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A story that I wrote about my OC, Erica Thorne:
https://www.deviantart.com/silverpoint17/art/Erica-Thorne-updated-reference-sheet-and-bio-900788303
https://www.deviantart.com/silverpoint17/art/Erica-Thorne-Candid-Soles-on-Display-901706671
Hope you all enjoy!
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Gary was a 24 year old currently obtaining his Master’s Degree in mechanical engineering. Over the summer before resuming classes in the fall, he responded to a job advertisement to intern at a research institution called Plumeville Inc., in which he would help design and create elaborate devices intended to restrain female patients who had volunteered to have their feet tickled for scientific research purposes. Given Gary’s love of engineering and his fetish for female feet, this internship was a no brainer for him.
While there, he noticed another one of the interns also working there for the summer was a cute girl with fiery red hair that she wore in a ponytail, with big green eyes and little freckles dotted across her nose, whose name he eventually learned was Erica Thorne. She worked in the neurology department being that she was in medical school as he had come to find out, and often wore a white lab coat and carried a clipboard. Her role was to study and evaluate the reactions of the volunteer patients as they received their tickle treatments. Gary came to develop a little bit of a crush on Erica, as he thought she was quite cute. She was also extremely intelligent, as he had spoken to her a couple of times before while in the break room when she wasn’t reading something. Being somewhat of a nerd bereft of social skills since the majority of his time was spent reading books on engineering, building random contraptions or indulging his foot fetish on the web, Gary was a little shy when speaking to her. Despite this, she was always friendly to him.
One day upon entering the break room, Gary was met with the sight of the bottoms of someone’s bare feet propped up on a study table that turned out to be Erica’s, as she had taken her shoes (boots to be more precise) off and propped her feet up while she perused what appeared to be the schematics to something. Gary felt as if he had been hit by a stun gun upon walking into this sight and he couldn’t help but to sit down in a nearby chair and proceed to ogle Erica’s feet, watching as she absentmindedly rubbed them against one another and occasionally flexed her toes. Her feet were just as cute as the rest of her. He estimated they were maybe about a size 8.5, perhaps a 9, with smooth and very soft-looking, slightly wide soles that filled with wrinkles from heel to toe whenever she scrunched her equally as soft-looking toes that were painted bright red. She was so engrossed in what she was looking at that he was certain she didn’t even notice he was there. Gary seized the opportunity to clandestinely take a candid shot of her soles with his phone. After he did so she was still oblivious to his presence, so he decided to mess with her a bit.
“Nice feet haha,” he said with a chuckle.
Erica finally broke out of her trance at hearing the sound of someone’s voice and looked up from the large dark blue colored paper she was holding.
“Huh?” Erica said surprised. “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone else was in here,” she apologized in her cute, girlish voice as she took her feet off of the table.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s no worries though, I don’t mind,” said Gary.
“It’s okay,” said Erica as she put her boots back on. “I should be getting back to work anyway. See ya!” And with that, she exited the room. From then on, Gary lusted for Erica’s feet and fantasized about worshipping them while using the candid shot of her bare soles that he had taken as fuel.
After one such occasion, Gary suddenly got the idea of perhaps using his vast knowledge of mechanical engineering to somehow help his fantasy become a reality. He pondered if there was something he could possibly create that would enable him to secretly worship Erica’s feet and somehow have her not know that it was him doing so, let alone that she was even having her feet licked. During the times he had spoken to her, despite Erica’s academic prowess and intelligence, he had gleaned that she seemed to be a bit naive and gullible. Taking that into consideration and given his own also high intelligence, there had to be something he could come up with. Then he got an idea: remembering having noticed that there was what seemed to be a little hatch that blended in with the floor in the break room conveniently next to the little study table that Erica often sat at, he recalled one time curiously opening this hatch when he was the only one in the room and seeing what was below. What he discovered was a small, empty compartment that was still large enough for someone of his height to fit in while standing. Despite it being empty, it appeared to be a space that one would use to store things underneath the floor. Gary wondered if he could perhaps fashion a box shaped, mechanical device that was ostensibly a foot massage machine, but the inside of it would be hollow and he could place it over the opening in the floor while he stood inside the compartment underneath, effectively presenting the soles of whomever slid their feet inside the “massager” right in his face. Since Erica loved reading, he could also draft up an instruction manual for it for her to conveniently find on the study table that she usually sat at to pique her interest. Of course, there was the possibility that she would opt not to try it and the whole thing would be all for naught, but Gary concluded that this idea presented him with the best possible chance and opportunity.
