Folks:
This is a based in fact and the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Sorry there's not much tickling in this part - it mainly is the setup of the final part (coming soon).
-H
My wife Angie is a jealous, possessive woman. These are both qualities (if you can call them that) that I abhor in a woman, yet her other graces more than make up for these faults.
Angie is about 5’8”, with long dark hair, brown eyes, and curvy, but not overweight. Knowing my interest in feet & tickling, she keeps both her hands and feet immaculate. Her long fingernails are always perfectly manicured and usually painted brightly to complement her tanned skin.
Angie hates all my ex-girlfriends. She doesn’t know them, hasn’t met them. But she hates them with a passion that is difficult to describe. In fact, this passion can become sexual, as she like me to sometimes describe my sexual exploits with these ex-girlfriends while we have sex. It makes her very hot and she’ll come in seconds once I start detailing these past lovers.
Which leads us to Stephanie. Stephanie and I broke up nearly 10 years before I started dating Angie. Stephanie is the exact opposite of Angie physically. Blonde, petit, and standing about 5’2”, Stephanie was a cheerleader in high school and very peppy and outgoing. So, some of this probably contributes to the fact the Angie hates Stephanie worst of all. I only have to go into a little detail about Stephanie’s hot little body and how I would lick champagne off of her nipples to send Angie into a screaming, mind-blowing orgasm.
Stephanie also had an interesting characteristic that was sometimes the topic of my and Angie’s pillow talk. Stephanie hated feet. She hated her feet, and hated anyone who went near them. As a foot guy, this was disconcerting, and I had to settle for giving an occasional footrub to Stephanie while she had socks on.
The ONE time I ever tickled Stephanie’s foot will always be memorable to me. She was barefoot, and I think I was a little pissed at her about something, so I reached over and grabbed her ankle, pinned it under my arm, and tickled her arch maniacally. The effect was instant; Stephanie screamed. She then tried unsuccessfully to pull her foot away, and went limp in 3 seconds, and then directly into “silent laughter”. I had never seen anyone that ticklish before, and I stopped right away. As you might imagine, Stephanie stormed off, totally pissed off, and she didn’t talk to me or return phone calls for nearly two weeks.
Stephanie’s final foot phobia manifested itself in her complete inability – even in socks – to deal with her toes being flexed. She was a former dancer and would point her toes, but would never flex them. “The toes don’t go that way!”, she’d remind me as I would pull her toes gently back while massaging her socked foot. Again, this wasn’t a physical problem with her feet; it was just a part of her foot phobia.
Stephanie called me out of the blue one day last month and left a voice mail for me on the house machine. Angie was at first livid until I told her what I’d been thinking.
In a couple days, Stephanie was in our living room, sipping a glass of wine with Angie and I. Soon,we were all chatting like old friends. It actually didn’t take a ton of persuasion to get her to lie on our bed and put her feet in my stocks.
We had told her it was an exercise board for doing stomach crunches. I don’t think she bought it, but I’m sure she had no idea what they really were. I built these stocks several years ago, and I think they’re great for a couple reasons.
It’s not necessary to tie the person’s wrists if they’re in them. They come up pretty high and the latches are on the other side, so it’s impossible for a ticklee to unhook them. In fact, its kind of fun to see people thrash around freely while their feet are tickled. Second, I have 3 loops of soft cotton cord for each foot that can be adjusted with a spring-loaded clamp. So the big toe, middle toe and little toes of each foot can be tied back quite easily.
Stephanie was quickly locked in the stocks as I began telling her how the “exercise table” worked. Then, after Angie threw the two latches on the stocks, she commented to Stephanie.
“Stephanie, those are such cute shoes. Where did you find them?” Stephanie was wearing brown mocs with thin white socks. Stephanie – always slow on the uptake, answered Angie, “I found them at Macy’s. They’re so comfortable.”
Angie replied, “They look like it. What size do you wear? Do you mind?” And with that, Angie slowly tugged at Stephanie’s moccasin at the heel.
Stephanie stammered, “Um, 6 ½. No, you can see them. Umm..” Stephanie was clearly uncomfortable and becoming confused.
