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Hey everyone! I’ve always wanted to have a go at writing my own tickle story so i thoguht i’d give it a go. This story follows what would probably be my tickle fantasy, so the main character is me. It’s very basic and nowhere near as detailed as some of the professional stories out there so don’t expect much. It was just a bit of fun 🙂 Enjoy!
A Ticklish Job
It was the first day of my new job, everything was going great, the work was easy, the money was great, what more could I ask for? Little did I know it would set the wheels in motion for an experience I’d never forget. I’d been introduced to my workmates and I was cracking on with my job until it came to meeting the new boss. Her name was Samantha Roberts and she was a medium height brunette in her early 40’s, she strolled into the main room wearing a small black dress, her hair tied in a tight bun, her perfect breasts bouncing along and a stern but sexy look in her green eyes through her glasses, the years had been good to her. But the main part of her body which instantly caught my attention was her feet. I had never seen such perfect feet on a woman before. Deliciously high arches, plump toes, blood red painted toe nails, overall they looked amazingly soft in her black high heels, I couldn’t stop staring. She walked over to my desk and sat down on the corner. ’So you’re the new boy are you?’ she asked. ’Why yes, I’m Dave’ I replied. ’Good well I hope you’ve settled in ok and ready to work, last thing I need right now is a young gun like you slacking off and causing me hassle’ she explained, by now I had already been distracted again by her feet floating in the air as she dangled them of the edge of the desk. ’Something distracting you Mr Goodall?’ Samantha asked me sternly making me jump and turn my eyesight to her face trying to disguise my staring at her feet. ’No nothing at all Samantha’ I explained, ’That’s Ms Roberts to you young man, you better start showing more respect around me, for that you can stay an extra hour tonight and finish off these reports’ she said pointing a finger at me and dropping down some piles of paper on my desk. ’Yes sorry Ms Roberts, I’ll crack on with them straight away’ I replied. ’Yes you do that, I’ll be watching you’ and with that she walked off back to her office my eyes fixated on her gorgeous feet once more until they disappeared out of view.
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The day went on and soon it was time to finish. I packed up my things and headed towards the exit. The whole building was now vastly empty due to me having to stay an hour more than everyone else. It was a dark night and there was a harsh chill in the air as I walked towards my car. I opened my bag to reach inside for my keys, when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and placed a cloth over my mouth and nose. I struggled with them for a few minutes trying to muffle out some shouts for help, until I realised that there was chloroform on the cloth and I was slowly passing out from the fumes. I slumped to the ground, shut my eyes and passed out.
I woke up feeling drowsy, I felt cold still and bright light above me blurred my vision. As I started to come round more I realised that I had been stripped down to just my boxer shorts. I was sitting on a long cushioned seat; my hands were cuffed and raised above my head where they hung from a wooden frame and my ankles were locked in a pair of stocks right at the end of the cushioned seat. Further more my big toes had been toed together with string and pulled back to the stocks, making me almost immobile. I struggled to try and release myself, but it was no use, I was completely trapped. ’There’s no use trying to escape’ said a familiar voice. ’I see you’ve woken up then’ Ms Roberts walked into my view; she was wearing only her bra and panties and her hair was now loose and waving around. ’Ms Roberts??? What’s going on???’ I demanded franticly. ’This is just a little ritual I like to do to all my new employees, especially those who like to stare at my feet’ she said smiling. ’I don’t know what you mean’ I replied hesitantly. ’Oh don’t lie to me Mr Goodall, I can spot a foot fetishist a mile off, I saw you drooling over my feet earlier at the office’ she said angrily. ’I honestly don’t know what you mean, I was er…just…thinking about er…how great my new job was, I often drift off when I’m concentrating hard’ I said to her trying to make out that I hadn’t noticed her stunning feet earlier in the day. ’Pathetic excuse’ she snarled. Ms Roberts walked behind me then reappeared with a long peacock feather. ’What’s that for???’ I asked hesitantly. ’Oh this?? This is how I’m going to make you admit to having a thing for my feet’ Ms Roberts said bluntly, waving the feather in the air. ’Why? You’re not ticklish are you??’ she asked. I didn’t say anything; my eyes were now fixed on the feather. ’So you’re the strong silent type are you? Well that’s just fine with me my dear, I like a good challenge’ she explained as she lowered the feather and began to lightly drag it over my stomach and ribs. The light touches of the feather started to drive me wild, but I tried to remain strong show no reaction. Ms Roberts skilfully brushed the feather around my armpits and neck, making sure to stimulate every sensitive area of my upper body, it was all beginning to get too much for me and I was about to let out a burst of laughter, when she suddenly stopped. ’I think I might have to use something a little bit more drastic’ she said dropping the feather and sat on top of my outstretched legs facing me. ’What do you want from me??’ I asked. ’I want you to admit you like my sexy feet’ she said patronisingly. She began wiggling her long finger nails towards my bare arm pits. I took a deep breathe and shut my eyes, but it was no use. Ms Roberts plunged her fingers into the delicate skin of my armpits and began wiggling away. I burst out with laughter instantly. ’HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAA’ I cried. ’Yeeeess, that’s what I like to hear’ Ms Roberts said grinning as she continued to use her long nails to full effect on my ticklish pits. ’PLEEEASE HAHAHAHA I’M SO TTTTICKLIIISH HAHAHAHA’. ’I know you are, but I haven’t heard you admit anything to me yet, so I’ll continue’ she laughed, as she moved down to my sides and began dragging her nails along my sides ’HAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO PLEASEE HAHAHAH STOOOPPP HAHAHAHA’ I begged. ’Not until you tell me what I want to hear’ she said now concentrating on the area around my belly button. ’Tickle Tickle Tickle’ she teased, as she watched on in delight as I squirmed to try and avoid her torturous fingers. She stopped briefly and stood up off my legs and walked around the back of me. I caught my breath and said ’Please…no more…I beg you….please Ms Roberts’. There was silence for a few seconds, as I looked around. Then suddenly I felt her nails plunge into my arm pits once more ’OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ I cried. ’No use begging boy, I’m not going to give up until you admit to being a foot fetishist’ she said into my ear, as she tickled my armpits mercifully from behind me. ’OK HAHAHA OK HHAAHA I ADMIT IT HHAHAHAHA I ADMIT IT!!!’ I screamed hoping she would stop, she slowed down her tickling onslaught and began running her nails slowly up and down my hanging arms reducing me to giggles. ’Pppplease hehehehe I admit it hehehe’ I said. ’What do you admit??’ whispered Ms Roberts into my left ear. ’heehe I’m a foot fetishist hehehe, I like feeeet heheheahaha, I like your feet’ I explained still giggling. ’See that wasn’t so hard was it?’ she said lifting her fingers away from my body and moving back around to the front of me. I was panting by now. ’So you’re…going to let me go now…. yes??’ I asked. ’Oh I don’t think so’ she said picking up a small white feather. ’WHAT???’ I shouted. ’You heard me’ she said sternly walking over to the stocks. ’I haven’t even touched your feet yet’ she said smiling evilly as she knelt down at my feet. ’Oh god no, please haven’t you tortured me enough?? I told you I like your feet and I have a fetish, what more do you want???’ I said. ’Nothing’ she said bluntly. ’I just want to see you squirm and suffer some more’ and with that she began to run the white feather up and down the soles of my feet. My feet were the most ticklish part of my whole body but I still tried to hold in my laughter as the feather brushed over my size 10 feet. ’Come on now, you know what happened last time you tried to hold your laughter in.’ Ms Roberts explained now beginning to run the feather over each set of toes. ’Coooooochie cooooochie cooooooooo’ she teased, as she ran the feather in-between my extremely ticklish toes. ’mmmmppphhh…. mmmpphh…. mmmpphhh…..HAHAHAHAHAHA OH NO HAHAHAHAHAA’. ’That’s better, let it all out, laugh for me Mr Goodall, laugh for me HARD’ Ms Roberts said to me as she picked up a blue hairbrush and grabbed my right foot and began rubbing the brush up and down my right sole. ’What do you think of this, ticklish boy???’ she said laughing at me as I once again burst out with laughter. ’OOOHH NOOO PLEASE HAHAHAHAH NOT THE BRUSH HAHAHA THAT TICKLEESSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE’ I cried as she rubbed the many bristles over my toes and all around my feet at high speed. ’Let’s try the other foot’ she said excitedly grabbing my left foot now. ’No not the other foot, please…please…pleeeeasee….hahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHEHEHEAHAHEHAAAAAA’. By now I was franticly jolting my body as the impulses of ticklishness took over my whole body. My feet were being tortured and there was no escaping from it. I tried to move my feet away from Ms Robert’s ticklish tools but the stocks and the fact that my big toes had been tied back made that impossible. They were exposed to all of her torturous moves. ’Have you had enough yet Mr Goodall??’ Ms Roberts said releasing my left foot. ’…..please….no more….no more….please....I can’t stand it’ I gasped. ’Oh come on now, surely you can take some more, I haven’t even started yet’ she placed down her brush and put her hands in the air and began wiggling her fingers. ’You remember these little beauties don’t you?’ I stared at her long finger nails moving back and forth in the air and anticipated the worse. ’You remember them crawling all over your ticklish ribs and under your sensitive armpits don’t you? Well now they are going to meet your super ticklish feet’ she explained moving her fingers towards my bare helpless feet. She ran her right index finger down my right sole from toe to heel, slowly and torturously. I let out a short burst of laughter as Ms Roberts then took her left index finger and ran it down my left foot even slower this time forcing another burst of laughter from me. She looked at me evilly as she took both sets of fingers and began dragging them all up both soles of my feet. This instantly sent me into hysterics as her long sharp fingernails carefully tortured every area of my soft ticklish soles. ’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHA’ I cried as I jolted around within my restraints. I tried to shake my feet away from her nails but it was no use, Ms Roberts just grabbed each foot in turn, held it in place with one hand and began furiously wiggling her fingers all over it with the other. ’COOCHIE COOCHIE COOOOOOOOOOO’ she teased loudly, trying to make herself heard above my deafening laughter. ’AHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEASE HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE NNOOOO MOOOREE HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…nooooo not the other foooooooooot AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE’ I begged as Ms Roberts looked on in delight at my reaction to her tickle torture. ’You see this all could have been avoided if you had just shown me some more respect and not stared at my feet like that’ said Ms Roberts still continuing with her tickling onslaught towards my feet. ’HAHAHAH IM SORRY HEEHEHEEEE PLEASEE FORGIVE ME HHAHAHA IM SORRRRYYYYYEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHE’. ’I know you are my dear, but I just couldn’t resist tickling these lovely feet of yours, lets give those toes a good going over again’ she said sticking her long nails in-between my tender pink toes. ’How does that feel???’ she asked grinning at me. ’IT TICKLLLLESSS HAHAHAHA IT TITTIIICCCKLLEEEEEEESSS HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHAAHA THIS IS TORTUREEE HAHAHAHAHA’ I shouted. ’Oh yes pure torture, for you maybe, for me it’s ever so much fun’ said Ms Roberts pinching both of my big toes. ’Theeese little piggies went to market’ she sang wiggling my big toes back and forth. She then moved onto my second toes pinching them and wiggling while singing ’These little piggies stayed at home’. She continued through until my small toes ’and these little piggies weeeeeeent….’ She continued to pinch them and stayed silent for a few seconds leaving me in such suspense until she unleashed a sudden wiggling attack on my soles once more sending me insane. ’OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOODDDHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAAAAHEHEEHEEEHHAHAHEHEHAHAHEHH NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHHHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHE’. I was now in a full blown laughing fit, my chest was beginning to hurt from laughing so hard, and sweat was pouring out of me as my body jolted violently at every swift stroke of Ms Roberts nails against my feet. ’Are you getting tired?’ asked Ms Roberts patronisingly, as she let go off my feet and let me catch my breath. ’Yeeees…no more…im going to pass out…please I’ll do anything’ I begged as I felt my body begin to shut down from the amount of tickle torture it was receiving from this skilled tickler. ’ok ok I think you’ve nearly suffered enough now, there’s just one more thing I need to do before I let you go though’ she said shuffling forward closer towards my feet. ’wwwwhats that??’ I asked. Ms Roberts grinned at me and didn’t answer, but I soon found out as I watched her run her tongue up my left foot, it was such a weird sensation that ran through me as she then moved onto my right foot and did the same. Her tongue was wet and warm but it was an incredible tickle tool. It was already beginning to make lose control of myself again as I went into a fit of laughter. She began wiggling it around the balls of my feet whilst also nibbling of the sides of my feet with her teeth causing me to yelp with laughter much to her delight. ’Sooo you like the tongue do you Mr Goodall?’. ’Nooo hahahahahahahahhahhaheeeeeeeehaahahahhehehee it tickles reeeally badd ahahahah’ I said. ’Good’ she laughed as she dragged her tongue up to my toes and began pushing it between my toes and wiggling it around driving me wild. ’Those tootsies of yours really are ticklish aren’t they? She asked, as she watched me shake my body from side to side. ’Now for…the NAILS AGAIN’ She said, as she then took her nails on one final adventure across my soles once more. ’TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE’ she teased. ’HAHAHA NOOO YOU SAID HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA’ I screamed. That was the last thing I remember before finally passing out from exhaustion.
I woke up what seemed several hours later slumped outside of my car fully clothed and with my bag laying next to me. I felt so weak, had I passed out and dreamt it? No I couldn’t have. I remembered someone coming up behind me, was it Ms Roberts? Or was it someone else and I really did just imagine it? I picked myself up and got into my car, then I suddenly noticed something inside my jacket pocked. It was a note. I opened it up and read it. ’Dear Mr Goodall, I hope you learnt your lesson tonight, I trust you won’t tell anyone about this little incident involving you and myself, remember I can easily remove you from this job. In return I may reward you in the future, but only if you are a model employee. I may even let you worship my feet one day, but for now NO STARING. See you bright and early tomorrow. Signed Ms Samantha Roberts. I put the note away and started my car, as I drove away I thought to myself, I quite possibly have the best job and boss in the world now.
By Dave Goodall, 2008
A Ticklish Job
It was the first day of my new job, everything was going great, the work was easy, the money was great, what more could I ask for? Little did I know it would set the wheels in motion for an experience I’d never forget. I’d been introduced to my workmates and I was cracking on with my job until it came to meeting the new boss. Her name was Samantha Roberts and she was a medium height brunette in her early 40’s, she strolled into the main room wearing a small black dress, her hair tied in a tight bun, her perfect breasts bouncing along and a stern but sexy look in her green eyes through her glasses, the years had been good to her. But the main part of her body which instantly caught my attention was her feet. I had never seen such perfect feet on a woman before. Deliciously high arches, plump toes, blood red painted toe nails, overall they looked amazingly soft in her black high heels, I couldn’t stop staring. She walked over to my desk and sat down on the corner. ’So you’re the new boy are you?’ she asked. ’Why yes, I’m Dave’ I replied. ’Good well I hope you’ve settled in ok and ready to work, last thing I need right now is a young gun like you slacking off and causing me hassle’ she explained, by now I had already been distracted again by her feet floating in the air as she dangled them of the edge of the desk. ’Something distracting you Mr Goodall?’ Samantha asked me sternly making me jump and turn my eyesight to her face trying to disguise my staring at her feet. ’No nothing at all Samantha’ I explained, ’That’s Ms Roberts to you young man, you better start showing more respect around me, for that you can stay an extra hour tonight and finish off these reports’ she said pointing a finger at me and dropping down some piles of paper on my desk. ’Yes sorry Ms Roberts, I’ll crack on with them straight away’ I replied. ’Yes you do that, I’ll be watching you’ and with that she walked off back to her office my eyes fixated on her gorgeous feet once more until they disappeared out of view.
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The day went on and soon it was time to finish. I packed up my things and headed towards the exit. The whole building was now vastly empty due to me having to stay an hour more than everyone else. It was a dark night and there was a harsh chill in the air as I walked towards my car. I opened my bag to reach inside for my keys, when suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and placed a cloth over my mouth and nose. I struggled with them for a few minutes trying to muffle out some shouts for help, until I realised that there was chloroform on the cloth and I was slowly passing out from the fumes. I slumped to the ground, shut my eyes and passed out.
