--- Dory was my girlfriend. Mitzi was a close friend,... actually a former business associate of mine,... and she was married, as well. We were all in our 30's. Dory came to me one evening and told me this story about Mitzi, based on a "girl-talk" conversation they'd had that very day.
--- Mitzi had what I guess you would call a phobic aversion to the thought of oral sex. But she also had a husband. I do not need to indicate the potential for conflict there, eh? But Mitzi's "fellate-ophobia" turned out not be be so much of an exact phobia, as a fascination in which Mitzi felt like the proverbial deer frozen in the headlights,.... she just couldn't pull the trigger, so to speak,..... but she wanted to. Okay, so far?
--- Now Dory made a great friend for Mitzi in such a situation. The only thing Dory loved more than submissive bondage was furnishing as much oral sex as a guy could stand, and she apparently confided as much to Mitzi, along with all our foot-fetish and tickling "secrets" as well. (Girl-talk,... it'll get you every time.) Mitzi was dumbfounded at Dory's revelations about our
play activities,..... particularly the notion that Dory actually allowed herself to be helplessly tied, and her feet tickled without mercy. More fascination.
--- I already knew from sharing an office a few years earlier with Mitzi that her feet were gorgeous, and I naturally wondered about how ticklish she might be. Mitzi confided to Dory that her feet were so ticklish that she would have some sort of psychotic event if she submitted to the type of bondage-tickling games which Dory had so proudly revealed to her.
--- But Mitzi had a request-challenge for Dory. She wanted to be ushered into the realm of oral sex somehow, and she asked Dory if she could somehow be allowed to "watch" as Dory gave me a blow-job. And this was the proposition which Dory relayed to me. Tough call, huh?
--- But in my world, negotiation is perpetual. I cut a deal with Dory and, truthfully, she already knew what was coming. I gave my consent to her "blowjob seminar," contingent upon (1) Mitzi being tied and her feet tickled, and (2) Dory kissing Mitzi's feet. Dory agreed right away,.... and she brought back Mitzi's agreement the very next day. It was "on." Now all we needed was a plan,... and I am nothing, if not a good strategist.
--- I'm also a good cook, if I may say so, myself. I made the three of us a hell of a great dinner to start the evening off,.... couple bottles of wine,... smoke,.... and we all did the after-dinner relaxation bit for a little while. Mitzi seemed unable to contain her own excitement,... at every little joke, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she kept biting her lower lip. She was rev'd. Dory and I soon went to our little plan, and here's what it was.
--- Dory and I had already pinned a blanket to the wall in an upstairs bedroom,...nailed it to the wall, actually. Mitzi had bartered for absolute clinical secrecy and anonymity, and that was the reason for the blanket. Leaving Mitzi momentarily behind, Dory and I went upstairs, and I took up my "position" behind the blanket. Oh yeah, there was a hole in the blanket, too. About,.... uhh,... well, I'm a 31 in-seam,..... get the picture?
--- Dory hurried downstairs, retrieved Mitzi,.. and the two of them seated themselves in folding chairs "outside" the blanket. I stood steady and motionless, and kept quiet, otherwise. Dory's seminar was officially underway. And there is no need to belabor the recounting of the events which followed. There were two girls sitting in front of a Pier One tapestry, and from which a man's penis was extended. I could hear that Dory was sensitive to Mitzi's uncertainty,... class lasted about half an hour,... a good time was had by all. Dory and Mitzi went back downstairs, and I followed a few minutes later.
--- Dory and Mitzi were sitting on the sofa,.... giggling to beat the band,... and their bare feet were already strewn across the coffee table. Dory was possessed of incredibly beautiful feet, and so was Mitzi. I sat on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, my heart pounding. I stroked Dory's soles to give Mitzi a notion of what was coming,.... Dory shrieked happily,... and I managed one little kiss on Mitzi's wriggling toes before Dory reached under the sofa cushion,... produced a handful of rope, and said, "Aww,... c'mon,.... you got us, now. Tie us up and get it over with." I was used to that sort of thing from Dory,.... but I looked at Mitzi,.... tears were again streaming down her cheeks,... and she nodded. I took the ropes from Dory.
--- Long story short, I tied their hands behind their backs, and their ankles together on the coffee table,... and had a real tickle-fest. Fact is, I was beside myself with the excitement of the moment. Dory was an initiate, but Mitzi's screaming laughter was deafening. I tickled the girls until they were breathless and panting. After a few minutes, I went to "Condition 2" of our deal,..... loosening the ropes around Dory's ankles and coaxing her around to join me on the floor opposite Mitzi's bare feet. Mitzi looked on in amazement,.... and as it turned out, I was pretty amazed, too. Dory slurped Mitzi's bare toes as if they were appetizers, and the slurping proved more ticklish for Mitzi than my own fingernail treatment,.... maybe she was laughing out of self-consciousness that another woman was licking her toes,... I can't say. But I had to hold her bound ankles down to the table so that Dory could finish her ministrations. It was an unreal occasion......
We untied Mitzi shortly after that,...... and she had to get ready to leave, etc. Straighten up,... fix the clothes,... car keys, etc,...... and I made some naive remark about my enjoyment of tickling her feet. Passing that off, she smiled, leaned in and grabbed me through my pants,... and said she had a good time, too,..... and won't her husband be pleased with the results.
