the snarker
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Author’s note: All Characters are at least 18 years old.
For Michael Tanner, most of the previous day went by in a daze. Sofia Delgado, the lady of the house and mother of his dear Emma used an out of this world foot worship technique on him. For three hours, he did nothing but scream into his unbelievably constricting gag and breathe the aroma of his friend Terry’s sweet soles. Once it was over, the shock made him pass out into an erotic dreamland. He tiredly woke up a couple of hours later in the middle of the afternoon. His body was completely limp. He could not budge any muscle and was discouraged by Sofia from trying. She explained to him that his reaction was normal, and that he would recover if they let them take charge of him. They untied him from the table but did not remove the tight blue cloth gagging him.
The girls took care of his every need for the rest of the day. They spoon-fed him a delicious tomato soup for lunch. They stripped him to his underwear and covered his body in oil and cream to massage his every pore for hours on end. He could not even move. Every stroke on his body brought forth ticklish ecstasy. All of his strength had been sapped, but he was happy.
More soup for dinner, followed by a movie. He did not remembered what it was. The three women sat on the couch and he laid over them. Sofia was caressing his head and neck, Terry his torso and Emma his feet. He never wanted to be without them.
After the film, Sofia guided them to Emma’s room and placed them on the bed. Mike was placed in the middle, with the big and beautiful Emma spooning him. The slender Terry’s head was by their feet.
She hugged both of her lovers’ ankles and put her face on their soles. Sofia had loosened Mike’s gag to allow Terry to slip her feet under his gag. The soles were facing outwards and the pointy toes touched his nostrils. He followed the sweet scent into restful sleep.
Now, a new day is about to begin…
*****
Mike snapped awake. He was primed for whatever will happen on this beautiful Sunday. He took notice of his position and smiled. Lovingly stuck between the women he loved. He inhaled deeply into the toes under his nose and gently stroke’s Emma’s large but feminine bare arm that was over him. He felt light movement behind him. Lips started to kiss his neck and shoulder. They did so in the most caring and loving manner imaginable. Goose bumps covered his body. Emma’s tenderness tickled his soul.
Terry opened her eyes to a thick, meaty sole rubbing her mouth. She sucked on it instinctively. Her milky toes wiggled in pleasure. Her toenails tickled Mike’s nose. He giggled from the touch. Emma started to suck on Mike’s ear as she used her soft and strong hands to take his and guided them to her fleshy sides. His fingers dug in like pincer claws. The olive skinned beauty laughed and moaned at the same time. The young man moaned also, when he felt Terry’s tongue on his toes. She had toes from both her companions’ feet in her small wicked mouth. Their bodies were joined in a sensual dance. It was the perfect start for this new day.
*****
Mike Tanner was wandering around the living room. The girls and he had just finished the delicious platter of BLT sandwiches that Sofia prepared for lunch. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a loose fitting “Star Wars” T-shirt. He rubbed a bare foot on the nice rug as he observed a tall glass display cabinet that sat right of the television. It was filled with pictures on each of the shelves. The upper shelf’s pictures mainly featured a very young Emma and others where her mother held her. One was particularly striking. It was a black and white close-up of what Mike guessed was a three or maybe four year old Emma and Sofia. The two of them cheek to cheek, their smiling faces and scintillating eyes filling the frame. The young man saw that her scar already marked the mother’s jawline. He wondered to himself how she got it, but did not want to bother her with such a delicate question. He also pondered on the absence of a father in the photos and in the back of his mind; he hoped that the father and the scar were not related.
The two middle shelves saw the appearance of Terry among the family photographs. These were about the Emma’s middle and high school years. It is also on these shelves that the ladies’ bare feet become featured players. There was one of Emma and Terry in the park. The girls on their bellies with their ankles in air, soles facing the lens. Another where Sofia and Emma sat feet up at a computer desk. Both of them held a phone to their ear and faked a conversation while checking their fingernails. The one that made him stop in his track was the most blatant of all. Three pairs of soles facing the camera in extreme close-up. The name of the owner written in black marker on the right foot.
- See something ya like?
Terry’s fingers pinched his sides. Her yellow hoodie flopping around from her brisk movement.
- Hahahaha!
- Ain’t those pictures cute? Huh!
- Yeahhahaha. Yes!
- I like that one. I think ya like it too.
She let go of him, and opened the case to pick the aforementioned foot picture.
- That was during sophomore year. I wrote the names on all of us. Ya wouldn’t believe how darn ticklish Sofia is. Feel hot just thinking about.
- You tickled Sofia.
- Once in a blue moon, and always with her explicit permission. I love her, but I don’t wanna be on her bad side ya know.
- Hum… do you know anything about Emma’s dad.
- Don’t even think about him. Nobody in this house gives a shit about that loser.
- My dad left before I was born.
Emma had just entered the living room. Her ensemble of a low cut pair of hot pink shorts and a delicate T-shirt with just the right hint of cleavage to make his mouth water stunned the boy. She closed the gap and put her hands around her lovers’ shoulders.
- Terry doesn’t mince her words, but she’s not really wrong. Talking about him would be wasting air.
There was an edge to her tone that unsettled Mike.
- Ok. I won’t press the subject.
- Thank you. The simple fact is that I don’t have a father and my mother more than made up for it.
She stroked the young man’s cheek.
- Do you like the pictures Mike?
- Yeah, I think it’s a pretty neat display.
- I think so too. I think you should be in it.
- What?
- Yes. All three of us should sit down on the couch and put our feet on the coffee table. It would be a nice memento of this weekend.
*****
Sofia was showing the teens the picture on the camera screen. Mike sat in the middle. Emma’s head lay on his right shoulder while Terry was chomping on his ear. The foreground of the photo was dominated by their feet, which were all on top of each other. Their faces beamed with joy and camaraderie.
- Look how cute you all are. When this is developed, it will go in the display.
- Really? Said Mike.
- Of course, you are part of this family now.
As Sofia said that, she caressed his neck with the palm of her hand. The sensation covered Mike’s entire body in goose flesh. He stiffened like a board.
- Are you ok?
At her mother’s comment, Emma worriedly looked at Mike.
- Hum… yes. It’s just…it feels really… really sensitive.
- Oh. Does it feel uncomfortable?
The young man closed his eyes for a moment.
- No. It’s…I like it. It’s just you’re not tickling me, yet it almost feels like it.
Terry took his hand and stroked it with her slender knuckles. He instantly removed it.
- Hey!
- Did it tickle? Said Emma.
- Yes. It did. I…
He put his hand back into Terry’s.
- Sorry… didn’t want to overreact. I guess I’m still a bit sensitive from yesterday right?
- Mike, would you mind sitting down?
- No Sofia.
He was a bit puzzled by her request. He sat down, putting his feet up on the table crossed at the ankles. He had done so instinctively.
An unconscious part of him wanted to offer his bare soles to the girls viewing and possibly touching pleasure as often as possible. Sofia sat next to him, her hands on her lap.
- Mike, I have to say to you. The sensitivity that you have since what happened yesterday. It is here to stay.
- What do you mean?
- I know that what I did to you feels like a distant memory, but it had a permanent effect on your body and psyche. This special technique allowed me to discover the special part of you that was always there. The buried part of your soul that craved release. The part that my girls freed from you when you met. The part of you that made you a tickle and foot fanatic. Deep within, your most profound desire was to be even more ticklish, even more sensitive, even more attracted to feet. All of this to be a better tickle toy to Emma and Terry. Your hidden wish has come true.
