Foot Tickling Stories Novels & Stories

He laughed even more as the kids grabbed each arm and Nick knelled over me, tickling my stomach. “Damn it…NICK!” I tried my damndest to break free, but to no avail. He stopped though, as Terri walked in, her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised. “Do I even wanna know?” Nick moved off of me, offering his hand to help me up. “The kids and I were talking, than Resa came, and we had an old time tickle fest.” “Tickling? How fun,” she said, sneering.

“No. But I’m told the video shows me enjoying being raped.” “Have you seen it?” she asked. I shook my head no. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to see them be proven right. “Have you ever had anyone tickle you?” Wait, what? “Hasn’t everyone?” She gave me a warm smile. “Most people have. When someone is tickling you, can you easily control your reaction?” I shook my head, and wondered where she was going with this. Nate lowered his head onto my lap, and let his tongue out in a wolf laugh. “I usually end up hitting or kicking the person tickling me.”

“ Haven't you learned your lesson yet? James’ voice carried a teasing edge, but I refused to react. I sat still, pretending not to notice as he pulled a sock over my foot. My silence didn’t fool him. A sudden sensation—light, fleeting—brushed against the sole of my foot. Twice. I gasped. My entire body tensed as a sharp jolt of ticklish agony shot through me. Heat rushed to my face as I instinctively curled inward, seeking refuge in the closest safe haven—his arms. "No—James—!" My voice came out in a half-gasp, half-laugh, already pleading for mercy. I wasn’t afraid of tickles on my armpits, neck, or waist, but my feet? My feet were my weakness.

That's why I need a strong Mistress and Master with me to keep me out of trouble. The more I licked his foot, the farther I fell. The humiliation was beginning to lead me farther down the rabbit hole. I began to lick the sole of his foot. I licked until I could no longer taste the nastiness. Then I began with his little toe. I put it in my mouth and began sucking on it. I acted like it was a little cock and pretended to give it a blowjob. One after another, I sucked each toe on his foot until all the taste was gone. Then, I repeated the entire process on his other foot.

Not a super well known fact by many, but I’m ridiculously ticklish and the spontaneous reminder definitely altered my earlier stance on keeping quiet about what I was feeling. “Pfftt....HEY! Hahahahaha c’mon, fine! Fine, just hehehehehe STOP! Don’t tickle ME! That’s hahahahaHAHA so FUCKED!” I squeezed my eyes shut and howled with laughter. Nimble fingers poked and prodded all over my midsection mercilessly, leaving me defenseless against the attack. She wouldn’t cut it out, and for some reason that pushed me into a strange realm of confused fondness.