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Nathan walked up the hill to where his car was parked. it was probably going to the last summery day of the year. It was September but still bright and warm with just a hint of an autumn breeze in the air.
He smiled as he heard the clicking of his crushes' heels on the pavement and looked up to watch her start her descent. She wore strappy sandals that showed off her slender arches and perfect toes. Today her cute toes were painted dark blue.
Nathan didn't know her name, the first time he had seen her he had thought she was a Mail-order bride or something but he had since correctly guessed she was a nanny to the two twins she pushed in a pram. She was quite tall for an Asian woman with long sexy legs and legs shiny black hair.
Nathan smiled at her as he tucked in to to let her pass and she sweetly smiled back softly saying "Thank you" in perfect English.
Nathan looked over his shoulder to steal a glance of her as she walked away. She was always well dressed and today was no exception, the stylish red top matched her dark blue skirt perfectly. But it was her legs and feet that drew Nathan's attention.
She had slender but shapely calf muscles that tensed and flexed as she walked. It was like they were dancing under the discreet flicker of her sexy thighs and the soft skin of the backs of her knees.
What Nathan wouldn't give to gently run his fingertips over the backs of those knees and play with her thighs as he slowly sought out every tender ticklish spot....
But sweeter than that was the sight of her creamy arches. No strap adorned her perfect heels, meaning that as she walked her soles flashed their soft supple flesh: the epitome of Nathan's desire. On another day Nathan would have pretended to drop something or tie his shoe so he could steal glances for longer but today he had a schedule to keep to.
Later that day Nathan was driving his car home keenly keeping an eye out for his crush whilst still watching the road. The rain was imminent and according to the radio it was going to be quite a storm. He had seen her waiting for a bus a few times on this route and after a rough day the sight of her perfect feet would lift his spirit.
'There she was!' Nathan thought as he slowed, years of frustration giving him the courage to push his indicator and pull in.
"Do you want a lift?" Nathan asked, smiling.
His crush looked nervous, she no longer had the pram but still wore her summery clothes.
"It is going to rain soon, just don't want you getting soaked" Nathan offered, aware he might be frightening his crush.
"Okay!" Sheila said with a smile.
Nathan made small talk and stole glances whenever he changed gear. Sheila had an odd habit of wiggling her toes whenever he cast his eyes on them. He tried not to be obvious but it was hard to resist her beauty. Sheila's feet were an absolute ten; long slender sexy toes and delicate ankles and insteps.
Nathan learned she was a psychology student at the university and brought in some extra money by babysitting. As the conversation progressed she mentioned the study she was basing her thesis on and how hard it had been to find candidates. Nathan didn't understand exactly what she was talking about and realised he had misjudged his crush's aspirations and intellect as she talked.
Sheila left a flyer for Nathan with her university email address and the promise of the princely sum of £3.50. It had been something she had complained about, how little funding the university gave her.
Nathan sent her an email. Something he did not do often, not liking or trusting computers. For the next week he eagerly awaited his appointment to participate in her study.
He tried to read through the disclosure agreement but found the small print difficult to focus on. Eventually he was done and signed, there was stuff about measuring his reactions and responses. He was called upstairs where his crush greeted him with her sweet smile and soft brown eyes.
Sheila was dressed differently, she wore a white lab coat and black professional skirt, with suitable black leather shoes and sheer black tights. Her shoes were closed at the toes and heels, but showed off her arch nicely from under a thin strap that ran up the top of each shapely foot to meet the buckles and straps at her ankles.
Nathan beheld her as she set up the computer system, her long black hair was neatly tied up with a pin. Her fingertips were unpainted but varnished, Nathan wondered about her toes.
Sheila would monitor Nathan's responses from another room. She smiled and giggled as she applied the blood-pressure cuff and other devices that monitored his pupil dilation and everything else. Her 'subject' was clearly nervous, she tried to calm her own nerves; hoping her little plan wouldn't risk her funding. Her superiors' already hated her study into paraphilia and sexual fetishes.
At her computer terminal Sheila watched a live feed of her 'subject' and opened the special copy of her test file. All of her other 'subjects' had watched similar pictures shown from the main file that logged their responses via their heart rate, pupil dilation etc. It also logged the order in which the pictures were shown them, Sheila being able to adjust the test based on their responses.
