Friday night, 8/14/2020:
True story part Three from NO, NOT MY SOCKS
Rachel is a beautiful 26 year old girl I've known for a while now. This past Friday she had her third bondage tickle session.
Rachel decided to come over and check out the brand-new Chick-Fil-A restaurant and wanted to go test out the drive through. After spending two tickle sessions in my guest bedroom, she hinted via text what she would be in for later. She came in the afternoon, standing in my entryway keeping her shoes on. She’s patiently waiting for me, smiling in her black sweatshirt, dark blue denim jeans and clowdfoam running shoes. We made it to the drive through in my car, where she casually slipped that she should not eat too much if there were any plans to tickle her later.
We make it back to the house, and she sits on the familiar bench by my front door and deftly unties her shoe laces. Rachel parks her shoes under the bench before we both wash our hands. I see her pink under armor socks dance their way over to the sink before she tosses the food wrappers away. We sit and talk for a half hour about working online before she gets antsy and accepts her fate of the awaiting 4 leather cuffs standing by.
The ankle cuffs are heavily secured to the corners at the foot of the bed and the wrist cuffs are anchored at the sides of the bed in the middle. Rachel looks at the bed, and looks back at me. “What are you wearing?,” I ask her. She rolls her eyes as she knows I’m looking at her sweatshirt. Lifting it over her head, I quickly attack her sides with light poking tickles. She squeaks in surprise, but does not laugh or squirm away. She reveals a very cute pink panther T-shirt that is mostly white with pink sleeves and has the panther off to one side. I already knew her upper body was not ticklish but it was worth a try again. We both know her feet are her worst spot.
“And those?” I ask, looking at her feet. Rachel turns bright red, trying to see if she could get away with wearing those pink under armor socks for this session. Her socks matched her top! I can tell she didn’t want them off, clinging to hope the pink fabric will provide inoculation from the impending fingernail and feather assault she knows is about to happen on her soles and toes. Rachel stands there a good fifteen seconds as we both stare at her adorable pink socks. “They match my shirt!” she says confidently. I know she is trying to prolong her eventual fate. “You know they’re coming off” I sass at her in a playful tone. Rachel’s eyes get big, knowing she can’t avoid having her feet be bare. Besides, she is way too ticklish to keep her feet covered. Rachel bashfully slides her right foot under her left heel and steps on her sock as she pulls her foot out. Next, her left foot slides under her bare right one and she steps on that sock, pulling her foot out.
Her exposed (and newly painted) calypso coral polished toes cling for dear life to the carpet fibers as she now stands timidly barefoot next to her socks. I can see her feet are so soft and a nice tan from her time at the pool. Obviously not thrilled her socks are off, Rachel looks at the cuffs on the bed and takes a deep breath as she climbs on the bed and settles in. She accepts her fate and hands me her right foot hesitantly as I reach for the thick leather cuff and buckle her ankle in. Her blue denim jeans go all the way down to the leather ankle cuff, keeping her beautiful tan legs hidden. Another deep breath comes as she gives no resistance while I strap in her left ankle. Both ankle cuffs are heavily anchored to the bed frame and Rachel knows she has no chance to break free… or hide.
Mixing it up a bit, I forgo her wrist restraints and surprise her with light nails swirling on her left foot. Rachel screams, not expecting my touch. She immediately grabs a pillow and throws it at me forcefully. I keep caressing her foot as she throws a second pillow at me, starting to laugh as she can’t help it. Out of pillows, Rachel bolts up, reaching feverishly for her foot I am lightly tickling. Rachel does go to the gym a lot, and she is very flexible. She is able to reach and cover her sensitive bare toes and silky arch from my hands as she glares at me angrily. Bending all the way forward, she is able to protect her foot and even swat my hand away as she screams “NO” and “**** YOU” at me. I’ve only been on ONE foot for maybe fifty seconds! She obviously needs to be locked in more restraints so she is unable to defend herself.
