Robert did not know how long her had been out. WHen he awoke, he noticed his toes were free and his feet felt warm and comfortable. He could also see just a bit. In the side of the box a small circle of low light shown in.. He tried to angle his head to see out but the low light provided little help. In the distance he could see chairs, cloth covered tables, the edge of a magnificent empty fireplace...It was as if he were in a mansion or banquet hall...now deserted. No giggling laughing...now chatter...just...silence.
After Robert had passed out, the party started to slow down and the Hostess decided to end things early...well, if 3:00 a.m. would be considered early. But still, she had wanted him to last till morning. She had paid a lot of money for this man and now she felt as if she had somehow been cheated. Her plans had been to release him the next afternoon, return him to his capture, who would then return him safely, albiet unconsciously, home, none worse for the wear, minus maybe his sanity. She smiled at that thought, but suddenly frown picking up her cell. Her guests had left, some disappointed as they had not even had a chance to play. SHe would make this right and began pushing the buttons on her phone to argue, cry, flirt, anything to renegotiate the chance to keep him one more night. And after some argueing turned to tears to flirting, she got exactly what she wanted and hung up the phone. SMiling, she walked back to her "Centerpiece" and rested her elbows on the box, her chin in hands smiling at the evenings events, day dreaming for just a moment. After just a few moments, she knew she had to take care of a few things if Robert were going to last another evening of tickle torture. SHe quickly unlaced his toes one by one, the feet now lifeless and limp as Rpbert had not regained consciousness yet.She placed the palms of her hands on the soft long soles of his feet and rubbed them sootingly, lovingly, revelling and marveling at their smoothness. After pumping sevral globs of lotion into her hands she massaged it into his soles, massaging firmly and carefully, and finally covering his feet with thick warm socks. After wiping her hands on the napkin, she moved to the side of the box and removed a small panel peering in. She smiled at the sleeping man, his hair in complete disarray, drool on his face. OH how she wanted to make him howl with laughter...but she knew she had to refrain. Instead, she prepared some warm wet towels, a few dry towels, and some Snickers candy bars, Milky Ways, and water. She also, surprised he had not peed himself put in a bottle with a secure lid for his...needs. After quickly placing the items in the box, she quickly replaced the side panel. Near his head, she pulled the circular plug to allow a bit more fresh air and light so when he woke up, he at least would not panic and possibly hurt himself. Despite what he might think, she wasn't a monster and she certainly did not hate men...in fact, she loved their laughter...and using her touch to eek every bit of it from them. After turning down the lights, she ascended the staircase knowing the girl she hired would soon be here to clean up from the party. Meanwhile...she needed some sleep so she would be ready for tomorrow's....she looked at her watch...er, TONIGHT's event....smaller, but allowing those who missed out to come back.
Robert had no idea what time it was...the light was still low and hefelt something soft beside him that was not previously there....warm soft and wet. Towels? He wiped his face grateful for ...His feet were still protruding through the ends of the box and he had long ago. He would wait and try another way out...bargain, reason, but he knew he was going nowhere soon. He soon found the candy bars and scarfed them down quickly, drinking the water, and....embarrassed used the bottle that he assumed was for his relief. ANd then he lay thinking...soon dozing....waiting...and waiting.
Skylar had stayed up late watching anime. SHe considered herself nerdy, maybe even a little quirky, but she didn't care. And besides, she had the best job in the world working for the beautiful rich socialite the service sent her too. The job was easy and the woman took a liking to Skylar. Skylar often wondered exactly what this crazy rich people did, particularly where she worked, but she minded her own business, did her job, and made some good money! She clicked off the television, finished her morning coffee and scooted out the door in the predawn hours eager to get to work so she could get done and head back home to climb back into bed. Her anime habit kept her up way too late and she needed to catch up on some sleep.
