ToeTormentor
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Hey all, as many say I’m a long time lurker and first time writer. I was first inspired to sign up by a request to add a new part to a reposted story a few years back. It’s been a long time now, but I decided to revive it anyway.
Here is the original post, which I suggest reading first: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?40619-desperately-looking-and-repost
It does involve dirty feet, as a warning to anyone not into that. I gave my part proper punctuation and added some tickling, this being a tickling forum after all.
And now on to my contribution:
Chris tried to focus on his paper when he heard a loud clunk and couldn’t help but look up. His teacher Lori had dropped one of her black high heels on the floor and propped her bare foot up on her desk. Chris tore his eyes back down to his paper and tried to concentrate, but Lori proceeded to kick off her other heel and slide her feet over the floor toward him. Chris took a deep breath and strained his eyes on the next problem, desperately trying to push all other thoughts from his mind. It didn’t work, especially when he heard Lori sit down in the seat next to him. He glanced sideways and sure enough, his eyes immediately locked onto Lori’s now-dusty soles.
“Having trouble, Chris?” Lori smirked, rubbing her feet together.
“I’m trying my best Lori,” Chris replied, “but it’s hard to concentrate with your feet in my face all the time.”
“But Chris,” Lori said innocently, scratching her arch with her big toe, “I thought you liked looking at my feet.” Chris gulped loudly.
“I want to improve my grades, I really do, but it’s really distracting when you tease me like this. You’re always walking around barefoot and propping your feet up, in detention and in class.”
“Teasing you, Chris?” Lori said in mock offense. “I’m just giving my feet a break from these uncomfortable shoes. I can’t help it if my soles get a little dirty in the process.” She walked back to her heels and picked them up. “Speaking of which, I want to stretch my legs a little outside. Watch these for me, will you?” She proceeded to drop her shoes on his desk before padding out of the room. Chris lost all hope of finishing his work with them sitting next to him. He leaned over to look inside and inhaled the sweet smell of Lori’s feet. He could see the imprints left by her dirty soles and the size printed in them: 10. He straightened up when he heard the slap of Lori’s bare feet returning. She sauntered in with a huge grin and sat back down next to Chris. This time she put her feet right up on Chris’s desk, showing that her soles were now pitch black. She began wiggling her toes as she leaned over to examine his worksheet.
“Hmm, you’ve barely made any progress. You must really not want to play with my feet,” smirked and wiggled her toes faster.
“I just need a little more time…” Chris said weakly.
“You need to learn to concentrate,” Lori chuckled as she whipped out a red pen and quickly wrote a big F on the paper. She grabbed it before Chris could protest, walked back to her desk for her bag and headed out the door. “Oops,” she giggled, coming back in. “Nearly forgot these.” She picked up her heels and made her way back out, giving Chris one last view of her filthy soles as they popped up.
Chris sighed. He really had been putting a lot more effort into his work and he knew he could get better grades if he could just focus. But when Lori came in in her high heels he just couldn’t keep his head down, and once she got the shoes off and started getting her bare feet dirty he lost any hope of getting any more work done. His life at school had been torture ever since she’d found out about his foot fetish. He had to find a way to do better-would she really keep her promise and let him have her feet if she got an A?
The next morning went the same as all of them had for the past week: Lori spent the first few minutes striding around the classroom in her heels before kicking them off and going barefoot, and Chris tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes from her feet as they slowly became dirtier and dirtier. He caught her eye at one point and she shot him a mocking grin. Chris dropped his gaze, his face burning. He became more determined than ever to improve his grade. At first he’d only cared so that he could touch Lori’s feet but now he had a new reason: seeing the look on her face when she saw that A.
As usual, Lori’s heels clicked loudly on the floor as she sauntered into the detention room. She saw already inside at his usual desk.
“Afternoon, Chris,” she called as she sat down and put her feet up.
