mistertickle123
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Enjoy this story that happens to be based on an actual event.
My friend Louis’s wife Kate has a birthday that is close to Halloween and every year he throws a lavish party for her and asks that all the guests wear costumes to the event.
Their home is large and set on a sprawling lot in Tiburon, CA. with spectacular views and plenty of private areas that quite a few people take advantage of. It’s definitely one of the parties I look forward to.
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays when even the most buttoned down folks usually tend to let their hair down and project a very hidden and unassuming side of their personalities. This year’s party definitely had its share of people looking incredible and some of them definitely appeared to be playing out their fantasies.
One woman, who I hadn’t yet met, was in a very short nurse’s outfit with a gorgeous figure and incredibly shapely legs, a plunging neck line, sheer white thigh high stockings and towering stilettos, a shiny stethoscope hung over her ample cleavage. Another, that I’d chatted with at Louis and Kates on occasion, as well as at previous past parties, was a lively woman named Annie who was in a Hooter’s waitress outfit. To my delight she wore heels instead of sneakers and cute white ankle socks over her shiny tan pantyhose. Carla, a close friend of Louis and Kate’s, was in a skin tight black leather body suit, cowl and black heels that rivaled Julie Newmar’s cat woman get up.
I had eaten a couple of THC edible fruit chews and they were just beginning to take effect. Combined with the top shelf tequila I was sipping it began to get me a bit uninhibited and also made the overall scene seem quite surreal.
Dressed in a black priest robe with black shirt, white collar, festive colored vestments and a small wooden cross I wandered trance-like around the gala event as I slowly got more into my character.
One of Kate’s friends, named Chloe, was not wearing a costume. I made my way over to her, to say hello and after a bit of small talk I asked why she wasn’t dressed up. She professed that she thought it was silly dressing in costume.
“Well I do like your heels, they show off those pretty feet and toes of yours.”
“I’m guessing that they might be one of the reasons that Kate allowed you in without a costume” I blurted out awkwardly.
Chloe blushed and thanked me for the compliment. I quickly changed the subject not wanting to seem creepy.
We chatted about the psychology of people dressing in costumes, literally becoming another person for the evening, and I let her know my theory about conservative people showing a side of them that they normally don’t project to others which for some reason they feel they can do at this time of the year. We smoked a joint as we talked and surveyed the crowd on the back deck of the house.
She then questioned what all of this talk said about me since I was strutting around the party in a priest’s costume. Giggling uncontrollably (must be the weed) and pointing to my outfit she asked “what’s your story mister?”
“What a lovely laugh you have Chloe.”
“If you don’t mind, can I hold off answering that question while I refresh my drink?”
“Certainly.”
“Can I get you something?”
“A gin and tonic thanks.”
Chloe was a bright, wholesome middle aged woman, a housewife with a couple of kids and a rich, successful husband who always seemed to be traveling. She gave up her practice as a therapist soon after she got pregnant with her first child less than a year after she wed. After raising him and a second child who was now in college, it seemed as though she was itching for a change.
I have always been a sucker for women with pretty feet and Chloe’s perfectly pedicured feet always attracted me but tonight under the influence of the edibles and the tequila and seeing her in those silver high heeled sandals, that showed off her beautiful feet and bright red painted toenails, I was having a hard time concealing the lust I had for them. I wondered if she was ticklish, if she liked having her feet rubbed, her toes sucked. My mind began to wander to places I thought my body should keep in check.
Louis’s hired bartender handed me her drink. I took a big sip of mine and walked back over to Chloe, trying to get the thought of having my way with her gorgeous feet out of my head and I fixed my gaze on her face instead.
“Thank you for the drink father” she emphasized the ‘father’ and chuckled as she reached for the glass.
Smiling at her “The pleasure is mine my child.”
“Now you had asked me a question before I excused myself to get our drinks.”
“Indeed I did, I’m sure your explanation will be quite interesting.”
“Well I did have a reason for selecting this outfit Chloe.”
“It’s one I have worn before.”
I explained to her that once the party that I happened to be attending was in full swing, as a priest, I would ask various women if they wanted to me to confess their sins and grant them absolution.
It was amazing how many people played along with this charade. It was even more interesting that many of the women would sit on my lap and whisper their indiscretions in my ear, embarrassed to let other party goers hear them but not having a problem opening up to their ‘clergyman’.