By Thursday evening the following week, Gary had completed construction of his contraption. He applied the finishing touch by ironically stenciling “THE FOOT WORSHIPPER” across the top of it. He then drafted up an instruction manual for it on his laptop and brought it, along with his creation, to work the next day on Friday. He actually hadn’t seen Erica at all that week, but he still brought it with him just incase he happened to see and confirm that she was there that day. What Gary had ended up with as a finished product was a mechanical, box shaped device with a slot on the front side in which the user, while seated in a chair, could slide both of their feet side-by-side inside the box out of their view and position their feet inside by placing their heels on two small place holders for each foot as well as two small holders on the sides designed to cradle their feet, thus resting their soles side-by-side in his face and giving him full access to their soles and toes. He also included two metal ankle restraints stored in compartments on each side of the machine that would activate on his command via a wireless remote he created for it once the user slid their feet inside so that way they couldn’t pull their feet out until he released the restraints. Gary caught a glimpse of Erica early in the day clad in her usual attire consisting of a white lab coat, black pants and low cut black boots, carrying her clipboard as usual, and he could hardly contain his giddiness throughout the day at the prospect of what he may be presented with the opportunity to do later, as she was typically in the break room later in the day. After checking the time, he went out to his car and retrieved his contraption along with the wireless remote he had made for it and the instruction manual, and made his way to the break room to get it all set up shortly before Erica usually came in. He set his device on the floor next to the hatch and set the instruction manual down on the study table Erica usually sat at for her to find. He then pried off the hatch in the floor and climbed down into the compartment. Once he was situated, he then reached up and pulled the machine over the space in the floor he was ensconced in, and quietly waited.
After roughly ten minutes, Gary heard the door open on the side of the room that Erica typically entered in from, followed by the sound of footsteps that were coming in the direction of the study table she usually sat at. As the footsteps approached, he could hear the person happily humming to themself quietly.
“Hmm what’s this? The foot worshipper?” Gary heard them say curiously, recognizing Erica’s cute, girlish voice. He then heard her sit down followed by the sound of her flipping through pages, having evidently found the manual. Gary closed his eyes and crossed his fingers as he anxiously waited as he heard her reading the instructions aloud to herself:
“‘The foot worshipper. Press power button to activate device and insert feet through the designated slot. Place feet on the designated foot rests inside. A warm, wet sponge will proceed to sensuously massage the soles of your feet, worshipping your feet and giving your feet the attention they deserve.’”
“Oh it’s a foot massager!” Gary heard Erica say excitedly. “Oh hell yes! I could go for having my feet worshipped in that case. My feet are killing me right now.”
“Showtime,” Gary thought excitedly to himself. Erica was playing right into it. He rubbed the palms of his hands together in excitement as he heard Erica switch on the power button on the machine, which elicited a low humming sound when turned on. A few seconds later, Gary’s eyes widened as he saw a pair of bare feet slide into the box and plant themselves side-by-side on the foot rests inside. After viewing them so many times through only the candid photo he had taken on his phone, now no more than two inches away from his face were the pale soles of Erica’s bare feet in the literal flesh, her toes wiggling happily in anxious anticipation right in his face as if they were trying to tickle his nose. Gary felt his loins immediately start to swell. This was really going to happen.
After taking a moment to savor the sight of Erica’s bare soles and toes in his face and drinking in their sweet aroma that flooded his nostrils as soon as she unwittingly placed her feet in his face, Gary regained his train of thought. He took his phone out and held it right up to her feet, taking the opportunity to take a quick, up-close IYF shot of her soles for future use. Slipping his phone back inside his pocket, he then retrieved the wireless remote for his machine from his other pocket and pressed the button on the wireless remote to activate the ankle restraints. He listened as the two panel doors he had designed on each side of the box opened and released the restraints, and heard them clasp around Erica’s ankles, thus effectively ensuring that her feet stayed inside.