I go behind me and gather the pillows she tossed at me and put them back on the bed to make her comfortable. I take her right hand and guide it into the wrist cuff anchored to the middle side of the bed. Rachel gives no resistance, but she makes a little whining noise knowing her arms are going to be strapped in. Both arms are secured soon enough, stretching her hands out by her sides. Her upper body isn’t ticklish anyway, not needing to be restrained with her arms up for belly or side tickling. Fixing the pillows under her head, Rachel’s eyes get big as she sees me going towards her strapped down bare feet once more. Now she can’t reach them.
I reach under the bed and pull out my box of tricks. For this eventful afternoon, I pull out the electric flosser that Rachel has never seen before. I sit on the foot of the bed and wrap my hand around the center of her right foot bottom with her toes pointing up. Carefully holding her right foot still, the flosser takes aim at the skin between her big and pointer toes before I push the button. Rachel screams the instant the buzzing starts. A battle to hold the center of her foot still unfolds as the flosser nestles in between under her toes. Rachel bucks wildly, angrily fighting the four point cuffs locking her down. Her hips twist frantically, rotating side to side as she screams. “WHAT THE $%&@ IS THAT!!!”
Rachel’s toes are squirming and fighting the flosser between them. Frantic toe wiggling up and down is not enough to shake the flosser that is playing between her toes. She is able to pull her foot out of my grip, but the ankle cuffs keep both feet firmly in place otherwise. The ankle cuff has just enough slack for me to pull her left foot into my lap, getting a better grip on it. (It’s a good thing she is barefoot because if she had socks on I know her foot would be more slippery and possibly escape my grip.) Now I pin her foot between my thighs and use my left hand to pull her toes back firmly. With her toes unwillingly flexed up, Rachel again screams bloody murder as the flosser now targets the stem of her middle toe. Dragging the flosser tip around between her toes is getting great results!
After two minutes of me hanging on to her foot and flossing her toes, I give her a rest. I relinquish her left foot and stand up from the bed. Rachel continues to giggle and uses the F word more than once. I pull out a red feather from the box of tricks and move toward the left foot again. Rachel sees me and shouts “OH HELL NO!” as her sole feels my feather. I wrestle all five toes back and drag the feather across her heel and arch. I feel Rachel trying to kick me but she can’t. Her high pitch giggling is so adorable! Two agonizing minutes pass by whilst the feather continues to drift firmly across her soft heel and arch. Rachel’s giggling turns to breathless gasps of air as her foot continues to suffer from the feather’s dance.
Moving to Rachel’s right foot results in an absolute panic. Rachel tries to yank her hands out of the wrist cuffs as she sees me holding the electric flosser, heading to her untouched right foot. At the last second, I drop the flosser and pick up the feather and pull it between her toes. Rachel can’t even scream anymore. Her hips jolt up and she makes a squeaking sound as her toes detest the presence of the feather between them. Next, I drag the quill end of the feather up and down her writhing arch as she gulps for air. Rachel’s calypso coral painted toes each fight me, trying to claw their way out from the touch of the quill. Her toes become a coral blur as she struggles, flexing her toes rapidly and yanking her ankle away. Apparently the quill is an awesome tool to use against her!
Breathless, Rahel’s body shudders against the leather straps keeping her down. Grasping the center of her foot tight, she trembles as the electric flosser comes into her view. Delicately touching her right pinkie toe with the flossing tip gives way to an eruption of screaming and curse words. I fight with her, holding her foot still as the tender skin under her pinkie toe is exploited to the fullest by the vibrating tip. The flosser moves under the next toe, throwing Rachel into a helpless frenzy of painful laughter. Nothing has been worse than what she is experiencing at this moment. Rachel keeps violently fighting the straps with every ounce of her being trying to shake the electric flosser from her tender toes. She is so adorable!
