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You broke up with Marc!?” Rose said incredulously.
“You said he was the one just yesterday!” Tina said with her eyes wide. “He must have done something awful last night. Did he admit he’s been cheating on you?”
Mallory looked down glumly and kicked a rock with her Converse shoe. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just drop it.”
The three girls were all extremely pretty in completely different ways. Rose was long, leggy, and sun-kissed blonde, while Tina was nearly a foot shorter and 5’0 with chocolate brown skin and dark brown hair. They were both extreme extroverts and lived to socialize.
Mallory however was just the opposite; she was a dark-haired natural beauty. Mallory was an introvert and despite her shy disposition, she clicked immediately with the two other girls who had been friends since childhood. She met them at a mixer for new students her freshman year, they saw her standing in the corner looking awkward and lonely, so they approached her. They found out she was very sweet and turned out to share many interests with them.
They had been friends for three years now and it was very seldom that they were not together. While the other two girls grew up in South Florida, Mallory grew up in the Midwest with five older brothers. Her mother died when she was just a girl so she only had males in her house. She rarely wore makeup, while the other girls couldn’t imagine stepping out of the dorm with applying it. The girls had to teach her how to do all the feminine stuff she wasn’t used to and she turned out to be a stunner, when she wasn’t trying to look like a boy. They loved giving her makeovers and doing her fingernails. They first found out she may have a problem when they were shot down cold, and rudely, asking if they could paint her toenails.
Her friends would not let the Marc question drop though. As they walked across the South Florida campus to class, they peppered her with questions. This was the third guy this semester she had broken up with and both her friends suspected they knew the reason.
“It better not have anything to do with feet Mallory.” Rose said.
Mallory whirled around. Her black ponytail swung around so hard Tina had to take a step back to avoid being whipped by it.
“It’s not my fault every guy I date has a foot fetish” she growled. When I got out of the shower I saw I had forgotten my socks and had to run to the drawer to get them. Marc saw me, said I had cute toes, and said he would give me a foot rub! I just can’t be with someone obsessed with something as disgusting as feet!” Mallory said, tears springing to her eyes.
Without another word, Mallory took off running back to her dorm room. Tina took a step to follow her and Rose grabbed her by the shoulder and said, “We need to talk.”
Rose and Tina skipped class and headed to their usual hangout spot, the coffee shop just across from the campus.
“We have to do something about Mallory.” Rose said. Brushing her long blonde hair out of her face.
“What are we going to do Rose?” Tina replied. “We have talked until we are blue in the face. You can actually see her shut down when the word “feet” is mentioned. She doesn’t hear anything beyond that.”
“We can both see her phobia is ruining her life. We live in Florida and she won’t go to the beach because “everyone has their feet out”. Rose said.
Tina frowned and said “I forgot about her, ummm, condition one day and asked her on the phone if she wanted to get a pedicure, and she hung up on me and wouldn’t talk to me for two days. She’s usually one of my favorite people but when this comes up she can actually be more than a little bitchy.”
Rose said “We need to take action and help her. We have to show her tough love. When drugs are ruining a loved one’s life just accepting it is not an option. An intervention has to take place.”
“How on earth do we have a foot intervention!?” Tina said.
Rose picked up her coffee took a sip and looked her friend dead in the eye “Exposure.”
Mallory lay in her bed the rest of the day. She got home and changed into her pajamas, and her ever-present socks and ruminated how life wasn’t fair. Every time she found a seemingly great guy, she found out he was obsessed with her feet.
Before Marc, was Ben. He was perfect, that is until she admitted her phobia to him on a date and he said, “I don’t know, I think feet are cute. I have caught a glimpse of yours before and they are nice.” She immediately left and ghosted him.
Before Ben was Zac. Zac was the man of her dreams, until once, after a great date, they started to play wrestle and he ripped off a sock and tickled her. It took Tina and Rose an hour to convince her not to turn Zac in for assault. She broke it off with him with a text before blocking his number.
Maybe she was just meant to be alone. She thought as she laid morosely in bed that it would be better to never be in a relationship than with a guy that wanted nothing as much as to play with her feet. She drifted off to sleep and had nightmares of feet.
She woke up the next morning to pounding at her door. She knew whom it was “Go away,” she said, pulling the cover over her head.
The door opened and Mallory thought “why did I give them a key?”
“Get dressed, we are going to the beach house.” Tina said.
“No, I’m not going anywhere.” Mallory groused.
Thirty minutes of nagging and cajoling later, the three girls were on the way to Tina’s grandfather’s beach house. It was the envy of everyone at school, and they had thrown many parties there. It was a secluded house all by itself on a beach on some no-name key island. The house was built just before zoning rules were changed making the whole key protected. The government tried unsuccessfully to get the house condemned, but was only successful in preventing any future houses from being built, so her grandfather had a house on the beach with no neighbors.
