“My Creepy Ex” Part 4
Kate had lost track of how many times her extremely jealous ex-fiancé had gone around the circle of hogtied bridal shower guests. The ladies unfortunate enough to have been captured at the party were now unwilling participants in Jake’s ploy to get Kate back. He had gone around the circle of guests several more times tickling them again and again and again trying to break Kate’s resolve. So far it hadn’t worked...but that didn’t mean Kate’s friends and family were tolerating Jake’s methods well. They dreaded their turn whenever Jake made his way around the circle and revisited them.
Kate roared laughter as Jake held the electric toothbrush between her arches to get at her incredibly sensitive insteps. She was crying from laughing so hard and her stomach was starting to burn. Because her big toes were tied together with string, Kate couldn’t fight off the electric toothbrush from her most ticklish area. Jake held the buzzing head firmly against the tender flesh and listened to her struggle for breath through her frantic laughter. Kate thrashed and shook her head around violently. And the baby oil on her soles was not doing her any favors.
Jake wormed the head of the electric toothbrush down deep between her arches and let it whirl around menacingly. Kate couldn’t work it out from between her feet and laughed so hard that she fell in and out of silent laughter. Jake rolled the toothbrush around so it was facing the opposite direction and gave the other instep some attention. Kate shouted a desperate, pathetic scream and then resumed her frantic laughter. The buzzing bristles vibrated and twirled around on her super soft instep as she used her remaining strength to squirm like a wild animal.
When Jake finally pulled the toothbrush free from between her arches, Kate gulped air down. She felt like she could throw up her belly hurt so bad from convulsing. Jake asked her, “LAST chance, darling. Agree to call of your wedding or your friends will suffer ANOTHER round of tickling because of your selfishness!”
Kate looked around at the other ladies facing toward her. Many of them wanted this to end, even if that meant Kate had to give in and promise something absurd. They couldn’t take anymore tickling. Kate felt awful. But ultimately, she knew giving in was the wrong choice. Plus her skin crawled thinking of a lifetime of being tickled by Jake. Kate stubbornly refused, much to her friends dismay. They knew that would mean yet another round of ruthless tickle torture.
Jake knew realistically he was almost out of time with the women. Kate’s father wouldn’t be gone all evening. This would be his last chance to try and change her mind. Jake shifted to Alice and re-coated her pale, size 8 soles with creamy lotion.
Alice: “Dude, don’t you ever get tired of this?! Come on...”
Jake: “No. Why? Are you tired of it?”
Jake jumped right into tickling without waiting for her response. He started scrubbing her smooth arches with the hairbrush, making her jolt to life with vigorous laughter. Alice’s strong feet wiggled and crossed over repeatedly, but Jake easily resumed contact with her flailing feet. The redhead hated being exploited like this. She felt so ridiculous not being able to control her laughing. Jake scrubbed the brush over her rounded heels and up near the base of her toes. Alice flung her hair about and grunted angrily as she was powerless to do anything but accept the tickling sensations.
Alice: “Hahahahaha!! Knock it off! Hahahahaha!! You don’t deserve Kate! Hahahahahaaaa!!! Don’t give in, Kate! Hahahahahaha!! Dude, get that thing away from my feet! Hahahahahaha!!”
Jake kept moving. He went to Jen next. She gave a defeated sigh and closed her eyes with a pouty whimper when she felt Jake drizzling more oil onto her upturned soles. As he smeared it in, Jen started to panic. She quickly called out to her friend, “Kate! Please do something! I don’t think I can do this anymore!”
Before Jen could get a response, Jake’s fingers began wildly scribbling across her meaty arches. Jen yelled at the abrupt sensations and followed it with a barrage of laughter. Jake scratched his fingers over her wrinkly, slippery soles. Jen screamed and begged him to stop. He slithered his fingertips up and began tickling around the base of her fleshy toes. Jen was cracking up and shaking her head back and forth as Jake worked his fingers in under the defense of her clenched toes. The oil undermined her extreme efforts to keep the undersides of her toes protected. But eventually Jake slid his fingers underneath and caressed the bottoms of her piggies.
Jen twisted about on the floor trying to somehow get free of the tickling, but she too was tired at this point. She felt her feet weakening despite her will to fight away the tickling fingers. After expending her energy, Jen was almost too tired to wiggle her feet very much. This allowed Jake to easily pull back her tired toes and tickle all over the undersides of them and across the cushioned pads below them. Jen couldn’t fight it any longer and simply laughed like a mad woman in response. Her meaty, size 9.5 soles were easy targets now.
Kate: “This isn’t going to make me change my mind! Give Jen a break!”
