Cbarton
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Sometimes you just have the itch to do something different. One night I was reading posts on here and it dawned on me that we always have the lees as the willing or unwilling victim, but never the victor, unless they were really desiring to become the lee. I decided, just to be different, why not have a lee victimize a ler just being being a lee and becoming victorious through it? I have SultryBrunette from TMF to thank as my lee-model for this tale. This story is dedicated to all the ticklees or ticklee-want-to-be's out there. Without you, the tickling world would be incomplete...
“We have narrowed down the finalists to two names: Linda Pace and Harold Davis. The two of you will be required to form teams and present proposals for our next potential client. Who ever leads the team that creates the best proposal will earn the Executive Vice-President position. You have your instructions in your packets before you. You have 90 days to prepare and present. Good luck to you both.”
The words were still echoing in Linda’s ears as she sat at her desk. She was a finalist for the VP slot! The only problem was her challenger. Harold was the ultimate golden-boy fast-tracking his way to the top. Linda had grunted out her way to the upper levels: night school, entry-level start, the works. Now she was a junior executive and almost ready to break that stinking glass ceiling everyone talked about. She knew who she wanted on her team and was already on the phone recruiting them. In this company, the teams usually stayed together. Picking the right ones meant she would be able to pull them up with her. Pick the wrong ones, and she would not get the promotion. This chance may not come again for many years.
The calls were fairly successful. She acquired all but 3 of the team members she wanted. Harold had either beaten her to them or had already recruited them before the announcement had been made. Still, she felt it was a good team and she knew she could win with them. Meetings were held. Brainstorming sessions lasting all hours of the night. Linda knew they had a good shot, but was afraid that Harold would have an inside edge. She needed an advantage, an edge over him. But what? He was efficient, politically savvy, and as smooth as silk. She had to find something, but what?
Another late session found her team leaving the offices when the late night cleaning crew came in. All of the team left but Linda. She went to her office to get her things and saw Harold’s office door open. A chill swept over her as wicked ideas filled her head. She was not above industrial espionage; in fact she had a spy on his team. She was sure there was on of his on her team as well. But this was too good an opportunity. She looked around, and then sneaked in.
She explored the whole office, but all the papers were junk. “Like he would leave anything out,” she mumbled. She saw his computer on his desk. Her first job with the firm was in the information services department. She knew the company PC’s like the back of her hand. She sat down and began to search his hard drives, using her old security overrides to get past the blocks. She searched it all over, but found nothing she didn’t already know. “He must take the good stuff home via CD or RAM chip,” she thought to herself. The only idea she had left was to look at his web use over the past month. She then could see where he was linking to get his information and such.
When she looked at the history list her jaw dropped. Most of the sites were business based, but there were some that definitively were not! She thought at first they were adult sites, but when she looked further, she saw more. They all had one thing in common. They were oriented around tickling! She could hardly believe her eyes. She dug further into his hard drive. She found stories, pictures, video clips, and links to many different web sites. She quickly set up a program on his PC that would allow secret access to his PC at her home, then left the office with a smile on her face. She gathered her stuff, locked her office and left for home.
When she arrived, she quickly activated the program and was able to download all of it. She swallowed deeply as she looked it over completely. Harold had a very intense fetish and love for tickling women. From the looks of the pictures and clips, he liked feet the most. Linda felt her heart race and blood pressure rise. She, too, had always had a thing for tickling. He brothers used to hold her down and tickle her feet all the time. She always fought against them, but secretly loved it. She got thrills and chills just thinking about being tickled on her feet. She looked over his stuff more. He frequented several sites daily. She went to them and found messages he had written. to others, including ticklees he had met on business trips. He seemed to be a hard-core practitioner of the craft. She noted the screen names he had on each one and went to each site. She examined over the next few nights the stuff he wrote and commented on. A plan was forming in her head. A bold plan. A risky plan. A plan that would put her at great risk, but would be his downfall.