Pulling her toes back firmly allows the flosser to explore her arch. Rachel’s screams reach a new octave, drowning out the buzzing from the flosser’s torment. My movements with the flosser are driving Rachel hoarse, as her soft soles are forced to feel the tiny vibrations driving her wild. Fighting in the four point leather restraints gets her nowhere as I continue to play with her defenseless tan feet. I keep the flosser twirling on her arch and up to her toes for another few minutes, surely driving Rachel into a level of hysterics she has never known. Locked in a laughter screaming sweat drenched hell, Rachel has definitely met her match. She is praying for me to relinquish her exhausted bare feet and let her go.
Rachel’s body is consumed by sweat. Her long jeans are not the best tickle torture outfit, even though she is smoking hot wearing them! I let her rest for a moment as I picked up the feather from the floor. Watching her face, her left foot squirms against the flosser and her right foot strains to escape the feather. Both vulnerable feet are being forced to withstand some type of tickle tool despite her thrashing in her bonds. Rachel lays almost lifeless now, trapped in her own barefoot tickle hell knowing she can’t stop the tickling. It’s too much for her. Laying in sweat, her hair is a mess and all she can do is heave heavy breaths as each foot unwillingly endures the feather and flosser. Forty three minutes from the start, Rachel is through.
Still by her feet, I unbuckle her ankles first. After her wrists are freed, she lays there in her puddle of sweat and tries to wiper her face before fixing her hair. I hold her hand for a little while after I give her a big glass of ice water. After a few minutes she composes herself and we head for the living room. She glances down at her pink socks but does not reach for them, choosing to remain barefoot for the rest of the night. She collapses on the couch and puts her feet up. I sit on the couch next to her, and she pulls her legs up to make room for me. She rests the bottom of both feet against my thigh as we settle in for a tv show. Should I keep tickling her, should I not? Dragging my fingertips slowly across just the tops of her feet gently for a half hour during the tv show earned me a little smile on her face before she drifts off to sleep.
After the TV show and she got some rest, Rachel had the bright idea of getting me back. I went from 'Ler to'Lee real quick, not thrilled but Rachel had her fun. Stay tuned for that fun story next.
True story part Three from NO, NOT MY SOCKS
Rachel is a beautiful 26 year old girl I've known for a while now. This past Friday she had her third bondage tickle session.
Rachel decided to come over and check out the brand-new Chick-Fil-A restaurant and wanted to go test out the drive through. After spending two tickle sessions in my guest bedroom, she hinted via text what she would be in for later. She came in the afternoon, standing in my entryway keeping her shoes on. She’s patiently waiting for me, smiling in her black sweatshirt, dark blue denim jeans and clowdfoam running shoes. We made it to the drive through in my car, where she casually slipped that she should not eat too much if there were any plans to tickle her later.
We make it back to the house, and she sits on the familiar bench by my front door and deftly unties her shoe laces. Rachel parks her shoes under the bench before we both wash our hands. I see her pink under armor socks dance their way over to the sink before she tosses the food wrappers away. We sit and talk for a half hour about working online before she gets antsy and accepts her fate of the awaiting 4 leather cuffs standing by.
The ankle cuffs are heavily secured to the corners at the foot of the bed and the wrist cuffs are anchored at the sides of the bed in the middle. Rachel looks at the bed, and looks back at me. “What are you wearing?,” I ask her. She rolls her eyes as she knows I’m looking at her sweatshirt. Lifting it over her head, I quickly attack her sides with light poking tickles. She squeaks in surprise, but does not laugh or squirm away. She reveals a very cute pink panther T-shirt that is mostly white with pink sleeves and has the panther off to one side. I already knew her upper body was not ticklish but it was worth a try again. We both know her feet are her worst spot.
