Shoe Removal Seduction

Alright, my playmates have been making me crazy with the descriptions of my protected shoe and sock shod feet being made helpless as all protection is slowly removed so I decided to write a blog to purge myself of the "foot frustration" this creates. Ideally, my ankles are already bound and I am in a position to see what the ler is doing. He takes my left foot cupping the heel of my shoe in one hand and slowly untying the laces with the other. He pulls the laces forward so that they loosen and I feel the first rush of air over the top of my sock. He takes his index finger and runs it around just on the top of the inside of the sneaker to loosen it more and every brush of that finger on my sock clad foot sends a tingle through me. One hand moves up to hold my ankle while the other lifts the shoe forward and up. My heel is exposed and the seduction begins as I start to feel that vulnerable feeling even though the thin white sock still offers a modicum of protection. He lets the shoe dangle for a minute and runs his finger over the sock at the heel making me realize just how thin these socks are as every nerve in my foot comes alive. The shoe is pulled up so the arch is now exposed and I watch the ler focus on that section with an intensity that lets me know that I am in for a tickling like I never had before. I want to pull away, but my bound feet give me limited movement and the ler looks up and smiles that knowing smile letting me know that soon he will have this foot at his mercy. The shoe moves higher and as it does, the lers fingers curl around the middle of my foot and the thumb makes lazy circles that leave me panting. Finally the shoe is pulled completely off and I feel the cool air against the thin sock. I am shivering with anticipation. The ler runs one finger slowly up from the heel to the toes and then runs it under the toes. It is so ticklish and I am still protected by the sock. I imagine the feeling of that finger once the sock is off and once again I writhe about but have no room for movement due to my bonds. And then I feel it, the first finger of the ler, sliding into my sock and pulling it down from the ankle. As the sock slowly rolls up and bares my heel, I want to scream. The feeling of being exposed to the ler is delicious. The sock rises now to expose my high, pink arch and the ler purposefully lets his knuckle graze it and and my stomach flops and then fills with raw anticipation. Slowly the sock moves up to reveal the ball of my foot and the ler stops for a moment letting his eyes take in the soft, pink flesh of the exposed sole. He is devouring my sole with his eyes and I can see him planning what he will do to every inch of that sole. His fingers dart forward as if to tickle the arch and I let out a shaky sigh, closing my eyes and waiting for the sensation but it does not come. He has pulled back his fingers and is instead intent on baring the foot completely. I curl my toes tightly around the sock, my last battle at a fake protection. He smiles at my toes and their valiant battle and then he takes his finger and circles my bare arch. That first touch on the bare flesh startles me and my toes unflex. He quickly removes the sock and my foot is now bound, bare and helpless before him. He lets his eyes take in every inch of that bare foot before he can no longer resist and lets five fingers scrabble from heel to arch to ball to under toes, down the side of the foot and back up to the toes. He positions himself so both of his hands hover over the bare foot and my whole body is shaking. I am truly helpless and exposed now and as both of his hands start tickling the one helpless foot I am lost in sensation and give in to his control. When it dawns on me that we have to go through this process with the other foot I am close to the edge of insanity. But at the rate the ler is focused on his helpless prize it will be a long time coming.