The young man was shocked.
- Terry. Emma. Tickle his feet.
Sofia put her long hand over his mouth as the girls kneeled and their fingers stroked the arch of his bare feet. His feet curled. His back arched. His body was hit by multiple spasms all over.
- MMmfmmfppphh!
He was looking at Sofia dead into her eyes. The tortuous ticklish sensation covered his flesh.
He was quivering.
But he wasn’t moving.
In fact, it was taking all of his strength and fortitude to keep his feet on the table under Terry and Emma’s ticklish torment. Their treatment gave him the most fabulous feelings of love and arousal. Sofia whispered into his ear.
- You are now at least ten times more ticklish than before. Remember what I said about your ticklish feet. Be proud of them and of your ticklish body. They are a gift. Use them well.
The gratitude the young man felt for Sofia was overwhelming.
*****
The girls tickled him for another ten minutes before Sofia reminded Emma that she had an appointment later in the afternoon.
- Oh, you’re right mom. I almost forgot. Sorry.
- It’s ok my dear. I understand why it would have slipped from your mind this weekend. However, you know how important it is you don’t miss this.
- Of course.
- What is it? Said Mike.
- My weekly special pedicure to keep my feet as sensitive as possible. I have an appointment every Sunday afternoon at Mindy’s beauty parlor at the mall.
- Right! How ‘bout we go with ya and watch a movie after?
- I like it. What about you Mike?
- Sure.
*****
Emma turned off the ignition of her mother’s Jeep Cherokee. The trio had just arrived in the mall lot.
- Looks nice. Said Michael.
The pretty driver put her bare feet back into her candy pink flip-flop as she opened the car door.
- It is. There was a big overhaul a couple of years back.
Terry was putting on her black flat on her right foot while lounging on the back seat.
- Ya know what. I think I want purple flats. Would ya guys like my toesies in purple flats?
- I’d like you in any flats.
- But especially without wouldn’t ya Mikey boy? But cute answer.
Terry put up her left foot on Mike’s seat next to his headrest. The vapors from it where intoxicating him.
- Give us a kiss?
The young man looked around nervously for any roaming onlookers, before giving her arch a passionate kiss.
- Mmmm. Nice boy.
She gave him a playful slap on the cheek with the ball of her foot.
- Let’s go guys. Emma said.
Terry slipped on her flat and led the way into the mall. Inside, Mike took note of the overwhelmingly white and beige colour palette. He found it pretty boring, but the halls were wide and the ceiling high. A comic book store fell on the young man’s radar, as well as the theatre multi-plex. However, he did not let those lure him away from the girls. It was not long before they entered Mindy’s beauty parlor. A blonde woman in her forties that Mike guessed must be the eponymous Mindy was at the front desk where the teens’ classmate Layla was paying her bill. Her thick black glasses were holding on the tip of her nose as she entered the preferred tip amount on the machine.
- Thank you so much Mindy, you’re a lifesaver!
- My pleasure. Hope to see you soon.
- You betcha!
The diminutive Asian teen turned away while taking off her ridiculously large eyeglasses and nearly walked right into Emma.
-Oh sorry! Oh! Emma. How you doing!?
She took hold of Emma’s thick arms and lifted herself on the tip of her toes so that she could give a small kiss on each of the curvy beauty’s cheeks. Her other foot slipped out of her black flip flop and was now in the air. Her leg bending at the knee.
-Gr-Great!
- Can’t thank you enough for telling me about Mindy’s. My feet are perfect ever since I come here! Hahahaha! Hiya Terry! Hiya Mike is that it?
-Yes.
- You coming to get a pedicure too?! Look how smooth my feet are after a visit.
Her leg quickly flexed the other way and her dainty caramel foot and pale sole now faced the dark haired boy. She scrunched her bubble-gum colored toes proudly.
- Just in time for my last minute pool party! Hahaha! Gotta go! Have a nice day!
Just like that, she was gone, short legs moving at lightning fast speed. Her thick hips were swaying all the way.
- She seems nice…
- She is, but that girly is always on the trot. However, she did have a great idea.
- What.
- You’re getting a pedi with Emma.
- I am.
- Hell yeah you are.
- It would be enjoyable to have you alongside me.
Mike could not resist Emma. He nodded.
- Good. I’ll leave ya to it. There’s a corndog with my name on it. Hi Mindy, take care of my pretties!
Just like that, the feisty one was gone. Mindy approached them. She was wearing black leggings, turtleneck and Greek style sandals over her smooth pale feet. Her nail polish was as equally black as her attire. Her long blonde hair were tied in a messy bun by a black tie.
- Hello Emma. Pleasure to see you as always. And who is your strapping young friend?
- This is Mike Tanner. He’s only been in town a few weeks. It is his first time in the mall.
- Really? How charming. How have you been doing so far young man?
- It’s been huh… pre-pretty amazing actually. Emma and Terry have… they have been taking really good care of me.
- I’m sure they have. Be careful though, that Terry can be a real firecracker.
She winked mischievously at him. He reflexively blushed.
- Don’t be embarrassed young man. I babysat Theresa for a couple of years. I know how much of a handful she can be. Now, Emma dear, are you ready?
- Yes, but I was wondering if you could give the same treatment to Mike?
- The same? Really?
- Trust me. He needs the same as me.
- If you say so. Follow me you too.
The trio walked pass a dozen comfortable looking leather chairs, bypassing one of Mindy’s employee. The lighting in the room was very warm and soothing. They reached a door situated in the corner of the parlor, out of view of the mall’s main hallway.
The door was heavily padded. The moment the beautician opened the door, the familiar sound of muffled laughter filled Mike’s ears. Mindy let the teens enter first then closed the door behind her. He was gobsmacked. A mature woman wearing a tailored business suit with a very professional pencil skirt was bound into the pedicure chair. Multiple leather straps covered key points of her body, including her lower face. The strap served both as a gag but also held the woman’s head steady. Her legs were straightened in front of her a couple of feet from the ground. Mike could not see her soles, as they seemed to be stuck in some sort of device. Only her pale and elegant cherry-red toes were peaking out. Black stilettos were neatly placed next to the chair. Emma walked to the woman and gave a comforting squeeze to her shoulder.
- Hello Mrs. Kazan, I know you can’t reply back, but I would like you to meet my new friend. His name is Mike.
The professional lady stared at him with her tear-stricken blue eyes. Her long silver mane was draped over her shoulders and the back of the seat. The young man smiled and nodded, assuming she understood his friend through the constant tickling distracting her.
- Hi… nice meeting you.
He gave a friendly wave.
-HmmmfFFFFFmmmMMM!!
A particularly hard wave of laughter hit Mrs. Kazan. She closed her eyes as her whole body shook like a leaf. Emma went next to the young man, affectionately putting her arms around his torso. Her chin rested on his shoulders. She whispered in his ears.
- I’m so happy that we are going to share this special pedicure together.
Mike turned beet red as the soft tone and hot breath from the wide girl tingled his ear.
- Still want to do this young man? Mindy said as she appeared next to them.
- Yes. Very much so.
- Well…
She gently, but firmly took his hand and guided him to a nearby chair.
- Hop in.
He did so, and settled himself comfortably in the soft leather chair.
