Mike was just finishing up his last walk round of the site before locking up and heading home. He had recently changed jobs from a ‘bodyguard to the stars’ to a security officer for a forensic company. He had taken a hit financially, but he got to spend more time with his school crush and now Fiancé, Rachael.
Both Mike and Rachael are 25 years old.
Mike was 6ft 3, muscular physique, short brown hair and olive skin. He was an ex school wrestling champion was head hunted by a leading bodyguard company once leaving school. He had spent the last 6 years working for some of the most famous people in the world. One bad experience changed all of that. Whilst he was working away, he received an email from an unknown source containing pictures of his house, cars and fiancé. This happened repeatedly for a week before he was sent a picture of his fiancé asleep on the sofa. The photo was taken within their house, whilst he was away. That was the final straw, Mike quit his job, sold the house and relocated 100 miles away to a quiet town.
Rachael was 5ft 7, long jet-black hair, toned physique and pale skin, she worked from home as an interior designer so the move didn’t impact on her too much. She was just glad to be out of the old house.
Within a couple of weeks, Mike had an interview with a security firm, who offered him a job straight away. Mike thought it was strange, but it was a small town, so brushed the idea off. He sat down with the owner’s PA, Lauren, to fill in his paperwork. Lauren was a stunningly attractive lady in her early 30’s, shoulder length blonde hair, around 5ft 9.
“When will I meet the Boss then?” Mike asked.
“Hopefully she will never be in touch” Lauren joked. “She only appears when something is not going her way”.
“She?” Mike was puzzled.
“Yep, Ms Stafford. She can break even the strongest of men and women” Lauren said sternly to Mike. “I think that’s why so many companies trust us”.
2 Months later, Mark was extremely bored at work. He was the only security officer on site. All he had to do was open at 7am, walk round all day then he had to do his final walk round, locking all the doors, at 5pm before clocking off. It was a small forensic company, around 20 employees, but nothing ever happened there. He didn’t even know what type of forensics they specialised in. But he was happy to be in a non-threatening job, with Rachael safe at home.
Friday had come around quickly, all the staff on site usually go by 3pm so he can get the place locked up quicker. There were some stragglers, but the last person left at 3.30pm. Mike rang Lauren
“Hello, Securitec”
“Hi Lauren, Its Mike”
“Hi Mike, how’s the week been?”
“Same old, same old. Just thought I would let you know that there is no-one left on site so I’m going to lock up and head home to Rachael”
“No, you can’t”
“What?”
“You are meant to be there until 5pm, that’s what you get paid to do, no questions asked, OK”
Lauren put the phone down.
‘That was weird’ Mike thought to himself. He always finished on a Friday as soon as the last person went home. He rang home to let Rachael know but no answer. ‘Bet she is out shopping again’ He chuckled to himself. He sat down in his chair, put his feet up and started to scroll though the internet to pass time.
Mike heard a door slam upstairs, he shot up, looked at his watch, ‘4.30pm’. ‘Shit’ He thought, ‘I bet I locked someone in’. He rushed upstairs without hesitation, once on the 1st floor, he called out. “Hello?”
No answer, his heart fluttered slightly as he checked all the offices one by one, but no-one could be found. As he turned back to walk to the stairs, he heard the lift moving. Mike’s heart started to race as the lift stopped on his floor, the doors opened slowly revealing, nothing. Mike breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to turn towards the stairs when he felt something press against the back of his head.
“Don’t move” a deep, raspy female voice said.
Mike slowly turned his head and inch before he heard the click of a gun being cocked.
“I said, don’t move” the voice said again. “Put your hands behind your head and stay still”.
Mike had been in a few close encounters before, but nothing like this. He thought back to his prior training trying to remain calm as he slowly raised his hands behind his head.
He felt them being cuffed whilst the gun was still in position.
‘There is at least 2 of them’ he thought ‘1 with a gun and the other cuffing my hands’. Mike was frantically scrolling through his mind as he felt one of the unidentified people pull his hands down behind his back.
“What do you want?” Mike stuttered out, trying to sound as un-intimidated as possible.
“Access to the lab” the raspy voice responded.
Mike looked puzzled, he had never been down there before, he didn’t even have access to it.
