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Invisible Ink's RED SOLE Diary: " Captive Encounters " * Dedicated to the Foot Lovers

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Invisible Ink's RED SOLE Diary: " Captive Encounters " * Dedicated to the Foot Lovers

Captive Encounters

A short romance novel by Invisible Ink
* This is for all you Female Foot lovers out there! Enjoy!

Story Code: M/f
!!WARNING!! This is not your average Love story! The following tale of twisted tickling fiction contains the following heart shaped candies; Heavy Bondage, Extreme foot tickling, forced nudity, ball-gags, begging and pleading, strong sexual situations, adult themes, and a little bottle of itching powder...


---Captivity in a booth---

!!Ding! Dingle! Ding!!


The jingling bells of the door opening was the part I hated most about coming here...

Like clockwork, everyone would suddenly look up at the door and watch you come in. It was humilating enough just to come here, let alone have everyone judge you as you sandered in towards an opening booth. Of course, I didn't really care what people would think of me. I've been here far too many times to be considered some weirdo amoung the world of weirdos. The guy behind the counter noticed it was I, and immediately dropped his face back into whatever was on his computer monitor.

A few other guys were standing around in the back of the shop. Most of them were taking advantage of the free bondage magazines that were scattered all about the table tops as they waited for a booth to open up. As for me, I had already set this up for myself in advance. My booth was waiting for me.

There were five booths in total, and all that same reddish pink color. These booths, the front desk, and those few table and chairs were literally the only pieces of interest in the entire place. It didn't really matter because it was all about those booths anyway. I glanced around briefly, but being that room was so fucking quiet that you could actually hear the front desk clerk's boogers hit the tile floor, I was finding it rather difficult to act casual. Hmm. Looks like she wasn't here yet. I made my way towards the front desk when someone recognized me...


"Back again?" She asked.


Startled at the sound of a familiar voice, I scanned the magazine readers as I searched for the owner of that voice. One reader in paticular stood out like a sore thumb. I knew it was her. It wasn't those sexy long legs of hers covered in fishnet stockings while sporting a pair of six inch black high heeled pumps. Nope, that didn't do it. It was that little bunny rabbit tattoo on her left ankle surely did.

I had seen those feet before.

"Let you out of your cage again I see..." I said with a nervous smile.

She dropped the magazine from her face and revealed that angry look I've come to know and love. I've seen in many times before. She threw the magazine towards the table and jumped to her feet as she walked towards. I actually took a few steps backwards as she started coming my way. She looked so hot, but at the same time, so dangerous! Her long and naturally curly black hair, that dark makeup she wore, and that black lipstick. Plus, she had these eyes that.. . well, they just ripped right through you. It was like she could see everything that you were ashamed to be, and immediately focus in on it.

"You really should be careful with that tongue of yours. It might get you into trouble again." She said, stopping no less then an inch between our faces.

The last time I saw her was two nights ago, but it felt like two years ago to me. I was so excited to see her again. She was my favorite choice when it came to those booths, and deep down, I can tell she favored me the best. She knew I was better then these other scumbags that came into this dump. She knew I was above all this, and was merely here for the entertainment. She knew I was definately not some scumbag.

!!!!WhAm!!!! Was the sound of the toe of her boot sinking into my testicles.

I stumbled backwards in a dizzy state of mind as I recoiled in the pain and shock of what just happened. She wasn't smiling this time, and simply waited for me to fall backwards. A few minutes later, and her wish was granted. I fell backwards and slammed hard into one of those waiting tables. Magazines and cups of water were thrown off the collapsing table as I took the whole thing down with the impact of my body. Fuck did that ever hurt...

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!" I screamed, holding my aching testicles.

She was standing over me with the heel of her boot pressed firmly between the cheeks of my ass with her arms crossed and a less then slightly angry look on her face. Something told me she was still a little upset about our last encounter...

-Two Days Earlier-


"Stop!!! aheha eahe aehae wait!! hahea ehaeha eaehaehea wait please!!!!"

From inside the booth, you could easily find yourself disconnected from the rest of the world. The outside wasn't much to look at really. Just an odd colored and overly large box really. Once you ventured inside that little red door, your world changed. You suddenly felt as if nothing else in the world existed but yourself, the poor girl in the monitor that was screaming at the top of her lungs and struggling endlessly with the binds that kept her there, and the helpless pair of beautiful bare feet in front of you.

I slowly adjusted the camera's view with the penis shaped joystick once again. I focused in on her lovely and completly anguished facial expressions. She was so pissed, and at the same time, so nervous. I almost felt bad for her for a brief moment. Then, I returned my attention to the naked and completely imobilized feet in front of me.

"Please!! please stop this!! You promised you'd let me have a potty break! You swore!!"