- Since this is your first time, it’ll explain the process to you. My husband and I are expert podiatrists. He specialises in mechanic and I in pedicures. Together we developed an amazing foot care machine. He has a very technical name for it, but I refer to it as the “Fabric Softener”. Really because that’s what it does. It cleans and scrubs away any in all imperfection in a person’s feet. Away with the dirt and dead skin. It also stimulates all the nerve endings while doing it that created an excruciatingly ticklish reaction in even the most calloused and unfeeling soles.
Every layer of cleaning makes the foot exponentially more ticklish to the following stage of the pedicure. The Fabric Softener is still a somewhat specialised item. Reserved for the most daring client. That’s why it’s only used in this back room and the clients are tightly restrained and gagged. We would get noise complaints up the whazoo if we didn’t. So, the complete process lasts one hour. Do you consent to this?
Mike felt his inside fill with butterflies. His spine was tingling from anticipation. There was only one thing he wanted more than to go through this procedure.
- Will Emma be sitting next to me? Will I be able to hold her hand?
Mindy’s expression turned to a motherly glow. Emma was aching with desire.
- Of course, I can set the arms of the chairs to be near enough for that. Is that all?
- Yes, let’s do this.
*****
Emma and Mike were hand in hand, her ample chest heaving under the leather strap. They were bound just like Mrs. Kazan. The restraints were very effective, as Mike tested them by wriggling about.
- It would be better for you to accept that you are stuck young man.
- I understand. It’s more of a reflex.
- Mindy, do you think it would be a good idea to start with Mike? I know how the machine works and feels. I think the anticipation is making him nervous.
Mike nodded approvingly to Emma’s comments.
- Sure, and I’ll explain the process as it goes along ok?
- Thank you.
Mindy smiled. She went next to his head.
- Good, but first I’ll have to silence you. Open your mouth please. The strap as a little sucker on it and I will need you to bite down on it.
Mike did so without reservation. Mindy took the leather strap attached to the headrest and applied it over his mouth. The sucker filled his mouth and once he bit down on it completely filled his jaw. Mindy locked the strap in with a tight buckle.
- Mmf.
- So blink once for “yes” and twice for “no”. Does the gag hurt you?
He blinked twice.
- Can you move your head?
He blinked twice.
- The Fabric Softener is a particularly complex system. Once started, it’s pretty much impossible to stop without having to do a full reboot of the system. This could take hours. This means that once the hour starts, you will have to endure ‘til the end of the session unless of some kind of natural disaster happens. Understood?
He blinked once. Emma pressed his hand as she saw a small bead of sweat formed on his forehead. Mindy brought back a small stool on which she sat on as well as a small bowl of steaming water. She was next his sneaker covered feet. She started to unlace them.
- Now Mike, once I’ve fully bared your feet, I’ll use a warm towel to clear away any lint or superfluous dirt.
The blonde took off his sneakers with a deft hand, putting them under the footrest. She carefully rolled his socks as she bared his feet and neatly put one in each of his shoes. She plunged her manicured hands into the bowl and removed the white towel. She twisted the warm water out and gently applied it to Mike’s left foot.
The young man let out a small moan from the warmth that struck his sensitive sole. He observed Mindy rubbing his foot with great expertise. His moan of surprise turned into moans of pleasure from the rubbing and massaging administered by the pedicurist.
- You always give amazing foot rubs Mindy. Said Emma.
- It’s because I love giving them so much.
- I’m feeling somewhat guilty. I never asked you why?
- Oh that’s not a problem Emma. It’s quite a story.
She continued to knead and rub the feet as she told her tale.
- Allow me a bit of pomposity and begin with a quote from Leonardo Da Vinci: “The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.” I have always been fascinated by feet. As a kid, I loved to sneak under the kitchen chair to steal my mother’s, my aunt’s, my twin brother’s, my neighbour’s, whoever’ shoes to see their bare feet. I would try to hide the shoes badly in a closet to keep them that way for the longest time. Some found it cute or funny, but others found it annoying or peculiar. My favourite feet belonged to Paula.
She was my babysitter for many years. She was a gorgeous college student, part of the cheerleading team. Her family were Italians and she had that splendid Mediterranean glow with long bouncy black hair. The first night she sat for me, she was doing her homework in the dining room, carelessly playing with her ballet flats. Even at that young age, those brief glimpse of her bare soles where maddening to me. I crawled under her seat, snatched her flats but like lightning she caught my hand with her feet. I was trapped. “What are you doing little lady” she said playfully. “Are you trying to steal my shoes?” I replied yes, very sheepishly. “A little birdie told me that you might try that. Why do you want to steal my shoes? You think they are pretty?” I said no. “Then why do you want them Mindy?” It was then that I said that I did not care for the shoes. I wanted to see her pretty feet. “Wow, thank you for the compliment sweetie. I don’t mind you taking my shoes, but if you want to look at them, I want you to do something for me”. I wondered what. She said, “My feet are very sore, I would be really thankful if you would rub them while I do my homework. Would you do this for me?” I jumped at the occasion. The experience was seared in my brain. From that moment on, Paula would spent every second barefoot while babysitting me.
I spent hours and hours over the years rubbing and tickling her incredible wrinkle covered feet. None ever compared to hers. Paula and I lost touch when I moved to Charlotte at 14. I was devastated, but my mother had a great job opportunity and Paula had already stopped babysitting me two years prior.
Even after she graduated from college and got engaged, she always reserved a couple hours out of her week to allow me access to her bare feet. Those times were over. A few months after our move, she left town with her now husband for the West Coast. She was gone.
In high school, now deprived of Paula, I obsessively studied biology and anatomy. I wanted to devote my life to foot care. To make them glow and bring laughter and joy. At first, my singlemindedness in my personal studies made me the butt of jokes and ridicule, but I had the last laugh. At the perfect moment, Greta, the queen bee of the cheerleading squad broke her nail varnish bottle after a practice. She was prepping her feet for a date with the usual hunk. None of her friends had the right shade, but I did in my locker. I offered my bottle, but only if I applied it on her toes. She was reluctant and derisive, but the end goal of her date made her accept. Let us say she did not regret it. I gave her some extra care, carefully massaging her feet and filling her nails. Soon, I was part of the squad’s inner circle. I pampered all of their gorgeous feet. They were now key subjects in my studies, every Saturday; I would spend the afternoon as their personal pedicurist to prepare them for their dates. There was happiness in my life, but something was gnawing at me. My parents saw me as the cheerleaders’ pet, not friends.
They thought that my foot love was destroying my life. My brother Greg, the only one of the house hold to indulge my passion after all this time, left unexpectedly. He left a note for me in his slipper. He admitted what I had suspected for years. That he was gay, that mum and dad’s suspicions and jabs at his manhood were intolerable and that he had gone to San Francisco. Two months later, I graduated. Greta and the squad filled my banged up van with all my stuff and I followed my brother to San Fran. A few days later, now reunited with Greg, I called Greta and I learned of how furious my parents were. Of how much shame their kids brought them, etc. The note I left on the dining room table were the last words I ever gave to my parents. I still see Greta and the former cheer squad once a year for a pedi party weekend. My, my, I have been going on a while. Mike’s cute feet are pretty much putty by now.
“Not just my feet” Mike thought. His whole body felt like putty under Mindy’s expert hands. Her lifelong passion clearly showed in her work. He let out a long gagged moan of approval and satisfaction.