“Hey!” he heard her say in a surprised voice. Over the steady hum of the machine, Gary heard her turning pages in the manual.
“Oh okay, it’s supposed to do that,” Gary heard Erica say reassuringly to herself.
With the stage now set, Gary prepared to indulge in his ultimate foot fetish fantasy. He licked his lips and began to worship Erica’s feet, slowly gliding his tongue up and down the lengths of the bottoms of her bare feet. The feel of her soles against his tongue felt like an electric shock, as her soles were even softer than he had imagined them to be. They tasted and smelled sweet from her lotion, combined with a slight hint of the fact that her feet had been in her boots for much of the day.
“Ooooo hehe that feels weird!” he heard Erica giggle excitedly as she wiggled her toes unknowingly in his face.
Fueled by Erica’s wiggling toes and cute giggle, Gary picked up the pace a bit, licking up and down her smooth, silky soles a bit faster, concentrating on her arches. At the same time, he fumbled for and retrieved his phone from his pocket again with one hand and held it out to the side to take a quick video of her feet as he licked them.
“Hehehe. That tickles. Hehehehe,” he heard Erica say as she giggled and curled her toes, displaying her red toenails and wrinkling her soles right in his face. Gary loved the feeling of Erica’s soft, now wrinkly soles against his wet tongue as it slithered over them. He was rock hard at this point, excited by the fact that she had ticklish feet and that she had no clue her feet were in his face right now and were being worshipped and stimulated by his tongue.
Erica eventually uncurled her toes, and Gary began licking at the bottoms of them, slowly and methodically licking all ten of her toes back and forth as she continued to giggle. He attempted to slip his tongue in-between her toes and to his amazement, Erica actually fanned her toes out to allow his tongue to do so. Gary wasted no time meticulously probing in-between each of Erica’s toes with his tongue.
“Ahhhh. Ooooo…..yeah, get between those toes,” he heard Erica softly say. The remark was so perfectly placed that it almost sounded like she was talking directly to him, yet she wasn’t. Gary licked in-between each of Erica’s soft toes on both feet, really getting in the cracks as she giggled. He so badly wanted and was tempted to suck on her toes, but refrained from doing so knowing that would likely make it too obvious that it wasn’t a “wet sponge” that was massaging her feet. However, there was the fact that her feet were immobilized and not going anywhere at the moment, so Gary reconsidered.
“What’s she going to do?” he thought to himself.
He decided to go for it. He popped one of Erica’s big toes into his mouth and began sucking on it, occasionally swirling it inside of his mouth, extracting as much flavor from it as he could. He heard Erica let out a little yelp as he did so.
“Oh!” she said in surprise. “What is that?” Gary heard her say as she giggled while he proceeded to meticulously suck each toe in order on that particular foot, then repeated the same process on her other foot starting with the big toe, as if playing her feet like a harmonica. Other than her yelp in surprise, she seemed to brush it off and her feet appeared to offer no resistance.
After sucking on Erica’s toes, Gary then attempted to flatten his tongue as much as possible and began taking slow, long, wet licks, rolling his tongue up and down Erica’s soft soles.
“Mmm that feels good mhmhmh,” Gary heard Erica softly say to herself as she began to rhythmically alternate curling her toes back and forth slowly on each foot in a very sensual manner, exciting Gary to no end.
After a few minutes of concentrating on slowly licking the soles of her feet, Gary realized he should probably check the time and saw that he should probably start wrapping up the fun after looking at his phone. He stopped licking her feet and reached into his pocket again, and pulled out the item he had brought just incase her feet turned out to be ticklish: his own personal toothbrush. With her soles now freshly lubricated by his tongue, he began lightly scratching it up and down Erica’s soles as if he were scratching her feet for her, and he immediately heard giggling.
“Woo! Hehehe. Hehehehe. Ooooo that’s tickly! Hehehehe!” Gary heard Erica say as she giggled excitedly while her toes wiggled at rapid fire speed right in his face. He then began scratching his toothbrush along the bottoms of her toes, occasionally poking it in-between them as her giggling turned to laughter.
“Hahahaha! Ooohoohoo. Hahaha! It didn’t say anything about a brush! Hahaha!” he heard Erica say as she laughed.