The three girls pulled their overnight bags out of the trunk and walked inside. It was Saturday and the plan was to spend all day Saturday and Sunday here and head back Monday morning before their mid-day classes.
Mallory walked in and before she knew what was happening her friends rushed her. She was so stunned she barely offered any resistance as she was pushed onto the sofa face-down by Tina. Rose quickly grabbed her hands and pulled the padded cuffs she had used on many boyfriends, and slapped them on Mallory.
“What the HELL!?” Mallory screamed, finally finding her wits. Tina continued holding her torso down as Rose deftly tied her ankles together with a scarf and used another to tie her bare knees together.
After she was secured they let go of her. She thrashed furiously.
“Let me go right now! I don’t care what kind of prank this is, this isn’t funny.” Mallory said staring daggers at her friends.
“Listen Mallory, we are your friends and we love you, but your phobia is ruining your life. We are going to help you get over it. We are going to help you learn to love feet.”
The last word hit Mallory like a slap. She would never tolerate feet, much less love them. She hated everyone’s feet, especially her own.
Rose continued, “You may hate us at first for this, but we care too much to let this continue.
The two girls flipped the now furiously cursing girl over onto her back. Tina lifted her head up, and sat down on the couch, and put her head in her lap. Mallory’s face was red with rage glaring back at her. That look turned to panic as she felt Rose sitting down, and placing her feet on her lap, and then tugging off her converse sneakers. She bucked and tried to kick Tina with her socked feet but she was too tightly secured to do much more than squirm.
Rose grabbed her feet and began to massage the moist socks.
“Stop it, don’t touch them. It’s awful!” Mallory screamed.
“It’s just a little foot rub.” Rose said kneading her feet through her socks.
On one rub she accidentally ran a single finger down the sole. Mallory shrieked.
“Oh is someone ticklish?” Tina said smiling down at her friend.
One of the reasons Mallory hated her feet was how ridiculously ticklish they were. She had been tickled just a few handfuls of times in her entire life and she could not take it. The slightest touch made her come unraveled especially on her feet. She loved roughhousing with her brothers back home but they wouldn’t hesitate to tickle her. It instantly took all the fight out of her and she became just as helpless as could be.
Rose ran her fingers down the socks several more times and Mallory erupted into laughter.
“Wow, I never would have thought out little Mallory was all ticklish.” Rose teased. “Let’s see what you have been hiding for us all this time.” She pulled her socks off.
“I am pissed!” Rose said. “You have perfect feet and you keep them covered up!”
Mallory’s feet were larger than average, pale, and completely flawless. The toes were perfect stair steps. Rose felt the sole with her hand and it was butter soft. Rose thought “she could absolutely be a foot model.”
Tina was impressed too. “I thought my toostie’s were cute, but yours are adorable!”
Mallory was mortified. Her feet were bare and people were looking at them! People were talking about them with her. This was intolerable! “Put my socks back on!” She screamed.
“Nope.” Mallory said. She ran her finger down the sole and Mallory’s previous laughter was just a prelude to these.
Rose slowly and methodically ran her fingers up and down her soles. Her feet wiggled furiously and she tried to raise her legs, but there was nowhere to go. She began to try and cover her soles with the other foot.
“Ok, enough of this nonsense.” Rose said and pulled out a small zip tie and zip-tied her big toes together. Now all she could do was futilely wiggle her toes.
Rose decided to switch tactics and scribbled her long nails on her soles. Mallory’s laughter became infused with shrieks. As she tried to buck, but could barely move.
“I have never seen such ticklish feet!” Tina laughed to Rose.
“Probably one reason she keeps them covered.” Rose said. We need to get her used to it.
Despair washed over Mallory, she could never get used to this. This was torture. Her face betrayed her though. A large smile was plastered on her lips against her will, and desperate laughter poured out as Rose continued to work her smooth soles over.
After an hour of non-stop scribbling Mallory was reduced to silent laughter. Tina just rubbed the tears off her cheeks and said “This for your own good.”
Finally, Rose stopped and said “switch”.
Mallory was barely aware of what was happening as the girls changed places and she was now staring up at Rose.
She just had time to say “Please” before Tina’s even longer nails made contact and her mind lost all ability to do anything except focus on her feet.
“Ok Mal, we are going to step it up a bit now.” Tina said.
Mallory felt tickling stop but before relief could set in she felt something warm and wet around her toes. She was confused then realized Tina was sucking her toes!
“Nooooo!” She yelled. “Stop!”
