wishfoot88
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this is my 1st tickle story
hope you like it
The institute of forbidden desires.
Sam was average. He worked in a news agents. Lived with is mum and was pretty low on the food chain for a 23 year old. H wished for something better.
Never being able to attract a woman, he turned his sexual focus to tickling. He wished that he would find someone to tickle him. His most favourite and ticklish spot was his feet. He longed to have his feet tickled.
One night he was searching the net for foot tickling like he always did, when a pop up flashed on the screen. He clicked it. It read “dear Sam. We know what you want. We can make it happen. Click here to make it happen.” he went to click the x to close it down when his mum opened the door and jogged him. He accidentally clicked the OK button. The window closed. His mum, seeing he was busy, left and closed the door. Thinking he had dodged the window he logged off and went to bed.
On his way to work the next day he saw a strange black van following him. He turned into a side street to try to lose it but it turned in with him, blocking his exit. Two men in balaclavas got out.
They walked towards him and pinned him against the wall, and holding his mouth shut.
“are you Sam green? Nod if you are!” said the man. Sam nodded.
“well then, we know you clicked on our pop up last night and we are here to pick you up.”
frightened by the prospect of kidnapping, Sam tried to run, but the men geld him firmly. The second man got out what looked like a deodorant spray. He took off the cap and sprayed the purple mist around Sam's face. The man holding Sam's mouth shut, let go so he could breath it in. Sam tried to scream but simply fell to the floor asleep. The men hauled him into the truck and sped away.
Sam woke up with a start. He was in a white, large cubic room. He was lying on a king size bed. He was sitting against the head board so he could see the room. It was brightly lit and had large double doors in front of him. He looked at the wall to his left and saw a large sign saying. “Sam green, patient 14089, here for tickling, area; feet.” at this Sam tried to move but couldn't. He looked down at his body. There were what looked like extra thick brown fluffy pillows with buckles, tied around his ankles. There were loads of these weird restraints. A set on his ankles, in his knees, his thighs, his fore arms, elbows and back arms. His arms were on arm rests sticking out from the head board. There were extra large ones around his waist and chest so that the only visible parts of flesh were his hands, feet and his head. He tried to clench his toes and fingers but they wouldn't move. He looked down at his feet and saw two nurses putting very large very soft, very overstuffed brown slippers on his size 10 bare feet. He again tried to struggle but couldn't move.
“what's going on?” he said.
At that a tall blonde male doctor walked into the room.
“ah! Sam! I'm glad your awake!” he said cheerfully.
“where am I?” asked Sam nervously.
“your in the institute of forbidden desires. And your in your very own room. I was worried about you. Its been a whole year since you were brought her.”
“a year!!” he said in surprise. If he had been here a year then what had happened.
“yes its been a year of operations for you. We've been inserting fat into your feet to make them bigger and of course we've been inserting more nerve endings to make them more ticklish!” he said.
“but why? What are you going to do to me?”
“well. We were monitoring your computer and noticed that you were looking at foot tickling. We asked you mother what she thought about tickling your feet. She said yes and here you are.”
“you gonna tickle my feet?! For how long?” replied Sam. He couldn't believe what had happened.
“well you better look at the schedule.” said the doctor.
He pointed to the ceiling.
Pinned to the ceiling was a big print timetable. It read;
7;00 wake up
7;05 breakfast
7;30 break for the toilet and showering.
8;30 finger foot tickling; 15 mins one person
5 min break
15 mins two people
5 min break
rest of the time; gang foot tickling.
10;30 break for toilet, drink
11;00 instrument tickling (feathers, forks feather dusters, toothbrushes, electric toothbrushes, hair brushes)
13;00 lunch, toilet
14;00 animal torture (dogs and goats to lick feet)
15;00 free style (any technique)
18;00 dinner, shower, toilet,
19;00 leisure (t.v.)
20;00 slipper tickle (tickling slippers)
22;00 toilet, bed.
Sam then looked at the doctor.
