“My Creepy Ex” Part 2
Jake: “I think you should reconsider, Kate. I’m not saying you have to get back with me right away. But I think the reasonable thing to do would be to call off this wedding until we get a chance to talk and see where things stand now.”
Kate: “Jake, are you out of your fucking mind?! Untie us and get out of my mom’s house! I’m never getting back with you! Is that clear enough?!”
Jake: “Maybe you just need something to help you think about this more clearly.”
Kate tried to steady herself as Jake walked over behind her. She took controlled breaths and focused her thoughts toward not laughing like a lunatic when the tickling started. But honestly, Kate was extremely nervous about being tickled in front of her friends and family. Jake already knew exactly where her most sensitive areas were and just how to exploit them. Kate tried not to show it in front of the bridal shower guests, but she was dreading what was about to happen.
Jake rested the rounded bristle tips on Kate’s fleshy, bare soles. Kate felt her stomach tense in horrid anticipation. Since their nasty breakup, she had not been tickled more than a few seconds and had no intentions of being tickled uncontrollably ever again. But there was nothing she could do about this situation. Jake was about to make her go crazy and she didn’t know for how long. The stillness before the tickling seemed to go on forever. Kate glanced around and noticed seven distraught, concerned expressions from the other bridal shower attendees. It was going to be so embarrassing if she started laughing hysterically in front of them.
The hairbrush started to move in slow, methodical circles across Kate’s upturned soles, making her feet jolt and kick a little at the old familiar sensations. Kate caught her initial laughter in her throat and kept her teeth clenched to stay quiet. Her feet had always been a pretty sensitive area, part of why Jake had been so attracted to her she guessed. He kept rubbing the hairbrush bristles across her tender soles in a figure 8 pattern. The feeling was driving her mad, but she thought it best to keep silent without reacting too much.
Jake increased his tempo and altered his pattern so that the brush traveled in random zig zags across his ex’s bare feet. Kate started to snicker and giggle as she wiggled her feet around. The feeling of losing control was starting to creep up into her mind and it just wouldn’t let her keep her feet still. Kate’s pleasantly pretty peds were naked and vulnerable to the bristles as they rubbed across her tender arches and heels. Of all the tickling tools Jake had used on her before, she remembered how awful the hairbrush was especially. He used to gag her when she got too loud in her apartment because sometimes neighbors called the cops to check on the noise.
Kate’s willpower started to fade. Even with her friends, coworkers, and even her own mother watching her intently, she just couldn’t stand having her feet tickled. Heavy laughter forced its way out of her mouth as Jake pressed the plastic-tipped bristles into her arches and scrubbed them sadistically. Kate felt ashamed as embarrassment washed over her. She clenched her eyes shut as she laughed because she didn’t want to see the others watching her break down. It wasn’t just some silly tickling; it was her crazy ex fiancé forcing a reaction from her and asserting his dominance essentially one last time. And Kate was powerless to stop him because her feet were so sensitive.
When the hairbrush was pulled away, Kate hoped for a second that Jake was done. Maybe that would be it and he would leave. How wrong she was. Within a couple seconds, she felt his fingers scribbling across her size 8.5 soles like mad. Kate squealed laughter and writhed around while Jake wrapped an arm around her ankles to steady her. His thin fingers caressed and tormented every major area of her feet. Kate was panicking. Fuck it tickled horribly. She didn’t remember it being quite so terrible but it was. Kate knew she was going crazy in front of the other guests but she couldn’t help it. Her intentions to reassure and calm them were out the window. Kate was sure they were all terrified now from watching her be tickled first.
Jake absolutely loved prodding between her strong toes, scratching down her warm, silky arches, and messing with her surprisingly soft heels as she wiggled her feet. But he recalled her worst spot was her incredibly tender insteps. Jake snuck his fingers down into the depths of her arches and scratched along the sides of Kate’s feet. Her mind went into fight or flight mode when he attacked her most sensitive area. But since she could do neither, Kate just instantly screamed and bucked up and down on the floor. She was screaming before she was even aware that she was going to scream.
Kate tried to fight against the horrid tickling sensations but Jake knew just how to break her...and quickly. Which was no surprise. He had spent years tickling her and learning just the right way to touch and torment her. His determined fingers wrestled with her ever-squirming feet to tickle her hypersensitive insteps. Kate wanted so badly to at least appear like she had a measure of self-control but she screamed like a little girl. It was pathetic and she felt humiliated being reduced to a laughing mess so easily.
Kate: “HAHAHAHAHA!! JAKE, STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN’T BE DOING THIS ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHA!! WE AREN’T TOGETHER!! YOU CAN’T JUST SHOW UP HERE AND TICKLE ME!!”
As Kate went crazy with laughter, the other women in the circle tried to reassure her. They yelled at Jake, especially Kate’s friends, Whitney and Alice on either side of her. Jake could have tickled Kate for hours, but the other bound women enticed him to move on. He stopped tickling Kate and moved over behind Alice, the fiery redhead lying to Kate’s left. Alice tried not to show her worry about the situation as the attention seemed to shift over to her. She craned her head to one side and tried to look behind her.
Jake: “It’s okay if you’ve already changed your mind, Kate. I’m willing to stop all this if you just promise me to give us another chance.”
