Tickled In Heels, Part 1
(Posted on Tuesday, August 29, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously by Casey C.
I can hardly believe what happened to me recently. I'll tell you my story as I remember it.
Our son was going to spend the night at his grandparents house. On the way out of the door my wife said that she would call when she left her parentís house so that I could be ready when she got home. To her, being eady means tied up and ready to be tickled. I love it when she tickles me! She also allows me make it better because I can wear some nylons and 4" black pumps.
As soon as she left, I started to get ready. I got the ropes out of the bag that they stay in, along with my heels and nylons. I had to get the ratchet pulleys up to the ceiling, two for my hands and two for my feet.
Today I thought that I would try something new, I would hide the video camera in the corner. This way when she saw me, I could see her reaction. All was set, my nylons were on and so were my pumps. The ropes were tied to the ceiling. Now all I had to do was to wait for her to call. The trip from her parentís house would give me enough time to get ready.
When the phone rang, I answered right away. She said, "I'm about to leave. I hope you'll be ready in time."
I told her that I would and said, "I love you! See you soon."
Now the time was here. The last thing that I had to do was to start the program on power point. It listed all the thing that she should do to me.
1. Be Nice.
2. Stroke my legs, tickle my feet.
3. Leave my shoes on for a little bit.
4. Don't forget to tickle the top of my toes.
I also made a chart that shows where I should be tickled the most. On the chart it had:
As the program ran, it also said, "Tickle me more. Don't stop even if I ask. Tickle me to make me cum." With that running I started to tie myself up. First I tied the straps to my ankles. It has two rings on it. This way it doesnít get tight on my ankles. Each leg gets tied apart from each other in three ways. One rope to the ceiling. One rope to the pole on the side of me. And one to the bottom of my chair. When they are all tied, I can hardly move my foot at all. That' the best way to be tickled, when you can't get away.
After my legs were done, I tied my arms. I have straps that my wrists go through with a ring on it. This way it doesnít get tight on my wrist. Also, it helps me to tie my hands because I use handcuffs to connect the rings from my hand to the rings on the pulley.
With my hands ready, I put on the blindfold. I sat with my legs in the air, flexing my feet, waiting and wondering how long until I hear the car pull up. I hear cars go by, but none pull up in the driveway. Finally I hear it. She's home. I hurry up and strap one hand to the handcuff. Then the phone starts to ring. There's no need to answer as I can't move off of the chairs, so I continue on and click the second cuff shut.
I start to pull the rope to tighten it. The pulleys are great. They only release when you hold a lever on the side, so it won't loosen by itself. With it clicking, I get my hands tight now and I am ready. So is my tool. It gets hard as a rock knowing what is going to happen. I can't get loose until she's done tickling me and doing whatever she wants to me!
Then something happened. I wasnít ready for it. Instead of coming right inside as my wife would, there was a fast knock. I didnít know what to do. Then the door opened. I had forgotten to lock it when I had come home!
I hear someone say hello while at the same time the answering machine starts to take a message. "Hey, it's me. I hope that you are not waiting for me just yet. We're all going to grandma and grandpa's house. My aunt and cousins are in from out of town and they want to see us. I'll call you when I'm on my way home. It will be a couple of hours."
At that time I recognize the voice who had earlier said hello to me. It's Aunt Chris. "What is she doing here?" I think to myself. "What am I going to do?"
She yell's down. "I hope you don't mind. I have
to go to the bathroom. I couldn't make it home I had too many drinks."
She runs to the bathroom on the first floor. I can hear the sounder of her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
I have no idea what to do. I try to get my hands loose. Not a chance. They won't move at all. "How can I get her to leave without coming down stairs." I think to myself.
I hear a flush. Then the sound of heels walking towards the stairs as she calls down, "I hope I didn't disturb something, but if the door had been locked I would of have peed my pants."
I told her that was ok and, making up a quick story, I told her that I had just gotten of the shower. She said that she could let herself out. But then she sudenly asked if I would like to have a beer with her because "John" was gone for the weekend and she didn't feel like going home right away. She also yelled out that she was a little too drunk to drive anyway. The she said, "Kelly won't be home for a couple of hours." Clearly she had heard my wife's message on the machine.
I heard the fridge door open and two bottles clinging together and then the click clack of her high heels coming down the stairs. I had to think of something. "What would she say when she saw me like this?" I thought to myself. I suddenly yelled out, "Stop. Before you come down here, you have to promise never to tell a living soul what you are about to see."
Her reply was, "Come on. What? Are you in a towel or something?" She obviously knew that me being in a towel wouldn't bother her, so she began to head down the stairs. Before I knew it, and after obviously seeing me, she said, "It looks like you are ready for a good time. Did you do this to yourself?"
I didn't say anything for a second. I didnít know what to say. Then she laughed. "Nice shoes. They are the same ones that I have on right now. Only yours don't have the open sides." Then her hand touched my right foot. I tried to move it, but it didnít budge. I had tied myself too good. "Looks like you like to play with the computer." She said. I had forgotten about the program that was running. "I'm lucky Kelly won't be home for awhile. I'm going to be busy fulfilling your wish list."