--- Mitzi had what I guess you would call a phobic aversion to the thought of oral sex. But she also had a husband. I do not need to indicate the potential for conflict there, eh? But Mitzi's "fellate-ophobia" turned out not be be so much of an exact phobia, as a fascination in which Mitzi felt like the proverbial deer frozen in the headlights,.... she just couldn't pull the trigger, so to speak,..... but she wanted to. Okay, so far?
--- Now Dory made a great friend for Mitzi in such a situation. The only thing Dory loved more than submissive bondage was furnishing as much oral sex as a guy could stand, and she apparently confided as much to Mitzi, along with all our foot-fetish and tickling "secrets" as well. (Girl-talk,... it'll get you every time.) Mitzi was dumbfounded at Dory's revelations about our
play activities,..... particularly the notion that Dory actually allowed herself to be helplessly tied, and her feet tickled without mercy. More fascination.
--- I already knew from sharing an office a few years earlier with Mitzi that her feet were gorgeous, and I naturally wondered about how ticklish she might be. Mitzi confided to Dory that her feet were so ticklish that she would have some sort of psychotic event if she submitted to the type of bondage-tickling games which Dory had so proudly revealed to her.
--- But Mitzi had a request-challenge for Dory. She wanted to be ushered into the realm of oral sex somehow, and she asked Dory if she could somehow be allowed to "watch" as Dory gave me a blow-job. And this was the proposition which Dory relayed to me. Tough call, huh?
--- But in my world, negotiation is perpetual. I cut a deal with Dory and, truthfully, she already knew what was coming. I gave my consent to her "blowjob seminar," contingent upon (1) Mitzi being tied and her feet tickled, and (2) Dory kissing Mitzi's feet. Dory agreed right away,.... and she brought back Mitzi's agreement the very next day. It was "on." Now all we needed was a plan,... and I am nothing, if not a good strategist.
--- I'm also a good cook, if I may say so, myself. I made the three of us a hell of a great dinner to start the evening off,.... couple bottles of wine,... smoke,.... and we all did the after-dinner relaxation bit for a little while. Mitzi seemed unable to contain her own excitement,... at every little joke, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she kept biting her lower lip. She was rev'd. Dory and I soon went to our little plan, and here's what it was.
--- Dory and I had already pinned a blanket to the wall in an upstairs bedroom,...nailed it to the wall, actually. Mitzi had bartered for absolute clinical secrecy and anonymity, and that was the reason for the blanket. Leaving Mitzi momentarily behind, Dory and I went upstairs, and I took up my "position" behind the blanket. Oh yeah, there was a hole in the blanket, too. About,.... uhh,... well, I'm a 31 in-seam,..... get the picture?
--- Dory hurried downstairs, retrieved Mitzi,.. and the two of them seated themselves in folding chairs "outside" the blanket. I stood steady and motionless, and kept quiet, otherwise. Dory's seminar was officially underway. And there is no need to belabor the recounting of the events which followed. There were two girls sitting in front of a Pier One tapestry, and from which a man's penis was extended. I could hear that Dory was sensitive to Mitzi's uncertainty,... class lasted about half an hour,... a good time was had by all. Dory and Mitzi went back downstairs, and I followed a few minutes later.
--- Dory and Mitzi were sitting on the sofa,.... giggling to beat the band,... and their bare feet were already strewn across the coffee table. Dory was possessed of incredibly beautiful feet, and so was Mitzi. I sat on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, my heart pounding. I stroked Dory's soles to give Mitzi a notion of what was coming,.... Dory shrieked happily,... and I managed one little kiss on Mitzi's wriggling toes before Dory reached under the sofa cushion,... produced a handful of rope, and said, "Aww,... c'mon,.... you got us, now. Tie us up and get it over with." I was used to that sort of thing from Dory,.... but I looked at Mitzi,.... tears were again streaming down her cheeks,... and she nodded. I took the ropes from Dory.
--- Long story short, I tied their hands behind their backs, and their ankles together on the coffee table,... and had a real tickle-fest. Fact is, I was beside myself with the excitement of the moment. Dory was an initiate, but Mitzi's screaming laughter was deafening. I tickled the girls until they were breathless and panting. After a few minutes, I went to "Condition 2" of our deal,..... loosening the ropes around Dory's ankles and coaxing her around to join me on the floor opposite Mitzi's bare feet. Mitzi looked on in amazement,.... and as it turned out, I was pretty amazed, too. Dory slurped Mitzi's bare toes as if they were appetizers, and the slurping proved more ticklish for Mitzi than my own fingernail treatment,.... maybe she was laughing out of self-consciousness that another woman was licking her toes,... I can't say. But I had to hold her bound ankles down to the table so that Dory could finish her ministrations. It was an unreal occasion......
We untied Mitzi shortly after that,...... and she had to get ready to leave, etc. Straighten up,... fix the clothes,... car keys, etc,...... and I made some naive remark about my enjoyment of tickling her feet. Passing that off, she smiled, leaned in and grabbed me through my pants,... and said she had a good time, too,..... and won't her husband be pleased with the results.
