I've recently been thinking about the state of my feet. I am a lot older than a lot of you and with my full figure, they have had to take a lot of punishment over the years. When I first came to the forum 2 years ago, I became very self-conscious about my feet. I bought all types of electric buffers, foot scrubs and creams and I have an electric foot massaging bath. Every xmas, my one friend that I confided in about my desire to be tickled sends me some type of product to beautify my feet. I had absolutely no intention of meeting anyone for real back then but my feet got smoother, pinker and so...so sensitive.
Then I was away from here for 2 years and once again, I neglected my feet. I am starting to want to meet a real ler and experience a real foot tickling. Real fingers on my soles...just thnking about it I am rubbing the bare sole of my right foot over the top of the left. I did a tickle test on both feet last week and was somewhat disappointed as some areas did not respond to a feathery light touch. I want my feet to be so sensitive, so ticklish that just the graze of a shirtsleeve as my ler ties my feet will get me giggling.
So I started a nightly regiment where I am buffing with the electric buffer, washing the feet with warm soapy water and then lathering the foot scrub over every inch of my feet. I love the feel of the scrub as it tickles going on and I love the feel of it in between my toes. Just before I climb into bed, I give each of my feet 10 long firm brushes with a bristle hairbrush. The scrub makes my feet super sensitive and I can barely make the 10. After 3 strokes I am giggling uncontrollably. Then with the scrub going to work, the sensation of the brush still tingling on my feet I lay in bed and fantasize...
A real life ler is at the bottom of the bed lifting the covers and staring at my soles. He grabs one ankle and pulls me to the end of the bed so that my feet are hanging over. He rolls me on my stomach, soles up and then I feel the nylon cord wrapping around my ankles. He pulls the cord taut and ties it tightly to the bottom of one leg of the bed. I am immobillized. He leaves the room for a minute and comes back carrying an old doctor bag and pulling a chair. He sits in the chair before my bare, bound feet and taking the right foot, wraps his hand around the toe area, lifting it to its bound limits. I can feel his gaze inspecting the foot. Just his fingers near my highly sensitive feet make me wriggle them. I feel one finger make an s shape down my sole and I let out a little chuckle.
"Do you know why I am here?"
"To tickle me?" I say hopefully.
"Not just yet. I'm here to get these feet in shape for all the lers to come. You have a lot of areas that are promising." I feel his nail graze right under the big toe and gasp. I have never imagined in all my fantasies that this area would be so ticklish. "And here" his finger now runs up the side of my arch which has been made super sensitive by the scrub and I let out a moan, "but the rest....well we're going to have to work on it."
He stands up and hands me the phone. "Call in sick for the next 2 weeks."
"I can't...I don't have the money...my clients..."
"It's all going to be paid for. It's part of the service."
I am confused. "The service? What service? How do they know about me?"
"The Foot Bootless Camp developed by members of the TMF. The committee members feel that you have potential. After reading your blog posts and other members sharing private PMs, we know you have a passion for tickling. We just have to get these feet into shape and then your dance card will be full. You wanted to meet real lers...we have a whole of forum of them ready and waiting.
This thought makes my stomach drop. I look at the phone. "What if..."
He has obviously see this happen before. "A 48 hour tickle session with me and then I go and we leave you alone..." He drops the phone on the bed beside me and goes down to my bound, bare feet, running his five fingers up and down my sole, making circles around my arch. "Is that what you really want?"
I pick up the phone and making some excuse about feet surgery give my bare, tingling feet over to this man who is stroking both soles now, letting his well manicured nails run along the tender sides of my feet and then tickling the toes. I wriggle as much as I can. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting them into shape?"
"This is part of it. There are levels of being ticklish and I have to know what number every single square inch of your foot is so I can focus on the problem areas. Like here."
His fingers go to the center of the arch and tickle. I am going through the roof.
"On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being no tickling feeling I would put you at 3."
WHAT!!!! I am going through the roof with his fingernails raking my arch. "This is killing me."
"Then you have a lot to learn. But then again, your name says it all...First Timer.
So let me tell you what I'm going to do. I am going to start here." His fingers graze the top of my big toe and make circles on the pad. He checks his watch. He takes out a pen and runs it across the foot just under the ball and before the arch. "To there." He lets the pen linger for a moment and the feel of the immoble tip drives me crazy. He checks his watch. "This is going to take about 6 hours."