Jake stopped tickling Kate’s former college roommate and smiled wickedly. He started moving over behind Rebecca and asked Kate, “Oh so you want your other friend here to have a turn?” Kate scoffed and replied angrily, “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jake looked pleased with himself as he was re-coating Rebecca’s beautiful, wide size 7’s with lotion. He picked up the hairbrush and held it forward so Rebecca could see it out of the corner of her vision.
Rebecca: “Oh no, not the brush again! Nooohoho! Not the brush, please! Kate, you have to stop all this! Just...I don’t know...maybe you could agree to talk with him or something! We’ve been here for hours! Kate, please! I don’t want to be tickled anymoOOOORRAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Kate watched with a sympathetic heart as her sweet friend and coworker was suddenly forced to laugh hysterically as Jake began rubbing the hairbrush across her tender soles. Rebecca’s mouth was wide open as desperate, unrestricted laughter filled the room. She shifted and squirmed her feet about with little effect. Jake kept up a brutal pace as he scrubbed the bottoms of Rebecca’s feet with a feverish passion.
Jake see-sawed the hairbrush across Rebecca’s pinkish heels, which were decently sensitive and tender compared to most women he had tickled before. He loved how soft and supple the redhead’s soles were. Just like the others, Rebecca was exhausted from the tickling at this point. As Jake rubbed the brush back and forth across her lotioned arches, Rebecca could only manage to shake her feet every so often. She rested her head on the carpet and continued belly laughing while tears rolled down her cheeks and around her pretty, forced smile.
Jake: “That’s it. Laugh for me, sweetie.”
Rebecca: “I AM!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! KATE, YOU HAVE TO AGREE TO TALK TO HIM!! HAHAHAHA!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!”
Jake saw how affected Kate was by the action so he kept moving to the next women in hopes of overwhelming her reasoning. Gwen noticed him coming over behind her and groaned with annoyance. Gwen was so over being tickled. She shouted at Kate, “Just give him what he wants! This has gone on long enough and he’s not stopping! Kate, this guy is crazy and there’s no other way to make him leave right now! Agree to what he wants and call the police after or something! I’m tired of him tickling my feet!”
Jake slathered the blonde nurse’s big size 10’s with lotion to get them all slicked up. Gwen kicked her feet in annoyance as he rubbed the lotion into her soles. Then Jake put her ankles in an armlock and started scribbling his fingers along the entire length of them furiously. Gwen exploded with laughter. She shrieked and struggled as best she could. But she could offer little resistance after being worn out from hours of tickling. The poor blonde’s long soles were stroked and caressed skillfully, forcing Gwen to just laugh and laugh.
The sight of her coworker’s laughing uncontrollably as Jake danced his hands across her vulnerable, bare feet tugged at Kate’s heart strings. But there was nothing she could do for her friend. Kate could only watch as Gwen shook and jolted with wild laughter. And she got especially crazy when Jake slid his malicious fingertips along the base of Gwen’s toes. When he did that, she arched her head back and let out deep, throaty laughter. And there was almost nothing Gwen could do to block his attack since her big toes were still tied.
Jake hoped he was finally breaking Kate’s resolve. He moved suddenly over to Christine and began pouring more oil onto her size 9 feet. Christine wanted the best for her daughter, but this was getting to be a little much. She called out to Kate, “Sweetie, you know I love you and want nothing more than for you to be happy. But maybe the best thing to do right now is to...I don’t know...maybe come to some sort of understanding with Jake. I want to support you but what happens if you don’t agree to talk to him? What if he shows up here again when you’re visiting me? Or what if he shows up at your job while you’re working and does this again with your coworkers? Just think about AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Christine burst into hysterics as Jake began scrubbing her cushioned soles with a hairbrush again. The plastic bristles slipped and glided smoothly over her naked soles, forcing the 48-year old to laugh like a wimp. Christine had no energy left to put up a decent struggle. In her weakened state, the hairbrush wreaked havoc on her tired soles. Jake mercilessly scrubbed it back and forth along the length of her meaty feet. From her padded heels to her curvy arches to her plump toes.
The hairbrush was Jake’s tool of choice for Christine whenever he came full circle back to her. And since the MILF had never had the bottoms of her feet saturated with oil and scrubbed with a hairbrush, it was quite effective and unbearable for her. Christine screamed shamefully as jolts of ticklish electricity spasmed through her feet. Jake remembered she was super sensitive on the balls of her feet so he focused his efforts there. With her big toes tied with string, Christine was powerless to do anything but laugh herself silly while the brush was rubbed in circular motions on the prominent balls of her feet.
Jake: “Oh come on, Kate. My offer isn’t so bad is it? You wouldn’t want me to make Mommy laugh so hard she pees her panties in front of everyone, would you?”
