Im_a_dragon
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About 7-8 years ago, I worked part-time for a small chain of gas stations on the south shore of MA while transitioning to a full-time management position at a nearby retail store. At this station we had a 24-hour Dunkin’ Donuts, and while the morning shift workers had a solid lineup, the employee turnover for the afternoon shift was a revolving door due to lack of staff and leadership.
Having reached my 30s at this time (I was 30 or 31), and having tamed most of my creepiness after years of working retail as a foot/tickle fetishist, I had outgrown my blind instinct to eagerly check out or engage every young woman I worked with.
When Mallorie started working the afternoon shift, I became interested in a different way. She was tiny… stood about 5’2”, no more than 110-120 lbs, skinny and fair-skinned, long dark hair, Angelina Jolie lips. At first glance, she looked equally European and Asian, though I never knew her ethnicity.
Anyway, she was extremely attractive, a 20 year-old petite goddess of death whose behavioral habits had a comfortable familiarity. She wasn’t self-conscious, she didn’t say dumb things for the sake of being performative in front of others, and she only got loud when she was setting clear boundaries with difficult customers, often men. This, for me, was her most admirable quality; she was unshakeable in the face of strangers who tried to dominate her.
Our shifts overlapped for a few months and we established a healthy rapport. I was quiet around her at first and she gave me space too, but once I’d ordered coffee and food from her a few times, and vice versa for snacks or vape refills, she thankfully got the clear impression that I wasn’t creepy.
I left the gas station and started work at the other store, which was in a nearby plaza, so I still visited the drive-thru for coffee. She would often be working the drive-thru AND counter, by herself (afternoon shift). We continued our rapport and it’s worth mentioning that a younger guy started working the shift with her at one point. He was a clean, good-looking dude, the kind of guy who has conventional looks and probably got laid pretty frequently. I had good rapport with both of them, but I noticed that after a while the guy deliberately started inserting himself in the way of my interacting with her (I’m guessing that he either liked her, or they’d probably hooked up and he was a typical 20-something year old who felt threatened by an older guy with a big dick).
This part is key to the story. I didn’t get mad about it, but I left with kind of a “thanks, asshole” type of attitude that he noticed, and she noticed. That same day, she showed up about an hour later at my work, made small talk for a minute while I worked the shelves, asked me if I wanted to hang out, and gave me her number.
I was surprised at how eager she was to come over. We didn’t really have any specific plans. I was also surprised because I knew she had a boyfriend, so maybe they were on their way out or something. Idk. But one day she came over, I bought us a pizza (pepperoni and spinach), and we watched tv on the couch.
I had a pretty nice living setup at this time. I had a basement apartment all to myself, about 4 feet underground so I still had windows and sunlight. My mom and her boyfriend lived upstairs, so you could say I may have presented like a bit of a loser, but I was happy as a fucking clam because I literally had an entire basement apartment to myself, for free.
I’d recently had a reiki/reflexology session (it was shortly after I’d received my level 2 attunement), and she asked what reflexology was. I answered that it involved finding trigger points in the bottoms of the feet to allow energy to be released. When I mentioned, “bottoms of the feet,” something in her demeanor visibly softened and she paused before asking if I had a blanket. Unable to believe my luck, I went to my bedroom to get my comforter and we sat on the couch together.
I forget what we decided to watch. Despite the fact that we sat next to each other and were touching, I could tangibly feel that it wasn’t right to rush any play, even though all my senses burned for it. I think she felt bad because she still had a boyfriend. However, I got her socks off under the blanket (no complaint from her) and rubbed her feet for a while as we watched tv. After about an hour, I could still feel the tangible hesitancy, and I began to despair, thinking I’m about to waste an incredible opportunity with this beautiful girl, sitting next to me on the couch in my own home. Then suddenly my attitude changed, like a growing spark lifting its way out of my self-consciousness, and I started tickling her feet.
“Are you… tickling me?” She asked, as if she had never been tickled before. I simply nodded and kept going. Her feet weren’t very ticklish (yet), but I kept going, and eventually spun myself around so I had her ankles between my knees, bare feet in my face, as I scribbled all over her pretty soles. Her feet did not disappoint.
She didn’t stop me. Then I figured, “it’s now or never,” and I asked her to lie down on her back. She did, and I kneeled on the floor to her side. I lifted one of her arms over her head, pinned her by the wrist, and started tickling her side and armpit. NOW she started to squirm and giggle a little bit; and she didn’t stop me. She was definitely a submissive type. I made sure to get both sides, and then I asked her to lie on her stomach.
I laid down on top of her in the other direction, and absolutely demolished her bare feet once again, for several minutes. She wriggled a little bit, but didn’t make a sound; however, when I saw her face after I was done, I was pleased to see that her hair was messy, she was wide-eyed and smiling, gasping for breath. She’d gotten over the self-consciousness and allowed herself to be ticklish.
We played for about another 20 minutes, all action, barely any verbal engagement. I sat on her arms and tickled her armpits. I pinned her on the floor, tickled her stomach, lifted her shirt and bra (with consent) to tickle her tiny breasts and nipples. I tickled her feet one more time before she left.
It was truly amazing how much we did, with little speech, in that timeframe. I’ll never forget it. While leaving she confessed that she really enjoyed the feeling of being vulnerable, and to this day I think I could have gotten away with tying her to my bed and tickling her for a while, but bondage is honestly not my game and I was happy with what I got. She was visibly happy too.