She first noted all the websites he frequented. She was already familiar with them, for she went to many of them on her own time at home. Now, she looked up his actions from his web surfing. Then she read all his postings. It turned out he was into foot tickling, big time. She found notes where he wrote to others what he would do to their feet, arrangements to meet ladies on his business trips, and evidence of many picture files and video clips downloaded from the sites. Her adrenalin surged as she looked over all the stuff he had on his PC. It appeared he preferred to use his fingers, a “hands-on” kind of guy. The pics he seemed to keep were of the surprise attack variety, especially of women in hose and dressed. As she looked over all the stuff he was looking at and doing on-line, her plan began to take shape. She only had about 5, maybe six weeks to pull it off, but she felt she could do it.
She went to the sites and created a new persona for herself. A fictitious female, from as far across the country as possible from this city. She chose her grandmothers name, and made herself sound as irresistible as possible in every profile. That completed, she logged on to one of them and waited. It didn’t take long. She started slow, responding to a comment on a forum right after his. Two days later, she did it again. This time, he responded back. Over the next 3 days, they e-mailed back and forth to each other, eventually meeting him in a chat room. They talked all night and she slowly got him to talk about their shared attraction to tickling.
One week after this, she slowly started her plan. She started wearing slightly higher heels to work. She made sure she went without hose on occasion. She would sit in her office, dangling her shoes from her toe, especially when she saw him coming by. She even started to do it during staff meeting, for her seat gave him an excellent view. At times she even started to put up her feet on her desk, shoeless as she worked.
She could tell it was working. He started walking slower by her door. He even stopped and would chat with her over trivial matters, lingering over the view of her feet. At night, she would try to get him to talk about fantasies, and was able to get him to admit he was starting to fantasize about a co-worker. She smiled. All was now in place. The only thing left was to set up the scene. She ran the scenario through her head many times. She was ready to chicken out many times as she thought it over, but she wanted that V-P position too badly.
It was now one week before the presentations. All was in place. She went to the salon and got a full pedicure treatment, doing her best to stifle the giggles as they prepared her sensitive toes. Now, new open toe heels the show off her feet. She went to 15 different stores until she found the perfect pair. After that, the sheerest hose possible from her favorite lingerie store. Her freshly painted toes stood out quite well through them, easily seen from her new shoes. Next, a new business suit, with a skirt ending about mid-thigh that would it all off. All business related expenses in her mind, for it was all a part of the plan.
She came to work in her new clothes and shoes and took her time going to her office. She made sure Harold was able to see her as early in the day as she could. She wanted him thinking about her all day long. He walked by her office several times before lunch. During lunch, she made sure she was at the end of a table, so he could see as much of her legs and feet as possible. She caught him looking her over several times as smiled as she felt her confidence grow. The hardest part, though, was yet to come. How to get him to bite at the bait. She had two different plans in mind. She would try the first one today. If it failed she would use plan B. Her soles tingled as she thought about what could happen, knowing the great risk if she failed and the great thrill if she succeeded. Today was the day.
She waited for him to walk by her office again. When he did, she called out to him, “Hey Harold, hold up a sec…” He stopped at her door. As she did she crossed her legs and let the shoe dangle from her left foot. “How well is your project going? Ready to be defeated?”
“Mine is…going very well, Linda,” he replied, his eyes going from her eyes to the dangling shoe and back. “And, I plan on NOT losing, not even to you.”
“I do hope that when all this is over, that we can still work together under the same roof. No hard feelings either way?” she said, pulling the shoe back onto her sole by flexing her toes.
“Don’t worry, I plan on letting you stick around,” he chuckled back. Linda noticed the beads of sweat on his brow and a slight bulge in his slacks forming, telling her that he was enjoying the momentary view. She faked a wince and reached for her left foot. “OWWW,” she called out. He walked into her office as she cried out.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramp…in my arch…oh man...it’s a big one…” she replied as she acted as if she was reaching for her foot. He walked up and grasped her foot, attempting to straighten out the foot and stretch out the ‘cramping’ muscle. She let him and she faked the slow relief it ‘brought’ her. “Oh yes, that feels better…thanks…”
He slowly released her foot, and then ran his thumb over the arch to rub the muscles there. He felt no cramping there any longer and almost gasped as Linda started to giggle at his touch. This Linda didn’t have to fake it, for he was on one of the most sensitive regions of her foot. “The cramp all gone?” he asked as he softly rubbed the arch more, trying to resist the urge to let his fingertips play on her soft, warm sole.
