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From the quill of the Westchester Tickler
By: The Westchester Tickler
Themes: Footjob and Tickling in an Office Scenario
Working late one night, Tom and Jane were about finished with their end of the year paperwork. Jane had been walking back and forth between her desk and the file cabinets and had noticed Tom’s not-so-subtle glances at…her shoes? She knew about guys with shoe and foot fetishes, but hadn’t really pegged Tom as one. Time to have a little fun after a long day.
She sits on the edge of her desk and, pretending to read a folder, crosses her legs and lets her shoe slowly slide off her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tom look, turn away, then slowly look over once more. She lets him enjoy the view for a minute, then abruptly looks up and says, “You like my feet, don’t you, Tom?”
“Huh?…oh, sorry, Jane, just daydreaming. Long day, you know?” he laughs nervously.
“Yeah, daydreaming about my getting your hands all over my arches, weren’t you?”
“No, no, no, I’m not into that at all!” Tom continues denying.
She is still dangling her shoe and his eyes keep getting drawn to the sight of her perfect peds lovingly encased in full-fashioned nylons. “Come here,” she commands.
Just as she suspected he would, he dutifully got up and walked over. Total submissive, she thinks.
This is going to be more fun than I thought!
He stands in front of her and she looks him in the eye. “Take off your shirt.”
He hesitates. “I don’t know about this…”
“Now!”
He unbuttons it quickly and removes it. She smiles, pleased at her new plaything.
“Now the pants and shoes.” He doesn’t hesitate this time, quickly obeying her command.
“Lay down right there,” she tells him, as she gets back on her feet and goes to her pocketbook. She pulls out two sets of nylon restraints and commands him to hold his arms over his head. He does silently, and she secures his wrists together, then ties the end of the tether to the foot of her desk. She then secures his ankles together and, when finished, pulls up a chair to his midsection.
As she sits and crosses her legs again, she asks, “So how long have you had this foot fetish, Tom?”
“I don’t, Jane, you’re wrong. I wasn’t staring at them…” His voice trails off as she begins flexing her foot and her heels begin a gradual slide off her foot again, until the shoe pops free and dangles just over the top of his now fully erect penis.
“Yeah, Tom, I think you do,” she says quietly. “If you’ll admit it, I can make you feel really good. I like foot guys. My boyfriends are either foot lovers or I convert them -easily. You can see why: look at that foot. It’s perfect!”
Tom stares silently, then responds, “No, I think it’s OK but I’m not a footguy. I’m just horny all the time – that’s why I’m hard. It’s not the feet, really!”
She has begun swinging the heel around and around his erect penis, closing the circle tighter and tighter until the shoe begins to rub around the base of it. His cock twitches at the contact and becomes more engorged. A slight moan escapes his lips. She smiles wickedly and starts swinging her shoe back and forth, striking his cock with the spiked heel repeated. It twitches with each successive strike and Tom’s head is spinning.
Jane stops and runs the tip of her shoe from the base of his penis to the tip and then comes over the top of it. The head of his penis is now inside the front of her shoe, and she squeezes her toes around it. Tom grinds his hips upward as a wave of shivers washes over him. Jane looks down and smiles at his helplessness. She wiggles her feet back and forth, her toes sweeping against the head of his penis as he starts to moan loudly now. She slides her foot downward, leaving the shoe hanging off his penis like a bizarre fetish hat. She runs her toes over his balls and asks “Are you really sure you don’t have a foot fetish, Tom? I think you’re in denial.”
“I…oh-hh-h…no, I’m just…oh, man…” he babbles as she continue her massage of his sac. She then flips the shoe off and pushes it down to this stomach, positioning it under her arch. She now starts rubbing her foot back and forth across his stomach, his cock twirling beneath it from heel to toes. His moans are more insistent and she is enjoying her power over him. She positions his cock under her foot so that her toes are right over the head of his penis. She shakes her foot back and forth while flexing her toes, making Tom even crazier.
“You know, Tom, I want to practice more of my footjob technique and, since you’re not into feet, I figure it’ll be safe. I don’t want you cumming on my expensive stockings. You won’t, will you?” She stops moving her foot.
Tom comes to his senses somewhat and lies, “No…no, I won’t come on your stockings…I promise,” he gasps as he struggles to compose himself. “It feels good and everything, but you can’t make me come with your feet. I’m not into that…really.”