She continued babbling about my earlier promises as I prepared to choose another tool from the black box found within the booth. Can you believe that they actually charge you extra to use those tools? Don't get me wrong, there was some amazing stuff in there, but the booth rental alone was almost a month's rent! I mean, using my fingers and mouth was completely free of charge, but after a while my fingers got a little worn out. Besides, they had that toothbrush in there that literally drove the booth girls out of their minds. It was well worth the extra money in my opinion.

I yanked the little red electric toothbrush from the box, and returned to the bare feet in front of me. I was sitting on a swivel stool with a little red counter in front of me with a big tv screen hanging just above it. The controls to the camera positioning were at my right, and her lovely size 8's were locked at the ankle and just staring at me. The heels of her feet were forced to press against that little red counter, and all I could see behind her feet were the heavy brown belts that were used to bind her ankles together and lock them into place.

The camera gave me a perfect and full color view of the rest of her beautiful body. She had pale white skin, but I was always a sucker for that. She had lovely and very long legs that were currently pressed together and had several belts looking her to the T shaped dungeon furniture piece she was laid upon. Thick belts held her tightly at the knees, calves, thighs, and of her ankles. She was naked to a thong, but for the right price, I could change that. I decided that she should be wrapped in a jacket from the waist up, you know, just in case she got cold in there. Besides, it was my favorite sort of jacket.. a straight one.

I moved the camera towards her crotch. For some reason, I loved focusing here when the actual tickling began. She was a giver. She'd arch her back, and thrust that pelvic bone upwards towards the camera as if to be fucking it. I don't think she did this for any other reason then her natural response to the tickling. Boy, was she ever ticklish. I don't really know why she put herself through this every week. You could tell she honestly hated every minute of it...

"What are you doing in there?? " She cried out in the darkness.

I think I'll let her imagine what is to come soon enough for a few minutes as I describe her beautiful bare feet to you. Seriously, I've never seen prettier toes on a woman before. They were perfect in length and size, and I dare you to find a single blemish or imperfection on these ten wiggling wonders. She was always keeping them nicely pedicured, and her toenails were always freshly painted. In honor of me, she had done them up in that deep sexy office white that I simply adored. Then, you'd see that she had some incredible arches. They almost looked smooth and arched enough to slide down them if they were big enough.

The arch made the balls of her feet stand out perfectly. Mmmm.. those balls were always just a little pink, and went nice with her soft white soles. Another thing I liked about her feet was the memory her skin offered. I swear, you'd tickle the soles of either foot with your fingers, and she'd have those little reddish pink marks stained in for at least ten minutes, I loved the way her soles looked after a session of terrible tickling.

"Answer me!! Please!! What are you going to do now!!?" She shouted out in a panic.

I'll begin when I'm good and ready. She seems to be a little impatient doesn't she? That's what I liked about her. Despite the fact that she hated the tickling, she couldn't stand being forced to wait for the torture to come. It was just as maddening as the tickling was. I should have ball-gagged again, but I wanted to hear her audible screams through that intercom in the booth this time. She had an amazing laugh and incredible struggling ability. If those belts weren't really tied down, she would have easily ripped them off that bondage table she was tied to. No, this place was anything but a sham. This was the real thing.

She could hear nothing from her position, and she could see only the darkness around her and the flickering green and red lights on that little camera above her. She'd watch it swivel around and change positions. It was actually the only sort of contact she'd have with the tickler who didn't feel like talking. The motions of that camera was all she had right now, it was focused on her crotch. This meant that the tickling would soon begin. Trembling, she waited impatiently for the torture to come...

One my side of the booth, I was busy sniffing her toes just beneath the soft head of each one. I loved the way they smelled and tasted. I am such a foot fetish freak aren't I?

Hey!?! Why don't you Shut up over there!

Don't agree with me. Look at you. You're reading this aren't you?



Anyway,I decided to go at this a little differently. Instead of just tickling that soft spot I found in the center of her right heel with the head of the eletric toothbrush, I'd suck a few of those delicious toes at the same time. She wouldn't be expecting the double trouble. I knew her feet from the toes to the heels pretty well by now. She was the only one I'd go to simply because of her unique reactions. Unlike the other booth women seem so phony when they laughed their pretty heads off and begged for you to stop. I could tell they were enjoying it as much as I was. That's not really what I wanted. I was looking for someone who really, REALLY hated it. Someone who quivered at the mention of word tickling.

I found what I was looking for with her. The girl with the bunny rabbit tattoo was the closest thing to a name I could give you. Sometimes I'd call her Thumber during our sessions together. I didn't care about getting to know her personally at the time anyway. In fact, that might have ruined things for me. No, All I really cared about was tickling her.I pressed the head of the toothbrush against that soft spot on her right heel, and her feet immediately froze up with fear and she responded with a slight thrust.