The latch turned quietly and Skylar let herself in the back door, closing and returning the key to her pocket. SHe was happy the house was so big. She could clean the entire downstairs, even run the vaccum if need be, the upstairs bedrooms far enough away to be isolated from the going's on of the massive rooms, great room, dining area,etc. Entering the massive great room, she flicked on the lights. She was surprised at the condition, and then quickly remember that there was a party last night. Tables, chairs, glasses, the huge punch bowl and...
She blinked her eyes not sure what she was actually seeing when a man's voice startled her. "HEY< PLEASE! HELP ME!!!! WHO'S OUT THERE!?!?! Skylar turned to run, her heart nearly stopping but she wasn't sure where the voice had come fom. SHe froze and saw fingers wiggling through the small circular hole, not large enough to even fit a hand through. Skylar was confused...afraid...and curious. She slowly approached the odd looking box, socked feet protruding from one end, fingers wiggling to get her attention. Robert spoke again, quietly this time, not wanting his only hope of freedom to run in fear. "Please....help me....these people are crazy! ...please get me out...or call the police....please!!!! I'll pay you!"" Skylar just stared in confusion until he quieted for a moment. She peered through the small whole and could see the face of a man...in fact, a very handsome younger man and asked in confusion, "How in the world did you get in there?!?!" Robert never answered and instead yelled forcefully at poor Skylar who was as confused as he was, "GET ME OUT NOW!!!!"
SKlar stepped back, not even realizing there was nothing he could do anyhow. but instinct made her move back from the hoe. She really didn't know what to do! Robert spoke again, this time more calmly trying to remain calm and not scare this girl any more than she obviously was. "Please...please just help me...I don't know HOW I got in here. I went to bed in my own home and when I woke up, I was in this box. Please...j-just help me." Skylar's mind raced....what WAS her employer into!?! SHe certainly didn't want to call the police...she also didn't want to get in trouble and she didn't know what to do. She approached the box again, feeling around the fine polished edges for a release...a latch. "I'm trying...I'm trying!" Skylar was nearly in tears wondering what sh had gotten herself into this time. "PLEASE...I mean, please", he encouraged, lowering his voice, Hurry!!!" Skylar was frantic looking for a latch or lever to open the box. "I AM! I AM!" She moved along the box and coming to his feet kept feeling along the bottom edge of the lid. "Why are your feet sticking out?" she asked more confused than ever. When Robert heard the word "ffet" his toes immediately curled in response. The movement caught Skylar's attention and she looked down noticing the soft cords weaving in and out along the top of the padded leather end and her eyes opened wide. Robert lay quiet for a moment finally whispering, "J-Just p-please...help me get out." Skylar looked at the socked covered feet and now that she wasn't so panicky noticed various objects lying on the floor, under the table....feathers, artist brushes, pipecleaners...when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "THEY TICKLED YOU!?!?!", she asked incredulously. Roberts voice was barely audible, "please....please..just help me." Skylar could not believe what she was seeing, her mind racing, wondering just WHAT her employer was into! But curiosity got the best of her.
Robert lay still when he heard Skylar approach the small hole, but instead of seeing her, the light suddenly was gone and as the plastic lid was being screwed shut he heard her soft trailing voice..."Sorry". Robert immediately began yelling, pounding the soft padding on the inside of the box which absorbed most of the force and sound. But his struggling was obvious, not only from the sounds coming from within, but from the socked feet writhing as she rounded the end of the box again. SKylar looked around the room quickly, making sure they were still alone and with a curious excitement ripped off each sock and threw them aside. Robert nearly freaked out as the air suddnely hit his feet, the socks coming off so fas he barely had time to register the action. His feet continued to writhe but Skylar knew those soft cords were there for his toes. Using the heel of her hand she pressed back on the ball of his foot, forcing his foot to stretch taut as she quickly looped each cord around each toe and snugged it tight. She worked quickly and could hear Robert's muffled begging, "PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON"T DO THIS!!!! PLEASE!!!! NONO PLEASE!!!!" Skylar wasn't listening, she heard the words but her focus was to get these feet restrained and she used her hand to stretch and tie the second foot just as securely...snugging, stretching and snugging some more. While his feet remained immobile, his body within flailed and he soon became exhausted from the struggles. Skylar's curiosity was eating her alive...she had to see what this was all about and though she had not even tickled him, she felt a flush of excitiement. Moving to the head of the box she leaned down, tapping on the box for his attention and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry...I really am, bt I need to try this for myself...I'm sorry." She quickly scurried back to the foot of the box and pulled up a chair facing the long soft soles staring at them intently...noticing ever curve, every wrinle and line and was actually impressed, never realizing how nice and tempting soft bare soles could be.