Kate: “What?! No! Tickling me is one thing, but now you’re going to tickle other people as some sort of sick incentive to get me to change my mind?!”
Alice: “Hey...hey what are you doing back there? You’ve had your fun with Kate. You got what you came for. Now leave!”
Jake: “Alice, I’ve always admired your feet. I thought you should know that. I can’t leave without finally getting my hands on them.”
Alice shifted anxiously and had an angry expression on her face as she pulled at her ropes. Jake encircled her ankles and started lightly dancing his other hand across her pale soles. They felt immaculate. He could tell right away just by the tenderness and feel of her heels that Alice was just one of those genetically gifted girls that had awesome, low-maintenance feet. She didn’t strike him as the type that went to get frequent pedicures. Alice probably had naturally smooth feet and didn’t even realize how fortunate she was.
Jake’s fingers explored her supple arches and pried under her strong toes that were curled down defiantly. Alice’s warm, silky feet felt wonderful to the touch and he absolutely went crazy for the contrast her bright red polish created against her white toes. To her credit, Alice was doing a fair job of not laughing too much. She mostly just snickered and giggled as Jake stroked the bottoms of her size 8 feet. But although she wasn’t being very loud, Jake could tell he was really bothering her when he stroked Alice’s soft soles.
Alice giggled and grunted as she scolded Jake, “This is (giggles) so dumb! Knock it off! I’m not even (giggles)...this is just so stupid! Get away from my feet, weirdo!” Jake ignored her; he was mesmerized by her wiggling soles. He had always fantasized about touching Alice’s feet and now was his chance. And they did not disappoint. Jake was captivated by how silky and inviting they were. And the fact that they were somewhat ticklish was a big plus. Alice was doing a decent job of holding back her true reactions, but it was still fun getting some type of rise out of the sassy redhead.
She kicked her legs as best she could given the hogtie position. The movement still jostled Jake as he flicked his fingers over her flailing soles. Alice grunted and giggled as she squirmed about. She hated being tickled and touched like this in general. More so the feeling of being out of control. Alice blew her long hair out of her face and tried not to smile as Jake played with her milky arches.
Jake moved on to Jen, Kate’s old college sorority sister and roommate. She had been watching intently as Kate and Alice had their turns, but now she just hung her head and stared at the carpet. Jake had seen Jen barefoot plenty of times when he visited Kate at her old apartment. But that had been mostly discrete glances in her direction. Maybe if he was lucky, they would all watch a movie together and he could look at Jen’s feet instead of the T.V. while she was distracted.
Jake: “I’ll give you another chance, Kate. Dump this loser you’re with and reconsider my offer. Or else Jen is going to get it.”
Kate: “Jake! I already told you that isn’t happening! Leave Jen alone! She didn’t do anything to deserve this!”
Jen had always sensed that Jake was kind of a creep but just never brought it up to Kate. She even suspected him of liking her feet. Now that Jake was kneeling behind her salivating over her bare, meaty size 9.5 soles, there was no denying it but what could she do? Jen had been right after all. She instantly remembered some of the weirder moments she had with Jake during her time living with Kate. Like once she had been watching T.V. while Kate went to class. Jake had stayed over the night before but came out of Kate’s room and sat on the couch where Jen was lying. Jen had thought it was weird that he didn’t sit somewhere else. And then Jake pulled her feet up on his lap and started giving her an unsolicited foot massage. Jen tried to tell him he didn’t have to do that, but Jake insisted he was just being nice. She felt uncomfortable the whole time he was rubbing her feet and swore she could feel him getting hard with her feet in his lap.
Jake drank in the sight of Jen’s wrinkly, cushioned soles all scrunched up. He loved how she was so nervous that the tips of her toes were turning white from clenching down. Jake started running his wiggling fingers across her arches, making her jolt and giggle. He danced his fingertips over her heels and then back toward her toes. Jen wasn’t reacting as intensely to the finger tickling as Kate or Alice, but still had some decent giggles. Jake continued to explore her feet to see if he could find a really ticklish spot. He pried up some of her toes and tickled the warm, chubby undersides of a few of them. Jen laughed and kicked her feet about to break his grip on her.
Jen: “Ugh, knock it off! Hehehehe! I knew it! I knew you were into feet! Haha! God, you’re weird! Who likes tickling anyway?! Jake, leave me the fuck alone! I don’t want to do this right now! You’ve completely ruined hehehehe stop! You’ve ruined Kate’s bridal shower! Can’t you just fuck off?!”
Jake started roaming his fingers all over Jen’s wrinkly arches. He scratched below her toes, down into her deep arches, and across the firm heels. She giggled and kicked but her laughter never got too out of control. It didn’t dissuade Jake though; he knew he was just getting acquainted with the sensitive of Jen’s feet for now. He continued stroking and exploring her cushioned soles while she fidgeted and grunted in frustration. Jake loved when he pissed Jen off so much by toying with a sensitive area that it caused her to wrinkle her feet down tight.
Jake loved tormenting Jen, but she started becoming desensitized to the sensations after several minutes. Jake decided to quit while he was ahead and scooted over to Rebecca, one of Kate’s coworkers. The sweet redhead looked very concerned and kept looking left and right as she tried to keep an eye on Jake as he shifted over behind her.
Jake: “Well, Kate? I can keep going around the group unless there’s something you want to say...”