Before I began my session with her, I used the washing tools just below that little red counter within the booth to make sure her beautiful feet were completely clean. The last thing I needed was to smell some other guy's breath and taste his saliva from her last session. Plus, the bonus was that the cleaning session was just as much torture for those pretty peds as the actual tickling! It was what I call, a win, win situation. When I did my cleaning, it was practically a pedicure! The counter just below her heels could be slid open to reveal a sink of some sort. You'd have a little shower head styled nozzel on a long extending hose to spray her soles down and wash them off.

"Hha HAA AEHA AHEAEHHE EAHEAE AEHAHEA sTOP!! HA HA aaaaAAAHHAAHAHA!! I'M CLEAN! I SWEAR!!!!!"

Then, I'd use the vanilla flavored sanitizing gel to wash those toes throughly. I'd make a little game of this little piggy gets washed and work patiently with each toe.

"HH ha hahea eah hhaaaaaa ahahe aeha!! aheha aehaeahea please!! I'm clean!! I swear!!! I swear to god they're clean!!!!"

Next, I'd lather the soles of her feet to the heels in soap with one of those painting brushes. She could swear to being clean all she wanted, I was just going to continue no matter what she said.

"Ha haha ha aehaehahaea AaAaaAhhhhh!!! h AHEAE AHEAEA OKAY!! h hae aehaea you got em' Clean HEY!! hahea ea ahea aheea They're cleAn now!!"

Then came the pumice stone. Now I know this wasn't completely necessary, but I was crazy about feet and really wanted to make sure they were smooth enough to fit my tastes. Starting with her heels, I worked that stone all so effortlessly as she her feet swayed back and forth. She'd always holler the loudest during this part of the cleaning process.

Now, where was I? Oh yes, I had the head of this little tickling toothbrush against her heel, and the big toe of her left foot between my lips.

"OoOHHHHH!!! OH GOD NO!! WAIT!! hahae aeha aheae ahaee don't suck my toes!! hahea eahea you kno..hae aehaea ahea know what hahea eahe that does hahea eahea!!!!"

As I sort of slurped up and down on that wiggling big toe of hers, only then did I decide to give life to the toothbrush. It was almost an instant reaction. Her foot went wild, and she started thrusting her hips and arching her back like she always did. I knew that spot was oe of her most ticklish, but there were plently more little hidden nooks and crannies that were just as bad. On her left foot, it was that soft pad just below the toes that drove her into tears. On the right foot, her third toe was by far the most sensative.

"Haha aheae ah haehe aehae please!!! H ehae aehaeah aHA EAHEHA AHEHAEA AHEHAE AHEAE AHEHAE AHAHAHAHA AEHAEA!! AAAHHHH!!!! HAHA AAHEA AHEAEEHA"

She couldn't even speak now. No words other then mindless laughter were escaping from those darkened lips as she lost her mind. I left the toothbrush where it was, but pulled my head away from her toes to adjust the camera once again. I felt like watching her face for now.

She was struggling and laughing so wildly that she didn't even notice the camera's changing position. Lovingly, I watched her toss and turn and laugh and laugh. She was locked into a frown, but had an unstoppable smile pressed into her face.

"HA!! ::Coughing::: ahaea e Haa eaheha ahea ::Snorting:: EEEeeeeeeeehhhh!!! Ha!! ahae aeha HAHAHAHA!! ahaaHAHA AH ahehae aehaea ehaeahaa ehahea zaaaaahhhhh!! ahea eahahe HAAHE AEHhaehahehahehehaeae"

She hated when I nibbled down the sides of her feet. Something about the teeth slowly nibbling up and down drove her wild. This seemed to effect her left foot more then it did to the right foot. I don't know why. All I knew was that I wasn't about to waste any money today. I was going to make sure that every tool in that little black box was used for my pleasure. I took another peek at the camera before pulling the toothbrush away from her heel. Like someone being electricuted, she immediately stopped jerking around and once again laid silent on the bondage table. She was breathing heavy and covered in sweat. The thong buried between her ass was slightly damp, and we had only just begun.

I let her catch her breath for a few minutes while I looked around in that little black box. Feathers.. Why the hell would these be in here? Feathers aren't made for tickling torture. This was proof that the owner really didn't totally understand the twisted mind of his clients. Feathers are good for tickling photo shoots and phony porno movies where the chicks sit there and pretend to laugh. I immediately threw that feather out of my sight while continuing to dig.

"Oohhh... no more.. No more please!! I've had enough for one day.. ::taking a deep breath:: Please stop there..."

Vibrating toe rings. Hmm.. that might be a good starter.

I found that they fit her little piggies rather perfectly.

"Hey!! What are those!! No!! Not my toes! Please leave my toes alone!!"

See what I mean?

As tried curling her toes into a fist in an effort to stop me from placing those pink rings around the stem of each toe. It was effect, but I had a way around it.

After a few minutes of fighting with her feet, I had successfully used the small hooks and rubber bands just above her feet to make sure those toes could never curl again. Now, All ten toes were tied back and held firmly. I watched her attempt to curl those toes despite the impossible toe bondage, and each time she failed, she shouted angrily at the camera.