Of course once they finished spilling their often sordid sins to me, they would have to, how shall I put it, endure a special penance, designed to be endured for a length of time that depended on their naughtiness.
“I’m confused, maybe it’s the smoke, maybe this strong drink you had made for me, which by the way already needs refreshing.”
“But please do elaborate father.” she uttered with a very curious look.
“Shall I first get you another gin and tonic Chloe?”
“Well I’m dying to hear more but I’m a bit dry throated and I’d love another drink, with a bit more tonic in it this time around please” she said to me in a giggly voice as she relit the joint.
As I strolled over to the bar I thought about her laugh, her pretty feet. I looked around as the bartender prepared her drink, checking out the guests. The back porch was getting louder and I realized that many of the party goers were as high as me if not higher. The naughty nurse was staggering around on her stilettos listening to mens’ heartbeats with her stethoscope, Annie, recently divorced and cavorting around in that tight uniform, looked much more alluring than Hooters wings ever did. Carla was nowhere to be found, no doubt pairing up with a lucky person and hiding somewhere on the grounds.
It might be time for me to explain to Chloe the doors that this costume could help to open and reveal my fetishes to her but I was still a bit reluctant and was afraid she’d find me weird. Taking a sip of liquid courage and heading her way with her drink I decided to throw caution to the wind and even though I was dressed as a priest, I decided that it was time to confess my secrets to Chloe.
“I must say you’ve certainly aroused my interest” she stated as she reached for her glass.
“So what’s this mystery penance that you pass along to your forgiveness seeking parish women?”
I caught myself staring at her toes, with those bright red toenails that were framed by a shiny silver strap and after another sip of tequila professed my lifelong interest in female feet.
“Is that all?” she chuckled.
“I had a couple of clients with foot fetishes when I was practicing.”
“It’s more common than you think and actually can be quite flattering to a woman providing the fetishist isn’t a total psychotic about it.”
“I have seen you looking at mine on more than one occasion you know.”
Oh really? I have tried to be a bit discreet so I do apologize if my staring caused you to feel uncomfortable.”
“There’s no need to apologize.”
“And quite the contrary. I find it strangely erotic.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. Were you aware that a person’s feet were one of their key erogenous zones?”
“Of course, you already knew that, for sure. Sorry now I’m beginning to talk like a therapist.”
“If that’s the penance you give to women it’s no wonder you’re such a popular priest. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like a good foot massage.
I’d confess all my sins to you if my feet weren’t so, so sensitive.”
I heard that magic word and tried to maintain my composure while I revealed the other kink I had, now hoping it wouldn’t turn her away from me.
“Well that’s not only it Chloe, my foot play, in this case the penance I dish out, involves a little, well a lot of, tickling and it’s not just restricted to a woman’s feet. I love full body tickling and have loved it since I was a small boy.”
“Oh my!”
“I’m not sure if I could handle that.”
“Well one never knows, does one?”
“You know, I’d really enjoy having you on the couch to explore this further.” she stated, her face turning an embarrassing shade of crimson as she laughed.”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you Chloe.”
There was a momentary awkward silence and they turned away from each other, looking at the party goers who by now paid no attention to them. They both realized that this flirtation was leading them to other things.
“Would you like me to hear your confession my child?”
“Is there a confessional booth close by” she half teased.“
I don’t want the other guests to see us.”
“We can certainly find a more private place Chloe.”
“Will I have to sit on your lap father?”
“I will let you decide that” leaning down I whispered in her ear and placed one hand on her waist.
Her shoulders scrunched and I felt her body shiver at my touch.
“My goodness, not only your feet are sensitive.”
“I barely touched you.”
“It’s been a terrible weakness, more like a curse” she exclaimed as I squeezed her side, delighted at her knee jerk reaction.
“I think the weed has made me even more…”
“Ticklish?” I finished her sentence.
“This sativa strain has a tendency to do just that.”
“I do hope you have lot of sins for me to absolve Chloe” I teased, as I turned to walk into the house.
“Follow me.”
Making sure we were unseen, we snuck into one of the spare bedrooms at the far end of the house. I locked the door and turned to see her sit on the bed, then lay back and raise her feet. As I knelt in front of her and began to remove her sandals I heard her say in the sexiest, sultriest voice “bless me father for I have sinned.”
She had plenty to confess that night.
