The True Face of Blackjack
Catherine was an average high school girl. She was now 18 years old, her first day as a senior in high school. She was 5’4 with a tiny size 4 shoe size. She was relatively athletic, and never the type to wear flip flops, unless with a pair of socks occasionally before a game. She was sensitive about her bare feet, and really didn’t like to expose them. Anyway, she walked next to me on our way to the first day of school.
“So, are you looking forward to it?” I asked her. She smiled, and responded, “Of course! We are seniors now…we rule the school!” Catherine and I had been best friends since we were toddlers, and even then, I’ve always had a crush on her. However, in all this time, I had never seen her bare feet! She had always been wearing socks whenever she came to my house. Now, I wasn’t complaining, since I have a sock fetish, and not as much a foot fetish, but you a man does get curious. It became a subject on my mind as we walked towards the entrance of the school.
During lunch break that day, I decided I’d eat with her, since we had the same lunch. As I sat down, another idea dawned on me. What if I invite her over today…and tell her we are going to play a game, and the loser has to get tickle tortured! But it has to be something I’m good at, I thought to myself. I smiled as the perfect game popped into my head, and I invited my unsuspecting friend over after school for a few rounds of blackjack.
As we walked home, I stared down at her feet for a minute or two. I was always the type to look down at the ground while walking anyway. She was wearing her worn out Adidas sneakers, and a pair of thin ankle socks. As we approached my house, I mentioned to her, “I’m going to make this game interesting,” I said with a smile. She laughed, and said, “Alright Steve, but remember, I’m going to win!” The poor girl didn’t know what was coming.
We took off our shoes and headed to the den. I grabbed a deck of cards from the closet, and began to shuffle them. Now what Catherine didn’t know was that I was into magic tricks when I was a child, so I had learned how to shuffle the deck and manipulate the cards as I wanted them. Sure, it wasn’t fair, but it was the only surefire way for this plan not to backfire. After all, I didn’t want to be tickled. So, when before I dealt the hand, I mentioned the rules to her. “…and the loser gets tied up and tickled for 20 minutes straight?” she confirmed. “Of course,” I replied. She wanted to make it the best out of 7 games, just to eliminate the possibility of bad luck. “Alright, but only because I know you’ll lose and I’m going to have fun with this,” she said, never suspecting the torture that would soon arrive.
Of course I won the rounds. However, to make it look like I wasn’t cheating, I allowed her to win two of the rounds. A look of terror came across her face as she went bust in the last round. “Now Steve…you wouldn’t really…” she pleaded to me. My face lit up. This was always a dream of mine, and now it was about to come true…
I got a rope and tied up her arms around the back of her head, and tied her two feet together. She was still wearing her thin ankle socks, and a pair of red shorts. “Well, my dear, the fun will begin shortly. But I’ll be back in a minute,” I said to her. I went and got a large bowl full of cold water. What I did with it you, reader, will soon find out.
I came back with the bowl of water. She had a confused look on her face, but when I put the bowl off to the side, she shrugged it off. I went up to her and set my stopwatch for 20 minutes, showing it to her. She sighed, and pleaded one more time, “Please don’t tickle me, I hate being tickled! I’m really way too ticklish, especially on my f…” She cut off her sentence right there, knowing that it could be the end of her. “Ticklish on your feet, my dear?” I asked her rhetorically, knowing that she had just sealed her fate. She gulped, and the torture began.
I looked at those beautiful shaped socked feet. Since the socks were thin, you could see the outline of her tiny, cute toes, and her beautiful arch. It drove me crazy just looking at them. However, now it was time. I slowly dragged my finger across the bottom of her soft socks. She went berserk in laughter. Her toes wiggled all around, exciting me greatly. With one tiny drag of the finger, she had just set off. Imagine the possibilities…
I started to run my fingers just under her beautiful toes. She started shaking all about in laugher, her toes still wriggling under my command. I smiled deeply, and then told her, “now imagine the fun we are going to have when I use all ten fingers.” I heard her murmur, and then I made my move. I used all ten of my weapons across her beautiful soles, and she rolled over in laughter. I sat on her legs to keep her still. I continued to tickle her soles, and a little bit under her socked toes again. Her whole body flailed under me as she shrieked in laughter, and her feet moved all around. Her toes were moving so much that I thought they might rip a hole through her sock.
Then I stopped for a minute and glanced at my watch. Still 17 minutes! Time was going by quite slowly, much to my advantage. Then I looked at her, and said, “I think I’ll make this interesting.” I didn’t care anymore what she thought. She was completely are my mercy, and I knew she’d get over it and forgive me eventually. After all, it was her own fault for agreeing. I took both her socked feet in my hands and started licking the bottoms of them. This didn’t do anything to her other than emit a giggle. She asked, “What are you doing?” Disappointed in my attempt, I decided that I’d change the scenario a bit. I grabbed the bowl of water and brought it over near her feet.
Now what you, reader, should understand, is that my sock fetish is maximized at the sight of wet socks, so I can see the beautiful toes and feet through the sock. I quickly took her still socked feet and dipped them in the ice-cold water. She squealed at the cold temperature, but didn’t question me anymore. This was the point when I realized that she must think I’m crazy. I took her feet out of the water, and for the first time, witnessed the site of her beautiful toes through the socks. Each toe was curved to perfection. She was wearing a light blue, aqua-colored nail polish…the color that’s drives me crazy. I smiled, and tickled her wet, socked feet. Though it wasn’t as effective as before, it was enough to make her cough while laughing, and her toes continuously moved around, for the first time in my vision. However, the socks restricted them from full movement. As much as I had a fetish for socks, this part was over. It was time to focus on some wonderful tickling.
I slowly peeled her socks off, one by one. Catherine had tears in her eyes, and screamed in horror as I peeled off her left sock. “Please, no, I hate my feet! If anybody sees them, I’ll go crazy!” I told her, “Don’t worry, nobody else is home. Besides, I’ve already seen your left foot, so there is no point in worrying anymore.” With that, she grunted, and I peeled off her soaked right sock. I looked at her beautiful feet. They were even more beautiful out of the socks, and I have a larger sock fetish than foot fetish! They were a work of art…the beautiful arches were without a single blemish. They had the smoothest skin I had ever seen. Her toes were relatively long and slender in ratio to her small size 4 feet. I looked at my watch. 10 minutes to go.
I ran my fingers across her the soles of her now bare feet. She laughed even harder than before. “No protection is a bad thing, right Cat?” I said with a large smile still across my face. Her beautiful face was covered in tears, partially from all the laughing, and partially from despise of her feet and knowing that she was stuck.
I continued to tickle her toes and feet. Her toes were free to wriggle all around, which was making my mind go berserk in thoughts. I had done every method of tickling I could think of, and still 5 minutes left. Then I realized I had taken her socks off, and there was still one more method I hadn’t tried…
I ran my tongue across her left sole. This time, Catherine laughed unbelievably. She also didn’t seem to care as much…maybe she was enjoying this more than I had originally thought. I continued to lick all around her feet, and a smile went across her face. “Hey…this isn’t so bad...hehe…actually, it feels kinds of good...Hehehe!” she said while I was licking her. Then, I made a daring move. 2 minutes left. I sucked on her big toe. This drove her insane, as she pulled away both her feet with a big smile on her face. I sat on her legs. Still one minute left. I sucked on each and every one of her toes in that last minute, and they were quite tasty in my opinion if I do say so myself. The stopwatch beeped.
As I untied her, she asked me, “That really wasn’t so bad…want a rematch?” she asked me. I smiled, and shuffled the cards for round two.
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