My wife is very pretty, 5'3, 115, black long hair and half Japanese. Her best attribute however, are her feet. They are size 7 with long toes, high arch and very sensitive to both tickling and pain. She otherwise has a high pain threshold, but is very ticklish everywhere. She is a doctor and the Chief of her department.
I have always struggled to control her, but it is difficult since she is so willful and independent. However, I have been able to get her into bondage and tickle her insanely. She absolutely hated this and would fight me tooth and nail. We finally reached some type compromise. I would not put her in bondage or tickle her, but if I asked for her shoes anywhere we were, she would immediately give them to me without question or comment. She did not like doing this either, since she was very shy about her feet because of their sensitivity. She never wears sandals or open toe shoes because the dirt and sand would bother her feet. She also did not want people to see her feet because it made her feel vulnerable. However, she always got pedicures with bright red nail polish because she thought it made her look pretty, which it did.
The ultimate turn on for me was when we were at one of her work related social events. We were both dressed nicely, with her wearing a knee length dress, bare legs and black pumps. While we were standing at the bar sipping our drinks, I whispered to her to give me her shoes. She gave me a look, but then quickly remembered the deal. She slipped her pumps off and handed them to me. I could tell from her attitude towards me that she was not too happy about this. I could smell the mixture of leather with her foot sweat, which absolutely gave me a hard-on. Her foot-scent always drove me insane. We stood there, not talking, when I noticed a very bulky looking man staring at her feet. She saw me staring at him, and told me he was "Donny." She had told me about him earlier. He was a subordinate physician in her department, but desperately wanted her job. She had to be very politically tactful with him.
I was surprised when he walked over and introduced himself to me. He kept glancing at her feet, which she noticed. She tried to hide her feet, but since we were standing, it was impossible for her to do anything other than to put one foot over the other. He mentioned to her that she looked uncomfortable and that she would feel better if he got her a bar stool. He brought one over, and then nudged her into it. She drew her feet under the stool to try to hide them.
We talked some more small-talk, when he asked if he could look at her pumps which I was still holding. I handed them to him. He examined them closely, and commented on how beautiful they were. He said that women had to make such a sacrifice for beauty, wearing high heels that would hurt their feet. He was, of course, assuming that I was holding her high heels because her feet were bothering her. He then quickly reached down, grabbed her ankle and pulled it up, straightening out her knee, apparently to show me where on her foot the high heels would squeeze and put pressure.
"Look," he said, at her toes and forefoot. The pointy toes of the heel put pressure right here, and when he said here, he ran his finger under her toes. I knew this was her most ticklish spot, and she flinched, let out a laugh and tried to withdraw her foot. However, Donny obviously worked out and she was no match for him. He then ran his fingers over her entire forefoot, demonstrating the other sensitive areas. Her responses became more intense, but this only fueled him more. He then ran his finger over her arch, stating that the arch would be stretched out with the heel. Now she was doubling over trying to grab his arm. "My you have sensitive feet," he said, "I never would have guessed." He released her foot just as another colleague came over, hearing the commotion. My wife was beat red from embarrasement, and I gave her shoes back, figuring she had had enough, at least for that night.
I have always struggled to control her, but it is difficult since she is so willful and independent. However, I have been able to get her into bondage and tickle her insanely. She absolutely hated this and would fight me tooth and nail. We finally reached some type compromise. I would not put her in bondage or tickle her, but if I asked for her shoes anywhere we were, she would immediately give them to me without question or comment. She did not like doing this either, since she was very shy about her feet because of their sensitivity. She never wears sandals or open toe shoes because the dirt and sand would bother her feet. She also did not want people to see her feet because it made her feel vulnerable. However, she always got pedicures with bright red nail polish because she thought it made her look pretty, which it did.
The ultimate turn on for me was when we were at one of her work related social events. We were both dressed nicely, with her wearing a knee length dress, bare legs and black pumps. While we were standing at the bar sipping our drinks, I whispered to her to give me her shoes. She gave me a look, but then quickly remembered the deal. She slipped her pumps off and handed them to me. I could tell from her attitude towards me that she was not too happy about this. I could smell the mixture of leather with her foot sweat, which absolutely gave me a hard-on. Her foot-scent always drove me insane. We stood there, not talking, when I noticed a very bulky looking man staring at her feet. She saw me staring at him, and told me he was "Donny." She had told me about him earlier. He was a subordinate physician in her department, but desperately wanted her job. She had to be very politically tactful with him.
I was surprised when he walked over and introduced himself to me. He kept glancing at her feet, which she noticed. She tried to hide her feet, but since we were standing, it was impossible for her to do anything other than to put one foot over the other. He mentioned to her that she looked uncomfortable and that she would feel better if he got her a bar stool. He brought one over, and then nudged her into it. She drew her feet under the stool to try to hide them.
We talked some more small-talk, when he asked if he could look at her pumps which I was still holding. I handed them to him. He examined them closely, and commented on how beautiful they were. He said that women had to make such a sacrifice for beauty, wearing high heels that would hurt their feet. He was, of course, assuming that I was holding her high heels because her feet were bothering her. He then quickly reached down, grabbed her ankle and pulled it up, straightening out her knee, apparently to show me where on her foot the high heels would squeeze and put pressure.
"Look," he said, at her toes and forefoot. The pointy toes of the heel put pressure right here, and when he said here, he ran his finger under her toes. I knew this was her most ticklish spot, and she flinched, let out a laugh and tried to withdraw her foot. However, Donny obviously worked out and she was no match for him. He then ran his fingers over her entire forefoot, demonstrating the other sensitive areas. Her responses became more intense, but this only fueled him more. He then ran his finger over her arch, stating that the arch would be stretched out with the heel. Now she was doubling over trying to grab his arm. "My you have sensitive feet," he said, "I never would have guessed." He released her foot just as another colleague came over, hearing the commotion. My wife was beat red from embarrasement, and I gave her shoes back, figuring she had had enough, at least for that night.
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