“I don’t have an access key for it” he responded.
“Wrong answer” the voice said as a blindfold covered his eyes and was tied behind his head.
“Look, I don’t have access to that facility” he responded, growing more nervous now.
The gun was pressed into the back of his head again. “Walk” the voice said angrily.
Mike followed instruction as he slowly stepped forward, counting the steps in his head.
“Stop, turn around” the voice abruptly said. “Now, we are going to uncuff your hands, I want you to raise them above your head slowly. Ok?”.
Mike obeyed as he felt a hand pushing his stomach forcing him to step back against a pillar in the room.
“Lift your right leg up, and stand on the step behind you, then do the same with your left”.
Mike once again obeyed, still confused as to what this company did in their forensic lab.
Mike felt cuffs secure his hands to something high up the wall. He was stretched up his and on his tip toes.
“This is your last chance to take us to the Lab” the voice said again.
“I don’t have access” he shouted. “I don’t even know the alarm code”. He was becoming more and more panicked by the situation.
“BULLSHIT” the voice shouted. “We have ways of making you talk, Michael”.
Mike felt the buttons popping off his shirt as it was ripped open. He had lessons on torture methods but had never been exposed to it before. He felt his belt being undone, then his trousers.
“I don’t know anything about what happens in the lab” he pleaded as his shoelaces were undone before each shoe was slipped off. His trousers were slowly pulled down his legs before a hand lifted each foot to remove them. Mike could hear the snipping noises of scissors cutting along his unbuttoned shirt before it fell to the floor. Mike felt silly and embarrassed, stood on a step in his boxers and socks with his hands stretched up high.
“Secure him to the pillar” the voice said. “Time for us to find out what he truly knows”.
“NOTHING” Mike shouted as he could feel some sort of wrap being applied to his lower legs and knees, wrapping his legs tightly to the pillar, then the same being done to his stomach and arms. He was tightly bound, only being able to wiggle his fingers and toes, there must have been hundreds of layers of wrap applied to him.
Mike felt the blindfold being untied before it was removed. His eyes adjusted slowly back to the light revealing a short, stocky woman in a suit, with short black hair stood in front of him. Mike looked her up and down, she had a stern look on his face.
“Mike, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. That is entirely up to you” the woman said in her raspy voice.
“Look lady, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING” Mike replied getting quite angry.
The lady shook her head. “You have been here a few months and you claim not to have any access. That is a load of crap”.
‘How does she know that’ Mike thought. ‘Has she been watching?’
“Mike” the woman started whilst picking her long fingernails with her thumb. “I know things about you. Things that you don’t want me to know. And these things will make the next few hours horrible for you”.
“What don’t you understand” Mike replied. “I don’t know the alarm code, or how to get into the lab”.
“Seems as though we hired a tough cookie” the woman joked.
Mark looked confused, trying to figure out what on earth was going on. He didn’t recognise the lady, he had never seen her before in his life, what was she talking about ‘hiring me’. His concentration was broken by a pair of hands appearing to either side of him from behind. Long fingers and long nails painted black. Mike closed his eyes, waiting for the hands to wrap around his neck, but what happened next shocked him, he suddenly burst out with laughter.
“ahahahahahhaah, WH-H-HAT ARE YOU DOING aaaaahahahah”. The nails scribbled all over his exposed underarms. He couldn’t move at all to escape them.
The tickling stopped after 30 seconds.
“You see Mike, I know how to torture you, without leaving any marks” the woman teased whilst staring him straight into his eyes.
“Do you honestly think a little bit of tickling will break me” Mike mocked back.
“Well, there is only one way to find out” the woman replied as the fingernails began dancing on his exposed pits again.
“ahahahahahahahah” Mark giggled again.
The fingernails tickled him for another 5 minutes, Mike’s face was turning red.
“Time to step it up a bit” The woman said whilst getting a chair to sit on. The hands had disappeared from his armpits. Mike looked down at his cocooned body, the hands appeared again at his feet. The nails scribbled over the tops of his socked feet, Mike bit down on his bottom lip, his toes twitched slightly but he managed to suppress the giggles.
“Its not working, boss” a female voice said from behind him.
