ToeTormentor
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Lori was in a great mood today. Her classmate Chris had been staring her up all throughout the college year and she’d decided that during their study period this afternoon, she was going to give him a show he’d never forget. Lori walked into the study room dressed to kill. A black miniskirt, sheer black stockings, 5-inch strap on pumps, a gold ankle bracelet and finally, wicked blood red polish on her nails. Lori was looking like a million dollars and she knew it.
Chris was the only other person in the room. Lori sat down opposite him and propped her feet up on the table. Chris seemed to like checking out her legs the most, and sure enough she immediately drew his eye, though he was trying to be sneaky about it. Lori was also happy to get the weight off her feet: the heels might have been sexy but they were already killing her. She unstrapped one of her heels and began to dangle it off her toes as she tried to focus on her notes. However, her attention always returned to her throbbing feet and soon she couldn’t take it any more. She let the heel drop off her foot, clattering onto the table, then pulled her foot in and began to rub it. She let out a long sigh, so absorbed in her relief that she didn’t notice Chris watching her much more intently. Until she tried to scratch an itch on the ball of her foot, and began to twitch and flex her toes. Chris sucked in a breath of air as he watched her tickle her own foot, then quickly dropped his eyes back down to his paper. Lori was intrigued. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she kicked off her other heel and began rubbing her feet together. Chris watched the whole thing out of the corner of his eye.
“Damn,” Lori thought, “he wasn’t staring at my legs this whole time, he was staring at my feet!” She put her feet down and stretched.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she sighed, then, leaving her shoes on the desk, she strode out in her stocking feet. Lori ducked across the garden, giggling softly and the grass and wood chips tickled her feet. Making her way around the back of the building, she hoisted herself up on the windowsill, trying to ignore the dry grass that tickled her feet even more. She gasped at what she saw. Chris had grabbed one of her pumps and had his nose buried inside it, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
“Shit!” Lori said aloud, dropping back down. “He is so into feet!” She knew she had him now. She would have had the broad grin on her face even without having to walk back over the tickly garden.
Lori reentered the room and saw that Chris had meticulously put her shoe back in just the right spot. Chris saw that Lori had taken her stockings off and was now completely barefoot. Rather than sit back down, she leaned against the table and began rubbing her feet against the carpet, playing footsie with the floor. Chris immediately noticed her laughing quietly and asked,
“Is something wrong?”
“The carpet is tickling my feet,” Lori explained. At this, Chris abandoned all subtlety and leaned over the table, staring directly at her feet.
“Why do you keep rubbing them on the floor, then?”
“Because my feet are so sore that it still feels better,” replied Lori.
“So your feet really hurt?” Chris asked, his forehead soaked with sweat.
“Yes, they hurt so bad. I wore these heels all day and my feet are killing me. Can’t wait to get home and soak them,” Lori purred as she slid her feet along the ground. The sound of Lori’s feet on the carpet and her attempts not to laugh were turning Chris’s world upside down. He could barely contain himself. Her would have done anything to have those feet. Lori went over to the window and stood up on her tippy toes, giving Chris a great view of her now-dirty soles which she hadn’t noticed yet. She heard Chris gasp out loud at let out a huge smile.
“I hope I’m killing you, foot man,” she thought as she rested a foot on its toes, letting him see the whole sole. She turned around and began waving her feet in the air, one after the other, and it was at this point that she finally saw how dirty the soles of her feet had become.
“Oh, no!” she thought. “Now I’ll just gross him out!” She began to get frustrated.
“I had to come in here wearing those stupid heels and now my feet are killing me and they’re so damn ticklish I can’t even give them a bit of relief!” she ranted.
“I could rub rub your feet for you, Lori,” Chris blurted out, making his face turn redder than it already was. Lori was surprised. She was sure he’d seen how filthy her feet were. She decided to give him a real test.
“But my feet are so dirty!” she said, propping them back up on the table. “Look at the soles, they’re completely black!”
“Oh, yeah,” said Chris. “I guess I’d have to scrub them clean first, but that would really tickle, and, uh…” he trailed off, realising his mouth was moving faster than his brain. Lori thought for a moment.
“Well… my feet do really need to be cleaned. And scrubbing them is super hard when I can tickle myself. It can actually be easier to have someone else do it even though it tickles more.” Chris’s eyes widened.