- That was the easy part, right Emma?
- I cannot say, as much as I love your massages, I much prefer the hard part.
- That is true. Unlike poor Mrs. Kazan, whose passage through the Fabric Softener is the necessary sacrifice for perfect, smooth feet, you take pleasure in it. Like you are some kind of amazing tickle sponge.
- Thank you!
- And you Mike, what are you?
- Mmmfpf.
- I’m sorry, I did not understand.
- He’s a tickle sponge. Not any normal one either. He’s Terry and I’s tickle sponge. That makes him the loveliest tickle sponge in the world.
Mike pressed Emma’s hand.
- Is that true?
Michael blinked once.
- Splendid. So now, my sweet young man, right at the end of your footrest are what I called the “Tickle Maidens”. There are thick shoe-like contraptions filled with needle-like prongs. Each of these will stimulate, bristle and brush every single millimeter of the balls, arches, heels, instep, and tops of your feet. Even down to the thin skin right under your toes.
Mindy locked in the contraption over his soft and lightly wet feet. His toes were peaking out the top. The pedicurist was winding a small lock that was on the sole of the Tickle Maiden. As she did this, Mike felt the gentle pinprick of the prongs placing themselves on his tender foot skin. They covered his feet in a grid pattern. One prong per less than a quarter square inch at the minimum. They must have been hundreds of them. The middle age woman stood up next to him and she entered command on the screen that was fitted into the back of the seat.
Suddenly, he felt her warm breath on his ear, whispering into his soul.
- Each of the prongs will activate one at a time. First in an orderly manner, from the very bottom of your right heel to the very top of the base of your left toes. Then the process will start again, but randomly. Each prong will excruciatingly dig into your flesh and give the nerve endings of each area covered a jolt. Then, it will pull back. You’re like Emma aren’t you? Then you body might be overwhelmed with ecstasy. Especially after the preliminary round. Multiple rows of prongs will scrub and tickle your flesh simultaneously. You will be under the most devilish pampering imaginable. Electricity will surge through your body as if you were a power line. The rush of endorphins through your brain will turn your soul into jelly.
This is just the first 20 minutes of the process by the way. Before the prongs start to circle your soles. Poking, prodding, brushing, and shocking every single microscopic bits of your flesh. By that point, your skin will never have been cleaner or silkier. It will still not be over. More than half-an-hour to go young man. No matter, because you won’t be able to think, just feel. The Fabric Softener will make you a living monument to ticklishness. Just think of the results though. The most gorgeous boy soles in town.
Very few men in this town have the courage to pamper their feet in my parlour. None ever went through the Fabric Softener. Your soles will become a work of art. Everybody will notice them, especially people who like pretty young things like you. Girls like Layla will suddenly become very interested in you, I assure you. Although I assume that you are very happy with Emma and Terry, but it never hurts to have new friends.
She was gently stroking his earlobe with the tip of her black sharply manicured nails. He was shivering like a leaf. Tears of joy were welling in his eyes.
- Is everything all right? Emma said concerned.
- Yes. Everything is fine. I was just explaining to your friend the finer details of the experience. Just like the first time you went through it. Remember?
- Yes. I do remember the first time. I do.
Emma closed her eyes and remembered. Her body quivered as the memory resurfaced. She felt the soft tips of Mindy’s fingers stroking her cheeks. The young woman instinctively open her mouth to welcome the tight gag.
- Now, take a deep breath young lady. I’ll be at your soft feet in a minute.
Emma’s wide feet curled and wriggled. She grunted in approval into her gag.
- Mike. It is time now. Time for your body to experience the ticklish shock of its life. For ticklish fire to course through your veins as your feet become exponentially sensitive and polished. You body will reflexively try to breakout. To strain the restraints. To slither away from this fire. Even if you do love it, the sensation will be so overwhelming that your nerves’ will to escape will be only equal to your craving of the ticklish desire. Through this paradox your mind will be a ticklish puddle. Don’t worry. I will be closely monitoring the situation. For scientific purposes of course…
Her hand hovered over the activation button as she whispered into his ear.
- But also, because I fucking love it.
The button was pressed. The Fabric Softener took hold of Michael Tanner’s feet and therefore, his soul.
*****
Mike was floating in the sky passing through a thick wide cloud. The cold vapor heightening is ticklish body. Caressing is bare chest. Going over his dark blue pajama pants until the cold embrace tickled his soft bare feet. A small cloud had formed and tightened itself around his mouth, muffling his earnest laughter. Two shadows blocked the majestic sun. The wide and delicate figure of Emma descended upon him. She offered her tanned feet to him. His hands each took hold of a silky smooth sole. He admired her lavender pants and matching bra. A belt of matching colour was tied over her mouth.
Face first and falling at tremendous speed was the sharp silhouette of Terry. Her creamy legs battered by the high winds as her oversized Mr. Tickle shirt rustled wildly. Her sharp pink nails dug deep into his delicate soles. Overcome with laughter, the trio suddenly ascended uncontrollably into the blazing sun…
*****
A series of quick pecks were showering Michael’s forehead, cheeks and neck. Nails were grazing his forearms. There was a weight on his waist. He opened his eyes to the familiar chocolate tone of Terry’s. She passed a hand through his hair.
- Mikey boy, you made it!
He was still strapped into the chair. Terry was sitting on him, legs wrapped around his body. He felt the cool air on his bare feet.
The Tickle Maidens were gone. He had finished the process of the Fabric Softener. It was just as devilish as Mindy described and more. It was just as much of an out of body experience as what Sofia Delgado did to him the previous night. He must have passed out or simply lost knowledge of his mind and surroundings.
- MMMppgpMMMFHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFf!
His eyes turned to his right. Sweet Emma’s eyes were rolled into their sockets. She was trembling like a 9 on the Richter’s scale. Her bouts of laughter were long, hard, but filled with a heavenly delight. Tears were streaking on her glowing face.
- MMMMPPPHHNMMMMFFFF!! MNNDNPPPPHHHHHHH!!
- She still has 10 minutes to go. Look how glorious our pretty is! No tickling can break her. She just takes and takes and takes. And ya! I’m so proud of ya!
She gave him another deep kiss on the neck, digging her teeth with love.
- MMMfFF!
- The perfect little toy Mikey boy.
Mike’s fiery love lifted herself off the chair and went behind him. She sat in a plastic chair and put her creamy feet on his shoulders.
She caressed his cheek with the top and toes of one foot then took hold of his nose with the other. Mike breathe in the familiar and comforting aroma of Terry’s feet.
- Just breathe in my tender foot.
Mike did so without reservation. He needed it after his wonderfully tortuous ordeal.
Mindy appeared before him.
- It was quite the experience wasn’t it?
He blinked once.
- Do you want me to massage your feet while you cool down for a few minutes? I’ll let you out when Emma’s time will come.
He blinked once. What followed was pure bliss.
*****
- Thank you for everything Mindy, and I will see you next week. Said Emma.
She was eagerly shaking her beautician’s hand.
- It’s always a pleasure to put you in my contraption. Every test makes it better and better. And hopefully, I’ll see you soon too Mike?
Mike was smiling as his cheeks turned red.
- Hopefully every week from now on with Emma by my side.
- Wonderful!
Terry suddenly gnawed at his earlobe.
- A most perfect answer.
