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Hi everybody! This is my first story. I've been wanting to post one for some time. I just came to terms with my fetish so this is kind of like my coming out. I truly hope you enjoy and please give me comments or feel free to continue the story!!!! (though it is not 100% true, I do work in the office, have a shy boss, and hope this will happen someday) (sorry for the length)
First I feel I should let you in on a little secret. Though I have never had the pleasure (torture?) of being the helpless plaything, it’s a fantasy of mine I’ve kept a secret. I have gone out of my way to put myself in easy-access tickling positions, but someone brave enough has yet to take advantage of me. At least until the other day…
As is the common story these days I was having trouble finding a job right out of college. I always acted my most professional and dressed to match- skirt suits, nylons, heels. Unfortunately most interviewers I was facing were all females. I can only suspect the reason they did not hire me sprouted from their supreme jealousy of my looks…or my weak resume….either way, not here to discuss that.
Finally I got a phone call from a male asking me to come in for an interview in a small office. Things were going very smoothly and so he asked if I would try some computer work that job would entail. I’d say he was in his mid-30’s and seemed shy despite having a deep domineering voice. I sat at the computer terminal a feet across from his and got to work. The silence was so awkward that I was worried he’d get the impression I was a weird introvert and not right for the very customer oriented job. Before I fully turned my head to say something to him, out of the corner of my eye I caught his eyes fixated on stocking-clad calves and shod feet. I smiled back at my screen and heard him shuffle in his chair, possibly embarrassed he was just caught.
A couple minutes later I crossed my legs, letting my foot dangle a little closer to him out from under the desk. I slipped out of my shoe enough so it hanged delicately from my toes. I heard his breathing quicken slightly. This was fun! This poor man. The silence continued until I allowed my high-heeled shoe to fall. The loud sound it made as the heel hit the floor first made him jump and look at what had happened. I waited a few seconds and turned my head this time to meet his eyes as he quickly looked up from my foot. I apologized for the noise but did not reach for my shoe. Speechless all he could do was shake his head and mutter “it’s ok.” I finished my work and we set up another interview the next day.
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The second hands-on training was a little more difficult. I had a few questions as I was working but instead of sitting beside me, he stood behind me and would lean down to look at the screen to check my work. Was he flipping the table on me?? He had taken the dominant position, standing over me, in charge of the whole situation. He was not terribly attractive (not ugly by any means though), but I couldn’t stop my mind from running in circles. Who hasn’t had the fantasy of hooking up with their boss for a raise or a bribe?
Nothing came of that day. The interview ended normally but he said he would call me tomorrow to let me know. I had only interviewed twice before this phone call so you can imagine my surprise that they wanted to hire me full time. I was so excited!! I came in everyday for a few hours to practice the work for the rest of the week. I took my shoes off sometimes when other people were in the office just to see what kind of reaction I could get from him or anyone else for fun. He stole some glances here and there, but as there were always other people around, neither he nor I made any more advances on the subject.
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Last night I asked if I could stay late to finish another practice problem. He said “sure” and didn’t look up from his screen. This time I sat at the terminal behind his. I finished my work faster than I thought it would take and called him back to check out my work. “That was quick. You think it’s correct?” He said as he pulled up a chair next to me. I smiled and nodded and shrugged, hoping I had not rushed and missed something and embarrassed myself completely. As he pulled out his answer sheet and went down the lines, I subconsciously rubbed my foot which I had been sitting on in a half Indian style position on my chair.
“Sore foot?” He asked when he noticed what I was doing. “Yeah, heels are killer after running a couple miles,” I replied and stopped rubbing, leaving a free standing nylon foot trapped beneath my thigh, merely inches from his own thigh.
“Well it looks like you have everything correct here. Would you like to try another one?”
“Absolutely. I want to be comfortable and confident about doing this before I have to do it alone for a client.”
“Great.” He went back to his computer to print another scenario for me to solve. He came back and again sat down next to me, pulling his chair a bit farther away from me this time though. Had I gone too far? Did I scare him? Would I be fired now?
“ This one is a little harder so I am going to sit here while you do it…I’m sure you will have some questions and it would be easier for me to help you if I watched what you were doing as you did it.” His voice was so confident and commanding that I had no option but to obey. My mind began to race once again, and as if he could read my thoughts, I could not believe what he said next…
“Would you maybe like a massage? I know I have a hard time concentrating on my work if I’m sore. And you said your feet hurt. So I was thinking I could help out a bit. You know. I just…” Here he began to ramble in the cutest most innocent way. It was obvious he was trying to hide his own little obsession.