All of a sudden something cold was against my balls. "Wanna' drink?" I could hear her say. Then the other beer bottle was against my lips. I took a big swig. "Looks like you've done this before once or twice. I never would have guessed that you were so kinky, but now that I think about it, I thought I saw you staring at my feet before. Thats why I would dangle my shoes. I would always catch you looking."
I said, "OK. You caught me. I have a thing for feet and shoes."
"And for tickling." She reminded me as she onviously looked to the screen. She was reading along outloud as it was scrolling by. "Hmmm. Be nice. I'm always nice." She said. Then she continued to read along. "Stroke my legs. Tickle my feet. That sounds like a lot of fun because I love to tickle, especially feet that are in nylons."
Now I was beginning to think I might be in trouble. She continued to read from the prepared script, adding her own commentary. "Leave my shoes on for a little bit. Ah, you do love high heels. Those look great on you. Don't foget the tops of my toes. Hmmm, these?" Then I felt her nails tickling my toes on my left foot. She could reach them while at the computer. I wiggled, but it didnít help. She just kept tickling my foot up and down while she continued to read.
"Wow, this is a fancy chart." She told me. Once again she read from the script, again adding her own commentary. "Arms, sides, legs, butt, feet. You just want everything tickled." Now her fingers were trying to get into the side of my shoes. I tried to keep them out and not laugh, but she was too fast.
"You did a nice job of tying yourself up. You can hardly wiggle your feet. That's good, because I'm going to have a lot of fun with you before I go." She continued reading outloud from my script. "Don't stop tickling me even if I ask." Then she added, "Wow. You must really like to be tickled, even more than my girlfriend."
Again from the script she read, "Tickle me to make me cum." Commenting on that, she said, "I'll try, but that might take some time. But that's all right since we have at least a couple of hours. That should be enough time." With that said, she started to tickle both of my feet at the same time. I was trying not to laugh, but soon I started to giggle. She was tickling my arches and my toes. Her fingers danced all over my feet!
I told her that if she left now and didn't tell anybody, I would forgive her. She laughed. "Who are you going to tell? That would be a good story." She was still tickling both of my feet lightly, but steadily using her nails, sliding them in my shoes and over my toes. It was non-stop.
As she thought outloud, she mocked me by saying, "I was at home tied up in nylons and high heels in my basement, minding my own business, when Aunt Chris came in and tickled me and wouldn't stop." Then she added, "I would just love to hear you tell someone that." She was right. I was at her mercy.
I didn't know what to do. My head was still whirling for all that had happened so far. What would she do next? I didnít have to wait any longer. I felt her hands on my dick. I gasped as she said, "Looks like you didn't see that coming. Get it? Didn't see it?" I couldn't see anything. I was still blindfolded. Slowly she began to stroke my manhood. It was as hard as a rock. "Looks like you like being tied up." She said. Then she took her other hand and began to scratch my butt. I tried to move away, but with no luck. With my legs tied in the air, I couldn't get any leverage.
She had only been rubbing me for a short time, but I was already close to cumming. "Not just yet." She said as she suddenly stopped everything. I was so close that it almost hurt. I could hear the chair for the computer desk being moved and then stopped right in front off me.
"Now what are you going to do?" I asked.
She didn't answer me. Instead, the beer bottle was up to my lips again as she said, "Drink up. Your throat will get dry soon with all of the laughing that you'll be doing." She held the bottle up so that i could drink it until it was empty. I started to calm down. Then I felt her foot flicking my dick and the other one playing with my balls. Those black pumps of hers were a touch cold.
"This is so much fun." She said. "I sure am glad I had to pee. I would have hated to miss this." Then, while still playing with me, she started to tickle both of my feet again at the same time. "I just love to do this, first I tickle your toes and then your nylon covered arches. I don't know which I like to do better. I can tell that your're getting close again." With that, she stopped using her feet on my dick and moved them up to my sides. "Look. I can tickle your sides at the same time that I tickle your feet." She happily annonced. I was trying not to laugh, but giggles kept coming through. "Oh come on. I want to hear a big laugh."
She tickled my feet even faster. At least my shoes were still on and her fingers couldn't get to the soles of my feet very well. I kept wiggling trying to avoid her tickling fingers. "Pretty soon these shoes are coming off." She told me. "Then I know youíll really be laughing and begging me to stop. Tickling your feet in nylons seems to make them even more ticklish. That's going to be too bad for you because you wrote that I shouldn't stop, even if you ask. What were you thinking about when you wrote that?" Then both of her hands were on my dick again, this time stroking very lightly and slowly.
I was starting to become worn out from all that was going on. All of a sudden I felt her lips on me, taking all of me from top to bottom. At the same time, one hand worked it's way back up my leg and then began to tickle my toes. Then right back inside my shoe on the bottom of my foot. The other hand began to stroke my butt. I didnít think I could get any harder, but I was wrong.