Rose was very glad that there were no neighbors. This was turning out to be very noisy. Her ears were ringing. She had a thought. She snatched up Mallory’s sweaty sock she had discarded on the floor and shoved it inside out, toe first ,into her mouth, instantly turning her complaints into muffled grunts.
This was hell and Mallory was in it. She was having her feet “worshipped” by her now ex-friend, while she was tasting her own foot sweat. This was so unfair, they knew how much she HATED feet. How could they do this?
Tina begin to nibble on her toes and Mallory once again dissolved into laughter, this time into her socks. The toe-sucking turned into foot licking. The arches were intolerable but the between the toes made her think she might actually lose her mind.
After an interminable time of the unwanted foot worship, Mallory felt the sock being removed from her and a water bottle brought her mouth and she drank deeply. Afterward, she was lowered to the floor.
“Ok Mal, you have two choices here. One is more tickling." Rose said.
“Please no, please, please no more.” Mallory said weakly.
"The other option is you get to worship our pretty feet." Tina said.
Mallory had to fight not to cry. She couldn’t take any more tickling, she just couldn’t, but having to have a foot in her own mouth seemed worse than being asked to drink poison. After she hesitated too long Tina ran her nail down her sole and she screamed. “OK OK, I’ll do it, please don’t tickle me anymore!”
“You won’t be needing to see.” Rose said, and quickly tied another scarf around her eyes.
She heard her friends sit on the couch and then Rose say “Ok, Mallory, you saw I was wearing my flip flops today, so mine are a little dirty. I need you to focus on licking them for now. Start with the arches, and I’ll tell you when they are clean then you can focus on my toes. She felt a warm foot on her face. She hesitated but when she heard Tina stirring at her foot she outstretched her tongue and ran it up the arch. There was just the slight musty taste of dirt, but knowing what she was doing made her have to fight not to gag. She could count on one hand how many times she had even touched a bare foot and now she was licking one.
The sole was surprisingly soft. The girls all loved to play sports and spent a lot of time at various parks to find pickup basketball or soccer games. Invariably her friends would end up barefoot in the grassy areas either playing hacky sack or just enjoying the grass on their feet. A disgusting practice that she forced herself to ignore. She figured all the barefooting would make them rough, but they were still soft. She forced herself to imagine she was licking something like a hand to tamp down her revulsion. But soon enough Rose said, “Now suck my toes”.
There was no way to trick her mind here. The toes had an unmistakable feel in her mouth and a more "feet like" taste. She was sucking toes and she couldn’t not think about it. After repeating the same awful task for her so-called friend's other foot they traded places.
Tina’s foot was just as soft as her friend’s. She had been wearing Ked’s so they weren’t dirty but they were sweaty and tasted like feet so unmistakeably she couldn’t even pretend she was doing anything other than worshipping feet the entire time. Getting in between her toes was so difficult for her.
After she finished Mallory sighed. She was defeated but at least she had to be done.
Rose said, now rest for a bit then we will try the electric tooth brushes.
“WHAT!?”
Mallory found out that not only was an electric toothbrush hell on her soles, but so was a hairbrush, a fork, paintbrushes, and a whole host of other things her friends had managed to smuggle in their bags.
The next two days were very difficult for Mallory. It was constant tickling and foot exposure. She was tied spread eagle to the bed upside down the two nights they were at the house and slept between her friends' feet both nights. Since she was gagged at night, she usually had at least one foot plastered over her nose forcing her to smell all night. By the end of the ordeal, she knew exactly the extent of her ticklishness, and could identify her friends' feet by smell, touch, or taste. The fact that she now knew that was so depressing to her.
Monday morning before untying her they had a talk.
“Ok, Mallory.” Rose said. I know you hate us right now. “I can’t really blame you. I think in time you will thank us, but not yet.”
“Damn right I am not thanking you! I’m turning your ass in to the Dean the second I get back.” Mal thought.
“I know you are planning on turning us in.” Rose said “I’m not stupid.” The only thing is, we recorded everything that happened here today.” Rose said pointing to the camera hidden in the bookcase. It’s uploaded to the cloud. If you do everything we say for the rest of the semester, we will give you the tape. If you want to use it as evidence against us, well, that’s your decision, but if you don’t do what we say for the next two months we will release the tapes online. It will be edited to make it look like you enjoyed it, and all the students will have seen your feet in the most helpless positions, know how ticklish you are, and think you are obsessed with feet. Even if you change schools you know once something is out there it will haunt you forever.”
She stopped talking and let this info sink into her friend. It dawned on Mallory she really was screwed. She couldn’t have that tape out there, she would have to play whatever game her ex-friends wanted her to play for two months, hope they weren’t lying, then nail their asses to the wall.