Mike instantly recognised the voice, “L-l-Lauren?” he enquired. He looked at the stocky woman sat down in front of him. She slowly clapped her hands.
“Well done Michael” she mocked
“So, you are Ms Stafford?” he said nervously
“What a smart boy” she mocked again. “Now, cut the crap and give me the alarm code”.
“I don’t fucking know it” Mike responded, getting quite angry.
Ms Stafford got out of her chair, walked towards him. Her head only came up to his belly button. She looked up at him. “Fine, have it your way” she said as she kicked the step out from underneath him. Mark remained in position, he was secured so firmly to the pillar, not even his weight moved him an inch.
Lauren appeared from behind the pillar. “I bet you were wondering why I told you to stay at work” She laughed as she lay down on the floor at his feet. Mike gulped.
“Do you remember your company physical exam Mike?” Ms Stafford asked. “I was quite disappointed to find out that you were only ticklish on your armpits”.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he remembered Lauren measuring him up for his clothes a few month ago, giving him playful tickles.
“But then I remembered that we didn’t test your feet” she laughed as Lauren peeled away his sweaty socks to reveal a pair of size 11 feet. Mike felt the cool air running between his toes. ‘I must stay strong’ he thought to himself as Lauren slowly ran one nail underneath each foot. Mike flexed his toes, trying to feel for the ground but he was a foot off it.
“It’s not working” Lauren complained
“Trust me it is” Ms Stafford replied looking at Mike’s face. He had his eyes closed, trying to think of anything else apart from his feet.
Lauren started to use more fingernails to lightly dance on his soles, she was lying on her front, face a few inches from his toes.
“mmmmaaahha” Mike let out a little squeal.
“Up the speed” Ms Stafford instructed. Lauren followed the instruction and had all 10 fingers scribbling over his soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOTTTTT TTTHHHHHHEEEEERRREEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAAH” Mike exploded in laughter. He tried to cover one foot with the other, but Lauren was switching quickly between each foot.
Lauren then moved her nails under his toes.
“NOOOOOO ahahahahahahaha” Mike quickly scrunched up his toes to stop the attack.
Lauren stopped, stood up and walked to her bag and took out a piece of string, she walked back, crouched next to him and wrapped the string around his big toes. She knelt down and wedged her knee under his feet, pushing his toes upwards. Before tying the string round his legs, just above the knees. Mike tried to pull his toes down to no avail.
“I’m enjoying this challenge boss” Lauren chirped to Ms Stafford. “I just need to get comfortable, as we may be here for a long time”. She removed her black heels revealing her size 7 feet with black nail polish to match her hands. She lay back on her front, bent her knees so that her soles were facing upwards. Mike stared at her soft, wrinkled soles before shaking his head, his eyes caught Ms Stafford’s glare, she had caught him. She had a wicked smile on her face.
Lauren went back to attacking Mike’s toes and soles.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA, P-PLEASE S-S-STOP AHAHAHAHAHA” he was in fits of laughter. Lauren attacked his toes for a full 10 minutes. Mike was breathless, panting and bright red.
“STOP” Ms Stafford shouted.
Lauren immediately ceased the onslaught.
“Ready to talk now?” Ms Stafford asked.
“I d-d-don’t know it” Mike panted back.
“You are very stubborn” Ms Stafford said with a grin “I like that in a man”
Ms Stafford got out of her chair once again and walked up behind Lauren, who was still lying down with her feet in the air. Ms Stafford looked up at Mike’s face locking her eyes with his. She grabbed hold of Lauren’s right ankle and fluttered her fingers over her size 7 sole.
“ahaha, Hey” Lauren giggled.
“I just want to test something” Ms Stafford replied dancing her fingernails over her sole again.
“EEEEEKKKKKKK Stop AHAHAHAA” Lauren tried to free her trapped foot. “You know how ticklish I am”.
Without breaking her gaze with Mike, she lightly tickled her toes.
“NOOOO AHAHAHA NOT THEREEEEEE AHAHAHA” Lauren was in fits of giggles.
Ms Stafford released her ankle and Lauren immediately shot up.
“What are you doing?” she quizzed her boss.