"WHAT!!!!! For that little patch of foot???? My mind is reeling and I feel the first hint of fear as I feel him unwrapping the nylon cord from my ankles. He inserts a bar to keep each foot apart so I can' try to hide the insteps and then reties the cord tightly. He picks up his bag and coming up to the head of the bed he adjusts the pillow for me, so I am comfortable and can safely breathe. He clears off the nightstand by my bed and very precisely takes a cloth package that is bulky and wrapped. He opens the package and I see, to my horror, an array of tickle tools. He removes each one lovingly before placing it down on the table. He has 10 different types of feathers with firm quills, an electric toothbrush, a regular toothbrush, a scrub brush, a fingernail brush, a make-up brush, an artist's brush, 3 different versions of the dreaded hairbrush, a vast array of writing tools with sharp points, a variety of silk and satin threads, and a small round box.
I am shaking now..."What's in the box?"
"in due time. Now you see, I have to test every one of these tools over every inch of your feet to see where we need to help. He picks up the pen again and goes to the foot of the bed. "So, for right now, we will concentrate on area 1. He marks the pen halfway across the pad. It is an incredibly small area and I am starting to panic that ALL of tools will be used and noted. He pulls the nightstand down beside him and iit begins. Not only does he test every tool but each test has to last 10 minutes. The part of my foot that will be tickled during this session is writhing in panic while the remainder of the bared foot is throbbing in anticipation. I have never had a sensation like this in my life.
6 torturous hours have gone by and I am gasping, sweating. I almost passed out at one point. He was unrelenting not letting me rest for any more than 5 minutes at a time.
"Gather your strengrh, I'll be back in hour. We need supplies."
My foot still feels the torture and just me thinking of his fingers and those devilish tools on my foot is making me moan again. I have to shut it out, think of something else...exhausted, I fall to sleep.
I awake to a wild tickling session on my big toe.
"Ahh, you are awake. Sorry..most have difficulty with this part.
"What are you doing?" A million tickling sensations are throbbing through my big toe.
"This is a special buffer, removes hardened spots quickly. It is very ticklish and I try to move the foot but he holds it tightly.
"Be still please. If you interfere, it will just take longer."
After an hour of buffing that top part of the foot, he pulls out a smaller buffer and goes to work between the toes. I am screaming in laughter by the time he is done. He then goes to the small round box and lifts out a small metal object that is the size of a pillbox.
"What is that?"
Remember a few years back there was a little round vacuum cleaner that went over the floor by itself? Well of our genius formum members had this designed. It's...welll... better to just show you."
I hear a whir and feel a little suction and then it is moving back and forth right under my toes over and over. A million little teeth seem to be nibbling me. I am helpless with laughter.
"It removes some of the debris from the buffer."
When this torure has finished, he then takes a foot scrub and empties an almost entire tube, only in the specified, area. The cool foot scrub is thick between my toes and I sigh in contentment. Suddenly there is a tickling sensation again. I hear him chuckle.
"The scrub has a tickling powder in it. It makes your feet curl so that all the hidden hard spots are defined. When I look later then I will be able to clearly see them and start the second treatment."
Second treatment? On the same area? I am shaking now. "I don't think I want this anymore. I really am ok with not meeting an actual ler."
"Well they paid so I have to do my job."
"I'll pay you to stop. How much?"
He gives me a lazy grin. "You'd never be able to afford it and besides I love my work too much." He gives a playful 5 fingered tickle to the arch, reminding me of the torture to come.
"I can't wait to get to here." He says excitedly. "This part usually takes a couple of days. Did you know that I can break just this area, "His nail runs across the top of the arch, along the side, across the bottom of the arch and up the side to to the top again..."into 200 different spots."
I turn my head into the pillow. "Go away."
He laughs and I jump as he places a kiss on my arch. I then feel a light gauze being wrapped around the area he has worked on and then a lambswool slipper is placed over it. Again it is time to sleep.
"Time for our next session....it will be fairly short and then we willl see if the area is perfect for a ler."
As the lambswool touches the gauze, my entire toe and ball area feel every sensation. He slowly removes the slipper and then studies the gauze. He reaches out one finger and runs it across the ball area, still covered by the gauze. I shriek. It is 10,000 times more sensitiv, ticklish then I have ever had.