"You bastard!!! I hate you!!! This isn't fair!!"

A few minutes from now, I'd activate those rings. They're offer a tickling stimulation to each toe that would eventually force her into losing her mind over and over again. I was the only one in the world that could either stop them now. Now then, the toe rings weren't what I actually planned on tickling her with. No, not at all. That was merely considered an appetizer. I had to find something that would really drive her insane this time. For some reason, I was in one of those moods where I wanted to see her laugh herself completely silly. I wanted to watch her body language change from the overly confident and very beautiful woman she was used to being to the timit, ticklish, and desperate tickle slave that I've always fantasized about. For that, I needed another toy from the box.

That's when I first laid eyes upon Chester. The excitement that ran through my body when I found something new in that little black box was nothing short of amazing. I was a kid again, and I had just made that right turn out of the hallway to find that santa claus had left me and my sister a mountain of toys. It was just like that. To get her ready, I started the toe ring on that sensative third toe and left the others off for the time being.

"HA hahahaha HA!! Ha aha eha aehae no no no no NOOO NO ahehae aehaea turn it down!! haea eahea Pleeeze!! ahea eaheae aea turn it DOWN!!!"


What a marvelous piece of equipment. Chester was exactly everything a tickler could ask for in a torture tool. Everything about it I loved. I loved its four fingers, so long and silver. Yes, I'll admit it. I've never held a typical dinner fork more lovingly in my entire life then I did that evening. Of course, that wasn't all that made Chester so special. It was the modified vibrators attached to the fork's long handle. When you turned those on, the two dildos buzzed the fingers of those forks until they sped up so fast that they surpassed your own eyes. You couldn't see them shaking anymore! I learned through trial and error that you actually couldn't press into the sole of a ticklish foot with those buzzing tips. I hurt her too much, and that's the last thing I was going for. To get the full effect from Chester, you had to ever so slightly run the tips of the buzzing fork softly along the soles, between the toes, and across the balls and the heels of her feet.

She wasn't prepared for Chester. At first, I was pushing a little too deep into her heel.

" Aaaaaahhh!! hha eahea HEY, that HURT!! HEA EAHEA PLEASE ahea ahehae aehhaea!"

The word hurt didn't belong there. Immediately, I pulled Chester away and threw him back in the box. Not my cup of hot chocolate after all. I'm thinking that maybe it had been designed for those sick freaks that actually liked torturing the women's feet as opposed to tickling them. Some of these guys were pretty bad. A few of them brought lighters into the booths, and would tease their toes with the heat of the flame. Others would bite the toes, and then nibble aggressively on their soles. It just wasn't cool.

I am, and always be a ruthless foot tickler. After activating a few more choice toe rings, my little captive was in complete hysteria. Her toes fought endlessly with those little rubber bands holding them individually emprisoned. She howled with laughter, and rolled back and forth.

" HAH ha ahea eah AHHAE AEHEAH HEA EAHE ahehae aehaea hahaha ahhaa aaheh AEHAA AHAHA AHEHAEAH!!!"


As I lifted that toothbrush up towards her soles again, I felt Chester beckoning my name. It was almost as if it had a voice. I heard it calling me from the black box. You know, for a second there I almost reached in a grabbed the stupid thing. Tempting, but.... Nah! No thanks. The toothbrush was good enough. I started in on that cushy pad just below her bound toes.

" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! AAAHH!!! HA he HA!! Ha e aehahea HAHA AHAEA EHAE NO!! NO PLEASE!!! HAA EHA AHEAEHAA NO PLEASe!!!"

I watched her toes fight desperately to curl those toes and protect that spot on her feet. She was having one hell of a time with this. I was loving this. The best part about being in the booth with those wriggling feet was that sweet smell. Her feet started sweating a little from all the constant struggling and squirming and it caused the entire booth to light up with her fresh scent.

As the toothbrush slid upwards on that quivering sole just beneath the big toe, Chester called out to me once again. This time, I answered. I pressed the head of the toothbrush into that soft spot on her heel again as I leaned in for Chester.

"Ahahahaahha haea eaheha NOT THERE!!! HAE AHE haea eHA EAHEHAE AH AEHHAEA AHEHAHEA HAHAHAE EHAAHEH!!! HA HA HA!!!"

I wouldn't hurt her. Instead of using as much pressure like I did the first time, I'd do it lightly. The fingers of Chester made first contact with the heel of her left foot, and I swear to you, the shriek that came from her mouth rattled that entire booth.

" Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahaa haeha eaheha ahehae ahaehae aheahehahea HHAE AEHAHA EHAEAH AHAHEA EAHNOO!! NO! NO! NO! HAEA EAHEA NO! NO!"