“Ye-heesss, it i-his. Thha-ha-ha-hanks…you-ho can stop now.” She answered back, trying to pull her foot away enough to look like she was fighting at it. She knew she had to put up resistance, but wanted him to take her feet over. It was going to be a tough balancing act to do. Then, she heard voices down the hall and Harold released her foot. It was other staff walking by and he stood up, not wanting to be seen touching any part of her. “RATS!” she said to herself. “That was the perfect chance.”
Harold excused himself and walked back to his office. He thought about his project, which was running behind schedule. He needed a way to either catch up or slow her team down. He thought about how her foot felt in his hands. She reacted so immediate to the slightest touch. How would she react to a more involved foot tickling, he wondered? If he could only get her alone, perhaps he could make her pull out, or scuttle her own team. But, how, he wondered, how…
Linda was already starting Plan B. Later that day they would present their teams progress to the executive board, for they were being evaluated on how well they got to the end as well as getting there. She would go first, then him. They would not be in the board room at the same time, to prevent snooping. Then they would both be in the room as they were coached on how to proceed from that point. She paced as she waited outside the door until finally opened and she was allowed in. She took her normal spot, making sure she was at an angle Harold to see her legs and feet from. The board drolled on for a bit, and it sounded like she might be slightly ahead of him, but she didn’t let it go to her head. She needed to win at all costs. The board then finished and left. Both Linda and Harold sat there for a moment, and then she turned her chair toward him.
“Pretty scathing on you, weren’t they?” she said as she let her right shoe dangle while she stretched out her legs. The doors were closed and no interruptions were foreseeable. She brought her legs back in, but left her shoe dangling provocatively as she sat there.
“Yeah, but I’m known for my comebacks. I have a trick or two up my sleeve yet,” he replied. His eyes watched her legs all the way, his mind racing after the mental beating he had just received. He was desperate enough to try anything. But, would he get an opportunity? His mind raced as he tried to come up with a way.
His eyes got wide as Linda propped her feet up on the table and she leaned back. Both shoes where hanging on by just the toes. “Yeah, well it looks like I’m in the lead, and nothing will make me lose or give up now. NOTHING!” she blurted out with a cocky edge to her voice. She flexed her toes with glee and laughed at him, trying to push him to make a move. The trap was set now, all she needed was her him to walk into it. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long.
“Oh really?” Harold replied. He stood up and sat on the table next to her feet. “I bet I can convince you otherwise,” he said as he turned to face her.
“Yeah, sure. And just how do you thing you are going to do that?”
“Perhaps a little persuasion…” Harold said as he quickly flipped both shoes off her feet in a quick flick of the wrist. Linda tried to pull her feet back to her, but his hands were quickly grabbing both ankles and holding her feet to the table. He lifted them up and tucked them both under his left arm, clamping down on them tight.
“Hey stop! What do you think you are doing?” Linda called out to him. She did her best to sound panicky as she saw his right hands moving closer to her soles.
“Easy. You drop out, I let you go.”
“No way, buster”
“OK, looks like I’ll have to convince you then,” he chided as he slowly slide his index finger up and down her right sole. Linda went into giggles immediately at his touch.
“No-ho-ho-ho-ho…please…that’s unfair….you you-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo wouldn’t!” she ‘begged.’ She had to tease him and push him on. She fought to pull her feet out but he had a very strong hold on them.
“All’s fair in this game, Linda. Should have kept your feet covered!” he replied as his fingers went to work all over her right sole. It was more intense than she had even imagined. His fingers were better trained than she thought and soon her mind was overloaded with the tickling sensations. She had to keep some sort of grip on her mind. If she fought too little, he might realize how much she was enjoying this and take more drastic measures. But if too much, then would he give up? She tried to reach out and grab him, but he dodged her reach. As he turned to concentrate on her feet more, she managed to reach a small button under the table without him seeing.
“Pleeheeheeheeheese stahaaap…I can’t stand it…no-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!!! Let mehee gohohoho…”
“Not until you withdraw your application for the position!” His fingers were now all over her left foot, not letting her reply or get a breath. Her feet were even more ticklish than he ever imagined. He had found a weakness and was exploiting it. Remembering the time in her office earlier, he went for both arches at once. Linda’s mind nearly exploded as his fingers traced and played all over them. The hose she was wearing had set her up well. These were sensations she did not have to fake. She fought to pull away again, but found her body was weakening. Even worse was the fact that she felt herself becoming aroused as he kept it up. She couldn’t let him find that out, but her skirt was rising towards her hips with every movement of her laughter-convulsed body. How much longer could she hold out?