"Very nice." He continues to tickle every inch of the gauze covered area and I am in tickle hell. Every sensation makes me want to go through the roof. I am gasping for air. Now he is unwrapping the gauze and my stomach flip flops anticipating how the tickling will feel on the bare toes and ball. It can't be worse, can it?
And suddenly I know that it is much, much worse. I have never had this ticklish feet in my life. He covers all the areas, the toes, in between the toes, across the ball, the pads of the toes, the sides of the toes, the sides of the ball and right above the arch. And then he stops. He leaves the room and comes back wih a basin of soapy water and a loofah and washes every residue of scrub off. Even the loofah is torture. Any little thing is getting me tickling and tingling over all. He just finishes washing the area when the doorbell rings.
"Don't let anyone in." I beg. "Don't let anyone see me like this."
He lovingly strokes the area under my toes, each stroke a slow torture. "Don't worry, I think you're going to be very excited by our guest."
He leaves the room and I them greet one another, their voices getting stronger as they get closer to the room.
"....treatment work?"
"I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised."
He enters the room with another man who is tall, handsome and can't take his eyes off my feet. I can tell he is excited looking at them. In his left hand he carries a doctor's bag that my mind knows instinctively contains tools. He comes up to the head of the bed.
"So nice to finally meet you, First Timer. I love your imagination. I'm one of the committee forum members. Each of our members has a specialty area of the foot and mine is the ball and toe area. I understand you wanted to meet a real life ler. Well, you are going to be one lucky lady. You will meet several prominent members for different parts of those beautiful feet of yours. All of our members are master ticklers and all of them have vivid imaginations of their own and quite a few have devised new and ingenious tools. We are going to make sure that every square inch of your feet are pefect for lers, you already have at least 10 out there that we can set you up with when we are done. The only thing we demand in return is that you become our barefoot slave for one week out of the month. We will fly you to wherever we are staying and your feet will be bare the entire time for our tickling pleasure.
We will bring you to heights you can't imagine and maybe...you'll agree to stay with us."
He walked towards the end of the bed. My mind was reeling with all this information and the fact that a Master Tickler was going to be touching my foot.
The first stoke with a well manicured finger across the pad of my toe startled me. The second filled me with laughter. By the third, I knew I was going to be jelly.
"How long did you say we have until you have to begin the next treatment?"
"probably 3...4 hours."
"Is that all? Hardly enough time with all my tools.."
"Ok, I need a break anyway. How about I come back in 6."
"Perfect...just like these toes."
And 6 hours of tickle pleasure and hell began.
Then I was away from here for 2 years and once again, I neglected my feet. I am starting to want to meet a real ler and experience a real foot tickling. Real fingers on my soles...just thnking about it I am rubbing the bare sole of my right foot over the top of the left. I did a tickle test on both feet last week and was somewhat disappointed as some areas did not respond to a feathery light touch. I want my feet to be so sensitive, so ticklish that just the graze of a shirtsleeve as my ler ties my feet will get me giggling.
So I started a nightly regiment where I am buffing with the electric buffer, washing the feet with warm soapy water and then lathering the foot scrub over every inch of my feet. I love the feel of the scrub as it tickles going on and I love the feel of it in between my toes. Just before I climb into bed, I give each of my feet 10 long firm brushes with a bristle hairbrush. The scrub makes my feet super sensitive and I can barely make the 10. After 3 strokes I am giggling uncontrollably. Then with the scrub going to work, the sensation of the brush still tingling on my feet I lay in bed and fantasize...
A real life ler is at the bottom of the bed lifting the covers and staring at my soles. He grabs one ankle and pulls me to the end of the bed so that my feet are hanging over. He rolls me on my stomach, soles up and then I feel the nylon cord wrapping around my ankles. He pulls the cord taut and ties it tightly to the bottom of one leg of the bed. I am immobillized. He leaves the room for a minute and comes back carrying an old doctor bag and pulling a chair. He sits in the chair before my bare, bound feet and taking the right foot, wraps his hand around the toe area, lifting it to its bound limits. I can feel his gaze inspecting the foot. Just his fingers near my highly sensitive feet make me wriggle them. I feel one finger make an s shape down my sole and I let out a little chuckle.
"Do you know why I am here?"
"To tickle me?" I say hopefully.
"Not just yet. I'm here to get these feet in shape for all the lers to come. You have a lot of areas that are promising." I feel his nail graze right under the big toe and gasp. I have never imagined in all my fantasies that this area would be so ticklish. "And here" his finger now runs up the side of my arch which has been made super sensitive by the scrub and I let out a moan, "but the rest....well we're going to have to work on it."
