The Charity (m/f)

[ichbins]

The Charity . Part I


In big cities like Frankfurt was one, it has been known that people would after a certain amount of time, grow to be quite egoistical. To counter this process, which has taken place, a weird idea has been put in place: People could volunteer to take part in a charity project, which at the same time would raise funds and raise the spirits of people who would come across it. The idea was a little weird, but in times of austerity, there was a need for some out-of-the-box-thinking: At a rather well visited marketplace, a line with tape would be drawn across a floor on a stage, specifically put there for this purpose. Volunteers could now place their feet on the line, so that the ankles would be on one side, and the feet themselves on the other. As a sort of charity challenge, it was decided, that bystanders could try to tickle the volunteers in hopes of them pulling their feet back behind the line. Would they succeed, the volunteer would then donate a pre-determined amount to charity. Laughter, participation of the citizens and charity - could there be a better project?

Lara was a 24 year old sport science student with longer brown hair, a slim figure and not too large. She had a smallish stature which ended with her two pretty, but smallish feet, feet of the kind where the toes seemed a bit cramped, being so close to each other. As she came across the idea, it was actually her boyfriend who motivated her to take part in the charity. Lara was not extremely ticklish, but her boyfriend, over their years together having figured out her weaknesses, knew exactly how and where to touch her two small feet, so that she could not stand keeping them in place. Seeing as with others she would stand a chance to keep her feet still and over the line, she reluctantly agreed to take part, willing to stand in as a volunteer for one hour.

As she approached the stage, she looked back, seeing her boyfriend flashing an evil grin at her. She just shook her head and thought to herself how silly this all was, but that it would be over quite soon and, most important of all, that she was doing it for a good cause.

Lara sat down at the specified spot, stretched out her legs, so that the ankles found their place just right above the line. Just then she remembered that it was specified to take part in the Charity being barefoot - so with mechanical skill, she removed both her white shoes and pink socks, and folded the socks together, just to then put them next to where now her bare feet came to lie. As she did this, she saw many bystanders passing by, startled at the unusual situation, which made her feel a little embarrassed. But again putting her mind at ease, thinking that laughing for a good cause can only be a good thing, she finally relaxed with her stretched out legs, feeling a cooler breeze on her bared feet. Knowing her predicament to come, she also took the time to paint her toes in a bright reddish tone, which she was now staring at, flexing her toes in the process. Just then she noticed her boyfriend approaching.

"No, this is not fair", she said, "Why are you coming here now?" "Don't worry, baby, I will go easy on you", he answered, still giggling like a little school boy. Lara braced herself, like she did in many situations before. Her boyfriend was constantly tickling her: When they watched TV, he would suddenly hold her hands together, tickling her sides maliciously and with mechanical precision, forcing her to laugh and move around as much as he allowed her to. Also once, when Lara was on an important video call, sitting on the bed, her bare feet crossed over each other, he approached, starting to tickle the two targets with a feathery light touch, forcing her to suppress a giggle and trying frantically to kick him away. He steadily increased his tickles, which made it harder for Lara to focus on anything the person on the other end of the call was saying. Then, finally, and without warning, he held one foot firm in his strong grasp, and spider-tickled away. That was too much, and Lara burst out laughing, excusing herself, and ending the video call, leaving back a confused colleague on the other end of the line. It was, as always, pointless to try to get away. Her boyfriend was so strong, and held her tightly, so that she was not able to do anything but wait for him to end her torment.


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Let me know if you like this story and if I should continue it 🙂

 

[Trethezeldafan]

Finish this!!!

 

[ichbins]

The Charity . Part II

Always when her boyfriend would decide - by whatever criteria was unknown to her - that Lara was deserving of another tickle attack, she could not do anything about it. Not that she didn't try to fend him off - it was just that her fighting back seemed to prolong her punishment, while her just submitting to him seemed to shorten the ordeal she had to go through - if not by much.

As has already be hinted at, Lara's feet were a well known tickle spot for him. He knew her body well, given the countless times the two had been intimate with each other, so it was no wonder that that had he been tasked, he would have been able to map her sensitivity onto her body quite accurately. Lara was one of these kind of persons whose feet had several micro-spots, which would send her into hysterics without delay. But the funny thing was that before she met her boyfriend, this was completely unknown to her. The few tickle attacks - if they could be called like that - had been harmless and just a mild annoyance for her. But her boyfriend approached the whole scenario differently. He explored her feet, explored every inch, the space between the toes, the toes themselves, the sides, the sensitive arches, sometimes with her toes pointing towards the ceiling, but sometimes also sitting on her ankles, disabling her defenses against his devilish fingers and their exploration of the two sensitive body parts. The tickle punishments would often last several minutes. Lara, who was usually quite composed, self-assured, lost her control easily when subjected to her boyfriend's applied torment. It even occurred that she woke up, feeling a tickling sensation on her feet and then, when she by a mere matter of reflex tried to pull her foot away, this motion was denied to her by her boyfriends strong grip again. "No, no, no, hold still for me, baby", he would then say. His ability to change the strength of the attack, to suddenly tickle the feet before him with fingers which seemed only to have the goal to dig up the sensitivity in the soles before them, was maddening for Lara. Often she found herself solely focused on the sensations on her feet, pleading with him to stop, but to no avail. Just as sudden as an attack was initiated, the sensations would stop - just until light tickling sensations were felt between her toes, elicitng in her a surprised shriek.