“Look” Ms Stafford said whilst pointing to Mike’s crotch
Lauren looked to see a bulge appear in Mike’s boxer shorts.
“I noticed earlier when you took your heels off, he couldn’t take his eyes off your feet” Ms Stafford replied. “I think its time to have some fun with him”.
Lauren got the hint quickly and lay down on her back, she opened her legs and slid herself towards Mike’s feet so that her crotch was under his toes. She lifted her legs up running her toes over the wrap applied to Mike’s legs and onto his exposed boxer shorts, she flicked his bulge with her toes. Mike had his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of anything else but her feet.
“No, you don’t” Lauren joked as she skittled her fingers over Mike’s soles.
“AHAHAHA” he jolted.
“Look at my feet” Lauren demanded, “Otherwise the tickling comes back”.
Mike obeyed her, he couldn’t be tickled anymore. Within seconds of staring at her milky white feet flicking his cock, he became hard. Lauren was now rubbing her soles over his erection, only contained by his boxer shorts. He bit his bottom lip.
“I think we are ready for phase 2” Ms Stafford told Lauren. “This will make him talk”. She walked off out of the room whilst Lauren re-applied the blindfold to Mike.
Lauren lay back on the floor and slowly started to suck on Mike’s toes, running her tongue in between each toes as she worked. Mike produced a few groans, but before he could get too far, he was interrupted with a bang on one of the nearby tables.
He could hear muffled protests of a woman in the room but the toe sucking was having a big effect on him. He was rock hard and experiencing a pleasure that he had never felt before, somehow his moaning was becoming deeper and longer as he felt himself becoming extremely aroused by it. Lauren felt his toes trying to flex in her mouth. She knew what was happening, released his toes from her mouth and dug her nails into his soles. Mike’s pleasure quickly turned into laughter.
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH” He threw his head back again the pillar as the onslaught his feet were getting was the worst tickling of the day so far. Lauren was tickling both soles with one hand and his toes with the other.
5 Minutes later she stopped, Mike could once again here the muffled screams of a woman in the room. She sounded angry.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“You don’t need to know that Mike” Ms Stafford’s raspy voice answered back. “All you need to know is that we are now going to torture this lady, because you won’t share the information”.
Mike was confused, ‘Who is this person? Maybe she knows the code?’
“Listen, if you know the code for the alarm, tell them” Mike shouted in a panic. “My feet can’t take anymore tickling”.
“She doesn’t know Mike, she is just an innocent person caught up in your selfish behaviour” Ms Stafford responded bluntly.
He could here the muffled screams and laughter of the woman.
“She is having her feet tickled Mike” Lauren said seductively, “Beautiful size 5 feet” as she slowly started rubbing on his crotch again to perk him up.
“MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPPHHHHHHH” the cries were coming out from this woman, Mike was rock hard again. He didn’t know who this woman was or what she looked like but the sound of her having her feet tickled really turned him on. Lauren pulled his boxers down to the wrap binding his legs revealing his hard penis, she slowly tickled her fingers over his balls and shaft. It tickled Mike but was turning him on massively, on hand was now massaging his cock whilst the other continued to tickle his balls. He started panting, his cock started throbbing, he was close to coming. Then, it all stopped. Lauren removed her hands from his cock and started scribbling her fingernails in his armpits.
“ahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhaha, Noooooooo ahahahahah” The tickling took his mind off the frustration. 10 Minutes passed of the torment again leaving Mike breathless and panting. Eventually Lauren stopped.
“Ready to talk yet” She asked in a flirtatious way.
“No, it wont work”. He responded, then gasped.
“See, he does know” Lauren proclaimed.
“Shit” Mike blurted out.
“We are getting close” Ms Stafford joked. “Time to up the ante”. She walked over to Mike and whispered something into Lauren’s ear. Lauren immediately pulled up a chair and started teasing Mike’s penis with her foot again. It quickly stood up to attention. Lauren continued this as Ms Stafford walked round the back of Mike taking his blindfold off. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light as he stared down at Lauren’s toes playing with his cock.
He looked up to the table in front of his to see a pasty pair of small feet, they were perfect, he was extremely turned on once again as he slowly moved his eyes up the cocooned body of this person until he caught the angry looking gaze of Rachael, his fiancé.