He stands up and hands me the phone. "Call in sick for the next 2 weeks."
"I can't...I don't have the money...my clients..."
"It's all going to be paid for. It's part of the service."
I am confused. "The service? What service? How do they know about me?"
"The Foot Bootless Camp developed by members of the TMF. The committee members feel that you have potential. After reading your blog posts and other members sharing private PMs, we know you have a passion for tickling. We just have to get these feet into shape and then your dance card will be full. You wanted to meet real lers...we have a whole of forum of them ready and waiting.
This thought makes my stomach drop. I look at the phone. "What if..."
He has obviously see this happen before. "A 48 hour tickle session with me and then I go and we leave you alone..." He drops the phone on the bed beside me and goes down to my bound, bare feet, running his five fingers up and down my sole, making circles around my arch. "Is that what you really want?"
I pick up the phone and making some excuse about feet surgery give my bare, tingling feet over to this man who is stroking both soles now, letting his well manicured nails run along the tender sides of my feet and then tickling the toes. I wriggle as much as I can. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting them into shape?"
"This is part of it. There are levels of being ticklish and I have to know what number every single square inch of your foot is so I can focus on the problem areas. Like here."
His fingers go to the center of the arch and tickle. I am going through the roof.
"On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being no tickling feeling I would put you at 3."
WHAT!!!! I am going through the roof with his fingernails raking my arch. "This is killing me."
"Then you have a lot to learn. But then again, your name says it all...First Timer.
So let me tell you what I'm going to do. I am going to start here." His fingers graze the top of my big toe and make circles on the pad. He checks his watch. He takes out a pen and runs it across the foot just under the ball and before the arch. "To there." He lets the pen linger for a moment and the feel of the immoble tip drives me crazy. He checks his watch. "This is going to take about 6 hours."
"WHAT!!!!! For that little patch of foot???? My mind is reeling and I feel the first hint of fear as I feel him unwrapping the nylon cord from my ankles. He inserts a bar to keep each foot apart so I can' try to hide the insteps and then reties the cord tightly. He picks up his bag and coming up to the head of the bed he adjusts the pillow for me, so I am comfortable and can safely breathe. He clears off the nightstand by my bed and very precisely takes a cloth package that is bulky and wrapped. He opens the package and I see, to my horror, an array of tickle tools. He removes each one lovingly before placing it down on the table. He has 10 different types of feathers with firm quills, an electric toothbrush, a regular toothbrush, a scrub brush, a fingernail brush, a make-up brush, an artist's brush, 3 different versions of the dreaded hairbrush, a vast array of writing tools with sharp points, a variety of silk and satin threads, and a small round box.
I am shaking now..."What's in the box?"
"in due time. Now you see, I have to test every one of these tools over every inch of your feet to see where we need to help. He picks up the pen again and goes to the foot of the bed. "So, for right now, we will concentrate on area 1. He marks the pen halfway across the pad. It is an incredibly small area and I am starting to panic that ALL of tools will be used and noted. He pulls the nightstand down beside him and iit begins. Not only does he test every tool but each test has to last 10 minutes. The part of my foot that will be tickled during this session is writhing in panic while the remainder of the bared foot is throbbing in anticipation. I have never had a sensation like this in my life.
6 torturous hours have gone by and I am gasping, sweating. I almost passed out at one point. He was unrelenting not letting me rest for any more than 5 minutes at a time.
"Gather your strengrh, I'll be back in hour. We need supplies."
My foot still feels the torture and just me thinking of his fingers and those devilish tools on my foot is making me moan again. I have to shut it out, think of something else...exhausted, I fall to sleep.
I awake to a wild tickling session on my big toe.
"Ahh, you are awake. Sorry..most have difficulty with this part.
"What are you doing?" A million tickling sensations are throbbing through my big toe.
"This is a special buffer, removes hardened spots quickly. It is very ticklish and I try to move the foot but he holds it tightly.
"Be still please. If you interfere, it will just take longer."
After an hour of buffing that top part of the foot, he pulls out a smaller buffer and goes to work between the toes. I am screaming in laughter by the time he is done. He then goes to the small round box and lifts out a small metal object that is the size of a pillbox.
"What is that?"