So far Sheila had enough data from the hundred or so candidates to write her thesis. Sadly none had responded the way she wanted to fetish category T1 / F2: Foot and tickling fetish; soft dominant.
So Sheila had found a way to sneak an extra candidate into her experiment. The tall handsome man who always stole glances of her feet. She had tried to find out about him online but it was like he didn't own a computer! At least not one from this century!
Nathan did not enjoy the test at first. He had never been a huge fan of nudity. He hated the 'wall of porn' his male co-workers had put up using page-three girls to make a visceral collage. He could appreciate a woman's beauty beyond his fetishes, but having pornographic images pop up randomly amongst pictures of watering cans, kittens, hairbrushes and other household items unsettled him. He had not understood a lot of what Sheila had said, being distracted by her extreme beauty and the general anxiety he was overwhelmed by every time he entered any building vaguely like a school.
What really made him nervous was the way the pornographic images shifted to include more and more images of beautiful women whose legs and feet were prominently displayed. Gone were any pictures containing men as the test had proven the subject to be heterosexual with a highly probable foot and tickling fetish.
Sheila smiled as her plan came to fruition, she curled her toes in their sheer nylons having slipped her hungry feet out of her shoes. Finding a 'ler to satisfy her cravings had been a hard road paved with revulsion, mistrust and suspicion. Soon though, soon she would have a boyfriend to tickle her in exactly the way she wanted.
Her subject's anxiety was becoming a problem though. Sheila set the program to show him some more pictures of kittens interspersed with green landscapes and calm lakes as these seemed to calm him down.
Soon she was able to shift the program to show him pictures of women's feet again, gradually introducing images of stocked women screaming as feathers were drawn between their toes.
Nathan was becoming both aroused and scared, he had always assumed he was the only person to want to tickle women. He had heard people laugh mockingly about "foot-fetishists" and knew he was one. He was always frightened what would happen if people found out! Never had he thought that anyone would create images like the ones that popped up on his screen; not trusting computers to even search the internet for them.
Sheila guessed she would need to reassure him and wondered if her little secret modification to the program was a good idea. Her experiment had revealed several closet homosexuals and she had calmly reassured two of them that it was confidential and she wouldn't "out" them.
By now Nathan was mostly being shown picture of women's feet being tickled. His tastes appealed to Sheila, he wasn't too hardcore and was extremely foot-focused. Now was the time Sheila decided, she slipped in the first picture of her own sandalled feet.
Nathan recognised them as his crush's feet straight away. She was wearing the same sandals as the day he had picked her up at the bus stop only with red toenail polish. Sheila slipped more pictures in to the program which had now stopped recording but still transmitted the bait.
Sheila smiled as Nathan's readings showed his pupils dilate and his heart rate increase. There were pictures of her running feathers between her own toes, her face cropped out but still Nathan knew it was her.
Sheila had even Photoshopped her own soles into some of her favourite tickling pictures, never showing her face though. In the main program she had used stock images and a picture of Viviana from an old Wikipedia page about tickling fetishism, to ensnare Nathan she had used the favourites from her own personal supply.
The final picture was of her own bare soles poking out of an old pair of blue jeans, bold black letters reading:
CALL ME!
carefully written in Sharpie up the arch of her right foot which was crossed over her left foot which bore her mobile phone number. Written in the same neat handwriting in jet-black ink
It stayed on the screen long enough for Nathan to memorise it.
Calmly Sheila explained to a clearly anxious Nathan that if he had any questions about the experiment he was welcome to contact her any time.
"Oh and thanks for the lift the other day!"
Later that night Sheila screamed into her ball gag frantic with laughter. She was tied face down to her bed with her ankles tied to the metal bed frame and her big-toes restrained with black toe-cuffs finally put to use after several years in a cardboard box under her bed.
Nathan was softly grazing his fingertips up and down her soft creamy arches, his fingertips ainfuriatingly rough from his work. Their fun had barely started but already Sheila realised she had underestimated her new boyfriend. She almost regretted the ball gag, which Nathan hadn't wanted to use on her so soon. Between her gag, the music playing and her deaf landlady; Sheila was certain that there would be no rescue from her torment, not that she really wanted it to stop!
Sheila had left feathers for him to use, hoping he would trace them between her toes and then use their sharp points up and down her arches the way her experiment showed he liked. There had been lots of pictures of feathers and Nathan had responded strongly to all of them.
