On a trip to Berlin, Germany in 2007 I visited a bondage club 'Berghain' in the red light district known for it's dark rooms and cubicle rooms for kinky play and exploring the corridors found a room with a guy secured to a restraint bed on his stomach and masked and gagged he was tall what got my attention not the leather vest and shorts the guy I guessed in his 30's was wearing but white sneakers and black socks so closed the door and retrived the feather from my leather jacket and started slowly drawing the tip of it up 'n down his socked soles. First the right one, then the left aas his toes t& large feet flexed and smiled as he squirmed when I slowly peeled off his socks!
I then whispered in his ear 'Kitzlige Füße Gut' in English, ticklish feet good!" and smiled as he moaned and tried to move but I continued the feather treatment, varying my techniques. Twirled it in the arch; slid it under his toes, then slid it back n' forth between his toes & got a reaction! Not a major laugh, but I knew then that it was a matter of minutes when the floodgates of laughter would open and he would begin the first part of being totally broken!
I dragged the feather in between each & every one of his toes as he now giggled slightly and shook his head side to side trying to shake off the teasing and tormenting sensations. I replaced the feather with my experienced fingers & started lightly tickling his large bare soft soles & that did it even gagged he started laughing for real. I stroked up n' down his soles and then stopped!
From my jacket drew out the metal fork and began gliding it up n' down his soles vigorously. He gagged but still laughing hysterically and was trying to break free as his toes involuntarily clenched and splayed & I replaced the evil tines of the fork for my fingers and slowly started stroking up n' down his soles. She began screaming in laughter again.
As he laughed I stroked the soles of his bare feet harder and faster driving him berserk in ticklish agony! At least size 12 feet, plenty of foot-flesh to tease & torment! Now both bare feet feeling warm n' sweaty and I immediately began to lick both his soles and lick and suck on his toes with vigor as he quickly escalated into gagged hysterics as my tongue caressed his feet, licking up n' down his soles and in between his toes, the heels, the tops, and the ankles. The guy thrown into the most intense tickle torture having the desired effect n effect, the ticklee shaking all over and laughed hard, sometimes struggling for breath. My tongue tickling his super-sensitive feet as she shrieked and laughed in sheer hysterics. I watched with intensity as I slowly rubbed the soles of his feet, a massage to get them hotter and sweatier and smelling awesome! My fingers stroking up n' down up and back and forth across the balls of his feet and varied my techniques quickly and aggressively!
I eagerly licked and slurped at both of his deliciously sweaty soles & stroked both of his soles with renewed vigor, harder and faster and sucked on his toes and nibbled them making the poor guy's laughter intensify but still gagged and the club's music from the dance floor meant he could not be heard as I alternated my full attention to his feet from licking his soles and sucking on his toes and nibbling on them to just delivering a focussed tickling of his feet with my fingers, the feather and the fork driving him wild! The club closing a 5am, at 4.30am I replaced his socks and sneakers, quietly left the room and the club! Flying back to England later in the day! I smiled thinking of him never knowing who'd played with him, tickled and lickled his feet to their satisfaction at his expense!
I then whispered in his ear 'Kitzlige Füße Gut' in English, ticklish feet good!" and smiled as he moaned and tried to move but I continued the feather treatment, varying my techniques. Twirled it in the arch; slid it under his toes, then slid it back n' forth between his toes & got a reaction! Not a major laugh, but I knew then that it was a matter of minutes when the floodgates of laughter would open and he would begin the first part of being totally broken!
I dragged the feather in between each & every one of his toes as he now giggled slightly and shook his head side to side trying to shake off the teasing and tormenting sensations. I replaced the feather with my experienced fingers & started lightly tickling his large bare soft soles & that did it even gagged he started laughing for real. I stroked up n' down his soles and then stopped!
From my jacket drew out the metal fork and began gliding it up n' down his soles vigorously. He gagged but still laughing hysterically and was trying to break free as his toes involuntarily clenched and splayed & I replaced the evil tines of the fork for my fingers and slowly started stroking up n' down his soles. She began screaming in laughter again.
As he laughed I stroked the soles of his bare feet harder and faster driving him berserk in ticklish agony! At least size 12 feet, plenty of foot-flesh to tease & torment! Now both bare feet feeling warm n' sweaty and I immediately began to lick both his soles and lick and suck on his toes with vigor as he quickly escalated into gagged hysterics as my tongue caressed his feet, licking up n' down his soles and in between his toes, the heels, the tops, and the ankles. The guy thrown into the most intense tickle torture having the desired effect n effect, the ticklee shaking all over and laughed hard, sometimes struggling for breath. My tongue tickling his super-sensitive feet as she shrieked and laughed in sheer hysterics. I watched with intensity as I slowly rubbed the soles of his feet, a massage to get them hotter and sweatier and smelling awesome! My fingers stroking up n' down up and back and forth across the balls of his feet and varied my techniques quickly and aggressively!
I eagerly licked and slurped at both of his deliciously sweaty soles & stroked both of his soles with renewed vigor, harder and faster and sucked on his toes and nibbled them making the poor guy's laughter intensify but still gagged and the club's music from the dance floor meant he could not be heard as I alternated my full attention to his feet from licking his soles and sucking on his toes and nibbling on them to just delivering a focussed tickling of his feet with my fingers, the feather and the fork driving him wild! The club closing a 5am, at 4.30am I replaced his socks and sneakers, quietly left the room and the club! Flying back to England later in the day! I smiled thinking of him never knowing who'd played with him, tickled and lickled his feet to their satisfaction at his expense!
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