She kept going and going. I thought that I was going to expload. I was on the edge when she stopped with her mouth. "Not yet. We still have a lot of time left." After she said that, she started tickling both of my feet again very fast and with a purpose. "If you can cum with me just tickling your feet right now, I'll let uou tickle me."
The thought of getting to tickle her was driving me wilde. I was trying to make it happen, to cum, and it was getting close. After another couple of minutes, I would expload. But then she said, "Time's up on my offer." She stopped and went back to sitting in the chair as she used her feet on my armpits while continuing to tickle my feet. I was so hard that I needed to cum, but that wasn't going to happen just then.
The tickling was non-stop. Then all of a sudden the phone began to ring, "I wonder who could be calling?" Aunt Chris asked outloud. Speaking to the caller she said, "Hello? Hi Lisa. You'll never guess what I'm doing right now. It is what we just talked about in the bar." This didn't sound too good for me. I had no idea who Lisa was. I kept listening as she kept tickling my right foot while she talked on the phone. Once in awile she would use her foot to rub my hard dick.
Her phone conversation with Lisa continued. "I never would have guessed that our fantasy would come true so fast after talking about it. You have to come over right now. We only have about an hour and a half until we have to be gone." She was telling her friend to come over. I couldn't believe it. Finishing her conversation she said, "I hope that you still have your outfit on. I still have mine on." Then she gave my address and said, "See you in five minutes."
Now it had gone too far. I started to complain, though I was of course very turned on by the whole scenario. "I can't believe that you invited someone else over, someone I don't know."
"I think that you might remember her from the Christmas party." She explained. "She is the one who wore the four inch red pumps. She had said that they were her Christmas shoes." I did remember. I remember that I couldn't stop looking at those shoes and that woman when we were there.
I could hear her taking off something. out of curiosity I asked what she was doing. She answered, "I have a body stocking on. I'm just taking off everything else but that and my shoes. This way, Lisa and I can be wearing the same outfits. Lisa is usually the one who gets tied up and tickled, so she might like to tickle someone else."
Then out of nowhere, she started to tickle my sides with her fingernails. "Did you think I forgot about you?" She asked. I tried to get out of the way of those fingers, but I was tied too tightly. She just kept tickling up and down my sides. "I have to get my tickles in now because Lisa is going to have a good time tickling sombody else for a change."
There was a knock on the door. Aunt Chris went up to get it. The clicking of her high heels sounded great. I heard her talking, but could not tell what she was saying. Then, coming back down the stairs, I could hear two pairs of high heels as Lisa said, "Wow, Chris. You were right. He does look like he's having a good time. Look at his rod."
My face must have started to go flush. Then I heard them laugh. "Look. You embarrassed him. I bet I can make him feel better." Lisa said. Suddenly I felt hands on both of my feet tickling my toes and then into the sides of my shoes. I started to giggle some more.
That's when I was caught off guard. Another hand was stroking my butt and lips were sucking hard on my cock. Fingers were working on my sides. "I can't do this!" I laughed outloud. "Ha, ha, hee, hee, ha, ha, no more!" I pleaded. They both laughed.
Remember what you wrote, Lisa reminded me. "Don't stop even if I ask." Lisa knew about my script, too. With that, she tickled my feet even faster.
I could hardly catch my breath, I was starting to cum when they both stopped. "Poor thing. We should have let him finish." Lisa said.
Then Aunt Chris spoke up. "Not just yet." Then I felt a set of fingers looking for the buckles of my shoes.
"Please leave them on. Please. I wont be able to stand having my feet tickled with no shoes on. The nylons make my feet real slippery. It will tickle too much. Please just leave my heels on." I begged.
It didn't matter what I said. My shoes were pulled off one at a time. After one was off, the second was just dangling on my toes. Then Aunt Chris said, "We'll make you a deal. If you can keep that shoe on until we're done with you, you can tie both of us up and tickle us all you want. But you have to leave your nylons and heels on."
Then I heard Lisa's talking to Aunt Chris. "Chris are you sure? You won't even let me tickle you."
"He won't be able to do it." Aunt Chris assured her friend, Lisa. "I'm not too worried."
I asked them how long it was until Kelly would get home because I couldn't see the clock. Chris answered, "About an hour. That should give you some time to tickle us if you make it." With that said, I felt one finger tickling my right arch, trying to get me to drop the shoe. It was making circles and moving up and down my arch very slowly.
I was trying not to wiggle, but that was very hard. Then another hand started to slowly tickle my left foot. Then two hands, both the tops and bottoms at the same time. They dragged their nails across both of my feet at the same time. I thought that I was going to go out of my mind. A mouth was on me again. I was getting close this time. I could tell that it was Lisa who was sucking my dick and she didn't stop. My orgasm was so strong that I was light-headed. "Look, my shoe is still on."
"I can't beleive it." Aunt Chris said. Then they started to untie me.
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This story was submitted anonymously by Casey C.
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