“Hi,” Chris replied. Lori watched him as he sat and slowly reached for one of her heels. It made an audible sucking noise as she slid the shoe off her foot and left it dangling on her toes. She looked back up at Chris and was surprised to see him focused squarely on his paper. She began to flex her foot and let her heel slide down until it was dangling right on her big toe. She swung her foot down so that her shoe tapped against the desk. Chris looked up at the noise but, again, immediately dropped his eyes back down. Lori was shocked- it was time to cut to the action. She wiggled her toes until her heels slipped off, bounced off the desk and clattered onto the floor. Chris looked up again and Lori spread out her toes with a smirk. Chris stared a moment, but then closed his eyes and lowered his head back down.
“Wow!” Lori said to herself. She wondered where this newfound willpower had popped up from. She stood up and began sliding her feet over the floor. Her mouth curled up as she felt each piece of dust and dirt under her sensitive soles. She sat on the desk in front of Chris and put her feet up on his desk.
“I hope I’m not distracting you or anything,” she said as she rubbed her soles. “My feet are extra sore today.”
“Don’t worry,” Chris beamed, “I’m done!” Lori stared in shock as he passed his test over her legs to her. She looked over the paper and her eyes widened as she saw a correct answer. And then another, and another.
“Chris… this is great!” she exclaimed. She took her pen out and wrote an A on the page. “How did you do it?” Chris simply shrugged and smiled.
“Well, I made promise,” Lori sighed, leaning back and wiggling her toes. “My feet are all yours.” Chris smiled as he looked her soles up and down. “Well, where do we start?” Lori asked.
“You know, I think it’s getting stuffy in here,” Chris replied. “How about we go for a walk outside?”
“Sure,” Lori grinned. “I guess I’ll have to put these uncomfortable high heels back on…”
“Don’t you usually go barefoot?” Chris asked, playing along.
“Oh right, of course,” Lori chuckled, and followed Chris outside to the field.
“Ooh, that tickles!” she giggled as the grass prickled her soles.
“Oh, are your feet ticklish?” Chris grinned.
“Yes, very,” Lori admitted, blushing a little.
“We can go around the back way so you don’t have to walk on the grass,” Chris said.
“Oh, okay,” Lori smiled. She was soon picking her way along behind the administration building, her bare feet dipping in and out of layers of years-old grime. Her soles stuck slightly to the floor as she walked back into the classroom.
“Why don’t you put your feet up and relax for a moment?” Chris asked. “I’ll be right back.”
“You know, you are still in detention,” Lori smirked as she propped her feet up in her desk. “Then again, I know you’re not going anywhere.” She wiggled her toes and grinned. Chris returned the grin and ducked out. Lori chuckled as she looked over her filthy, jet-black soles. Chris came back in and set a tub of soapy water down next to Lori’s feet.
“Ooh, are you going to pamper me?” Lori giggled. Chris simply picked up his backpack and pulled a chair in front of Lori’s desk. “You can’t move your feet no matter what, ok?” he asked.
“That depends what you’re going to do,” Lori replied. Chris responded by pulling out a toothbrush.
“How long have you been planning this?” Lori asked with a raised eyebrow. Chris simply shrugged, took a hold of her ankle and began poking at her sole with the toothbrush.
“Ehehehehehee!” Lori cried, flexing her toes uncontrollably. “Oh, that tickles so much!” Chris was ruthless, running the brush over every inch of Lori’s sensitive foot. He scrubbed into every line and wrinkle, turning the dirt into thick black mud.
“Oh! Not the toes!” Lori shrieked as Chris ran the brush under them. She threw her head back and let the tears run down her cheeks as he held each toe still and scrubbed the soft pad. It even tickled to feel the bristles under her nails. To Chris, Lori’s laughter was sweet music and her frantically wiggling toes were the perfect performance to accompany it.
“Too bad your feet are so big, it makes them take that much longer to clean,” he teased.
