let me tell you a story about my friend Teresa.......
ah, Teresa. she was so cute. she was about 5'7, maybe 125 pounds. she was one of those quiet girls, and very sweet. i always wanted to see her feet, and one day i got to see them. they had to be the most beautiful feet i have ever, EVER seen. i thought to myself that i had to have them. not a quick tickle, but a good, long, torturous tickle. i just had to think of a plan....ah, i know
i called her over to the studio at school. of course the place was empty. i told her i needed to take pictures for a project i was doing. she said "sure" and walk right into my trap! she walked in and we went backstage. you see, there was this play that was going on about colonial times. we looked at all the props including a pillory, a dunking bucket, and of course stocks!! BINGO!!! i told her that i needed pictures of a person in those props. you know, to present a scene with a person being punished for crimes. this was for my photo class. i know, it sounded lame, but she fell for it! i casually escorted her to the pillory first. i was trying to contain my excitement. i wanted her to get to the stocks so badly. as i locked her into the pillory...
"is this thing real?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. they're real. they used to lock up criminals in these things in public." I responded sounding like i knew what i was talking about.
"Oh how embarrasing!" she giggled.
"Hold still!" i told her as i took pictures of her. she humored me and made angry and sad faces for the camera. what a sport. too bad she didnt know what was coming. after a few more shots, i freed her and told her to sit in the stocks. she sat down and placed her ankles in the holes and i locked her in. then i told her that i wasnt through yet. i then had her raise her arms and i lock them into some shackles that were against a wall. her back laid firmly against the wall, and she sat on the floor, her legs fully extended and her ankles locked into the stocks. my mouth went dry as i knew everything was going according to plan!!
"Hey, this is kind of fun! i feel so helpless!" she laughed.
"You think so huh?" i almost exploded in ecstacy. i was almost drooling. i got to pull myself together! i'm almost there. then i started taking pictures. she again made faces as i snapped away. i took pictures of her sides, then in front. closeups, then a wide shot. now it was time!! shaking my head, she looked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"this just isnt coming out right. it needs to look more authentic." i told her acting like i was trying to think of something.
"Is it my facial expressions?" she asked.
"no, no that's not it. i know, you see back then the prisoners look more haggard. they were usually poor. so poor, that sometimes they couldnt afford shoes....i know, i'm going to take a few shots of you with your shoes off. you dont mind do you?" i asked.
"um, i guess so. go ahead, i dont mind. i want you to do a good job." she asked with a hint of nervousness.
what a sport. "Thanks Teresa. just a few more shots and we're done okay?"
"Okay."
i walked over to where her feet were and i was bursting at the seams! i looked at the nails on top of the top plank and almost dribbled right in front of her. then i started unlacing her Doc Marten boots. damn i love Doc Martens. i unlaced them one by one. she sat there with a smile. poor poor girl. then i removed her boots one by one. there is nothing like that "popping" sound when a foot comes out of a boot. right before me were her thick white cotton socks. "i'm going to take your socks off too. is that okay?"
"uh...i guess so...."
i could tell she was getting nervous. but she was a good little trooper and was willing to help me out. i slowly peeled the sock down her leg, then off her heel. i began to sweat a little. soon, so so soon these precious feet were mine!! as the sock rolled up her foot, exposing her arch then the ball of the foot, then finally her toes!! OH_MY_GOD the girl had PERFECT FEET. i gazed at her sole. it was a nice shade of pink, with a little tinge of cream on the bottom of her toes. her foot was about a size 8, the toes descended in perfect length and had that plumpness to them. they were medium size, and her nails were perfectly, and i mean PERFECTLY trimmed, with a nice shade of silver polish. there wasnt a single flaw on her foot. no callous, no blemishes, NOTHING. i almost passed out. but i had to hurry and get to her other foot. as i rolled that sock off, exposing her perfect foot's twin, i got a whiff of her foot. funky corn chip smell? HELL NO. this girl takes care of her feet. it had a nice perfume aroma to it. she wiggled her toes a bit.
