Sorry...hit the post button before I finished in my barefoot excitement.
So to take off where we left off...
he lets 2 finger graze up and down my foot from the heel to just below the sock. He has manicured nails that he keeps just long enough to be torturous tickling tools. He now takes one nail and runs it along the side of my foot, up and down, up and down. I try to control it but a little groan escapes me.
"Ahh... a soft spot." I hear rummaging inn the tickle box and nearly jump through the roof when I feel the tip of a pen, run up and over the area several times to mark the spot. His fingers creep under the wide part of the cut sock and with feathery light touches he plays wiith my arch. As he lets his fingers inch further and further up the sole under the sock, the wide end of the sock is bunching and rising and tickling the side of my foot. He pulls the sock up by grasping it at the toes and pulling and reveals the bare, pink sole. He can't resist and begins to give rapid strokes across the arch with all 5 fingers. I am starting to tremble, don't think I can take it. Little bursts of laughter escape me. He pauses. "Good another area to mark." The pen hits my arch ahd I burst into helpless laughter. He is merciless, stroking back and forth across the arch with the pen, making circles and running it up the instep. I have tears in my eyes and my stomach has a strange sensation in it. He pulls the sock up over the ball and my toes curl trying to grasp it. I know how he works, once that foot is bare there won't be one inch that he won't tickle. i hear him chuckle softly as he watches my toes desperately trying to win. They have the cloth clenched tight. And then he does it...he takes the dreaded pen and makes a steady strong line from heel to directyl under the toes where there is a little bit of bare foot exposed. The pen goes back and forth and across the area directly under the toes. Each stroke sends an electric rush through me and finally my toes shoot straight up and he pulls the sock off.
"This is how you are supposed to be. Barefoot. If I have my way, you will never, ever wear shoes again. We would make a tickling schedule for your feet. They would be my full time job. Each spot would get at least an hour, but some spots, like this.." he grazes the pen up the side..."maybe 2-3 hours." We"ll be able to play out that fantasy in 2 weeks when we both have vacation. Hmmm. " He stares down at my bare, foot, pink from tickling and tingling, "Remind me to get that special cream that makes you so sensitive. If you don't remind me, you will have the tickling of your life." A mix of excitement and fear rush through me.
He shifts my feet so that the bare one he has been playing with is slightly elevated, the sole now resting face up on his leg and horribly immobilized tightly. I can barely wiggle my toes. And then he attacks. Using both of his hands, he tickles eveyrone, making me shriek iwth laughter. The heel and the arch, tickled together, the side of arch and in bewteen the toes, the ball of the foot. When my arches wrinkle, he is right there, tickling each and every one. He is tickling the front and back of the foot at the same time. My bare foot cannot escape and my stomach is full of butterflies. I just may pass out,,,,,
I come to a few minutes later, my foot still tingling. He has been lightly massaging the foot but every touch is torture now. "You know I have to punish you for not being barefoot." It is pointless to argue so I merely shake my head. "It won't be too bad today because after the punishment we are going to play a little game. He looks at the timer he has got from the kitchen. "45 minutes." I hear the slow tick...tick and then let out a wail and a babble of pleas when I see the hairbrush.
"I've been practicing on my hand for new rhythms and I think I am close to perfection. I almost drive myself insane."
He places the haribrush squarely over the arch and begins brushing in long, firm strokes. I am thrashing about now, screaming in laughter. The brush is everywhere, the bottom of the heel, the arch, the intep, the sides, under the toes, on the pads of the toes and in between the toes. Over and over and over....I hear the tick...tick..tick through my torture and look to see how much longer. I let out a long wail of despair followed by helpless laughter. 40 minutes to go...
"Now my little barefoot slave...." he never once loses his rhyrhm as he talks. "I want you to think hard about all of your tickling fantasies. In particular, what would you do if you were in my shoes with your exposed, ticklish soles unable to move and secured in my lap. You think about this and when we are done you are going to tell me the most extreme tickle torture you can imagine. If I think you are holdiing back or lying in any way, you may get this hairbrush for the fulll week of vacation! I want to faint, every nerve in my foot is alert, every sensation in my stomach makes it flutter and now he is forcing me to think of a tickle torture that will excite me that he is going to use to punish me....all for a damn pair of shoes and socks. Tick...tick...tick.. I look at the clock relieved to see there is only 5 minutes left. He sees my body slump in relief and gives me a soft smile, "Only 5 more minutes....and then we start on the other foot. All the sock playing, finger tickling and of course, another 45 minutes...or maybe longer with the brush...it will be so much fun...and we still have all night ahead of us....
I love writing like this...LOVE IT. But at times I think I may be some type of freak because I fall into it and get so intense. Anyone else feel that way?