“You know… you love it…” Lori panted. Chris smiled and took out a hand towel. He wet it in the tub and slowly wrung it out. Lori bit her lip in anticipation. She squeezed her eyes shut and let another series of giggles slip out of her lips as Chris began to wipe away the remainder of the mud. Chris deliberately drew out the treatment for as long as possible but eventually Lori’s bare feet were perfectly clean. Her soles would have returned to their original creamy white colour except that all the tickling had turned them bright pink instead.
“That… was intense,” Lori got out between residual giggles.
“It’s not over yet,” Chris grinned. He reached back into his pack and brought out a jar of honey and spoon.
“You have put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” Lori asked, her eyes widening. “Well… I did say my feet are all yours.” Chris opened the honey and began spooning onto Lori’s bare feet. She shivered as she felt it ooze between her toes and down her soles. Chris licked his lips and leaned forward.
“Wahahahaha!” Lori laughed louder than ever as Chris lapped the honey off her heels. The tickling became even worse when he moved up to her arches. Lori’s frantic toe wiggling created deep creases in her soles that Chris drove his tongue through. When he got to the balls of her feet he switched to shrimping the honey off with his lips. He even nibbled the tender feet, causing Lori to let out gasps between her giggles. After that, Chris gave her a break from the tickling and began to suck on her right big toe. Lori responded by pushing two more toes into his mouth- her foot was too big to fit any more- and immediately started laughing again as his tongue slid between them. She became lost in her own laughter as he got to work on the other toes. Even with the torturous tickling, she was actually enjoying the sensation of her feet being licked and sucked. Still, that didn’t stop her from being too exhausted to move by the time Chris was done. She lay still and tried to catch her breath as he moved on to a foot massage.
“Tomorrow, I’ll bring chocolate spread,” Chris grinned. He gave each of her feet a parting kiss before gathering his things and running outside. Lori sat and gathered her breath until she was strong enough to stand. As she picked up her bag, she saw that her heels were gone; Chris must have taken them. She shook her head and gave a chuckle at his audacity.
“If anyone finds out about this, I am so fired,” she mused as she looked down at her sticky feet and wriggled her toes. “…oh well.” Lori locked the room and strode off down the hall barefoot, her soft soles quickly becoming dirty again as they slapped against the floor.
Here is the original post, which I suggest reading first: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?40619-desperately-looking-and-repost
It does involve dirty feet, as a warning to anyone not into that. I gave my part proper punctuation and added some tickling, this being a tickling forum after all.
And now on to my contribution:
Chris tried to focus on his paper when he heard a loud clunk and couldn’t help but look up. His teacher Lori had dropped one of her black high heels on the floor and propped her bare foot up on her desk. Chris tore his eyes back down to his paper and tried to concentrate, but Lori proceeded to kick off her other heel and slide her feet over the floor toward him. Chris took a deep breath and strained his eyes on the next problem, desperately trying to push all other thoughts from his mind. It didn’t work, especially when he heard Lori sit down in the seat next to him. He glanced sideways and sure enough, his eyes immediately locked onto Lori’s now-dusty soles.
“Having trouble, Chris?” Lori smirked, rubbing her feet together.
“I’m trying my best Lori,” Chris replied, “but it’s hard to concentrate with your feet in my face all the time.”
“But Chris,” Lori said innocently, scratching her arch with her big toe, “I thought you liked looking at my feet.” Chris gulped loudly.
“I want to improve my grades, I really do, but it’s really distracting when you tease me like this. You’re always walking around barefoot and propping your feet up, in detention and in class.”
“Teasing you, Chris?” Lori said in mock offense. “I’m just giving my feet a break from these uncomfortable shoes. I can’t help it if my soles get a little dirty in the process.” She walked back to her heels and picked them up. “Speaking of which, I want to stretch my legs a little outside. Watch these for me, will you?” She proceeded to drop her shoes on his desk before padding out of the room. Chris lost all hope of finishing his work with them sitting next to him. He leaned over to look inside and inhaled the sweet smell of Lori’s feet. He could see the imprints left by her dirty soles and the size printed in them: 10. He straightened up when he heard the slap of Lori’s bare feet returning. She sauntered in with a huge grin and sat back down next to Chris. This time she put her feet right up on Chris’s desk, showing that her soles were now pitch black. She began wiggling her toes as she leaned over to examine his worksheet.