What the program hadn't been able to assess was the tactile feel of her soft creamy soles under his fingertips, the test focusing exclusively on visual stimulii. Nathan had been wanting to tickle her like this for months so the feathers could wait! The sensation of her smooth, soft skin under his fingertips was amazing!
Sheila was tingling all over. She knew her crush worked on a construction site or something (despite not looking a thing like your typical builder). What she had never considered until now was that his work had made his fingertips rough and tough with deeper more pronounced ridges.
Nathan was beaming with joy; his tough workman's hands still fully sensitive to the tactile sensations he had longed to feel for so long. Her supple creamy arches felt exactly as he always imagined, only this was no dream. The sensation of her warm, soft skin made him feel more alive than he had in years.
Nathan experimented with flickering his fingertips and short but effective nails over his crush's arches and instantly Sheila's struggles hit a new level of frantic. She bounced on the bed as she thrashed and pulled at her restraints.
Escape was impossible and Sheila's futile struggles only drew her ticklers attention to her legs and ass. Her legs were pulled out tight bringing the nerves to the surface and making the first soft touches so much worse. Nathan began softly tracing his fingertips up and down the backs of Sheila's legs, slowing and pausing to flutter his fingers in the crooks of her knees. The result was astonishing; Sheila writhed and thrashed against her bonds, still fighting against the sensations she had craved for so long.
As Sheila struggled her bedsheets began to ruckle up underneath her gradually finding their way to fold up around her crotch. As Nathan began to explore her thighs with gentle touches Sheila realised the danger.
Sheila knew she became a hundred times more sensitive after she climaxed. Already being tickled by another unpredictable human was more exhilarating, exciting and unbearable than her own attempts to satisfy her cravings with home-made tickling devices and walking barefoot across grass.
Sheila was introducing Nathan to this slowly, she had yet to mention the vibrating love eggs, vibrators or automatic tickle-toys she had made do with prior to ensnaring him. She still couldn't believe he thought he was the only one in the world who liked tickling until today!
As Nathan moved from gently and softly teasing to squeezing her hamstrings and thighs Sheila lost control and began to scream "Stop! stop!" into her ball gag.
It was a good thing she was gagged as if she wasn't her new boyfriend would have stopped; having yet to learn the depth and magnitude of his new girlfriend's kinkiness: (safewords would be covered later in his training) Sheila was starting to lose control, the thing she couldn't make herself do with tickle-toys.
Nathan had never even thought about tickling his crush's ass but something about the way it bounced and jiggled called to him. True he liked to take in the sight of her perfect pert buttocks when checking her out but his eyes always moved down quickly to her legs and feet.
His tickling assault was timed perfectly, Sheila was unprepared, trying to squirm away from his strong fingers tickling her inner thighs. Before she even realised his hands had moved away from her tendons and smouldering pussy the new sensations hit her. The response was instant and instinctive, it was something they would recreate time and time again during their 'play sessions'.
As Nathan's strong clever fingers caressed, probed and kneaded Sheila's buttocks she writhed and squirmed away, trying to escape forcing her to grind into the ruckled bedsheets in her instinctive efforts to escape.
Sheila was already on the edge of a climax from years of pent up sexual frustration and the combination of the unexpected tickling and the consequential instinctive dry-humping pushed her over the edge into a blissful orgasm more powerful than any vibrator could give ever her.
Sheila continued to climax as her new boyfriend returned to her thighs, she experienced new levels of sexual ecstasy as he returned to tracing his fingertips up and down the backs of her knees.
Sheila quivered as he ran his honest hard-working fingertips over her perfect calves, her frustration had been released and now she felt herself resting on another precipice: submission.
Sheila was a control-freak. She had carefully planned this torture session around her biggest fear losing control, close but not exactly the same as what she wanted: giving control to her beloved.
When Nathan's fingertips reached her soles once more Sheila surrendered. Gone was the intense hysterical laughter to be replaced by soft submissive giggles accompanied by deeper, infinitely more satisfying orgasm after orgasm.
Sheila didn't even need to grind against her bed any more. Nathan remembered her instructions about the feathers and began to run them between her toes. The orgasmic release had made Sheila ultra-sensitive and the feathers made her shudder as they ran between her toes.
