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(Author: "Takahane." Written and first posted to AMTk July 1997; second revision, May 1998; final revision, May 2024)
“Gorgeous Saturday morning,” I thought to myself as I laid in bed looking out the window. It was quiet; I had the place all to myself for the weekend, as Mayumi was in Orlando for a two-day state certification course. I figured I'd entertain myself by washing the car, and then driving over to the airport to watch the Sports Car Club event -- maybe even get the car on the course and run a few circuits myself.
I was hooking up the hose to the bib when new neighbor Keiko flashed by on her rollerblades, waving as she passed. She and Mayumi had met at JapanFest a couple of years ago and have been close friends ever since. Lately Keiko had been looking to purchase a property when a townhouse down the street came on the market -- now the two of them spend lots of time together, much to my entertainment.
Typically petite, yet incredibly fit, Keiko was clad in tight black shorts and a white bikini top, along with the requisite knee and elbow pads. She wore dark Raybans, so she either didn't see or politely ignored my tripping over the water hose while I was watching her do her rollergirl thing.
"Slippin' and a-slidin' ... Skateaway, that's all" [Mark Knopfler]
Well, back to the job at hand...
The roadster was gleaming as I put the top down and pulled into the street a half-hour later. I had driven about four miles when I noticed Keiko sitting on the curb beside the road, looking dejected.
"Trouble?" I asked as I pulled up.
"Yeah, I broke a wheel," replied Keiko, "and I wasn't looking forward to the walk back in this heat."
"Say no more. I'd never hear the end of it from Mayumi if I left you here." I popped the trunk release. "Take off your skates and toss 'em in the back; I'll drive you home." I didn't realize it just then, but my day's plans were about to change. For the better.
"Thanks, Alex, that's sweet," Keiko said as she unlaced her inlines and pulled them off. I had totally forgotten about the sports car event when I watched her roll down each of her white athletic socks and slip them from her tiny feet. She dropped everything in the boot, closed the lid, then opened the passenger door and eased into the seat. I sneaked a few glances at her feet before I pulled away from the curb and whipped around in a 180 to head back home.
During the drive, I couldn't help lingering looks at Keiko's bare feet, which she teasingly slid along the floor as she chatted about this and that, occasionally curling her toes into the texture of the carpet. She had gorgeous feet, soft and uncalloused, with small even toes topped by a perfect pedicure and natural polish. I was nearly lost in my revelry when I suddenly became aware that she had caught me looking at her feet -- she was smiling at me, a curious expression on her face. She curled her toes again and casually remarked, "They're ticklish, too -- wanna find out for yourself?"
I damn near ran off the road right then and there, but somehow I was able to keep the car in its lane. I looked over at her, feeling my face blushing furiously. Her silky, shoulder-length black hair blew about her face as she threw her head back and laughed. "Mayumi told me your secret -- that you are an incredible tickler, and I've been wanting to find out for myself if you're as good as Mayumi says you are. You think you’re up for it?"
I don't even remember pulling into her driveway or going inside. The next thing I knew, we were sitting on her couch, sharing a bong, chatting ... but not about what had been said earlier. She seemed nervous and suddenly a bit intimidated; I tried to put her at ease. As the smoke took effect and she relaxed, she began to get giggly -- always a good sign. At last, she pushed herself towards the end of the couch, lifted her legs and lowered her feet into my lap.
I brought my hands up and took hold of her warm feet. Gently I massaged them, increasing the pressure as I continued. She closed her eyes and leaned back farther, purring, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good. You have gentle hands ... I like your touch. That's a nice beginning."
Challenged, I then lightly touched my fingertips to the sole of her right foot -- she flinched and then unconsciously bit her lower lip. My fingertips glided across the bottom of her bare foot, slowly from her heel towards the base of her toes. She reacted almost violently, unable to hold still enough for the stroke to finish, pulling away and breaking out in giggles. I grabbed her ankle with my free hand to hold her steady and continued the attack on her ticklish sole, which caused her to increase her struggling and laughing out loud.