“So, you want me to tickle your feet? I mean, so that they’ll be cleaned,” he caught himself.
“Yeah, okay,” Lori replied, making Chris’s heart leape into his throat. “But how are you going to do it?” Chris thought for a moment.
“The art room!” he cried. So they gathered their things and snuck to the art studio after everyone had left. Chris filled a tub with soap and water and put it on a chair beneath where Lori was sitting on the table. She dipped her feet in the tub, soaking them in the water.
“What are you going to scrub them with?”
“Paintbrushes!” Chris replied, holding up a big wide one and a smaller one. “Just have to hope I won’t piss off the art students.” He kneeled in front of Lori and took a hold of her left foot.
“Ready?”
“I’m ready!” Lori said, bracing herself. Chris began running the large brush up her sole and she immediately started to shriek with laughter and wiggle her toes uncontrollably. Chris had to dip the brush back in the water several times, so she got a tiny amount of respite at least. Even so, she couldn’t even stop laughing when Chris switched to her right foot. To Chris, her laughter was sweet music and her wiggling toes were the perfect performance to accompany it. Once her soles were properly bushed down and soaped up, he let them soak in the water for a bit but before long he’d lifted them back out and began to use the small brush to pick between her toes and in the wrinkles of her soles. Lori thrashed her head with laughter, her hair becoming tangled around her face.
“I’m going to have to change the water,” Chris said suddenly, and Lori had to laugh when he showed her how dirty the water had become. He quickly changed it and then rinsed her feet off in it, using his hands to brush off the last of the dirt. Lori tittered softly under her breath and flexed her toes slightly against his hands. Soon, her feet were spotless.
“Wow Chris,” she panted, rubbing her feet together both to dry them and get rid of the residual tickling, “you sure know how to treat a girl’s feet!” She shot him a grin, held up her foot and wiggled her toes in his face. “Why don’t you come with me and they’ll give you a reward?” Chris returned the grin and nodded. So they made their way back back to her dorm room, Lori holding her heels with her stockings stuffed inside them. Walking barefoot over the grass, she flexed her toes and soles at it tickled them with every step. It didn’t matter. She was having the time of her life. Outside her door, Chris asked her,
“How are your feet?” Struck with realisation, Lori examined the soles of her feet and saw that they’d become dirty and black again from the walk home.
“Whoops!” she laughed, and gave Chris a wink. “I guess I’ll just have to get you to clean them again.”
Chris was the only other person in the room. Lori sat down opposite him and propped her feet up on the table. Chris seemed to like checking out her legs the most, and sure enough she immediately drew his eye, though he was trying to be sneaky about it. Lori was also happy to get the weight off her feet: the heels might have been sexy but they were already killing her. She unstrapped one of her heels and began to dangle it off her toes as she tried to focus on her notes. However, her attention always returned to her throbbing feet and soon she couldn’t take it any more. She let the heel drop off her foot, clattering onto the table, then pulled her foot in and began to rub it. She let out a long sigh, so absorbed in her relief that she didn’t notice Chris watching her much more intently. Until she tried to scratch an itch on the ball of her foot, and began to twitch and flex her toes. Chris sucked in a breath of air as he watched her tickle her own foot, then quickly dropped his eyes back down to his paper. Lori was intrigued. Trying to be as subtle as possible, she kicked off her other heel and began rubbing her feet together. Chris watched the whole thing out of the corner of his eye.
“Damn,” Lori thought, “he wasn’t staring at my legs this whole time, he was staring at my feet!” She put her feet down and stretched.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she sighed, then, leaving her shoes on the desk, she strode out in her stocking feet. Lori ducked across the garden, giggling softly and the grass and wood chips tickled her feet. Making her way around the back of the building, she hoisted herself up on the windowsill, trying to ignore the dry grass that tickled her feet even more. She gasped at what she saw. Chris had grabbed one of her pumps and had his nose buried inside it, a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
“Shit!” Lori said aloud, dropping back down. “He is so into feet!” She knew she had him now. She would have had the broad grin on her face even without having to walk back over the tickly garden.
Lori reentered the room and saw that Chris had meticulously put her shoe back in just the right spot. Chris saw that Lori had taken her stockings off and was now completely barefoot. Rather than sit back down, she leaned against the table and began rubbing her feet against the carpet, playing footsie with the floor. Chris immediately noticed her laughing quietly and asked,
“Is something wrong?”