Kate: “You’re insane! Jake, this is a crime! You can’t do this! Please don’t bother Rebecca! She doesn’t deserve to be treated this way just for coming to my bridal shower!”
Rebecca: “Hey wait, I don’t even know you! I don’t have anything to do with you and Kate! You could just let me go and aaahhh hehehehehehe!”
Jake surprised Kate’s coworker with sudden finger tickles across her pale, bare size 7 soles. Rebecca shouted and then melted into giggles and laughter as she wiggled her feet around. Her sweet, bright smile was beaming across her face as Jake fluttered his fingers wildly across her squirming soles. He was pleasantly surprised with how sensitive Rebecca’s feet appeared to be as she shouted and laughed with a fairly strong reaction. She rocked from side to side and kept scrunching up her body as she laughed and giggled helplessly.
Every so often, Jake would glance over and catch Kate looking worriedly at her coworker. He knew Kate felt awful about seeing her friends being put through such a torturous experience. It was almost like Kate was just as bothered by seeing her friends tickled as she was when it was being done to her. Jake decided to keep testing that theory. He held Rebecca’s ankles firmly and started working his fingers along the warm, tender undersides of her toes. He knew that this lady had nothing to do with him and Kate, but it was still a thrill to make her scream laughter. Rebecca laughed sweetly and jolted about sporadically as a strange man tickled her sensitive tootsies.
Rebecca’s milky cheeks were starting to turn a light shade of pink as she laughed and giggled. Jake fluttered his hand up and down her lean, feminine soles. Rebecca felt so foolish being made to laugh so easily by a man who was clearly out of his mind. She thought her fear of this situation would overwhelm her desire to laugh, but she was proven wrong. Rebecca shouted, “Please stop! Hahahahaha!! I’m sorry! Hahahaha!! I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Hahahahaha!! I don’t know what you want me to do! Hahahaha! Please leave my feet alone!”
As much as Rebecca’s strong reaction pleased him, Jake decided to go to the next lady in the circle. Gwen was the tall, skinny blonde with big feet that worked in the Mother/Baby Unit with Kate at the hospital. When she saw Jake maneuvering over behind her, she grunted and gave her ropes one last tug to see if she could get her hands free. Gwen really didn’t want to be tickled in front of a group of people. She really gave this last effort her all. But nothing happened. And soon, all she felt was Jake’s arm encircling her ankles. Gwen instinctively tried to kick her legs to knock him away, which didn’t have much affect.
Then Gwen felt a flurry of fingers wiggling across her long, bare soles. The blonde let out a sudden gasp and then gritted her bared teeth in a struggle to keep any further laughter in. Jake frantically darted his fingers across her big size 10’s. He kept it random and never settled on an area for too long. Gwen held her breath and closed her eyes as she focused all her effort into not letting the giggles out or moving too much. She didn’t want Jake to think she was even a little ticklish in hopes that he would move on quickly.
Jake: “You’re awfully quiet for someone whose feet keep wiggling. Are you sure this doesn’t tickle? These big feet of yours seem more sensitive than you’re letting on. No? Maybe you like this then? Maybe you actually enjoy me playing with your feet?”
Gwen: “You’re wasting......your time.”
Jake rubbed her tender heels, spidered his fingertips maniacally up her spacious arches, and explored under and between her long toes. Gwen couldn’t keep everything in. Hisses and giggles spilled out in accidental bouts as she failed to keep quiet. She had better control than Rebecca, but Jake could see Gwen’s feet kick and jolt every few seconds or so as he played with her soles. Jake looked forward to really seeing what made Gwen freak out, but for now he needed to move on.
Kate’s mother, Christine, was next. The beautiful MILF looked at Jake like she wanted to strangle him. Christine had a grimace on her face as Jake knelt behind her and got into position. He looked down at her meaty, size 9 soles. They were wrinkly and he loved the dark purple toenail polish. Christine’s feet looked very similar to her daughter’s as far as shape. Jake was a big fan of them and cherished the times when he got to see her feet in flip flops or something revealing. Christine called back behind her, “You’ll never get away with this! I’ll report you to the police as soon as you leave! Do you understand me?! I never thought you were good for my daughter. And if you have any sense, you’ll know that Kate will never marry you! Do I make myself clear?”
Jake: “Let me make myself clear, Mrs. Thompson. Your husband isn’t home. Nobody knows you ladies are here in this situation. I need your daughter to listen to reason. And the best way for me to get her to do that right now is for her to see me tickle your feet. So try and relax, Mrs. Thompson. You can’t stop me anyway so feel free to laugh as much as you want.”
Christine started to say something else but was rudely interrupted by Jake’s fingers tickling her deep arches. She shrieked and instantly abandoned her attempt to scold Jake. Now she was giggling quite a bit and trying to keep it from turning into full blown laughter. Jake wiggled his menacing fingers across Christine’s impressive arches, which had her shaking her head as she giggled. He explored around her plump toes, making sure to maneuver his fingers between the clenched tootsies. Christine felt like a little girl being made to laugh and giggle so easily. Jake was very pleased with how ticklish Kate’s mother appeared to be. He taunted her by saying, “Oh so sensitive. Like mother, like daughter, right Mrs. Thompson?”
