I love my job, I really do, but it doesn't pay much and there are times when I am struggling to make ends meet. I often think of what it would be like to be taken care of and not have to worry about money issues. So what if I agreed to be a rich man's foot tickle toy? What might the arraingement be?
The first is that I would be an "on call' tickle toy that would have all my bills paid by my ticklefactor or should I say benefactor. To live bill free I would have to be available at the beck and call of my ticklefactor and let him do anything with my feet. I would have to bare them on demand, take hours or even days of tickle torture with all types of tools and wear sexy footwear that reveals toes and soles as much as possible. He could tickle me anywhere. He might come to my office and insist on playing with my bare soles until my co-workers would hear me laughing behind my office door. At an expensive restaurant, I would have to slip my shoes off under the table and place my feet in his lap so that he could rake a fork up and down them and watch with glee as the waiter tries to take my order through my giggling. At our favorite nightclub, when we were brought to our sectioned off area, I would be required to remove my shoes and the waiter would take them away. I would lounge back in a chair with a drink while the ticklefactor would tease my soles, focusing on the arches. As his friends come to visit, he would show them my smooth pink, arches and encourage them to give me a tickle. At times, both feet would be tortured while others visiting our area would loiter to see if they would be offered the chance to rake their fingers down my soles. And then goiing home that night, I would have to submit to hours and hours of tickling on my bare, bound soles.
The other scenario would be living as a tickle toy in some big mansion by the water. I would have the benefit of being able to lounge on the beach and watch televison, listen to music or relax in other ways all day long. The caveat would be that I must be barefoot at all times. Throughout the day I would have mandatory tasks. I would have to have a pedicure every day to make my feet soft and perfect. At a designated time, one of the house staff would be required to moisturize my feet and soles, rubbing cream in between my toes, down the sides of my foot, up the arches and over the heels to make my feet more sensitive when my ticklefactor comes home.
If he was going to be late, another housestaff member would be given the task of tickling my soles for a half hour while telling me in detail what the ticklefactor has planned for me and the threats if I don't cooperate,
Right before the ticklefactor comes home my feet would be adorned with ribbons and toe cuffs with small chains that tickle down my soles when I move the toes to let me know that i belong to the ticklefactor. And then I would have to take my position, lounging in the living room, on my stomach, bare soles up and ready so that when he walks through the door he can be greeted by my soft, ticklish feet.
This would be a harder job as I imagine the tickling sessions to be much longer, the tools made specifically to find each sensitive nerve in my foot and knowing that I am never allowed to wear shoes. Hellish tickle torture every day.
Hmmm bills or tickling? Any rich ticklers out there looking to support a tickle toy?...
The first is that I would be an "on call' tickle toy that would have all my bills paid by my ticklefactor or should I say benefactor. To live bill free I would have to be available at the beck and call of my ticklefactor and let him do anything with my feet. I would have to bare them on demand, take hours or even days of tickle torture with all types of tools and wear sexy footwear that reveals toes and soles as much as possible. He could tickle me anywhere. He might come to my office and insist on playing with my bare soles until my co-workers would hear me laughing behind my office door. At an expensive restaurant, I would have to slip my shoes off under the table and place my feet in his lap so that he could rake a fork up and down them and watch with glee as the waiter tries to take my order through my giggling. At our favorite nightclub, when we were brought to our sectioned off area, I would be required to remove my shoes and the waiter would take them away. I would lounge back in a chair with a drink while the ticklefactor would tease my soles, focusing on the arches. As his friends come to visit, he would show them my smooth pink, arches and encourage them to give me a tickle. At times, both feet would be tortured while others visiting our area would loiter to see if they would be offered the chance to rake their fingers down my soles. And then goiing home that night, I would have to submit to hours and hours of tickling on my bare, bound soles.
The other scenario would be living as a tickle toy in some big mansion by the water. I would have the benefit of being able to lounge on the beach and watch televison, listen to music or relax in other ways all day long. The caveat would be that I must be barefoot at all times. Throughout the day I would have mandatory tasks. I would have to have a pedicure every day to make my feet soft and perfect. At a designated time, one of the house staff would be required to moisturize my feet and soles, rubbing cream in between my toes, down the sides of my foot, up the arches and over the heels to make my feet more sensitive when my ticklefactor comes home.
If he was going to be late, another housestaff member would be given the task of tickling my soles for a half hour while telling me in detail what the ticklefactor has planned for me and the threats if I don't cooperate,
Right before the ticklefactor comes home my feet would be adorned with ribbons and toe cuffs with small chains that tickle down my soles when I move the toes to let me know that i belong to the ticklefactor. And then I would have to take my position, lounging in the living room, on my stomach, bare soles up and ready so that when he walks through the door he can be greeted by my soft, ticklish feet.
This would be a harder job as I imagine the tickling sessions to be much longer, the tools made specifically to find each sensitive nerve in my foot and knowing that I am never allowed to wear shoes. Hellish tickle torture every day.
Hmmm bills or tickling? Any rich ticklers out there looking to support a tickle toy?...