In a desperate move, she twisted her body and fell out of her chair. The momentum pulled Harold of the table and Linda landed on her belly. She tried to crawl away from him slowly on her belly, but he quickly grabbed her feet. “NO, PLEASE…STOP! LET ME GOOOoooooo” she wailed as he pulled her to him, resuming on her arches as he pulled. He sat down on the back of her legs and clamped down on her feet, his full weight preventing her from moving away. His confidence at keeping her still bolstered, his fingers started to do the slow, menacing torture that he loved to do, intending on driving her mad and breaking her.
“All you have to do is drop out, Linda. Pull your application and these feet are free…” he teased as his fingers all met at her toes. One by one he slid his fingers underneath them, torturously, agonizingly placing them in.
“No, not my toes, Harold…they are worse than my arches…PLEASE NO-HO-HOHOHOHOHOHOHO…STAHAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HHAP!” she cried out as all ten fingers wiggled on her highly sensitive toes. The pedicure had made them even more so, and Linda was caught between the wonderful hysteria of the sensations and the need to NOT enjoy it. This was even more torture than what her brothers had done! When would they get here? Would they get here? She was now in a mental no-man’s land. The button under the table turned on the security cameras and the hidden microphones in the room. Someone must have heard them by now. Where were her rescuers?
Harold sensed that she was about to crack. “Hmm…maybe I should see if your feet are as ticklish bare as they are with nylons…”
“NO! Harold PLEHEESEEESEEZZZZE …NOT THAT! I COULDN”T TAKE THAT! STOP TICKLING MEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!!!” she cried out as she felt him rip open her nylons. The mere touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent her back into hysterics. She had to fight it. She couldn’t give in to the sensations that were making her want more and more. “I’ll do ANYTHING….PLEASE... STAHAAHAAHAAP! ANYTHING BUT THAT…ANYTHING!”
“There is only one price for freedom, Linda…pay it or the next foot gets bared.”
“NO...I can’t anything else…please!” she called out as the nylon covered foot was exposed and bared. She was helpless, her make-up smeared from sweat and tears. Even worse, her loins were getting hotter and hotter and begging for release. She had cum once from tickling before, and she felt it getting closer. She had to fight it, for if she climaxed, he would realize her enjoyment and then have a true upper hand on her. She kept trying to hold it in, but his fingers were so good on her feet, the sensations like a ramrod trying to knock down the doors in her mind. “PLEEHEEEHEEEHEEEZZEE LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” she cried out with a voice that was becoming more and more hoarse.
“When you pull your application, I’ll stop” he gleefully replied as he kept it up. He knew she was ready to give in. He could sense and feel it. All he could see in his head was the office, the staff he would have. The position, the fame, the money! He looked down at the two feet standing in his way and concentrated on them, blocking everything else out.
BANG! The door to the room flew open as members of the security team rushed in, followed by the board members. They quickly yanked Harold off of Linda and threw him into a corner. There they subdued him with handcuffs and took him to the hallway. Two of the board members helped Linda up, and sat her in one of the chairs. She gave them the show that they would expect: fear, anxiety, trembling, and weakness. They never knew it was the trembles of her pre-climax that they were seeing. They helped her to the president’s office and the company nurse checked her out and pronounced her ‘OK.” They called a taxi for her and gave her the rest of the week off.
The next week, the board met and unanimously gave the position to Linda. They released Harold, with a golden enough umbrella to keep the reasons for his departure from the company quiet. Linda rewarded her team with an extra week of vacation and a bonus for doing good work. They also followed her up the corporate food chain into higher positions. When it was all done, Linda kicked off her shoes, propped them on her desk and looked at her feet. She laughed at how she would do her inspiration speeches for the staff in the future. “With hard work, drive, and spirit, I made my way up the corporate ladder ‘one foot at a time’…..” She squealed with glee, put on her shoes and left for home. Tonight she had a new gentleman caller coming over, one who was very adept at pleasuring the tools of her ‘success.’ And tonight, she could sit back and really enjoy it…
One Foot at a Time
by
The Hawk
by
The Hawk
“We have narrowed down the finalists to two names: Linda Pace and Harold Davis. The two of you will be required to form teams and present proposals for our next potential client. Who ever leads the team that creates the best proposal will earn the Executive Vice-President position. You have your instructions in your packets before you. You have 90 days to prepare and present. Good luck to you both.”
