The Return of the Tickle Bandit: Sole No Mercy

Description: The return of the tickle bandit:sole no mercy  i wasn’t naive enough to think he wouldn’t be back anymore… he had left me, tied to my own kitchen table, panting in post orgasm bliss, just like he had left me all those years ago… after tickling, teasing, massaging and worshipping my helpless body to a hot, horny mess. and just like last time, my gut told me he’d be back. my gut told me there was something about me that this so called notorious tickle bandit craved… and now that i had done my research, taken a good look at my feet, and combined that with how good i must look all tied up, helpless, laughing and moaning, i can’t say i blame him.  i had also begun wising up to his ways, so i made the decision to accept that he had clearly mastered the art of stalking, spying and capturing. that looking over my shoulder waiting for it, or trying to anticipate his sneak attack, was not only a waste of time, but not conducive to a healthy, free life style. and so, i decided to say fuck it!  i left my doors and windows unlocked, put him in the back of my mind and went back to my normal life and routines! i had more than enough experience with him now to know that he meant me no harm. just laughter, pleasure and now, bound orgasms!  it had only been about 2 months - a far cry sooner than the 2 years he waited last time, when he returned once more… i swear he must be a complete master stalker by now, because there’s no way i could ever believe his timing is that good! what am i talking about? well, almost all of you are foot lovers right? and many of you are like him and have a weakness for tickling right? more specifically, tickling sexy, incredible soles like mine… right? well… he made his move after my bath!  after my hot, delicious, steamy bath. after i got out, dawned my satin bath rob, slathered my soles in rich, creamy foot lotion and covered them up with the booty slippers you’re about to go bonkers for! they’re slippers right? but in the shape n’ style of boots! and their lining? a thick, warm, fuzzy cotton! yea… now you get it. he had to have been watching! there’s no fucking way he’s just that lucky! i had been outta the bath for probably 40ish minutes when he stuck?  a rather convenient amount of time for all that lotion and warm, fuzzy slipper action to work its ticklish magic don’t ya think? a rather perfect amount of waiting time to just be explained by luck! now, even though the happy acceptance that i had my very own tickle, teasing, orgasm inflicting stalker had sunk in, that cloth, followed by the sudden darkness still takes a surprising toll on a girl! i awoke in a familiar position: tied. but something was different. my legs were tied weird. the sensation of them crossed took me a second to realize that he had gone out of his way to tie my ankles crossed on purpose! my soles were completely vulnerable in this position! i couldn’t use one sole to shield the other!  it didn’t take a genius to know what this was about: my ticklish feet were fucked! but far beyond that, my soft, pretty feet were still locked in my slipper boots! my feet were so fucked!  speaking of which, it wasn’t enough that he was about to ruthlessly tickle my satin soft, buttery pink and “constantly begging him to stop ticklish feet” he needed to go even further and fuck with my mind before peeling off my slippers! i was fully and completely straining all my attention on what was about to happen to my feet, when he straddled above my arms!? by the time he undid my robe and started to tickle and help himself to my helpless, quickly hardening nipples, i actually had the most distant hope that he’d leave my feet alone!  but his trip (for now) to the curvaceous roads of my upper body was impeccably brief, and just as quickly as he had given me hope, he took it away by slipping down to the foot of my bed and peeling away my first hot, soft, insanely fuzzy slipper. to be continued…xoxo-gwen