TO BE CONTINUED
Both Mike and Rachael are 25 years old.
Mike was 6ft 3, muscular physique, short brown hair and olive skin. He was an ex school wrestling champion was head hunted by a leading bodyguard company once leaving school. He had spent the last 6 years working for some of the most famous people in the world. One bad experience changed all of that. Whilst he was working away, he received an email from an unknown source containing pictures of his house, cars and fiancé. This happened repeatedly for a week before he was sent a picture of his fiancé asleep on the sofa. The photo was taken within their house, whilst he was away. That was the final straw, Mike quit his job, sold the house and relocated 100 miles away to a quiet town.
Rachael was 5ft 7, long jet-black hair, toned physique and pale skin, she worked from home as an interior designer so the move didn’t impact on her too much. She was just glad to be out of the old house.
Within a couple of weeks, Mike had an interview with a security firm, who offered him a job straight away. Mike thought it was strange, but it was a small town, so brushed the idea off. He sat down with the owner’s PA, Lauren, to fill in his paperwork. Lauren was a stunningly attractive lady in her early 30’s, shoulder length blonde hair, around 5ft 9.
“When will I meet the Boss then?” Mike asked.
“Hopefully she will never be in touch” Lauren joked. “She only appears when something is not going her way”.
“She?” Mike was puzzled.
“Yep, Ms Stafford. She can break even the strongest of men and women” Lauren said sternly to Mike. “I think that’s why so many companies trust us”.
2 Months later, Mark was extremely bored at work. He was the only security officer on site. All he had to do was open at 7am, walk round all day then he had to do his final walk round, locking all the doors, at 5pm before clocking off. It was a small forensic company, around 20 employees, but nothing ever happened there. He didn’t even know what type of forensics they specialised in. But he was happy to be in a non-threatening job, with Rachael safe at home.
Friday had come around quickly, all the staff on site usually go by 3pm so he can get the place locked up quicker. There were some stragglers, but the last person left at 3.30pm. Mike rang Lauren
“Hello, Securitec”
“Hi Lauren, Its Mike”
“Hi Mike, how’s the week been?”
“Same old, same old. Just thought I would let you know that there is no-one left on site so I’m going to lock up and head home to Rachael”
“No, you can’t”
“What?”
“You are meant to be there until 5pm, that’s what you get paid to do, no questions asked, OK”
Lauren put the phone down.
‘That was weird’ Mike thought to himself. He always finished on a Friday as soon as the last person went home. He rang home to let Rachael know but no answer. ‘Bet she is out shopping again’ He chuckled to himself. He sat down in his chair, put his feet up and started to scroll though the internet to pass time.
Mike heard a door slam upstairs, he shot up, looked at his watch, ‘4.30pm’. ‘Shit’ He thought, ‘I bet I locked someone in’. He rushed upstairs without hesitation, once on the 1st floor, he called out. “Hello?”
No answer, his heart fluttered slightly as he checked all the offices one by one, but no-one could be found. As he turned back to walk to the stairs, he heard the lift moving. Mike’s heart started to race as the lift stopped on his floor, the doors opened slowly revealing, nothing. Mike breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to turn towards the stairs when he felt something press against the back of his head.
“Don’t move” a deep, raspy female voice said.
Mike slowly turned his head and inch before he heard the click of a gun being cocked.
“I said, don’t move” the voice said again. “Put your hands behind your head and stay still”.
Mike had been in a few close encounters before, but nothing like this. He thought back to his prior training trying to remain calm as he slowly raised his hands behind his head.
He felt them being cuffed whilst the gun was still in position.
‘There is at least 2 of them’ he thought ‘1 with a gun and the other cuffing my hands’. Mike was frantically scrolling through his mind as he felt one of the unidentified people pull his hands down behind his back.
“What do you want?” Mike stuttered out, trying to sound as un-intimidated as possible.
“Access to the lab” the raspy voice responded.
Mike looked puzzled, he had never been down there before, he didn’t even have access to it.
“I don’t have an access key for it” he responded.
“Wrong answer” the voice said as a blindfold covered his eyes and was tied behind his head.
“Look, I don’t have access to that facility” he responded, growing more nervous now.
