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How is it that I always get myself into these ticklish situations? Tied up, blindfolded, c*mpletely helpless, and moments away from having my soft, pampered soles ravished with tickles until I’m a giggling mess... (Right about now I’m really wishing that I didn’t decide to wear these warm, fuzzy slippers all day!)

Myles must be over the moon about it though! I did find it really odd that he didn’t try to take them off the whole time we we’re hanging out and having drinks... Usually, the first thing he does when we hang out, is to try and get me barefoot! Guess I know why now.

I suppose a lot of this is my own fault. I’m way too kind and trusting! I know that my neighbour Myles has a HUGE foot fetish. I know that he’s in love with, how did he put it? “My divine wrinkled soles!” I even know that he has this crazy tickle fetish, from that time he captured me and tickled my clit to insanity! Honestly, guy’s like a juiced up “Christian Grey!” (Before 50 shades was even a thing.)

So, all things considered, it’s probably like 99% my fault that I’m even here in the first place, wrapped up snug in what feels like a thick blanket, cocooned, with only my head and feet sticking out. Feeling quite vulnerable and knowing full well what’s in store for me... It’s my fault because I trust Myles. Why do I trust him? Because I know in my heart that he would never let any h*rm come to me. But I also know that I can’t “TRUST” him. He’s way too obsessed with my pretty, pampered feet to be trusted that way!

Which is why he slipped whatever he did in my drink. Why he carried me up to his room. And why he wrapped me up and strapped me firmly to his bed. So, as he slowly slips the first fuzzy slipper off of my satin soft sole, I bite my lip and brace myself in anticipation for the river of giggles to come.

He starts off gently, playfully, stroking light finger tips up and down my sensitive right sole, as if mapping out spots on my foot for later. As he stumbles over the hot spots, I can’t help but giggle, slowly giving away all of my weak spots to my evil captor. Then he slips of my left slipper to repeat the process. I’m guessing my soles look delicious to him, because he can’t help himself from grunting in delight as my second slipper thuds to the floor. (Why do I have to have such soft, pink, pretty feet?!) In between his explorative tickles, he nibbles and l*cks at my helpless soles and toes, causing me to giggle even louder! G*d I’m in trouble...

Why do I always have to be right?! No sooner then 5 seconds after having that thought, I hear the loud humming of some terrible tickle tool hovering near the soles of my feet... I curl my toes in anticipation! Whatever it is, it’s effective and precise, as he darts around my soles and toes with it, causing me sudden eruptions of laughter! NO! Get it away from my toes!! But there’s nothing I can do but laugh & flail with what l*ttle room I can move my feet.

After letting his tool have it’s way with my feet for a bit, he suddenly stops and asks me “Are you ready to get serious?” What?! None of that was serious?! That’s when I start to feel something sliding between my big toes and wrapping around them... Is he tying my big toes up?! But I already knew that answer. Of course he is. Great. I’m not in trouble... I’m in BIG trouble.

What l*ttle of my resolve that remained, quickly fades away, as Myles continues to scrub my soft soles like a mad man on a mission! The countless firm bristles tickle devouring every inch of my helpless, delicate feet! For brief moments, I’m able to muster a glimpse of control over my body, before I once again melt away into involuntary fits of giggles and laughter. I begin to beg for him to stop with that terrible brush! I can’t take it anymore!

But when he randomly switches to his soft finger tips, or playful foot nibbling, giving me small breaks from that evil tickle hair brush, it doesn’t help! The contrast between the firm tickles of the brush, and the soft scribbling of all ten fingertips, are so opposite that they compliment each other, making each method that much more ticklish!

It only gets worse for me as he taunts me with the massage oil to come! Visions of my soles covered in oil and that hair brush gliding over ever ticklish wrinkle fills my mind with desperation! Please not that! Please no more! But it’s too late. I feel the warm oil being poured over my feet, slowly dripping down my soles, and quickly being “rubbed” in with the hair brush! If I wasn’t all wrapped up in this blanket, I would have sh*t through the ceiling in ticklish laughter! How much longer will he keep me here?! How much longer will he tickle?! How much more can I take...

He stops his tickle attack on my soles, and refocuses his attention on hyper ticklish toes, randomly probing all around, in between and underneath them! Then he holds the tops of my toes back to scribble the base of them! I try to scrunch my toes, but it’s no use, so I do the only thing I can. I laugh. I beg. I continue to ride out fits of laughter as he introduces me a whole new set of ticklish agony, when he straddles on top of my legs, and begins to tickle the tops of my feet and toes! Oh my G*d! The skin up there is SO soft and sensitive!

He can sense my frantic, ticklish, desperation and begins to ease up on me a bit, telling me it’s time for “The Tickle Home Stretch!” It brings me comfort in knowing it’s almost over, but fear in wondering what this “Home Stretch” was going to be?! “Dumb question Gwen!” I think to myself, as I feel the hairbrush come into contact with my soles again! But the rest of my thoughts are quickly interrupted, dissolving once more into frantic fits of deep, helpless laughter...

I guess technically, when Myles said that we were on “The Home Stretch,” he was telling the truth:

We were on the home stretch of the tickling. But as I felt his, warm, hungry tongue, begin to slide up my helpless soles, I knew he wasn’t done with my pampered feet just yet...

I have to admit. It did feel AMAZING, and it was a hell of a lot better than the tickling! As a matter of fact, the tickling had left my soles feeling so flush, humming with so much sensitivity, that his l*cks felt orgasmic! Each long l*ck from my juicy heels to my plump toes made my p*ssy throb harder, and as he began to take my helpless toes in his mouth, I couldn’t help but gently moaning for him, as my panties started getting wet...

He was so passionate when it came to my feet! It was obvious in the way he l*cked them, making love to them with his lips as if they were the yummiest thing on the planet! And to him, I think they were. The thought of how horny and passionate my feet made him, just made ME that much more horny! How does he do this? How does he make me feel this way just through the soles of my feet?! What started as me being captured and tickled like crazy, had quickly become me being so horny from tied foot worship, that I wanted to f*ck his brains out!

He knew that! He knew exactly what he was doing. My naughty neighbour Myles was about to worship my helpless feet until my every thought was to ride his big, beautiful c*ck! And about a minute into my toe curling, tied foot worship, we both knew that he had succeeded!

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