Accepting My Fate: MADE For Your Tickle (Foot) Fetish!
Conclusion? Deep. Genuine. Acceptance. 🤷🏼‍♀️😈

When you had massaged that hot, helpless orgasm from me, (way easier than I am proud of myself admitting btw 😡) you moved to my left wrist...

I was still a bit caught in the afterglow of the shocking turn of tickle-worship-teasing events and f0rced orgasm, to really catch up to what you were doing in that moment, but you had loosened my cuff. Not enough for my wrist to just pop free or anything, but enough that when I tugged and wiggled good for a few moments I was able to slowly pull my left arm free!

Of course, in that time you were making your very hasty getaway, and by the time I HAD pulled my left hand free and ripped away my blindfold, you were already out my room, down the stairs and making your way to my front door.

By the time I managed to free my right arm, sitting up, still slow and a bit groggy, to shimmy down and free my ankles? You were long gone. Likely already in your car, heading in gawd knows what direction having gotten completely and totally away with this!! 😑

Little did I know, and wouldn't for years to come, that you had simply walked up the street, 6 houses up on the left to be precise, returning to your home sweet home with me completely fucking clueless that someone who is practically my neighbour just TickleGasm captured me!!

And the worst part? I hated how NOT terrible the whole thing was... I hated YOU, whoever the fuck you were, for the fact that secretly, not so secretly, I didn't really hate you for it at all.

It wasn't anything my man hadn't done to me already.

And as the calm of my relaxed, unharmed, safety came over me, I realized that not only was I OK, I felt lovely - As I always did when I let Myles strap me down. I had just had a pretty good giggle session, followed by a pretty yummy orgasm! I felt cool as a cucumber 🥒

And it's that exact very obvious realization that brought to pass this exact situation that you're about to enjoy! 😊

Pretty much all of my close girls know exactly what I'm into. They know what I do, they know all about my Myles and his foot fetish, and they know what WE do...

So back when I get this up for him, it was honestly just a simple matter of texting him while he was at work and telling him that: "I had a very sexy, fun surprise waiting for him when he got home and that it's one he's gonna fucking love!"

From there it was calling a favour from one of my besties, telling B what I was up to and asking her to come help me get into "position" for his surprise gift. She adores what we do and thinks we're "Weirdo, crazy porn rockstars!" so she was happy to help and thought it was hilarious to be a part of!

The conclusion? Well that foot and tickle fever of his is about to answer that for ya.

xoxo
-Gwen 🖤

PS. I shouldn't tease you with this sentence... Because I know you guys, and a bunch of you are about to legit go (🥴😫😮‍💨) when you read this but... Can you FUCKING imagine if B finished helping me get things all set up and then peeled my shoes and socks off to tickle my feet?!

You're welcome for that image 😙🫶🏻