All this was known to her - now in this situation, where her boyfriend approached the bare feet lying just a little way over the line on the floor. Phantom sensations appeared already on her sensitive toes, leading her to reflexively curl them up. Just then a man approached, who was part of the whole Charity project. "Oh, before I forget! Here we have some things that could help make the challenge just a little bit more challenging for you Lara!" And with these words, he placed next to her a box, containing several tools. apparently meant to enhance the sensitivity concerning the touches she just was about to be subjected to.

 

[Blackie]

Great story! Can't wait for the next part! 😀

 

[ichbins]

The Charity - Part III

A stiff feather was the first item her boyfriend took from the box. "Well, Lara, that looks great, doesn't it?", he said laughingly. "Just try to stay still, will you babe?" With these words he slowly and quite dramatically moved the feather closer and closer towards the two targets. "Breathe in ...", he said, and then dragged the loose end of the feather once over the left sole, which made Lara's left foot jerk unvoluntarily to the side, "... and breathe out." Lara had previously never felt the feeling of a feather on her feet. The soft tickling feeling was unusual and she didn't expect the sensation she felt. Her boyfriend must have liked that reaction - he moved his face very close to Lara's bare feet, holding his head with the palm of his right hand, mimicking the impression of a thinking dreamer. He dragged the feather up and down, up and down, sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right sole, each time evoking a slight jerk of the tormented foot. "What's wrong, Lara? Don't tell me you're that ticklish?", he said, giving his last two words a theatrical and hyperbolic surprised sound. Lara tried to suppress a laughter. She looked around, trying to distract herself from the soft strokes her soles felt and saw a small crowd laughing happily at her predicament. This made her feel slightly embarrassed, but again, if everything is for a good cause, why should she feel embarrassed at all? But this feeling ... it's so annyoingly ticklish, she thought. How come that her boyfriend always knows exactly how to touch her, to draw out her ticklishness? Suddenly her mind seemed to make a connection between what she felt now and what she felt when they were making love - then also, her boyfriend's sensitive, but forceful touches made her instantly aroused. While with one hand he stimulated her clit, the other massaged her left nipple and it felt as if her breasts have just waited their whole life to be touched like that. And when he finally entered her, when finally the act began, when his erected penis totally took control of her feelings and her whole body, she had no choice but to submit, submit to him completely. And it was now, through these soft touches on her feet, that she felt a similar sensation. It was him who was in control, even though there was no bondage, there was nothing holding her in place, even though she could escape the situation at any time - but could she? Just when he looked at her with that devious look when she was standing in their kitchen, and she knew - she just knew - that now it would happen, he would approach her, he would push her against the wall, he would take charge. And this was what she liked. When he lifted her from the ground, when she became an object of lust for him. She could stop it at any time, but she chose not to. She chose to give in to him, because she knew what he would be able to give her - and he knew, what she would be able to give him.

Then it came - he threw away the feather, almost carelessly but keeping his head close to her feet, so close, he could almost smell them. Lara's feet were never very smelly, except after exercising, the opposite was the case, they had a nice, neutral smell. He dragged his forefinger slowly from the toes to the heel. Almost simultaneously, right next to wherever the finger was touching the sole, a little wrinkle appeared, closely following the touches, as if trying to keep up. But in truth, this was a reflex, something Lara had no control over, it was as if determinism was right, that causally speaking, the wrinkles will appear where the devilish finger would touch. When the finger finally reached the heel - which seemed to take forever - the touching ceased and the finger moved only a milimeter away from the sole, backtracking it's way to the top again, where five, cute, cramped-together toes awaited him eagerly, it seemed. And the whole procedure started again. The dreamer tickled her. From top to bottom, with as much pressure as seemed appropriate, always switching up speed, switching up pressure, to keep Lara off-guard. Just as the touching and dragging causally caused the wrinkles, whose only mission seemed to be to lessen the sensitive sensations, there was a touch of a smile appearing on Lara's lips - and for a moment it seemed as if it was the same laugh that he spotted back then at his roommate's party, where, across the room, he saw her. And knew. Knew what would happen. Now, in this particular situation, he could decide when Lara would laugh, he could decide, when the small wrinkles will appear. Up and down the finger went, when finally - Lara's foot jerked back ...