“Really? That would be nice.” My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour. My teasing had caught up with me and now my little feet were going to be in the hands of my boss. First he started with my left foot. He placed it in his lap, just short of a slight bulge becoming evident in his pants. His touch was very professional and felt amazing. I had a hard time concentrating. My mind was half overly relaxed, and half blinded by anticipation…was he going to tickle me? What would I do if he did begin to tickle me? What if he wanted to go further than just being playful?
He stopped and I waited longingly to feel a light teasing touch. Instead he said it was time for the other foot. I absolutely melted in my chair.
“Um, sure. Here you go.” He continued to rub my foot all over, very calculating and precise and relaxing. It did not tickle at all.
Only a few minutes had passed before he made his next request. “Ok now bring your other foot back up here.”
“You want both my feet?”
“Yes, it’s part of my massage technique.”
“Oh ok. But I’m almost done with the problem.”
“Perfect, it’s kind of like the grand finale anyways.”
I was in heaven. I know he could see my chest moving rapidly trying to keep up with my racing heart I know he could hear my short heavy breaths. He knew what he was doing. He placed my feet beside each other and continued massaging them together. I did my best to do all my work and calculations correctly, but I was so distracted. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I hustled through the rest of the simulation and asked him to check over it.
“Ok let’s take a look.” He did not remove my feet from his lap. “Wait. You didn’t even ask me for any help. Do you really think you did everything right?”
I know I may have rushed it, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t made any material mistakes.
“Let’s make a bet then,” he said. “If you are wrong, I get to play with your feet for the number of minutes you were off by dollars.” I was surprised he could act so bold and sound so nervous at the same time.
“Like 1 minute of tic…..I mean….Like 1 minute of playing for every $1 I am off? But I could be off by two thousand dollars from just one little mistake.” Oh my gosh, did he catch that? I can’t believe I almost said that.
The most devilish grin came over his face. He laughed a little and thought about it. He then put on a serious face. He kept me waiting on edge to hear what he’d say about it. I wasn’t even breathing now.
“Then you should have asked for help. You need to learn from your mistakes…and sometimes the hard way is the most effective way. So if you are wrong, those are the conditions. 1 minute of tic…(smile)…I mean, playing for every dollar you are off.”
I was so lightheaded. He wouldn’t really do that to me…
“Ok, yes. But what if I am right?”
“Trust me, you aren’t….”
I nearly leapt out of my chair when he said that. Any idiot could see I was nervous, almost scared, in anticipation. But could he tell I was so turned on by these prospects too?
“Close though. Only $150 dollars off.” Instead of going to town right away, he lightly massaged my feet. “So let’s see where you tripped up.” He found my error and explained why it was wrong and how it should be done. I was dying. I couldn’t do the entry right if you asked me to do it right after he explained it.
“So….I guess you’re in some trouble.” He locked my feet with an arm around my ankles, smiled, and asked me to start the timer on the computer. 150 minutes. My mind couldn’t even comprehend how long that would feel like. 2 and ½ hours of tickling…or however he was going to play with my feet.
To start he lightly dragged his fingers up and down the length of my foot. I did my best to hide how much it tickled, but couldn’t hold it back. I let out a few little giggles. He stopped. His eyes lit up like a madman.
“So you are ticklish, huh? This is going to be fun.”
I could no longer stand his light teasing touch. I laughed harder and pulled my foot back as hard as I could to try to escape his fingers. But it was all in vain.
“Please….hahahaha…nooo….stop.”
“Ok….I’ll stop…I’ll stop this warm up and get right down to business.”
“No no no….ahahahah…..don’t…….noooo hehehehehe……..I can’t…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
I lost it when he concentrated on my arches, using his nails to torture every nerve he could find.
“HAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOSH NOOOO STAWWWWWWWPPP AHAHAHAH HEHEHEHE!!!!!!”
“Do you really want me to stop? You don’t sound very convincing at all.” He giggled a bit to himself, and loosened his grip a little. I was laughing so hard I didn’t realize he had given me that wiggle room.
“I give you a chance to escape and you don’t even flinch. I think you’re enjoying this….” He tightened his grip again and tickled my helpless arches and soles for 20 minutes. He had a touch that tickled just enough to make me laugh, but soft enough to make me…well….enjoy the torture. And it was torture in a way. I was so horny and I could do nothing about it watch him delight in punishing me.