So to take off where we left off...
he lets 2 finger graze up and down my foot from the heel to just below the sock. He has manicured nails that he keeps just long enough to be torturous tickling tools. He now takes one nail and runs it along the side of my foot, up and down, up and down. I try to control it but a little groan escapes me.
"Ahh... a soft spot." I hear rummaging inn the tickle box and nearly jump through the roof when I feel the tip of a pen, run up and over the area several times to mark the spot. His fingers creep under the wide part of the cut sock and with feathery light touches he plays wiith my arch. As he lets his fingers inch further and further up the sole under the sock, the wide end of the sock is bunching and rising and tickling the side of my foot. He pulls the sock up by grasping it at the toes and pulling and reveals the bare, pink sole. He can't resist and begins to give rapid strokes across the arch with all 5 fingers. I am starting to tremble, don't think I can take it. Little bursts of laughter escape me. He pauses. "Good another area to mark." The pen hits my arch ahd I burst into helpless laughter. He is merciless, stroking back and forth across the arch with the pen, making circles and running it up the instep. I have tears in my eyes and my stomach has a strange sensation in it. He pulls the sock up over the ball and my toes curl trying to grasp it. I know how he works, once that foot is bare there won't be one inch that he won't tickle. i hear him chuckle softly as he watches my toes desperately trying to win. They have the cloth clenched tight. And then he does it...he takes the dreaded pen and makes a steady strong line from heel to directyl under the toes where there is a little bit of bare foot exposed. The pen goes back and forth and across the area directly under the toes. Each stroke sends an electric rush through me and finally my toes shoot straight up and he pulls the sock off.
"This is how you are supposed to be. Barefoot. If I have my way, you will never, ever wear shoes again. We would make a tickling schedule for your feet. They would be my full time job. Each spot would get at least an hour, but some spots, like this.." he grazes the pen up the side..."maybe 2-3 hours." We"ll be able to play out that fantasy in 2 weeks when we both have vacation. Hmmm. " He stares down at my bare, foot, pink from tickling and tingling, "Remind me to get that special cream that makes you so sensitive. If you don't remind me, you will have the tickling of your life." A mix of excitement and fear rush through me.
He shifts my feet so that the bare one he has been playing with is slightly elevated, the sole now resting face up on his leg and horribly immobilized tightly. I can barely wiggle my toes. And then he attacks. Using both of his hands, he tickles eveyrone, making me shriek iwth laughter. The heel and the arch, tickled together, the side of arch and in bewteen the toes, the ball of the foot. When my arches wrinkle, he is right there, tickling each and every one. He is tickling the front and back of the foot at the same time. My bare foot cannot escape and my stomach is full of butterflies. I just may pass out,,,,,
I come to a few minutes later, my foot still tingling. He has been lightly massaging the foot but every touch is torture now. "You know I have to punish you for not being barefoot." It is pointless to argue so I merely shake my head. "It won't be too bad today because after the punishment we are going to play a little game. He looks at the timer he has got from the kitchen. "45 minutes." I hear the slow tick...tick and then let out a wail and a babble of pleas when I see the hairbrush.
"I've been practicing on my hand for new rhythms and I think I am close to perfection. I almost drive myself insane."
He places the haribrush squarely over the arch and begins brushing in long, firm strokes. I am thrashing about now, screaming in laughter. The brush is everywhere, the bottom of the heel, the arch, the intep, the sides, under the toes, on the pads of the toes and in between the toes. Over and over and over....I hear the tick...tick..tick through my torture and look to see how much longer. I let out a long wail of despair followed by helpless laughter. 40 minutes to go...
"Now my little barefoot slave...." he never once loses his rhyrhm as he talks. "I want you to think hard about all of your tickling fantasies. In particular, what would you do if you were in my shoes with your exposed, ticklish soles unable to move and secured in my lap. You think about this and when we are done you are going to tell me the most extreme tickle torture you can imagine. If I think you are holdiing back or lying in any way, you may get this hairbrush for the fulll week of vacation! I want to faint, every nerve in my foot is alert, every sensation in my stomach makes it flutter and now he is forcing me to think of a tickle torture that will excite me that he is going to use to punish me....all for a damn pair of shoes and socks. Tick...tick...tick.. I look at the clock relieved to see there is only 5 minutes left. He sees my body slump in relief and gives me a soft smile, "Only 5 more minutes....and then we start on the other foot. All the sock playing, finger tickling and of course, another 45 minutes...or maybe longer with the brush...it will be so much fun...and we still have all night ahead of us....
I love writing like this...LOVE IT. But at times I think I may be some type of freak because I fall into it and get so intense. Anyone else feel that way?