We continued this way for a few minutes, Keiko attempting and failing to hold her feet still to accept the torment. But I knew that I would have to take further steps to immobilize her before working some real magic.
"You're having trouble holding still, aren't you?" I teasingly asked Keiko, her face slightly flushed from her brief struggling. "What should we do about that?" I thought it best to allow her to take the lead, or at least give her the impression that she was in control ... for now, at least.
She didn't disappoint me. "Sumimasen (pardon me) -- wait here." With that she disappeared into her bedroom for half a minute, returning with a handful of old nylons. "I always keep a few extras around," she explained, tossing me the bundle. A few minutes more and I had Keiko's wrists bound behind her back, her knees secured with a second nylon, the third wrapped about her ankles resting across my thigh.
Keiko was watching curiously and testing her bondage as I produced a small bottle of massage oil that I had found in her bath. I snapped open the top and applied a bit to my fingertips, slowly letting the liquid drip and run towards my palm. I looked into Keiko's eyes ... her gaze was locked onto my fingers. Her tongue absently coasted over her upper lip as she began to squirm ever so slightly.
I touched my oiled fingers to her right sole and lightly began coating the surface, working the oil along the edge of her foot. Keiko was breathing deeply, and in spite of her trying to remain still, she couldn't help twitching and twisting against the unyielding bindings.
When I had both soles covered, I used my fingertips to explore every crease and ridge on the bottoms of her feet, creeping along by the millimeter, never halting the constant motion over her ticklish skin. At first Keiko giggled, but soon she was losing control and laughing out loud, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. Surprisingly she was not fighting; she seemed relaxed and happy, as the tickling sensations were enough to overwhelm her emotional (but not physical) restraint. For several minutes I tickled her gorgeous feet -- until she really became red-faced and breathless, then I stopped to let her rest.
As she caught her breath, I undid the lace of my deck shoe and removed it, then I looped it around the base of Keiko's big toes and lashed them together. Now she would not be able to defend her feet by twisting one to cover the other...a likelihood that I had to anticipate for her next torment.
She must have been thinking the same thing. "Uh ... Alex," Keiko ventured, "... ummm, you know, this is fun, but I'd like to keep it light. I wouldn't want to make trouble between Mayumi and you -- "
"Don't worry, Keiko," I interrupted, "I'm sure that Mayumi probably told you quite a bit about my techniques -- I know how the "girl talk" thing works. Besides, since this was YOUR idea, I wouldn't want you to leave you disappointed!" With that I pinned her ankles between my thighs and raked my short nails across her arches.
Immediately Keiko squealed and tried to jerk free, but my grip held and I continued to press the attack on her slick arches. Laughter shook her petite form as my nails danced upon the bottoms of her helpless feet. She began thrashing on the couch as the sensations overwhelmed her--she was fairly screaming with laughter, so I was glad that her neighbors weren't home-- otherwise the police would have been at the door by then! This was so much fun that I tortured her for almost ten minutes without a break, as tears began to roll from the corners of her almond eyes. She was nearly paralyzed from oxygen starvation when I stopped, and she gasped for breath for several minutes afterwards. While she tried to regain her composure, I busied myself preparing for the next round.
After all, I had a reputation to uphold.
While Keiko was temporarily unable to move, I searched her place for a few "tools" that I could put to good use. I found an inclined exercise bench in a back room; I carried it into the living room, where I set it beside the couch. I moved her limp body from the couch to the bench, pulling up on the backboard until it locked into place. I set her against the back rest and secured her waist and upper torso to the bench with more nylons. I also anchored her wrists behind, to a crossbrace under the bench.