Angie sighed, “Oh, they won’t fit. I’m a size 9. Damn, and they’re so cute. Speaking of cute, did you get those socks at Macy’s too? They’re adorable!” Angie quickly pulled off Stephanie’s thin sock.
The gravity of Stephanie’s situation now had sunk in to her. “Yes… no.. I don’t remember. Please put my shoe back on. And let me out of this thing. Please?”, Stephanie begged. She tried to pull her ankle out and then realized how secure her ankle was in the padded stock.
“Wow, Jack!”, Angie exclaimed, “you didn’t tell me how cute Stephanie’s little feet were. They’re nice and petite and her toes are painted a nice pretty pink. Stephanie, do you mind if I take a closer look?”
Stephanie’s voice quickened, “Well, yes, uhh.. no. That’s fine. What are you doing??”
Angie answered matter-of-factly. “I’m just looking at your foot, Stephanie.” She kneeled down to put her eyes level to Stephanie’s bare foot. Angie then inspected every square inch of Stephanie’ bare foot as if she were a doctor. Her burning gaze took in every detail of Stephanie’s heels, arch, the ball of her foot. She looked intently at every toe, even spreading each of them so she could peer at the stretched skin between them all. Stephanie was sitting up now; he knuckles white as the grasped the tops of the stocks, but too far away to do anything to Angie.
“Please – can I look at your right foot Steph?”, Angie asked innocently.
Angie’s polite request threw Stephanie. “”I really wish you wouldn’t, Angie”, Stephanie began. “I don’t like feet, and it’s weirding me out.”
“I’ll be quick. I promise”, Angie lied, and slowly removed Steph's other moc and oh so slowly pulled off her sock.
Stephanie began to slightly tremble is Angie’s brown eyes took in every detail of her bare foot. As a test, as Angie was manipulating Stephanie’s toes, she began to gently flexed them back. Stephanie quickly hissed, “Don’t do that!” and shook her head violently.
Angie smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Stephanie”, she lied again. And then she bowed her head and took three of Stephanie’s toes into her mouth.
Stephanie screamed…
<TO BE CONTINUED>
This is a based in fact and the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Sorry there's not much tickling in this part - it mainly is the setup of the final part (coming soon).
-H
My wife Angie is a jealous, possessive woman. These are both qualities (if you can call them that) that I abhor in a woman, yet her other graces more than make up for these faults.
Angie is about 5’8”, with long dark hair, brown eyes, and curvy, but not overweight. Knowing my interest in feet & tickling, she keeps both her hands and feet immaculate. Her long fingernails are always perfectly manicured and usually painted brightly to complement her tanned skin.
Angie hates all my ex-girlfriends. She doesn’t know them, hasn’t met them. But she hates them with a passion that is difficult to describe. In fact, this passion can become sexual, as she like me to sometimes describe my sexual exploits with these ex-girlfriends while we have sex. It makes her very hot and she’ll come in seconds once I start detailing these past lovers.
Which leads us to Stephanie. Stephanie and I broke up nearly 10 years before I started dating Angie. Stephanie is the exact opposite of Angie physically. Blonde, petit, and standing about 5’2”, Stephanie was a cheerleader in high school and very peppy and outgoing. So, some of this probably contributes to the fact the Angie hates Stephanie worst of all. I only have to go into a little detail about Stephanie’s hot little body and how I would lick champagne off of her nipples to send Angie into a screaming, mind-blowing orgasm.
Stephanie also had an interesting characteristic that was sometimes the topic of my and Angie’s pillow talk. Stephanie hated feet. She hated her feet, and hated anyone who went near them. As a foot guy, this was disconcerting, and I had to settle for giving an occasional footrub to Stephanie while she had socks on.
The ONE time I ever tickled Stephanie’s foot will always be memorable to me. She was barefoot, and I think I was a little pissed at her about something, so I reached over and grabbed her ankle, pinned it under my arm, and tickled her arch maniacally. The effect was instant; Stephanie screamed. She then tried unsuccessfully to pull her foot away, and went limp in 3 seconds, and then directly into “silent laughter”. I had never seen anyone that ticklish before, and I stopped right away. As you might imagine, Stephanie stormed off, totally pissed off, and she didn’t talk to me or return phone calls for nearly two weeks.