After a few minutes of having some fun tickling Erica’s feet with his toothbrush, Gary stopped and slid it back into his pocket. Deciding to mess with her a bit, he pressed a button on his wireless remote before sliding it into his pocket as well. Raising both of his hands to her feet, one on each foot, he began to quickly scribble his fingertips up and down the bottoms of Erica’s feet.
“Hey! Hahahaha! What the?! Hahahahaha!” he heard Erica say in surprise as she laughed. “Hahaha is someone tickling my feet??!”
Gary continued scribbling his fingers faster up and down Erica’s soles.
“Ooo that tickles. Ooo that tickles. Hahahaha! Okay okay stop! Hahahaha!” Erica said as she laughed. He heard her attempt to turn the machine off, but he had overridden outside control of the power button with his remote.
Gary continued dancing his fingers up and down Erica’s soles for about a minute more as she laughed and laughed before he abruptly stopped and then pulled the remote back out of his pocket and pressed the power button on it to turn the machine off. The hum slowly dissipated as the device powered down, and he then pressed another button to release the restraints from around Erica’s ankles and they retracted back into their compartments on each side. Her feet immediately slid out of the box.
“What the heck was that?? That’s one crazy foot massager!” Gary heard Erica exclaim.
He then listened as he heard Erica putting her boots back on, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after. He waited for a couple of minutes to ensure that the coast was clear as he licked his lips, the taste of Erica’s feet still on his tongue. He heard nothing but silence, so he slowly moved the box away from over the space in the floor he was in and climbed out. He replaced the hatch over the space in the floor and gathered the instruction manual that Erica had left on the study table she was sitting at, then picked up his machine and left, undetected.
That evening, Gary brushed his teeth with his toothbrush that was now mildly spiced with the taste of Erica’s feet and toes. All that weekend, he couldn’t stop looking at the IYF shot of Erica’s soles that he had taken as well as watching the video, and remembering what they tasted like. What they smelled like. How ticklish they were. The sound of her giggle. His plan had been a perfect success.
The following week, Gary encountered Erica in the break room and she spoke to him.
“Hey do you know what happened to that foot massager that was in here?” she asked him.
“Foot massager?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Yeah. Last Friday there was a foot massage machine in here. It was over there,” she replied, pointing over to where it was at.
“Hmmm,” said Gary. “I didn’t see it at all when I was in here.”
“I guess it must‘ve gotten moved or they got rid of it or something,” Erica said. “It was crazy though, it wasn’t like any foot massager I’ve ever seen before. There was a manual for it that said a wet sponge would massage your feet, but it almost felt like a tongue or something with the way it moved. Like it meticulously got in-between my toes and everything. I know it wasn’t though of course haha,” she said with a laugh.
Gary felt his loins start to swell when she said that. He tried to think of what to say next to see if he could get her to talk about her feet some more, but do so in a way that made it seem like lighthearted, humorous banter.
“Haha interesting. So you tried it then?” he asked her with a laugh.
“Yeah haha,” Erica replied, also with a laugh.
“Did it at least feel good?” Gary jokingly asked.
“Yeah it did actually. Especially the sponge,” Erica said. “That’s kinda why I was wondering what happened to it. I have really sensitive feet though so it was kinda tickly. Oh yeah that’s another thing: I swear at the end it felt like someone was tickling my feet! Like actually tickling my feet with their fingers. It was crazy.”
Gary felt as if his pants were about to burst open. Part of him wanted to brush her comment aside so as to avoid detection completely, but another part of him wanted to play along and sort of drop hints in a joking manner while avoiding detection by making the notion sound ridiculous.
“Maybe someone was secretly licking and tickling your feet,” he said with a laugh.
“Oh my, don’t say that! I’d be so embarrassed if it turned out my feet were in someone’s face the entire time! It was the end of the day so they probably didn’t smell too good haha,” Erica replied with a laugh, completely oblivious that what was being joked about was in actuality the case.
“I’m kidding haha,” Gary responded with a laugh. “I don’t know though,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t see it at all.”