"actually, the cool air feels good on my feet. my toes can breathe a little." she said happily.
i dont know about you, but i was very, very wet. then i remembered i had to take a few pictures. you know, to continue this charade. i snapped a few pictures (including some nice close ups of her soles, but that's between you and me) and she posed away with great facial expressions. she even made her toes bend back, stretching her soles taut. she was going to get it good!!! i took a few more shots. "Okay, i'm all done!!" i told her.
"okay, cool. now let me get out of here. this is a little uncomfortable." she told me.
"Oh, i forgot to tell you about the best part about putting criminals in these things." i told her.
"Oh yeah? what?" she said so innocently.
"well, sometimes the crowd that gathered around them would torture them. sometimes they would throw rocks. other times they would spit at them. even beat on them helpless like that." i said matter of factly.
"how brutal!! glad you're not going to do that to me! he he he he he" she giggled.
"Oh noooooo....i wouldnt dare hurt you!! but there is one thing i would like to demonstrate to you. you see, there was one more thing they used to do, especially to the women...." i crooned.
"they did? what would they do to women?" she asked.
"well, let's just say that you are in a very ticklish situation right now......." i started sitting by her feet. i think she got the hint.
"YOU WOULDNT??!!!! NO KAT!!! DONT DO THAT!!!" she screamed.
"Do what?" i asked innocently.
"DONT TICKLE ME!!! I AM SO TICKLISH!!!"
"You are?!! so i guess it would be interesting if i did....THIS!!" i told her as i ran a finger up the length of her sole.
"NNNOOOOO!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO DONT PLEASE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA DONT TICKLE MY FEET!!!!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh....is Teresa ticklish? i bet she is!! koootchie kootchie kootchie!!!!!" i taunted as i now scrabbled all my fingers up and down her soles. this girl has a set of lungs!!!! i never heard a scream like that before! but now my sadistic side took over. i ran my fingers all over her arch. her feet were wiggling like crazy. i was enjoying this. her feet were soooooooooo SOFT!!!! and very, very, VERY SENSITIVE!!! she laughed and laughed and laughed. her toes spasmed open and closed and she wiggled her feet, desperately trying to avoid my fingers. this went on for like 2 minutes and already she was a wreck!
"......please HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA dont do this..let me go let me go......." she moaned, while still having laughs come out for her.
"Oh no Teresa, we just begun!!! time for round two!" i then got her own bootlaces and tied her big toe and baby toes to the nails on top of the stocks, completely immoblizing her feet. her soles were taut and her toes couldnt wiggle close. she was MINE i tell you. MINE!!!
"What...are you doing?......"
"You know Teresa, your feet are just so ticklsih. i could tickle these for hours. i dont have anywhere to go, and you dont either. so, i'm going to get acquainted with these feet of yours. you know what i'm going to do to them?"
"noooo.....what?....." she giggled a little.
"first i am going to tickle your toes. then i will use a ball point pen and write all over your feet...."
"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no...you wouldnt?!"
"oh yes i would! then i will scrub your feet squeaky clean!! let's begin shall we?!" i told her, then i went to work. i poked the tip of my finger right into a toe crevice and she went berserk! i have to tell you, that the skin between her toes were so delicate, and so soft, i could just keep my fingers there forever. her head was thrashing back and forth in ticklish agony!! tears were beginning to stream down her face. i was in heaven. about seven minutes passed and i stopped tickling each and every toe crevice she had. her toes strained against the restraints. it was so *sob* beautiful! now it was time to use my pen. ever hear a banshee scream? i firmly believed that i have on this day. this girl is ticklish!!!! her scream went into silent laughter. her mouth was so wide open, i could count all 32 of her teeth. my blue ink pen traced over EVERY_SINGLE_INCH of the bottoms of her feet. i wrote messages, i played tic tac toe. i just doodled all over her toe pads. her feet were blue. this took fifteen minutes! hey!! she had size 8 feet. if they were smaller it would have been quicker.
"oh God.....oh God...please....no more....he he he he he he he..i cant.....he he he he he stand it anymore..."