Christine growled and twisted about as her meaty, size 9 feet were at the mercy of her daughter’s ex. She hated feeling his cruel fingers scratching all over her sensitive skin. Christine began to laugh harder the longer Jake stuck with it. She tried so hard to be stoic and unmoved by the silly tactics, but she just couldn’t help herself. Fits of laughter bubbled forth from the MILF as Jake stroked her mature soles. Christine hated to think that this is what her daughter had to put up with for the duration of her college years and she, as her mother, had no idea it was even going on. Her lovely daughter was being tied up and tickled mercilessly by her jerk of a boyfriend and Christine was oblivious to it. And she definitely didn’t realize how terrible tickling could be until now.
Kate watched as her mother was struggling to keep herself together. Guilt weighed heavy on her heart as she watched Jake flutter his fingers across Christine’s flailing soles as they crossed over one another desperately while her mom giggled and laughed. Kate pleaded with Jake, “Just stop! My mom didn’t do anything to you! Jake, just leave her alone! God, you’re so mean! Why are you doing this?!”
Christine: “Hahahahaha!! It’s okay, sweetie! Hehehehehe!! Mommy’s fine! Hahahahaha!! This will all be eeeehehehehehe over soon!”
Jake: “This could all be avoided if you just agree to call off your wedding. All I’m asking for is a chance, Kate. Just give me another shot. I didn’t want it to come to this but if you aren’t going to be reasonable...then I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling all of you.”
There was a collective groan of disapproval and dread from the bound women. Christine was still struggling as Jake’s fingers dug into her deep arches. She tried to uphold the demeanor of an accomplished, respectable woman that wasn’t fazed by something as juvenile as a little tickling but the barrage of intense sensations got the better of her. The preschool director laughed and squirmed her feet around trying to get them away from Jake. She felt so powerless.
Jake kept moving and went on to Grace next, Kate’s soon to be sister-in-law. The youthful college student saw that it was her turn and immediately began whining and tensing her body. Her small, size 6.5 feet were crossed over each other already as Grace dreaded what was about to happen. Jake looked like a shark that sensed prey. He merely rested his fingers on the young blonde’s soles and watched as she pouted and whined anxiously.
Grace might have been too overwhelmed with the situation to dare say anything right now. But Jake didn’t need to hear her say anything to know he had a lively one in front of him. As he began ever so slowly wiggling his fingers around, Grace hissed and giggled pathetically. Jake gently caressed his fingertips over her baby-soft skin and reveled in the laughter that broke out. Grace kicked her feet and writhed around in a panic. Jake didn’t go anywhere near all out but did increase the severity of his finger strokes. She shouted and bucked around like crazy. Grace’s tiny feet were hyper-ticklish...unfortunately for her.
Her soles were exquisitely soft and offered her no protection against a tickle attack. Grace’s feet were so sensitive that she began twisting and flailing to either side to try and get away. Jake really had to hold her legs tight to keep her feet in front of him. Grace thought being tickled in front of all these guests would be embarrassing but the truth of it was, she was so overwhelmed by the tickling that she barely noticed anyone else. All she wanted in that moment was for Jake to stop touching her feet.
Jake knew he would have more fun with Grace later. He shifted over to the final woman in the loose circle, Whitney. Her fierce gaze met Jake’s as he came for her feet. Whitney’s soft, pampered size 7.5’s were bound in the air behind her and there was nothing she could do to stop the imminent tickle attack.
Jake: “Ready for your turn, sweetheart?”
Whitney: “You’re such a creep, you know that?! What kind of man does this to a bunch of helpless women?! I always knew you were into some weird shit too. I told Kate how I woke up on her couch one time in college and realized my socks had been removed. She told me I must have kicked them off in my sleep, but I like sleeping in socks so I didn’t make sense to me. She just didn’t want to believe that you might have been messing with my feet while I was passed out!”
“Alright, Detective Whitney...you’re on to me. Ready for some laughs now?” Jake teased as he started running his fingers across her lean, feminine soles. Whitney jumped and gave a surprised shout when she felt him. Giggles soon followed, but Whitney was determined to hold in her laughter. She hated Jake and refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how ticklish her feet were.
Jake was fascinated with how lovely and well-developed Whitney’s feet were. He played with her thin toes, which made her feet shake. He scratched at the tender pads below her toes and her soft heels. Whitney’s breathing was strained but she kept the discipline of containing her laughs, even though it was obvious by her shifting around that she was terribly uncomfortable. Jake pulled her toes back and trickled his fingertips down the squishy pads below her toes and then further down her high arches. Whitney let out some squeaks but suppressed the laughter struggling so hard to get out. She kicked her legs as much as she could and tried to cross her feet.
Jake found it amusing that she was fighting her laughter so hard. He had always wanted to know what it would be like to tickle Kate’s best friend. Whitney seemed spirited as she squirmed around and made strained grunts and groans while Jake played with her soft soles.
Now that Jake had made it full circle, he asked Kate, “Have you reconsidered my offer? Or does this need to continue? Kate, remember the good times? Remember what we had?”
Kate: “The good times?! Jake, I had to get a restraining order against you! You tickled me non-stop even when I didn’t want you to! You’re crazy! Get some help! I’m not calling my wedding off, you crazy asshole!”
Jake walked over to his tickling supplies and picked out some of the items that Kate hated the most. Kate sighed and dipped her head as anxiety consumed her. “No, not that...please, Jake! I’m begging you!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Jake: “I think you should reconsider, Kate. I’m not saying you have to get back with me right away. But I think the reasonable thing to do would be to call off this wedding until we get a chance to talk and see where things stand now.”