Emma gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
The End.
For Michael Tanner, most of the previous day went by in a daze. Sofia Delgado, the lady of the house and mother of his dear Emma used an out of this world foot worship technique on him. For three hours, he did nothing but scream into his unbelievably constricting gag and breathe the aroma of his friend Terry’s sweet soles. Once it was over, the shock made him pass out into an erotic dreamland. He tiredly woke up a couple of hours later in the middle of the afternoon. His body was completely limp. He could not budge any muscle and was discouraged by Sofia from trying. She explained to him that his reaction was normal, and that he would recover if they let them take charge of him. They untied him from the table but did not remove the tight blue cloth gagging him.
The girls took care of his every need for the rest of the day. They spoon-fed him a delicious tomato soup for lunch. They stripped him to his underwear and covered his body in oil and cream to massage his every pore for hours on end. He could not even move. Every stroke on his body brought forth ticklish ecstasy. All of his strength had been sapped, but he was happy.
More soup for dinner, followed by a movie. He did not remembered what it was. The three women sat on the couch and he laid over them. Sofia was caressing his head and neck, Terry his torso and Emma his feet. He never wanted to be without them.
After the film, Sofia guided them to Emma’s room and placed them on the bed. Mike was placed in the middle, with the big and beautiful Emma spooning him. The slender Terry’s head was by their feet.
She hugged both of her lovers’ ankles and put her face on their soles. Sofia had loosened Mike’s gag to allow Terry to slip her feet under his gag. The soles were facing outwards and the pointy toes touched his nostrils. He followed the sweet scent into restful sleep.
Now, a new day is about to begin…
*****
Mike snapped awake. He was primed for whatever will happen on this beautiful Sunday. He took notice of his position and smiled. Lovingly stuck between the women he loved. He inhaled deeply into the toes under his nose and gently stroke’s Emma’s large but feminine bare arm that was over him. He felt light movement behind him. Lips started to kiss his neck and shoulder. They did so in the most caring and loving manner imaginable. Goose bumps covered his body. Emma’s tenderness tickled his soul.
Terry opened her eyes to a thick, meaty sole rubbing her mouth. She sucked on it instinctively. Her milky toes wiggled in pleasure. Her toenails tickled Mike’s nose. He giggled from the touch. Emma started to suck on Mike’s ear as she used her soft and strong hands to take his and guided them to her fleshy sides. His fingers dug in like pincer claws. The olive skinned beauty laughed and moaned at the same time. The young man moaned also, when he felt Terry’s tongue on his toes. She had toes from both her companions’ feet in her small wicked mouth. Their bodies were joined in a sensual dance. It was the perfect start for this new day.
*****
Mike Tanner was wandering around the living room. The girls and he had just finished the delicious platter of BLT sandwiches that Sofia prepared for lunch. He was wearing a pair of black jeans with a loose fitting “Star Wars” T-shirt. He rubbed a bare foot on the nice rug as he observed a tall glass display cabinet that sat right of the television. It was filled with pictures on each of the shelves. The upper shelf’s pictures mainly featured a very young Emma and others where her mother held her. One was particularly striking. It was a black and white close-up of what Mike guessed was a three or maybe four year old Emma and Sofia. The two of them cheek to cheek, their smiling faces and scintillating eyes filling the frame. The young man saw that her scar already marked the mother’s jawline. He wondered to himself how she got it, but did not want to bother her with such a delicate question. He also pondered on the absence of a father in the photos and in the back of his mind; he hoped that the father and the scar were not related.
The two middle shelves saw the appearance of Terry among the family photographs. These were about the Emma’s middle and high school years. It is also on these shelves that the ladies’ bare feet become featured players. There was one of Emma and Terry in the park. The girls on their bellies with their ankles in air, soles facing the lens. Another where Sofia and Emma sat feet up at a computer desk. Both of them held a phone to their ear and faked a conversation while checking their fingernails. The one that made him stop in his track was the most blatant of all. Three pairs of soles facing the camera in extreme close-up. The name of the owner written in black marker on the right foot.
- See something ya like?
Terry’s fingers pinched his sides. Her yellow hoodie flopping around from her brisk movement.
- Hahahaha!
- Ain’t those pictures cute? Huh!
- Yeahhahaha. Yes!
- I like that one. I think ya like it too.
She let go of him, and opened the case to pick the aforementioned foot picture.
- That was during sophomore year. I wrote the names on all of us. Ya wouldn’t believe how darn ticklish Sofia is. Feel hot just thinking about.
- You tickled Sofia.
- Once in a blue moon, and always with her explicit permission. I love her, but I don’t wanna be on her bad side ya know.
- Hum… do you know anything about Emma’s dad.
- Don’t even think about him. Nobody in this house gives a shit about that loser.
- My dad left before I was born.
Emma had just entered the living room. Her ensemble of a low cut pair of hot pink shorts and a delicate T-shirt with just the right hint of cleavage to make his mouth water stunned the boy. She closed the gap and put her hands around her lovers’ shoulders.
- Terry doesn’t mince her words, but she’s not really wrong. Talking about him would be wasting air.
There was an edge to her tone that unsettled Mike.
- Ok. I won’t press the subject.
- Thank you. The simple fact is that I don’t have a father and my mother more than made up for it.
She stroked the young man’s cheek.
- Do you like the pictures Mike?
- Yeah, I think it’s a pretty neat display.
- I think so too. I think you should be in it.
- What?
- Yes. All three of us should sit down on the couch and put our feet on the coffee table. It would be a nice memento of this weekend.
*****
Sofia was showing the teens the picture on the camera screen. Mike sat in the middle. Emma’s head lay on his right shoulder while Terry was chomping on his ear. The foreground of the photo was dominated by their feet, which were all on top of each other. Their faces beamed with joy and camaraderie.
- Look how cute you all are. When this is developed, it will go in the display.
- Really? Said Mike.
- Of course, you are part of this family now.
As Sofia said that, she caressed his neck with the palm of her hand. The sensation covered Mike’s entire body in goose flesh. He stiffened like a board.
- Are you ok?
At her mother’s comment, Emma worriedly looked at Mike.
- Hum… yes. It’s just…it feels really… really sensitive.
- Oh. Does it feel uncomfortable?
The young man closed his eyes for a moment.
- No. It’s…I like it. It’s just you’re not tickling me, yet it almost feels like it.
Terry took his hand and stroked it with her slender knuckles. He instantly removed it.
- Hey!
- Did it tickle? Said Emma.
- Yes. It did. I…
He put his hand back into Terry’s.
- Sorry… didn’t want to overreact. I guess I’m still a bit sensitive from yesterday right?
- Mike, would you mind sitting down?
- No Sofia.
He was a bit puzzled by her request. He sat down, putting his feet up on the table crossed at the ankles. He had done so instinctively.
An unconscious part of him wanted to offer his bare soles to the girls viewing and possibly touching pleasure as often as possible. Sofia sat next to him, her hands on her lap.
- Mike, I have to say to you. The sensitivity that you have since what happened yesterday. It is here to stay.
- What do you mean?
- I know that what I did to you feels like a distant memory, but it had a permanent effect on your body and psyche. This special technique allowed me to discover the special part of you that was always there. The buried part of your soul that craved release. The part that my girls freed from you when you met. The part of you that made you a tickle and foot fanatic. Deep within, your most profound desire was to be even more ticklish, even more sensitive, even more attracted to feet. All of this to be a better tickle toy to Emma and Terry. Your hidden wish has come true.
