Imagine this:
you are barefoot in front of me, tied down, ankles, toes, knees bound together. We both know you can't escape now, completely at my mercy, and haha, lets remember you walked yourself on your own into my tormenting tickles, maybe even it was you who reached out and asked for them.
You fucked up and shared with me all your worst spots, the teases that fluster you and make you 10x more sensitive; you told me your feet are incredibly sensitive, just thinking about having them tickled flusters you right away and now look at you.
I begin with my index finger, dragging it very slowly and lightly from the base of your toes all the way to your heel, then drag it back up, you crack immediately. Watch your cute toes scrunch as if that's going to protect your whole sole like... as if that will make it less ticklish, that's cute, love.
Then I'll join in with my other finger on your other foot, slowly, lightly, teasy; it will be so slow you will be able to pin point where exactly the tickles are as they are happening, I love practicing meditation so I'll make sure you are "very aware" of the horrible tingly sensation that light brushing causes, imagine it again, and again, and again, my two fingers as paintbrushes using your soles as my canvas for my personal erotic art, except the paint is pure ticklish electricity to those cute squirmy inmobilized soles, not knowing whether to ask me to stop completely or to tickle harder and faster because the light compounding tickles are so bad; you can't stop me, and I can't stop myself because your uncontrollable giggles and blushed face melts me, so I continue, wondering when those giggles will eventually and inevitably turn into full laughter I get to claim for me.