The words were still echoing in Linda’s ears as she sat at her desk. She was a finalist for the VP slot! The only problem was her challenger. Harold was the ultimate golden-boy fast-tracking his way to the top. Linda had grunted out her way to the upper levels: night school, entry-level start, the works. Now she was a junior executive and almost ready to break that stinking glass ceiling everyone talked about. She knew who she wanted on her team and was already on the phone recruiting them. In this company, the teams usually stayed together. Picking the right ones meant she would be able to pull them up with her. Pick the wrong ones, and she would not get the promotion. This chance may not come again for many years.
The calls were fairly successful. She acquired all but 3 of the team members she wanted. Harold had either beaten her to them or had already recruited them before the announcement had been made. Still, she felt it was a good team and she knew she could win with them. Meetings were held. Brainstorming sessions lasting all hours of the night. Linda knew they had a good shot, but was afraid that Harold would have an inside edge. She needed an advantage, an edge over him. But what? He was efficient, politically savvy, and as smooth as silk. She had to find something, but what?
Another late session found her team leaving the offices when the late night cleaning crew came in. All of the team left but Linda. She went to her office to get her things and saw Harold’s office door open. A chill swept over her as wicked ideas filled her head. She was not above industrial espionage; in fact she had a spy on his team. She was sure there was on of his on her team as well. But this was too good an opportunity. She looked around, and then sneaked in.
She explored the whole office, but all the papers were junk. “Like he would leave anything out,” she mumbled. She saw his computer on his desk. Her first job with the firm was in the information services department. She knew the company PC’s like the back of her hand. She sat down and began to search his hard drives, using her old security overrides to get past the blocks. She searched it all over, but found nothing she didn’t already know. “He must take the good stuff home via CD or RAM chip,” she thought to herself. The only idea she had left was to look at his web use over the past month. She then could see where he was linking to get his information and such.
When she looked at the history list her jaw dropped. Most of the sites were business based, but there were some that definitively were not! She thought at first they were adult sites, but when she looked further, she saw more. They all had one thing in common. They were oriented around tickling! She could hardly believe her eyes. She dug further into his hard drive. She found stories, pictures, video clips, and links to many different web sites. She quickly set up a program on his PC that would allow secret access to his PC at her home, then left the office with a smile on her face. She gathered her stuff, locked her office and left for home.
When she arrived, she quickly activated the program and was able to download all of it. She swallowed deeply as she looked it over completely. Harold had a very intense fetish and love for tickling women. From the looks of the pictures and clips, he liked feet the most. Linda felt her heart race and blood pressure rise. She, too, had always had a thing for tickling. He brothers used to hold her down and tickle her feet all the time. She always fought against them, but secretly loved it. She got thrills and chills just thinking about being tickled on her feet. She looked over his stuff more. He frequented several sites daily. She went to them and found messages he had written. to others, including ticklees he had met on business trips. He seemed to be a hard-core practitioner of the craft. She noted the screen names he had on each one and went to each site. She examined over the next few nights the stuff he wrote and commented on. A plan was forming in her head. A bold plan. A risky plan. A plan that would put her at great risk, but would be his downfall.
She first noted all the websites he frequented. She was already familiar with them, for she went to many of them on her own time at home. Now, she looked up his actions from his web surfing. Then she read all his postings. It turned out he was into foot tickling, big time. She found notes where he wrote to others what he would do to their feet, arrangements to meet ladies on his business trips, and evidence of many picture files and video clips downloaded from the sites. Her adrenalin surged as she looked over all the stuff he had on his PC. It appeared he preferred to use his fingers, a “hands-on” kind of guy. The pics he seemed to keep were of the surprise attack variety, especially of women in hose and dressed. As she looked over all the stuff he was looking at and doing on-line, her plan began to take shape. She only had about 5, maybe six weeks to pull it off, but she felt she could do it.
