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M/F feet tickling, blanket bondage
I wake up at 7am as my Dad knocks on my bedroom door and tells me he will be back later on in the evening. We say our goodbyes and I tell him to let me know when he's on his way back as I'll start to prepare food for him, myself and Julie, my Step Mom and he nods. I hear him get in his car and drive off, leaving me home alone. I get up, shower and prepare myself for the day ahead, already knowing in my mind what ticklish torment I planned to put my Step Mom through.
Eating breakfast, I message Julie and tell her that I'll be picking her up at noon, to take her to the store, so she can help pick out ingredients for our meal later. She replies that it wouldn't take that long and I remind her that she has her tickles to fit in also. Fine! She replies, as I finish off eating.
Having seen how Julie flops about and flails her arms when tickled, I knew I had to do something about it. I didn't want her injured or breaking anything and I also knew it made it more intense on her when she couldn't thrash or try squirm away. So my plan was to have her lay on my blanket on my bed, roll her up in it, with only her feet sticking out. I'd secure it in place with belts and bath robe cords, that way she wouldn't be able to free herself. I'd then have her face down on the bed and sit on her ankles again, pinning them to the bed, leaving her feet vulnerable.
I get to work, removing the blanket from my bed and laying down multiple belts and cords, then placing the blanket back on top, ready for my Step Mom to be secured. Satisfied with my plan, I watch some TV until its time to pick her up.
I message her that I'm on my way and set off to meet her. It was a short drive to her house and once picked up, I headed over to the store. It was one of those huge ones, where they have everything. We arrive and Julie informs me that she has a list of her own and heads off to grab her items as I look at the food section to see what they had.
Julie returns with a hairbrush in one hand and some lotion in the other. Telling me that her old brush broke this morning and that she also run out of lotion that she uses to keep her skin soft. A light bulb moment pinged in my head, as I remember her feet were more sensitive yesterday when wet, so maybe this lotion would help. It wouldn't hurt I thought and it's not like she could do anything about it soon enough.
We check out what food the store has and decide on ingredients to make a meal we will all enjoy. Happy with our selections, we pay and I drive us back to my house. As I put the ingredients away, Julie asks me if she's earned my trust yet and I tell her no. She looks disheartened, but I tell her that it won't be easy and that she is making progress. At least it's progress she mumbled, looking at the floor. Today my Step Mom was wearing a white dress and white heels, I tell myself that she won't have them on for much longer as she will soon be secured in the blanket on my bed.
I tell her that today's tickling will be different as I don't want her causing damage to herself or the furniture and she looks up at me, curious as to what will happen. I lead her to my room and she looks confused. I tell her to lay down and she does, with me positioning her in place. Her ankles and white heels hanging off the end of the bed and her head just above the blanket top. I begin to roll her up and she doesn't say anything to protest. Surprisingly, as I expected her to complain. Once the blanket is snuggly wrapped around her, head and feet exposed at the ends, laying face down on my bed, I secure her in with the belts and step back to admire work.
Julie tells me she can't even wriggle and I tell her that it was all part of the plan. I'm in trouble aren't I, she says as she realised the situation she was in. Only if your feet are ticklish, I tell her. Your feet aren't ticklish are they Step Mom? to which she says nothing. The silent treatment eh? We shall see how long that lasts I say, as I straddle her ankles, pinning them to the bed.
Looking at her bare ankles, her feet covered in her white heels, Julie wriggles them up and down. Now I don't know if she was trying to tease me or that she was just nervous and knowing what was coming next, was moving the only part of her body she could do at this point. Either way, I was about to enjoy making my Step Mom hysterical after I took them off.
Letting the anticipation build, knowing I had hours to tickle her, I sit there doing nothing as she continues to wriggle her heel covered feet. Something wrong, she asks. I tell her no and that she will have her tickles soon enough. She tells me that she doesn't have to have them, she's had more than enough the past few days already. I reassure her that she needs lots more, especially on her bare feet, as I grip a heel in my hand and pop it off the heel of her foot. Her other heeled foot wriggles more as the one i have in my grip, can't move.
As I slip the heel off completely, my Step Moms upturned smooth bare sensitive sole is exposed. She clenches her toes down, revealing she's had a pedicure change and shows off the tips of her now white painted toe nails. Her smooth sole, now filled with wrinkles, until she unclenches her toes and her sole smoothens out. I tease Julie by asking if she changed her toenails just for her tickle time with me and she tells me that she has weekly pedicures. Teasing her more, I tell her that I'm glad she knows to keep her feet in top condition and more sensitive, ready to be tickled.
