Sweet, Sweet Revenge
(Posted on Tuesday, October 17, 2000)
This story was submitted by Foot Guy.

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After the last incident with Ashley that night in front of everyone, I felt that I needed revenge badly. On the following Saturday evening, I she invited me over to her. I met her parents very briefly. They were on their way out to a movie that started at 8 p.m., so from there it would only be me and Ashley. I was going to see to it that she be paid back for her action in the past.

To pull this off, I would have to be strong. I would make her bring her feet to me. This evening, Ashley was dressed in a simple white t-shirt with blue athletic shorts, socks and sneakers. This is her “around the house outfit” she says. We went to her basement to watch some TV. I sat on the floor in front on the couch. I tried to pay no attention to her feet. She walked in front of me and before getting on the couch, she kicked off her shoes, trying to be really noticeable. I only looked out from the corner of my eye.

She crawled up on the couch behind me rubbing my shoulders. “Have fun the other night?” Ashley asked me laughing.

“I can’t believe you'd do that to me.” I responded. She dropped her feet down into my lap from over my shoulders. “Ya know Ashley, there is absolutely no one here.” I reminded her.

“Yeah?” She replied curiously.

“That means there is nobody to hear you scream.” I told her as I started to maneuver to take her socks off.

“What are doing?” She asked me really concerned and suspicious.

I threw her socks at her shoes. “Payback Ashley.” I said. I began swirling fingers around her soles. She squealed and pulled her feet back. However, I did manage to hang on to her left foot.  I stood up, firmly holding that left foot. “Well Ashley, it seems that your outrageously sexy feet and dangerous attitude have gotten you into a little trouble.” I said.

She looked up at me as she held her left foot. That foot was helpless. It was mine. I’d say her feet were rather ticklish and she hated this. She knew it gave me power. I looked at this beautiful foot before me. This soft white sole. It wrinkled as she wiggled it. And these well cared for unpainted nails. Perfectly shaped toes. On some parts of the top of her foot I could still see the sock marks which meant her feet were still going to be sensitive from the confinement of shoes.

Holding her left ankle with my right hand, I twiddled my index and middle finger on her arch. She screamed and thrashed. It was a strong pull on her foot. I almost lost grip. Using one finger swirls, I circled up and down her soles, paying special attention to her arch. She thrashed left and right, squealing and laughing and begging me to stop. I had to find a way to get her right foot too, but that would be hard and I might lose grip on both of her feet.

I moved my fingers rapidly across the bottoms of her toes. “Hahahahahah! No, no, no! Hahaahahhahahah! It tick ... it tickticktickles! Stophahaa ha pleasehahahaa.” She begged.

I was raking my fingernails across her soles aggressively. The tears were welling up in her eyes. “You were right when you told Jen how I like to tickle!” I said. I received a couple of kicks in my chest as she tried to blast me away. My grip was too tight on her ankle to be knocked away that easily.

“I.. I.. I.. I’m.. Sor.. .I’m sorry. Pleasehaaahaahahahha.” She wailed.

By this point her shorts had rode up all way, exposing her legs completely. It was exciting. I had never seen this much of her legs before. While holding her ankle, I gave the back of her thigh a quick squeeze. I sat down with her. “Catch your breath.”  I told her as I ceased the tickling.

She panted for a moment. I couldn’t tell if she was mad. She didn’t seem mad, but I wasn’t sure. “You’re a dick!” She said laughing.

“Yea I know.”  I said.

“I can’t believe you did that!” She sort of yelled.

“Well you asked for it.” I told her.

“You know how ticklish I am.”

“I didn’t know you were that ticklish!” I exclaimed.

“I suppose that you’ve probably wanted to do that for years.” She said as she held her left foot straight out and rotated her ankle. “My poor left foot.” She said.

“I’m sorry Ashley, really.”  I tried to explain to her. She looked at me in a devious manner. She had something going on in that pretty head of hers. “For that little stunt I have a challenge for you.”

I was confused and yet curious as to what she meant by this. “I’m not sure if I follow what you mean.” I said.

“Here’s the bet. I want you to tickle me until you cum. If you don’t cum, you will never enjoy my feet again, got it footboy?”

She had gotten me again! Somehow she had managed to turn this thing around on me. “Umm, well, I uh, I guess I have no choice huh?” I asked.

“Do you ever?” 

What a bitch! I grabbed those sexy feet of hers and I went to town! With both feet together in my hands, my fingers danced a wicked dance across her soles. I brushed my fingers rapidly across her toes, tips and bottoms.

“Hahahaahahaaa ahaheheheh ehhahahaha hahaha a!!!!” She screamed and wailed, trying to free her feet.

Ashley swayed back and forth, left and right, trying to free her poor ticklish feet. The trick to good tickling is the pinky fingers. They are the smallest fingers, sometimes the most pointy. With her arches pushed together, I forced my pinky finger in and out between her feet. This drove her nuts. I noticed that her arches seemed to be her weakness. However, I didn’t over exploit those delcious arches. Otherwise, they would lose their sensitivity.

It seemed that I was in a temporary heaven tickling these beautiful feet. I have a feeling that while I was tickling her, she began to regret making that bet, but I didn’t care. I was just following orders. No harm in that. The tears were streaming from her eyes. Her forehead was beaded with sweat as she thrashed left and right trying to break her feet free from me.

Suddenly I could feel it. It was goning to happen. I tickled her for as long as I could until an orgasm overcame me. (Not pun intended.) The tickling stopped as a I sat back, letting go of her ankles. Ashley just laid there laughing hysterically, trying to catch her breath.

“Are you ok? What happened?” She asked.

“It happened. I came.” I told her.

She moved my arm to see the spot on my shorts. “Oh my god, you did!” She began laughing. What a bitch, I must reiterate. “Well that’s no fair. I didn’t cum.” She pouted.

I felt that I owed it to her. I slid off her shorts and underwear. I laid on the couch as she climbed onto my face. She barely had the strength to not collapse on me! As soon as I began to tongue her, I heard her say, “That tickles a little.”

Here we go again!