“It’s okay, I was just wondering,” Erica said. “Anyway, see ya!” And with that she left the room.
https://www.deviantart.com/silverpoint17/art/Erica-Thorne-updated-reference-sheet-and-bio-900788303
https://www.deviantart.com/silverpoint17/art/Erica-Thorne-Candid-Soles-on-Display-901706671
Hope you all enjoy!
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Gary was a 24 year old currently obtaining his Master’s Degree in mechanical engineering. Over the summer before resuming classes in the fall, he responded to a job advertisement to intern at a research institution called Plumeville Inc., in which he would help design and create elaborate devices intended to restrain female patients who had volunteered to have their feet tickled for scientific research purposes. Given Gary’s love of engineering and his fetish for female feet, this internship was a no brainer for him.
While there, he noticed another one of the interns also working there for the summer was a cute girl with fiery red hair that she wore in a ponytail, with big green eyes and little freckles dotted across her nose, whose name he eventually learned was Erica Thorne. She worked in the neurology department being that she was in medical school as he had come to find out, and often wore a white lab coat and carried a clipboard. Her role was to study and evaluate the reactions of the volunteer patients as they received their tickle treatments. Gary came to develop a little bit of a crush on Erica, as he thought she was quite cute. She was also extremely intelligent, as he had spoken to her a couple of times before while in the break room when she wasn’t reading something. Being somewhat of a nerd bereft of social skills since the majority of his time was spent reading books on engineering, building random contraptions or indulging his foot fetish on the web, Gary was a little shy when speaking to her. Despite this, she was always friendly to him.
One day upon entering the break room, Gary was met with the sight of the bottoms of someone’s bare feet propped up on a study table that turned out to be Erica’s, as she had taken her shoes (boots to be more precise) off and propped her feet up while she perused what appeared to be the schematics to something. Gary felt as if he had been hit by a stun gun upon walking into this sight and he couldn’t help but to sit down in a nearby chair and proceed to ogle Erica’s feet, watching as she absentmindedly rubbed them against one another and occasionally flexed her toes. Her feet were just as cute as the rest of her. He estimated they were maybe about a size 8.5, perhaps a 9, with smooth and very soft-looking, slightly wide soles that filled with wrinkles from heel to toe whenever she scrunched her equally as soft-looking toes that were painted bright red. She was so engrossed in what she was looking at that he was certain she didn’t even notice he was there. Gary seized the opportunity to clandestinely take a candid shot of her soles with his phone. After he did so she was still oblivious to his presence, so he decided to mess with her a bit.
“Nice feet haha,” he said with a chuckle.
Erica finally broke out of her trance at hearing the sound of someone’s voice and looked up from the large dark blue colored paper she was holding.
“Huh?” Erica said surprised. “Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t know anyone else was in here,” she apologized in her cute, girlish voice as she took her feet off of the table.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s no worries though, I don’t mind,” said Gary.
“It’s okay,” said Erica as she put her boots back on. “I should be getting back to work anyway. See ya!” And with that, she exited the room. From then on, Gary lusted for Erica’s feet and fantasized about worshipping them while using the candid shot of her bare soles that he had taken as fuel.
After one such occasion, Gary suddenly got the idea of perhaps using his vast knowledge of mechanical engineering to somehow help his fantasy become a reality. He pondered if there was something he could possibly create that would enable him to secretly worship Erica’s feet and somehow have her not know that it was him doing so, let alone that she was even having her feet licked. During the times he had spoken to her, despite Erica’s academic prowess and intelligence, he had gleaned that she seemed to be a bit naive and gullible. Taking that into consideration and given his own also high intelligence, there had to be something he could come up with. Then he got an idea: remembering having noticed that there was what seemed to be a little hatch that blended in with the floor in the break room conveniently next to the little study table that Erica often sat at, he recalled one time curiously opening this hatch when he was the only one in the room and seeing what was below. What he discovered was a small, empty compartment that was still large enough for someone of his height to fit in while standing. Despite it being empty, it appeared to be a space that one would use to store things underneath the floor. Gary wondered if he could perhaps fashion a box shaped, mechanical device that was ostensibly a foot massage machine, but the inside of it would be hollow and he could place it over the opening in the floor while he stood inside the compartment underneath, effectively presenting the soles of whomever slid their feet inside the “massager” right in his face. Since Erica loved reading, he could also draft up an instruction manual for it for her to conveniently find on the study table that she usually sat at to pique her interest. Of course, there was the possibility that she would opt not to try it and the whole thing would be all for naught, but Gary concluded that this idea presented him with the best possible chance and opportunity.