The gun was pressed into the back of his head again. “Walk” the voice said angrily.
Mike followed instruction as he slowly stepped forward, counting the steps in his head.
“Stop, turn around” the voice abruptly said. “Now, we are going to uncuff your hands, I want you to raise them above your head slowly. Ok?”.
Mike obeyed as he felt a hand pushing his stomach forcing him to step back against a pillar in the room.
“Lift your right leg up, and stand on the step behind you, then do the same with your left”.
Mike once again obeyed, still confused as to what this company did in their forensic lab.
Mike felt cuffs secure his hands to something high up the wall. He was stretched up his and on his tip toes.
“This is your last chance to take us to the Lab” the voice said again.
“I don’t have access” he shouted. “I don’t even know the alarm code”. He was becoming more and more panicked by the situation.
“BULLSHIT” the voice shouted. “We have ways of making you talk, Michael”.
Mike felt the buttons popping off his shirt as it was ripped open. He had lessons on torture methods but had never been exposed to it before. He felt his belt being undone, then his trousers.
“I don’t know anything about what happens in the lab” he pleaded as his shoelaces were undone before each shoe was slipped off. His trousers were slowly pulled down his legs before a hand lifted each foot to remove them. Mike could hear the snipping noises of scissors cutting along his unbuttoned shirt before it fell to the floor. Mike felt silly and embarrassed, stood on a step in his boxers and socks with his hands stretched up high.
“Secure him to the pillar” the voice said. “Time for us to find out what he truly knows”.
“NOTHING” Mike shouted as he could feel some sort of wrap being applied to his lower legs and knees, wrapping his legs tightly to the pillar, then the same being done to his stomach and arms. He was tightly bound, only being able to wiggle his fingers and toes, there must have been hundreds of layers of wrap applied to him.
Mike felt the blindfold being untied before it was removed. His eyes adjusted slowly back to the light revealing a short, stocky woman in a suit, with short black hair stood in front of him. Mike looked her up and down, she had a stern look on his face.
“Mike, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. That is entirely up to you” the woman said in her raspy voice.
“Look lady, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING” Mike replied getting quite angry.
The lady shook her head. “You have been here a few months and you claim not to have any access. That is a load of crap”.
‘How does she know that’ Mike thought. ‘Has she been watching?’
“Mike” the woman started whilst picking her long fingernails with her thumb. “I know things about you. Things that you don’t want me to know. And these things will make the next few hours horrible for you”.
“What don’t you understand” Mike replied. “I don’t know the alarm code, or how to get into the lab”.
“Seems as though we hired a tough cookie” the woman joked.
Mark looked confused, trying to figure out what on earth was going on. He didn’t recognise the lady, he had never seen her before in his life, what was she talking about ‘hiring me’. His concentration was broken by a pair of hands appearing to either side of him from behind. Long fingers and long nails painted black. Mike closed his eyes, waiting for the hands to wrap around his neck, but what happened next shocked him, he suddenly burst out with laughter.
“ahahahahahhaah, WH-H-HAT ARE YOU DOING aaaaahahahah”. The nails scribbled all over his exposed underarms. He couldn’t move at all to escape them.
The tickling stopped after 30 seconds.
“You see Mike, I know how to torture you, without leaving any marks” the woman teased whilst staring him straight into his eyes.
“Do you honestly think a little bit of tickling will break me” Mike mocked back.
“Well, there is only one way to find out” the woman replied as the fingernails began dancing on his exposed pits again.
“ahahahahahahahah” Mark giggled again.
The fingernails tickled him for another 5 minutes, Mike’s face was turning red.
“Time to step it up a bit” The woman said whilst getting a chair to sit on. The hands had disappeared from his armpits. Mike looked down at his cocooned body, the hands appeared again at his feet. The nails scribbled over the tops of his socked feet, Mike bit down on his bottom lip, his toes twitched slightly but he managed to suppress the giggles.
“Its not working, boss” a female voice said from behind him.
Mike instantly recognised the voice, “L-l-Lauren?” he enquired. He looked at the stocky woman sat down in front of him. She slowly clapped her hands.
