Not quite a cast …
Back in college, my girlfriend at the time sprained an ankle pretty badly in flip-flops on some slippery stairs. We had only been dating a couple of weeks at that point, so there was still plenty of intimate exploration going on between us, and though I knew how ticklish her upper body was, the opportunity to tickle her feet without outing my already strong tickle/foot fetish had not yet presented itself.
For the better part of a week I enthusiastically took care of her every need while she was on crutches, which included a tight Ace bandage wrap around the ankle and up most of her foot. Also keeping her foot clean and toes painted proved to be lots of fun. Towards the end of that week the swelling had practically disappeared and even though it was still tender if she put pressure on it, I could tell the ankle was mostly healed.
So after classes one afternoon we were in her dorm room, she was laying on her bed and I was sitting at the foot of the bed by her feet while we talked. I don’t remember what the conversation was about, but she said something that gave me all the excuse I needed to test the sensitivity of her beautiful feet.
The Ace bandage left only the ball of her foot and toes exposed, so I reached over and slowly began tickling under the toes. Her reaction was immediate. Uncontrollable giggles began pouring out, but she never moved her foot. As she was laughing, I teased her with “Uh oh, someone has ticklish feet!” being this was the “eureka” moment I had been patiently waiting for, which only caused her to start laughing harder. After a short while, as her laughter started going silent she was feebly able to squeak out the words “it hurts”.
Though I knew it wasn’t true and she was just playing the sympathy card as an excuse, I stopped the tickling immediately and let her recover. As the giggles died down she exclaimed “you’re so mean!” in her usual pouty yet seductive tone. I took that as a queue to keep the fun going. “Sorry”, I said, “we’ll leave that foot alone for now”. As I spoke, I lifted her other leg to my lap and gently put the “good” ankle into a scissor lock. “But this foot isn’t hurt at all”, I quipped, and with that I began tickling her entire foot; all around the sexy deep arches, perfectly aligned toes and soft heel. She went absolutely ballistic! All she could do was fall back into the pillow and laugh hysterically; no physical resistance, no begging; just beautiful loud female laughter.
After a longer while this time, I could tell she was completely spent from the nonstop foot tickling, so I stopped to let her recover again. She tried to play the sympathy card once again though with “it hurts”, mixed in with diminishing giggles. “IT HURTS???” I yelled in a completely incredulous voice, “then why are you laughing so much?” I said as my fingers began tickling her delicious toes again. I was instantly rewarded with another round of energetic hysterical laughter that came pouring out as if the first two had never taken place.
We finally did get down to some fantastic sex that day, but from that point on, her beautiful ticklish feet played a rather important part in our relationship that lasted more than six years.
