Lisa could not believe her fantasy was about to come true. She found a place that would cater to her needs, her secret needs she hid from everyone. A fetish place to live out her fantasy. She was not a skinny lady, but not fat. An average woman who wanted to indulge her fantasy of tickling. She arrived at the club one evening in a black dress, and black open toe heels showing her pink polish. She was immediately fixated on one man. He was rugged looking, and he smiled at her devilishly. Her body quivered when he approached her.
“I’m Dave.”
“Lisa.”
“Lisa…..what brings you here?”
Lisa blushed.
“A tickling fantasy of some sort?” He smiled.
“Yes.” Was all she could get out.
“Shy? I like that.”
“No, no. Not much at all, but I never played out the fantasy I have.”
“And what might that be?” He whispered in her ear.”
“Tickling.” She whispered back.
“Any particular place?”
“Yes. “She blushed.
“Does it have anything to do with those pretty feet?”
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“I would love to help you with that.”
“I see.”
Dave took her hand and led her to a room. It was a massage table with stocks attached.
“Oh my.”
“It’s perfectly safe here, you know that right?”
“Yes.”
“Lay back, let me do the rest.”
Lisa hopped on the table and laid down. Dave removed her shoes slowly. She let out a soft moan.
“Excited?”
“Yes.”
Dave placed her feet in the stocks and locked them.
Lisa let out a giggle, realizing she couldn’t get away.
“Someone’s in terrible trouble.”
“HA HA.”
“Let’s see.”
Dave lightly tickled her feet and Lisa jumped. “OHH…tickles.”
“Oh yes, I know. You are very sensitive. I like that.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“I love this. Tickling your helpless tootsies.”
His fingers danced like mad over her feet. Lisa was trying to wiggle away furiously.”
“Tickle tickle tickle.”
“OH please, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Too late, I am going to tickle you for a while.”
His fingers slowly glided over her helpless soles, making her crazy.
“Dave! I can’t…it tickles!”
“I know, you love it, admit it.”
“No! HA HA HA HA! I can’t”
“Oh then you are in for a long tickling session.
Dave tormented her trapped feet for 20 minutes. He gave her a break and walked over to her.
“Are you enjoying? Tell the truth.”
“Yes…” she moaned.
“Oh yes, you love it.”
Dave walked to her feet with a feather and slowly tickled her toes.”
“HA HA HA HA HA.”
When Lisa looked like she couldn’t take it any longer, he stopped.
“Listen, maybe we can take this a bit further.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, a comfortable bed, and using my feathers elsewhere as well.”
Dave kissed her before she could answer.
“Yes.”
“Yes? Good. Tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be here.”
“See you then.”
Lisa went home that night in ecstasy. Counting the minutes to tomorrow night.
“I’m Dave.”
“Lisa.”
“Lisa…..what brings you here?”
Lisa blushed.
“A tickling fantasy of some sort?” He smiled.
“Yes.” Was all she could get out.
“Shy? I like that.”
“No, no. Not much at all, but I never played out the fantasy I have.”
“And what might that be?” He whispered in her ear.”
“Tickling.” She whispered back.
“Any particular place?”
“Yes. “She blushed.
“Does it have anything to do with those pretty feet?”
“Yes.” She said quietly.
“I would love to help you with that.”
“I see.”
Dave took her hand and led her to a room. It was a massage table with stocks attached.
“Oh my.”
“It’s perfectly safe here, you know that right?”
“Yes.”
“Lay back, let me do the rest.”
Lisa hopped on the table and laid down. Dave removed her shoes slowly. She let out a soft moan.
“Excited?”
“Yes.”
Dave placed her feet in the stocks and locked them.
Lisa let out a giggle, realizing she couldn’t get away.
“Someone’s in terrible trouble.”
“HA HA.”
“Let’s see.”
Dave lightly tickled her feet and Lisa jumped. “OHH…tickles.”
“Oh yes, I know. You are very sensitive. I like that.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“I love this. Tickling your helpless tootsies.”
His fingers danced like mad over her feet. Lisa was trying to wiggle away furiously.”
“Tickle tickle tickle.”
“OH please, I don’t think I can do this.”
“Too late, I am going to tickle you for a while.”
His fingers slowly glided over her helpless soles, making her crazy.
“Dave! I can’t…it tickles!”
“I know, you love it, admit it.”
“No! HA HA HA HA! I can’t”
“Oh then you are in for a long tickling session.
Dave tormented her trapped feet for 20 minutes. He gave her a break and walked over to her.
“Are you enjoying? Tell the truth.”
“Yes…” she moaned.
“Oh yes, you love it.”
Dave walked to her feet with a feather and slowly tickled her toes.”
“HA HA HA HA HA.”
When Lisa looked like she couldn’t take it any longer, he stopped.
“Listen, maybe we can take this a bit further.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, a comfortable bed, and using my feathers elsewhere as well.”
Dave kissed her before she could answer.
“Yes.”
“Yes? Good. Tomorrow night?”
“I’ll be here.”
“See you then.”
Lisa went home that night in ecstasy. Counting the minutes to tomorrow night.
