Well, it is another quiet night. My playmates must all be out doing some real tickling while I sit at home in front of this computer grinding my bare feet into the rug. I love being barefoot, letting my soles feel the textures and temperatures throughout my house. I feel the light tickle of the fabric of the rug as I walk along. I feel the cool linoleum of the kitchen floor, the smoothness of the hardwood floor. And since I have been using gel socks, pedi-spins, and parafin treatments to keep my feet super soft, I feel every little thing.
As I swing my feet up onto the couch, I imagine a little game I play with my ler. He blindfolds me and then (because he knows I love it so much) he ties my ankles together tightly. The game is that I have to identify the object that is used on my bare soles and toes. The kicker is that the tickling with the object goes on until I guess what it is.
Some are easy.....fingers that scrabble down my soles and tickle the pads of my toes, electric toothbrushes that drive me insane as the bristles whirr between my toes and on the sides of my arches, light feathers that brush through my toes and the quill end going right up the middle of the helpless, bare soles from heel to toes.
Some take a little longer, the feel of something sharp and pointy that drives my arch insane. Is it a ball point pen? A protractor? a single tine of a fork? The feel of it running around my foot is driving me crazy. I am in a frenzy to get it right, but I always guess wrong. Now it is tickling my toes and running just under the toes and I find I can no longer answer due to my laughter. The ler finally lets me catch my breath and I scream out everything I can think of.
I finally identify it and the game is over. Now it is time for my reward....or so I think. The ler goes into full fledged tickling of both extremely sensitive and helpless pink soles with his fingers. He informs me that it took me 20 minutes to guess the item so I get 20 minutes of tickling now. His fingers are everywhere, playing with my arches , along the sides, under the toes. I am helpless with laughter but I am finally able to gasp out....
"But I won! What is my prize?"
"This." I suddenly feel the lers warm breath tickle my arch before his tounge darts out and runs up the length of my foot. I shudder. The tounge is now darting in between my toes, tickling and leaving a warm, wet, trail behind. And then I feel his warm, wet mouth close over my first and second toe. It feels wonderful, erotic. His tounge swirls around the toe pad and he playfully tickles the sole of the foot with his fingers. The sensations are overwhelming and i am blissful. I could play this game every night.
He suddenly pulls his mouth away and I let out a groan of disappointment. He goes back to tickling both soles with his fingers.
"Now that you guessed alll the objects, we have to use them. But don't worry, after every tickle with an object you get another prize....he leans down sucking my baby toe and the stirring starts again.
This is going to be one long night......
As I swing my feet up onto the couch, I imagine a little game I play with my ler. He blindfolds me and then (because he knows I love it so much) he ties my ankles together tightly. The game is that I have to identify the object that is used on my bare soles and toes. The kicker is that the tickling with the object goes on until I guess what it is.
Some are easy.....fingers that scrabble down my soles and tickle the pads of my toes, electric toothbrushes that drive me insane as the bristles whirr between my toes and on the sides of my arches, light feathers that brush through my toes and the quill end going right up the middle of the helpless, bare soles from heel to toes.
Some take a little longer, the feel of something sharp and pointy that drives my arch insane. Is it a ball point pen? A protractor? a single tine of a fork? The feel of it running around my foot is driving me crazy. I am in a frenzy to get it right, but I always guess wrong. Now it is tickling my toes and running just under the toes and I find I can no longer answer due to my laughter. The ler finally lets me catch my breath and I scream out everything I can think of.
I finally identify it and the game is over. Now it is time for my reward....or so I think. The ler goes into full fledged tickling of both extremely sensitive and helpless pink soles with his fingers. He informs me that it took me 20 minutes to guess the item so I get 20 minutes of tickling now. His fingers are everywhere, playing with my arches , along the sides, under the toes. I am helpless with laughter but I am finally able to gasp out....
"But I won! What is my prize?"
"This." I suddenly feel the lers warm breath tickle my arch before his tounge darts out and runs up the length of my foot. I shudder. The tounge is now darting in between my toes, tickling and leaving a warm, wet, trail behind. And then I feel his warm, wet mouth close over my first and second toe. It feels wonderful, erotic. His tounge swirls around the toe pad and he playfully tickles the sole of the foot with his fingers. The sensations are overwhelming and i am blissful. I could play this game every night.
He suddenly pulls his mouth away and I let out a groan of disappointment. He goes back to tickling both soles with his fingers.
"Now that you guessed alll the objects, we have to use them. But don't worry, after every tickle with an object you get another prize....he leans down sucking my baby toe and the stirring starts again.
This is going to be one long night......