Moving to the foot of the bench, I looped nylons about Keiko's thighs, calves, and ankles, virtually cocooning her. As she progressively lost more mobility, she began to realize the situation that she was in, which brought new life to her futile struggling. "Please," she pleaded, "I don't think I can stand any more ..." Without answering, I walked into her bath and gathered a few more things, then returned to place them on the floor beside the bench where she could not see them. Using a warm washcloth soaked in soapy water, I carefully washed the remaining massage oil from her soles as Keiko squirmed and giggled a little. When her soles were clean, I moved to the floor beside her, waiting a few moments for them to dry completely, which I knew would leave smooth, soft, slightly-taut skin.
Keiko looked at me with a pleading look on her expressive face. "I'm not so sure now that this was such a great idea. I loved hearing Mayumi's story about how you tied her up and tickled her, but I didn't realize you would go so far."
I began inching towards her feet as I replied, "Sweet Keiko, you may have no idea of how far you can be pushed. But," I added, while tying the thong around her toes to the nylon about her calves, pulling it tight, "I bet that we’ll find out!"
I opened a package of talc and dusted her upturned soles with the fine powder. When I picked up the small make-up brush and it entered her field of view, her mouth dropped open. Before she could form the first word of protest, the tip of the brush made contact with the edge of her left foot and she exploded into a fit of laughter. The bench seemingly vibrated from her hysterics as I drove the bristly brushtip in long lines over my Asian captive's helpless soles, repeating the tortuous journey over and over again. Tears streamed from her eyes after about a minute of the caress from the brush, and her breasts heaved with her attempts to suck down enough air to replenish her starved lungs.
I continued for about 15 minutes, watching her reactions closely for any signs of fainting, but Keiko gamely refused to take herself out. I could tell that, despite her apparent agony, she was actually enjoying the tickling. Time to step it up another notch, I decided.
I exchanged the flat, inch-wide brush I had been using for a small lipstick brush. Before her laughter died down, I started lightly teasing the tender skin at the base of Keiko's wiggling toes with it, following along the wrinkles and creases with the pointed tip. She began laughing even harder than before! I had to be careful and pull back a bit during the moments when she was reduced to silence for lack of breath. I really thought that this was going to drive her nuts, but then I noticed that she was trying to grind her hips against the bench. Now she was ready to go crazy -- of a different sort.
Once again I changed implements, and Keiko shrieked when she felt the sharp bristles of the hairbrush begin coursing along both of her bare arches at once. The prickly, scratchy sensations all over the most sensitive areas of her feet were crashing in her mind until she could no longer think. All that existed was the brush, tickling and tickling her soles, while she was powerless to do anything about it. Each minute seemed suspended, time standing still, as the bristles ever-so-slowly, teasingly, scraped and scratched, thousands of pinpricks dancing across her arches ...
All the while, a familiar feeling was growing stronger between Keiko's pinioned legs. Her guttural laughter began to morph into a stuttering moan ... and then, suddenly ...
Keiko's body bucked up hard against her restraints and a cry tore itself from her throat as finally -- mercifully -- she reached a consciousness-shattering orgasm. After long moments of riding the waves of intense sensation coursing through her lithe body, she sighed heavily and passed out cold.
The only thought that came to my mind was, "Yow !”
I loosened her bonds and rubbed the deep creases where the nylons had held her. I lifted her tiny body and laid her back onto her couch as her head lolled. I made some hot tea for myself, and I poured her a cup as well, leaving it on the end table. She showed no signs of regaining her senses anytime soon. I walked to the entrance, pulled the door shut behind me and jumped into the roadster. A nice blast down a deserted two-lane brought things back in perspective.
The lights were still out at Keiko's place when I pulled back into my driveway two hours later.
A few days afterwards, Mayumi was talking about her board exams, but somehow the conversation kept turning back to the great Japanese restaurants she found in Orlando. We were just talking about where we would eat that night when Mayumi said, "Oh, yeah ... I was talking to Keiko earlier, and she mentioned that you had helped her out last weekend."
"Oh ... yeah ..." I weakly replied, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"She keeps telling me how lucky I am to have you," Mayumi continued, kissing me lightly on my cheek, "Thank you for being so nice to my friends, honey."
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. "No problem, babe, " I replied, thinking that the lucky one around here is ... me.