I've never seen her soles wiggle around so much! I took Chester, and ever so softly drifted towards the ball that same foot. Of course, I didn't want the other sole to get lonely. I pressed the head of that toothbrush against the center of her soft, white foot. She was absolutely out of her mind. It was so great! My erection was unstoppable.

I worked that little buzzing fork as if I was a talented tattoo artist, and the soles of her ticklish feet were my canvas. The more lightly I pressed into her feet with the tips, the more intense the tickling was. There was absolutely no end to the tickling power that this little ingenious device offered. So simple, yet so damn effective. Grabbing the joystick, I leaned the camera downward to check on that thong. Oh no.. Looks like she had an accident... again...

I couldn't tell if she had orgasmed, or just lost complete control of her bladder. Either way, it was sort of hot knowing that I was tickling the feet of a grown woman who had just peed herself from laughing too intensely.

I pulled the camera away from her crotch, and focused in on her face once again. She was slick with sweat at this point. I noticed that drool and spit was covering the wooden plank holding the back of her head. She looked so hot.

I clicked the microphone on so that she could hear me. Some guys liked to taunt their captives while torturing them. As for me, I was more of the silent type. Silent, but deadly of course.

"Hey beautiful..." I said smiling.

She leaned over slowly towards the camera as it focused in on her face. She was trembling.

"Please... I've had enough.. I'm begging you.." She pleaded.

I quickly stopped all of those torturing rings except for that third toe on her left foot, and then turned my attention back to the little princess on the screen.

"How could you say this after all we've been through. You know I love seeing you smile." I said with a grin.

"Don't you think you've had enough of my feet? I mean, you must be bored of them by now. Am I right??" She asked.

I glanced down at her bare feet before me and inhaled that fresh scent right off her toes. It brought a huge grin to my face, and I was literally recharged once again.

"I love the way they smell.." I said, zooming in on her face.

She rolled her eyes, and turned her head to face the wall across from her.

"Come on thumper. Don't be like that." I said.

"My name is not thum.. pER HASA AEH aheae ahea stop!!! HAHE AEHAEAE AEHA!! NO!!"

I couldn't resist the idea of sliding chester's fingers between each of her toes as she tried having a conversation with me. That toe ring was doing a great job of keeping her squirming, but she could still talk with it buzzing her. The same couldn't be said about Chester though. I pulled him away, and continued talking to my little foot friend.

"Please!! please don't tickle me anymore!!!" She pleaded.

"That tattoo looks like thumper from Bambi to me." I said as I admired her ankles. Not too bony, and not too thick. They were perfect.

"I'll tell you my real name if you stop.." She said softly.

"Oh? I thought that was against the rules around here." I asked.

"So is dating the clients, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't take you out sometime." She said even more softly.

I couldn't believe my ears. Were they playing tricks on me? Was the woman that I had tickled into tears for the last twenty minutes hitting on me!? I was so turned on already that I might have kissed the next woman I laid eyes. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd have a chance with a woman who's feet I was absolutely in love with!

"Don't think I'm very smart do you?" I asked, placing the buzzing vibrator up against the microphone so that heavy sounding buzz would filter into the little chamber she was locked into.

"I wouldn't lie about that. I've seen you come in here before, and out of all the scum that normally finds their way in here, I'd say you're in the top five goodlookers." She said with a little blush in the cheeks.

"Alright, you have my attention now." -God, I never realized how easy men are until reading this again.

" So will you stop tickling me?" She asked.

" Maybe. Where would you take me on this blind date anyway?" I asked.

" Well, I could make you dinner for starters. Then, maybe we'd talk a little bit. I can show you my pool and the spa. I don't know. I'm sure we'd find something to do." She said, staring at the camera with those beautiful eyes of hers.

At this point, I was nothing but a scoop of jello in her hand. She had me hook, line, and sinker.

"I don't know. These soles look a little dirty. Maybe another cleaning is in order here." I said, tapping a few of my fingers against the tops of her toes.

" WAIT!! Wait a minute there! I didn't tell you that I have a roommate that stays over at my house all the time. She just might have that strange urge to go skinny dipping in my pool again. She is such a weirdo." She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, I can never just watch. I'd probably have to join her. That wouldn't bother you, would it?"

That was all I needed...

--Minutes later--

The doors of that booth slowly opened, and out came me. I was finished tickling her for the time being. I walked over to the front counter and composed myself as I fiddled through my wallet to find my debit card. Larry had his face buried in a comic book magazine as I flipped through my wallet. This brought me to came to my second least favorite part of this overall experience, and that was to deal with this guy on any level. He was just annoying. I'm not saying he wasn't a nice guy or anything. In fact, he's probably really neat and all around his friends and stuff, but I'll just never know. And just my luck that old Larry just happened to be the only guy I'd ever seen behind that counter, and every time I saw him he'd always say the same stupid thing-

"You!? Again!!?"


"Yep, you guessed it. " I said, hardly even looking at him.