Nathan tried using the sharp quill end on her arches as she has instructed tracing figures-of-eights and little circles in unpredictable, infuriating patterns. Sheila went berserk. She curled her toes hard and climaxed hard. Next Nathan used the quills on the pads of her big toes. The unexpected sensations drove her to a new level of hysteria.
Sheila wished she had decided to use a love-egg rather than saving them for when her new boyfriend was more comfortable with all of this. For now her pussy craved a penis that wasn't there as her face and soles turned redder and redder.
Nathan returned to use his fingers wanting to feel his girlfriend's soft supple soles once again. Sheila wasn't sure how long she could endure the torture she craved but she desperately wanted to find out.
Nathan was entranced by her soles; he lost all track of time as stroked, caressed and tickled the soles of his new girlfriend. He held back the toes of one foot to use feathers and fingers to torment the ultra-sensitive spots under her toes.
In time he would be taught about restraints that tied each toe individually and to use electric toothbrushes and flossers on these spots until she screamed her safeword at the top of her lungs. For now fingers and feathers would suffice to tickle her to submission.
Sheila was in heaven and hell. Her tormentor was an instinctive and passionate tickler. As much as it was pure torture, there was not a hint of malice in Nathan; more curiosity. He tickled his new girlfriend from her head to her hypersensitive toes. Focusing mostly on her hypersensitive feet but also exploring her legs, hips, sides, underarms and even her tummy when she bucked and let him slip a hand around her elegant waist.
Both Nathan and Sheila lost track of time. Finally, after hours of torment and ecstasy Sheila could take no more and went limp. Sensing the change in his girlfriend Nathan stopped. Within seconds the gag was removed and Nathan was panicking and asking if she was okay;
"Fuck-me" Sheila faintly moaned.
"Are you okay? Did I take it to far? Are you alright?" Nathan asked again, nervous.
"Fuck-me" Sheila insisted in her croaky, exhausted voice.
Nathan untied his girlfriend and fussed over her bringing her a glass of water and stroking her long dark straight hair.
Sheila drank the water, in need of hydration but still as desperately horny as before.
"I mean seriously if I took things to f..." Nathan began as his girlfriend pounced.
"I told you to fuck me!" Sheila insisted as she tore her new boyfriend's clothes off like a hungry animal.
He smiled as he heard the clicking of his crushes' heels on the pavement and looked up to watch her start her descent. She wore strappy sandals that showed off her slender arches and perfect toes. Today her cute toes were painted dark blue.
Nathan didn't know her name, the first time he had seen her he had thought she was a Mail-order bride or something but he had since correctly guessed she was a nanny to the two twins she pushed in a pram. She was quite tall for an Asian woman with long sexy legs and legs shiny black hair.
Nathan smiled at her as he tucked in to to let her pass and she sweetly smiled back softly saying "Thank you" in perfect English.
Nathan looked over his shoulder to steal a glance of her as she walked away. She was always well dressed and today was no exception, the stylish red top matched her dark blue skirt perfectly. But it was her legs and feet that drew Nathan's attention.
She had slender but shapely calf muscles that tensed and flexed as she walked. It was like they were dancing under the discreet flicker of her sexy thighs and the soft skin of the backs of her knees.
What Nathan wouldn't give to gently run his fingertips over the backs of those knees and play with her thighs as he slowly sought out every tender ticklish spot....
But sweeter than that was the sight of her creamy arches. No strap adorned her perfect heels, meaning that as she walked her soles flashed their soft supple flesh: the epitome of Nathan's desire. On another day Nathan would have pretended to drop something or tie his shoe so he could steal glances for longer but today he had a schedule to keep to.
Later that day Nathan was driving his car home keenly keeping an eye out for his crush whilst still watching the road. The rain was imminent and according to the radio it was going to be quite a storm. He had seen her waiting for a bus a few times on this route and after a rough day the sight of her perfect feet would lift his spirit.
'There she was!' Nathan thought as he slowed, years of frustration giving him the courage to push his indicator and pull in.
"Do you want a lift?" Nathan asked, smiling.
His crush looked nervous, she no longer had the pram but still wore her summery clothes.
"It is going to rain soon, just don't want you getting soaked" Nathan offered, aware he might be frightening his crush.
"Okay!" Sheila said with a smile.