“Great!” she says with a bright smile, “because I want to practice a big footjob finish for my boyfriend. I want to make him explode and I need to perfect this.” She positions her feet on both sides of his penis, squeezing it tightly between her high arches. She begins to stroke slowly and evenly up and down, and Tom’s eyes roll to the back of his head as her ministrations drive him to the edge.
“I’m glad you have that kind of self-control, Tom. These stockings cost me $20 and I don’t want them ruined with your cum. I mean, if you did come on them, I’d have to punish you,” she says.
Tom can barely hear her and simply replies, “Huhhhh?”
“If you come on these stockings, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know what I’ll do?”
Tom just shakes his head as he continues writhing in pleasure.
“I’ll tickle you senseless,” she says, deliberately emphasizing each word as she increases the speed and pressure on his throbbing penis.
Tom is startled, but is too far gone now to protest. He looks at her with pleading eyes, but can’t so much as utter a protest. The sensations are overwhelming and he is near the breaking point.
“You like the feel of my feet and stockings on your cock, don’t you? It’s making you crazy and you won’t admit it’s what you like. You love the shape of my feet, don’t you? And the way these perfect peds can manipulate your cock into a frenzy? Hmmm? Now, remember not to cum on my stockings, Tom or your pits, ribs and feet are going to have to be tickle-tortured! Don’t think about my feet all over your cock, stroking you closer and closer to that glorious release. It would feel so-oo-oo-o good, wouldn’t it , Tom? But you mustn’t – you promised!” She is now stroking him hard and fast between her gorgeous feet, making him buck and moan helplessly beneath her.
“Don’t think about my feet and stockings, Tom!” she teases, sensing he was about to burst. “Don’t come. Whatever you do, Tom, don’t come. Don’t cum all over my feet and expensive stockings. WHATEVER YOU DO…DON’T COME ALL OVER MY FEET!”
Tom’s body rocks with spasms as his cock explodes as never before, squirting gobs of semen over her toes, feet and ankles, She continues stroking him hard, pulling every last drop from deep within his soul, making him her total foot-slave. She smiles in satisfaction as Tom continues quivering and moaning beneath her feet.
She gets up slowly, standing over him as his eyes begin to refocus. He sees her above him and watches her kneel down over his midsection. She leans forward until their noses nearly touch. He doesn’t realize that her hands are positioned right next to his armpits.
“To-o-om,” she singsongs, “You didn’t keep your promise. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“No…please please please…don’t tickle me, Jane! …I’ll admit it…I have a foot fetish…I can’t help it…your feet are so gorgeous…I couldn’t help myself…don’t punish me…I just really really wanted to have you make me cum that wa--HAHAHAHAHA…”
She moves her fingers deep into the center of his armpits and starts wiggling them wildly. He tries desperately to bring his arms down to protect them, but it’s useless against the restraints on his wrists.
“Oh, and look who’s a ticklish boy!” Jane squeals in utter delight as Tom struggles underneath her. “Poor little ticklish boy with a foot fetish! Aww-ww! Does that tickle? Hmm? Is it too tickly?” she teases as he roars with laughter. She brings her hands down to his upper ribcage, then down to the sides of his stomach, each area producing its own delightful raucous reaction from Tom. Jane watches his expressions intently, returning to the areas that drive him the craziest. Jane expertly manipulates his upper torso, making him her personal tickle puppet. She pokes, prods and wiggles her fingers expertly, and Tom is totally defenseless to her total tickle attack. She is relentless and tireless, and Tom teeters on the edge of consciousness when she finally lets him catch his breath.
Not for long though! She whirls around and sits on his knees. His bonds keep his ankles together, and he cannot move them away from her torturing digits. She attacks his soles with glee and, if it can be believed, the bottoms of his feet are even more ticklish than his upper body. Tom somehow manages to occasionally utter a plea for mercy, but is essentially babbling incoherently.
Her manicured nails rake up and down his soles as howls of laughter explode from his lips.
“AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE…..HAHAHAHAHA…
NO MOOOOOOOOOOORE…..OH GOD HELP….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!!” Jane smiles to herself as she drinks in his laughter, enjoying his writhing, his agony, his helplessness. Drunk with power, she explores his feet more intently, finding a weak spot that Tom hoped she wouldn’t.
“Tom,” she asks sweetly as she gives him a breather. “Are the balls of your feet ticklish, too?”
The question hangs in the air for a moment as Tom realizes that she knows what that would do to him. He struggles to find the right thing to say and, at that moment, his eyes see her stockinged soles. She is still straddling his knees, her soles facing him…those perfect arches…the full-fashioned nylons that accentuated their beauty…
“Are you looking at my feet again?” she grins. He barely nods a reply.