When Kate stayed silent and looked away, Jake moved on visibly frustrated. Now it was Grace’s turn again. The poor, young blonde absolutely dreaded when her turn came back around. Her feet were hyper-sensitive and restrained tickling was sheer torture. Grace poured out desperate pleas before her turn began again in hopes that maybe, somehow, she could avoid having her feet touched ever again.
Grace: “No! No! Not me again! Go to someone else! Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll talk to Kate! I’ll make her understand! Please! Kate, do something! Just do what he says! Oh please, God, get me out of this! Kate!!! Just agree to hold off on the wedding until you talk to him!”
All that begging didn’t stop Jake from tickling her though. He wrapped an arm around her ankles and started lightly spidering his fingers across her small, tender size 6.5 soles. They felt heavenly they were so soft and flawless. Grace let out an ear-splitting shriek and soon was taken over by hearty laughter. Jake used a soft touch with Grace’s feet. He found she was so ticklish that a rougher method like the hairbrush was almost painful for her. Grace laughed much harder whenever he used a feather or his fingers in a teasing manner. It was as if she couldn’t handle the thought of the light teasing knowing at any time it could get even more intense on some level she couldn’t comprehend.
Jake flicked and scratched his fingers calmly over Grace’s soles, which were anything but calm. She was the only woman left in the group that could somehow summon strength to squirm like hell. Grace cried laughter and shouted like a banshee as Jake played with her little bubble toes, making sure to wiggle a finger between them occasionally. Then she shook her head and begged him every way she knew how when she felt him slowly trailing his fingers down from the base of her toes to her supple, creamy heels. Fresh, hot tears rolled out down her dimpled cheeks as her tender tootsies were stroked and scratched.
Kate was bothered by the sight but still unmoved. So Jake finally arrived at her best friend, Whitney, again. Kate looked very concerned as Whitney gave her an apprehensive look. Without a word, Kate could tell her best friend was dreading another turn but wanted to stay supportive. The two friends looked at each other apologetically while Jake started coating Whitney’s soles with oil again.
As soon as the hairbrush began scrubbing wildly across Whitney’s arches, she shrieked and erupted with laughter. Kate looked on helplessly as her bestie was tickled right beside her. The brush swished and swooped over the shapely size 7.5 soles as Whitney laughed her head off. Jake watched as the beautiful brunette wiggled her feet and flexed her toes instinctively while the brush passed back and forth across her high arches.
Jake knew he couldn’t pass up Whitney’s pretty toes. Not with knowing how terribly ticklish they were. Jake pulled out his electric toothbrush and flicked it on. Whitney turned her head as far as she could and cried out, “NOOOO!!!” But it was too late. Jake began buzzing the rounded tips of her long toes like a dentist that was cleaning a line of sparkling teeth. Whitney fell into silent laughter and arched her back as the swirling bristles attacked her precious tootsies.
It was time to give Kate one final ultimatum. Jake clicked off the toothbrush and rested back on his legs. He simply asked, “So Kate...what do you say? I love you so much, babe. I can’t stand the fact that you’ll be marrying another guy. Come on, give me another chance. Don’t hurt me like this. I just want to talk. Give us another shot?”
Kate was getting emotional thinking of the consequences of not appeasing Jake. She thought about it for several seconds. But ultimately she knew what she had to choose. Kate sternly refused his request. Then she felt like she might have an anxiety attack just thinking about what would happen next.
Jake was furious with Kate’s response. His plan had failed and now he was out of time. The women watched with tremendous anxiety as Jake seemed to be thinking deeply about the issue. And then suddenly he stood up and walked over to his bag. The ladies watched to see what he would do next. Out of the bag, Jake pulled out a handful of what appeared to be large, white squares of thin cloth. They were puzzled until he started folding them into long strips 3 inches wide. Now it was obvious he was making gags for them. The women began stirring and complaining. They thought he would let them go, but it seemed like they would stay hogtied until someone else found them.
Jake: “Kate...I’m disappointed to say the least. Since there isn’t anything else left to talk about, I hope you don’t mind if I gag you and your friend before I leave. Oh and I had an idea...”
While they waited for Jake to finish folding his gags and prepping them, Christine got Kate’s attention and quietly, but frantically, told her, “Kate! Kate! I didn’t want to say anything while Jake was around, but your father won’t be home until later tonight! I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you in front of Jake and have the tickling extended even further. But now it looks like he’s going to leave us here tied up and gagged! Your father won’t be back for hours! We’ll be stuck like this until he finds us!” Kate and the other guests all let out frustrated, pouty sighs and groans when they heard that news. This bridal shower kept getting better and better.
After he had eight cleave gags ready, Jake started with Alice and worked his way around so that Kate was last. He flung the strips of cloth over their heads and positioned them down around their mouths. Then he pulled them snug and tied them securely in knots behind their heads. Many of the women tried resisting being gagged. They didn’t want this creep to silence them and take away their chance of yelling for help. But Jake managed to get all the gags on until only Kate was left. When it was her turn, he teased her by saying, “Until we talk again...” Jake pulled a gag over Kate’s mouth as she was shouting mid-sentence. Her eyes got huge and she whined and groaned as the gag was knotted tightly behind her head.