That lame joke got pretty old after the fifteenth time of hearing it repeated. Actually, I'm not even sure the comment merits itself to be a joke. I don't know why the fuck he always said that, but he did. I smiled, and handed him green bills as opposed to my missing debit card.

"Need a receipt tonight? " He asked with a grin.

Staring at his overwhelmingly yellowish teeth, I smiled and shook my head no. Despite all that gross stuff, I still left that place with a grin from ear to ear. I floated into my charriot ( In this case, my shitty little toyota) and drove home with that same smile all night. Her name was Valerie, and her and I were going to meet at the shop for a little date two nights from now. Rubbing my hands together at the stoplight, my imagination soared with all the possible fantasies that could come from a night like that. I must be honest, I couldn't wait!


--Back to the start again--


Which brings me to the floor holding my balls once again. Apparently, our date wasn't exactly going to play out like I had pictured in my head for the last few days. She pulled her boot out of my ass, and walked around me while I winched in pain.

"Think its fun to torture my feet like that huh?" She asked angrily.

"Honey, I'm not the one who told you to get into the booth! I'm just the customer, remember?!!?" I shouted in pain as I tried getting up.

She walked away from me, and headed towards the front desk. Larry was still reading his newest issue of WIZARD! That fucking prick didn't even bother looking my way for a second.

As she walked away from me, I rose to my knees and shouted-

"Does this mean our date is cancelled?" I asked foolishly.

She answered my question by turning her back to me while Larry handed her a towel from behind the front counter. She smiled and thanked him before turning back towards me. This time, she had a look of sadness on her face.

" Awwww.. poor baby. Maybe I was a little rough on you. I'm sorry." She said as she kneeled next to me.

Taking the towel, she quickly shoved it against my face and firmly held it there while I struggled with her. My hands grabbed blindly towards her as I was forced to inhale the liquid on that towel. I was getting groggy already. I lunged forward, but she lunged right with me and held that towel firmly in place. After a few more inhales and exhales, I was out like a light...

She did it to me so fast, I didn't even have time to know what hit me...

She stopped pressing the towel, and quickly pulled herself together. She brushed the dust off her black leather pants, and readjusted her little tank top. One of her boots even came unstrapped during all the madness.

As she hoisted me up over onto a nearby rolling cart, Larry helped her by opening the doors to another wing of his little dungeon of fun. This was a more private, and completely by appointment only section of this place. It was also the place where our first date would happen.

-----

When I came to, my face was pressed against the wall. I couldn't see it anyway because the entire top of my head from the bridge of my nose upwards was covered in some sort of leather hood. Not the best way to wake up from being knocked out cold and having your nuts kicked in.

"MmPPPHHHHH..." I moaned akwardly through this huge ball shoved into my mouth. It was leather strapped to my head with no possible way of coming out. Although I didn't have much experience with an actual ball-gag in my mouth, I was handling it just fine. Besides, it was my least of worries...

For starters, I was now completely naked in a strange place. Where am I? How did I even get here? I was going insane in my head. I tried tugging my wrists down, but they were securely strapped high above my head. Someone even wrapped a belt around my elbows. I felt another belt behind my shoulders,and then one across my lower back.

As for my feet, they were bound together, and tied to the floor I was standing on. My thighs, stomach, knees, and face were all pressed against this wall. I couldn't move at all. Oh, that reminds me, where exactly was my penis right now?

It was surprisingly rock hard, and forced through a very tiny circle that had been severed into the wall that I was facing. I could feel that some sort of metal ring had been placed around the shaft, and just behind the balls. I moaned akwardly into the ball-gag once again when I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me.

"MmMPPPPHHH...." I cried out.

She sauntered in ever so slowly with a cart of little toys and sexual tools to play with. She glanced around the room just to make sure she didn't see anybody hiding out down here. The word around the campfire was that homeless people sometimes found a way inside this place, and slept here some nights. It was actually a little disturbing to be down there all alone. Some people even talked of weirder things down here. Weirder as in not living anymore kind of things down here...

"There, there now. Its okay. I'm here for you." She said.

"Mmpphhh!! MMMppphh!!" I shouted, trying desperately to struggle my way out of this.

She admired the view of my naked rear end as she prepared one of tonight's many treats for me on a cart of many weird things.There seemed to be a fly swatter, a few little weights attached to chains, some itching powder, and of course that butt plug she seemed to be lathering in oil and gel at the moment scattered all over that cart.

"Don't bother struggling Foot man, those belts are completely unneeded with the steady erection you have going. You seem to be in a bit of a.. pickle aren't you." She said as she got closer to my rear end. Keep in mind, I had no idea what she was doing, what she had planned, or what was on that little cart of hers.

"Mmpppphhhh..." I moaned, knowing I was pretty much fucked at this point.

"Normally, I don't think you'd be able to steady an erection when feeling something like this, but in your case, I gave you a few Viagra pills just to make sure you stay nice and hard all night long."