By Thursday evening the following week, Gary had completed construction of his contraption. He applied the finishing touch by ironically stenciling “THE FOOT WORSHIPPER” across the top of it. He then drafted up an instruction manual for it on his laptop and brought it, along with his creation, to work the next day on Friday. He actually hadn’t seen Erica at all that week, but he still brought it with him just incase he happened to see and confirm that she was there that day. What Gary had ended up with as a finished product was a mechanical, box shaped device with a slot on the front side in which the user, while seated in a chair, could slide both of their feet side-by-side inside the box out of their view and position their feet inside by placing their heels on two small place holders for each foot as well as two small holders on the sides designed to cradle their feet, thus resting their soles side-by-side in his face and giving him full access to their soles and toes. He also included two metal ankle restraints stored in compartments on each side of the machine that would activate on his command via a wireless remote he created for it once the user slid their feet inside so that way they couldn’t pull their feet out until he released the restraints. Gary caught a glimpse of Erica early in the day clad in her usual attire consisting of a white lab coat, black pants and low cut black boots, carrying her clipboard as usual, and he could hardly contain his giddiness throughout the day at the prospect of what he may be presented with the opportunity to do later, as she was typically in the break room later in the day. After checking the time, he went out to his car and retrieved his contraption along with the wireless remote he had made for it and the instruction manual, and made his way to the break room to get it all set up shortly before Erica usually came in. He set his device on the floor next to the hatch and set the instruction manual down on the study table Erica usually sat at for her to find. He then pried off the hatch in the floor and climbed down into the compartment. Once he was situated, he then reached up and pulled the machine over the space in the floor he was ensconced in, and quietly waited.
After roughly ten minutes, Gary heard the door open on the side of the room that Erica typically entered in from, followed by the sound of footsteps that were coming in the direction of the study table she usually sat at. As the footsteps approached, he could hear the person happily humming to themself quietly.
“Hmm what’s this? The foot worshipper?” Gary heard them say curiously, recognizing Erica’s cute, girlish voice. He then heard her sit down followed by the sound of her flipping through pages, having evidently found the manual. Gary closed his eyes and crossed his fingers as he anxiously waited as he heard her reading the instructions aloud to herself:
“‘The foot worshipper. Press power button to activate device and insert feet through the designated slot. Place feet on the designated foot rests inside. A warm, wet sponge will proceed to sensuously massage the soles of your feet, worshipping your feet and giving your feet the attention they deserve.’”
“Oh it’s a foot massager!” Gary heard Erica say excitedly. “Oh hell yes! I could go for having my feet worshipped in that case. My feet are killing me right now.”
“Showtime,” Gary thought excitedly to himself. Erica was playing right into it. He rubbed the palms of his hands together in excitement as he heard Erica switch on the power button on the machine, which elicited a low humming sound when turned on. A few seconds later, Gary’s eyes widened as he saw a pair of bare feet slide into the box and plant themselves side-by-side on the foot rests inside. After viewing them so many times through only the candid photo he had taken on his phone, now no more than two inches away from his face were the pale soles of Erica’s bare feet in the literal flesh, her toes wiggling happily in anxious anticipation right in his face as if they were trying to tickle his nose. Gary felt his loins immediately start to swell. This was really going to happen.
After taking a moment to savor the sight of Erica’s bare soles and toes in his face and drinking in their sweet aroma that flooded his nostrils as soon as she unwittingly placed her feet in his face, Gary regained his train of thought. He took his phone out and held it right up to her feet, taking the opportunity to take a quick, up-close IYF shot of her soles for future use. Slipping his phone back inside his pocket, he then retrieved the wireless remote for his machine from his other pocket and pressed the button on the wireless remote to activate the ankle restraints. He listened as the two panel doors he had designed on each side of the box opened and released the restraints, and heard them clasp around Erica’s ankles, thus effectively ensuring that her feet stayed inside.
