I love to do close-ups of dangling and arches, toes, and tying up my ankles. I was having a blast. I must have had about 150 pictures to go through when our son woke up calling out my name. I didn’t have time to put anything away. I just hurried, took off my shoes and threw them under the desk. I put on some sweat pants and went upstairs to get him back to sleep. I picked him up and went to go watch some TV. That’s when I noticed that I hadn’t put any socks on and you could see that I was wearing nylons!
Luckily my son was too sleepy to care and he never saw them. Soon he was sleeping again, and as I got up, there was a knock on the door.
I was still holding my son, so I went over to the window to peek out through the blinds to see who was there. I saw my wife’s friend, Trisha starring back at me through the window and waving. She yelled at me to let her in, so I unlocked the door and hurried down the hall so that she didn’t see my feet. I came back with some socks on and asked how she was doing. “Not too bad, I guess. I should have called first. Where is Kelly?”
“Playing cards. She won’t be home until late. You’re welcome to stay for a while if you want. Why are you so dressed up?”“I had to come up for a big meeting at the last minute. They gave me about 10 minutes to run into my house and get a couple of things that I had forgotten. I grabbed another pair of shoes while I was in there, so I just kept wearing these until I could go shopping tomorrow.”
“Your feet must be tired from walking in those 4 inch pumps all day.”
“They’re not too bad.” Trisha said. “You get used to it after awhile, but I sure could use a foot rub right now after wearing them for 14 hours.“I couldn’t believe how luckily I was. I have a pretty big foot fetish along with one for nylons, high heels and tickling. How could I say no? So I offered her a massage and she readily accepted. “Do you want anything to drink before I start, because once I start you will hate it when I stop.”Trisha asked for a glass of water so I filled a glass and brought it over to the couch where she was sitting. I sat down next to her and she lifted her legs and set them on my lap. First I slid off her left shoe. I could smell the sweat scent coming off of her foot. It was a little warm and damp. My fingers started to glide over her foot and she moaned with pleasure, telling me how great it felt.I was hoping that Trisha hadn’t noticed that I was starting to get hard. Between the smells and the touching of her foot, I was in heaven. After about five minutes, I figured I would try a little tickling. I asked if everything was okay with her and how she’d been, just trying to make some small talk.“I’m just so busy right now with my new promotion at work, building a house, and getting ready for the holidays, that I don’t even remember the last time that I even had a good laugh.”
I can’t believe that she had just said that. “Did she notice my hardness?” I wondered. “Was she just toying with me?” I didn’t know, but I told her that I could help her with the laughing part and started to tickle her left foot.She tried to pull her foot away, but I had a good grip. I was dragging my fingers up and down the sole of her foot. She was laughing pretty good and was trying to ask me to stop, “Please ha,ha, he,heee, you can’t keep tickling me. I’m so ticklish! I can’t stand it, he, he, he just go ha, ha, back to rubbing my feet.”
“You’re such a wimp. I can’t believe that you can’t take a little tickling on one foot. You’re just lucky that my son is sleeping. Here, let me take off your right shoe and I’ll be nice and massage your foot.”I got back to massaging her feet and watching some more TV when an ad came on for a cop show showing someone being handcuffed. Trisha then asked me out of the blue if I still bought those bondage magazines. I think I must have turned 5 shades of red and asked her what she meant.“I just remember that one of your friends always would bring it up when there were a lot of people around. I always wondered if it was true.” Trisha said.I told her that it was true. I explained that I bought a few, but it wasn’t the S&M kind. It was, “love bondage.”She took a big sip of her water and said, “Okay,” and she told me that she was sorry for embarrassing me.I was thinking that I didn’t know how long I could hold out without tickling both of her feet at once when she suddenly surprised me by saying, “If you want, you can put some handcuffs on me while you’re massaging my feet. That way, if you tickle my feet by accident, I won’t fling my arms around. Do you still have some handcuffs?” Trisha asked.I told her that I bet I could find a pair downstairs and went to go get them. As I got up, my dick was as hard as a rock and I think that she noticed it. As I walked towards the basement stairs, my son woke up again and was calling my name. I whispered to Trisha that I had to get him back to sleep and I would be right back.I was sitting down with my son in his room when I heard Trisha get up and start walking towards the stairs. She must have put her shoes back on because I heard them clicking on the hardwood floor. All of a sudden I thought of what I had opened on the computer and also remembered that my shoes were under the desk. I tried to put my son down, but he wouldn’t do it. I didn’t have a clue about what she would think.About 10 minutes later, my son fell asleep. I laid him down and headed downstairs to meet up with Trisha. As I headed down I said to her, “Trisha, I don’t know what you saw, but I can explain.”There was no answer. Much to my surprise, I saw that my shoes were on the stairs. After I got all the way downstairs, I saw that Trisha had tied herself into a tight hogtie, and gagged and blindfolded herself with two scarves.
