Tales Of Fetish Fantasy: The CEO
Foot Tickle Fever (Part 3)
So I wasn’t wrong about him kissing and licking on my feet with unbridled sexual passion, I was just wrong about the timing of it.
The first thing he did when he feverishly tore off my left nylon, was plant yummy kisses and licks all up and down my helpless soles and toes. I can’t stress enough that the very worse part of it all was that I just used the word “yummy” quite purposely 😑
That fact that this was clearly a loose cannon of a human, who had taken me against my will, transported me to his place and bound me some kinda rack or table completely wrapped in something, did not change the fact that those kisses and licks felt yummy…
It was a strange experience.
To be getting pleasured against your will in such a random innocent way, and just like the nerve endings on my soles had betrayed my discipline, the humming between my legs was finding the will and the way to do the same! 😳😫
None of these facts changed the overriding fact that this guy clearly had a problem and an uber obsession for tickling, because even through the love, excitement and passion he was oh-so-clearly giving both my soles (He gave my right sole the same treatment when he ripped that nylon off too) he seemed to always, ALWAYS go back to the tickling!
In fact, the tickling only picked up after he had worshipped both of my feet, As if he was satisfied (at least temporarily) with having tasted the soft, sweaty, sweet and leathery delicacy of my perfect feet!
Did his methods mean he had more in store for me? Was he trying to make me horny on purpose? The sudden image of being strapped to a bed naked with my legs wide open came into view, followed by the image of this horny perv inching towards my helpless pussy with stars in his eyes!! 😲
The thought distracted me from the tickling a little bit because most of me utterly dreaded the idea of it… While a teeny part of me hoped for it? What the fuck was wrong with me?! Snap outta it Gwen!! 🤬
That’s when I felt it. What were they? I have no fucking clue, but whatever they were, they fashioned perfectly around my toes and kept them almost completely immobile!
At first I didn’t really get it…
I had discovered to my annoyance, that I was way more ticklish between my toes than I thought possible, and these things definitely covered and shielded those tickle spots from him. It’s what they offered in return that I quickly realized spelled trouble for me…
By not being able to move, flex or scrunch my toes, they made the pad under my toes to be completely vulnerable! On top of that, they created bulls-eyes for the tips and tops of each of my toes, and I fought through clenched giggle fits as he took his time exploiting these new weak spots.
After a little bit of this he abandoned his tickle-target practice in exchange for covering my soles with some kinda warm, rich cream and “rubbing it in” with the hairbrush he had used against me earlier!
Suddenly it all stopped. Stillness. Silence.
The last thing I remember was that obvious sorta energy you feel when you know someone’s starring at you. You know that feeling? Except I felt it near my feet, as if he was just down there admiring my pretty, wrinkled, helpless ticklish soles…
Then came a cloth on my mouth and the familiar feeling of a deep falling darkness.
To Be Continued…
Your CEO