“Gorgeous Saturday morning,” I thought to myself as I laid in bed looking out the window. It was quiet; I had the place all to myself for the weekend, as Mayumi was in Orlando for a two-day state certification course. I figured I'd entertain myself by washing the car, and then driving over to the airport to watch the Sports Car Club event -- maybe even get the car on the course and run a few circuits myself.
I was hooking up the hose to the bib when new neighbor Keiko flashed by on her rollerblades, waving as she passed. She and Mayumi had met at JapanFest a couple of years ago and have been close friends ever since. Lately Keiko had been looking to purchase a property when a townhouse down the street came on the market -- now the two of them spend lots of time together, much to my entertainment.
Typically petite, yet incredibly fit, Keiko was clad in tight black shorts and a white bikini top, along with the requisite knee and elbow pads. She wore dark Raybans, so she either didn't see or politely ignored my tripping over the water hose while I was watching her do her rollergirl thing.
"Slippin' and a-slidin' ... Skateaway, that's all" [Mark Knopfler]
Well, back to the job at hand...
The roadster was gleaming as I put the top down and pulled into the street a half-hour later. I had driven about four miles when I noticed Keiko sitting on the curb beside the road, looking dejected.
"Trouble?" I asked as I pulled up.
"Yeah, I broke a wheel," replied Keiko, "and I wasn't looking forward to the walk back in this heat."
"Say no more. I'd never hear the end of it from Mayumi if I left you here." I popped the trunk release. "Take off your skates and toss 'em in the back; I'll drive you home." I didn't realize it just then, but my day's plans were about to change. For the better.
"Thanks, Alex, that's sweet," Keiko said as she unlaced her inlines and pulled them off. I had totally forgotten about the sports car event when I watched her roll down each of her white athletic socks and slip them from her tiny feet. She dropped everything in the boot, closed the lid, then opened the passenger door and eased into the seat. I sneaked a few glances at her feet before I pulled away from the curb and whipped around in a 180 to head back home.
During the drive, I couldn't help lingering looks at Keiko's bare feet, which she teasingly slid along the floor as she chatted about this and that, occasionally curling her toes into the texture of the carpet. She had gorgeous feet, soft and uncalloused, with small even toes topped by a perfect pedicure and natural polish. I was nearly lost in my revelry when I suddenly became aware that she had caught me looking at her feet -- she was smiling at me, a curious expression on her face. She curled her toes again and casually remarked, "They're ticklish, too -- wanna find out for yourself?"
I damn near ran off the road right then and there, but somehow I was able to keep the car in its lane. I looked over at her, feeling my face blushing furiously. Her silky, shoulder-length black hair blew about her face as she threw her head back and laughed. "Mayumi told me your secret -- that you are an incredible tickler, and I've been wanting to find out for myself if you're as good as Mayumi says you are. You think you’re up for it?"
I don't even remember pulling into her driveway or going inside. The next thing I knew, we were sitting on her couch, sharing a bong, chatting ... but not about what had been said earlier. She seemed nervous and suddenly a bit intimidated; I tried to put her at ease. As the smoke took effect and she relaxed, she began to get giggly -- always a good sign. At last, she pushed herself towards the end of the couch, lifted her legs and lowered her feet into my lap.
I brought my hands up and took hold of her warm feet. Gently I massaged them, increasing the pressure as I continued. She closed her eyes and leaned back farther, purring, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good. You have gentle hands ... I like your touch. That's a nice beginning."
Challenged, I then lightly touched my fingertips to the sole of her right foot -- she flinched and then unconsciously bit her lower lip. My fingertips glided across the bottom of her bare foot, slowly from her heel towards the base of her toes. She reacted almost violently, unable to hold still enough for the stroke to finish, pulling away and breaking out in giggles. I grabbed her ankle with my free hand to hold her steady and continued the attack on her ticklish sole, which caused her to increase her struggling and laughing out loud.
