The CEO: Foot Tickle Fever! (Part 1)
*This is part 1 of a dick-destroying 10-part adventure!*
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In the meantime, I can summarize by giving you the facts: I'm the CEO of my own vastly successful company. I have extremely pampered, pretty feet - my soles are soft, plump, detailed, and fucking gorgeous. And, not that it's anyone's business, but said soles tend to be pretty ticklish from all the long hours in heels and hot, sweet, sweaty nylons...
I also had (had been fired because of!) an employee who took it upon himself to complement, in great sexual detail, how sexy he found my soles when he walked into my office abruptly one afternoon while my soft, perfect nylon feet were kicked up on my desk... and then proceed to come right over, wrap my ankles in his arms, and legit tickle my fucking feet until I was in hysterics against my will!
My point is, all you really need to know for context is that he got hot for my feet, tickled me right there in my office, and I slapped his perv ass with a sexual misconduct claim through HR and had him fired! Which is what all led us here...
When I came to, it took me a while to shake the spinning in my head. Not like a dizzy spinning but more like the feeling you get when you wake up from a super deep slumber. This feeling was amplified by the fact that when I opened my eyes, I was still greeted by darkness!?
What I could only guess by the feel of it was a soft, satin blindfold hugging gently around my face! The very next thing I noticed was how obviously and completely immobilized I was!! Like, completely wrapped up in some kind of blanket or fabric secured by ties, bonds, straps, or something like that, holding my little human cocoon firmly!
I attempted to wiggle a bit in my grogginess, and I was met with a sinking feeling in my stomach when I realized I was clearly very trapped! There was one very specific spot that still felt free. Warm, almost hot from still being locked in my cute little high heel booties, socks, and sheer nylons, but still undeniably free from the wrapping of my cocoon bondage!
The memory of the last thing I remember; which was walking to my car in the underground parking before everything went dark, and the earlier events of that day - having a new employee fired, after verbally bombarding me with his foot and tickle fetish upon seeing my gorgeous soles propped up on my desk, led me to a farfetched yet more and more likely conclusion as the seconds ticked by: My feet were left out there on purpose... I was about to have my fucking feet tickled!
I'm pretty much always right. Outside of my steel discipline, it's a very contributing factor to my success, but this was one of those once-in-a-lifetime moments that I hoped I was very wrong. However, my seemingly endless streak of being right continued its immaculate reign as he entered the room and I not only heard but felt him walk to my feet!
As his hands trailed over the sole of my left boot, my stomach filled with knots, my emotions cringed, and the nerve endings under all those layers seemed to hum at me in anticipation as if they intended to betray me!! I did not get to where I am by being afraid or intimidated by something as ridiculous and as trivial as tickling!
I was gonna make this tickle-crazed x-employee fucking pay! First by giving him zero fucking satisfaction on tickling my feet, then by having him hunted and hauled to prison when I do, eventually, inevitably get outta here! This was breaking the law! Period!
My nerves continued their attempt to betray me as he slowly peeled my first boot off. He was clearly enjoying this... I felt the cool air kiss at my foot, even through my socks and nylons, and could tell that my soles were sensitive!
The real struggle I was facing wasn't actually the prospect of tickling. I was confident that all of the mind over matter discipline techniques I had utilized in my life would come in handy there. I wasn't worried about his tickle fetish; I was worried about his foot fetish. Based on the sensitivity I could feel humming in my soles, there was a very embarrassing and frustrating possibility that if he... "indulged" his foot fetish, licking, kissing, and sucking on my feet, that with how inevitable soft, creamy, warm, and sensitive they currently are, he could potentially turn me on against my will!
And that thought? That was what was actually dreadful!! As the main event began to unfold down at my feet, up above, I pursed my lips, gritted my teeth, and clenched my fists for the helpless foot tickling (and worship) I was about to undergo at the hands, mouth (and odd tickle tools) of this madman!
To be continued... xoxo - your CEO
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