After the gags were on, Jake went over to his bag and pulled out a white plastic bottle that had a large warning label on it. It looked like a baby powder bottle but the women were sure that wasn’t it. It made no sense. Jake popped the cap off and addressed the group, “Ladies, I’ve enjoyed your company but I need to leave now. But before I go, I wanted to give you all one last thing to remember me by while you wait for help. Have you ever heard of itching powder?...”
There was a response of muted protests as the women squirmed on the floor and shouted into their gags. Jake started with Alice first. The fiery redhead cursed and groaned into her gag as he tilted the bottle to sprinkle the powder out. A few slight shakes and the fine powder sprinkled down onto its target, Alice’s captive, bare soles. She wiggled around as she felt the light powder falling on the bottoms of her feet.
Next was Jen. Jake tilted the bottle above her trapped feet and gave it a few taps on the bottom. A light shower of dust fell gingerly down and rested on Jen’s meaty soles. Jake made sure to sprinkle a little extra on her arches to make sure plenty got into all of her wrinkles. She whined loudly and tried to reach back with her hands, but there was no way she would be able to clear the itching powder off her feet right now.
When Jake moved over to Rebecca, she shook her head from side to side and was making muffled noises like she was really trying to be heard through her gag. But soon Jake was shaking the bottle above her bare soles. A layer of pure white powder landed on Rebecca’s vulnerable feet and semi-covered her adorable toes, her pale arches, and her round smooth heels. Rebecca shook her head even harder now and sounded very upset as she said something incoherent into her gag.
Now it was Gwen’s turn. The tall, blonde nurse yanked hard at her ropes one final time as she groaned into her gag tied snuggly around her face. But Gwen was powerless to stop Jake from sprinkling the itching powder down onto her long, lean soles and toes. Her peach-colored soles started to appear more white as the dust drifted down and settled on the bottoms of her feet. Jake made a few sweeping passes back and forth to make sure he evenly distributed the powder over her long size 10’s.
Jake went to Christine next. The attractive MILF was trying to look back at him and scold him, but the gag heavily distorted what she was shouting. When Jake began sprinkling itching powder down onto her captive soles, Christine growled loudly and shook her head angrily. The fine powder fell down to the waiting soles like Christmas snow. He made sure to coat every square inch of the MILF’s cushioned soles, despite her protests. Christine wiggled her toes like mad as the itchy powder fell down in the gaps and folds around them.
Grace was whining and tearing up when it came time for her feet to be covered with the itching powder. She wiggled her soles desperately but it did absolutely nothing to prevent the soft powder from landing all over them. Soon her soft heels, her creamy arches, and her cute as button toes were covered in white like a kid that got into their mom’s bag of flour. Grace tried to wipe her feet against each other but the powder was very resistant to being pushed off. In fact, all she really achieved was spreading the powder further into the little nooks and crannies around her tender toes.
Jake went to Whitney next. Knowing what her fate was, the brunette just sighed loudly and rolled her eyes like she couldn’t believe her luck. Jake tilted the bottle and tapped out several sprinkles of itching powder. The white dust fell down and landed all over Whitney’s shapely soles. She whined and fidgeted as she felt it landing on her bare feet. Jake even made sure to sprinkle extra powder all over her perfect toes for good measure, which Whitney did NOT appreciate.
Last was Kate. Jake only said, “I hope we can talk soon. REALLY consider it.” Then he shook the bottle and let the itching powder drift down onto Kate’s lovely soles. Kate whined and complained into her gag as she felt her poor bare feet being covered with the terrible powder. Jake had never used itching powder on her before so she had no idea what to expect. The white dust started to blot out the natural hues of her soles as it came to rest. Soon her cushioned heels, her buttery arches, and her silky toes were thoroughly powdered.
There was nothing left to do now but leave. Jake packed up his supplies and looked back at the group one last time before heading out the door. It was evident the itching powder was starting to irritate and really bother Kate and her bridal shower guests. The circle of hogtied women were already fidgeting and whining muffled complaints into their gags as they writhed on the floor together. Each pair of bare soles was wiggling about as the powder started to tingle and itch like crazy, causing an awful tickling sensation anywhere it sat on their tender feet. The ladies didn’t even realize when Jake left because they were so preoccupied with the irritating powder coating their soles. Jake closed the door and left the pile of women bound and wiggling. They would suffer many hours of feeling the itchy, tickling powder and be helpless to rub it off anytime soon. It would be truly maddening until help arrived.