Feel something like what exactly??

"Mmmmmmppphh MMMPPPHHH!!!!" I screamed like a baby as she effortlessly inserted a little pink buttplug into my rear end. Never in my life had I felt something this awful. I was ready to cry, and we hadn't even started our date yet.

"Awwww... What's wrong? Not used to be fucked over?" She said without a grin.

She strapped that little demon over my hips, and ran the last of the three straps between the cheeks of my ass. It was so humilating. I just wanted to curl up and die right then and there. Even that was an impossibility for me now. I was under her complete control of a mad woman who succeeded in turning my OWN penis against me!! What a trader!!

"It seems to be that someone is waiting for me in the next room." She whispered into my ear.

"Mmmppphhhh!!!! Mmppphh..." I moaned ,begging her to forgive me.

She lightly spanked my butt a few times as she nibbled up and down my neck. Like a little girl, I squealed and rolled my head back and forth.

"Mmpphh... Mmpph!" mmph!" I bucked and bounced with every little slap.

"I'd hate to keep my date waiting." She said as she walked away from me. She grabbed her little cart, and hummed herself a tune as she rolled it towards the hallway door. She glanced over her shoulder at my body one last time before leaving. I was struggling with no end, but everytime I pulled away from the wall, I'd get a sharp pain in my testicles. There was nothing I could do. No gross thoughts of my grandma naked would help pull the plug on my massive, and totally out of my control erection. Those little blue pills were certainly doing the trick. ( Damn, no wonder gramps still takes them even though his hair is falling out.)

She blew me a kiss, and left the room with a loud slamming of the door. I was jolted by the shocking sound, and now forced to realize I was alone in that room once again.

Or was I?

I had a blindfold over my eyes. Who knows if there was someone in there with me or not. How the hell would I have ever known? All I had was my ears now, and even they were playing tricks on me.

She was busy having fun on the other side of that wall though. It was a room designed for the torture of male cocks. There had to have been at least five vacant holes in the wall around that room. Detailed paintings of women holding the leashes of their cock slaves covered the ceilings and walls. Big pink dildos were thrown in little cages and hung from the ceiling. It was a man's worst nightmare in there, especially if your penis was sticking through one of those little holes...

At the moment, she was the only woman in the room. Normally, this place was dedicated to the married couples that came here for fun. Her little cart rolled up towards the wall, accidentally slamming into it. The sound could easily have been heard by the poor guy on the other side of the wall. That's exactly why she did it. Almost like saying hello. His penis wiggled up and down, and seemed to be dripping ever so slightly from the tip already.

She glanced down at his cock and thought again of how nice this guy seemed to be. Maybe she was being a little too harsh on her foot friend. After all, most guys that came here weren't looking to tickle those feet in the booth. It either got really painful, or really messy in there after most guys were finished.

Then she remembered the feeling of Chester...

That little bastard! He would never stop tickling her! He took pleasure driving her out of her mind!

Knocking that feeling of guilt out of her thoughts, she removed her clothing and leaned back into one of the pink lounge chairs nearby. She grabbed for her little vibrating jackhammer, and softly played with herself as she watched his penis wiggle up and down. She smiled as she watched it, closing her eyes to let the feelings kick in. After all this, she had some very tough choices to make...

Which should she start with first? A few spankings from the fly swatter perhaps? How about those weights? Should she start by checking exactly how much weight would be needed to have his erection pointing towards the floor? What about that small bottle of itching powder over there? I wonder what sort of reaction a little sprinkle on the head of his penis might do for his state of mind. What about old Chester here? Maybe a little dose of his own tickling medicine might help him better understand the idea that torturing another person is wrong.

Whatever choice she decided on, it was going to be an awful rest of the evening for that poor penis of his. In this case, it seems that Karma has grabbed the boy by the balls, and shoved them through a hole in the wall. Remember this the next time you find yourself in a small booth with a smile on your face, and a lovely pair of bare feet at your complete mercy...
After all, what goes around surely CUMS around in this life...

Don't you agree?



*End of Transmission*

Happy Valentine's Day!! Be good to your wives and husbands and boyfriends and girlfriends and sex slaves today!
 
omg i loved it. your humour never fails to make me laugh. so quiet you could hear the receptionists buggers drop to the floor. where is my penis? lol classic. great story and where do you keep cumming oops i mean coming up with these ideas???? fantastic. fabulous. funny as hell. and poor him what is in store for him and his trapped penie???

isabeau :D
 
That was very enjoyable to read. Your themes get better with every new story.
I already can't wait for the next one.
 
oooooooooooooh vibrating toe rings!!! Chester sounds very intriguing. I sure hope she gets him real good! lol You come up with the oddest shit. I love it. You amaze me each time you write. I can just see you imagining it in your mind and how it comes out in type. Wonderful.
 
Roses and Chocolates? Pshaw!