She started to say something, but is soon cut off when I scribble my nails down her bare vulnerable sole. She let's out a burst of high pitched hysterical laughter, still just as ticklish as ever. Even though I could feel her trying to move beneath me, she wasn't going anywhere while wrapped up in my blanket and belt combo. Her feet both wriggle more, as my fingers keep in connection with her sole, scribbling my nails all down them, despite her desperate effort to stop me. Laughing hysterically throughout her sole getting my attention.
Julie, it's only been a few seconds and you're already hysterical I tease her. Can you not control yourself, I ask. She can't even form a word already and we'd only just begun. She was in so much trouble, yet it felt great to put her through it. Our little ritual was growing on me and I was enjoying making my Step Mom laugh so much. She needed to be put in her place after what she had done and I fully intended to do so. No harm in enjoying it along the way.
My room filled even more with her laughter, getting louder as my nails scribbled faster over the sensitive sole of her bare foot. Gripping it in one hand, holding the top of her foot up, I methodically stroke a single finger up and down her soft smooth sole. Her sensitivity definitely increased while she was restrained, as her laughter got more high pitched and her other foot was wriggling more energetically.
Just up and down, up and down, repeating the movement. Not speeding up or changing area, just following the same course on the bottom of her bare foot. Stroking continuously like this for the next 5 minutes, before changing the stroking with a single finger, to gentle scratching with a single nail. Feeling the resistance of her foot in my hand, I wasn't going to let her free her foot from my grasp or nail. Julie's hysteria continued to get worse with each scratch of my nail to her dainty extremely ticklish sole.
With all the tickling to her exposed foot, the other still covered in its white heel, protected for now, thrashes. Wriggling about the more I tickled the other foot and awaiting for me to remove its protection and give it the attention it deserves. It certainly couldn't be left out of all the ticklish fun.
So the only thing left to do was grip her other ankle and grab her remaining shoe by the heel and pull it off slowly. Each second passing, her bare foot being freed from its protection and all naked and exposed. Once her shoe was fully off, this foot also scrunched up, as if anticipating what was about to happen next to it. White toe nails on show and sole all wrinkled. By this point, her hysterical laughter had began to calm down to giggles as she caught her breath in the break. Although I knew I'd soon change that and have her hysterical again soon enough. Each wrinkle on her soft tender sole was begging for each one to be traced and that's what I did. Caressing her wrinkles with my fingers, stroking over them. Working my way down, teasing each one on the way.
Well my "Step Mom" couldn't help herself but burst back into hysterical laughter as I paid her other foot all the attention it was missing out on. She was shaking and squirming in her bondage, yet was unable to free herself or stop me from tickling her. With her sole and toes still scrunched up, she wriggled her foot like crazy, the only real movement she had, in order to try escape her wrinkles being stroked. This wasn't acceptable I tell her, as I release the grip on her ankle and cup her foot in my hand, lifting it up and holding it in place. Her other foot thrashed about, even though it wasn't being tickled. I guess some movement offered her some sort of relief.
With her bare foot in my hand and foot curved, soles wrinkled and toes clamped down, it was time to start stroking her sole. Feeling the bumps of the wrinkles as my fingers slide from under her toes, to her heel. Her laughter increasing and feeling her attempt to thrash below me. More and more stroking, just up and down, methodically like with her other foot. Before suddenly raking my nails down her soles. Causing her thrashing to increase below me, but achieving nothing wrapped up tight in my blanket and her hysteria getting more high pitched.
Some small part of me felt she was beginning to enjoy her punishment, our little ritual. Keeping her feet in good shape, the way they responded to my touch, her hysterical laughter. Either way, she still deserved it all and I had no intentions of letting her off easy any time soon. Releasing my grip on her foot, I jump straight to tickling both soles at once with my nails and her soles and toes would splay open and clench shut. Undecided on which helped her more. Truth be told neither did, but it was mesmerising seeing how her feet reacted.
I kept my assault on both her feet for a good 10 minutes until I could feel her give up squirming beneath me. Her squeals and hysterical laughter slowly died down as I stopped tickling. I got up and grabbed her lotion and hair brush from her bag. Julie totally unsuspecting what I had planned. Applying a generous amount of lotion to her feet, Julie wasn't sure what was happening as it touched her sensitive skin. Still calming down from her hysteria, she couldn't form words yet as I began to massage the lotion deeply into her upturned soles. Her feet relaxed and were lapping up this new attention. Especially appreciated after the torment they'd been though. Julie's laughter switched into soft moans as she melted into the massage and began to relax.