“no...please.”
“I'm sorry but you have to be careful what you wish for. Now its nearly 8;30 so we'd better get you down to the foot tickling centre.” at that the nurses pushed the king sized bed through double doors and out into a long corridor.
The doctor spoke to Sam as he walked along side him.
“the institute of forbidden desires is a place where people come to fulfil their wildest fantasies.
We have people who like tickling, being tickled, sex, eating, making. Now some of them are kept here to have this treatment. Like you. You will be kept here for the rest of your life for eternal foot tickling.”
“but-” Sam was cut off. He found that he could not longer speak.
“we have turned your motor functions and speak off.”
said the doctor as they entered a large room full of people.
“right everyone this is our 1st timer Sam!” cried the doctor.
A tall male nurse stepped forward.
“hello Sam I will be overseeing and demonstrating your foot tickling for the foreseeable future!” he said cheerily.
“by the way his voice is turned off.” said the 1st doctor.
“right well turn it on! I want to hear his laughter, by the was Sam my name is doctor Bee.” he said
the 1st doctor went over to the head board and flicked a switch. Suddenly Sam could talk again.
“why are you doing this?” he asked.
“because its what you want.” said doctor Bee.” you wont believe how insanely ticklish your feet are now you've had the operations.”
at that the 1st doctor walked out of the room. Doctor bee walked to the foot of Sam's bed. Sam couldn't move a muscle. He could even twitch his toes.
Doctor be ran an index finger up Sam's left sole. Sam's reaction was immediate. He burst out giggling.
“heeheeheeheeheehee stop it!” he cried out.
“never!” replied the doctor.
He started to run both fingers over both soles. He didn't change his technique at all, just kept him giggling. After 5 minutes of this he began to spider tickle all over Sam's poor defenceless feet.
Sam's feet were incredibly fat now. They were hugely fat and so impossibly sensitive that even the air conditioning slightly tickled. The doctor dint spare any part. Over the balls, the arch, instep, toes, toe pads. He then began to do this insanely fast making Sam scream with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! NO.....PLEASE.....NO MORE....NO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” He screamed. But still the doctor continued.
He then called over another doctor and they both stroked a sole each with all their fingers. Sam was going mad with laughter. Finally there was a break. Some nurse walked over and sponge washed his feet and face. After 5 minutes to catch his breath the tickling started again. This time with every one doing it. There was no stopping. Over 50 fingers for each foot. Slowly sending him crazy with laughter. Sam could no longer even beg for mercy. He could talk at all. This tickling went on until Sam fainted.
He awoke to the smell of smelling salts as he was being wheeled down a corridor.
“you fainted at the last minute! But you did very well for your 1st time!”
“please......don't do this.” said Sam weakly.
The bed stopped.
“I'm sorry Sam but you wanted this. You should never have clicked that pop up.” he said.
They then wheeled him into a large room with people standing around waiting.
“not more foot tickling!!” he moaned.
“nope not yet. This is the toilet brake. Simply go and will be collected.”
Sam took a pee. Amazingly it dint seep into his pillow clothing.
“that's the pipe network” said doctor bee. “any other time it would have simply gone into you pillow suit.”
doctor bee wandered off as a nurse walked over to Sam and gave him a drink.
After a half hour many nurses came in with feather dusters, feathers, forks, brushes etc.
they all positioned themselves at Sam's feet.
“ready!..........begin feathers!” shouted doctor bee. 5 feathers for each foot descended onto Sam's soles. He winced as they did, trying to fight back laughter. They began stroking his soles ans sawing
between his toes. He couldn't stand it. He let loose a fit of laughter.
“plehehehehehehease! Your driving me mahahahahahahahahahahahahad!!!” he cried.
The nurses stopped and moved onto the feather dusters. Slowly rotating them over his feet.
This was less ticklish so they stopped and moved to artists brushes. These sent him mad.
He was giggling now and soon was laughing so hard he had to strain to get his breath.