THE END
Kate had lost track of how many times her extremely jealous ex-fiancé had gone around the circle of hogtied bridal shower guests. The ladies unfortunate enough to have been captured at the party were now unwilling participants in Jake’s ploy to get Kate back. He had gone around the circle of guests several more times tickling them again and again and again trying to break Kate’s resolve. So far it hadn’t worked...but that didn’t mean Kate’s friends and family were tolerating Jake’s methods well. They dreaded their turn whenever Jake made his way around the circle and revisited them.
Kate roared laughter as Jake held the electric toothbrush between her arches to get at her incredibly sensitive insteps. She was crying from laughing so hard and her stomach was starting to burn. Because her big toes were tied together with string, Kate couldn’t fight off the electric toothbrush from her most ticklish area. Jake held the buzzing head firmly against the tender flesh and listened to her struggle for breath through her frantic laughter. Kate thrashed and shook her head around violently. And the baby oil on her soles was not doing her any favors.
Jake wormed the head of the electric toothbrush down deep between her arches and let it whirl around menacingly. Kate couldn’t work it out from between her feet and laughed so hard that she fell in and out of silent laughter. Jake rolled the toothbrush around so it was facing the opposite direction and gave the other instep some attention. Kate shouted a desperate, pathetic scream and then resumed her frantic laughter. The buzzing bristles vibrated and twirled around on her super soft instep as she used her remaining strength to squirm like a wild animal.
When Jake finally pulled the toothbrush free from between her arches, Kate gulped air down. She felt like she could throw up her belly hurt so bad from convulsing. Jake asked her, “LAST chance, darling. Agree to call of your wedding or your friends will suffer ANOTHER round of tickling because of your selfishness!”
Kate looked around at the other ladies facing toward her. Many of them wanted this to end, even if that meant Kate had to give in and promise something absurd. They couldn’t take anymore tickling. Kate felt awful. But ultimately, she knew giving in was the wrong choice. Plus her skin crawled thinking of a lifetime of being tickled by Jake. Kate stubbornly refused, much to her friends dismay. They knew that would mean yet another round of ruthless tickle torture.
Jake knew realistically he was almost out of time with the women. Kate’s father wouldn’t be gone all evening. This would be his last chance to try and change her mind. Jake shifted to Alice and re-coated her pale, size 8 soles with creamy lotion.
Alice: “Dude, don’t you ever get tired of this?! Come on...”
Jake: “No. Why? Are you tired of it?”
Jake jumped right into tickling without waiting for her response. He started scrubbing her smooth arches with the hairbrush, making her jolt to life with vigorous laughter. Alice’s strong feet wiggled and crossed over repeatedly, but Jake easily resumed contact with her flailing feet. The redhead hated being exploited like this. She felt so ridiculous not being able to control her laughing. Jake scrubbed the brush over her rounded heels and up near the base of her toes. Alice flung her hair about and grunted angrily as she was powerless to do anything but accept the tickling sensations.
Alice: “Hahahahaha!! Knock it off! Hahahahaha!! You don’t deserve Kate! Hahahahahaaaa!!! Don’t give in, Kate! Hahahahahaha!! Dude, get that thing away from my feet! Hahahahahaha!!”
Jake kept moving. He went to Jen next. She gave a defeated sigh and closed her eyes with a pouty whimper when she felt Jake drizzling more oil onto her upturned soles. As he smeared it in, Jen started to panic. She quickly called out to her friend, “Kate! Please do something! I don’t think I can do this anymore!”
Before Jen could get a response, Jake’s fingers began wildly scribbling across her meaty arches. Jen yelled at the abrupt sensations and followed it with a barrage of laughter. Jake scratched his fingers over her wrinkly, slippery soles. Jen screamed and begged him to stop. He slithered his fingertips up and began tickling around the base of her fleshy toes. Jen was cracking up and shaking her head back and forth as Jake worked his fingers in under the defense of her clenched toes. The oil undermined her extreme efforts to keep the undersides of her toes protected. But eventually Jake slid his fingers underneath and caressed the bottoms of her piggies.
Jen twisted about on the floor trying to somehow get free of the tickling, but she too was tired at this point. She felt her feet weakening despite her will to fight away the tickling fingers. After expending her energy, Jen was almost too tired to wiggle her feet very much. This allowed Jake to easily pull back her tired toes and tickle all over the undersides of them and across the cushioned pads below them. Jen couldn’t fight it any longer and simply laughed like a mad woman in response. Her meaty, size 9.5 soles were easy targets now.
Kate: “This isn’t going to make me change my mind! Give Jen a break!”
Jake stopped tickling Kate’s former college roommate and smiled wickedly. He started moving over behind Rebecca and asked Kate, “Oh so you want your other friend here to have a turn?” Kate scoffed and replied angrily, “That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jake looked pleased with himself as he was re-coating Rebecca’s beautiful, wide size 7’s with lotion. He picked up the hairbrush and held it forward so Rebecca could see it out of the corner of her vision.