“I’ll tell you what, Tom. If you can take 5 minutes of tickle torture, I’ll jerk you off again with these feet, in these stockings, for the rest of the night. What do you say?”
Tom was in a quandary. He wants to feel those feet on his cock again so badly, but Jane is too good a tickler. He couldn’t last the five minutes. No way! He just…
“OK, OK, whatever you want! Five minutes…I can take it!”
“OK,” Jane agrees. “The magic word to make me stop tickling is ‘Footjob’. If you say it, you don’t get one!”
Before Tom can brace himself, Jane pulls back the toes and runs her nails across the ball of his left foot, slowly. He gurgles with laughter, trying to hold it in. Jane thoroughly enjoys his efforts, and increases the speed and pressure of the tickling. Tom begins to buck and more laughter spills from his lips.
“Oh, poor Tom…Tommy’s not going to get off again with my feet, is he? He’s just too, too ticklish, isn’t he? Oh, poor ticklish Tommy…” she taunts and teases him as she tickles faster and harder, while stretching one leg slowly out until her toes dig into his underarm.
The idea that her perfect ped, encased in stockings, was tickling his armpit was too much for him to take.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…DON’T…..OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…NOT THAT!!”
“You know what to say, Tom!” she screams over his laughter. “There’s a lot of time left, and I’m only tickling one foot. Now say it, Tom…come on…tickle tickle tiiiiiiiiickle!”
With one violent flurry of nails across the bottom of his toes, Tom breaks.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH…AH…AH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
OH…OH…OH…FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOTHOHOHOHO…FFFFFFFOOTJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOB! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE NO MORE! FOOTJO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Jane slows down a little and asks, “Did you say ‘Footjob’, Tom?”
“Yes…yes…please stop….oh, God, stop…”
Jane laughs. “Under two minutes, Tom. You’re a pretty ticklish guy! I thought you’d go a little longer, at least. Well, I guess no footjob for you. I’ll tell you what, though; I’ll let you try again next week.
What do you say?”
With that, she moves hr foot up within inches of his face, letting him gaze upon her pretty peds and those silky, sexy stockings. He had no choice in his decision.
“Oh, God, yes!”
By: The Westchester Tickler
Themes: Footjob and Tickling in an Office Scenario
Working late one night, Tom and Jane were about finished with their end of the year paperwork. Jane had been walking back and forth between her desk and the file cabinets and had noticed Tom’s not-so-subtle glances at…her shoes? She knew about guys with shoe and foot fetishes, but hadn’t really pegged Tom as one. Time to have a little fun after a long day.
She sits on the edge of her desk and, pretending to read a folder, crosses her legs and lets her shoe slowly slide off her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tom look, turn away, then slowly look over once more. She lets him enjoy the view for a minute, then abruptly looks up and says, “You like my feet, don’t you, Tom?”
“Huh?…oh, sorry, Jane, just daydreaming. Long day, you know?” he laughs nervously.
“Yeah, daydreaming about my getting your hands all over my arches, weren’t you?”
“No, no, no, I’m not into that at all!” Tom continues denying.
She is still dangling her shoe and his eyes keep getting drawn to the sight of her perfect peds lovingly encased in full-fashioned nylons. “Come here,” she commands.
Just as she suspected he would, he dutifully got up and walked over. Total submissive, she thinks.
This is going to be more fun than I thought!
He stands in front of her and she looks him in the eye. “Take off your shirt.”
He hesitates. “I don’t know about this…”
“Now!”
He unbuttons it quickly and removes it. She smiles, pleased at her new plaything.
“Now the pants and shoes.” He doesn’t hesitate this time, quickly obeying her command.
“Lay down right there,” she tells him, as she gets back on her feet and goes to her pocketbook. She pulls out two sets of nylon restraints and commands him to hold his arms over his head. He does silently, and she secures his wrists together, then ties the end of the tether to the foot of her desk. She then secures his ankles together and, when finished, pulls up a chair to his midsection.
As she sits and crosses her legs again, she asks, “So how long have you had this foot fetish, Tom?”
“I don’t, Jane, you’re wrong. I wasn’t staring at them…” His voice trails off as she begins flexing her foot and her heels begin a gradual slide off her foot again, until the shoe pops free and dangles just over the top of his now fully erect penis.
“Yeah, Tom, I think you do,” she says quietly. “If you’ll admit it, I can make you feel really good. I like foot guys. My boyfriends are either foot lovers or I convert them -easily. You can see why: look at that foot. It’s perfect!”