The next thing Tina and Rose did was remove all her shoes from her dorm. Mallory was horrified to learn that she would be attending all her classes barefoot. If she needed shoes she had to go them for permission. If they saw so much as a sock on her they would release the tape.
She walked through the halls barefoot and saw everyone glancing at her feet and she was crimson red with embarrassment the entire time. A couple of hippie girls ran up to her outside and gave her a high five when they saw her bare feet. She just blushed even brighter and kept walking.
The next day Tina and Rose forced her to go with them to get pedicures. It was the type of hell she expected, as she was so ticklish every eye was on her as she made a scene as they scrubbed her soles. The nail techs giggled throughout the whole humiliating ordeal. The girls made her get a neon pink color that would catch any eye in a room instantly.
Next, they took her shopping. They made her walk through the mall barefoot and she saw at once it was already worse. She saw people noticing her now neon toes from halfway across the mall. They drug her into stores and bought her toe rings for every toe and forced her to wear them. She had one with a star on it, one with a ruby, and one with a cat. There was no rhyme or reason for the designs, they were just meant to draw attention to her toes. The one Tina and Rose liked the most was one with a pair of silver soles on them. They made her get one for each foot of that one.
She thought her humiliation was complete but they went into the last store of the day and got her the finishing touch, an anklet for each foot. They each had bells on them. Every step she took would now draw attention. She had literal alarms for her bare feet. When they got back to her dorm they poured a drop of crazy glue on the clasp of the anklet so it could not be removed without them knowing.
During the shopping trip, the girls had acted like they were still her friend. They joked with her but in a good-natured way, not a mocking way. They forced her to talk about feet a lot, but they weren’t treating her as their victim.
They did force her to rub their feet frequently, even in public. To start with this was a fate worse than death. She once couldn’t even touch a foot, but now she was doing it where everyone would see. But it eventually got to be second nature. Apparently, she did it so much a few other girls asked if she would mind rubbing their feet after a game of soccer or basketball. She found herself agreeing even when her friends weren’t around, and enjoying the feeling of a soft bare foot in her hand.
It was harder to get used to people seeing her feet though. She had always seen them as hideous creatures that had to be hidden at all times, but now they were not only able to be seen by anyone they almost demanded to be looked at.
The first month she hated her life. Every glance that people took at her feet made her want to crawl into a hole. She would be sitting in a class with her bare foot bobbing up and down and she would turn around and she would always have multiple people obviously staring at her feet, both male and females. She wish she could just hide them away but she had several classes with Tina and Rose and she knew she had to keep them on full display for everyone to look at.
She had people ask her about her feet every day as she was the only full time barefoot student there. She was actually having to talk about her feet to strangers. Answering questions, about why she was barefoot, and receiving tons of compliments. The part of her she didn’t want to ever be seen were now a daily topic of discussion.
But then, one day things started to change. She noticed that when people glanced at her feet not only did she not mind… did she enjoy it? Wasn’t she beginning to enjoy the frequent compliments about her feet? Didn’t she find herself more and more admiring her once, pale, now tan feet?
She found herself becoming a little more outgoing. She developed a nickname on campus. “I hear “Jingles” coming." was a common response to her approach. All the people talking to her had caused her to be more open to talking to more people. She began noticing who was looking at her feet and she began putting on a show for them. Wiggling her toes and sliding her fingers in between her toes.
Despite her misgivings with her friends, she found herself forgiving them despite herself. They never acted any different towards her in all this but the relief on their faces was palpable when she started talking to them in a friendly manner again.
Two weeks before the end of the semester, she approached the cutest guy in any of her classes. He obviously stared at her feet every day. She walked up to him after class and said “Were you staring at my feet?”
He turned beet red and said “No!”
She said, “Oh, that’s a shame.” and turned to walk away.
She wasn’t surprised to hear him following he and say “Hey wait up!”
Two weeks later the three friends were walking through the park barefoot enjoying the grass between their toes on the last day of the semester. Tina pulled something out from her pocket and handed it to Mallory.
“What’s this?” Mal said.
“The flash drive with the only copy of our day at the beach house.” Tina said.
“Great! I’ve got someone who would love to see this!” Mallory said.
Both of her friend’s hearts sank. They thought that everything had worked out so well, but she was going to turn them in after all.
“Brian can’t get enough of my feet; we can watch this while he tickles my feet. I thought all my prior boyfriend’s had foot fetishes but now that I have one that really does I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Mallory said smiling.
All three friends laughed at this unexpected statement.
Mallory was happy, she loved her friends, she loved her new boyfriend, and she loved feet.