The young man was shocked.
- Terry. Emma. Tickle his feet.
Sofia put her long hand over his mouth as the girls kneeled and their fingers stroked the arch of his bare feet. His feet curled. His back arched. His body was hit by multiple spasms all over.
- MMmfmmfppphh!
He was looking at Sofia dead into her eyes. The tortuous ticklish sensation covered his flesh.
He was quivering.
But he wasn’t moving.
In fact, it was taking all of his strength and fortitude to keep his feet on the table under Terry and Emma’s ticklish torment. Their treatment gave him the most fabulous feelings of love and arousal. Sofia whispered into his ear.
- You are now at least ten times more ticklish than before. Remember what I said about your ticklish feet. Be proud of them and of your ticklish body. They are a gift. Use them well.
The gratitude the young man felt for Sofia was overwhelming.
*****
The girls tickled him for another ten minutes before Sofia reminded Emma that she had an appointment later in the afternoon.
- Oh, you’re right mom. I almost forgot. Sorry.
- It’s ok my dear. I understand why it would have slipped from your mind this weekend. However, you know how important it is you don’t miss this.
- Of course.
- What is it? Said Mike.
- My weekly special pedicure to keep my feet as sensitive as possible. I have an appointment every Sunday afternoon at Mindy’s beauty parlor at the mall.
- Right! How ‘bout we go with ya and watch a movie after?
- I like it. What about you Mike?
- Sure.
*****
Emma turned off the ignition of her mother’s Jeep Cherokee. The trio had just arrived in the mall lot.
- Looks nice. Said Michael.
The pretty driver put her bare feet back into her candy pink flip-flop as she opened the car door.
- It is. There was a big overhaul a couple of years back.
Terry was putting on her black flat on her right foot while lounging on the back seat.
- Ya know what. I think I want purple flats. Would ya guys like my toesies in purple flats?
- I’d like you in any flats.
- But especially without wouldn’t ya Mikey boy? But cute answer.
Terry put up her left foot on Mike’s seat next to his headrest. The vapors from it where intoxicating him.
- Give us a kiss?
The young man looked around nervously for any roaming onlookers, before giving her arch a passionate kiss.
- Mmmm. Nice boy.
She gave him a playful slap on the cheek with the ball of her foot.
- Let’s go guys. Emma said.
Terry slipped on her flat and led the way into the mall. Inside, Mike took note of the overwhelmingly white and beige colour palette. He found it pretty boring, but the halls were wide and the ceiling high. A comic book store fell on the young man’s radar, as well as the theatre multi-plex. However, he did not let those lure him away from the girls. It was not long before they entered Mindy’s beauty parlor. A blonde woman in her forties that Mike guessed must be the eponymous Mindy was at the front desk where the teens’ classmate Layla was paying her bill. Her thick black glasses were holding on the tip of her nose as she entered the preferred tip amount on the machine.
- Thank you so much Mindy, you’re a lifesaver!
- My pleasure. Hope to see you soon.
- You betcha!
The diminutive Asian teen turned away while taking off her ridiculously large eyeglasses and nearly walked right into Emma.
-Oh sorry! Oh! Emma. How you doing!?
She took hold of Emma’s thick arms and lifted herself on the tip of her toes so that she could give a small kiss on each of the curvy beauty’s cheeks. Her other foot slipped out of her black flip flop and was now in the air. Her leg bending at the knee.
-Gr-Great!
- Can’t thank you enough for telling me about Mindy’s. My feet are perfect ever since I come here! Hahahaha! Hiya Terry! Hiya Mike is that it?
-Yes.
- You coming to get a pedicure too?! Look how smooth my feet are after a visit.
Her leg quickly flexed the other way and her dainty caramel foot and pale sole now faced the dark haired boy. She scrunched her bubble-gum colored toes proudly.
- Just in time for my last minute pool party! Hahaha! Gotta go! Have a nice day!
Just like that, she was gone, short legs moving at lightning fast speed. Her thick hips were swaying all the way.
- She seems nice…
- She is, but that girly is always on the trot. However, she did have a great idea.
- What.
- You’re getting a pedi with Emma.
- I am.
- Hell yeah you are.
- It would be enjoyable to have you alongside me.
Mike could not resist Emma. He nodded.
- Good. I’ll leave ya to it. There’s a corndog with my name on it. Hi Mindy, take care of my pretties!
Just like that, the feisty one was gone. Mindy approached them. She was wearing black leggings, turtleneck and Greek style sandals over her smooth pale feet. Her nail polish was as equally black as her attire. Her long blonde hair were tied in a messy bun by a black tie.
- Hello Emma. Pleasure to see you as always. And who is your strapping young friend?
- This is Mike Tanner. He’s only been in town a few weeks. It is his first time in the mall.
- Really? How charming. How have you been doing so far young man?
- It’s been huh… pre-pretty amazing actually. Emma and Terry have… they have been taking really good care of me.
- I’m sure they have. Be careful though, that Terry can be a real firecracker.
She winked mischievously at him. He reflexively blushed.
- Don’t be embarrassed young man. I babysat Theresa for a couple of years. I know how much of a handful she can be. Now, Emma dear, are you ready?
- Yes, but I was wondering if you could give the same treatment to Mike?
- The same? Really?
- Trust me. He needs the same as me.
- If you say so. Follow me you too.
The trio walked pass a dozen comfortable looking leather chairs, bypassing one of Mindy’s employee. The lighting in the room was very warm and soothing. They reached a door situated in the corner of the parlor, out of view of the mall’s main hallway.
The door was heavily padded. The moment the beautician opened the door, the familiar sound of muffled laughter filled Mike’s ears. Mindy let the teens enter first then closed the door behind her. He was gobsmacked. A mature woman wearing a tailored business suit with a very professional pencil skirt was bound into the pedicure chair. Multiple leather straps covered key points of her body, including her lower face. The strap served both as a gag but also held the woman’s head steady. Her legs were straightened in front of her a couple of feet from the ground. Mike could not see her soles, as they seemed to be stuck in some sort of device. Only her pale and elegant cherry-red toes were peaking out. Black stilettos were neatly placed next to the chair. Emma walked to the woman and gave a comforting squeeze to her shoulder.
- Hello Mrs. Kazan, I know you can’t reply back, but I would like you to meet my new friend. His name is Mike.
The professional lady stared at him with her tear-stricken blue eyes. Her long silver mane was draped over her shoulders and the back of the seat. The young man smiled and nodded, assuming she understood his friend through the constant tickling distracting her.
- Hi… nice meeting you.
He gave a friendly wave.
-HmmmfFFFFFmmmMMM!!
A particularly hard wave of laughter hit Mrs. Kazan. She closed her eyes as her whole body shook like a leaf. Emma went next to the young man, affectionately putting her arms around his torso. Her chin rested on his shoulders. She whispered in his ears.
- I’m so happy that we are going to share this special pedicure together.
Mike turned beet red as the soft tone and hot breath from the wide girl tingled his ear.
- Still want to do this young man? Mindy said as she appeared next to them.
- Yes. Very much so.
- Well…
She gently, but firmly took his hand and guided him to a nearby chair.
- Hop in.
He did so, and settled himself comfortably in the soft leather chair.