Nathan made small talk and stole glances whenever he changed gear. Sheila had an odd habit of wiggling her toes whenever he cast his eyes on them. He tried not to be obvious but it was hard to resist her beauty. Sheila's feet were an absolute ten; long slender sexy toes and delicate ankles and insteps.
Nathan learned she was a psychology student at the university and brought in some extra money by babysitting. As the conversation progressed she mentioned the study she was basing her thesis on and how hard it had been to find candidates. Nathan didn't understand exactly what she was talking about and realised he had misjudged his crush's aspirations and intellect as she talked.
Sheila left a flyer for Nathan with her university email address and the promise of the princely sum of £3.50. It had been something she had complained about, how little funding the university gave her.
Nathan sent her an email. Something he did not do often, not liking or trusting computers. For the next week he eagerly awaited his appointment to participate in her study.
He tried to read through the disclosure agreement but found the small print difficult to focus on. Eventually he was done and signed, there was stuff about measuring his reactions and responses. He was called upstairs where his crush greeted him with her sweet smile and soft brown eyes.
Sheila was dressed differently, she wore a white lab coat and black professional skirt, with suitable black leather shoes and sheer black tights. Her shoes were closed at the toes and heels, but showed off her arch nicely from under a thin strap that ran up the top of each shapely foot to meet the buckles and straps at her ankles.
Nathan beheld her as she set up the computer system, her long black hair was neatly tied up with a pin. Her fingertips were unpainted but varnished, Nathan wondered about her toes.
Sheila would monitor Nathan's responses from another room. She smiled and giggled as she applied the blood-pressure cuff and other devices that monitored his pupil dilation and everything else. Her 'subject' was clearly nervous, she tried to calm her own nerves; hoping her little plan wouldn't risk her funding. Her superiors' already hated her study into paraphilia and sexual fetishes.
At her computer terminal Sheila watched a live feed of her 'subject' and opened the special copy of her test file. All of her other 'subjects' had watched similar pictures shown from the main file that logged their responses via their heart rate, pupil dilation etc. It also logged the order in which the pictures were shown them, Sheila being able to adjust the test based on their responses.
So far Sheila had enough data from the hundred or so candidates to write her thesis. Sadly none had responded the way she wanted to fetish category T1 / F2: Foot and tickling fetish; soft dominant.
So Sheila had found a way to sneak an extra candidate into her experiment. The tall handsome man who always stole glances of her feet. She had tried to find out about him online but it was like he didn't own a computer! At least not one from this century!
Nathan did not enjoy the test at first. He had never been a huge fan of nudity. He hated the 'wall of porn' his male co-workers had put up using page-three girls to make a visceral collage. He could appreciate a woman's beauty beyond his fetishes, but having pornographic images pop up randomly amongst pictures of watering cans, kittens, hairbrushes and other household items unsettled him. He had not understood a lot of what Sheila had said, being distracted by her extreme beauty and the general anxiety he was overwhelmed by every time he entered any building vaguely like a school.
What really made him nervous was the way the pornographic images shifted to include more and more images of beautiful women whose legs and feet were prominently displayed. Gone were any pictures containing men as the test had proven the subject to be heterosexual with a highly probable foot and tickling fetish.
Sheila smiled as her plan came to fruition, she curled her toes in their sheer nylons having slipped her hungry feet out of her shoes. Finding a 'ler to satisfy her cravings had been a hard road paved with revulsion, mistrust and suspicion. Soon though, soon she would have a boyfriend to tickle her in exactly the way she wanted.
Her subject's anxiety was becoming a problem though. Sheila set the program to show him some more pictures of kittens interspersed with green landscapes and calm lakes as these seemed to calm him down.
Soon she was able to shift the program to show him pictures of women's feet again, gradually introducing images of stocked women screaming as feathers were drawn between their toes.
Nathan was becoming both aroused and scared, he had always assumed he was the only person to want to tickle women. He had heard people laugh mockingly about "foot-fetishists" and knew he was one. He was always frightened what would happen if people found out! Never had he thought that anyone would create images like the ones that popped up on his screen; not trusting computers to even search the internet for them.
Sheila guessed she would need to reassure him and wondered if her little secret modification to the program was a good idea. Her experiment had revealed several closet homosexuals and she had calmly reassured two of them that it was confidential and she wouldn't "out" them.