“You said he was the one just yesterday!” Tina said with her eyes wide. “He must have done something awful last night. Did he admit he’s been cheating on you?”
Mallory looked down glumly and kicked a rock with her Converse shoe. “I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just drop it.”
The three girls were all extremely pretty in completely different ways. Rose was long, leggy, and sun-kissed blonde, while Tina was nearly a foot shorter and 5’0 with chocolate brown skin and dark brown hair. They were both extreme extroverts and lived to socialize.
Mallory however was just the opposite; she was a dark-haired natural beauty. Mallory was an introvert and despite her shy disposition, she clicked immediately with the two other girls who had been friends since childhood. She met them at a mixer for new students her freshman year, they saw her standing in the corner looking awkward and lonely, so they approached her. They found out she was very sweet and turned out to share many interests with them.
They had been friends for three years now and it was very seldom that they were not together. While the other two girls grew up in South Florida, Mallory grew up in the Midwest with five older brothers. Her mother died when she was just a girl so she only had males in her house. She rarely wore makeup, while the other girls couldn’t imagine stepping out of the dorm with applying it. The girls had to teach her how to do all the feminine stuff she wasn’t used to and she turned out to be a stunner, when she wasn’t trying to look like a boy. They loved giving her makeovers and doing her fingernails. They first found out she may have a problem when they were shot down cold, and rudely, asking if they could paint her toenails.
Her friends would not let the Marc question drop though. As they walked across the South Florida campus to class, they peppered her with questions. This was the third guy this semester she had broken up with and both her friends suspected they knew the reason.
“It better not have anything to do with feet Mallory.” Rose said.
Mallory whirled around. Her black ponytail swung around so hard Tina had to take a step back to avoid being whipped by it.
“It’s not my fault every guy I date has a foot fetish” she growled. When I got out of the shower I saw I had forgotten my socks and had to run to the drawer to get them. Marc saw me, said I had cute toes, and said he would give me a foot rub! I just can’t be with someone obsessed with something as disgusting as feet!” Mallory said, tears springing to her eyes.
Without another word, Mallory took off running back to her dorm room. Tina took a step to follow her and Rose grabbed her by the shoulder and said, “We need to talk.”
Rose and Tina skipped class and headed to their usual hangout spot, the coffee shop just across from the campus.
“We have to do something about Mallory.” Rose said. Brushing her long blonde hair out of her face.
“What are we going to do Rose?” Tina replied. “We have talked until we are blue in the face. You can actually see her shut down when the word “feet” is mentioned. She doesn’t hear anything beyond that.”
“We can both see her phobia is ruining her life. We live in Florida and she won’t go to the beach because “everyone has their feet out”. Rose said.
Tina frowned and said “I forgot about her, ummm, condition one day and asked her on the phone if she wanted to get a pedicure, and she hung up on me and wouldn’t talk to me for two days. She’s usually one of my favorite people but when this comes up she can actually be more than a little bitchy.”
Rose said “We need to take action and help her. We have to show her tough love. When drugs are ruining a loved one’s life just accepting it is not an option. An intervention has to take place.”
“How on earth do we have a foot intervention!?” Tina said.
Rose picked up her coffee took a sip and looked her friend dead in the eye “Exposure.”
Mallory lay in her bed the rest of the day. She got home and changed into her pajamas, and her ever-present socks and ruminated how life wasn’t fair. Every time she found a seemingly great guy, she found out he was obsessed with her feet.
Before Marc, was Ben. He was perfect, that is until she admitted her phobia to him on a date and he said, “I don’t know, I think feet are cute. I have caught a glimpse of yours before and they are nice.” She immediately left and ghosted him.
Before Ben was Zac. Zac was the man of her dreams, until once, after a great date, they started to play wrestle and he ripped off a sock and tickled her. It took Tina and Rose an hour to convince her not to turn Zac in for assault. She broke it off with him with a text before blocking his number.
Maybe she was just meant to be alone. She thought as she laid morosely in bed that it would be better to never be in a relationship than with a guy that wanted nothing as much as to play with her feet. She drifted off to sleep and had nightmares of feet.
She woke up the next morning to pounding at her door. She knew whom it was “Go away,” she said, pulling the cover over her head.
The door opened and Mallory thought “why did I give them a key?”
“Get dressed, we are going to the beach house.” Tina said.
“No, I’m not going anywhere.” Mallory groused.
Thirty minutes of nagging and cajoling later, the three girls were on the way to Tina’s grandfather’s beach house. It was the envy of everyone at school, and they had thrown many parties there. It was a secluded house all by itself on a beach on some no-name key island. The house was built just before zoning rules were changed making the whole key protected. The government tried unsuccessfully to get the house condemned, but was only successful in preventing any future houses from being built, so her grandfather had a house on the beach with no neighbors.