“The carpet is tickling my feet,” Lori explained. At this, Chris abandoned all subtlety and leaned over the table, staring directly at her feet.
“Why do you keep rubbing them on the floor, then?”
“Because my feet are so sore that it still feels better,” replied Lori.
“So your feet really hurt?” Chris asked, his forehead soaked with sweat.
“Yes, they hurt so bad. I wore these heels all day and my feet are killing me. Can’t wait to get home and soak them,” Lori purred as she slid her feet along the ground. The sound of Lori’s feet on the carpet and her attempts not to laugh were turning Chris’s world upside down. He could barely contain himself. Her would have done anything to have those feet. Lori went over to the window and stood up on her tippy toes, giving Chris a great view of her now-dirty soles which she hadn’t noticed yet. She heard Chris gasp out loud at let out a huge smile.
“I hope I’m killing you, foot man,” she thought as she rested a foot on its toes, letting him see the whole sole. She turned around and began waving her feet in the air, one after the other, and it was at this point that she finally saw how dirty the soles of her feet had become.
“Oh, no!” she thought. “Now I’ll just gross him out!” She began to get frustrated.
“I had to come in here wearing those stupid heels and now my feet are killing me and they’re so damn ticklish I can’t even give them a bit of relief!” she ranted.
“I could rub rub your feet for you, Lori,” Chris blurted out, making his face turn redder than it already was. Lori was surprised. She was sure he’d seen how filthy her feet were. She decided to give him a real test.
“But my feet are so dirty!” she said, propping them back up on the table. “Look at the soles, they’re completely black!”
“Oh, yeah,” said Chris. “I guess I’d have to scrub them clean first, but that would really tickle, and, uh…” he trailed off, realising his mouth was moving faster than his brain. Lori thought for a moment.
“Well… my feet do really need to be cleaned. And scrubbing them is super hard when I can tickle myself. It can actually be easier to have someone else do it even though it tickles more.” Chris’s eyes widened.
“So, you want me to tickle your feet? I mean, so that they’ll be cleaned,” he caught himself.
“Yeah, okay,” Lori replied, making Chris’s heart leape into his throat. “But how are you going to do it?” Chris thought for a moment.
“The art room!” he cried. So they gathered their things and snuck to the art studio after everyone had left. Chris filled a tub with soap and water and put it on a chair beneath where Lori was sitting on the table. She dipped her feet in the tub, soaking them in the water.
“What are you going to scrub them with?”
“Paintbrushes!” Chris replied, holding up a big wide one and a smaller one. “Just have to hope I won’t piss off the art students.” He kneeled in front of Lori and took a hold of her left foot.
“Ready?”
“I’m ready!” Lori said, bracing herself. Chris began running the large brush up her sole and she immediately started to shriek with laughter and wiggle her toes uncontrollably. Chris had to dip the brush back in the water several times, so she got a tiny amount of respite at least. Even so, she couldn’t even stop laughing when Chris switched to her right foot. To Chris, her laughter was sweet music and her wiggling toes were the perfect performance to accompany it. Once her soles were properly bushed down and soaped up, he let them soak in the water for a bit but before long he’d lifted them back out and began to use the small brush to pick between her toes and in the wrinkles of her soles. Lori thrashed her head with laughter, her hair becoming tangled around her face.
“I’m going to have to change the water,” Chris said suddenly, and Lori had to laugh when he showed her how dirty the water had become. He quickly changed it and then rinsed her feet off in it, using his hands to brush off the last of the dirt. Lori tittered softly under her breath and flexed her toes slightly against his hands. Soon, her feet were spotless.
“Wow Chris,” she panted, rubbing her feet together both to dry them and get rid of the residual tickling, “you sure know how to treat a girl’s feet!” She shot him a grin, held up her foot and wiggled her toes in his face. “Why don’t you come with me and they’ll give you a reward?” Chris returned the grin and nodded. So they made their way back back to her dorm room, Lori holding her heels with her stockings stuffed inside them. Walking barefoot over the grass, she flexed her toes and soles at it tickled them with every step. It didn’t matter. She was having the time of her life. Outside her door, Chris asked her,
“How are your feet?” Struck with realisation, Lori examined the soles of her feet and saw that they’d become dirty and black again from the walk home.
“Whoops!” she laughed, and gave Chris a wink. “I guess I’ll just have to get you to clean them again.”