By now Nathan was mostly being shown picture of women's feet being tickled. His tastes appealed to Sheila, he wasn't too hardcore and was extremely foot-focused. Now was the time Sheila decided, she slipped in the first picture of her own sandalled feet.
Nathan recognised them as his crush's feet straight away. She was wearing the same sandals as the day he had picked her up at the bus stop only with red toenail polish. Sheila slipped more pictures in to the program which had now stopped recording but still transmitted the bait.
Sheila smiled as Nathan's readings showed his pupils dilate and his heart rate increase. There were pictures of her running feathers between her own toes, her face cropped out but still Nathan knew it was her.
Sheila had even Photoshopped her own soles into some of her favourite tickling pictures, never showing her face though. In the main program she had used stock images and a picture of Viviana from an old Wikipedia page about tickling fetishism, to ensnare Nathan she had used the favourites from her own personal supply.
The final picture was of her own bare soles poking out of an old pair of blue jeans, bold black letters reading:
CALL ME!
carefully written in Sharpie up the arch of her right foot which was crossed over her left foot which bore her mobile phone number. Written in the same neat handwriting in jet-black ink
It stayed on the screen long enough for Nathan to memorise it.
Calmly Sheila explained to a clearly anxious Nathan that if he had any questions about the experiment he was welcome to contact her any time.
"Oh and thanks for the lift the other day!"
Later that night Sheila screamed into her ball gag frantic with laughter. She was tied face down to her bed with her ankles tied to the metal bed frame and her big-toes restrained with black toe-cuffs finally put to use after several years in a cardboard box under her bed.
Nathan was softly grazing his fingertips up and down her soft creamy arches, his fingertips ainfuriatingly rough from his work. Their fun had barely started but already Sheila realised she had underestimated her new boyfriend. She almost regretted the ball gag, which Nathan hadn't wanted to use on her so soon. Between her gag, the music playing and her deaf landlady; Sheila was certain that there would be no rescue from her torment, not that she really wanted it to stop!
Sheila had left feathers for him to use, hoping he would trace them between her toes and then use their sharp points up and down her arches the way her experiment showed he liked. There had been lots of pictures of feathers and Nathan had responded strongly to all of them.
What the program hadn't been able to assess was the tactile feel of her soft creamy soles under his fingertips, the test focusing exclusively on visual stimulii. Nathan had been wanting to tickle her like this for months so the feathers could wait! The sensation of her smooth, soft skin under his fingertips was amazing!
Sheila was tingling all over. She knew her crush worked on a construction site or something (despite not looking a thing like your typical builder). What she had never considered until now was that his work had made his fingertips rough and tough with deeper more pronounced ridges.
Nathan was beaming with joy; his tough workman's hands still fully sensitive to the tactile sensations he had longed to feel for so long. Her supple creamy arches felt exactly as he always imagined, only this was no dream. The sensation of her warm, soft skin made him feel more alive than he had in years.
Nathan experimented with flickering his fingertips and short but effective nails over his crush's arches and instantly Sheila's struggles hit a new level of frantic. She bounced on the bed as she thrashed and pulled at her restraints.
Escape was impossible and Sheila's futile struggles only drew her ticklers attention to her legs and ass. Her legs were pulled out tight bringing the nerves to the surface and making the first soft touches so much worse. Nathan began softly tracing his fingertips up and down the backs of Sheila's legs, slowing and pausing to flutter his fingers in the crooks of her knees. The result was astonishing; Sheila writhed and thrashed against her bonds, still fighting against the sensations she had craved for so long.
As Sheila struggled her bedsheets began to ruckle up underneath her gradually finding their way to fold up around her crotch. As Nathan began to explore her thighs with gentle touches Sheila realised the danger.
Sheila knew she became a hundred times more sensitive after she climaxed. Already being tickled by another unpredictable human was more exhilarating, exciting and unbearable than her own attempts to satisfy her cravings with home-made tickling devices and walking barefoot across grass.
Sheila was introducing Nathan to this slowly, she had yet to mention the vibrating love eggs, vibrators or automatic tickle-toys she had made do with prior to ensnaring him. She still couldn't believe he thought he was the only one in the world who liked tickling until today!
As Nathan moved from gently and softly teasing to squeezing her hamstrings and thighs Sheila lost control and began to scream "Stop! stop!" into her ball gag.