Kate: “Jake, are you out of your fucking mind?! Untie us and get out of my mom’s house! I’m never getting back with you! Is that clear enough?!”
Jake: “Maybe you just need something to help you think about this more clearly.”
Kate tried to steady herself as Jake walked over behind her. She took controlled breaths and focused her thoughts toward not laughing like a lunatic when the tickling started. But honestly, Kate was extremely nervous about being tickled in front of her friends and family. Jake already knew exactly where her most sensitive areas were and just how to exploit them. Kate tried not to show it in front of the bridal shower guests, but she was dreading what was about to happen.
Jake rested the rounded bristle tips on Kate’s fleshy, bare soles. Kate felt her stomach tense in horrid anticipation. Since their nasty breakup, she had not been tickled more than a few seconds and had no intentions of being tickled uncontrollably ever again. But there was nothing she could do about this situation. Jake was about to make her go crazy and she didn’t know for how long. The stillness before the tickling seemed to go on forever. Kate glanced around and noticed seven distraught, concerned expressions from the other bridal shower attendees. It was going to be so embarrassing if she started laughing hysterically in front of them.
The hairbrush started to move in slow, methodical circles across Kate’s upturned soles, making her feet jolt and kick a little at the old familiar sensations. Kate caught her initial laughter in her throat and kept her teeth clenched to stay quiet. Her feet had always been a pretty sensitive area, part of why Jake had been so attracted to her she guessed. He kept rubbing the hairbrush bristles across her tender soles in a figure 8 pattern. The feeling was driving her mad, but she thought it best to keep silent without reacting too much.
Jake increased his tempo and altered his pattern so that the brush traveled in random zig zags across his ex’s bare feet. Kate started to snicker and giggle as she wiggled her feet around. The feeling of losing control was starting to creep up into her mind and it just wouldn’t let her keep her feet still. Kate’s pleasantly pretty peds were naked and vulnerable to the bristles as they rubbed across her tender arches and heels. Of all the tickling tools Jake had used on her before, she remembered how awful the hairbrush was especially. He used to gag her when she got too loud in her apartment because sometimes neighbors called the cops to check on the noise.
Kate’s willpower started to fade. Even with her friends, coworkers, and even her own mother watching her intently, she just couldn’t stand having her feet tickled. Heavy laughter forced its way out of her mouth as Jake pressed the plastic-tipped bristles into her arches and scrubbed them sadistically. Kate felt ashamed as embarrassment washed over her. She clenched her eyes shut as she laughed because she didn’t want to see the others watching her break down. It wasn’t just some silly tickling; it was her crazy ex fiancé forcing a reaction from her and asserting his dominance essentially one last time. And Kate was powerless to stop him because her feet were so sensitive.
When the hairbrush was pulled away, Kate hoped for a second that Jake was done. Maybe that would be it and he would leave. How wrong she was. Within a couple seconds, she felt his fingers scribbling across her size 8.5 soles like mad. Kate squealed laughter and writhed around while Jake wrapped an arm around her ankles to steady her. His thin fingers caressed and tormented every major area of her feet. Kate was panicking. Fuck it tickled horribly. She didn’t remember it being quite so terrible but it was. Kate knew she was going crazy in front of the other guests but she couldn’t help it. Her intentions to reassure and calm them were out the window. Kate was sure they were all terrified now from watching her be tickled first.
Jake absolutely loved prodding between her strong toes, scratching down her warm, silky arches, and messing with her surprisingly soft heels as she wiggled her feet. But he recalled her worst spot was her incredibly tender insteps. Jake snuck his fingers down into the depths of her arches and scratched along the sides of Kate’s feet. Her mind went into fight or flight mode when he attacked her most sensitive area. But since she could do neither, Kate just instantly screamed and bucked up and down on the floor. She was screaming before she was even aware that she was going to scream.
Kate tried to fight against the horrid tickling sensations but Jake knew just how to break her...and quickly. Which was no surprise. He had spent years tickling her and learning just the right way to touch and torment her. His determined fingers wrestled with her ever-squirming feet to tickle her hypersensitive insteps. Kate wanted so badly to at least appear like she had a measure of self-control but she screamed like a little girl. It was pathetic and she felt humiliated being reduced to a laughing mess so easily.
Kate: “HAHAHAHAHA!! JAKE, STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU CAN’T BE DOING THIS ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHA!! WE AREN’T TOGETHER!! YOU CAN’T JUST SHOW UP HERE AND TICKLE ME!!”
As Kate went crazy with laughter, the other women in the circle tried to reassure her. They yelled at Jake, especially Kate’s friends, Whitney and Alice on either side of her. Jake could have tickled Kate for hours, but the other bound women enticed him to move on. He stopped tickling Kate and moved over behind Alice, the fiery redhead lying to Kate’s left. Alice tried not to show her worry about the situation as the attention seemed to shift over to her. She craned her head to one side and tried to look behind her.
Jake: “It’s okay if you’ve already changed your mind, Kate. I’m willing to stop all this if you just promise me to give us another chance.”
Kate: “What?! No! Tickling me is one thing, but now you’re going to tickle other people as some sort of sick incentive to get me to change my mind?!”