Double I, for a writer whose tales are rife with butt plugs, vibrating rings, and torture booths, you really are just a romantic softie after all! Why else would you give the Forum this wicked Valentine's Day present?<br>Izzy's right. Each one of your farragoes features laugh out loud lines.<p>
But, hey! Leave us feather fanciers our illusions, huh? I won't diss your electric toe rings if you won't trash my plumes. ;)
 
Birds of a Feather Tickle together...

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TeeHeeLawrence said:
Double I, for a writer whose tales are rife with butt plugs, vibrating rings, and torture booths, you really are just a romantic softie after all! Why else would you give the Forum this wicked Valentine's Day present?<br>Izzy's right. Each one of your farragoes features laugh out loud lines.<p>
But, hey! Leave us feather fanciers our illusions, huh? I won't diss your electric toe rings if you won't trash my plumes. ;)

First of all, let me say thank you for your interesting comments about my story. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Yes, I can be nice on occasions, but don't be fooled. I am the ultimate nightmare when it comes to tickling! Be warned!

......


Who am I kidding? I can't even tickling myself right! :idunno:

As for the Feather jabs, I must say you have the wrong man. It wasn't I who thought those nasty thoughts about tickling feathers, it was our main man from the story. But fear not, I'll send him a copy of the email for you!

Thanks again!
P.S: What exactly IS a Farragoes?
 
Odd is my middle name...

Sultrybrunette said:
oooooooooooooh vibrating toe rings!!! Chester sounds very intriguing. I sure hope she gets him real good! lol You come up with the oddest shit. I love it. You amaze me each time you write. I can just see you imagining it in your mind and how it comes out in type. Wonderful.

Coming from such an excellent author, I am absolutely thrilled to hear your review! Thank you so much! Answer me this, do you have it in you to be a booth girl, and how long could you stand having the soles of your feet worked over by Chester? Be honest....

Thanks again for the kind words!
 
So nice of you to say!

isabeau said:
omg i loved it. your humour never fails to make me laugh. so quiet you could hear the receptionists buggers drop to the floor. where is my penis? lol classic. great story and where do you keep cumming oops i mean coming up with these ideas???? fantastic. fabulous. funny as hell. and poor him what is in store for him and his trapped penie???

isabeau :D

Thanks Izzy!! You are another excellent author yourself, and yet you still give it your all in these reviews! I love how you see the details that could have easily been glossed over! That means a lot to me.

As for the ideas and where they come from... I haven't a clue. I think I might have been an evil tickler in a past life, but now I'm a saint :angel:

Honest... :manicd:
 
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Phantom said:
That was very enjoyable to read. Your themes get better with every new story.
I already can't wait for the next one.

Thank you my friend! I'm glad to hear you liked it. Be honest with me, did the story intrique you based on the fact that it mentioned a dedication to foot lovers, or have you read a lot of my work in the past?

I'm dying to know!

Thanks again for reading this, and when a new theme comes a knocking, I'll be ready with my ropes, ball-gags, and that little bottle of itching powder... :D
 
Invisible Ink said:
Coming from such an excellent author, I am absolutely thrilled to hear your review! Thank you so much! Answer me this, do you have it in you to be a booth girl, and how long could you stand having the soles of your feet worked over by Chester? Be honest....

Thanks again for the kind words!

I could be a booth girl but I don't know about Chester! I would go instantly insane and who knows how long I would last???? Think you could create one and time me????
 
Invisible Ink said:
Thank you my friend! I'm glad to hear you liked it. Be honest with me, did the story intrique you based on the fact that it mentioned a dedication to foot lovers, or have you read a lot of my work in the past?

I'm dying to know!

I admit I am partial to foot tickling stories but I have read all of your work and they are well written. My favorite is "the Pink Booth".
 
The Thesaurus! Mightier than King Kong!

Double I, I'll use farragoes in a sentence:

After dinner, when it comes time to pick up the check, I flee--and farragoes!

(This proves that not only am I wordy, but I'm tight, too!)

Anyway, your stories are farragoes cuz they're real medleys, chock full of wonderful bizarre incidents and details. Fellini didn't make movies. He made farragoes. And so do you... :devil2:
 
Invisible Ink said:
Thanks Izzy!! You are another excellent author yourself, and yet you still give it your all in these reviews! I love how you see the details that could have easily been glossed over! That means a lot to me.

As for the ideas and where they come from... I haven't a clue. I think I might have been an evil tickler in a past life, but now I'm a saint :angel:

Honest... :manicd:


of course i give my all , Inky, your stories warrant nothing less than the best.
and as for me being an excellent author well hmmmmmmmmm maybe if you and i collaborate on my next attempt, i might do something worthy of being called excellent. my ending sucked big time.

yea right you a saint lolololololol well you are the saint of erotic tickle torture stories, well you and Shadowtklr...

isabeau
 
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