“And those?” I ask, looking at her feet. Rachel turns bright red, trying to see if she could get away with wearing those pink under armor socks for this session. Her socks matched her top! I can tell she didn’t want them off, clinging to hope the pink fabric will provide inoculation from the impending fingernail and feather assault she knows is about to happen on her soles and toes. Rachel stands there a good fifteen seconds as we both stare at her adorable pink socks. “They match my shirt!” she says confidently. I know she is trying to prolong her eventual fate. “You know they’re coming off” I sass at her in a playful tone. Rachel’s eyes get big, knowing she can’t avoid having her feet be bare. Besides, she is way too ticklish to keep her feet covered. Rachel bashfully slides her right foot under her left heel and steps on her sock as she pulls her foot out. Next, her left foot slides under her bare right one and she steps on that sock, pulling her foot out.
Her exposed (and newly painted) calypso coral polished toes cling for dear life to the carpet fibers as she now stands timidly barefoot next to her socks. I can see her feet are so soft and a nice tan from her time at the pool. Obviously not thrilled her socks are off, Rachel looks at the cuffs on the bed and takes a deep breath as she climbs on the bed and settles in. She accepts her fate and hands me her right foot hesitantly as I reach for the thick leather cuff and buckle her ankle in. Her blue denim jeans go all the way down to the leather ankle cuff, keeping her beautiful tan legs hidden. Another deep breath comes as she gives no resistance while I strap in her left ankle. Both ankle cuffs are heavily anchored to the bed frame and Rachel knows she has no chance to break free… or hide.
Mixing it up a bit, I forgo her wrist restraints and surprise her with light nails swirling on her left foot. Rachel screams, not expecting my touch. She immediately grabs a pillow and throws it at me forcefully. I keep caressing her foot as she throws a second pillow at me, starting to laugh as she can’t help it. Out of pillows, Rachel bolts up, reaching feverishly for her foot I am lightly tickling. Rachel does go to the gym a lot, and she is very flexible. She is able to reach and cover her sensitive bare toes and silky arch from my hands as she glares at me angrily. Bending all the way forward, she is able to protect her foot and even swat my hand away as she screams “NO” and “**** YOU” at me. I’ve only been on ONE foot for maybe fifty seconds! She obviously needs to be locked in more restraints so she is unable to defend herself.
I go behind me and gather the pillows she tossed at me and put them back on the bed to make her comfortable. I take her right hand and guide it into the wrist cuff anchored to the middle side of the bed. Rachel gives no resistance, but she makes a little whining noise knowing her arms are going to be strapped in. Both arms are secured soon enough, stretching her hands out by her sides. Her upper body isn’t ticklish anyway, not needing to be restrained with her arms up for belly or side tickling. Fixing the pillows under her head, Rachel’s eyes get big as she sees me going towards her strapped down bare feet once more. Now she can’t reach them.
I reach under the bed and pull out my box of tricks. For this eventful afternoon, I pull out the electric flosser that Rachel has never seen before. I sit on the foot of the bed and wrap my hand around the center of her right foot bottom with her toes pointing up. Carefully holding her right foot still, the flosser takes aim at the skin between her big and pointer toes before I push the button. Rachel screams the instant the buzzing starts. A battle to hold the center of her foot still unfolds as the flosser nestles in between under her toes. Rachel bucks wildly, angrily fighting the four point cuffs locking her down. Her hips twist frantically, rotating side to side as she screams. “WHAT THE $%&@ IS THAT!!!”
Rachel’s toes are squirming and fighting the flosser between them. Frantic toe wiggling up and down is not enough to shake the flosser that is playing between her toes. She is able to pull her foot out of my grip, but the ankle cuffs keep both feet firmly in place otherwise. The ankle cuff has just enough slack for me to pull her left foot into my lap, getting a better grip on it. (It’s a good thing she is barefoot because if she had socks on I know her foot would be more slippery and possibly escape my grip.) Now I pin her foot between my thighs and use my left hand to pull her toes back firmly. With her toes unwillingly flexed up, Rachel again screams bloody murder as the flosser now targets the stem of her middle toe. Dragging the flosser tip around between her toes is getting great results!