The nurses yet again stopped to change technique. This time the forks came in. slowly scraping ant his soles. It was all too much yet when it stopped it got worse. The electric toothbrushes came next and Sam could no longer bear it. He fainted with only 5 minutes away from lunch.
He was awoken by a soft stroke of his sole. Yet again the nurses sponge washed his feet and face and he was aloud to use the toilet. After this his feet were washed with salty water.
“what's that for!” he shouted.
“you'll see!” said doctor bee.
Sam was then aloud lunch. He was served cheese sandwiches.
After this the nurses pushed his bed into another room. This one had 4 goats on leads.
“now I think you can guess this one”
before he could answer the goats were let loose upon his soles and began their viscous assault.
4 tongues rasping his toes and arches slowly driving him mad with silent laughter.
Slowly the time went by and after just half an hour all the salt was gone. Doctor bee walked in with 2 nurses who sponge washed his feet and face.
“you are lucky. When the goats stop you are aloud to spend the rest of the time resting.”
Sam tried to move but still could.
“why cant I move?”
“so we can tickle you more intensely!” as he said this the 2 nurses put the huge slippers on Sam's fat sensitive feet. The feeling of the soft fur against his skin was comforting. The slippers began to massage his soles and heels.
“oooooh that's nice” he said
“yes I know. We've all got a pair of these. Just that yours are special.”
“how so?”
“you'll find out later...... you like what's happening don't you Sam?” he asked
“it was nice at 1st but now its torturous. Why wont you let me go?”
“we know that you wanted this. We are granting your wish.”
the massage slippers were turned up higher. Sam was totally relaxed.
He didn't even notice being wheeled into another room.
“right then off with these.” said doctor bee as he removed the slippers, revealing Sam's size 10 fat feet.
Now it struck Sam that his feet were like baby feet. They had barely any arch and looked as if they hadn't taken the weight of a human in a while.
“this is the freestyle 3 hour!!” shouted doctor bee “GO MAD!!”
At this all the nurses in the room rushed to his feet and tickled them in a thousand different ways.
There was, licking, sucking, fingering, feathering, scratching of the feet and it wouldn't stop!!
Sam fainted after an hour and they let him sleep for two hours.
He awoke with the slippers massaging his feet again. He was served dinner and aloud a shower which meant that all the restraints were taken off and he was showered on another bed, still paralysed. He was then re-restrained and had the massaging slippers put on, and wheeled into a huge hall full of these beds with paralysed people on them. They were all wearing the pillow suits and slippers. They were watching a huge TV.
The man next to Sam was having his feet lightly tickled by some nurses.
“we were told to tickle you for trying to bite us!” the said
the man was barely laughing but turned to Sam.
“what you here for?” he asked.
“forced foot tickling. You?”
“forced full body gang tickling. Its better than the feet though.”
then the nurses wheeled the man out of the room still tickling as they did.
Sam heard them talking.
“we will have to tickle you more for talking!”
Sam looked away and watched TV for a while. After an hour he was wheeled back to his room.
“hope you enjoyed that!”
“doctor bee? Why are all the patients wearing the pillow suits?” he asked
“the suits are made with some sort of material that can tickle them anywhere.” he said plainly.
“take your slippers for example.” he flicked a switch and they stopped massaging his feet. “they can be switched of or-” he flicked another switch and they started to tickle his feet with thousands of tiny brushes. “turned to tickling!” the doctor stood up and walked out of the door leaving Sam with the tickling slippers still on his feet. Somehow this was worst than the other tortures. This never varied and never had him laughing into unconsciousness. After two hours of steady tickling they were turned back to massaging. He was aloud to got to sleep.
He woke up the next day to a feather stroking his foot.
“right time for the new day!”
Sam's mind began racing what he thought was a dream was suddenly all too real.
“remember! This will happen everyday until you die!!!” cried doctor bee.
After breakfast and showering he was taken for his 1st tickling session today.
The beginning of the rest of his ticklish future had began!