- Since this is your first time, it’ll explain the process to you. My husband and I are expert podiatrists. He specialises in mechanic and I in pedicures. Together we developed an amazing foot care machine. He has a very technical name for it, but I refer to it as the “Fabric Softener”. Really because that’s what it does. It cleans and scrubs away any in all imperfection in a person’s feet. Away with the dirt and dead skin. It also stimulates all the nerve endings while doing it that created an excruciatingly ticklish reaction in even the most calloused and unfeeling soles.
Every layer of cleaning makes the foot exponentially more ticklish to the following stage of the pedicure. The Fabric Softener is still a somewhat specialised item. Reserved for the most daring client. That’s why it’s only used in this back room and the clients are tightly restrained and gagged. We would get noise complaints up the whazoo if we didn’t. So, the complete process lasts one hour. Do you consent to this?
Mike felt his inside fill with butterflies. His spine was tingling from anticipation. There was only one thing he wanted more than to go through this procedure.
- Will Emma be sitting next to me? Will I be able to hold her hand?
Mindy’s expression turned to a motherly glow. Emma was aching with desire.
- Of course, I can set the arms of the chairs to be near enough for that. Is that all?
- Yes, let’s do this.
*****
Emma and Mike were hand in hand, her ample chest heaving under the leather strap. They were bound just like Mrs. Kazan. The restraints were very effective, as Mike tested them by wriggling about.
- It would be better for you to accept that you are stuck young man.
- I understand. It’s more of a reflex.
- Mindy, do you think it would be a good idea to start with Mike? I know how the machine works and feels. I think the anticipation is making him nervous.
Mike nodded approvingly to Emma’s comments.
- Sure, and I’ll explain the process as it goes along ok?
- Thank you.
Mindy smiled. She went next to his head.
- Good, but first I’ll have to silence you. Open your mouth please. The strap as a little sucker on it and I will need you to bite down on it.
Mike did so without reservation. Mindy took the leather strap attached to the headrest and applied it over his mouth. The sucker filled his mouth and once he bit down on it completely filled his jaw. Mindy locked the strap in with a tight buckle.
- Mmf.
- So blink once for “yes” and twice for “no”. Does the gag hurt you?
He blinked twice.
- Can you move your head?
He blinked twice.
- The Fabric Softener is a particularly complex system. Once started, it’s pretty much impossible to stop without having to do a full reboot of the system. This could take hours. This means that once the hour starts, you will have to endure ‘til the end of the session unless of some kind of natural disaster happens. Understood?
He blinked once. Emma pressed his hand as she saw a small bead of sweat formed on his forehead. Mindy brought back a small stool on which she sat on as well as a small bowl of steaming water. She was next his sneaker covered feet. She started to unlace them.
- Now Mike, once I’ve fully bared your feet, I’ll use a warm towel to clear away any lint or superfluous dirt.
The blonde took off his sneakers with a deft hand, putting them under the footrest. She carefully rolled his socks as she bared his feet and neatly put one in each of his shoes. She plunged her manicured hands into the bowl and removed the white towel. She twisted the warm water out and gently applied it to Mike’s left foot.
The young man let out a small moan from the warmth that struck his sensitive sole. He observed Mindy rubbing his foot with great expertise. His moan of surprise turned into moans of pleasure from the rubbing and massaging administered by the pedicurist.
- You always give amazing foot rubs Mindy. Said Emma.
- It’s because I love giving them so much.
- I’m feeling somewhat guilty. I never asked you why?
- Oh that’s not a problem Emma. It’s quite a story.
She continued to knead and rub the feet as she told her tale.
- Allow me a bit of pomposity and begin with a quote from Leonardo Da Vinci: “The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.” I have always been fascinated by feet. As a kid, I loved to sneak under the kitchen chair to steal my mother’s, my aunt’s, my twin brother’s, my neighbour’s, whoever’ shoes to see their bare feet. I would try to hide the shoes badly in a closet to keep them that way for the longest time. Some found it cute or funny, but others found it annoying or peculiar. My favourite feet belonged to Paula.
She was my babysitter for many years. She was a gorgeous college student, part of the cheerleading team. Her family were Italians and she had that splendid Mediterranean glow with long bouncy black hair. The first night she sat for me, she was doing her homework in the dining room, carelessly playing with her ballet flats. Even at that young age, those brief glimpse of her bare soles where maddening to me. I crawled under her seat, snatched her flats but like lightning she caught my hand with her feet. I was trapped. “What are you doing little lady” she said playfully. “Are you trying to steal my shoes?” I replied yes, very sheepishly. “A little birdie told me that you might try that. Why do you want to steal my shoes? You think they are pretty?” I said no. “Then why do you want them Mindy?” It was then that I said that I did not care for the shoes. I wanted to see her pretty feet. “Wow, thank you for the compliment sweetie. I don’t mind you taking my shoes, but if you want to look at them, I want you to do something for me”. I wondered what. She said, “My feet are very sore, I would be really thankful if you would rub them while I do my homework. Would you do this for me?” I jumped at the occasion. The experience was seared in my brain. From that moment on, Paula would spent every second barefoot while babysitting me.
I spent hours and hours over the years rubbing and tickling her incredible wrinkle covered feet. None ever compared to hers. Paula and I lost touch when I moved to Charlotte at 14. I was devastated, but my mother had a great job opportunity and Paula had already stopped babysitting me two years prior.
Even after she graduated from college and got engaged, she always reserved a couple hours out of her week to allow me access to her bare feet. Those times were over. A few months after our move, she left town with her now husband for the West Coast. She was gone.
In high school, now deprived of Paula, I obsessively studied biology and anatomy. I wanted to devote my life to foot care. To make them glow and bring laughter and joy. At first, my singlemindedness in my personal studies made me the butt of jokes and ridicule, but I had the last laugh. At the perfect moment, Greta, the queen bee of the cheerleading squad broke her nail varnish bottle after a practice. She was prepping her feet for a date with the usual hunk. None of her friends had the right shade, but I did in my locker. I offered my bottle, but only if I applied it on her toes. She was reluctant and derisive, but the end goal of her date made her accept. Let us say she did not regret it. I gave her some extra care, carefully massaging her feet and filling her nails. Soon, I was part of the squad’s inner circle. I pampered all of their gorgeous feet. They were now key subjects in my studies, every Saturday; I would spend the afternoon as their personal pedicurist to prepare them for their dates. There was happiness in my life, but something was gnawing at me. My parents saw me as the cheerleaders’ pet, not friends.
They thought that my foot love was destroying my life. My brother Greg, the only one of the house hold to indulge my passion after all this time, left unexpectedly. He left a note for me in his slipper. He admitted what I had suspected for years. That he was gay, that mum and dad’s suspicions and jabs at his manhood were intolerable and that he had gone to San Francisco. Two months later, I graduated. Greta and the squad filled my banged up van with all my stuff and I followed my brother to San Fran. A few days later, now reunited with Greg, I called Greta and I learned of how furious my parents were. Of how much shame their kids brought them, etc. The note I left on the dining room table were the last words I ever gave to my parents. I still see Greta and the former cheer squad once a year for a pedi party weekend. My, my, I have been going on a while. Mike’s cute feet are pretty much putty by now.
“Not just my feet” Mike thought. His whole body felt like putty under Mindy’s expert hands. Her lifelong passion clearly showed in her work. He let out a long gagged moan of approval and satisfaction.