Rebecca: “Oh no, not the brush again! Nooohoho! Not the brush, please! Kate, you have to stop all this! Just...I don’t know...maybe you could agree to talk with him or something! We’ve been here for hours! Kate, please! I don’t want to be tickled anymoOOOORRAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Kate watched with a sympathetic heart as her sweet friend and coworker was suddenly forced to laugh hysterically as Jake began rubbing the hairbrush across her tender soles. Rebecca’s mouth was wide open as desperate, unrestricted laughter filled the room. She shifted and squirmed her feet about with little effect. Jake kept up a brutal pace as he scrubbed the bottoms of Rebecca’s feet with a feverish passion.
Jake see-sawed the hairbrush across Rebecca’s pinkish heels, which were decently sensitive and tender compared to most women he had tickled before. He loved how soft and supple the redhead’s soles were. Just like the others, Rebecca was exhausted from the tickling at this point. As Jake rubbed the brush back and forth across her lotioned arches, Rebecca could only manage to shake her feet every so often. She rested her head on the carpet and continued belly laughing while tears rolled down her cheeks and around her pretty, forced smile.
Jake: “That’s it. Laugh for me, sweetie.”
Rebecca: “I AM!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH GOD, PLEASE STOP!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! KATE, YOU HAVE TO AGREE TO TALK TO HIM!! HAHAHAHA!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!”
Jake saw how affected Kate was by the action so he kept moving to the next women in hopes of overwhelming her reasoning. Gwen noticed him coming over behind her and groaned with annoyance. Gwen was so over being tickled. She shouted at Kate, “Just give him what he wants! This has gone on long enough and he’s not stopping! Kate, this guy is crazy and there’s no other way to make him leave right now! Agree to what he wants and call the police after or something! I’m tired of him tickling my feet!”
Jake slathered the blonde nurse’s big size 10’s with lotion to get them all slicked up. Gwen kicked her feet in annoyance as he rubbed the lotion into her soles. Then Jake put her ankles in an armlock and started scribbling his fingers along the entire length of them furiously. Gwen exploded with laughter. She shrieked and struggled as best she could. But she could offer little resistance after being worn out from hours of tickling. The poor blonde’s long soles were stroked and caressed skillfully, forcing Gwen to just laugh and laugh.
The sight of her coworker’s laughing uncontrollably as Jake danced his hands across her vulnerable, bare feet tugged at Kate’s heart strings. But there was nothing she could do for her friend. Kate could only watch as Gwen shook and jolted with wild laughter. And she got especially crazy when Jake slid his malicious fingertips along the base of Gwen’s toes. When he did that, she arched her head back and let out deep, throaty laughter. And there was almost nothing Gwen could do to block his attack since her big toes were still tied.
Jake hoped he was finally breaking Kate’s resolve. He moved suddenly over to Christine and began pouring more oil onto her size 9 feet. Christine wanted the best for her daughter, but this was getting to be a little much. She called out to Kate, “Sweetie, you know I love you and want nothing more than for you to be happy. But maybe the best thing to do right now is to...I don’t know...maybe come to some sort of understanding with Jake. I want to support you but what happens if you don’t agree to talk to him? What if he shows up here again when you’re visiting me? Or what if he shows up at your job while you’re working and does this again with your coworkers? Just think about AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Christine burst into hysterics as Jake began scrubbing her cushioned soles with a hairbrush again. The plastic bristles slipped and glided smoothly over her naked soles, forcing the 48-year old to laugh like a wimp. Christine had no energy left to put up a decent struggle. In her weakened state, the hairbrush wreaked havoc on her tired soles. Jake mercilessly scrubbed it back and forth along the length of her meaty feet. From her padded heels to her curvy arches to her plump toes.
The hairbrush was Jake’s tool of choice for Christine whenever he came full circle back to her. And since the MILF had never had the bottoms of her feet saturated with oil and scrubbed with a hairbrush, it was quite effective and unbearable for her. Christine screamed shamefully as jolts of ticklish electricity spasmed through her feet. Jake remembered she was super sensitive on the balls of her feet so he focused his efforts there. With her big toes tied with string, Christine was powerless to do anything but laugh herself silly while the brush was rubbed in circular motions on the prominent balls of her feet.
Jake: “Oh come on, Kate. My offer isn’t so bad is it? You wouldn’t want me to make Mommy laugh so hard she pees her panties in front of everyone, would you?”
When Kate stayed silent and looked away, Jake moved on visibly frustrated. Now it was Grace’s turn again. The poor, young blonde absolutely dreaded when her turn came back around. Her feet were hyper-sensitive and restrained tickling was sheer torture. Grace poured out desperate pleas before her turn began again in hopes that maybe, somehow, she could avoid having her feet touched ever again.