"But your feet are all dirty. i have to clean them up." i heard her cry/moan. i went back and brought a bucket with soapy water and a scrub brush for tile. just when you thought a worn out torture victim can scream no more, trust me, THEY CAN!!!! her eyes almost popped out of her head when i began scrubbing. i whistled away as the firm bristles cleansed her soles. you all know how tough ink is to get out right? it took me 30 minutes to srub them clean, and i do have to admit, they were squeaky clean!!! her feet were a deep shade of pink, and even softer than before. i looked up at her. poor girl. never laughed so hard in her life. looks like she was going to pass out. i looked at her trapped soles and i wanted to lick and suck those delicious looking toes, but i figured, enough is enough. i pretended to soak my pants, but we all know i did it another way!! i began to unlock the stocks. the poor girl was trying to catch her breath. i freed her arms and they immediatley fell to her sides. she was sweaty, her hair all matted to her face, but she still looked so damn cute! too damn bad she isnt a "lesbian", otherwise.....
you know folks, she actually wasnt mad at me. in fact a few days later she even laughed about it. she did admit that she never laughed so hard in her life. she said i'll never tickle her like that again, and i said as long as i can get a quick tickle!! then i reached for her feet. she immediately began to slap at my hands. she was wearing her Doc Martens, but like that would really stop me. to this day we still talk a lot. but one day, i will get those feet again!!!!!
so that was my little tale, did you all enjoy it? there is plenty more where that came from. just let me know and i will tell you what i did to my next "ticklish victim"!!! toodles!!!
THE END??
alright folks, please give me some feedback. how was it? want any more?
Hello out there! this is Kat, which is short for Katherine. i bet you are all wondering what this is all about. well, after time, i felt i just had to tell some people of my adventures i had with some of my friends. who is Kat you ask? well, i'm 19 years old, a drama major, about 5'5 120 pounds. okay, okay, i'm not a model but who cares? anyway, well, i guess i will let you in on a secret. well, two secrets. first, i like girls. yes i am a "lesbian". no big deal, i'm sure some of you like that idea. my second secret is that i love women's feet. actually, i LOVE TICKLING women's feet. i have always loved hearing that cute ticklish laugh when i run my fingers across those soft soles. i look for every opportunity to tickle those precious feet! but sometimes, i am not satisfied with quick tickles, i want to torment them!! sometimes, i had to trick them into some sort of trap where i can ruthlessly tickle their feet. let me tell you a story about my friend Teresa.......
ah, Teresa. she was so cute. she was about 5'7, maybe 125 pounds. she was one of those quiet girls, and very sweet. i always wanted to see her feet, and one day i got to see them. they had to be the most beautiful feet i have ever, EVER seen. i thought to myself that i had to have them. not a quick tickle, but a good, long, torturous tickle. i just had to think of a plan....ah, i know
i called her over to the studio at school. of course the place was empty. i told her i needed to take pictures for a project i was doing. she said "sure" and walk right into my trap! she walked in and we went backstage. you see, there was this play that was going on about colonial times. we looked at all the props including a pillory, a dunking bucket, and of course stocks!! BINGO!!! i told her that i needed pictures of a person in those props. you know, to present a scene with a person being punished for crimes. this was for my photo class. i know, it sounded lame, but she fell for it! i casually escorted her to the pillory first. i was trying to contain my excitement. i wanted her to get to the stocks so badly. as i locked her into the pillory...
"is this thing real?" she asked.
"Oh yeah. they're real. they used to lock up criminals in these things in public." I responded sounding like i knew what i was talking about.
"Oh how embarrasing!" she giggled.
"Hold still!" i told her as i took pictures of her. she humored me and made angry and sad faces for the camera. what a sport. too bad she didnt know what was coming. after a few more shots, i freed her and told her to sit in the stocks. she sat down and placed her ankles in the holes and i locked her in. then i told her that i wasnt through yet. i then had her raise her arms and i lock them into some shackles that were against a wall. her back laid firmly against the wall, and she sat on the floor, her legs fully extended and her ankles locked into the stocks. my mouth went dry as i knew everything was going according to plan!!