“Hey!” he heard her say in a surprised voice. Over the steady hum of the machine, Gary heard her turning pages in the manual.
“Oh okay, it’s supposed to do that,” Gary heard Erica say reassuringly to herself.
With the stage now set, Gary prepared to indulge in his ultimate foot fetish fantasy. He licked his lips and began to worship Erica’s feet, slowly gliding his tongue up and down the lengths of the bottoms of her bare feet. The feel of her soles against his tongue felt like an electric shock, as her soles were even softer than he had imagined them to be. They tasted and smelled sweet from her lotion, combined with a slight hint of the fact that her feet had been in her boots for much of the day.
“Ooooo hehe that feels weird!” he heard Erica giggle excitedly as she wiggled her toes unknowingly in his face.
Fueled by Erica’s wiggling toes and cute giggle, Gary picked up the pace a bit, licking up and down her smooth, silky soles a bit faster, concentrating on her arches. At the same time, he fumbled for and retrieved his phone from his pocket again with one hand and held it out to the side to take a quick video of her feet as he licked them.
“Hehehe. That tickles. Hehehehe,” he heard Erica say as she giggled and curled her toes, displaying her red toenails and wrinkling her soles right in his face. Gary loved the feeling of Erica’s soft, now wrinkly soles against his wet tongue as it slithered over them. He was rock hard at this point, excited by the fact that she had ticklish feet and that she had no clue her feet were in his face right now and were being worshipped and stimulated by his tongue.
Erica eventually uncurled her toes, and Gary began licking at the bottoms of them, slowly and methodically licking all ten of her toes back and forth as she continued to giggle. He attempted to slip his tongue in-between her toes and to his amazement, Erica actually fanned her toes out to allow his tongue to do so. Gary wasted no time meticulously probing in-between each of Erica’s toes with his tongue.
“Ahhhh. Ooooo…..yeah, get between those toes,” he heard Erica softly say. The remark was so perfectly placed that it almost sounded like she was talking directly to him, yet she wasn’t. Gary licked in-between each of Erica’s soft toes on both feet, really getting in the cracks as she giggled. He so badly wanted and was tempted to suck on her toes, but refrained from doing so knowing that would likely make it too obvious that it wasn’t a “wet sponge” that was massaging her feet. However, there was the fact that her feet were immobilized and not going anywhere at the moment, so Gary reconsidered.
“What’s she going to do?” he thought to himself.
He decided to go for it. He popped one of Erica’s big toes into his mouth and began sucking on it, occasionally swirling it inside of his mouth, extracting as much flavor from it as he could. He heard Erica let out a little yelp as he did so.
“Oh!” she said in surprise. “What is that?” Gary heard her say as she giggled while he proceeded to meticulously suck each toe in order on that particular foot, then repeated the same process on her other foot starting with the big toe, as if playing her feet like a harmonica. Other than her yelp in surprise, she seemed to brush it off and her feet appeared to offer no resistance.
After sucking on Erica’s toes, Gary then attempted to flatten his tongue as much as possible and began taking slow, long, wet licks, rolling his tongue up and down Erica’s soft soles.
“Mmm that feels good mhmhmh,” Gary heard Erica softly say to herself as she began to rhythmically alternate curling her toes back and forth slowly on each foot in a very sensual manner, exciting Gary to no end.
After a few minutes of concentrating on slowly licking the soles of her feet, Gary realized he should probably check the time and saw that he should probably start wrapping up the fun after looking at his phone. He stopped licking her feet and reached into his pocket again, and pulled out the item he had brought just incase her feet turned out to be ticklish: his own personal toothbrush. With her soles now freshly lubricated by his tongue, he began lightly scratching it up and down Erica’s soles as if he were scratching her feet for her, and he immediately heard giggling.
“Woo! Hehehe. Hehehehe. Ooooo that’s tickly! Hehehehe!” Gary heard Erica say as she giggled excitedly while her toes wiggled at rapid fire speed right in his face. He then began scratching his toothbrush along the bottoms of her toes, occasionally poking it in-between them as her giggling turned to laughter.
“Hahahaha! Ooohoohoo. Hahaha! It didn’t say anything about a brush! Hahaha!” he heard Erica say as she laughed.