My friend Louis’s wife Kate has a birthday that is close to Halloween and every year he throws a lavish party for her and asks that all the guests wear costumes to the event.
Their home is large and set on a sprawling lot in Tiburon, CA. with spectacular views and plenty of private areas that quite a few people take advantage of. It’s definitely one of the parties I look forward to.
Halloween has always been one of my favorite holidays when even the most buttoned down folks usually tend to let their hair down and project a very hidden and unassuming side of their personalities. This year’s party definitely had its share of people looking incredible and some of them definitely appeared to be playing out their fantasies.
One woman, who I hadn’t yet met, was in a very short nurse’s outfit with a gorgeous figure and incredibly shapely legs, a plunging neck line, sheer white thigh high stockings and towering stilettos, a shiny stethoscope hung over her ample cleavage. Another, that I’d chatted with at Louis and Kates on occasion, as well as at previous past parties, was a lively woman named Annie who was in a Hooter’s waitress outfit. To my delight she wore heels instead of sneakers and cute white ankle socks over her shiny tan pantyhose. Carla, a close friend of Louis and Kate’s, was in a skin tight black leather body suit, cowl and black heels that rivaled Julie Newmar’s cat woman get up.
I had eaten a couple of THC edible fruit chews and they were just beginning to take effect. Combined with the top shelf tequila I was sipping it began to get me a bit uninhibited and also made the overall scene seem quite surreal.
Dressed in a black priest robe with black shirt, white collar, festive colored vestments and a small wooden cross I wandered trance-like around the gala event as I slowly got more into my character.
One of Kate’s friends, named Chloe, was not wearing a costume. I made my way over to her, to say hello and after a bit of small talk I asked why she wasn’t dressed up. She professed that she thought it was silly dressing in costume.
“Well I do like your heels, they show off those pretty feet and toes of yours.”
“I’m guessing that they might be one of the reasons that Kate allowed you in without a costume” I blurted out awkwardly.
Chloe blushed and thanked me for the compliment. I quickly changed the subject not wanting to seem creepy.
We chatted about the psychology of people dressing in costumes, literally becoming another person for the evening, and I let her know my theory about conservative people showing a side of them that they normally don’t project to others which for some reason they feel they can do at this time of the year. We smoked a joint as we talked and surveyed the crowd on the back deck of the house.
She then questioned what all of this talk said about me since I was strutting around the party in a priest’s costume. Giggling uncontrollably (must be the weed) and pointing to my outfit she asked “what’s your story mister?”
“What a lovely laugh you have Chloe.”
“If you don’t mind, can I hold off answering that question while I refresh my drink?”
“Certainly.”
“Can I get you something?”
“A gin and tonic thanks.”
Chloe was a bright, wholesome middle aged woman, a housewife with a couple of kids and a rich, successful husband who always seemed to be traveling. She gave up her practice as a therapist soon after she got pregnant with her first child less than a year after she wed. After raising him and a second child who was now in college, it seemed as though she was itching for a change.
I have always been a sucker for women with pretty feet and Chloe’s perfectly pedicured feet always attracted me but tonight under the influence of the edibles and the tequila and seeing her in those silver high heeled sandals, that showed off her beautiful feet and bright red painted toenails, I was having a hard time concealing the lust I had for them. I wondered if she was ticklish, if she liked having her feet rubbed, her toes sucked. My mind began to wander to places I thought my body should keep in check.
Louis’s hired bartender handed me her drink. I took a big sip of mine and walked back over to Chloe, trying to get the thought of having my way with her gorgeous feet out of my head and I fixed my gaze on her face instead.
“Thank you for the drink father” she emphasized the ‘father’ and chuckled as she reached for the glass.
Smiling at her “The pleasure is mine my child.”
“Now you had asked me a question before I excused myself to get our drinks.”
“Indeed I did, I’m sure your explanation will be quite interesting.”
“Well I did have a reason for selecting this outfit Chloe.”
“It’s one I have worn before.”
I explained to her that once the party that I happened to be attending was in full swing, as a priest, I would ask various women if they wanted to me to confess their sins and grant them absolution.
It was amazing how many people played along with this charade. It was even more interesting that many of the women would sit on my lap and whisper their indiscretions in my ear, embarrassed to let other party goers hear them but not having a problem opening up to their ‘clergyman’.