She went to the sites and created a new persona for herself. A fictitious female, from as far across the country as possible from this city. She chose her grandmothers name, and made herself sound as irresistible as possible in every profile. That completed, she logged on to one of them and waited. It didn’t take long. She started slow, responding to a comment on a forum right after his. Two days later, she did it again. This time, he responded back. Over the next 3 days, they e-mailed back and forth to each other, eventually meeting him in a chat room. They talked all night and she slowly got him to talk about their shared attraction to tickling.
One week after this, she slowly started her plan. She started wearing slightly higher heels to work. She made sure she went without hose on occasion. She would sit in her office, dangling her shoes from her toe, especially when she saw him coming by. She even started to do it during staff meeting, for her seat gave him an excellent view. At times she even started to put up her feet on her desk, shoeless as she worked.
She could tell it was working. He started walking slower by her door. He even stopped and would chat with her over trivial matters, lingering over the view of her feet. At night, she would try to get him to talk about fantasies, and was able to get him to admit he was starting to fantasize about a co-worker. She smiled. All was now in place. The only thing left was to set up the scene. She ran the scenario through her head many times. She was ready to chicken out many times as she thought it over, but she wanted that V-P position too badly.
It was now one week before the presentations. All was in place. She went to the salon and got a full pedicure treatment, doing her best to stifle the giggles as they prepared her sensitive toes. Now, new open toe heels the show off her feet. She went to 15 different stores until she found the perfect pair. After that, the sheerest hose possible from her favorite lingerie store. Her freshly painted toes stood out quite well through them, easily seen from her new shoes. Next, a new business suit, with a skirt ending about mid-thigh that would it all off. All business related expenses in her mind, for it was all a part of the plan.
She came to work in her new clothes and shoes and took her time going to her office. She made sure Harold was able to see her as early in the day as she could. She wanted him thinking about her all day long. He walked by her office several times before lunch. During lunch, she made sure she was at the end of a table, so he could see as much of her legs and feet as possible. She caught him looking her over several times as smiled as she felt her confidence grow. The hardest part, though, was yet to come. How to get him to bite at the bait. She had two different plans in mind. She would try the first one today. If it failed she would use plan B. Her soles tingled as she thought about what could happen, knowing the great risk if she failed and the great thrill if she succeeded. Today was the day.
She waited for him to walk by her office again. When he did, she called out to him, “Hey Harold, hold up a sec…” He stopped at her door. As she did she crossed her legs and let the shoe dangle from her left foot. “How well is your project going? Ready to be defeated?”
“Mine is…going very well, Linda,” he replied, his eyes going from her eyes to the dangling shoe and back. “And, I plan on NOT losing, not even to you.”
“I do hope that when all this is over, that we can still work together under the same roof. No hard feelings either way?” she said, pulling the shoe back onto her sole by flexing her toes.
“Don’t worry, I plan on letting you stick around,” he chuckled back. Linda noticed the beads of sweat on his brow and a slight bulge in his slacks forming, telling her that he was enjoying the momentary view. She faked a wince and reached for her left foot. “OWWW,” she called out. He walked into her office as she cried out.
“What’s wrong?”
“Cramp…in my arch…oh man...it’s a big one…” she replied as she acted as if she was reaching for her foot. He walked up and grasped her foot, attempting to straighten out the foot and stretch out the ‘cramping’ muscle. She let him and she faked the slow relief it ‘brought’ her. “Oh yes, that feels better…thanks…”
He slowly released her foot, and then ran his thumb over the arch to rub the muscles there. He felt no cramping there any longer and almost gasped as Linda started to giggle at his touch. This Linda didn’t have to fake it, for he was on one of the most sensitive regions of her foot. “The cramp all gone?” he asked as he softly rubbed the arch more, trying to resist the urge to let his fingertips play on her soft, warm sole.
“Ye-heesss, it i-his. Thha-ha-ha-hanks…you-ho can stop now.” She answered back, trying to pull her foot away enough to look like she was fighting at it. She knew she had to put up resistance, but wanted him to take her feet over. It was going to be a tough balancing act to do. Then, she heard voices down the hall and Harold released her foot. It was other staff walking by and he stood up, not wanting to be seen touching any part of her. “RATS!” she said to herself. “That was the perfect chance.”