After two minutes of me hanging on to her foot and flossing her toes, I give her a rest. I relinquish her left foot and stand up from the bed. Rachel continues to giggle and uses the F word more than once. I pull out a red feather from the box of tricks and move toward the left foot again. Rachel sees me and shouts “OH HELL NO!” as her sole feels my feather. I wrestle all five toes back and drag the feather across her heel and arch. I feel Rachel trying to kick me but she can’t. Her high pitch giggling is so adorable! Two agonizing minutes pass by whilst the feather continues to drift firmly across her soft heel and arch. Rachel’s giggling turns to breathless gasps of air as her foot continues to suffer from the feather’s dance.
Moving to Rachel’s right foot results in an absolute panic. Rachel tries to yank her hands out of the wrist cuffs as she sees me holding the electric flosser, heading to her untouched right foot. At the last second, I drop the flosser and pick up the feather and pull it between her toes. Rachel can’t even scream anymore. Her hips jolt up and she makes a squeaking sound as her toes detest the presence of the feather between them. Next, I drag the quill end of the feather up and down her writhing arch as she gulps for air. Rachel’s calypso coral painted toes each fight me, trying to claw their way out from the touch of the quill. Her toes become a coral blur as she struggles, flexing her toes rapidly and yanking her ankle away. Apparently the quill is an awesome tool to use against her!
Breathless, Rahel’s body shudders against the leather straps keeping her down. Grasping the center of her foot tight, she trembles as the electric flosser comes into her view. Delicately touching her right pinkie toe with the flossing tip gives way to an eruption of screaming and curse words. I fight with her, holding her foot still as the tender skin under her pinkie toe is exploited to the fullest by the vibrating tip. The flosser moves under the next toe, throwing Rachel into a helpless frenzy of painful laughter. Nothing has been worse than what she is experiencing at this moment. Rachel keeps violently fighting the straps with every ounce of her being trying to shake the electric flosser from her tender toes. She is so adorable!
Pulling her toes back firmly allows the flosser to explore her arch. Rachel’s screams reach a new octave, drowning out the buzzing from the flosser’s torment. My movements with the flosser are driving Rachel hoarse, as her soft soles are forced to feel the tiny vibrations driving her wild. Fighting in the four point leather restraints gets her nowhere as I continue to play with her defenseless tan feet. I keep the flosser twirling on her arch and up to her toes for another few minutes, surely driving Rachel into a level of hysterics she has never known. Locked in a laughter screaming sweat drenched hell, Rachel has definitely met her match. She is praying for me to relinquish her exhausted bare feet and let her go.
Rachel’s body is consumed by sweat. Her long jeans are not the best tickle torture outfit, even though she is smoking hot wearing them! I let her rest for a moment as I picked up the feather from the floor. Watching her face, her left foot squirms against the flosser and her right foot strains to escape the feather. Both vulnerable feet are being forced to withstand some type of tickle tool despite her thrashing in her bonds. Rachel lays almost lifeless now, trapped in her own barefoot tickle hell knowing she can’t stop the tickling. It’s too much for her. Laying in sweat, her hair is a mess and all she can do is heave heavy breaths as each foot unwillingly endures the feather and flosser. Forty three minutes from the start, Rachel is through.
Still by her feet, I unbuckle her ankles first. After her wrists are freed, she lays there in her puddle of sweat and tries to wiper her face before fixing her hair. I hold her hand for a little while after I give her a big glass of ice water. After a few minutes she composes herself and we head for the living room. She glances down at her pink socks but does not reach for them, choosing to remain barefoot for the rest of the night. She collapses on the couch and puts her feet up. I sit on the couch next to her, and she pulls her legs up to make room for me. She rests the bottom of both feet against my thigh as we settle in for a tv show. Should I keep tickling her, should I not? Dragging my fingertips slowly across just the tops of her feet gently for a half hour during the tv show earned me a little smile on her face before she drifts off to sleep.
After the TV show and she got some rest, Rachel had the bright idea of getting me back. I went from 'Ler to'Lee real quick, not thrilled but Rachel had her fun. Stay tuned for that fun story next.
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