Of course once they finished spilling their often sordid sins to me, they would have to, how shall I put it, endure a special penance, designed to be endured for a length of time that depended on their naughtiness.
“I’m confused, maybe it’s the smoke, maybe this strong drink you had made for me, which by the way already needs refreshing.”
“But please do elaborate father.” she uttered with a very curious look.
“Shall I first get you another gin and tonic Chloe?”
“Well I’m dying to hear more but I’m a bit dry throated and I’d love another drink, with a bit more tonic in it this time around please” she said to me in a giggly voice as she relit the joint.
As I strolled over to the bar I thought about her laugh, her pretty feet. I looked around as the bartender prepared her drink, checking out the guests. The back porch was getting louder and I realized that many of the party goers were as high as me if not higher. The naughty nurse was staggering around on her stilettos listening to mens’ heartbeats with her stethoscope, Annie, recently divorced and cavorting around in that tight uniform, looked much more alluring than Hooters wings ever did. Carla was nowhere to be found, no doubt pairing up with a lucky person and hiding somewhere on the grounds.
It might be time for me to explain to Chloe the doors that this costume could help to open and reveal my fetishes to her but I was still a bit reluctant and was afraid she’d find me weird. Taking a sip of liquid courage and heading her way with her drink I decided to throw caution to the wind and even though I was dressed as a priest, I decided that it was time to confess my secrets to Chloe.
“I must say you’ve certainly aroused my interest” she stated as she reached for her glass.
“So what’s this mystery penance that you pass along to your forgiveness seeking parish women?”
I caught myself staring at her toes, with those bright red toenails that were framed by a shiny silver strap and after another sip of tequila professed my lifelong interest in female feet.
“Is that all?” she chuckled.
“I had a couple of clients with foot fetishes when I was practicing.”
“It’s more common than you think and actually can be quite flattering to a woman providing the fetishist isn’t a total psychotic about it.”
“I have seen you looking at mine on more than one occasion you know.”
Oh really? I have tried to be a bit discreet so I do apologize if my staring caused you to feel uncomfortable.”
“There’s no need to apologize.”
“And quite the contrary. I find it strangely erotic.”
“Really?”
“Oh yes. Were you aware that a person’s feet were one of their key erogenous zones?”
“Of course, you already knew that, for sure. Sorry now I’m beginning to talk like a therapist.”
“If that’s the penance you give to women it’s no wonder you’re such a popular priest. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like a good foot massage.
I’d confess all my sins to you if my feet weren’t so, so sensitive.”
I heard that magic word and tried to maintain my composure while I revealed the other kink I had, now hoping it wouldn’t turn her away from me.
“Well that’s not only it Chloe, my foot play, in this case the penance I dish out, involves a little, well a lot of, tickling and it’s not just restricted to a woman’s feet. I love full body tickling and have loved it since I was a small boy.”
“Oh my!”
“I’m not sure if I could handle that.”
“Well one never knows, does one?”
“You know, I’d really enjoy having you on the couch to explore this further.” she stated, her face turning an embarrassing shade of crimson as she laughed.”
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you Chloe.”
There was a momentary awkward silence and they turned away from each other, looking at the party goers who by now paid no attention to them. They both realized that this flirtation was leading them to other things.
“Would you like me to hear your confession my child?”
“Is there a confessional booth close by” she half teased.“
I don’t want the other guests to see us.”
“We can certainly find a more private place Chloe.”
“Will I have to sit on your lap father?”
“I will let you decide that” leaning down I whispered in her ear and placed one hand on her waist.
Her shoulders scrunched and I felt her body shiver at my touch.
“My goodness, not only your feet are sensitive.”
“I barely touched you.”
“It’s been a terrible weakness, more like a curse” she exclaimed as I squeezed her side, delighted at her knee jerk reaction.
“I think the weed has made me even more…”
“Ticklish?” I finished her sentence.
“This sativa strain has a tendency to do just that.”
“I do hope you have lot of sins for me to absolve Chloe” I teased, as I turned to walk into the house.
“Follow me.”
Making sure we were unseen, we snuck into one of the spare bedrooms at the far end of the house. I locked the door and turned to see her sit on the bed, then lay back and raise her feet. As I knelt in front of her and began to remove her sandals I heard her say in the sexiest, sultriest voice “bless me father for I have sinned.”
She had plenty to confess that night.