Stephanie’s final foot phobia manifested itself in her complete inability – even in socks – to deal with her toes being flexed. She was a former dancer and would point her toes, but would never flex them. “The toes don’t go that way!”, she’d remind me as I would pull her toes gently back while massaging her socked foot. Again, this wasn’t a physical problem with her feet; it was just a part of her foot phobia.
Stephanie called me out of the blue one day last month and left a voice mail for me on the house machine. Angie was at first livid until I told her what I’d been thinking.
In a couple days, Stephanie was in our living room, sipping a glass of wine with Angie and I. Soon,we were all chatting like old friends. It actually didn’t take a ton of persuasion to get her to lie on our bed and put her feet in my stocks.
We had told her it was an exercise board for doing stomach crunches. I don’t think she bought it, but I’m sure she had no idea what they really were. I built these stocks several years ago, and I think they’re great for a couple reasons.
It’s not necessary to tie the person’s wrists if they’re in them. They come up pretty high and the latches are on the other side, so it’s impossible for a ticklee to unhook them. In fact, its kind of fun to see people thrash around freely while their feet are tickled. Second, I have 3 loops of soft cotton cord for each foot that can be adjusted with a spring-loaded clamp. So the big toe, middle toe and little toes of each foot can be tied back quite easily.
Stephanie was quickly locked in the stocks as I began telling her how the “exercise table” worked. Then, after Angie threw the two latches on the stocks, she commented to Stephanie.
“Stephanie, those are such cute shoes. Where did you find them?” Stephanie was wearing brown mocs with thin white socks. Stephanie – always slow on the uptake, answered Angie, “I found them at Macy’s. They’re so comfortable.”
Angie replied, “They look like it. What size do you wear? Do you mind?” And with that, Angie slowly tugged at Stephanie’s moccasin at the heel.
Stephanie stammered, “Um, 6 ½. No, you can see them. Umm..” Stephanie was clearly uncomfortable and becoming confused.
Angie sighed, “Oh, they won’t fit. I’m a size 9. Damn, and they’re so cute. Speaking of cute, did you get those socks at Macy’s too? They’re adorable!” Angie quickly pulled off Stephanie’s thin sock.
The gravity of Stephanie’s situation now had sunk in to her. “Yes… no.. I don’t remember. Please put my shoe back on. And let me out of this thing. Please?”, Stephanie begged. She tried to pull her ankle out and then realized how secure her ankle was in the padded stock.
“Wow, Jack!”, Angie exclaimed, “you didn’t tell me how cute Stephanie’s little feet were. They’re nice and petite and her toes are painted a nice pretty pink. Stephanie, do you mind if I take a closer look?”
Stephanie’s voice quickened, “Well, yes, uhh.. no. That’s fine. What are you doing??”
Angie answered matter-of-factly. “I’m just looking at your foot, Stephanie.” She kneeled down to put her eyes level to Stephanie’s bare foot. Angie then inspected every square inch of Stephanie’ bare foot as if she were a doctor. Her burning gaze took in every detail of Stephanie’s heels, arch, the ball of her foot. She looked intently at every toe, even spreading each of them so she could peer at the stretched skin between them all. Stephanie was sitting up now; he knuckles white as the grasped the tops of the stocks, but too far away to do anything to Angie.
“Please – can I look at your right foot Steph?”, Angie asked innocently.
Angie’s polite request threw Stephanie. “”I really wish you wouldn’t, Angie”, Stephanie began. “I don’t like feet, and it’s weirding me out.”
“I’ll be quick. I promise”, Angie lied, and slowly removed Steph's other moc and oh so slowly pulled off her sock.
Stephanie began to slightly tremble is Angie’s brown eyes took in every detail of her bare foot. As a test, as Angie was manipulating Stephanie’s toes, she began to gently flexed them back. Stephanie quickly hissed, “Don’t do that!” and shook her head violently.
Angie smiled. “It was nice meeting you, Stephanie”, she lied again. And then she bowed her head and took three of Stephanie’s toes into her mouth.
Stephanie screamed…
<TO BE CONTINUED>