Grace: “No! No! Not me again! Go to someone else! Please! I’ll do anything! I’ll talk to Kate! I’ll make her understand! Please! Kate, do something! Just do what he says! Oh please, God, get me out of this! Kate!!! Just agree to hold off on the wedding until you talk to him!”
All that begging didn’t stop Jake from tickling her though. He wrapped an arm around her ankles and started lightly spidering his fingers across her small, tender size 6.5 soles. They felt heavenly they were so soft and flawless. Grace let out an ear-splitting shriek and soon was taken over by hearty laughter. Jake used a soft touch with Grace’s feet. He found she was so ticklish that a rougher method like the hairbrush was almost painful for her. Grace laughed much harder whenever he used a feather or his fingers in a teasing manner. It was as if she couldn’t handle the thought of the light teasing knowing at any time it could get even more intense on some level she couldn’t comprehend.
Jake flicked and scratched his fingers calmly over Grace’s soles, which were anything but calm. She was the only woman left in the group that could somehow summon strength to squirm like hell. Grace cried laughter and shouted like a banshee as Jake played with her little bubble toes, making sure to wiggle a finger between them occasionally. Then she shook her head and begged him every way she knew how when she felt him slowly trailing his fingers down from the base of her toes to her supple, creamy heels. Fresh, hot tears rolled out down her dimpled cheeks as her tender tootsies were stroked and scratched.
Kate was bothered by the sight but still unmoved. So Jake finally arrived at her best friend, Whitney, again. Kate looked very concerned as Whitney gave her an apprehensive look. Without a word, Kate could tell her best friend was dreading another turn but wanted to stay supportive. The two friends looked at each other apologetically while Jake started coating Whitney’s soles with oil again.
As soon as the hairbrush began scrubbing wildly across Whitney’s arches, she shrieked and erupted with laughter. Kate looked on helplessly as her bestie was tickled right beside her. The brush swished and swooped over the shapely size 7.5 soles as Whitney laughed her head off. Jake watched as the beautiful brunette wiggled her feet and flexed her toes instinctively while the brush passed back and forth across her high arches.
Jake knew he couldn’t pass up Whitney’s pretty toes. Not with knowing how terribly ticklish they were. Jake pulled out his electric toothbrush and flicked it on. Whitney turned her head as far as she could and cried out, “NOOOO!!!” But it was too late. Jake began buzzing the rounded tips of her long toes like a dentist that was cleaning a line of sparkling teeth. Whitney fell into silent laughter and arched her back as the swirling bristles attacked her precious tootsies.
It was time to give Kate one final ultimatum. Jake clicked off the toothbrush and rested back on his legs. He simply asked, “So Kate...what do you say? I love you so much, babe. I can’t stand the fact that you’ll be marrying another guy. Come on, give me another chance. Don’t hurt me like this. I just want to talk. Give us another shot?”
Kate was getting emotional thinking of the consequences of not appeasing Jake. She thought about it for several seconds. But ultimately she knew what she had to choose. Kate sternly refused his request. Then she felt like she might have an anxiety attack just thinking about what would happen next.
Jake was furious with Kate’s response. His plan had failed and now he was out of time. The women watched with tremendous anxiety as Jake seemed to be thinking deeply about the issue. And then suddenly he stood up and walked over to his bag. The ladies watched to see what he would do next. Out of the bag, Jake pulled out a handful of what appeared to be large, white squares of thin cloth. They were puzzled until he started folding them into long strips 3 inches wide. Now it was obvious he was making gags for them. The women began stirring and complaining. They thought he would let them go, but it seemed like they would stay hogtied until someone else found them.
Jake: “Kate...I’m disappointed to say the least. Since there isn’t anything else left to talk about, I hope you don’t mind if I gag you and your friend before I leave. Oh and I had an idea...”
While they waited for Jake to finish folding his gags and prepping them, Christine got Kate’s attention and quietly, but frantically, told her, “Kate! Kate! I didn’t want to say anything while Jake was around, but your father won’t be home until later tonight! I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you in front of Jake and have the tickling extended even further. But now it looks like he’s going to leave us here tied up and gagged! Your father won’t be back for hours! We’ll be stuck like this until he finds us!” Kate and the other guests all let out frustrated, pouty sighs and groans when they heard that news. This bridal shower kept getting better and better.