Tom stares silently, then responds, “No, I think it’s OK but I’m not a footguy. I’m just horny all the time – that’s why I’m hard. It’s not the feet, really!”
She has begun swinging the heel around and around his erect penis, closing the circle tighter and tighter until the shoe begins to rub around the base of it. His cock twitches at the contact and becomes more engorged. A slight moan escapes his lips. She smiles wickedly and starts swinging her shoe back and forth, striking his cock with the spiked heel repeated. It twitches with each successive strike and Tom’s head is spinning.
Jane stops and runs the tip of her shoe from the base of his penis to the tip and then comes over the top of it. The head of his penis is now inside the front of her shoe, and she squeezes her toes around it. Tom grinds his hips upward as a wave of shivers washes over him. Jane looks down and smiles at his helplessness. She wiggles her feet back and forth, her toes sweeping against the head of his penis as he starts to moan loudly now. She slides her foot downward, leaving the shoe hanging off his penis like a bizarre fetish hat. She runs her toes over his balls and asks “Are you really sure you don’t have a foot fetish, Tom? I think you’re in denial.”
“I…oh-hh-h…no, I’m just…oh, man…” he babbles as she continue her massage of his sac. She then flips the shoe off and pushes it down to this stomach, positioning it under her arch. She now starts rubbing her foot back and forth across his stomach, his cock twirling beneath it from heel to toes. His moans are more insistent and she is enjoying her power over him. She positions his cock under her foot so that her toes are right over the head of his penis. She shakes her foot back and forth while flexing her toes, making Tom even crazier.
“You know, Tom, I want to practice more of my footjob technique and, since you’re not into feet, I figure it’ll be safe. I don’t want you cumming on my expensive stockings. You won’t, will you?” She stops moving her foot.
Tom comes to his senses somewhat and lies, “No…no, I won’t come on your stockings…I promise,” he gasps as he struggles to compose himself. “It feels good and everything, but you can’t make me come with your feet. I’m not into that…really.”
“Great!” she says with a bright smile, “because I want to practice a big footjob finish for my boyfriend. I want to make him explode and I need to perfect this.” She positions her feet on both sides of his penis, squeezing it tightly between her high arches. She begins to stroke slowly and evenly up and down, and Tom’s eyes roll to the back of his head as her ministrations drive him to the edge.
“I’m glad you have that kind of self-control, Tom. These stockings cost me $20 and I don’t want them ruined with your cum. I mean, if you did come on them, I’d have to punish you,” she says.
Tom can barely hear her and simply replies, “Huhhhh?”
“If you come on these stockings, I’ll have to punish you. Do you know what I’ll do?”
Tom just shakes his head as he continues writhing in pleasure.
“I’ll tickle you senseless,” she says, deliberately emphasizing each word as she increases the speed and pressure on his throbbing penis.
Tom is startled, but is too far gone now to protest. He looks at her with pleading eyes, but can’t so much as utter a protest. The sensations are overwhelming and he is near the breaking point.
“You like the feel of my feet and stockings on your cock, don’t you? It’s making you crazy and you won’t admit it’s what you like. You love the shape of my feet, don’t you? And the way these perfect peds can manipulate your cock into a frenzy? Hmmm? Now, remember not to cum on my stockings, Tom or your pits, ribs and feet are going to have to be tickle-tortured! Don’t think about my feet all over your cock, stroking you closer and closer to that glorious release. It would feel so-oo-oo-o good, wouldn’t it , Tom? But you mustn’t – you promised!” She is now stroking him hard and fast between her gorgeous feet, making him buck and moan helplessly beneath her.
“Don’t think about my feet and stockings, Tom!” she teases, sensing he was about to burst. “Don’t come. Whatever you do, Tom, don’t come. Don’t cum all over my feet and expensive stockings. WHATEVER YOU DO…DON’T COME ALL OVER MY FEET!”
Tom’s body rocks with spasms as his cock explodes as never before, squirting gobs of semen over her toes, feet and ankles, She continues stroking him hard, pulling every last drop from deep within his soul, making him her total foot-slave. She smiles in satisfaction as Tom continues quivering and moaning beneath her feet.
She gets up slowly, standing over him as his eyes begin to refocus. He sees her above him and watches her kneel down over his midsection. She leans forward until their noses nearly touch. He doesn’t realize that her hands are positioned right next to his armpits.
“To-o-om,” she singsongs, “You didn’t keep your promise. You know what that means, don’t you?”