I woke up feeling drowsy, I felt cold still and bright light above me blurred my vision. As I started to come round more I realised that I had been stripped down to just my boxer shorts. I was sitting on a long cushioned seat; my hands were cuffed and raised above my head where they hung from a wooden frame and my ankles were locked in a pair of stocks right at the end of the cushioned seat. Further more my big toes had been toed together with string and pulled back to the stocks, making me almost immobile. I struggled to try and release myself, but it was no use, I was completely trapped. ’There’s no use trying to escape’ said a familiar voice. ’I see you’ve woken up then’ Ms Roberts walked into my view; she was wearing only her bra and panties and her hair was now loose and waving around. ’Ms Roberts??? What’s going on???’ I demanded franticly. ’This is just a little ritual I like to do to all my new employees, especially those who like to stare at my feet’ she said smiling. ’I don’t know what you mean’ I replied hesitantly. ’Oh don’t lie to me Mr Goodall, I can spot a foot fetishist a mile off, I saw you drooling over my feet earlier at the office’ she said angrily. ’I honestly don’t know what you mean, I was er…just…thinking about er…how great my new job was, I often drift off when I’m concentrating hard’ I said to her trying to make out that I hadn’t noticed her stunning feet earlier in the day. ’Pathetic excuse’ she snarled. Ms Roberts walked behind me then reappeared with a long peacock feather. ’What’s that for???’ I asked hesitantly. ’Oh this?? This is how I’m going to make you admit to having a thing for my feet’ Ms Roberts said bluntly, waving the feather in the air. ’Why? You’re not ticklish are you??’ she asked. I didn’t say anything; my eyes were now fixed on the feather. ’So you’re the strong silent type are you? Well that’s just fine with me my dear, I like a good challenge’ she explained as she lowered the feather and began to lightly drag it over my stomach and ribs. The light touches of the feather started to drive me wild, but I tried to remain strong show no reaction. Ms Roberts skilfully brushed the feather around my armpits and neck, making sure to stimulate every sensitive area of my upper body, it was all beginning to get too much for me and I was about to let out a burst of laughter, when she suddenly stopped. ’I think I might have to use something a little bit more drastic’ she said dropping the feather and sat on top of my outstretched legs facing me. ’What do you want from me??’ I asked. ’I want you to admit you like my sexy feet’ she said patronisingly. She began wiggling her long finger nails towards my bare arm pits. I took a deep breathe and shut my eyes, but it was no use. Ms Roberts plunged her fingers into the delicate skin of my armpits and began wiggling away. I burst out with laughter instantly. ’HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAA’ I cried. ’Yeeeess, that’s what I like to hear’ Ms Roberts said grinning as she continued to use her long nails to full effect on my ticklish pits. ’PLEEEASE HAHAHAHA I’M SO TTTTICKLIIISH HAHAHAHA’. ’I know you are, but I haven’t heard you admit anything to me yet, so I’ll continue’ she laughed, as she moved down to my sides and began dragging her nails along my sides ’HAHAHAHA NOOOOOOO PLEASEE HAHAHAH STOOOPPP HAHAHAHA’ I begged. ’Not until you tell me what I want to hear’ she said now concentrating on the area around my belly button. ’Tickle Tickle Tickle’ she teased, as she watched on in delight as I squirmed to try and avoid her torturous fingers. She stopped briefly and stood up off my legs and walked around the back of me. I caught my breath and said ’Please…no more…I beg you….please Ms Roberts’. There was silence for a few seconds, as I looked around. Then suddenly I felt her nails plunge into my arm pits once more ’OH GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA’ I cried. ’No use begging boy, I’m not going to give up until you admit to being a foot fetishist’ she said into my ear, as she tickled my armpits mercifully from behind me. ’OK HAHAHA OK HHAAHA I ADMIT IT HHAHAHAHA I ADMIT IT!!!’ I screamed hoping she would stop, she slowed down her tickling onslaught and began running her nails slowly up and down my hanging arms reducing me to giggles. ’Pppplease hehehehe I admit it hehehe’ I said. ’What do you admit??’ whispered Ms Roberts into my left ear. ’heehe I’m a foot fetishist hehehe, I like feeeet heheheahaha, I like your feet’ I explained still giggling. ’See that wasn’t so hard was it?’ she said lifting her fingers away from my body and moving back around to the front of me. I was panting by now. ’So you’re…going to let me go now…. yes??’ I asked. ’Oh I don’t think so’ she said picking up a small white feather. ’WHAT???’ I shouted. ’You heard me’ she said sternly walking over to the stocks. ’I haven’t even touched your feet yet’ she said smiling evilly as she knelt down at my feet. ’Oh god no, please haven’t you tortured me enough?? I told you I like your feet and I have a fetish, what more do you want???’ I said. ’Nothing’ she said bluntly. ’I just want to see you squirm and suffer some more’ and with that she began to run the white feather up and down the soles of my feet. My feet were the most ticklish part of my whole body but I still tried to hold in my laughter as the feather brushed over my size 10 feet. ’Come on now, you know what happened last time you tried to hold your laughter in.’ Ms Roberts explained now beginning to run the feather over each set of toes. ’Coooooochie cooooochie cooooooooo’ she teased, as she ran the feather in-between my extremely ticklish toes. ’mmmmppphhh…. mmmpphh…. mmmpphhh…..HAHAHAHAHAHA OH NO HAHAHAHAHAA’. ’That’s better, let it all out, laugh for me Mr Goodall, laugh for me HARD’ Ms Roberts said to me as she picked up a blue hairbrush and grabbed my right foot and began rubbing the brush up and down my right sole. ’What do you think of this, ticklish boy???’ she said laughing at me as I once again burst out with laughter. ’OOOHH NOOO PLEASE HAHAHAHAH NOT THE BRUSH HAHAHA THAT TICKLEESSSS HAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEE’ I cried as she rubbed the many bristles over my toes and all around my feet at high speed. ’Let’s try the other foot’ she said excitedly grabbing my left foot now. ’No not the other foot, please…please…pleeeeasee….hahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHAHEHEHEAHAHEHAAAAAA’. By now I was franticly jolting my body as the impulses of ticklishness took over my whole body. My feet were being tortured and there was no escaping from it. I tried to move my feet away from Ms Robert’s ticklish tools but the stocks and the fact that my big toes had been tied back made that impossible. They were exposed to all of her torturous moves. ’Have you had enough yet Mr Goodall??’ Ms Roberts said releasing my left foot. ’…..please….no more….no more….please....I can’t stand it’ I gasped. ’Oh come on now, surely you can take some more, I haven’t even started yet’ she placed down her brush and put her hands in the air and began wiggling her fingers. ’You remember these little beauties don’t you?’ I stared at her long finger nails moving back and forth in the air and anticipated the worse. ’You remember them crawling all over your ticklish ribs and under your sensitive armpits don’t you? Well now they are going to meet your super ticklish feet’ she explained moving her fingers towards my bare helpless feet. She ran her right index finger down my right sole from toe to heel, slowly and torturously. I let out a short burst of laughter as Ms Roberts then took her left index finger and ran it down my left foot even slower this time forcing another burst of laughter from me. She looked at me evilly as she took both sets of fingers and began dragging them all up both soles of my feet. This instantly sent me into hysterics as her long sharp fingernails carefully tortured every area of my soft ticklish soles. ’AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHA’ I cried as I jolted around within my restraints. I tried to shake my feet away from her nails but it was no use, Ms Roberts just grabbed each foot in turn, held it in place with one hand and began furiously wiggling her fingers all over it with the other. ’COOCHIE COOCHIE COOOOOOOOOOO’ she teased loudly, trying to make herself heard above my deafening laughter. ’AHAHAHAHAHA PLEEEEEASE HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHE NNOOOO MOOOREE HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…nooooo not the other foooooooooot AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA EHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEE’ I begged as Ms Roberts looked on in delight at my reaction to her tickle torture. ’You see this all could have been