Obviously she couldn't be allowed to enjoy this for too long, so I straddled her ankles again and applied the hair brush to her defenceless soles. Had she not been wrapped in the blanket and me sat on her, I feel she would have jumped up into the air when the bristles of the brush, scrubbed her lotioned up soles. A loud squeak, squeals and high pitched laughter filled the room. With each brush of her soles, the louder her hysterical laughter got. Her body after its initial attempt of jumping in the air, was exhausted and she just lay there still as the inevitable torture continued. Unable to even scrunch her feet up any more, the loud noises my "Step Mom" made, were a mixture of laughter and untangeable garbled mess. This really was tickle torture for her and the worse she had been tickled at any point in her life time.
Which I had no issue with as she deserved every bit of it. It was a good idea to use the blanket and would have to use it again, along with the lotion and hair brush I thoght. This combination took her to ticklish extremes like never before. She couldn't move or escape and that made it much easier to keep tickling her. Which was how it should be.
Feeling like she had been tickled enough, I put down the hair brush and check my phone. It had been a good hour and Julie had suffered plenty today. Even though I'd stopped, she still was in a hysterical state. I massaged in the rest of the lotion to her feet as she lay there still, over time slowly calming down, until soft moans were coming out of her mouth. After a few more minutes and the lotion fully absorbed into her feet, I stop and release her from her wrapped up predicament. Rolling her over on her back, she just lay there smiling. I ask her what she's smiling about and she says it's nothing and just left over from laughing too much. So I tell her that she shall have to get used to it as I intended to repeat that situation more often. I could have sworn her smile got bigger for a moment, but quickly changed back to her normal relaxed face. Telling me that if that's what I insist,then that's what will have to be. Happy that she knew her place and accepted her punishment, I leave her to rest on my bed as I go prepare the food for the evening.
Julie laid there until she recovered and had the energy to move around again and came to help me in the kitchen. I tell her to rest up as she was worn out and she went to lay on the couch, feet up and dangling off the end. Occasionally I'd look in to see how she was and she would just wriggle her toes at me. As if trying to tempt me to tickle them or maybe it was her feet trembling, anticipating more tickle torture. But they had been tickled enough for one day that was for sure. Plus, tomorrow is always a good day to tickle her more, that I was certain of.
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 1 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-1-1100615826
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 2 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-2-1102069691
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 3 - https://www.deviantart.com/storiesandlaughter/art/My-Ticklish-Step-Mom-Day-3-1104612175
My Ticklish Step Mom Day 4 -
I wake up at 7am as my Dad knocks on my bedroom door and tells me he will be back later on in the evening. We say our goodbyes and I tell him to let me know when he's on his way back as I'll start to prepare food for him, myself and Julie, my Step Mom and he nods. I hear him get in his car and drive off, leaving me home alone. I get up, shower and prepare myself for the day ahead, already knowing in my mind what ticklish torment I planned to put my Step Mom through.
Eating breakfast, I message Julie and tell her that I'll be picking her up at noon, to take her to the store, so she can help pick out ingredients for our meal later. She replies that it wouldn't take that long and I remind her that she has her tickles to fit in also. Fine! She replies, as I finish off eating.
Having seen how Julie flops about and flails her arms when tickled, I knew I had to do something about it. I didn't want her injured or breaking anything and I also knew it made it more intense on her when she couldn't thrash or try squirm away. So my plan was to have her lay on my blanket on my bed, roll her up in it, with only her feet sticking out. I'd secure it in place with belts and bath robe cords, that way she wouldn't be able to free herself. I'd then have her face down on the bed and sit on her ankles again, pinning them to the bed, leaving her feet vulnerable.
I get to work, removing the blanket from my bed and laying down multiple belts and cords, then placing the blanket back on top, ready for my Step Mom to be secured. Satisfied with my plan, I watch some TV until its time to pick her up.
I message her that I'm on my way and set off to meet her. It was a short drive to her house and once picked up, I headed over to the store. It was one of those huge ones, where they have everything. We arrive and Julie informs me that she has a list of her own and heads off to grab her items as I look at the food section to see what they had.
Julie returns with a hairbrush in one hand and some lotion in the other. Telling me that her old brush broke this morning and that she also run out of lotion that she uses to keep her skin soft. A light bulb moment pinged in my head, as I remember her feet were more sensitive yesterday when wet, so maybe this lotion would help. It wouldn't hurt I thought and it's not like she could do anything about it soon enough.