"Hey, this is kind of fun! i feel so helpless!" she laughed.
"You think so huh?" i almost exploded in ecstacy. i was almost drooling. i got to pull myself together! i'm almost there. then i started taking pictures. she again made faces as i snapped away. i took pictures of her sides, then in front. closeups, then a wide shot. now it was time!! shaking my head, she looked up.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"this just isnt coming out right. it needs to look more authentic." i told her acting like i was trying to think of something.
"Is it my facial expressions?" she asked.
"no, no that's not it. i know, you see back then the prisoners look more haggard. they were usually poor. so poor, that sometimes they couldnt afford shoes....i know, i'm going to take a few shots of you with your shoes off. you dont mind do you?" i asked.
"um, i guess so. go ahead, i dont mind. i want you to do a good job." she asked with a hint of nervousness.
what a sport. "Thanks Teresa. just a few more shots and we're done okay?"
"Okay."
i walked over to where her feet were and i was bursting at the seams! i looked at the nails on top of the top plank and almost dribbled right in front of her. then i started unlacing her Doc Marten boots. damn i love Doc Martens. i unlaced them one by one. she sat there with a smile. poor poor girl. then i removed her boots one by one. there is nothing like that "popping" sound when a foot comes out of a boot. right before me were her thick white cotton socks. "i'm going to take your socks off too. is that okay?"
"uh...i guess so...."
i could tell she was getting nervous. but she was a good little trooper and was willing to help me out. i slowly peeled the sock down her leg, then off her heel. i began to sweat a little. soon, so so soon these precious feet were mine!! as the sock rolled up her foot, exposing her arch then the ball of the foot, then finally her toes!! OH_MY_GOD the girl had PERFECT FEET. i gazed at her sole. it was a nice shade of pink, with a little tinge of cream on the bottom of her toes. her foot was about a size 8, the toes descended in perfect length and had that plumpness to them. they were medium size, and her nails were perfectly, and i mean PERFECTLY trimmed, with a nice shade of silver polish. there wasnt a single flaw on her foot. no callous, no blemishes, NOTHING. i almost passed out. but i had to hurry and get to her other foot. as i rolled that sock off, exposing her perfect foot's twin, i got a whiff of her foot. funky corn chip smell? HELL NO. this girl takes care of her feet. it had a nice perfume aroma to it. she wiggled her toes a bit.
"actually, the cool air feels good on my feet. my toes can breathe a little." she said happily.
i dont know about you, but i was very, very wet. then i remembered i had to take a few pictures. you know, to continue this charade. i snapped a few pictures (including some nice close ups of her soles, but that's between you and me) and she posed away with great facial expressions. she even made her toes bend back, stretching her soles taut. she was going to get it good!!! i took a few more shots. "Okay, i'm all done!!" i told her.
"okay, cool. now let me get out of here. this is a little uncomfortable." she told me.
"Oh, i forgot to tell you about the best part about putting criminals in these things." i told her.
"Oh yeah? what?" she said so innocently.
"well, sometimes the crowd that gathered around them would torture them. sometimes they would throw rocks. other times they would spit at them. even beat on them helpless like that." i said matter of factly.
"how brutal!! glad you're not going to do that to me! he he he he he" she giggled.
"Oh noooooo....i wouldnt dare hurt you!! but there is one thing i would like to demonstrate to you. you see, there was one more thing they used to do, especially to the women...." i crooned.
"they did? what would they do to women?" she asked.
"well, let's just say that you are in a very ticklish situation right now......." i started sitting by her feet. i think she got the hint.
"YOU WOULDNT??!!!! NO KAT!!! DONT DO THAT!!!" she screamed.
"Do what?" i asked innocently.
"DONT TICKLE ME!!! I AM SO TICKLISH!!!"
"You are?!! so i guess it would be interesting if i did....THIS!!" i told her as i ran a finger up the length of her sole.
"NNNOOOOO!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO DONT PLEASE HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA DONT TICKLE MY FEET!!!!"