avoided if you had just shown me some more respect and not stared at my feet like that’ said Ms Roberts still continuing with her tickling onslaught towards my feet. ’HAHAHAH IM SORRY HEEHEHEEEE PLEASEE FORGIVE ME HHAHAHA IM SORRRRYYYYYEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHE’. ’I know you are my dear, but I just couldn’t resist tickling these lovely feet of yours, lets give those toes a good going over again’ she said sticking her long nails in-between my tender pink toes. ’How does that feel???’ she asked grinning at me. ’IT TICKLLLLESSS HAHAHAHA IT TITTIIICCCKLLEEEEEEESSS HEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHAHAHAHAHAAHA THIS IS TORTUREEE HAHAHAHAHA’ I shouted. ’Oh yes pure torture, for you maybe, for me it’s ever so much fun’ said Ms Roberts pinching both of my big toes. ’Theeese little piggies went to market’ she sang wiggling my big toes back and forth. She then moved onto my second toes pinching them and wiggling while singing ’These little piggies stayed at home’. She continued through until my small toes ’and these little piggies weeeeeeent….’ She continued to pinch them and stayed silent for a few seconds leaving me in such suspense until she unleashed a sudden wiggling attack on my soles once more sending me insane. ’OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOODDDHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHAAAAHEHEEHEEEHHAHAHEHEHAHAHEHH NOOOOOOOOO HAHAHHHAHAHEHAHAHAHAHAHE’. I was now in a full blown laughing fit, my chest was beginning to hurt from laughing so hard, and sweat was pouring out of me as my body jolted violently at every swift stroke of Ms Roberts nails against my feet. ’Are you getting tired?’ asked Ms Roberts patronisingly, as she let go off my feet and let me catch my breath. ’Yeeees…no more…im going to pass out…please I’ll do anything’ I begged as I felt my body begin to shut down from the amount of tickle torture it was receiving from this skilled tickler. ’ok ok I think you’ve nearly suffered enough now, there’s just one more thing I need to do before I let you go though’ she said shuffling forward closer towards my feet. ’wwwwhats that??’ I asked. Ms Roberts grinned at me and didn’t answer, but I soon found out as I watched her run her tongue up my left foot, it was such a weird sensation that ran through me as she then moved onto my right foot and did the same. Her tongue was wet and warm but it was an incredible tickle tool. It was already beginning to make lose control of myself again as I went into a fit of laughter. She began wiggling it around the balls of my feet whilst also nibbling of the sides of my feet with her teeth causing me to yelp with laughter much to her delight. ’Sooo you like the tongue do you Mr Goodall?’. ’Nooo hahahahahahahahhahhaheeeeeeeehaahahahhehehee it tickles reeeally badd ahahahah’ I said. ’Good’ she laughed as she dragged her tongue up to my toes and began pushing it between my toes and wiggling it around driving me wild. ’Those tootsies of yours really are ticklish aren’t they? She asked, as she watched me shake my body from side to side. ’Now for…the NAILS AGAIN’ She said, as she then took her nails on one final adventure across my soles once more. ’TICKLE TICKLE TICKLE’ she teased. ’HAHAHA NOOO YOU SAID HAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA’ I screamed. That was the last thing I remember before finally passing out from exhaustion.
I woke up what seemed several hours later slumped outside of my car fully clothed and with my bag laying next to me. I felt so weak, had I passed out and dreamt it? No I couldn’t have. I remembered someone coming up behind me, was it Ms Roberts? Or was it someone else and I really did just imagine it? I picked myself up and got into my car, then I suddenly noticed something inside my jacket pocked. It was a note. I opened it up and read it. ’Dear Mr Goodall, I hope you learnt your lesson tonight, I trust you won’t tell anyone about this little incident involving you and myself, remember I can easily remove you from this job. In return I may reward you in the future, but only if you are a model employee. I may even let you worship my feet one day, but for now NO STARING. See you bright and early tomorrow. Signed Ms Samantha Roberts. I put the note away and started my car, as I drove away I thought to myself, I quite possibly have the best job and boss in the world now.
By Dave Goodall, 2008