We check out what food the store has and decide on ingredients to make a meal we will all enjoy. Happy with our selections, we pay and I drive us back to my house. As I put the ingredients away, Julie asks me if she's earned my trust yet and I tell her no. She looks disheartened, but I tell her that it won't be easy and that she is making progress. At least it's progress she mumbled, looking at the floor. Today my Step Mom was wearing a white dress and white heels, I tell myself that she won't have them on for much longer as she will soon be secured in the blanket on my bed.
I tell her that today's tickling will be different as I don't want her causing damage to herself or the furniture and she looks up at me, curious as to what will happen. I lead her to my room and she looks confused. I tell her to lay down and she does, with me positioning her in place. Her ankles and white heels hanging off the end of the bed and her head just above the blanket top. I begin to roll her up and she doesn't say anything to protest. Surprisingly, as I expected her to complain. Once the blanket is snuggly wrapped around her, head and feet exposed at the ends, laying face down on my bed, I secure her in with the belts and step back to admire work.
Julie tells me she can't even wriggle and I tell her that it was all part of the plan. I'm in trouble aren't I, she says as she realised the situation she was in. Only if your feet are ticklish, I tell her. Your feet aren't ticklish are they Step Mom? to which she says nothing. The silent treatment eh? We shall see how long that lasts I say, as I straddle her ankles, pinning them to the bed.
Looking at her bare ankles, her feet covered in her white heels, Julie wriggles them up and down. Now I don't know if she was trying to tease me or that she was just nervous and knowing what was coming next, was moving the only part of her body she could do at this point. Either way, I was about to enjoy making my Step Mom hysterical after I took them off.
Letting the anticipation build, knowing I had hours to tickle her, I sit there doing nothing as she continues to wriggle her heel covered feet. Something wrong, she asks. I tell her no and that she will have her tickles soon enough. She tells me that she doesn't have to have them, she's had more than enough the past few days already. I reassure her that she needs lots more, especially on her bare feet, as I grip a heel in my hand and pop it off the heel of her foot. Her other heeled foot wriggles more as the one i have in my grip, can't move.
As I slip the heel off completely, my Step Moms upturned smooth bare sensitive sole is exposed. She clenches her toes down, revealing she's had a pedicure change and shows off the tips of her now white painted toe nails. Her smooth sole, now filled with wrinkles, until she unclenches her toes and her sole smoothens out. I tease Julie by asking if she changed her toenails just for her tickle time with me and she tells me that she has weekly pedicures. Teasing her more, I tell her that I'm glad she knows to keep her feet in top condition and more sensitive, ready to be tickled.
She started to say something, but is soon cut off when I scribble my nails down her bare vulnerable sole. She let's out a burst of high pitched hysterical laughter, still just as ticklish as ever. Even though I could feel her trying to move beneath me, she wasn't going anywhere while wrapped up in my blanket and belt combo. Her feet both wriggle more, as my fingers keep in connection with her sole, scribbling my nails all down them, despite her desperate effort to stop me. Laughing hysterically throughout her sole getting my attention.
Julie, it's only been a few seconds and you're already hysterical I tease her. Can you not control yourself, I ask. She can't even form a word already and we'd only just begun. She was in so much trouble, yet it felt great to put her through it. Our little ritual was growing on me and I was enjoying making my Step Mom laugh so much. She needed to be put in her place after what she had done and I fully intended to do so. No harm in enjoying it along the way.
My room filled even more with her laughter, getting louder as my nails scribbled faster over the sensitive sole of her bare foot. Gripping it in one hand, holding the top of her foot up, I methodically stroke a single finger up and down her soft smooth sole. Her sensitivity definitely increased while she was restrained, as her laughter got more high pitched and her other foot was wriggling more energetically.
Just up and down, up and down, repeating the movement. Not speeding up or changing area, just following the same course on the bottom of her bare foot. Stroking continuously like this for the next 5 minutes, before changing the stroking with a single finger, to gentle scratching with a single nail. Feeling the resistance of her foot in my hand, I wasn't going to let her free her foot from my grasp or nail. Julie's hysteria continued to get worse with each scratch of my nail to her dainty extremely ticklish sole.
With all the tickling to her exposed foot, the other still covered in its white heel, protected for now, thrashes. Wriggling about the more I tickled the other foot and awaiting for me to remove its protection and give it the attention it deserves. It certainly couldn't be left out of all the ticklish fun.
So the only thing left to do was grip her other ankle and grab her remaining shoe by the heel and pull it off slowly. Each second passing, her bare foot being freed from its protection and all naked and exposed. Once her shoe was fully off, this foot also scrunched up, as if anticipating what was about to happen next to it. White toe nails on show and sole all wrinkled. By this point, her hysterical laughter had began to calm down to giggles as she caught her breath in the break. Although I knew I'd soon change that and have her hysterical again soon enough. Each wrinkle on her soft tender sole was begging for each one to be traced and that's what I did. Caressing her wrinkles with my fingers, stroking over them. Working my way down, teasing each one on the way.
