master_d_68
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So it all started with an innocent post on craigslist, looking for a woman to tickle and torment my feet beyond the breaking point. Of course, my first response was from a guy. But then I thought, maybe a guy could be the one to make me beg and scream? Despite the fact I'm straight, I remained curious. I began talking with this guy through email at first, until one day, I got the courage to ask for a meet up. Sure enough, a week later, we had our motel room booked for the night. He was incredibly nervous at first, offering me a bottle of water, unable to remain still. He admitted off the bat he had problems with social activity. The fact I already had my shoes crossed over one another not even a foot away from him was certainly not helping.
I told him not to be shy, as I should be the nervous one, almost teasing him with my feet. So I insisted he get on with it. He walked to the corner of the room, and grabbed his bag of toys. As he sat down, I scooted my feet over to him closer. He started stammering, unsure of how to start. I instructed him to remove my shoes, and after each removal, I wiggled my toes in my socks. It was then that he propped my feet in his lap, and began to give me a massage. Although it wasn't a firm enough rubdown, I found myself closing my eyes and accidentally moaning with pleasure a few times. He took advantage, and stroked my right sole with one finger. I held back on my laughter on purpose. He took this as the hint to slowly pull off my sock, stroking each inch of bare flesh exposed. I bit my lip, stifling giggles as the sock slipped off my toes. I wiggled my toes rapidly, clearing any lint or fuzz away from in between them.
It was here he actually gulped, saying how nervous he was to start the process. So I responded by crossing my remaining socked foot over the bare one, inviting him to pull it off. Instead of using his hands this time, he actually used his teeth. Upon its removal, I also VERY rapidly wiggled my toes, flicking them against each other, making that awesome sound. He bent down and sniffed my toes, making a very excited moan in the process. Even him sniffing my toes tickled, making me giggle out loud for the first time. But currently, he was more interested in sniffing my feet and rubbing my toes. He was very good, best foot massage I'd ever received....But then the feathers came out of the bag.
I never considered myself feather ticklish, but the minute they stroked my soles, I felt myself gripping the bed, giggling softly. It felt really good as well as torturous. He could tell they weren't doing enough, even after stroking the wrinkles of my soles with the quill, and running them between my toes, I was still holding steady save for the wiggling of my toes. It was here, that he tested out 4 different brushes on my feet, driving me so wild with laughter I was beginning to lose my hat, and my eyes hurt from slamming them shut so hard. The brushes caused me to laugh so helplessly I was coughing, and holding my mouth agape in silent laughter.
Next, was my own electric toothbrush, bristles vibrating over the base of my big toe, causing me to erupt in loud laughter, and forcing my first utterance of the word "Stop". This was his cue to run the toothbrush in between my pinkytoe, resulting in an accidental high-pitched scream, intensifying the begging. I never saw myself as a begger, but I was tapping out, body quaking in laughter, still managing to keep my feet still for him. I was actually too helpless to require rope....which he brought a large amount of.
He allowed me to take a break for 5 minutes, breathing heavily, laughing in aftershock as he munched on a chocolate bar.
"I want to take some pictures of your feet" he said. He proceeded to tell me how soft my feet were for a man. I only wear a size 9 and a half, and have been often told how nice they were for a guy. He was making me blush, and causing my toes to wiggle seductively in anticipation of the nextwave. THIS would be the tool to make me beg for absolute mercy, a waterpick.
"You may have seen these in the videos"
"Oh yeah" I replied "In the realtickling vids!"
"That's right" He said. "And now it's going to be used on you"
He grabbed both my ankles, pulling the cuffs of my jeans back, and started it up. I was already giggling before the pick spun across the surface of my big toe, instantly throwing my head and cackling in laughter I'd never been forced to unleash before. It was a very slow, methodical torment, as he examined each square inch of my feet, taking note of the points that would cause me to erupt. Sure enough, he discovered in between my toes, right under my toes, the ankles, and my heel were the points that would cause me to beg. Thankfully, this was what I wanted. He continued until he saw I was having problems catching my breath. So, unfortunately, he institued another 5 minutes break. Which I spent scrunching my toes, and flexing my soles back as he took pictures of my barefeet.
The night came to an end, as he had me flip on my stomach, and prop my feet in the pose as he took multicolored pens and scribbled a sketch on the center of each sole. I had to bury my head in the pillow and scream
"HAHAHAHAHAAA! Please stop! It REALLY tickles! I'm serious! I don't know how much I can laugh anymore!"
"You didn't call for a safeword"
"Youuu...You HEE HEE HEEHAHAHAA. You don't understand! I ca-a-nnnnt! HAHAHAHA!"
He then did something we hadn't agreed upon, he snatched my foot up in his hands, and sucked my big toe. I was about to get upset, as I had specifically said NOT to worship my feet. But I found myself giving in, and hiding how turned on it made me. This was my very first toesucking, in between giggles I had to stifle how much pleasure it gave me. Although I see why some girls hate it, it tickled SO much. And then, with what felt like the slowest sole lick ever, from heel to the tips of my toes. He was done, slapping my feet, and off to find my shoes and socks. He found the shoes no problem, but the socks had mysterious disappeared. I thanked him, saying that if I were gay, he'd be an awesome companion, and I was very appreciative of this new experience. Sockless, I popped my shoes on, and went back home, forgetting I had drawings on my feet until my roommate pointed them out. I can only imagine what my new friend had done with my dirty socks.