Remember a few years back there was a little round vacuum cleaner that went over the floor by itself? Well of our genius formum members had this designed. It's...welll... better to just show you."
I hear a whir and feel a little suction and then it is moving back and forth right under my toes over and over. A million little teeth seem to be nibbling me. I am helpless with laughter.
"It removes some of the debris from the buffer."
When this torure has finished, he then takes a foot scrub and empties an almost entire tube, only in the specified, area. The cool foot scrub is thick between my toes and I sigh in contentment. Suddenly there is a tickling sensation again. I hear him chuckle.
"The scrub has a tickling powder in it. It makes your feet curl so that all the hidden hard spots are defined. When I look later then I will be able to clearly see them and start the second treatment."
Second treatment? On the same area? I am shaking now. "I don't think I want this anymore. I really am ok with not meeting an actual ler."
"Well they paid so I have to do my job."
"I'll pay you to stop. How much?"
He gives me a lazy grin. "You'd never be able to afford it and besides I love my work too much." He gives a playful 5 fingered tickle to the arch, reminding me of the torture to come.
"I can't wait to get to here." He says excitedly. "This part usually takes a couple of days. Did you know that I can break just this area, "His nail runs across the top of the arch, along the side, across the bottom of the arch and up the side to to the top again..."into 200 different spots."
I turn my head into the pillow. "Go away."
He laughs and I jump as he places a kiss on my arch. I then feel a light gauze being wrapped around the area he has worked on and then a lambswool slipper is placed over it. Again it is time to sleep.
"Time for our next session....it will be fairly short and then we willl see if the area is perfect for a ler."
As the lambswool touches the gauze, my entire toe and ball area feel every sensation. He slowly removes the slipper and then studies the gauze. He reaches out one finger and runs it across the ball area, still covered by the gauze. I shriek. It is 10,000 times more sensitiv, ticklish then I have ever had.
"Very nice." He continues to tickle every inch of the gauze covered area and I am in tickle hell. Every sensation makes me want to go through the roof. I am gasping for air. Now he is unwrapping the gauze and my stomach flip flops anticipating how the tickling will feel on the bare toes and ball. It can't be worse, can it?
And suddenly I know that it is much, much worse. I have never had this ticklish feet in my life. He covers all the areas, the toes, in between the toes, across the ball, the pads of the toes, the sides of the toes, the sides of the ball and right above the arch. And then he stops. He leaves the room and comes back wih a basin of soapy water and a loofah and washes every residue of scrub off. Even the loofah is torture. Any little thing is getting me tickling and tingling over all. He just finishes washing the area when the doorbell rings.
"Don't let anyone in." I beg. "Don't let anyone see me like this."
He lovingly strokes the area under my toes, each stroke a slow torture. "Don't worry, I think you're going to be very excited by our guest."
He leaves the room and I them greet one another, their voices getting stronger as they get closer to the room.
"....treatment work?"
"I think you're going to be pleasantly surprised."
He enters the room with another man who is tall, handsome and can't take his eyes off my feet. I can tell he is excited looking at them. In his left hand he carries a doctor's bag that my mind knows instinctively contains tools. He comes up to the head of the bed.
"So nice to finally meet you, First Timer. I love your imagination. I'm one of the committee forum members. Each of our members has a specialty area of the foot and mine is the ball and toe area. I understand you wanted to meet a real life ler. Well, you are going to be one lucky lady. You will meet several prominent members for different parts of those beautiful feet of yours. All of our members are master ticklers and all of them have vivid imaginations of their own and quite a few have devised new and ingenious tools. We are going to make sure that every square inch of your feet are pefect for lers, you already have at least 10 out there that we can set you up with when we are done. The only thing we demand in return is that you become our barefoot slave for one week out of the month. We will fly you to wherever we are staying and your feet will be bare the entire time for our tickling pleasure.
We will bring you to heights you can't imagine and maybe...you'll agree to stay with us."
He walked towards the end of the bed. My mind was reeling with all this information and the fact that a Master Tickler was going to be touching my foot.
The first stoke with a well manicured finger across the pad of my toe startled me. The second filled me with laughter. By the third, I knew I was going to be jelly.
"How long did you say we have until you have to begin the next treatment?"
"probably 3...4 hours."
"Is that all? Hardly enough time with all my tools.."
"Ok, I need a break anyway. How about I come back in 6."
"Perfect...just like these toes."
And 6 hours of tickle pleasure and hell began.