Finally he gave me a rest to catch my breath. “125 minutes left. I don’t know if I can make it. I am so ticklish.” I was loving every minute of it, but I did not know the limits of my body. I truly did not know if I would be able to take this for so much longer. He smiled and pulled my feet closer to him. I could tell he was as turned on as I was just by looking at his pants, but now I could feel my foot on his erection.
“Ready?” He said glancing at the timer, disregarding everything I had just said.
This time he went for my toes. He tickled the balls of my feet for over 5 minutes, just dragging four nails across both feet and back again, while his thumb hanged down to randomly tickle wherever it happened to touch.
“You’re hardly laughing or putting up any resistance. Not ticklish here?”
“I have to learn my lesson, right? It tickles a lot, but….”
I stopped and closed my eyes. I knew I couldn’t contain myself much longer. I knew a few more minutes of him touching me like this and I would orgasm. My sex burned for attention.
“This is supposed to be punishment. I think you’re enjoying it a little too much…” At this he pulled my toes back and began to tickle underneath them.
“NOT THERE!!!! AHAHAHAHAH THAT IS TOO MUCH!!!” I wrestled my feet away from him and he immediately reached for the timer to stop it.
“115 minutes left. Are you going to cooperate or do I need help restraining you?” He said, rolling his chair away from me.
“Sir, I can’t…..I don’t…..It’s too much.” I said, secretly wanting him to tie me spread eagle anywhere in the office.
“A deal is a deal.” He pulled over a stationary chair with a slot in the lower back of it and positioned it facing away from me. “Give me your feet.” Hesitantly I obeyed and slipped both of them through the slot so they rested on the seat. He slowly tied them to either side of the chairs vertical back bars, applying teasing touches every so often. He sat on the backwards chair and stared down at my trapped footsies. “Timer, start the clock...” he pulled my toes back once more.
“NO NO NO NO NO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAWWWWWPPPPP HAHAHAHAHA
NOOOOT MY TOOOOOOOOESSSS
HAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE OOOOOOOO” A half moan came from my lungs.
“Tickle tickle tickle….” I didn’t even know the tops of my feet could be ticklish! He was breaking me down.
“STOOOP OK OK OK NO MORE!!!!!! HAHAHAHA ……….. I QUIT !!! HAHAHAHA!!!”
He just laughed and tickled harder. He knew I wasn’t serious.
After much too long, he went back to caressing my arches in a deep tissue massage kind of way. I caught my breath and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was smiling or not, but I could not have looked that attractive. Sweat was pouring down my red hot face and my hair was a mess.
Suddenly he grabbed just above my knees and began to squeeze them over and over. I went to swipe his hands away but stopped at the last second and squeezed the arm rests hard, trying my hardest to deal with it (yeah, real hard, right?). I expected him to attack my stomach next, but he went back to my feet after a few minutes.
I was on cloud 9 as he switched between tickle-massaging my feet and just all out tickling them. I could just laugh. I didn’t try to stop him anymore. Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes seemed like hours. I wanted him to touch me all over my body. I wanted to feel him rapturing every inch of me with his magical fingers. Just then he stopped. For no reason, he just stopped.
“Wow. I can’t believe you lasted so long.”
“Haha oh thanks. But there’s still 37 minutes of my punishment left…” Yes, it was true I wanted him in a way an employee and boss should not be together, but I also wanted to keep this playful and fun. I did not want the complications of a physical engagement facing me as long as I worked there. Now I was nervous. Did he want to finish me off? Did he want me to finish him off?
“Oh I know. Don’t worry dear. I am going to save those minutes for when I’m bored and want something fun to do.”
I giggled.
“Ok. This was fun. But I’ll be sure to triple check my work next time.”
“You better. Because next time it will be your midsection and upper body…”
He winked and laughed and untied me. He grabbed my shoes and gently slid them back on, making sure to run them the lightly up the length of my feet until he reach my heel and put them on.
We both laughed about what had just happened and sat in silence as I cleaned my workspace and signed off the computer. He showed me to the door and grabbed me from behind by the waist as I walked out.
“Hehe what are you doing?” He tickled my tummy and ribs once up and down then let me go.
“Just a preview. So you will remember to get your work right.”
This had been the best day of my life. I still work there and I’m happy it’s not awkward between us. He has yet to redeem his 37 unused minutes of play time, and I have yet to make a mistake….but I’m seriously contemplating slipping up “accidentally” one of these days.