Alice: “Hey...hey what are you doing back there? You’ve had your fun with Kate. You got what you came for. Now leave!”
Jake: “Alice, I’ve always admired your feet. I thought you should know that. I can’t leave without finally getting my hands on them.”
Alice shifted anxiously and had an angry expression on her face as she pulled at her ropes. Jake encircled her ankles and started lightly dancing his other hand across her pale soles. They felt immaculate. He could tell right away just by the tenderness and feel of her heels that Alice was just one of those genetically gifted girls that had awesome, low-maintenance feet. She didn’t strike him as the type that went to get frequent pedicures. Alice probably had naturally smooth feet and didn’t even realize how fortunate she was.
Jake’s fingers explored her supple arches and pried under her strong toes that were curled down defiantly. Alice’s warm, silky feet felt wonderful to the touch and he absolutely went crazy for the contrast her bright red polish created against her white toes. To her credit, Alice was doing a fair job of not laughing too much. She mostly just snickered and giggled as Jake stroked the bottoms of her size 8 feet. But although she wasn’t being very loud, Jake could tell he was really bothering her when he stroked Alice’s soft soles.
Alice giggled and grunted as she scolded Jake, “This is (giggles) so dumb! Knock it off! I’m not even (giggles)...this is just so stupid! Get away from my feet, weirdo!” Jake ignored her; he was mesmerized by her wiggling soles. He had always fantasized about touching Alice’s feet and now was his chance. And they did not disappoint. Jake was captivated by how silky and inviting they were. And the fact that they were somewhat ticklish was a big plus. Alice was doing a decent job of holding back her true reactions, but it was still fun getting some type of rise out of the sassy redhead.
She kicked her legs as best she could given the hogtie position. The movement still jostled Jake as he flicked his fingers over her flailing soles. Alice grunted and giggled as she squirmed about. She hated being tickled and touched like this in general. More so the feeling of being out of control. Alice blew her long hair out of her face and tried not to smile as Jake played with her milky arches.
Jake moved on to Jen, Kate’s old college sorority sister and roommate. She had been watching intently as Kate and Alice had their turns, but now she just hung her head and stared at the carpet. Jake had seen Jen barefoot plenty of times when he visited Kate at her old apartment. But that had been mostly discrete glances in her direction. Maybe if he was lucky, they would all watch a movie together and he could look at Jen’s feet instead of the T.V. while she was distracted.
Jake: “I’ll give you another chance, Kate. Dump this loser you’re with and reconsider my offer. Or else Jen is going to get it.”
Kate: “Jake! I already told you that isn’t happening! Leave Jen alone! She didn’t do anything to deserve this!”
Jen had always sensed that Jake was kind of a creep but just never brought it up to Kate. She even suspected him of liking her feet. Now that Jake was kneeling behind her salivating over her bare, meaty size 9.5 soles, there was no denying it but what could she do? Jen had been right after all. She instantly remembered some of the weirder moments she had with Jake during her time living with Kate. Like once she had been watching T.V. while Kate went to class. Jake had stayed over the night before but came out of Kate’s room and sat on the couch where Jen was lying. Jen had thought it was weird that he didn’t sit somewhere else. And then Jake pulled her feet up on his lap and started giving her an unsolicited foot massage. Jen tried to tell him he didn’t have to do that, but Jake insisted he was just being nice. She felt uncomfortable the whole time he was rubbing her feet and swore she could feel him getting hard with her feet in his lap.
Jake drank in the sight of Jen’s wrinkly, cushioned soles all scrunched up. He loved how she was so nervous that the tips of her toes were turning white from clenching down. Jake started running his wiggling fingers across her arches, making her jolt and giggle. He danced his fingertips over her heels and then back toward her toes. Jen wasn’t reacting as intensely to the finger tickling as Kate or Alice, but still had some decent giggles. Jake continued to explore her feet to see if he could find a really ticklish spot. He pried up some of her toes and tickled the warm, chubby undersides of a few of them. Jen laughed and kicked her feet about to break his grip on her.
Jen: “Ugh, knock it off! Hehehehe! I knew it! I knew you were into feet! Haha! God, you’re weird! Who likes tickling anyway?! Jake, leave me the fuck alone! I don’t want to do this right now! You’ve completely ruined hehehehe stop! You’ve ruined Kate’s bridal shower! Can’t you just fuck off?!”
Jake started roaming his fingers all over Jen’s wrinkly arches. He scratched below her toes, down into her deep arches, and across the firm heels. She giggled and kicked but her laughter never got too out of control. It didn’t dissuade Jake though; he knew he was just getting acquainted with the sensitive of Jen’s feet for now. He continued stroking and exploring her cushioned soles while she fidgeted and grunted in frustration. Jake loved when he pissed Jen off so much by toying with a sensitive area that it caused her to wrinkle her feet down tight.
Jake loved tormenting Jen, but she started becoming desensitized to the sensations after several minutes. Jake decided to quit while he was ahead and scooted over to Rebecca, one of Kate’s coworkers. The sweet redhead looked very concerned and kept looking left and right as she tried to keep an eye on Jake as he shifted over behind her.
Jake: “Well, Kate? I can keep going around the group unless there’s something you want to say...”
Kate: “You’re insane! Jake, this is a crime! You can’t do this! Please don’t bother Rebecca! She doesn’t deserve to be treated this way just for coming to my bridal shower!”