I told him not to be shy, as I should be the nervous one, almost teasing him with my feet. So I insisted he get on with it. He walked to the corner of the room, and grabbed his bag of toys. As he sat down, I scooted my feet over to him closer. He started stammering, unsure of how to start. I instructed him to remove my shoes, and after each removal, I wiggled my toes in my socks. It was then that he propped my feet in his lap, and began to give me a massage. Although it wasn't a firm enough rubdown, I found myself closing my eyes and accidentally moaning with pleasure a few times. He took advantage, and stroked my right sole with one finger. I held back on my laughter on purpose. He took this as the hint to slowly pull off my sock, stroking each inch of bare flesh exposed. I bit my lip, stifling giggles as the sock slipped off my toes. I wiggled my toes rapidly, clearing any lint or fuzz away from in between them.
It was here he actually gulped, saying how nervous he was to start the process. So I responded by crossing my remaining socked foot over the bare one, inviting him to pull it off. Instead of using his hands this time, he actually used his teeth. Upon its removal, I also VERY rapidly wiggled my toes, flicking them against each other, making that awesome sound. He bent down and sniffed my toes, making a very excited moan in the process. Even him sniffing my toes tickled, making me giggle out loud for the first time. But currently, he was more interested in sniffing my feet and rubbing my toes. He was very good, best foot massage I'd ever received....But then the feathers came out of the bag.
I never considered myself feather ticklish, but the minute they stroked my soles, I felt myself gripping the bed, giggling softly. It felt really good as well as torturous. He could tell they weren't doing enough, even after stroking the wrinkles of my soles with the quill, and running them between my toes, I was still holding steady save for the wiggling of my toes. It was here, that he tested out 4 different brushes on my feet, driving me so wild with laughter I was beginning to lose my hat, and my eyes hurt from slamming them shut so hard. The brushes caused me to laugh so helplessly I was coughing, and holding my mouth agape in silent laughter.
Next, was my own electric toothbrush, bristles vibrating over the base of my big toe, causing me to erupt in loud laughter, and forcing my first utterance of the word "Stop". This was his cue to run the toothbrush in between my pinkytoe, resulting in an accidental high-pitched scream, intensifying the begging. I never saw myself as a begger, but I was tapping out, body quaking in laughter, still managing to keep my feet still for him. I was actually too helpless to require rope....which he brought a large amount of.
He allowed me to take a break for 5 minutes, breathing heavily, laughing in aftershock as he munched on a chocolate bar.
"I want to take some pictures of your feet" he said. He proceeded to tell me how soft my feet were for a man. I only wear a size 9 and a half, and have been often told how nice they were for a guy. He was making me blush, and causing my toes to wiggle seductively in anticipation of the nextwave. THIS would be the tool to make me beg for absolute mercy, a waterpick.
"You may have seen these in the videos"
"Oh yeah" I replied "In the realtickling vids!"
"That's right" He said. "And now it's going to be used on you"
He grabbed both my ankles, pulling the cuffs of my jeans back, and started it up. I was already giggling before the pick spun across the surface of my big toe, instantly throwing my head and cackling in laughter I'd never been forced to unleash before. It was a very slow, methodical torment, as he examined each square inch of my feet, taking note of the points that would cause me to erupt. Sure enough, he discovered in between my toes, right under my toes, the ankles, and my heel were the points that would cause me to beg. Thankfully, this was what I wanted. He continued until he saw I was having problems catching my breath. So, unfortunately, he institued another 5 minutes break. Which I spent scrunching my toes, and flexing my soles back as he took pictures of my barefeet.
The night came to an end, as he had me flip on my stomach, and prop my feet in the pose as he took multicolored pens and scribbled a sketch on the center of each sole. I had to bury my head in the pillow and scream
"HAHAHAHAHAAA! Please stop! It REALLY tickles! I'm serious! I don't know how much I can laugh anymore!"
"You didn't call for a safeword"
"Youuu...You HEE HEE HEEHAHAHAA. You don't understand! I ca-a-nnnnt! HAHAHAHA!"
He then did something we hadn't agreed upon, he snatched my foot up in his hands, and sucked my big toe. I was about to get upset, as I had specifically said NOT to worship my feet. But I found myself giving in, and hiding how turned on it made me. This was my very first toesucking, in between giggles I had to stifle how much pleasure it gave me. Although I see why some girls hate it, it tickled SO much. And then, with what felt like the slowest sole lick ever, from heel to the tips of my toes. He was done, slapping my feet, and off to find my shoes and socks. He found the shoes no problem, but the socks had mysterious disappeared. I thanked him, saying that if I were gay, he'd be an awesome companion, and I was very appreciative of this new experience. Sockless, I popped my shoes on, and went back home, forgetting I had drawings on my feet until my roommate pointed them out. I can only imagine what my new friend had done with my dirty socks.