THE END
hope you liked it.
please comment on it!!
hope you like it
The institute of forbidden desires.
Sam was average. He worked in a news agents. Lived with is mum and was pretty low on the food chain for a 23 year old. H wished for something better.
Never being able to attract a woman, he turned his sexual focus to tickling. He wished that he would find someone to tickle him. His most favourite and ticklish spot was his feet. He longed to have his feet tickled.
One night he was searching the net for foot tickling like he always did, when a pop up flashed on the screen. He clicked it. It read “dear Sam. We know what you want. We can make it happen. Click here to make it happen.” he went to click the x to close it down when his mum opened the door and jogged him. He accidentally clicked the OK button. The window closed. His mum, seeing he was busy, left and closed the door. Thinking he had dodged the window he logged off and went to bed.
On his way to work the next day he saw a strange black van following him. He turned into a side street to try to lose it but it turned in with him, blocking his exit. Two men in balaclavas got out.
They walked towards him and pinned him against the wall, and holding his mouth shut.
“are you Sam green? Nod if you are!” said the man. Sam nodded.
“well then, we know you clicked on our pop up last night and we are here to pick you up.”
frightened by the prospect of kidnapping, Sam tried to run, but the men geld him firmly. The second man got out what looked like a deodorant spray. He took off the cap and sprayed the purple mist around Sam's face. The man holding Sam's mouth shut, let go so he could breath it in. Sam tried to scream but simply fell to the floor asleep. The men hauled him into the truck and sped away.
Sam woke up with a start. He was in a white, large cubic room. He was lying on a king size bed. He was sitting against the head board so he could see the room. It was brightly lit and had large double doors in front of him. He looked at the wall to his left and saw a large sign saying. “Sam green, patient 14089, here for tickling, area; feet.” at this Sam tried to move but couldn't. He looked down at his body. There were what looked like extra thick brown fluffy pillows with buckles, tied around his ankles. There were loads of these weird restraints. A set on his ankles, in his knees, his thighs, his fore arms, elbows and back arms. His arms were on arm rests sticking out from the head board. There were extra large ones around his waist and chest so that the only visible parts of flesh were his hands, feet and his head. He tried to clench his toes and fingers but they wouldn't move. He looked down at his feet and saw two nurses putting very large very soft, very overstuffed brown slippers on his size 10 bare feet. He again tried to struggle but couldn't move.
“what's going on?” he said.
At that a tall blonde male doctor walked into the room.
“ah! Sam! I'm glad your awake!” he said cheerfully.
“where am I?” asked Sam nervously.
“your in the institute of forbidden desires. And your in your very own room. I was worried about you. Its been a whole year since you were brought her.”
“a year!!” he said in surprise. If he had been here a year then what had happened.
“yes its been a year of operations for you. We've been inserting fat into your feet to make them bigger and of course we've been inserting more nerve endings to make them more ticklish!” he said.
“but why? What are you going to do to me?”
“well. We were monitoring your computer and noticed that you were looking at foot tickling. We asked you mother what she thought about tickling your feet. She said yes and here you are.”
“you gonna tickle my feet?! For how long?” replied Sam. He couldn't believe what had happened.
“well you better look at the schedule.” said the doctor.
He pointed to the ceiling.
Pinned to the ceiling was a big print timetable. It read;
7;00 wake up
7;05 breakfast
7;30 break for the toilet and showering.
8;30 finger foot tickling; 15 mins one person
5 min break
15 mins two people
5 min break
rest of the time; gang foot tickling.
10;30 break for toilet, drink
11;00 instrument tickling (feathers, forks feather dusters, toothbrushes, electric toothbrushes, hair brushes)
13;00 lunch, toilet
14;00 animal torture (dogs and goats to lick feet)
15;00 free style (any technique)
18;00 dinner, shower, toilet,
19;00 leisure (t.v.)
20;00 slipper tickle (tickling slippers)
22;00 toilet, bed.
Sam then looked at the doctor.
“no...please.”