After he had eight cleave gags ready, Jake started with Alice and worked his way around so that Kate was last. He flung the strips of cloth over their heads and positioned them down around their mouths. Then he pulled them snug and tied them securely in knots behind their heads. Many of the women tried resisting being gagged. They didn’t want this creep to silence them and take away their chance of yelling for help. But Jake managed to get all the gags on until only Kate was left. When it was her turn, he teased her by saying, “Until we talk again...” Jake pulled a gag over Kate’s mouth as she was shouting mid-sentence. Her eyes got huge and she whined and groaned as the gag was knotted tightly behind her head.
After the gags were on, Jake went over to his bag and pulled out a white plastic bottle that had a large warning label on it. It looked like a baby powder bottle but the women were sure that wasn’t it. It made no sense. Jake popped the cap off and addressed the group, “Ladies, I’ve enjoyed your company but I need to leave now. But before I go, I wanted to give you all one last thing to remember me by while you wait for help. Have you ever heard of itching powder?...”
There was a response of muted protests as the women squirmed on the floor and shouted into their gags. Jake started with Alice first. The fiery redhead cursed and groaned into her gag as he tilted the bottle to sprinkle the powder out. A few slight shakes and the fine powder sprinkled down onto its target, Alice’s captive, bare soles. She wiggled around as she felt the light powder falling on the bottoms of her feet.
Next was Jen. Jake tilted the bottle above her trapped feet and gave it a few taps on the bottom. A light shower of dust fell gingerly down and rested on Jen’s meaty soles. Jake made sure to sprinkle a little extra on her arches to make sure plenty got into all of her wrinkles. She whined loudly and tried to reach back with her hands, but there was no way she would be able to clear the itching powder off her feet right now.
When Jake moved over to Rebecca, she shook her head from side to side and was making muffled noises like she was really trying to be heard through her gag. But soon Jake was shaking the bottle above her bare soles. A layer of pure white powder landed on Rebecca’s vulnerable feet and semi-covered her adorable toes, her pale arches, and her round smooth heels. Rebecca shook her head even harder now and sounded very upset as she said something incoherent into her gag.
Now it was Gwen’s turn. The tall, blonde nurse yanked hard at her ropes one final time as she groaned into her gag tied snuggly around her face. But Gwen was powerless to stop Jake from sprinkling the itching powder down onto her long, lean soles and toes. Her peach-colored soles started to appear more white as the dust drifted down and settled on the bottoms of her feet. Jake made a few sweeping passes back and forth to make sure he evenly distributed the powder over her long size 10’s.
Jake went to Christine next. The attractive MILF was trying to look back at him and scold him, but the gag heavily distorted what she was shouting. When Jake began sprinkling itching powder down onto her captive soles, Christine growled loudly and shook her head angrily. The fine powder fell down to the waiting soles like Christmas snow. He made sure to coat every square inch of the MILF’s cushioned soles, despite her protests. Christine wiggled her toes like mad as the itchy powder fell down in the gaps and folds around them.
Grace was whining and tearing up when it came time for her feet to be covered with the itching powder. She wiggled her soles desperately but it did absolutely nothing to prevent the soft powder from landing all over them. Soon her soft heels, her creamy arches, and her cute as button toes were covered in white like a kid that got into their mom’s bag of flour. Grace tried to wipe her feet against each other but the powder was very resistant to being pushed off. In fact, all she really achieved was spreading the powder further into the little nooks and crannies around her tender toes.
Jake went to Whitney next. Knowing what her fate was, the brunette just sighed loudly and rolled her eyes like she couldn’t believe her luck. Jake tilted the bottle and tapped out several sprinkles of itching powder. The white dust fell down and landed all over Whitney’s shapely soles. She whined and fidgeted as she felt it landing on her bare feet. Jake even made sure to sprinkle extra powder all over her perfect toes for good measure, which Whitney did NOT appreciate.
Last was Kate. Jake only said, “I hope we can talk soon. REALLY consider it.” Then he shook the bottle and let the itching powder drift down onto Kate’s lovely soles. Kate whined and complained into her gag as she felt her poor bare feet being covered with the terrible powder. Jake had never used itching powder on her before so she had no idea what to expect. The white dust started to blot out the natural hues of her soles as it came to rest. Soon her cushioned heels, her buttery arches, and her silky toes were thoroughly powdered.
There was nothing left to do now but leave. Jake packed up his supplies and looked back at the group one last time before heading out the door. It was evident the itching powder was starting to irritate and really bother Kate and her bridal shower guests. The circle of hogtied women were already fidgeting and whining muffled complaints into their gags as they writhed on the floor together. Each pair of bare soles was wiggling about as the powder started to tingle and itch like crazy, causing an awful tickling sensation anywhere it sat on their tender feet. The ladies didn’t even realize when Jake left because they were so preoccupied with the irritating powder coating their soles. Jake closed the door and left the pile of women bound and wiggling. They would suffer many hours of feeling the itchy, tickling powder and be helpless to rub it off anytime soon. It would be truly maddening until help arrived.
THE END