Harold excused himself and walked back to his office. He thought about his project, which was running behind schedule. He needed a way to either catch up or slow her team down. He thought about how her foot felt in his hands. She reacted so immediate to the slightest touch. How would she react to a more involved foot tickling, he wondered? If he could only get her alone, perhaps he could make her pull out, or scuttle her own team. But, how, he wondered, how…
Linda was already starting Plan B. Later that day they would present their teams progress to the executive board, for they were being evaluated on how well they got to the end as well as getting there. She would go first, then him. They would not be in the board room at the same time, to prevent snooping. Then they would both be in the room as they were coached on how to proceed from that point. She paced as she waited outside the door until finally opened and she was allowed in. She took her normal spot, making sure she was at an angle Harold to see her legs and feet from. The board drolled on for a bit, and it sounded like she might be slightly ahead of him, but she didn’t let it go to her head. She needed to win at all costs. The board then finished and left. Both Linda and Harold sat there for a moment, and then she turned her chair toward him.
“Pretty scathing on you, weren’t they?” she said as she let her right shoe dangle while she stretched out her legs. The doors were closed and no interruptions were foreseeable. She brought her legs back in, but left her shoe dangling provocatively as she sat there.
“Yeah, but I’m known for my comebacks. I have a trick or two up my sleeve yet,” he replied. His eyes watched her legs all the way, his mind racing after the mental beating he had just received. He was desperate enough to try anything. But, would he get an opportunity? His mind raced as he tried to come up with a way.
His eyes got wide as Linda propped her feet up on the table and she leaned back. Both shoes where hanging on by just the toes. “Yeah, well it looks like I’m in the lead, and nothing will make me lose or give up now. NOTHING!” she blurted out with a cocky edge to her voice. She flexed her toes with glee and laughed at him, trying to push him to make a move. The trap was set now, all she needed was her him to walk into it. She knew she wouldn’t have to wait long.
“Oh really?” Harold replied. He stood up and sat on the table next to her feet. “I bet I can convince you otherwise,” he said as he turned to face her.
“Yeah, sure. And just how do you thing you are going to do that?”
“Perhaps a little persuasion…” Harold said as he quickly flipped both shoes off her feet in a quick flick of the wrist. Linda tried to pull her feet back to her, but his hands were quickly grabbing both ankles and holding her feet to the table. He lifted them up and tucked them both under his left arm, clamping down on them tight.
“Hey stop! What do you think you are doing?” Linda called out to him. She did her best to sound panicky as she saw his right hands moving closer to her soles.
“Easy. You drop out, I let you go.”
“No way, buster”
“OK, looks like I’ll have to convince you then,” he chided as he slowly slide his index finger up and down her right sole. Linda went into giggles immediately at his touch.
“No-ho-ho-ho-ho…please…that’s unfair….you you-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo wouldn’t!” she ‘begged.’ She had to tease him and push him on. She fought to pull her feet out but he had a very strong hold on them.
“All’s fair in this game, Linda. Should have kept your feet covered!” he replied as his fingers went to work all over her right sole. It was more intense than she had even imagined. His fingers were better trained than she thought and soon her mind was overloaded with the tickling sensations. She had to keep some sort of grip on her mind. If she fought too little, he might realize how much she was enjoying this and take more drastic measures. But if too much, then would he give up? She tried to reach out and grab him, but he dodged her reach. As he turned to concentrate on her feet more, she managed to reach a small button under the table without him seeing.
“Pleeheeheeheeheese stahaaap…I can’t stand it…no-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!!! Let mehee gohohoho…”
“Not until you withdraw your application for the position!” His fingers were now all over her left foot, not letting her reply or get a breath. Her feet were even more ticklish than he ever imagined. He had found a weakness and was exploiting it. Remembering the time in her office earlier, he went for both arches at once. Linda’s mind nearly exploded as his fingers traced and played all over them. The hose she was wearing had set her up well. These were sensations she did not have to fake. She fought to pull away again, but found her body was weakening. Even worse was the fact that she felt herself becoming aroused as he kept it up. She couldn’t let him find that out, but her skirt was rising towards her hips with every movement of her laughter-convulsed body. How much longer could she hold out?
