The Tickle Asylum: The Hog-Tied House Pet

Description: While the primary focus and means to recovery and rehabilitation here at the tickle asylum is undoubtably in the form of unimaginable pleasure, need, desire, delicious desperation and lust filled laughter, it’s not all fun and games for our patients… no.  it has always been my firm belief that a healthy dose of stern domination be sprinkled into our patients regular and vigorous regime of sensual domination, particularly for those like mr. wilson, whom have extended stays with us. this is exactly why our “hog-tie house pet protocol” has been a long held and immensely effective routine in the systematic sexual overload of our male foot patients since the dawn of our establishment. not only do we get to spend invaluable quality time with our foot boys outside of their regular scheduled treatments… not only to the girls and i get to have our soft, luscious, beautiful soles kissed, sniffed, adored and mouth fucked while we pick away at tedious housekeeping, patient overviews and reports... (all of which aren’t nearly as fun as spending an afternoon alternating between sucking a mans helpless cock and kissing his impressively cute soles until he’s begging like a wild, desperate fool!)  but most importantly, it’s a vital time to effortlessly take complete advantage and control of the patient’s foot fetish itself! subjecting them to what i’ve come to learn they all so clearly fucking love:  soft, gentle, stern, simple, undeniable domination by the sole!  being utterly owned and dominated by a soft, sexy, wrinkled detailed pair of soles that, as their treatments continue, they quickly begin to literally live for! and, dear guest, can you really blame them? as you watch the soft, warm, plump pad of my sole press into his hungry, horny, lucky face, wouldn’t you be living your life for them too? the skin of my soles creamy, satin-like, if satin could be 10x softer than its current form. pink on the sole and pale white on the top, creating a visual contrast that screams to you simply:  beauty.  wrinkled in the most subtle yet obvious way, as if painted by an artist trying with desperate love to capture beauty in its rawest form. the sight of my soles, my arches, my toes, popping off the paper in the same way they effortlessly encourage your cock to pop from it’s home in your pants! sweet like the spring flowers, as you lovingly inhale; roses, vanilla, caramel, swirling through your senses at the very dawn of that passionate sniff, only to be followed by more… a faint but undeniable hint of the hot, sexy, sweaty leather of a high heel pump that was kissing my soles only 1 short hour ago. paradise. if scent had a “perfection” this would be it. and sensitive. your kisses bringing gentle goosebumps, your licks inducing happy shivers that ripple up and down my spine, and your primal toe sucking bringing even more… a gentle connection to my clit.  your mind swirls knowing that even though i won’t let you, even though you're tied up, and even though you’re nothing more than a house pet for my casual amusement, you’re pleasuring me! as my perfect heels rest in his open mouth - the perfect, loving foot rest, and my hot-red toes flex and curl away at your heart strings, wouldn’t you realize that you had woken up in paradise too? as the ridiculously obvious, detailed and amazing arch wrinkles pop out of your screen, wrapping gently but deeply from my soles, to the side of my foot where sole meets top, wouldn’t you do exactly as he does in his position? live for my feet? love with all your heart and cock, my soles? in this simple showcase of our prized procedure, i have full and happily amused confidence that you know the power, importance and beauty of this subtle but sublime art form.  the “hog-tie house protocol” is a wonder to behold, and will remain a staple here at the tickle asylum forever. to be continued... -dr. gwen grey