We continued this way for a few minutes, Keiko attempting and failing to hold her feet still to accept the torment. But I knew that I would have to take further steps to immobilize her before working some real magic.
"You're having trouble holding still, aren't you?" I teasingly asked Keiko, her face slightly flushed from her brief struggling. "What should we do about that?" I thought it best to allow her to take the lead, or at least give her the impression that she was in control ... for now, at least.
She didn't disappoint me. "Sumimasen (pardon me) -- wait here." With that she disappeared into her bedroom for half a minute, returning with a handful of old nylons. "I always keep a few extras around," she explained, tossing me the bundle. A few minutes more and I had Keiko's wrists bound behind her back, her knees secured with a second nylon, the third wrapped about her ankles resting across my thigh.
Keiko was watching curiously and testing her bondage as I produced a small bottle of massage oil that I had found in her bath. I snapped open the top and applied a bit to my fingertips, slowly letting the liquid drip and run towards my palm. I looked into Keiko's eyes ... her gaze was locked onto my fingers. Her tongue absently coasted over her upper lip as she began to squirm ever so slightly.
I touched my oiled fingers to her right sole and lightly began coating the surface, working the oil along the edge of her foot. Keiko was breathing deeply, and in spite of her trying to remain still, she couldn't help twitching and twisting against the unyielding bindings.
When I had both soles covered, I used my fingertips to explore every crease and ridge on the bottoms of her feet, creeping along by the millimeter, never halting the constant motion over her ticklish skin. At first Keiko giggled, but soon she was losing control and laughing out loud, closing her eyes and tossing her head back. Surprisingly she was not fighting; she seemed relaxed and happy, as the tickling sensations were enough to overwhelm her emotional (but not physical) restraint. For several minutes I tickled her gorgeous feet -- until she really became red-faced and breathless, then I stopped to let her rest.
As she caught her breath, I undid the lace of my deck shoe and removed it, then I looped it around the base of Keiko's big toes and lashed them together. Now she would not be able to defend her feet by twisting one to cover the other...a likelihood that I had to anticipate for her next torment.
She must have been thinking the same thing. "Uh ... Alex," Keiko ventured, "... ummm, you know, this is fun, but I'd like to keep it light. I wouldn't want to make trouble between Mayumi and you -- "
"Don't worry, Keiko," I interrupted, "I'm sure that Mayumi probably told you quite a bit about my techniques -- I know how the "girl talk" thing works. Besides, since this was YOUR idea, I wouldn't want you to leave you disappointed!" With that I pinned her ankles between my thighs and raked my short nails across her arches.
Immediately Keiko squealed and tried to jerk free, but my grip held and I continued to press the attack on her slick arches. Laughter shook her petite form as my nails danced upon the bottoms of her helpless feet. She began thrashing on the couch as the sensations overwhelmed her--she was fairly screaming with laughter, so I was glad that her neighbors weren't home-- otherwise the police would have been at the door by then! This was so much fun that I tortured her for almost ten minutes without a break, as tears began to roll from the corners of her almond eyes. She was nearly paralyzed from oxygen starvation when I stopped, and she gasped for breath for several minutes afterwards. While she tried to regain her composure, I busied myself preparing for the next round.
After all, I had a reputation to uphold.
While Keiko was temporarily unable to move, I searched her place for a few "tools" that I could put to good use. I found an inclined exercise bench in a back room; I carried it into the living room, where I set it beside the couch. I moved her limp body from the couch to the bench, pulling up on the backboard until it locked into place. I set her against the back rest and secured her waist and upper torso to the bench with more nylons. I also anchored her wrists behind, to a crossbrace under the bench.
Moving to the foot of the bench, I looped nylons about Keiko's thighs, calves, and ankles, virtually cocooning her. As she progressively lost more mobility, she began to realize the situation that she was in, which brought new life to her futile struggling. "Please," she pleaded, "I don't think I can stand any more ..." Without answering, I walked into her bath and gathered a few more things, then returned to place them on the floor beside the bench where she could not see them. Using a warm washcloth soaked in soapy water, I carefully washed the remaining massage oil from her soles as Keiko squirmed and giggled a little. When her soles were clean, I moved to the floor beside her, waiting a few moments for them to dry completely, which I knew would leave smooth, soft, slightly-taut skin.