SHe lay one arm across the table at the foot of the box, her chin resting on her arm just inches from the soft sole. With her other hand she used just the soft pad of her finger, and ever so gently, ever so slowly, ever so softly...ever so carefully stroked and petted just the center of his arch of his left foot. She was not prepared for the EXPLOSION of wild cackling laughter and shaking of the box and her eyes opened wide, a smile spreading across her face as one word escapes her lips..."WOW!" SHe begins giggling and begins the soft slow agonizing tickling of his arch...just that one spot....up and down...small gentle circles...slowly, lightly....incessently as he burst into louder more frantic laughter. "She stopped tickling but couldn't stop giggling as she knocked on the box, "YOU ARE SO TICKLISH!!! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!" Robert never had time to respond as her finger tip returned to the teasing sadistic tickling of his arch, her eyes wide in mischevious wonderment, her giggling and laughing at his plight. Her fingers began to roam, almost idly...casually stroking along his soles, carressing the heels, the balls of the feet, under his toes. The noise inside the box was deafening...wild frantic, out of control laughter exploded from Robert's lungs. Skylar smiled unable to stop her incessant giggling...lost in time...lost in thought understanding now her employer's passion. She wonder's how bad this is for the poor man...but she couldn't stop. His laughter made her laugh! His ticklishness was her delight! She really didn't care right now...this was fun...exciting...and she had no intent of stopping any time soon. (Part 6 in a bit)
After Robert had passed out, the party started to slow down and the Hostess decided to end things early...well, if 3:00 a.m. would be considered early. But still, she had wanted him to last till morning. She had paid a lot of money for this man and now she felt as if she had somehow been cheated. Her plans had been to release him the next afternoon, return him to his capture, who would then return him safely, albiet unconsciously, home, none worse for the wear, minus maybe his sanity. She smiled at that thought, but suddenly frown picking up her cell. Her guests had left, some disappointed as they had not even had a chance to play. SHe would make this right and began pushing the buttons on her phone to argue, cry, flirt, anything to renegotiate the chance to keep him one more night. And after some argueing turned to tears to flirting, she got exactly what she wanted and hung up the phone. SMiling, she walked back to her "Centerpiece" and rested her elbows on the box, her chin in hands smiling at the evenings events, day dreaming for just a moment. After just a few moments, she knew she had to take care of a few things if Robert were going to last another evening of tickle torture. SHe quickly unlaced his toes one by one, the feet now lifeless and limp as Rpbert had not regained consciousness yet.She placed the palms of her hands on the soft long soles of his feet and rubbed them sootingly, lovingly, revelling and marveling at their smoothness. After pumping sevral globs of lotion into her hands she massaged it into his soles, massaging firmly and carefully, and finally covering his feet with thick warm socks. After wiping her hands on the napkin, she moved to the side of the box and removed a small panel peering in. She smiled at the sleeping man, his hair in complete disarray, drool on his face. OH how she wanted to make him howl with laughter...but she knew she had to refrain. Instead, she prepared some warm wet towels, a few dry towels, and some Snickers candy bars, Milky Ways, and water. She also, surprised he had not peed himself put in a bottle with a secure lid for his...needs. After quickly placing the items in the box, she quickly replaced the side panel. Near his head, she pulled the circular plug to allow a bit more fresh air and light so when he woke up, he at least would not panic and possibly hurt himself. Despite what he might think, she wasn't a monster and she certainly did not hate men...in fact, she loved their laughter...and using her touch to eek every bit of it from them. After turning down the lights, she ascended the staircase knowing the girl she hired would soon be here to clean up from the party. Meanwhile...she needed some sleep so she would be ready for tomorrow's....she looked at her watch...er, TONIGHT's event....smaller, but allowing those who missed out to come back.