Let me know what you think please!
First I feel I should let you in on a little secret. Though I have never had the pleasure (torture?) of being the helpless plaything, it’s a fantasy of mine I’ve kept a secret. I have gone out of my way to put myself in easy-access tickling positions, but someone brave enough has yet to take advantage of me. At least until the other day…
As is the common story these days I was having trouble finding a job right out of college. I always acted my most professional and dressed to match- skirt suits, nylons, heels. Unfortunately most interviewers I was facing were all females. I can only suspect the reason they did not hire me sprouted from their supreme jealousy of my looks…or my weak resume….either way, not here to discuss that.
Finally I got a phone call from a male asking me to come in for an interview in a small office. Things were going very smoothly and so he asked if I would try some computer work that job would entail. I’d say he was in his mid-30’s and seemed shy despite having a deep domineering voice. I sat at the computer terminal a feet across from his and got to work. The silence was so awkward that I was worried he’d get the impression I was a weird introvert and not right for the very customer oriented job. Before I fully turned my head to say something to him, out of the corner of my eye I caught his eyes fixated on stocking-clad calves and shod feet. I smiled back at my screen and heard him shuffle in his chair, possibly embarrassed he was just caught.
A couple minutes later I crossed my legs, letting my foot dangle a little closer to him out from under the desk. I slipped out of my shoe enough so it hanged delicately from my toes. I heard his breathing quicken slightly. This was fun! This poor man. The silence continued until I allowed my high-heeled shoe to fall. The loud sound it made as the heel hit the floor first made him jump and look at what had happened. I waited a few seconds and turned my head this time to meet his eyes as he quickly looked up from my foot. I apologized for the noise but did not reach for my shoe. Speechless all he could do was shake his head and mutter “it’s ok.” I finished my work and we set up another interview the next day.
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The second hands-on training was a little more difficult. I had a few questions as I was working but instead of sitting beside me, he stood behind me and would lean down to look at the screen to check my work. Was he flipping the table on me?? He had taken the dominant position, standing over me, in charge of the whole situation. He was not terribly attractive (not ugly by any means though), but I couldn’t stop my mind from running in circles. Who hasn’t had the fantasy of hooking up with their boss for a raise or a bribe?
Nothing came of that day. The interview ended normally but he said he would call me tomorrow to let me know. I had only interviewed twice before this phone call so you can imagine my surprise that they wanted to hire me full time. I was so excited!! I came in everyday for a few hours to practice the work for the rest of the week. I took my shoes off sometimes when other people were in the office just to see what kind of reaction I could get from him or anyone else for fun. He stole some glances here and there, but as there were always other people around, neither he nor I made any more advances on the subject.
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Last night I asked if I could stay late to finish another practice problem. He said “sure” and didn’t look up from his screen. This time I sat at the terminal behind his. I finished my work faster than I thought it would take and called him back to check out my work. “That was quick. You think it’s correct?” He said as he pulled up a chair next to me. I smiled and nodded and shrugged, hoping I had not rushed and missed something and embarrassed myself completely. As he pulled out his answer sheet and went down the lines, I subconsciously rubbed my foot which I had been sitting on in a half Indian style position on my chair.
“Sore foot?” He asked when he noticed what I was doing. “Yeah, heels are killer after running a couple miles,” I replied and stopped rubbing, leaving a free standing nylon foot trapped beneath my thigh, merely inches from his own thigh.
“Well it looks like you have everything correct here. Would you like to try another one?”
“Absolutely. I want to be comfortable and confident about doing this before I have to do it alone for a client.”
“Great.” He went back to his computer to print another scenario for me to solve. He came back and again sat down next to me, pulling his chair a bit farther away from me this time though. Had I gone too far? Did I scare him? Would I be fired now?
“ This one is a little harder so I am going to sit here while you do it…I’m sure you will have some questions and it would be easier for me to help you if I watched what you were doing as you did it.” His voice was so confident and commanding that I had no option but to obey. My mind began to race once again, and as if he could read my thoughts, I could not believe what he said next…
“Would you maybe like a massage? I know I have a hard time concentrating on my work if I’m sore. And you said your feet hurt. So I was thinking I could help out a bit. You know. I just…” Here he began to ramble in the cutest most innocent way. It was obvious he was trying to hide his own little obsession.