Keiko looked at me with a pleading look on her expressive face. "I'm not so sure now that this was such a great idea. I loved hearing Mayumi's story about how you tied her up and tickled her, but I didn't realize you would go so far."
I began inching towards her feet as I replied, "Sweet Keiko, you may have no idea of how far you can be pushed. But," I added, while tying the thong around her toes to the nylon about her calves, pulling it tight, "I bet that we’ll find out!"
I opened a package of talc and dusted her upturned soles with the fine powder. When I picked up the small make-up brush and it entered her field of view, her mouth dropped open. Before she could form the first word of protest, the tip of the brush made contact with the edge of her left foot and she exploded into a fit of laughter. The bench seemingly vibrated from her hysterics as I drove the bristly brushtip in long lines over my Asian captive's helpless soles, repeating the tortuous journey over and over again. Tears streamed from her eyes after about a minute of the caress from the brush, and her breasts heaved with her attempts to suck down enough air to replenish her starved lungs.
I continued for about 15 minutes, watching her reactions closely for any signs of fainting, but Keiko gamely refused to take herself out. I could tell that, despite her apparent agony, she was actually enjoying the tickling. Time to step it up another notch, I decided.
I exchanged the flat, inch-wide brush I had been using for a small lipstick brush. Before her laughter died down, I started lightly teasing the tender skin at the base of Keiko's wiggling toes with it, following along the wrinkles and creases with the pointed tip. She began laughing even harder than before! I had to be careful and pull back a bit during the moments when she was reduced to silence for lack of breath. I really thought that this was going to drive her nuts, but then I noticed that she was trying to grind her hips against the bench. Now she was ready to go crazy -- of a different sort.
Once again I changed implements, and Keiko shrieked when she felt the sharp bristles of the hairbrush begin coursing along both of her bare arches at once. The prickly, scratchy sensations all over the most sensitive areas of her feet were crashing in her mind until she could no longer think. All that existed was the brush, tickling and tickling her soles, while she was powerless to do anything about it. Each minute seemed suspended, time standing still, as the bristles ever-so-slowly, teasingly, scraped and scratched, thousands of pinpricks dancing across her arches ...
All the while, a familiar feeling was growing stronger between Keiko's pinioned legs. Her guttural laughter began to morph into a stuttering moan ... and then, suddenly ...
Keiko's body bucked up hard against her restraints and a cry tore itself from her throat as finally -- mercifully -- she reached a consciousness-shattering orgasm. After long moments of riding the waves of intense sensation coursing through her lithe body, she sighed heavily and passed out cold.
The only thought that came to my mind was, "Yow !”
I loosened her bonds and rubbed the deep creases where the nylons had held her. I lifted her tiny body and laid her back onto her couch as her head lolled. I made some hot tea for myself, and I poured her a cup as well, leaving it on the end table. She showed no signs of regaining her senses anytime soon. I walked to the entrance, pulled the door shut behind me and jumped into the roadster. A nice blast down a deserted two-lane brought things back in perspective.
The lights were still out at Keiko's place when I pulled back into my driveway two hours later.
A few days afterwards, Mayumi was talking about her board exams, but somehow the conversation kept turning back to the great Japanese restaurants she found in Orlando. We were just talking about where we would eat that night when Mayumi said, "Oh, yeah ... I was talking to Keiko earlier, and she mentioned that you had helped her out last weekend."
"Oh ... yeah ..." I weakly replied, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"She keeps telling me how lucky I am to have you," Mayumi continued, kissing me lightly on my cheek, "Thank you for being so nice to my friends, honey."
I grinned like a Cheshire cat. "No problem, babe, " I replied, thinking that the lucky one around here is ... me.
