* This is PART 1 of a D*ck Destroying 10 PART Adventure!! *

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In the meantime, I can summarize on here by giving you the facts:

I'm a CEO of my own vastly successful company, I have extremely pampered, pretty feet - My soles are soft, plump, detailed and f*cking gorgeous . AND, not that it's anyone's business, but said soles can tend to be pretty ticklish from all the long hours in heels and hot, sweet, sweaty nylons...

I also had (HAD being the definitive word because I HAD him fired!) an employee who not only took it upon himself to complement, in great s*xual detail, how sexy he found my soles when he walked into my office abruptly one afternoon while my soft, perfect nylon feet were kicked up on my desk... But say that "I look super ticklish!" before proceeding to come right over, wrap my ankles in his arms and legit TICKLE MY F*CKING FEET?!

He had me in hysterics against my will!!!

... My point it, all you really need to know for context, is that he got hot for my feet, tickled me right there in my office and I slapped his perv *ss with a s*xual misconduct claim through HR and had him fired!!

Which is what all led us here...

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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 slumber.

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 c*mpletely immobilized I was!!?

Like, c*mpletely wrapped up in some kinda blanket or fabric secured by ties, bonds, straps or something like that, holding my l*ttle 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 b*ndage 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 l*ttle high heel booties, socks and sheer nylons, but still undeniably free from the wrapping of my cocoon b*ndage!

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 f*cking 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. However, m y 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 intended 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 f*cking pay! First by giving him ZERO f*cking satisfaction on tickling my feet, then by having him hunted and hauled to prison when I do, eventually, inevitably get outta here! This was breaking the law! 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; L*cking, 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!

To Be Continued...

xoxo

- Your CEO

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