“Really? That would be nice.” My heart was racing a thousand miles per hour. My teasing had caught up with me and now my little feet were going to be in the hands of my boss. First he started with my left foot. He placed it in his lap, just short of a slight bulge becoming evident in his pants. His touch was very professional and felt amazing. I had a hard time concentrating. My mind was half overly relaxed, and half blinded by anticipation…was he going to tickle me? What would I do if he did begin to tickle me? What if he wanted to go further than just being playful?
He stopped and I waited longingly to feel a light teasing touch. Instead he said it was time for the other foot. I absolutely melted in my chair.
“Um, sure. Here you go.” He continued to rub my foot all over, very calculating and precise and relaxing. It did not tickle at all.
Only a few minutes had passed before he made his next request. “Ok now bring your other foot back up here.”
“You want both my feet?”
“Yes, it’s part of my massage technique.”
“Oh ok. But I’m almost done with the problem.”
“Perfect, it’s kind of like the grand finale anyways.”
I was in heaven. I know he could see my chest moving rapidly trying to keep up with my racing heart I know he could hear my short heavy breaths. He knew what he was doing. He placed my feet beside each other and continued massaging them together. I did my best to do all my work and calculations correctly, but I was so distracted. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I hustled through the rest of the simulation and asked him to check over it.
“Ok let’s take a look.” He did not remove my feet from his lap. “Wait. You didn’t even ask me for any help. Do you really think you did everything right?”
I know I may have rushed it, but I was pretty sure I hadn’t made any material mistakes.
“Let’s make a bet then,” he said. “If you are wrong, I get to play with your feet for the number of minutes you were off by dollars.” I was surprised he could act so bold and sound so nervous at the same time.
“Like 1 minute of tic…..I mean….Like 1 minute of playing for every $1 I am off? But I could be off by two thousand dollars from just one little mistake.” Oh my gosh, did he catch that? I can’t believe I almost said that.
The most devilish grin came over his face. He laughed a little and thought about it. He then put on a serious face. He kept me waiting on edge to hear what he’d say about it. I wasn’t even breathing now.
“Then you should have asked for help. You need to learn from your mistakes…and sometimes the hard way is the most effective way. So if you are wrong, those are the conditions. 1 minute of tic…(smile)…I mean, playing for every dollar you are off.”
I was so lightheaded. He wouldn’t really do that to me…
“Ok, yes. But what if I am right?”
“Trust me, you aren’t….”
I nearly leapt out of my chair when he said that. Any idiot could see I was nervous, almost scared, in anticipation. But could he tell I was so turned on by these prospects too?
“Close though. Only $150 dollars off.” Instead of going to town right away, he lightly massaged my feet. “So let’s see where you tripped up.” He found my error and explained why it was wrong and how it should be done. I was dying. I couldn’t do the entry right if you asked me to do it right after he explained it.
“So….I guess you’re in some trouble.” He locked my feet with an arm around my ankles, smiled, and asked me to start the timer on the computer. 150 minutes. My mind couldn’t even comprehend how long that would feel like. 2 and ½ hours of tickling…or however he was going to play with my feet.
To start he lightly dragged his fingers up and down the length of my foot. I did my best to hide how much it tickled, but couldn’t hold it back. I let out a few little giggles. He stopped. His eyes lit up like a madman.
“So you are ticklish, huh? This is going to be fun.”
I could no longer stand his light teasing touch. I laughed harder and pulled my foot back as hard as I could to try to escape his fingers. But it was all in vain.
“Please….hahahaha…nooo….stop.”
“Ok….I’ll stop…I’ll stop this warm up and get right down to business.”
“No no no….ahahahah…..don’t…….noooo hehehehehe……..I can’t…..HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
I lost it when he concentrated on my arches, using his nails to torture every nerve he could find.
“HAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOSH NOOOO STAWWWWWWWPPP AHAHAHAH HEHEHEHE!!!!!!”
“Do you really want me to stop? You don’t sound very convincing at all.” He giggled a bit to himself, and loosened his grip a little. I was laughing so hard I didn’t realize he had given me that wiggle room.
“I give you a chance to escape and you don’t even flinch. I think you’re enjoying this….” He tightened his grip again and tickled my helpless arches and soles for 20 minutes. He had a touch that tickled just enough to make me laugh, but soft enough to make me…well….enjoy the torture. And it was torture in a way. I was so horny and I could do nothing about it watch him delight in punishing me.