Robert had no idea what time it was...the light was still low and hefelt something soft beside him that was not previously there....warm soft and wet. Towels? He wiped his face grateful for ...His feet were still protruding through the ends of the box and he had long ago. He would wait and try another way out...bargain, reason, but he knew he was going nowhere soon. He soon found the candy bars and scarfed them down quickly, drinking the water, and....embarrassed used the bottle that he assumed was for his relief. ANd then he lay thinking...soon dozing....waiting...and waiting.
Skylar had stayed up late watching anime. SHe considered herself nerdy, maybe even a little quirky, but she didn't care. And besides, she had the best job in the world working for the beautiful rich socialite the service sent her too. The job was easy and the woman took a liking to Skylar. Skylar often wondered exactly what this crazy rich people did, particularly where she worked, but she minded her own business, did her job, and made some good money! She clicked off the television, finished her morning coffee and scooted out the door in the predawn hours eager to get to work so she could get done and head back home to climb back into bed. Her anime habit kept her up way too late and she needed to catch up on some sleep.
The latch turned quietly and Skylar let herself in the back door, closing and returning the key to her pocket. SHe was happy the house was so big. She could clean the entire downstairs, even run the vaccum if need be, the upstairs bedrooms far enough away to be isolated from the going's on of the massive rooms, great room, dining area,etc. Entering the massive great room, she flicked on the lights. She was surprised at the condition, and then quickly remember that there was a party last night. Tables, chairs, glasses, the huge punch bowl and...
She blinked her eyes not sure what she was actually seeing when a man's voice startled her. "HEY< PLEASE! HELP ME!!!! WHO'S OUT THERE!?!?! Skylar turned to run, her heart nearly stopping but she wasn't sure where the voice had come fom. SHe froze and saw fingers wiggling through the small circular hole, not large enough to even fit a hand through. Skylar was confused...afraid...and curious. She slowly approached the odd looking box, socked feet protruding from one end, fingers wiggling to get her attention. Robert spoke again, quietly this time, not wanting his only hope of freedom to run in fear. "Please....help me....these people are crazy! ...please get me out...or call the police....please!!!! I'll pay you!"" Skylar just stared in confusion until he quieted for a moment. She peered through the small whole and could see the face of a man...in fact, a very handsome younger man and asked in confusion, "How in the world did you get in there?!?!" Robert never answered and instead yelled forcefully at poor Skylar who was as confused as he was, "GET ME OUT NOW!!!!"
SKlar stepped back, not even realizing there was nothing he could do anyhow. but instinct made her move back from the hoe. She really didn't know what to do! Robert spoke again, this time more calmly trying to remain calm and not scare this girl any more than she obviously was. "Please...please just help me...I don't know HOW I got in here. I went to bed in my own home and when I woke up, I was in this box. Please...j-just help me." Skylar's mind raced....what WAS her employer into!?! SHe certainly didn't want to call the police...she also didn't want to get in trouble and she didn't know what to do. She approached the box again, feeling around the fine polished edges for a release...a latch. "I'm trying...I'm trying!" Skylar was nearly in tears wondering what sh had gotten herself into this time. "PLEASE...I mean, please", he encouraged, lowering his voice, Hurry!!!" Skylar was frantic looking for a latch or lever to open the box. "I AM! I AM!" She moved along the box and coming to his feet kept feeling along the bottom edge of the lid. "Why are your feet sticking out?" she asked more confused than ever. When Robert heard the word "ffet" his toes immediately curled in response. The movement caught Skylar's attention and she looked down noticing the soft cords weaving in and out along the top of the padded leather end and her eyes opened wide. Robert lay quiet for a moment finally whispering, "J-Just p-please...help me get out." Skylar looked at the socked covered feet and now that she wasn't so panicky noticed various objects lying on the floor, under the table....feathers, artist brushes, pipecleaners...when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. "THEY TICKLED YOU!?!?!", she asked incredulously. Roberts voice was barely audible, "please....please..just help me." Skylar could not believe what she was seeing, her mind racing, wondering just WHAT her employer was into! But curiosity got the best of her.