After a few minutes of having some fun tickling Erica’s feet with his toothbrush, Gary stopped and slid it back into his pocket. Deciding to mess with her a bit, he pressed a button on his wireless remote before sliding it into his pocket as well. Raising both of his hands to her feet, one on each foot, he began to quickly scribble his fingertips up and down the bottoms of Erica’s feet.
“Hey! Hahahaha! What the?! Hahahahaha!” he heard Erica say in surprise as she laughed. “Hahaha is someone tickling my feet??!”
Gary continued scribbling his fingers faster up and down Erica’s soles.
“Ooo that tickles. Ooo that tickles. Hahahaha! Okay okay stop! Hahahaha!” Erica said as she laughed. He heard her attempt to turn the machine off, but he had overridden outside control of the power button with his remote.
Gary continued dancing his fingers up and down Erica’s soles for about a minute more as she laughed and laughed before he abruptly stopped and then pulled the remote back out of his pocket and pressed the power button on it to turn the machine off. The hum slowly dissipated as the device powered down, and he then pressed another button to release the restraints from around Erica’s ankles and they retracted back into their compartments on each side. Her feet immediately slid out of the box.
“What the heck was that?? That’s one crazy foot massager!” Gary heard Erica exclaim.
He then listened as he heard Erica putting her boots back on, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing shortly after. He waited for a couple of minutes to ensure that the coast was clear as he licked his lips, the taste of Erica’s feet still on his tongue. He heard nothing but silence, so he slowly moved the box away from over the space in the floor he was in and climbed out. He replaced the hatch over the space in the floor and gathered the instruction manual that Erica had left on the study table she was sitting at, then picked up his machine and left, undetected.
That evening, Gary brushed his teeth with his toothbrush that was now mildly spiced with the taste of Erica’s feet and toes. All that weekend, he couldn’t stop looking at the IYF shot of Erica’s soles that he had taken as well as watching the video, and remembering what they tasted like. What they smelled like. How ticklish they were. The sound of her giggle. His plan had been a perfect success.
The following week, Gary encountered Erica in the break room and she spoke to him.
“Hey do you know what happened to that foot massager that was in here?” she asked him.
“Foot massager?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“Yeah. Last Friday there was a foot massage machine in here. It was over there,” she replied, pointing over to where it was at.
“Hmmm,” said Gary. “I didn’t see it at all when I was in here.”
“I guess it must‘ve gotten moved or they got rid of it or something,” Erica said. “It was crazy though, it wasn’t like any foot massager I’ve ever seen before. There was a manual for it that said a wet sponge would massage your feet, but it almost felt like a tongue or something with the way it moved. Like it meticulously got in-between my toes and everything. I know it wasn’t though of course haha,” she said with a laugh.
Gary felt his loins start to swell when she said that. He tried to think of what to say next to see if he could get her to talk about her feet some more, but do so in a way that made it seem like lighthearted, humorous banter.
“Haha interesting. So you tried it then?” he asked her with a laugh.
“Yeah haha,” Erica replied, also with a laugh.
“Did it at least feel good?” Gary jokingly asked.
“Yeah it did actually. Especially the sponge,” Erica said. “That’s kinda why I was wondering what happened to it. I have really sensitive feet though so it was kinda tickly. Oh yeah that’s another thing: I swear at the end it felt like someone was tickling my feet! Like actually tickling my feet with their fingers. It was crazy.”
Gary felt as if his pants were about to burst open. Part of him wanted to brush her comment aside so as to avoid detection completely, but another part of him wanted to play along and sort of drop hints in a joking manner while avoiding detection by making the notion sound ridiculous.
“Maybe someone was secretly licking and tickling your feet,” he said with a laugh.
“Oh my, don’t say that! I’d be so embarrassed if it turned out my feet were in someone’s face the entire time! It was the end of the day so they probably didn’t smell too good haha,” Erica replied with a laugh, completely oblivious that what was being joked about was in actuality the case.
“I’m kidding haha,” Gary responded with a laugh. “I don’t know though,” he said with a shrug. “I didn’t see it at all.”
“It’s okay, I was just wondering,” Erica said. “Anyway, see ya!” And with that she left the room.