The three girls pulled their overnight bags out of the trunk and walked inside. It was Saturday and the plan was to spend all day Saturday and Sunday here and head back Monday morning before their mid-day classes.
Mallory walked in and before she knew what was happening her friends rushed her. She was so stunned she barely offered any resistance as she was pushed onto the sofa face-down by Tina. Rose quickly grabbed her hands and pulled the padded cuffs she had used on many boyfriends, and slapped them on Mallory.
“What the HELL!?” Mallory screamed, finally finding her wits. Tina continued holding her torso down as Rose deftly tied her ankles together with a scarf and used another to tie her bare knees together.
After she was secured they let go of her. She thrashed furiously.
“Let me go right now! I don’t care what kind of prank this is, this isn’t funny.” Mallory said staring daggers at her friends.
“Listen Mallory, we are your friends and we love you, but your phobia is ruining your life. We are going to help you get over it. We are going to help you learn to love feet.”
The last word hit Mallory like a slap. She would never tolerate feet, much less love them. She hated everyone’s feet, especially her own.
Rose continued, “You may hate us at first for this, but we care too much to let this continue.
The two girls flipped the now furiously cursing girl over onto her back. Tina lifted her head up, and sat down on the couch, and put her head in her lap. Mallory’s face was red with rage glaring back at her. That look turned to panic as she felt Rose sitting down, and placing her feet on her lap, and then tugging off her converse sneakers. She bucked and tried to kick Tina with her socked feet but she was too tightly secured to do much more than squirm.
Rose grabbed her feet and began to massage the moist socks.
“Stop it, don’t touch them. It’s awful!” Mallory screamed.
“It’s just a little foot rub.” Rose said kneading her feet through her socks.
On one rub she accidentally ran a single finger down the sole. Mallory shrieked.
“Oh is someone ticklish?” Tina said smiling down at her friend.
One of the reasons Mallory hated her feet was how ridiculously ticklish they were. She had been tickled just a few handfuls of times in her entire life and she could not take it. The slightest touch made her come unraveled especially on her feet. She loved roughhousing with her brothers back home but they wouldn’t hesitate to tickle her. It instantly took all the fight out of her and she became just as helpless as could be.
Rose ran her fingers down the socks several more times and Mallory erupted into laughter.
“Wow, I never would have thought out little Mallory was all ticklish.” Rose teased. “Let’s see what you have been hiding for us all this time.” She pulled her socks off.
“I am pissed!” Rose said. “You have perfect feet and you keep them covered up!”
Mallory’s feet were larger than average, pale, and completely flawless. The toes were perfect stair steps. Rose felt the sole with her hand and it was butter soft. Rose thought “she could absolutely be a foot model.”
Tina was impressed too. “I thought my toostie’s were cute, but yours are adorable!”
Mallory was mortified. Her feet were bare and people were looking at them! People were talking about them with her. This was intolerable! “Put my socks back on!” She screamed.
“Nope.” Mallory said. She ran her finger down the sole and Mallory’s previous laughter was just a prelude to these.
Rose slowly and methodically ran her fingers up and down her soles. Her feet wiggled furiously and she tried to raise her legs, but there was nowhere to go. She began to try and cover her soles with the other foot.
“Ok, enough of this nonsense.” Rose said and pulled out a small zip tie and zip-tied her big toes together. Now all she could do was futilely wiggle her toes.
Rose decided to switch tactics and scribbled her long nails on her soles. Mallory’s laughter became infused with shrieks. As she tried to buck, but could barely move.
“I have never seen such ticklish feet!” Tina laughed to Rose.
“Probably one reason she keeps them covered.” Rose said. We need to get her used to it.
Despair washed over Mallory, she could never get used to this. This was torture. Her face betrayed her though. A large smile was plastered on her lips against her will, and desperate laughter poured out as Rose continued to work her smooth soles over.
After an hour of non-stop scribbling Mallory was reduced to silent laughter. Tina just rubbed the tears off her cheeks and said “This for your own good.”
Finally, Rose stopped and said “switch”.
Mallory was barely aware of what was happening as the girls changed places and she was now staring up at Rose.
She just had time to say “Please” before Tina’s even longer nails made contact and her mind lost all ability to do anything except focus on her feet.
“Ok Mal, we are going to step it up a bit now.” Tina said.
Mallory felt tickling stop but before relief could set in she felt something warm and wet around her toes. She was confused then realized Tina was sucking her toes!
“Nooooo!” She yelled. “Stop!”