- That was the easy part, right Emma?
- I cannot say, as much as I love your massages, I much prefer the hard part.
- That is true. Unlike poor Mrs. Kazan, whose passage through the Fabric Softener is the necessary sacrifice for perfect, smooth feet, you take pleasure in it. Like you are some kind of amazing tickle sponge.
- Thank you!
- And you Mike, what are you?
- Mmmfpf.
- I’m sorry, I did not understand.
- He’s a tickle sponge. Not any normal one either. He’s Terry and I’s tickle sponge. That makes him the loveliest tickle sponge in the world.
Mike pressed Emma’s hand.
- Is that true?
Michael blinked once.
- Splendid. So now, my sweet young man, right at the end of your footrest are what I called the “Tickle Maidens”. There are thick shoe-like contraptions filled with needle-like prongs. Each of these will stimulate, bristle and brush every single millimeter of the balls, arches, heels, instep, and tops of your feet. Even down to the thin skin right under your toes.
Mindy locked in the contraption over his soft and lightly wet feet. His toes were peaking out the top. The pedicurist was winding a small lock that was on the sole of the Tickle Maiden. As she did this, Mike felt the gentle pinprick of the prongs placing themselves on his tender foot skin. They covered his feet in a grid pattern. One prong per less than a quarter square inch at the minimum. They must have been hundreds of them. The middle age woman stood up next to him and she entered command on the screen that was fitted into the back of the seat.
Suddenly, he felt her warm breath on his ear, whispering into his soul.
- Each of the prongs will activate one at a time. First in an orderly manner, from the very bottom of your right heel to the very top of the base of your left toes. Then the process will start again, but randomly. Each prong will excruciatingly dig into your flesh and give the nerve endings of each area covered a jolt. Then, it will pull back. You’re like Emma aren’t you? Then you body might be overwhelmed with ecstasy. Especially after the preliminary round. Multiple rows of prongs will scrub and tickle your flesh simultaneously. You will be under the most devilish pampering imaginable. Electricity will surge through your body as if you were a power line. The rush of endorphins through your brain will turn your soul into jelly.
This is just the first 20 minutes of the process by the way. Before the prongs start to circle your soles. Poking, prodding, brushing, and shocking every single microscopic bits of your flesh. By that point, your skin will never have been cleaner or silkier. It will still not be over. More than half-an-hour to go young man. No matter, because you won’t be able to think, just feel. The Fabric Softener will make you a living monument to ticklishness. Just think of the results though. The most gorgeous boy soles in town.
Very few men in this town have the courage to pamper their feet in my parlour. None ever went through the Fabric Softener. Your soles will become a work of art. Everybody will notice them, especially people who like pretty young things like you. Girls like Layla will suddenly become very interested in you, I assure you. Although I assume that you are very happy with Emma and Terry, but it never hurts to have new friends.
She was gently stroking his earlobe with the tip of her black sharply manicured nails. He was shivering like a leaf. Tears of joy were welling in his eyes.
- Is everything all right? Emma said concerned.
- Yes. Everything is fine. I was just explaining to your friend the finer details of the experience. Just like the first time you went through it. Remember?
- Yes. I do remember the first time. I do.
Emma closed her eyes and remembered. Her body quivered as the memory resurfaced. She felt the soft tips of Mindy’s fingers stroking her cheeks. The young woman instinctively open her mouth to welcome the tight gag.
- Now, take a deep breath young lady. I’ll be at your soft feet in a minute.
Emma’s wide feet curled and wriggled. She grunted in approval into her gag.
- Mike. It is time now. Time for your body to experience the ticklish shock of its life. For ticklish fire to course through your veins as your feet become exponentially sensitive and polished. You body will reflexively try to breakout. To strain the restraints. To slither away from this fire. Even if you do love it, the sensation will be so overwhelming that your nerves’ will to escape will be only equal to your craving of the ticklish desire. Through this paradox your mind will be a ticklish puddle. Don’t worry. I will be closely monitoring the situation. For scientific purposes of course…
Her hand hovered over the activation button as she whispered into his ear.
- But also, because I fucking love it.
The button was pressed. The Fabric Softener took hold of Michael Tanner’s feet and therefore, his soul.
*****
Mike was floating in the sky passing through a thick wide cloud. The cold vapor heightening is ticklish body. Caressing is bare chest. Going over his dark blue pajama pants until the cold embrace tickled his soft bare feet. A small cloud had formed and tightened itself around his mouth, muffling his earnest laughter. Two shadows blocked the majestic sun. The wide and delicate figure of Emma descended upon him. She offered her tanned feet to him. His hands each took hold of a silky smooth sole. He admired her lavender pants and matching bra. A belt of matching colour was tied over her mouth.
Face first and falling at tremendous speed was the sharp silhouette of Terry. Her creamy legs battered by the high winds as her oversized Mr. Tickle shirt rustled wildly. Her sharp pink nails dug deep into his delicate soles. Overcome with laughter, the trio suddenly ascended uncontrollably into the blazing sun…
*****
A series of quick pecks were showering Michael’s forehead, cheeks and neck. Nails were grazing his forearms. There was a weight on his waist. He opened his eyes to the familiar chocolate tone of Terry’s. She passed a hand through his hair.
- Mikey boy, you made it!
He was still strapped into the chair. Terry was sitting on him, legs wrapped around his body. He felt the cool air on his bare feet.
The Tickle Maidens were gone. He had finished the process of the Fabric Softener. It was just as devilish as Mindy described and more. It was just as much of an out of body experience as what Sofia Delgado did to him the previous night. He must have passed out or simply lost knowledge of his mind and surroundings.
- MMMppgpMMMFHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFf!
His eyes turned to his right. Sweet Emma’s eyes were rolled into their sockets. She was trembling like a 9 on the Richter’s scale. Her bouts of laughter were long, hard, but filled with a heavenly delight. Tears were streaking on her glowing face.
- MMMMPPPHHNMMMMFFFF!! MNNDNPPPPHHHHHHH!!
- She still has 10 minutes to go. Look how glorious our pretty is! No tickling can break her. She just takes and takes and takes. And ya! I’m so proud of ya!
She gave him another deep kiss on the neck, digging her teeth with love.
- MMMfFF!
- The perfect little toy Mikey boy.
Mike’s fiery love lifted herself off the chair and went behind him. She sat in a plastic chair and put her creamy feet on his shoulders.
She caressed his cheek with the top and toes of one foot then took hold of his nose with the other. Mike breathe in the familiar and comforting aroma of Terry’s feet.
- Just breathe in my tender foot.
Mike did so without reservation. He needed it after his wonderfully tortuous ordeal.
Mindy appeared before him.
- It was quite the experience wasn’t it?
He blinked once.
- Do you want me to massage your feet while you cool down for a few minutes? I’ll let you out when Emma’s time will come.
He blinked once. What followed was pure bliss.
*****
- Thank you for everything Mindy, and I will see you next week. Said Emma.
She was eagerly shaking her beautician’s hand.
- It’s always a pleasure to put you in my contraption. Every test makes it better and better. And hopefully, I’ll see you soon too Mike?
Mike was smiling as his cheeks turned red.
- Hopefully every week from now on with Emma by my side.
- Wonderful!
Terry suddenly gnawed at his earlobe.
- A most perfect answer.
Emma gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
The End.