We saw each other a few more times after that, but we never hung out again. I know she and her boyfriend broke up, maybe she moved. But I will never forget the crazy amount of luck and chance that went into that experience, and I’m so happy that I was smart and patient enough to allow the appropriate buildup for it to happen.
Having reached my 30s at this time (I was 30 or 31), and having tamed most of my creepiness after years of working retail as a foot/tickle fetishist, I had outgrown my blind instinct to eagerly check out or engage every young woman I worked with.
When Mallorie started working the afternoon shift, I became interested in a different way. She was tiny… stood about 5’2”, no more than 110-120 lbs, skinny and fair-skinned, long dark hair, Angelina Jolie lips. At first glance, she looked equally European and Asian, though I never knew her ethnicity.
Anyway, she was extremely attractive, a 20 year-old petite goddess of death whose behavioral habits had a comfortable familiarity. She wasn’t self-conscious, she didn’t say dumb things for the sake of being performative in front of others, and she only got loud when she was setting clear boundaries with difficult customers, often men. This, for me, was her most admirable quality; she was unshakeable in the face of strangers who tried to dominate her.
Our shifts overlapped for a few months and we established a healthy rapport. I was quiet around her at first and she gave me space too, but once I’d ordered coffee and food from her a few times, and vice versa for snacks or vape refills, she thankfully got the clear impression that I wasn’t creepy.
I left the gas station and started work at the other store, which was in a nearby plaza, so I still visited the drive-thru for coffee. She would often be working the drive-thru AND counter, by herself (afternoon shift). We continued our rapport and it’s worth mentioning that a younger guy started working the shift with her at one point. He was a clean, good-looking dude, the kind of guy who has conventional looks and probably got laid pretty frequently. I had good rapport with both of them, but I noticed that after a while the guy deliberately started inserting himself in the way of my interacting with her (I’m guessing that he either liked her, or they’d probably hooked up and he was a typical 20-something year old who felt threatened by an older guy with a big dick).
This part is key to the story. I didn’t get mad about it, but I left with kind of a “thanks, asshole” type of attitude that he noticed, and she noticed. That same day, she showed up about an hour later at my work, made small talk for a minute while I worked the shelves, asked me if I wanted to hang out, and gave me her number.
I was surprised at how eager she was to come over. We didn’t really have any specific plans. I was also surprised because I knew she had a boyfriend, so maybe they were on their way out or something. Idk. But one day she came over, I bought us a pizza (pepperoni and spinach), and we watched tv on the couch.
I had a pretty nice living setup at this time. I had a basement apartment all to myself, about 4 feet underground so I still had windows and sunlight. My mom and her boyfriend lived upstairs, so you could say I may have presented like a bit of a loser, but I was happy as a fucking clam because I literally had an entire basement apartment to myself, for free.
I’d recently had a reiki/reflexology session (it was shortly after I’d received my level 2 attunement), and she asked what reflexology was. I answered that it involved finding trigger points in the bottoms of the feet to allow energy to be released. When I mentioned, “bottoms of the feet,” something in her demeanor visibly softened and she paused before asking if I had a blanket. Unable to believe my luck, I went to my bedroom to get my comforter and we sat on the couch together.
I forget what we decided to watch. Despite the fact that we sat next to each other and were touching, I could tangibly feel that it wasn’t right to rush any play, even though all my senses burned for it. I think she felt bad because she still had a boyfriend. However, I got her socks off under the blanket (no complaint from her) and rubbed her feet for a while as we watched tv. After about an hour, I could still feel the tangible hesitancy, and I began to despair, thinking I’m about to waste an incredible opportunity with this beautiful girl, sitting next to me on the couch in my own home. Then suddenly my attitude changed, like a growing spark lifting its way out of my self-consciousness, and I started tickling her feet.
“Are you… tickling me?” She asked, as if she had never been tickled before. I simply nodded and kept going. Her feet weren’t very ticklish (yet), but I kept going, and eventually spun myself around so I had her ankles between my knees, bare feet in my face, as I scribbled all over her pretty soles. Her feet did not disappoint.
She didn’t stop me. Then I figured, “it’s now or never,” and I asked her to lie down on her back. She did, and I kneeled on the floor to her side. I lifted one of her arms over her head, pinned her by the wrist, and started tickling her side and armpit. NOW she started to squirm and giggle a little bit; and she didn’t stop me. She was definitely a submissive type. I made sure to get both sides, and then I asked her to lie on her stomach.
I laid down on top of her in the other direction, and absolutely demolished her bare feet once again, for several minutes. She wriggled a little bit, but didn’t make a sound; however, when I saw her face after I was done, I was pleased to see that her hair was messy, she was wide-eyed and smiling, gasping for breath. She’d gotten over the self-consciousness and allowed herself to be ticklish.
We played for about another 20 minutes, all action, barely any verbal engagement. I sat on her arms and tickled her armpits. I pinned her on the floor, tickled her stomach, lifted her shirt and bra (with consent) to tickle her tiny breasts and nipples. I tickled her feet one more time before she left.
It was truly amazing how much we did, with little speech, in that timeframe. I’ll never forget it. While leaving she confessed that she really enjoyed the feeling of being vulnerable, and to this day I think I could have gotten away with tying her to my bed and tickling her for a while, but bondage is honestly not my game and I was happy with what I got. She was visibly happy too.
We saw each other a few more times after that, but we never hung out again. I know she and her boyfriend broke up, maybe she moved. But I will never forget the crazy amount of luck and chance that went into that experience, and I’m so happy that I was smart and patient enough to allow the appropriate buildup for it to happen.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