Rose was very glad that there were no neighbors. This was turning out to be very noisy. Her ears were ringing. She had a thought. She snatched up Mallory’s sweaty sock she had discarded on the floor and shoved it inside out, toe first ,into her mouth, instantly turning her complaints into muffled grunts.
This was hell and Mallory was in it. She was having her feet “worshipped” by her now ex-friend, while she was tasting her own foot sweat. This was so unfair, they knew how much she HATED feet. How could they do this?
Tina begin to nibble on her toes and Mallory once again dissolved into laughter, this time into her socks. The toe-sucking turned into foot licking. The arches were intolerable but the between the toes made her think she might actually lose her mind.
After an interminable time of the unwanted foot worship, Mallory felt the sock being removed from her and a water bottle brought her mouth and she drank deeply. Afterward, she was lowered to the floor.
“Ok Mal, you have two choices here. One is more tickling." Rose said.
“Please no, please, please no more.” Mallory said weakly.
"The other option is you get to worship our pretty feet." Tina said.
Mallory had to fight not to cry. She couldn’t take any more tickling, she just couldn’t, but having to have a foot in her own mouth seemed worse than being asked to drink poison. After she hesitated too long Tina ran her nail down her sole and she screamed. “OK OK, I’ll do it, please don’t tickle me anymore!”
“You won’t be needing to see.” Rose said, and quickly tied another scarf around her eyes.
She heard her friends sit on the couch and then Rose say “Ok, Mallory, you saw I was wearing my flip flops today, so mine are a little dirty. I need you to focus on licking them for now. Start with the arches, and I’ll tell you when they are clean then you can focus on my toes. She felt a warm foot on her face. She hesitated but when she heard Tina stirring at her foot she outstretched her tongue and ran it up the arch. There was just the slight musty taste of dirt, but knowing what she was doing made her have to fight not to gag. She could count on one hand how many times she had even touched a bare foot and now she was licking one.
The sole was surprisingly soft. The girls all loved to play sports and spent a lot of time at various parks to find pickup basketball or soccer games. Invariably her friends would end up barefoot in the grassy areas either playing hacky sack or just enjoying the grass on their feet. A disgusting practice that she forced herself to ignore. She figured all the barefooting would make them rough, but they were still soft. She forced herself to imagine she was licking something like a hand to tamp down her revulsion. But soon enough Rose said, “Now suck my toes”.
There was no way to trick her mind here. The toes had an unmistakable feel in her mouth and a more "feet like" taste. She was sucking toes and she couldn’t not think about it. After repeating the same awful task for her so-called friend's other foot they traded places.
Tina’s foot was just as soft as her friend’s. She had been wearing Ked’s so they weren’t dirty but they were sweaty and tasted like feet so unmistakeably she couldn’t even pretend she was doing anything other than worshipping feet the entire time. Getting in between her toes was so difficult for her.
After she finished Mallory sighed. She was defeated but at least she had to be done.
Rose said, now rest for a bit then we will try the electric tooth brushes.
“WHAT!?”
Mallory found out that not only was an electric toothbrush hell on her soles, but so was a hairbrush, a fork, paintbrushes, and a whole host of other things her friends had managed to smuggle in their bags.
The next two days were very difficult for Mallory. It was constant tickling and foot exposure. She was tied spread eagle to the bed upside down the two nights they were at the house and slept between her friends' feet both nights. Since she was gagged at night, she usually had at least one foot plastered over her nose forcing her to smell all night. By the end of the ordeal, she knew exactly the extent of her ticklishness, and could identify her friends' feet by smell, touch, or taste. The fact that she now knew that was so depressing to her.
Monday morning before untying her they had a talk.
“Ok, Mallory.” Rose said. I know you hate us right now. “I can’t really blame you. I think in time you will thank us, but not yet.”
“Damn right I am not thanking you! I’m turning your ass in to the Dean the second I get back.” Mal thought.
“I know you are planning on turning us in.” Rose said “I’m not stupid.” The only thing is, we recorded everything that happened here today.” Rose said pointing to the camera hidden in the bookcase. It’s uploaded to the cloud. If you do everything we say for the rest of the semester, we will give you the tape. If you want to use it as evidence against us, well, that’s your decision, but if you don’t do what we say for the next two months we will release the tapes online. It will be edited to make it look like you enjoyed it, and all the students will have seen your feet in the most helpless positions, know how ticklish you are, and think you are obsessed with feet. Even if you change schools you know once something is out there it will haunt you forever.”
She stopped talking and let this info sink into her friend. It dawned on Mallory she really was screwed. She couldn’t have that tape out there, she would have to play whatever game her ex-friends wanted her to play for two months, hope they weren’t lying, then nail their asses to the wall.