Finally he gave me a rest to catch my breath. “125 minutes left. I don’t know if I can make it. I am so ticklish.” I was loving every minute of it, but I did not know the limits of my body. I truly did not know if I would be able to take this for so much longer. He smiled and pulled my feet closer to him. I could tell he was as turned on as I was just by looking at his pants, but now I could feel my foot on his erection.
“Ready?” He said glancing at the timer, disregarding everything I had just said.
This time he went for my toes. He tickled the balls of my feet for over 5 minutes, just dragging four nails across both feet and back again, while his thumb hanged down to randomly tickle wherever it happened to touch.
“You’re hardly laughing or putting up any resistance. Not ticklish here?”
“I have to learn my lesson, right? It tickles a lot, but….”
I stopped and closed my eyes. I knew I couldn’t contain myself much longer. I knew a few more minutes of him touching me like this and I would orgasm. My sex burned for attention.
“This is supposed to be punishment. I think you’re enjoying it a little too much…” At this he pulled my toes back and began to tickle underneath them.
“NOT THERE!!!! AHAHAHAHAH THAT IS TOO MUCH!!!” I wrestled my feet away from him and he immediately reached for the timer to stop it.
“115 minutes left. Are you going to cooperate or do I need help restraining you?” He said, rolling his chair away from me.
“Sir, I can’t…..I don’t…..It’s too much.” I said, secretly wanting him to tie me spread eagle anywhere in the office.
“A deal is a deal.” He pulled over a stationary chair with a slot in the lower back of it and positioned it facing away from me. “Give me your feet.” Hesitantly I obeyed and slipped both of them through the slot so they rested on the seat. He slowly tied them to either side of the chairs vertical back bars, applying teasing touches every so often. He sat on the backwards chair and stared down at my trapped footsies. “Timer, start the clock...” he pulled my toes back once more.
“NO NO NO NO NO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAWWWWWPPPPP HAHAHAHAHA
NOOOOT MY TOOOOOOOOESSSS
HAHAHAHAHA HEHEHEHEHE OOOOOOOO” A half moan came from my lungs.
“Tickle tickle tickle….” I didn’t even know the tops of my feet could be ticklish! He was breaking me down.
“STOOOP OK OK OK NO MORE!!!!!! HAHAHAHA ……….. I QUIT !!! HAHAHAHA!!!”
He just laughed and tickled harder. He knew I wasn’t serious.
After much too long, he went back to caressing my arches in a deep tissue massage kind of way. I caught my breath and leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure if I was smiling or not, but I could not have looked that attractive. Sweat was pouring down my red hot face and my hair was a mess.
Suddenly he grabbed just above my knees and began to squeeze them over and over. I went to swipe his hands away but stopped at the last second and squeezed the arm rests hard, trying my hardest to deal with it (yeah, real hard, right?). I expected him to attack my stomach next, but he went back to my feet after a few minutes.
I was on cloud 9 as he switched between tickle-massaging my feet and just all out tickling them. I could just laugh. I didn’t try to stop him anymore. Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes seemed like hours. I wanted him to touch me all over my body. I wanted to feel him rapturing every inch of me with his magical fingers. Just then he stopped. For no reason, he just stopped.
“Wow. I can’t believe you lasted so long.”
“Haha oh thanks. But there’s still 37 minutes of my punishment left…” Yes, it was true I wanted him in a way an employee and boss should not be together, but I also wanted to keep this playful and fun. I did not want the complications of a physical engagement facing me as long as I worked there. Now I was nervous. Did he want to finish me off? Did he want me to finish him off?
“Oh I know. Don’t worry dear. I am going to save those minutes for when I’m bored and want something fun to do.”
I giggled.
“Ok. This was fun. But I’ll be sure to triple check my work next time.”
“You better. Because next time it will be your midsection and upper body…”
He winked and laughed and untied me. He grabbed my shoes and gently slid them back on, making sure to run them the lightly up the length of my feet until he reach my heel and put them on.
We both laughed about what had just happened and sat in silence as I cleaned my workspace and signed off the computer. He showed me to the door and grabbed me from behind by the waist as I walked out.
“Hehe what are you doing?” He tickled my tummy and ribs once up and down then let me go.
“Just a preview. So you will remember to get your work right.”
This had been the best day of my life. I still work there and I’m happy it’s not awkward between us. He has yet to redeem his 37 unused minutes of play time, and I have yet to make a mistake….but I’m seriously contemplating slipping up “accidentally” one of these days.
Let me know what you think please!