Well my "Step Mom" couldn't help herself but burst back into hysterical laughter as I paid her other foot all the attention it was missing out on. She was shaking and squirming in her bondage, yet was unable to free herself or stop me from tickling her. With her sole and toes still scrunched up, she wriggled her foot like crazy, the only real movement she had, in order to try escape her wrinkles being stroked. This wasn't acceptable I tell her, as I release the grip on her ankle and cup her foot in my hand, lifting it up and holding it in place. Her other foot thrashed about, even though it wasn't being tickled. I guess some movement offered her some sort of relief.
With her bare foot in my hand and foot curved, soles wrinkled and toes clamped down, it was time to start stroking her sole. Feeling the bumps of the wrinkles as my fingers slide from under her toes, to her heel. Her laughter increasing and feeling her attempt to thrash below me. More and more stroking, just up and down, methodically like with her other foot. Before suddenly raking my nails down her soles. Causing her thrashing to increase below me, but achieving nothing wrapped up tight in my blanket and her hysteria getting more high pitched.
Some small part of me felt she was beginning to enjoy her punishment, our little ritual. Keeping her feet in good shape, the way they responded to my touch, her hysterical laughter. Either way, she still deserved it all and I had no intentions of letting her off easy any time soon. Releasing my grip on her foot, I jump straight to tickling both soles at once with my nails and her soles and toes would splay open and clench shut. Undecided on which helped her more. Truth be told neither did, but it was mesmerising seeing how her feet reacted.
I kept my assault on both her feet for a good 10 minutes until I could feel her give up squirming beneath me. Her squeals and hysterical laughter slowly died down as I stopped tickling. I got up and grabbed her lotion and hair brush from her bag. Julie totally unsuspecting what I had planned. Applying a generous amount of lotion to her feet, Julie wasn't sure what was happening as it touched her sensitive skin. Still calming down from her hysteria, she couldn't form words yet as I began to massage the lotion deeply into her upturned soles. Her feet relaxed and were lapping up this new attention. Especially appreciated after the torment they'd been though. Julie's laughter switched into soft moans as she melted into the massage and began to relax.
Obviously she couldn't be allowed to enjoy this for too long, so I straddled her ankles again and applied the hair brush to her defenceless soles. Had she not been wrapped in the blanket and me sat on her, I feel she would have jumped up into the air when the bristles of the brush, scrubbed her lotioned up soles. A loud squeak, squeals and high pitched laughter filled the room. With each brush of her soles, the louder her hysterical laughter got. Her body after its initial attempt of jumping in the air, was exhausted and she just lay there still as the inevitable torture continued. Unable to even scrunch her feet up any more, the loud noises my "Step Mom" made, were a mixture of laughter and untangeable garbled mess. This really was tickle torture for her and the worse she had been tickled at any point in her life time.
Which I had no issue with as she deserved every bit of it. It was a good idea to use the blanket and would have to use it again, along with the lotion and hair brush I thoght. This combination took her to ticklish extremes like never before. She couldn't move or escape and that made it much easier to keep tickling her. Which was how it should be.
Feeling like she had been tickled enough, I put down the hair brush and check my phone. It had been a good hour and Julie had suffered plenty today. Even though I'd stopped, she still was in a hysterical state. I massaged in the rest of the lotion to her feet as she lay there still, over time slowly calming down, until soft moans were coming out of her mouth. After a few more minutes and the lotion fully absorbed into her feet, I stop and release her from her wrapped up predicament. Rolling her over on her back, she just lay there smiling. I ask her what she's smiling about and she says it's nothing and just left over from laughing too much. So I tell her that she shall have to get used to it as I intended to repeat that situation more often. I could have sworn her smile got bigger for a moment, but quickly changed back to her normal relaxed face. Telling me that if that's what I insist,then that's what will have to be. Happy that she knew her place and accepted her punishment, I leave her to rest on my bed as I go prepare the food for the evening.
Julie laid there until she recovered and had the energy to move around again and came to help me in the kitchen. I tell her to rest up as she was worn out and she went to lay on the couch, feet up and dangling off the end. Occasionally I'd look in to see how she was and she would just wriggle her toes at me. As if trying to tempt me to tickle them or maybe it was her feet trembling, anticipating more tickle torture. But they had been tickled enough for one day that was for sure. Plus, tomorrow is always a good day to tickle her more, that I was certain of.