The next thing Tina and Rose did was remove all her shoes from her dorm. Mallory was horrified to learn that she would be attending all her classes barefoot. If she needed shoes she had to go them for permission. If they saw so much as a sock on her they would release the tape.
She walked through the halls barefoot and saw everyone glancing at her feet and she was crimson red with embarrassment the entire time. A couple of hippie girls ran up to her outside and gave her a high five when they saw her bare feet. She just blushed even brighter and kept walking.
The next day Tina and Rose forced her to go with them to get pedicures. It was the type of hell she expected, as she was so ticklish every eye was on her as she made a scene as they scrubbed her soles. The nail techs giggled throughout the whole humiliating ordeal. The girls made her get a neon pink color that would catch any eye in a room instantly.
Next, they took her shopping. They made her walk through the mall barefoot and she saw at once it was already worse. She saw people noticing her now neon toes from halfway across the mall. They drug her into stores and bought her toe rings for every toe and forced her to wear them. She had one with a star on it, one with a ruby, and one with a cat. There was no rhyme or reason for the designs, they were just meant to draw attention to her toes. The one Tina and Rose liked the most was one with a pair of silver soles on them. They made her get one for each foot of that one.
She thought her humiliation was complete but they went into the last store of the day and got her the finishing touch, an anklet for each foot. They each had bells on them. Every step she took would now draw attention. She had literal alarms for her bare feet. When they got back to her dorm they poured a drop of crazy glue on the clasp of the anklet so it could not be removed without them knowing.
During the shopping trip, the girls had acted like they were still her friend. They joked with her but in a good-natured way, not a mocking way. They forced her to talk about feet a lot, but they weren’t treating her as their victim.
They did force her to rub their feet frequently, even in public. To start with this was a fate worse than death. She once couldn’t even touch a foot, but now she was doing it where everyone would see. But it eventually got to be second nature. Apparently, she did it so much a few other girls asked if she would mind rubbing their feet after a game of soccer or basketball. She found herself agreeing even when her friends weren’t around, and enjoying the feeling of a soft bare foot in her hand.
It was harder to get used to people seeing her feet though. She had always seen them as hideous creatures that had to be hidden at all times, but now they were not only able to be seen by anyone they almost demanded to be looked at.
The first month she hated her life. Every glance that people took at her feet made her want to crawl into a hole. She would be sitting in a class with her bare foot bobbing up and down and she would turn around and she would always have multiple people obviously staring at her feet, both male and females. She wish she could just hide them away but she had several classes with Tina and Rose and she knew she had to keep them on full display for everyone to look at.
She had people ask her about her feet every day as she was the only full time barefoot student there. She was actually having to talk about her feet to strangers. Answering questions, about why she was barefoot, and receiving tons of compliments. The part of her she didn’t want to ever be seen were now a daily topic of discussion.
But then, one day things started to change. She noticed that when people glanced at her feet not only did she not mind… did she enjoy it? Wasn’t she beginning to enjoy the frequent compliments about her feet? Didn’t she find herself more and more admiring her once, pale, now tan feet?
She found herself becoming a little more outgoing. She developed a nickname on campus. “I hear “Jingles” coming." was a common response to her approach. All the people talking to her had caused her to be more open to talking to more people. She began noticing who was looking at her feet and she began putting on a show for them. Wiggling her toes and sliding her fingers in between her toes.
Despite her misgivings with her friends, she found herself forgiving them despite herself. They never acted any different towards her in all this but the relief on their faces was palpable when she started talking to them in a friendly manner again.
Two weeks before the end of the semester, she approached the cutest guy in any of her classes. He obviously stared at her feet every day. She walked up to him after class and said “Were you staring at my feet?”
He turned beet red and said “No!”
She said, “Oh, that’s a shame.” and turned to walk away.
She wasn’t surprised to hear him following he and say “Hey wait up!”
Two weeks later the three friends were walking through the park barefoot enjoying the grass between their toes on the last day of the semester. Tina pulled something out from her pocket and handed it to Mallory.
“What’s this?” Mal said.
“The flash drive with the only copy of our day at the beach house.” Tina said.
“Great! I’ve got someone who would love to see this!” Mallory said.
Both of her friend’s hearts sank. They thought that everything had worked out so well, but she was going to turn them in after all.
“Brian can’t get enough of my feet; we can watch this while he tickles my feet. I thought all my prior boyfriend’s had foot fetishes but now that I have one that really does I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Mallory said smiling.
All three friends laughed at this unexpected statement.
Mallory was happy, she loved her friends, she loved her new boyfriend, and she loved feet.