“Well done Michael” she mocked
“So, you are Ms Stafford?” he said nervously
“What a smart boy” she mocked again. “Now, cut the crap and give me the alarm code”.
“I don’t fucking know it” Mike responded, getting quite angry.
Ms Stafford got out of her chair, walked towards him. Her head only came up to his belly button. She looked up at him. “Fine, have it your way” she said as she kicked the step out from underneath him. Mark remained in position, he was secured so firmly to the pillar, not even his weight moved him an inch.
Lauren appeared from behind the pillar. “I bet you were wondering why I told you to stay at work” She laughed as she lay down on the floor at his feet. Mike gulped.
“Do you remember your company physical exam Mike?” Ms Stafford asked. “I was quite disappointed to find out that you were only ticklish on your armpits”.
Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he remembered Lauren measuring him up for his clothes a few month ago, giving him playful tickles.
“But then I remembered that we didn’t test your feet” she laughed as Lauren peeled away his sweaty socks to reveal a pair of size 11 feet. Mike felt the cool air running between his toes. ‘I must stay strong’ he thought to himself as Lauren slowly ran one nail underneath each foot. Mike flexed his toes, trying to feel for the ground but he was a foot off it.
“It’s not working” Lauren complained
“Trust me it is” Ms Stafford replied looking at Mike’s face. He had his eyes closed, trying to think of anything else apart from his feet.
Lauren started to use more fingernails to lightly dance on his soles, she was lying on her front, face a few inches from his toes.
“mmmmaaahha” Mike let out a little squeal.
“Up the speed” Ms Stafford instructed. Lauren followed the instruction and had all 10 fingers scribbling over his soles.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOTTTTT TTTHHHHHHEEEEERRREEEEE AHAHAHAHAHAAH” Mike exploded in laughter. He tried to cover one foot with the other, but Lauren was switching quickly between each foot.
Lauren then moved her nails under his toes.
“NOOOOOO ahahahahahahaha” Mike quickly scrunched up his toes to stop the attack.
Lauren stopped, stood up and walked to her bag and took out a piece of string, she walked back, crouched next to him and wrapped the string around his big toes. She knelt down and wedged her knee under his feet, pushing his toes upwards. Before tying the string round his legs, just above the knees. Mike tried to pull his toes down to no avail.
“I’m enjoying this challenge boss” Lauren chirped to Ms Stafford. “I just need to get comfortable, as we may be here for a long time”. She removed her black heels revealing her size 7 feet with black nail polish to match her hands. She lay back on her front, bent her knees so that her soles were facing upwards. Mike stared at her soft, wrinkled soles before shaking his head, his eyes caught Ms Stafford’s glare, she had caught him. She had a wicked smile on her face.
Lauren went back to attacking Mike’s toes and soles.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA, P-PLEASE S-S-STOP AHAHAHAHAHA” he was in fits of laughter. Lauren attacked his toes for a full 10 minutes. Mike was breathless, panting and bright red.
“STOP” Ms Stafford shouted.
Lauren immediately ceased the onslaught.
“Ready to talk now?” Ms Stafford asked.
“I d-d-don’t know it” Mike panted back.
“You are very stubborn” Ms Stafford said with a grin “I like that in a man”
Ms Stafford got out of her chair once again and walked up behind Lauren, who was still lying down with her feet in the air. Ms Stafford looked up at Mike’s face locking her eyes with his. She grabbed hold of Lauren’s right ankle and fluttered her fingers over her size 7 sole.
“ahaha, Hey” Lauren giggled.
“I just want to test something” Ms Stafford replied dancing her fingernails over her sole again.
“EEEEEKKKKKKK Stop AHAHAHAA” Lauren tried to free her trapped foot. “You know how ticklish I am”.
Without breaking her gaze with Mike, she lightly tickled her toes.
“NOOOO AHAHAHA NOT THEREEEEEE AHAHAHA” Lauren was in fits of giggles.
Ms Stafford released her ankle and Lauren immediately shot up.
“What are you doing?” she quizzed her boss.
“Look” Ms Stafford said whilst pointing to Mike’s crotch
Lauren looked to see a bulge appear in Mike’s boxer shorts.