It was a good thing she was gagged as if she wasn't her new boyfriend would have stopped; having yet to learn the depth and magnitude of his new girlfriend's kinkiness: (safewords would be covered later in his training) Sheila was starting to lose control, the thing she couldn't make herself do with tickle-toys.
Nathan had never even thought about tickling his crush's ass but something about the way it bounced and jiggled called to him. True he liked to take in the sight of her perfect pert buttocks when checking her out but his eyes always moved down quickly to her legs and feet.
His tickling assault was timed perfectly, Sheila was unprepared, trying to squirm away from his strong fingers tickling her inner thighs. Before she even realised his hands had moved away from her tendons and smouldering pussy the new sensations hit her. The response was instant and instinctive, it was something they would recreate time and time again during their 'play sessions'.
As Nathan's strong clever fingers caressed, probed and kneaded Sheila's buttocks she writhed and squirmed away, trying to escape forcing her to grind into the ruckled bedsheets in her instinctive efforts to escape.
Sheila was already on the edge of a climax from years of pent up sexual frustration and the combination of the unexpected tickling and the consequential instinctive dry-humping pushed her over the edge into a blissful orgasm more powerful than any vibrator could give ever her.
Sheila continued to climax as her new boyfriend returned to her thighs, she experienced new levels of sexual ecstasy as he returned to tracing his fingertips up and down the backs of her knees.
Sheila quivered as he ran his honest hard-working fingertips over her perfect calves, her frustration had been released and now she felt herself resting on another precipice: submission.
Sheila was a control-freak. She had carefully planned this torture session around her biggest fear losing control, close but not exactly the same as what she wanted: giving control to her beloved.
When Nathan's fingertips reached her soles once more Sheila surrendered. Gone was the intense hysterical laughter to be replaced by soft submissive giggles accompanied by deeper, infinitely more satisfying orgasm after orgasm.
Sheila didn't even need to grind against her bed any more. Nathan remembered her instructions about the feathers and began to run them between her toes. The orgasmic release had made Sheila ultra-sensitive and the feathers made her shudder as they ran between her toes.
Nathan tried using the sharp quill end on her arches as she has instructed tracing figures-of-eights and little circles in unpredictable, infuriating patterns. Sheila went berserk. She curled her toes hard and climaxed hard. Next Nathan used the quills on the pads of her big toes. The unexpected sensations drove her to a new level of hysteria.
Sheila wished she had decided to use a love-egg rather than saving them for when her new boyfriend was more comfortable with all of this. For now her pussy craved a penis that wasn't there as her face and soles turned redder and redder.
Nathan returned to use his fingers wanting to feel his girlfriend's soft supple soles once again. Sheila wasn't sure how long she could endure the torture she craved but she desperately wanted to find out.
Nathan was entranced by her soles; he lost all track of time as stroked, caressed and tickled the soles of his new girlfriend. He held back the toes of one foot to use feathers and fingers to torment the ultra-sensitive spots under her toes.
In time he would be taught about restraints that tied each toe individually and to use electric toothbrushes and flossers on these spots until she screamed her safeword at the top of her lungs. For now fingers and feathers would suffice to tickle her to submission.
Sheila was in heaven and hell. Her tormentor was an instinctive and passionate tickler. As much as it was pure torture, there was not a hint of malice in Nathan; more curiosity. He tickled his new girlfriend from her head to her hypersensitive toes. Focusing mostly on her hypersensitive feet but also exploring her legs, hips, sides, underarms and even her tummy when she bucked and let him slip a hand around her elegant waist.
Both Nathan and Sheila lost track of time. Finally, after hours of torment and ecstasy Sheila could take no more and went limp. Sensing the change in his girlfriend Nathan stopped. Within seconds the gag was removed and Nathan was panicking and asking if she was okay;
"Fuck-me" Sheila faintly moaned.
"Are you okay? Did I take it to far? Are you alright?" Nathan asked again, nervous.
"Fuck-me" Sheila insisted in her croaky, exhausted voice.
Nathan untied his girlfriend and fussed over her bringing her a glass of water and stroking her long dark straight hair.
Sheila drank the water, in need of hydration but still as desperately horny as before.
"I mean seriously if I took things to f..." Nathan began as his girlfriend pounced.
"I told you to fuck me!" Sheila insisted as she tore her new boyfriend's clothes off like a hungry animal.
