The CEO: Foot Tickle Fever! (Part 2)

Description: * this is part 2 of a dick destroying 10 part adventure! * he could tell i was on the full “you’re not breaking me!!” defensive, so the evil perv started suddenly massaging my soles at random while he was tickling! the sensation was completely confusing to the ever heightening nerve endings on my soles and i hated so much that his attempt to capture and foot tickle me was actually starting to work a little!!   i was actually starting to double back on my previous dread. perhaps at this point, it would just be better to moan and gasp at the mercy of a foot boy who’s passionately mouth-fucking my helpless feet, then to have my discipline techniques fall to the wayside and get bombarded with more relentless foot tickling?   maybe how sexy, detailed and alluring my soles looked - both in nylons, and as he ripped them clean off my feet, would encourage him to abandon this tickle-perversion in exchange for what i could only imagine would be that utter mouth-fucking? when a foot perv like him has soles like mine at his mercy, i can only hope there’s not much self control right?   i enjoy foot massages immensely, and the many times in my life a man has lost himself licking, kissing and sucking on my feet also felt incredible, but i still wasn’t all too thrilled about the prospect of having it done by him against my will! still, at this rate it’d be better than endless tickling!   at this point i could only cling to my discipline, take pride in my stubbornness and hope for the best, and in my current situation, him licking my helpless soles was definitely the lesser of two evils! even if it did mean getting turned on by it against my will!   i was wrong.  of all times, of all instances, it just had to be now didn’t it?   i say this with confusion, because i know for a fact that my soles looked sexy af when he peeled off those sweaty socks, and feasted his eyes on the soft, pink detailed canvas of my soles shining through those sexy little nylons. i know for a fact his dick danced in his pants!  it just wasn’t enough to curb his sick tickle obsession!! other than the odd passionate kiss and sniff of my soft, sweaty, gorgeous soles, my feet were greeted with more deranged tickles!  fingertips, an electric toothbrush and the firm bristles of a hair brush showed no interest in remorse, and what started as the dread of having my helpless soles licked, had turned full on into a vibrant hope and wish that he would just stop tickling and worship!!! to be continued… your ceo