"Aaaaaahhhhhh....is Teresa ticklish? i bet she is!! koootchie kootchie kootchie!!!!!" i taunted as i now scrabbled all my fingers up and down her soles. this girl has a set of lungs!!!! i never heard a scream like that before! but now my sadistic side took over. i ran my fingers all over her arch. her feet were wiggling like crazy. i was enjoying this. her feet were soooooooooo SOFT!!!! and very, very, VERY SENSITIVE!!! she laughed and laughed and laughed. her toes spasmed open and closed and she wiggled her feet, desperately trying to avoid my fingers. this went on for like 2 minutes and already she was a wreck!
"......please HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA dont do this..let me go let me go......." she moaned, while still having laughs come out for her.
"Oh no Teresa, we just begun!!! time for round two!" i then got her own bootlaces and tied her big toe and baby toes to the nails on top of the stocks, completely immoblizing her feet. her soles were taut and her toes couldnt wiggle close. she was MINE i tell you. MINE!!!
"What...are you doing?......"
"You know Teresa, your feet are just so ticklsih. i could tickle these for hours. i dont have anywhere to go, and you dont either. so, i'm going to get acquainted with these feet of yours. you know what i'm going to do to them?"
"noooo.....what?....." she giggled a little.
"first i am going to tickle your toes. then i will use a ball point pen and write all over your feet...."
"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha no...you wouldnt?!"
"oh yes i would! then i will scrub your feet squeaky clean!! let's begin shall we?!" i told her, then i went to work. i poked the tip of my finger right into a toe crevice and she went berserk! i have to tell you, that the skin between her toes were so delicate, and so soft, i could just keep my fingers there forever. her head was thrashing back and forth in ticklish agony!! tears were beginning to stream down her face. i was in heaven. about seven minutes passed and i stopped tickling each and every toe crevice she had. her toes strained against the restraints. it was so *sob* beautiful! now it was time to use my pen. ever hear a banshee scream? i firmly believed that i have on this day. this girl is ticklish!!!! her scream went into silent laughter. her mouth was so wide open, i could count all 32 of her teeth. my blue ink pen traced over EVERY_SINGLE_INCH of the bottoms of her feet. i wrote messages, i played tic tac toe. i just doodled all over her toe pads. her feet were blue. this took fifteen minutes! hey!! she had size 8 feet. if they were smaller it would have been quicker.
"oh God.....oh God...please....no more....he he he he he he he..i cant.....he he he he he stand it anymore..."
"But your feet are all dirty. i have to clean them up." i heard her cry/moan. i went back and brought a bucket with soapy water and a scrub brush for tile. just when you thought a worn out torture victim can scream no more, trust me, THEY CAN!!!! her eyes almost popped out of her head when i began scrubbing. i whistled away as the firm bristles cleansed her soles. you all know how tough ink is to get out right? it took me 30 minutes to srub them clean, and i do have to admit, they were squeaky clean!!! her feet were a deep shade of pink, and even softer than before. i looked up at her. poor girl. never laughed so hard in her life. looks like she was going to pass out. i looked at her trapped soles and i wanted to lick and suck those delicious looking toes, but i figured, enough is enough. i pretended to soak my pants, but we all know i did it another way!! i began to unlock the stocks. the poor girl was trying to catch her breath. i freed her arms and they immediatley fell to her sides. she was sweaty, her hair all matted to her face, but she still looked so damn cute! too damn bad she isnt a "lesbian", otherwise.....
you know folks, she actually wasnt mad at me. in fact a few days later she even laughed about it. she did admit that she never laughed so hard in her life. she said i'll never tickle her like that again, and i said as long as i can get a quick tickle!! then i reached for her feet. she immediately began to slap at my hands. she was wearing her Doc Martens, but like that would really stop me. to this day we still talk a lot. but one day, i will get those feet again!!!!!
so that was my little tale, did you all enjoy it? there is plenty more where that came from. just let me know and i will tell you what i did to my next "ticklish victim"!!! toodles!!!
THE END??
alright folks, please give me some feedback. how was it? want any more?