Rebecca: “Hey wait, I don’t even know you! I don’t have anything to do with you and Kate! You could just let me go and aaahhh hehehehehehe!”
Jake surprised Kate’s coworker with sudden finger tickles across her pale, bare size 7 soles. Rebecca shouted and then melted into giggles and laughter as she wiggled her feet around. Her sweet, bright smile was beaming across her face as Jake fluttered his fingers wildly across her squirming soles. He was pleasantly surprised with how sensitive Rebecca’s feet appeared to be as she shouted and laughed with a fairly strong reaction. She rocked from side to side and kept scrunching up her body as she laughed and giggled helplessly.
Every so often, Jake would glance over and catch Kate looking worriedly at her coworker. He knew Kate felt awful about seeing her friends being put through such a torturous experience. It was almost like Kate was just as bothered by seeing her friends tickled as she was when it was being done to her. Jake decided to keep testing that theory. He held Rebecca’s ankles firmly and started working his fingers along the warm, tender undersides of her toes. He knew that this lady had nothing to do with him and Kate, but it was still a thrill to make her scream laughter. Rebecca laughed sweetly and jolted about sporadically as a strange man tickled her sensitive tootsies.
Rebecca’s milky cheeks were starting to turn a light shade of pink as she laughed and giggled. Jake fluttered his hand up and down her lean, feminine soles. Rebecca felt so foolish being made to laugh so easily by a man who was clearly out of his mind. She thought her fear of this situation would overwhelm her desire to laugh, but she was proven wrong. Rebecca shouted, “Please stop! Hahahahaha!! I’m sorry! Hahahaha!! I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Hahahahaha!! I don’t know what you want me to do! Hahahaha! Please leave my feet alone!”
As much as Rebecca’s strong reaction pleased him, Jake decided to go to the next lady in the circle. Gwen was the tall, skinny blonde with big feet that worked in the Mother/Baby Unit with Kate at the hospital. When she saw Jake maneuvering over behind her, she grunted and gave her ropes one last tug to see if she could get her hands free. Gwen really didn’t want to be tickled in front of a group of people. She really gave this last effort her all. But nothing happened. And soon, all she felt was Jake’s arm encircling her ankles. Gwen instinctively tried to kick her legs to knock him away, which didn’t have much affect.
Then Gwen felt a flurry of fingers wiggling across her long, bare soles. The blonde let out a sudden gasp and then gritted her bared teeth in a struggle to keep any further laughter in. Jake frantically darted his fingers across her big size 10’s. He kept it random and never settled on an area for too long. Gwen held her breath and closed her eyes as she focused all her effort into not letting the giggles out or moving too much. She didn’t want Jake to think she was even a little ticklish in hopes that he would move on quickly.
Jake: “You’re awfully quiet for someone whose feet keep wiggling. Are you sure this doesn’t tickle? These big feet of yours seem more sensitive than you’re letting on. No? Maybe you like this then? Maybe you actually enjoy me playing with your feet?”
Gwen: “You’re wasting......your time.”
Jake rubbed her tender heels, spidered his fingertips maniacally up her spacious arches, and explored under and between her long toes. Gwen couldn’t keep everything in. Hisses and giggles spilled out in accidental bouts as she failed to keep quiet. She had better control than Rebecca, but Jake could see Gwen’s feet kick and jolt every few seconds or so as he played with her soles. Jake looked forward to really seeing what made Gwen freak out, but for now he needed to move on.
Kate’s mother, Christine, was next. The beautiful MILF looked at Jake like she wanted to strangle him. Christine had a grimace on her face as Jake knelt behind her and got into position. He looked down at her meaty, size 9 soles. They were wrinkly and he loved the dark purple toenail polish. Christine’s feet looked very similar to her daughter’s as far as shape. Jake was a big fan of them and cherished the times when he got to see her feet in flip flops or something revealing. Christine called back behind her, “You’ll never get away with this! I’ll report you to the police as soon as you leave! Do you understand me?! I never thought you were good for my daughter. And if you have any sense, you’ll know that Kate will never marry you! Do I make myself clear?”
Jake: “Let me make myself clear, Mrs. Thompson. Your husband isn’t home. Nobody knows you ladies are here in this situation. I need your daughter to listen to reason. And the best way for me to get her to do that right now is for her to see me tickle your feet. So try and relax, Mrs. Thompson. You can’t stop me anyway so feel free to laugh as much as you want.”
Christine started to say something else but was rudely interrupted by Jake’s fingers tickling her deep arches. She shrieked and instantly abandoned her attempt to scold Jake. Now she was giggling quite a bit and trying to keep it from turning into full blown laughter. Jake wiggled his menacing fingers across Christine’s impressive arches, which had her shaking her head as she giggled. He explored around her plump toes, making sure to maneuver his fingers between the clenched tootsies. Christine felt like a little girl being made to laugh and giggle so easily. Jake was very pleased with how ticklish Kate’s mother appeared to be. He taunted her by saying, “Oh so sensitive. Like mother, like daughter, right Mrs. Thompson?”
