My gorgeous wife's birthday is coming this Sunday and as with every birthday I plan something special. She asks for hints weeks before the big day and I never budge and tell her nothing. This year I devised a plan that I would happily give her as many hints as she would like if I was allowed to write them on her delicious little feet. She resisted for two weeks. She regularly indulges my special tickle needs but the pen is off limits.
I threw the bait out there and text a very obscure cropped photo of the inside of the restaurant that see would never figure out. She went online and started her hunt. After a short while with her curiosity building she said in a frustrated tone " Ok write on my foot.... go ahead torture me.
I will write the details of the ticklish encounter when time permits but for now, here are photos of what is left of my scribbled hints after he morning shower. There is a fraction of what I originally wrote; and you will not be able to make out anything.
The kicker is I told her not to wash of the writing, but she would not go through the day without washing those amazing feet of hers. When I asked her to show me here feet and saw that most was gone. I opened my eyes wide in mock disbelief and let her know that she must be punished for her defiant actions. Her choice of punishment was either for me to rewrite her hints or I would have to scrub what is left off of her sensitive feet! Both tasks would require heavy foot bondage and painstaking methodical deliberate techniques.
Seeking mercy and choosing her words very carefully, her response was priceless, "Baby, I am sure you know better which punishment I need much more than I, and I am sure you will choose wisely. Please remember that it is my birthday weekend and I am a good girl most of the time."
I threw the bait out there and text a very obscure cropped photo of the inside of the restaurant that see would never figure out. She went online and started her hunt. After a short while with her curiosity building she said in a frustrated tone " Ok write on my foot.... go ahead torture me.
I will write the details of the ticklish encounter when time permits but for now, here are photos of what is left of my scribbled hints after he morning shower. There is a fraction of what I originally wrote; and you will not be able to make out anything.
The kicker is I told her not to wash of the writing, but she would not go through the day without washing those amazing feet of hers. When I asked her to show me here feet and saw that most was gone. I opened my eyes wide in mock disbelief and let her know that she must be punished for her defiant actions. Her choice of punishment was either for me to rewrite her hints or I would have to scrub what is left off of her sensitive feet! Both tasks would require heavy foot bondage and painstaking methodical deliberate techniques.
Seeking mercy and choosing her words very carefully, her response was priceless, "Baby, I am sure you know better which punishment I need much more than I, and I am sure you will choose wisely. Please remember that it is my birthday weekend and I am a good girl most of the time."