“I'm sorry but you have to be careful what you wish for. Now its nearly 8;30 so we'd better get you down to the foot tickling centre.” at that the nurses pushed the king sized bed through double doors and out into a long corridor.
The doctor spoke to Sam as he walked along side him.
“the institute of forbidden desires is a place where people come to fulfil their wildest fantasies.
We have people who like tickling, being tickled, sex, eating, making. Now some of them are kept here to have this treatment. Like you. You will be kept here for the rest of your life for eternal foot tickling.”
“but-” Sam was cut off. He found that he could not longer speak.
“we have turned your motor functions and speak off.”
said the doctor as they entered a large room full of people.
“right everyone this is our 1st timer Sam!” cried the doctor.
A tall male nurse stepped forward.
“hello Sam I will be overseeing and demonstrating your foot tickling for the foreseeable future!” he said cheerily.
“by the way his voice is turned off.” said the 1st doctor.
“right well turn it on! I want to hear his laughter, by the was Sam my name is doctor Bee.” he said
the 1st doctor went over to the head board and flicked a switch. Suddenly Sam could talk again.
“why are you doing this?” he asked.
“because its what you want.” said doctor Bee.” you wont believe how insanely ticklish your feet are now you've had the operations.”
at that the 1st doctor walked out of the room. Doctor bee walked to the foot of Sam's bed. Sam couldn't move a muscle. He could even twitch his toes.
Doctor be ran an index finger up Sam's left sole. Sam's reaction was immediate. He burst out giggling.
“heeheeheeheeheehee stop it!” he cried out.
“never!” replied the doctor.
He started to run both fingers over both soles. He didn't change his technique at all, just kept him giggling. After 5 minutes of this he began to spider tickle all over Sam's poor defenceless feet.
Sam's feet were incredibly fat now. They were hugely fat and so impossibly sensitive that even the air conditioning slightly tickled. The doctor dint spare any part. Over the balls, the arch, instep, toes, toe pads. He then began to do this insanely fast making Sam scream with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!! NO.....PLEASE.....NO MORE....NO-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” He screamed. But still the doctor continued.
He then called over another doctor and they both stroked a sole each with all their fingers. Sam was going mad with laughter. Finally there was a break. Some nurse walked over and sponge washed his feet and face. After 5 minutes to catch his breath the tickling started again. This time with every one doing it. There was no stopping. Over 50 fingers for each foot. Slowly sending him crazy with laughter. Sam could no longer even beg for mercy. He could talk at all. This tickling went on until Sam fainted.
He awoke to the smell of smelling salts as he was being wheeled down a corridor.
“you fainted at the last minute! But you did very well for your 1st time!”
“please......don't do this.” said Sam weakly.
The bed stopped.
“I'm sorry Sam but you wanted this. You should never have clicked that pop up.” he said.
They then wheeled him into a large room with people standing around waiting.
“not more foot tickling!!” he moaned.
“nope not yet. This is the toilet brake. Simply go and will be collected.”
Sam took a pee. Amazingly it dint seep into his pillow clothing.
“that's the pipe network” said doctor bee. “any other time it would have simply gone into you pillow suit.”
doctor bee wandered off as a nurse walked over to Sam and gave him a drink.
After a half hour many nurses came in with feather dusters, feathers, forks, brushes etc.
they all positioned themselves at Sam's feet.
“ready!..........begin feathers!” shouted doctor bee. 5 feathers for each foot descended onto Sam's soles. He winced as they did, trying to fight back laughter. They began stroking his soles ans sawing
between his toes. He couldn't stand it. He let loose a fit of laughter.
“plehehehehehehease! Your driving me mahahahahahahahahahahahahad!!!” he cried.
The nurses stopped and moved onto the feather dusters. Slowly rotating them over his feet.
This was less ticklish so they stopped and moved to artists brushes. These sent him mad.
He was giggling now and soon was laughing so hard he had to strain to get his breath.