“I noticed earlier when you took your heels off, he couldn’t take his eyes off your feet” Ms Stafford replied. “I think its time to have some fun with him”.
Lauren got the hint quickly and lay down on her back, she opened her legs and slid herself towards Mike’s feet so that her crotch was under his toes. She lifted her legs up running her toes over the wrap applied to Mike’s legs and onto his exposed boxer shorts, she flicked his bulge with her toes. Mike had his eyes shut, desperately trying to think of anything else but her feet.
“No, you don’t” Lauren joked as she skittled her fingers over Mike’s soles.
“AHAHAHA” he jolted.
“Look at my feet” Lauren demanded, “Otherwise the tickling comes back”.
Mike obeyed her, he couldn’t be tickled anymore. Within seconds of staring at her milky white feet flicking his cock, he became hard. Lauren was now rubbing her soles over his erection, only contained by his boxer shorts. He bit his bottom lip.
“I think we are ready for phase 2” Ms Stafford told Lauren. “This will make him talk”. She walked off out of the room whilst Lauren re-applied the blindfold to Mike.
Lauren lay back on the floor and slowly started to suck on Mike’s toes, running her tongue in between each toes as she worked. Mike produced a few groans, but before he could get too far, he was interrupted with a bang on one of the nearby tables.
He could hear muffled protests of a woman in the room but the toe sucking was having a big effect on him. He was rock hard and experiencing a pleasure that he had never felt before, somehow his moaning was becoming deeper and longer as he felt himself becoming extremely aroused by it. Lauren felt his toes trying to flex in her mouth. She knew what was happening, released his toes from her mouth and dug her nails into his soles. Mike’s pleasure quickly turned into laughter.
“AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH” He threw his head back again the pillar as the onslaught his feet were getting was the worst tickling of the day so far. Lauren was tickling both soles with one hand and his toes with the other.
5 Minutes later she stopped, Mike could once again here the muffled screams of a woman in the room. She sounded angry.
“Who’s that?” he asked.
“You don’t need to know that Mike” Ms Stafford’s raspy voice answered back. “All you need to know is that we are now going to torture this lady, because you won’t share the information”.
Mike was confused, ‘Who is this person? Maybe she knows the code?’
“Listen, if you know the code for the alarm, tell them” Mike shouted in a panic. “My feet can’t take anymore tickling”.
“She doesn’t know Mike, she is just an innocent person caught up in your selfish behaviour” Ms Stafford responded bluntly.
He could here the muffled screams and laughter of the woman.
“She is having her feet tickled Mike” Lauren said seductively, “Beautiful size 5 feet” as she slowly started rubbing on his crotch again to perk him up.
“MMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAMMPPPHHHHHHH” the cries were coming out from this woman, Mike was rock hard again. He didn’t know who this woman was or what she looked like but the sound of her having her feet tickled really turned him on. Lauren pulled his boxers down to the wrap binding his legs revealing his hard penis, she slowly tickled her fingers over his balls and shaft. It tickled Mike but was turning him on massively, on hand was now massaging his cock whilst the other continued to tickle his balls. He started panting, his cock started throbbing, he was close to coming. Then, it all stopped. Lauren removed her hands from his cock and started scribbling her fingernails in his armpits.
“ahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhaha, Noooooooo ahahahahah” The tickling took his mind off the frustration. 10 Minutes passed of the torment again leaving Mike breathless and panting. Eventually Lauren stopped.
“Ready to talk yet” She asked in a flirtatious way.
“No, it wont work”. He responded, then gasped.
“See, he does know” Lauren proclaimed.
“Shit” Mike blurted out.
“We are getting close” Ms Stafford joked. “Time to up the ante”. She walked over to Mike and whispered something into Lauren’s ear. Lauren immediately pulled up a chair and started teasing Mike’s penis with her foot again. It quickly stood up to attention. Lauren continued this as Ms Stafford walked round the back of Mike taking his blindfold off. His eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light as he stared down at Lauren’s toes playing with his cock.
He looked up to the table in front of his to see a pasty pair of small feet, they were perfect, he was extremely turned on once again as he slowly moved his eyes up the cocooned body of this person until he caught the angry looking gaze of Rachael, his fiancé.
TO BE CONTINUED