In a desperate move, she twisted her body and fell out of her chair. The momentum pulled Harold of the table and Linda landed on her belly. She tried to crawl away from him slowly on her belly, but he quickly grabbed her feet. “NO, PLEASE…STOP! LET ME GOOOoooooo” she wailed as he pulled her to him, resuming on her arches as he pulled. He sat down on the back of her legs and clamped down on her feet, his full weight preventing her from moving away. His confidence at keeping her still bolstered, his fingers started to do the slow, menacing torture that he loved to do, intending on driving her mad and breaking her.
“All you have to do is drop out, Linda. Pull your application and these feet are free…” he teased as his fingers all met at her toes. One by one he slid his fingers underneath them, torturously, agonizingly placing them in.
“No, not my toes, Harold…they are worse than my arches…PLEASE NO-HO-HOHOHOHOHOHOHO…STAHAA HAA HAA HAA HAA HHAP!” she cried out as all ten fingers wiggled on her highly sensitive toes. The pedicure had made them even more so, and Linda was caught between the wonderful hysteria of the sensations and the need to NOT enjoy it. This was even more torture than what her brothers had done! When would they get here? Would they get here? She was now in a mental no-man’s land. The button under the table turned on the security cameras and the hidden microphones in the room. Someone must have heard them by now. Where were her rescuers?
Harold sensed that she was about to crack. “Hmm…maybe I should see if your feet are as ticklish bare as they are with nylons…”
“NO! Harold PLEHEESEEESEEZZZZE …NOT THAT! I COULDN”T TAKE THAT! STOP TICKLING MEHEEEHEEEHEEE!!!!” she cried out as she felt him rip open her nylons. The mere touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent her back into hysterics. She had to fight it. She couldn’t give in to the sensations that were making her want more and more. “I’ll do ANYTHING….PLEASE... STAHAAHAAHAAP! ANYTHING BUT THAT…ANYTHING!”
“There is only one price for freedom, Linda…pay it or the next foot gets bared.”
“NO...I can’t anything else…please!” she called out as the nylon covered foot was exposed and bared. She was helpless, her make-up smeared from sweat and tears. Even worse, her loins were getting hotter and hotter and begging for release. She had cum once from tickling before, and she felt it getting closer. She had to fight it, for if she climaxed, he would realize her enjoyment and then have a true upper hand on her. She kept trying to hold it in, but his fingers were so good on her feet, the sensations like a ramrod trying to knock down the doors in her mind. “PLEEHEEEHEEEHEEEZZEE LET ME GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” she cried out with a voice that was becoming more and more hoarse.
“When you pull your application, I’ll stop” he gleefully replied as he kept it up. He knew she was ready to give in. He could sense and feel it. All he could see in his head was the office, the staff he would have. The position, the fame, the money! He looked down at the two feet standing in his way and concentrated on them, blocking everything else out.
BANG! The door to the room flew open as members of the security team rushed in, followed by the board members. They quickly yanked Harold off of Linda and threw him into a corner. There they subdued him with handcuffs and took him to the hallway. Two of the board members helped Linda up, and sat her in one of the chairs. She gave them the show that they would expect: fear, anxiety, trembling, and weakness. They never knew it was the trembles of her pre-climax that they were seeing. They helped her to the president’s office and the company nurse checked her out and pronounced her ‘OK.” They called a taxi for her and gave her the rest of the week off.
The next week, the board met and unanimously gave the position to Linda. They released Harold, with a golden enough umbrella to keep the reasons for his departure from the company quiet. Linda rewarded her team with an extra week of vacation and a bonus for doing good work. They also followed her up the corporate food chain into higher positions. When it was all done, Linda kicked off her shoes, propped them on her desk and looked at her feet. She laughed at how she would do her inspiration speeches for the staff in the future. “With hard work, drive, and spirit, I made my way up the corporate ladder ‘one foot at a time’…..” She squealed with glee, put on her shoes and left for home. Tonight she had a new gentleman caller coming over, one who was very adept at pleasuring the tools of her ‘success.’ And tonight, she could sit back and really enjoy it…