“No…please please please…don’t tickle me, Jane! …I’ll admit it…I have a foot fetish…I can’t help it…your feet are so gorgeous…I couldn’t help myself…don’t punish me…I just really really wanted to have you make me cum that wa--HAHAHAHAHA…”
She moves her fingers deep into the center of his armpits and starts wiggling them wildly. He tries desperately to bring his arms down to protect them, but it’s useless against the restraints on his wrists.
“Oh, and look who’s a ticklish boy!” Jane squeals in utter delight as Tom struggles underneath her. “Poor little ticklish boy with a foot fetish! Aww-ww! Does that tickle? Hmm? Is it too tickly?” she teases as he roars with laughter. She brings her hands down to his upper ribcage, then down to the sides of his stomach, each area producing its own delightful raucous reaction from Tom. Jane watches his expressions intently, returning to the areas that drive him the craziest. Jane expertly manipulates his upper torso, making him her personal tickle puppet. She pokes, prods and wiggles her fingers expertly, and Tom is totally defenseless to her total tickle attack. She is relentless and tireless, and Tom teeters on the edge of consciousness when she finally lets him catch his breath.
Not for long though! She whirls around and sits on his knees. His bonds keep his ankles together, and he cannot move them away from her torturing digits. She attacks his soles with glee and, if it can be believed, the bottoms of his feet are even more ticklish than his upper body. Tom somehow manages to occasionally utter a plea for mercy, but is essentially babbling incoherently.
Her manicured nails rake up and down his soles as howls of laughter explode from his lips.
“AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE…..HAHAHAHAHA…
NO MOOOOOOOOOOORE…..OH GOD HELP….HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHALP!!” Jane smiles to herself as she drinks in his laughter, enjoying his writhing, his agony, his helplessness. Drunk with power, she explores his feet more intently, finding a weak spot that Tom hoped she wouldn’t.
“Tom,” she asks sweetly as she gives him a breather. “Are the balls of your feet ticklish, too?”
The question hangs in the air for a moment as Tom realizes that she knows what that would do to him. He struggles to find the right thing to say and, at that moment, his eyes see her stockinged soles. She is still straddling his knees, her soles facing him…those perfect arches…the full-fashioned nylons that accentuated their beauty…
“Are you looking at my feet again?” she grins. He barely nods a reply.
“I’ll tell you what, Tom. If you can take 5 minutes of tickle torture, I’ll jerk you off again with these feet, in these stockings, for the rest of the night. What do you say?”
Tom was in a quandary. He wants to feel those feet on his cock again so badly, but Jane is too good a tickler. He couldn’t last the five minutes. No way! He just…
“OK, OK, whatever you want! Five minutes…I can take it!”
“OK,” Jane agrees. “The magic word to make me stop tickling is ‘Footjob’. If you say it, you don’t get one!”
Before Tom can brace himself, Jane pulls back the toes and runs her nails across the ball of his left foot, slowly. He gurgles with laughter, trying to hold it in. Jane thoroughly enjoys his efforts, and increases the speed and pressure of the tickling. Tom begins to buck and more laughter spills from his lips.
“Oh, poor Tom…Tommy’s not going to get off again with my feet, is he? He’s just too, too ticklish, isn’t he? Oh, poor ticklish Tommy…” she taunts and teases him as she tickles faster and harder, while stretching one leg slowly out until her toes dig into his underarm.
The idea that her perfect ped, encased in stockings, was tickling his armpit was too much for him to take.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…DON’T…..OH HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO…NOT THAT!!”
“You know what to say, Tom!” she screams over his laughter. “There’s a lot of time left, and I’m only tickling one foot. Now say it, Tom…come on…tickle tickle tiiiiiiiiickle!”
With one violent flurry of nails across the bottom of his toes, Tom breaks.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AH…AH…AH…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
OH…OH…OH…FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOTHOHOHOHO…FFFFFFFOOTJJJJJOOOOOOOOOOOB! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE NO MORE! FOOTJO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Jane slows down a little and asks, “Did you say ‘Footjob’, Tom?”
“Yes…yes…please stop….oh, God, stop…”
Jane laughs. “Under two minutes, Tom. You’re a pretty ticklish guy! I thought you’d go a little longer, at least. Well, I guess no footjob for you. I’ll tell you what, though; I’ll let you try again next week.
What do you say?”
With that, she moves hr foot up within inches of his face, letting him gaze upon her pretty peds and those silky, sexy stockings. He had no choice in his decision.
“Oh, God, yes!”