thegeekiestnerd
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This is a story of an episode, which is one of many, that occurred when I was dating an ex GF, who I shall call Mary; and it was I who initiated the break up for other reasons.
I am a genderqueer, non-binary guy and I've known for about a decade, this occurred when I'd recently come out openly in the public sphere. My good lady at the time knew of my feet, nylon and tickling fetish but had never shown much of an interest. One day, that all changed....
Mary turns around to me and says, "your tights make you more ticklish don't they?"
I replied "what do you mean?". Naturally I knew full well they did, but I'd just shaved my legs and done my nails, and then moisturised. Which meant I was super tickley and really vulnerable....
Mary then put out her hand and led me to the bed. My bed is on top of a load of cupboards, as flats in London are tiny so space is used economically, where she pushes me onto the mattress and gets on top of me.
Little did I know, this had been planned. Within a second shed got both ankles in restraints and my "HEY?!" Didn't stop her getting my arms in one at a time too.
I tried to defend myself but alas it was in vain. She giggled a couple of times where my finger caught her side as she got my hands tied back, which is when she put the blind fold on me.
"There, she says, you won't know what's coming now"
"Piss off" I replied "you wouldn't torture me"
She slaps me and tells me off for being rude and then shoves a ball gag in my mouth. "That'll keep you quiet and teach you for being offensive"
Then it goes silent, I hear a bag rustling....
Suddenly fingers are scribbling all over my nylon clad feet "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I cried, muffled by the gag. The shiny surface of my 20 denier tights make it excruciating!!
"HAHAHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHA" I'm barely able to catch a breath.
Then it stops. I feel her turn around, then she's in my pits "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I buck and scream like a banshee but it's no use "PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" the gag keeping it muffled and making me feel so helpless; "MERCY" I mumble.
"Is the little sub trying to get out, no MERCY!!" And her finger drive in behind my knees. "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" I cry.
"You like a hairbrush my little sub?"
"NOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" as the brush rakes up and down both feet.
I feel so helpless and useless and all I can do is take it.
Then it stops, and I feel my nylons get ripped. My newly painted toes wiggle as the tights come off down to my ankles. Which is when I hear a bottle open and the cool,lotion gets poured down my soles.
And so the brush rakes again "GAWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHGAWHAHAHAHA" I cry, bucking and trying to get out of the tight bonds to no avail. This goes on forever and ever in my world, in reality about twenty minutes, but all I can do is laugh into the gag as she attacks all my vulnerable spots.
She stops, turns around and takes off the blindfold and gag then kisses me.
"Now you know what I can do to you if you misbehave" she says.
I just looked sheepishly at her and nodded. So she undid the bonds and the rest of the evening was as they say, history.