“Hmm, you’ve barely made any progress. You must really not want to play with my feet,” smirked and wiggled her toes faster.
“I just need a little more time…” Chris said weakly.
“You need to learn to concentrate,” Lori chuckled as she whipped out a red pen and quickly wrote a big F on the paper. She grabbed it before Chris could protest, walked back to her desk for her bag and headed out the door. “Oops,” she giggled, coming back in. “Nearly forgot these.” She picked up her heels and made her way back out, giving Chris one last view of her filthy soles as they popped up.
Chris sighed. He really had been putting a lot more effort into his work and he knew he could get better grades if he could just focus. But when Lori came in in her high heels he just couldn’t keep his head down, and once she got the shoes off and started getting her bare feet dirty he lost any hope of getting any more work done. His life at school had been torture ever since she’d found out about his foot fetish. He had to find a way to do better-would she really keep her promise and let him have her feet if she got an A?
The next morning went the same as all of them had for the past week: Lori spent the first few minutes striding around the classroom in her heels before kicking them off and going barefoot, and Chris tried unsuccessfully to tear his eyes from her feet as they slowly became dirtier and dirtier. He caught her eye at one point and she shot him a mocking grin. Chris dropped his gaze, his face burning. He became more determined than ever to improve his grade. At first he’d only cared so that he could touch Lori’s feet but now he had a new reason: seeing the look on her face when she saw that A.
As usual, Lori’s heels clicked loudly on the floor as she sauntered into the detention room. She saw already inside at his usual desk.
“Afternoon, Chris,” she called as she sat down and put her feet up.
“Hi,” Chris replied. Lori watched him as he sat and slowly reached for one of her heels. It made an audible sucking noise as she slid the shoe off her foot and left it dangling on her toes. She looked back up at Chris and was surprised to see him focused squarely on his paper. She began to flex her foot and let her heel slide down until it was dangling right on her big toe. She swung her foot down so that her shoe tapped against the desk. Chris looked up at the noise but, again, immediately dropped his eyes back down. Lori was shocked- it was time to cut to the action. She wiggled her toes until her heels slipped off, bounced off the desk and clattered onto the floor. Chris looked up again and Lori spread out her toes with a smirk. Chris stared a moment, but then closed his eyes and lowered his head back down.
“Wow!” Lori said to herself. She wondered where this newfound willpower had popped up from. She stood up and began sliding her feet over the floor. Her mouth curled up as she felt each piece of dust and dirt under her sensitive soles. She sat on the desk in front of Chris and put her feet up on his desk.
“I hope I’m not distracting you or anything,” she said as she rubbed her soles. “My feet are extra sore today.”
“Don’t worry,” Chris beamed, “I’m done!” Lori stared in shock as he passed his test over her legs to her. She looked over the paper and her eyes widened as she saw a correct answer. And then another, and another.
“Chris… this is great!” she exclaimed. She took her pen out and wrote an A on the page. “How did you do it?” Chris simply shrugged and smiled.
“Well, I made promise,” Lori sighed, leaning back and wiggling her toes. “My feet are all yours.” Chris smiled as he looked her soles up and down. “Well, where do we start?” Lori asked.
“You know, I think it’s getting stuffy in here,” Chris replied. “How about we go for a walk outside?”
“Sure,” Lori grinned. “I guess I’ll have to put these uncomfortable high heels back on…”
“Don’t you usually go barefoot?” Chris asked, playing along.
“Oh right, of course,” Lori chuckled, and followed Chris outside to the field.
“Ooh, that tickles!” she giggled as the grass prickled her soles.
“Oh, are your feet ticklish?” Chris grinned.
“Yes, very,” Lori admitted, blushing a little.
“We can go around the back way so you don’t have to walk on the grass,” Chris said.