Robert lay still when he heard Skylar approach the small hole, but instead of seeing her, the light suddenly was gone and as the plastic lid was being screwed shut he heard her soft trailing voice..."Sorry". Robert immediately began yelling, pounding the soft padding on the inside of the box which absorbed most of the force and sound. But his struggling was obvious, not only from the sounds coming from within, but from the socked feet writhing as she rounded the end of the box again. SKylar looked around the room quickly, making sure they were still alone and with a curious excitement ripped off each sock and threw them aside. Robert nearly freaked out as the air suddnely hit his feet, the socks coming off so fas he barely had time to register the action. His feet continued to writhe but Skylar knew those soft cords were there for his toes. Using the heel of her hand she pressed back on the ball of his foot, forcing his foot to stretch taut as she quickly looped each cord around each toe and snugged it tight. She worked quickly and could hear Robert's muffled begging, "PLEASE!!! PLEASE DON"T DO THIS!!!! PLEASE!!!! NONO PLEASE!!!!" Skylar wasn't listening, she heard the words but her focus was to get these feet restrained and she used her hand to stretch and tie the second foot just as securely...snugging, stretching and snugging some more. While his feet remained immobile, his body within flailed and he soon became exhausted from the struggles. Skylar's curiosity was eating her alive...she had to see what this was all about and though she had not even tickled him, she felt a flush of excitiement. Moving to the head of the box she leaned down, tapping on the box for his attention and spoke quietly. "I'm sorry...I really am, bt I need to try this for myself...I'm sorry." She quickly scurried back to the foot of the box and pulled up a chair facing the long soft soles staring at them intently...noticing ever curve, every wrinle and line and was actually impressed, never realizing how nice and tempting soft bare soles could be.
SHe lay one arm across the table at the foot of the box, her chin resting on her arm just inches from the soft sole. With her other hand she used just the soft pad of her finger, and ever so gently, ever so slowly, ever so softly...ever so carefully stroked and petted just the center of his arch of his left foot. She was not prepared for the EXPLOSION of wild cackling laughter and shaking of the box and her eyes opened wide, a smile spreading across her face as one word escapes her lips..."WOW!" SHe begins giggling and begins the soft slow agonizing tickling of his arch...just that one spot....up and down...small gentle circles...slowly, lightly....incessently as he burst into louder more frantic laughter. "She stopped tickling but couldn't stop giggling as she knocked on the box, "YOU ARE SO TICKLISH!!! THIS IS SO MUCH FUN!!!!" Robert never had time to respond as her finger tip returned to the teasing sadistic tickling of his arch, her eyes wide in mischevious wonderment, her giggling and laughing at his plight. Her fingers began to roam, almost idly...casually stroking along his soles, carressing the heels, the balls of the feet, under his toes. The noise inside the box was deafening...wild frantic, out of control laughter exploded from Robert's lungs. Skylar smiled unable to stop her incessant giggling...lost in time...lost in thought understanding now her employer's passion. She wonder's how bad this is for the poor man...but she couldn't stop. His laughter made her laugh! His ticklishness was her delight! She really didn't care right now...this was fun...exciting...and she had no intent of stopping any time soon. (Part 6 in a bit)
