Tales Of Fetish Fantasy: The CEO
Foot Tickle Fever (Part 2)
When I came too it took me a while to shake the spinning in my head. Not like a dizzy spinning, but more like the feeling you get when you wake up from a super deep sleep.
This feeling was amplified by the fact that, when I opened my eyes, I was still greeted by darkness!? What I could only guess by the feel of it, was a soft, satin blindfold hugging gently around my face…
The very next thing I noticed was how obviously and completely immobilized I was!
Like, completely wrapped up in some kinda blanket or fabric secured by ties, bonds, straps or something of the light, that held my little human cocoon firmly! I attempted to wiggle a bit in my grogginess and I was met with a sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized I was clearly very trapped!!
My vain struggles only let me know just how much I could feel the snugness of my bondage wrapping around my entire body!
… Or
… Or was it? 😨
There was one very specific spot that still felt free. Warm, almost hot from still being locked in my cute little high heel booties, socks and sheer nylons, but still undeniably free from the wrapping of my cocoon bondage!
The memory of the last thing I remember; Which was walking to my car in the underground parking before everything went dark, and the earlier events of that day - Having a new employee fired, after verbally bombarding me with his foot and tickle fetish upon seeing my gorgeous soles propped up on my desk, led me to a farfetched yet more and more likely conclusion as the seconds ticked by:
My feet were left out there on purpose…
I was about to have my fucking feet tickled!
I’m pretty much always right. Outside of my steel discipline, it’s a very contributing factor to my success, but this was one of those once in a lifetime moments that I hoped I was very wrong.
My seemly endless streak of being right continued its immaculate reign, as he entered the room and I not only heard, but felt him walk to my feet! As his hands trailed over the sole of my left boot, my stomach filled with knots, my emotions cringed and the nerve endings under all those layers seemed to hum at me in anticipation as if they intend to betray me.
I DID NOT get to where I am by being afraid or intimidated by something as ridiculous and as trivial as tickling!
I was gonna make this tickle-crazed X-employee fucking pay! First by giving him ZERO fucking satisfaction on tickling my feet, then by having him hunted and hauled to prison when I do, eventually, inevitably get outta here! This was assault. Period!
My nerves continued their attempt to betray me as he slowly peeled my first boot off. He was clearly enjoying this…
I felt the cool air kiss at my foot, even through my socks and nylons, and could tell that my soles were sensitive…
The real struggle I was facing wasn’t actually the prospect of tickling. I was confident that all of the mind over matter discipline techniques I had utilized in my life would come in handy there. I wasn’t worried about his “tickle fetish,” I was worried about his “foot fetish.”
Based on the sensitivity I could feel humming in my soles, there was a very embarrassing and frustrating possibility, that if he… “Indulged” his foot fetish; Licking, kissing and sucking on my feet, that with how inevitable soft, creamy, warm and sensitive they currently are, he could potentially turn me on against my will!
And that thought? That was what was actually dreadful!! 😳🤬🤮
As the main event began to unfold down at my feet, up above I pursed my lips, gritted my teeth and clenched my fists for the helpless foot tickling (And worship) I was about to undergo at the hands, mouth (and odd tickle tools) of this madman!
He could tell I was on the full “You’re not breaking me” defensive, so the evil perv started suddenly massaging my soles at random while he was tickling! The sensation was completely confusing to the ever heightening nerve endings on my soles and I hated so much that his attempt to capture and foot tickle me was actually starting to work a little!! 🤬
What made things SO much worse, is that I knew all too well that I was still wearing my socks and nylons!! What was gonna happen when he inevitably peeled my hot, warm, sweaty black socks off, to discover that there was a ultra sleek and (most likely ultra sexy to a foot perv like him) pair of sheer, satin nylons adorning my soft, sweaty, perfectly wrinkled CEO soles?!?!
I knew that whatever ticklishness I was at by then was definitely gonna get worse once I lost the protection of my socks, but I wear my nylons underneath specifically to help my feet stay soft and smooth through the long work days I face as CEO!
Did that mean these same nylons would betray my feet in making them much more ticklish?? 😱
I was actually starting to double back on my previous dread. Perhaps at this point, it would just be better to moan and gasp at the mercy of a foot boy who’s passionately mouth-fucking my helpless feet, then to have my discipline techniques fall to the wayside and get bombarded with more relentless foot tickling?
Maybe he would see how sexy, detailed and alluring my soles look in them and abandon this tickle-perversion in exchange for what I could only imagine would be that utter mouth-fucking? When a foot perv like him see’s soles like mine, I can only hope there’s not much self control right?
I enjoy foot massages immensely, and the many times in my life a man has lost himself licking, kissing and sucking on my feet also felt incredible, but I still wasn’t all too thrilled about the prospect of having it done by him against my will! Still, at this rate it’d be better than endless tickling!
At this point I could only cling to my discipline, take pride in my stubbornness and hope for the best, and in my current situation, him licking my helpless soles was definitely the lesser of two evils! Even if it did mean getting turned on by it against my will!
I was wrong. 🤦🏼♀️
Of all times, of all instances, it just had to be now didn’t it?
I say this with confusion, because I know for a fact that my soles looked sexy AF when he peeled off those sweaty socks, and feasted his eyes on the soft, pink detailed canvas of my soles shining through those sexy little nylons. I know for a fact his dick danced in his pants! 💁🏼♀️
It just wasn’t enough to curb his sick tickle obsession!! Other than the odd passionate kiss and sniff of my soft, sweaty, gorgeous nylon soles, my feet were greeted with more deranged tickles!
Fingertips, an electric toothbrush and the firm bristles of a hair brush showed no interest in remorse, and what started as the dread of having my helpless soles licked, had turned full on into a vibrant hope and wish that he would just stop tickling and worship!!!
To Be Continued…
Your CEO