“I hope you didn’t mind that I tied myself up. I figured that would be the only way you could tickle me like I need to be tickled. I love the pictures of your feet with your shoes on. I want you to put them on when you tickle my feet. One of us has to be wearing pumps and I can’t if you are going to tickle me really good. P.S. If I don’t think you’re doing a good job, I’m going to put them on Facebook for everyone you know to see you in your shoes and the photos you made up in Photoshop, too. You can check your sent e-mail and see that I already sent them to myself. Good luck.”
I was speechless. Here was one of my wife’s friends wanting me to tickle her. I didn’t want all of my friends to see those pictures, so I had to do what she told me to do. First thing I did was to take off my sweats and put my shoes back on. As I slid my feet back into those shoes, I was starting to get hard as a rock. I didn’t want to disappoint Trisha, so I went to work on her ribs first. It was a good thing that she had tied herself up so well, because she was very ticklish and I could tell that she could not get away. She was trying to squirm away, but I moved over and sat and straddled her back, facing her nyloned covered feet.I told her, “Now you’re really in trouble!” Unable to move with her feet right in front of me, I started to tickle her feet with both hands. I could feel her wiggling and squirming and trying to get away. I laughed and told her that I wanted to do a good job. I didn’t want anybody else to find out my secret. That’s when I felt her hands reach up between my legs and grab hold of my dick. I told Trisha, “I’m going to keep tickling you until you make me cum. I don’t care how long that might take. It’s all up to you”Trisha started trying to talk, but I kept tickling. After about fifteen minutes, I thought it would be nice to give her a little break. Trisha was very sweaty and I asked if she was thirsty.She shook her head “yes,” so I ungaged her and gave her a another sip of water. Then she told me how much fun she was having and asked me if I could do her a favor. “I want you to prop a couple of big pillows under my chest so that you can slide yourself right up to my mouth. I want to give you a blowjob while you reach over me and tickle my feet, and please don’t stop tickling until you cum no matter how much I beg.” I couldn’t say no to that, so I slid the pillows under her and moved myself into position. She had enough room for me to slide under her without having to move her head too much. This way, her neck would not get too stiff. I was hard already when she took me all the way down. I could tell it wouldn’t take me long to cum, so I had to get busy tickling Trisha’s feet. I reached over her back and started to tickle her toes. She started to laugh, but it was muffled because her mouth was full!I was getting so close to Cumming when she pulled up her head and pleaded, “Please stop tickling. I can’t take it! Ha, Ha, please just let me finish without you tickling.”
As I kept tickling, I told her that I couldn’t do that. If she wanted the tickling to stop, she had better get busy and get me off. After I told her that, she was going crazy, between being tickled and trying to get me off. I thought that she was going to break her neck. After about 5 more minutes I came and she sucked up every last drop. Then she just rolled over onto her side and asked if I would rub her pussy and clit. After what she had just done for me, how could I say no?After only about a couple of minutes, she came in waves. After she caught her breath, she asked me to untie her. Afterwards, as we were cleaning up, I asked her if I had done a good job of tickling her.Trisha said, “I think you did all right, but if you don’t want anybody to find out, you’ll have to do that to me again next month when I come back, when Kelly has cards.” We went upstairs and watched a little more TV. I gave her a pillow and then I went to bed. About 2 hours later, Kelly came home and told me that it was too bad that Trisha was around because she wanted to play downstairs. I just smiled.