“Oh, okay,” Lori smiled. She was soon picking her way along behind the administration building, her bare feet dipping in and out of layers of years-old grime. Her soles stuck slightly to the floor as she walked back into the classroom.
“Why don’t you put your feet up and relax for a moment?” Chris asked. “I’ll be right back.”
“You know, you are still in detention,” Lori smirked as she propped her feet up in her desk. “Then again, I know you’re not going anywhere.” She wiggled her toes and grinned. Chris returned the grin and ducked out. Lori chuckled as she looked over her filthy, jet-black soles. Chris came back in and set a tub of soapy water down next to Lori’s feet.
“Ooh, are you going to pamper me?” Lori giggled. Chris simply picked up his backpack and pulled a chair in front of Lori’s desk. “You can’t move your feet no matter what, ok?” he asked.
“That depends what you’re going to do,” Lori replied. Chris responded by pulling out a toothbrush.
“How long have you been planning this?” Lori asked with a raised eyebrow. Chris simply shrugged, took a hold of her ankle and began poking at her sole with the toothbrush.
“Ehehehehehee!” Lori cried, flexing her toes uncontrollably. “Oh, that tickles so much!” Chris was ruthless, running the brush over every inch of Lori’s sensitive foot. He scrubbed into every line and wrinkle, turning the dirt into thick black mud.
“Oh! Not the toes!” Lori shrieked as Chris ran the brush under them. She threw her head back and let the tears run down her cheeks as he held each toe still and scrubbed the soft pad. It even tickled to feel the bristles under her nails. To Chris, Lori’s laughter was sweet music and her frantically wiggling toes were the perfect performance to accompany it.
“Too bad your feet are so big, it makes them take that much longer to clean,” he teased.
“You know… you love it…” Lori panted. Chris smiled and took out a hand towel. He wet it in the tub and slowly wrung it out. Lori bit her lip in anticipation. She squeezed her eyes shut and let another series of giggles slip out of her lips as Chris began to wipe away the remainder of the mud. Chris deliberately drew out the treatment for as long as possible but eventually Lori’s bare feet were perfectly clean. Her soles would have returned to their original creamy white colour except that all the tickling had turned them bright pink instead.
“That… was intense,” Lori got out between residual giggles.
“It’s not over yet,” Chris grinned. He reached back into his pack and brought out a jar of honey and spoon.
“You have put a lot of thought into this, haven’t you?” Lori asked, her eyes widening. “Well… I did say my feet are all yours.” Chris opened the honey and began spooning onto Lori’s bare feet. She shivered as she felt it ooze between her toes and down her soles. Chris licked his lips and leaned forward.
“Wahahahaha!” Lori laughed louder than ever as Chris lapped the honey off her heels. The tickling became even worse when he moved up to her arches. Lori’s frantic toe wiggling created deep creases in her soles that Chris drove his tongue through. When he got to the balls of her feet he switched to shrimping the honey off with his lips. He even nibbled the tender feet, causing Lori to let out gasps between her giggles. After that, Chris gave her a break from the tickling and began to suck on her right big toe. Lori responded by pushing two more toes into his mouth- her foot was too big to fit any more- and immediately started laughing again as his tongue slid between them. She became lost in her own laughter as he got to work on the other toes. Even with the torturous tickling, she was actually enjoying the sensation of her feet being licked and sucked. Still, that didn’t stop her from being too exhausted to move by the time Chris was done. She lay still and tried to catch her breath as he moved on to a foot massage.
“Tomorrow, I’ll bring chocolate spread,” Chris grinned. He gave each of her feet a parting kiss before gathering his things and running outside. Lori sat and gathered her breath until she was strong enough to stand. As she picked up her bag, she saw that her heels were gone; Chris must have taken them. She shook her head and gave a chuckle at his audacity.
“If anyone finds out about this, I am so fired,” she mused as she looked down at her sticky feet and wriggled her toes. “…oh well.” Lori locked the room and strode off down the hall barefoot, her soft soles quickly becoming dirty again as they slapped against the floor.