The nurses yet again stopped to change technique. This time the forks came in. slowly scraping ant his soles. It was all too much yet when it stopped it got worse. The electric toothbrushes came next and Sam could no longer bear it. He fainted with only 5 minutes away from lunch.
He was awoken by a soft stroke of his sole. Yet again the nurses sponge washed his feet and face and he was aloud to use the toilet. After this his feet were washed with salty water.
“what's that for!” he shouted.
“you'll see!” said doctor bee.
Sam was then aloud lunch. He was served cheese sandwiches.
After this the nurses pushed his bed into another room. This one had 4 goats on leads.
“now I think you can guess this one”
before he could answer the goats were let loose upon his soles and began their viscous assault.
4 tongues rasping his toes and arches slowly driving him mad with silent laughter.
Slowly the time went by and after just half an hour all the salt was gone. Doctor bee walked in with 2 nurses who sponge washed his feet and face.
“you are lucky. When the goats stop you are aloud to spend the rest of the time resting.”
Sam tried to move but still could.
“why cant I move?”
“so we can tickle you more intensely!” as he said this the 2 nurses put the huge slippers on Sam's fat sensitive feet. The feeling of the soft fur against his skin was comforting. The slippers began to massage his soles and heels.
“oooooh that's nice” he said
“yes I know. We've all got a pair of these. Just that yours are special.”
“how so?”
“you'll find out later...... you like what's happening don't you Sam?” he asked
“it was nice at 1st but now its torturous. Why wont you let me go?”
“we know that you wanted this. We are granting your wish.”
the massage slippers were turned up higher. Sam was totally relaxed.
He didn't even notice being wheeled into another room.
“right then off with these.” said doctor bee as he removed the slippers, revealing Sam's size 10 fat feet.
Now it struck Sam that his feet were like baby feet. They had barely any arch and looked as if they hadn't taken the weight of a human in a while.
“this is the freestyle 3 hour!!” shouted doctor bee “GO MAD!!”
At this all the nurses in the room rushed to his feet and tickled them in a thousand different ways.
There was, licking, sucking, fingering, feathering, scratching of the feet and it wouldn't stop!!
Sam fainted after an hour and they let him sleep for two hours.
He awoke with the slippers massaging his feet again. He was served dinner and aloud a shower which meant that all the restraints were taken off and he was showered on another bed, still paralysed. He was then re-restrained and had the massaging slippers put on, and wheeled into a huge hall full of these beds with paralysed people on them. They were all wearing the pillow suits and slippers. They were watching a huge TV.
The man next to Sam was having his feet lightly tickled by some nurses.
“we were told to tickle you for trying to bite us!” the said
the man was barely laughing but turned to Sam.
“what you here for?” he asked.
“forced foot tickling. You?”
“forced full body gang tickling. Its better than the feet though.”
then the nurses wheeled the man out of the room still tickling as they did.
Sam heard them talking.
“we will have to tickle you more for talking!”
Sam looked away and watched TV for a while. After an hour he was wheeled back to his room.
“hope you enjoyed that!”
“doctor bee? Why are all the patients wearing the pillow suits?” he asked
“the suits are made with some sort of material that can tickle them anywhere.” he said plainly.
“take your slippers for example.” he flicked a switch and they stopped massaging his feet. “they can be switched of or-” he flicked another switch and they started to tickle his feet with thousands of tiny brushes. “turned to tickling!” the doctor stood up and walked out of the door leaving Sam with the tickling slippers still on his feet. Somehow this was worst than the other tortures. This never varied and never had him laughing into unconsciousness. After two hours of steady tickling they were turned back to massaging. He was aloud to got to sleep.
He woke up the next day to a feather stroking his foot.
“right time for the new day!”
Sam's mind began racing what he thought was a dream was suddenly all too real.
“remember! This will happen everyday until you die!!!” cried doctor bee.
After breakfast and showering he was taken for his 1st tickling session today.
The beginning of the rest of his ticklish future had began!
THE END
hope you liked it.
please comment on it!!