Christine growled and twisted about as her meaty, size 9 feet were at the mercy of her daughter’s ex. She hated feeling his cruel fingers scratching all over her sensitive skin. Christine began to laugh harder the longer Jake stuck with it. She tried so hard to be stoic and unmoved by the silly tactics, but she just couldn’t help herself. Fits of laughter bubbled forth from the MILF as Jake stroked her mature soles. Christine hated to think that this is what her daughter had to put up with for the duration of her college years and she, as her mother, had no idea it was even going on. Her lovely daughter was being tied up and tickled mercilessly by her jerk of a boyfriend and Christine was oblivious to it. And she definitely didn’t realize how terrible tickling could be until now.
Kate watched as her mother was struggling to keep herself together. Guilt weighed heavy on her heart as she watched Jake flutter his fingers across Christine’s flailing soles as they crossed over one another desperately while her mom giggled and laughed. Kate pleaded with Jake, “Just stop! My mom didn’t do anything to you! Jake, just leave her alone! God, you’re so mean! Why are you doing this?!”
Christine: “Hahahahaha!! It’s okay, sweetie! Hehehehehe!! Mommy’s fine! Hahahahaha!! This will all be eeeehehehehehe over soon!”
Jake: “This could all be avoided if you just agree to call off your wedding. All I’m asking for is a chance, Kate. Just give me another shot. I didn’t want it to come to this but if you aren’t going to be reasonable...then I guess I’ll just have to keep tickling all of you.”
There was a collective groan of disapproval and dread from the bound women. Christine was still struggling as Jake’s fingers dug into her deep arches. She tried to uphold the demeanor of an accomplished, respectable woman that wasn’t fazed by something as juvenile as a little tickling but the barrage of intense sensations got the better of her. The preschool director laughed and squirmed her feet around trying to get them away from Jake. She felt so powerless.
Jake kept moving and went on to Grace next, Kate’s soon to be sister-in-law. The youthful college student saw that it was her turn and immediately began whining and tensing her body. Her small, size 6.5 feet were crossed over each other already as Grace dreaded what was about to happen. Jake looked like a shark that sensed prey. He merely rested his fingers on the young blonde’s soles and watched as she pouted and whined anxiously.
Grace might have been too overwhelmed with the situation to dare say anything right now. But Jake didn’t need to hear her say anything to know he had a lively one in front of him. As he began ever so slowly wiggling his fingers around, Grace hissed and giggled pathetically. Jake gently caressed his fingertips over her baby-soft skin and reveled in the laughter that broke out. Grace kicked her feet and writhed around in a panic. Jake didn’t go anywhere near all out but did increase the severity of his finger strokes. She shouted and bucked around like crazy. Grace’s tiny feet were hyper-ticklish...unfortunately for her.
Her soles were exquisitely soft and offered her no protection against a tickle attack. Grace’s feet were so sensitive that she began twisting and flailing to either side to try and get away. Jake really had to hold her legs tight to keep her feet in front of him. Grace thought being tickled in front of all these guests would be embarrassing but the truth of it was, she was so overwhelmed by the tickling that she barely noticed anyone else. All she wanted in that moment was for Jake to stop touching her feet.
Jake knew he would have more fun with Grace later. He shifted over to the final woman in the loose circle, Whitney. Her fierce gaze met Jake’s as he came for her feet. Whitney’s soft, pampered size 7.5’s were bound in the air behind her and there was nothing she could do to stop the imminent tickle attack.
Jake: “Ready for your turn, sweetheart?”
Whitney: “You’re such a creep, you know that?! What kind of man does this to a bunch of helpless women?! I always knew you were into some weird shit too. I told Kate how I woke up on her couch one time in college and realized my socks had been removed. She told me I must have kicked them off in my sleep, but I like sleeping in socks so I didn’t make sense to me. She just didn’t want to believe that you might have been messing with my feet while I was passed out!”
“Alright, Detective Whitney...you’re on to me. Ready for some laughs now?” Jake teased as he started running his fingers across her lean, feminine soles. Whitney jumped and gave a surprised shout when she felt him. Giggles soon followed, but Whitney was determined to hold in her laughter. She hated Jake and refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how ticklish her feet were.
Jake was fascinated with how lovely and well-developed Whitney’s feet were. He played with her thin toes, which made her feet shake. He scratched at the tender pads below her toes and her soft heels. Whitney’s breathing was strained but she kept the discipline of containing her laughs, even though it was obvious by her shifting around that she was terribly uncomfortable. Jake pulled her toes back and trickled his fingertips down the squishy pads below her toes and then further down her high arches. Whitney let out some squeaks but suppressed the laughter struggling so hard to get out. She kicked her legs as much as she could and tried to cross her feet.
Jake found it amusing that she was fighting her laughter so hard. He had always wanted to know what it would be like to tickle Kate’s best friend. Whitney seemed spirited as she squirmed around and made strained grunts and groans while Jake played with her soft soles.
Now that Jake had made it full circle, he asked Kate, “Have you reconsidered my offer? Or does this need to continue? Kate, remember the good times? Remember what we had?”
Kate: “The good times?! Jake, I had to get a restraining order against you! You tickled me non-stop even when I didn’t want you to! You’re crazy! Get some help! I’m not calling my wedding off, you crazy asshole!”
Jake walked over to his tickling supplies and picked out some of the items that Kate hated the most. Kate sighed and dipped her head as anxiety consumed her. “No, not that...please, Jake! I’m begging you!”
TO BE CONTINUED...
