## Under Twenty Toes FF/M

Post by ducttapeboy001 » Mon Jun 14, 2010 2:14 am

You could have added something more since it was all about tickling
btw nice story
looking forward to an improved continuation
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive
You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

### Re: Under Twenty Toes FF/M

Post by ducttapeboy001 » Mon Jun 14, 2010 6:22 am

looking forward for the next part
it makes me GLaD, Im not you
And believe me Im still alive
Im doing TUGs and Im still alive.
I feel fantastic and Im stilll alive
You'd be EVIL if you're GLaD

### Re: Under Twenty Toes FF/M

Post by Tied beauty » Sat Jun 19, 2010 3:12 pm

nice story

### Re: Under Twenty Toes FF/M

Post by Chase Ricks » Sat Oct 08, 2011 4:09 pm

Reposted due to at least one im on Yahoo Messenger from a new member who was not on the site before it was deleted. Enjoy.
Under twenty toes
Chantal Rolls and Kristy Leavitt were two of the most gorgeous women in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. They entered and won many beauty contests in their life. These were the type of girls that demanded the best. They expected car doors to be open for them and chairs pulled out at the table. They held their hands out to be kissed when meeting new people; they acted like queens all their lives.
Once a week you could find these girls getting a manicure and pedicure, along with a full body massage. A weekly trip to the tanning bed was a must for the two blond goddesses. Both worked out daily, and they enjoyed a tennis match every now and then.
Mike Huegee was lucky enough to be working when the two models joined in cardio class. He watched the girls work out in class and was amazed with their bodies. Tall, toned, and in top physical condition he thought they were pro athletes, then after class laughed when he noticed how perfect their nails were. He never met a girl with such smooth looking skin.
Mike has dated sporty girls in the past, not one to be interested in a high maintenance girl. He decided he just had to talk with them, however, when he approached them they turned away from him. Thinking they were total bitches he turned to walk away when his old fling stopped him. As she usually did, she reached over and tickled his stomach forcing him to jump back. â€œYou are the most ticklish man in Canadaâ€, she told him.
Chantal and Kristy could not help but see what happened, and they were totally interested in this man. They walked right up to him and told him where to be and when, of course Mike stood there with his mouth wide open and was in disbelieve as he watched them walk away.
Mike was wearing his best jeans and shirt when he went to meet the girls. Not sure what they were going to do he was nervous of how much this date might cost. His hands were shaking as he rang the doorbell. Never in his life has he been so nervous about going on a date. Just thinking of the two girls left him breathless.
He jumped when he heard one of the girls screaming through the intercom for him to enter. He poked his head around the door, and then took of his sneakers. When he heard the girls giggling he went to find them. As he walked he was shocked to see wall to wall carpeting and furniture that cost more then his house. Pictures from around the world hung on their walls, and there were antiques all over. â€œHi Mikeâ€
The girls smiled as they starred at him, knowing how shocked he must be. The girls were sitting on big recliners; in the middle of them was a single mattress with a pillow at the top. Above the mattress was a small wooded box with handcuffs built into it. At the foot of the mattress was a similar box designed for someoneâ€™s ankles.
A stunned Mike stood there starring at the girls, one sitting on each side of the mattress. When they asked in stereo if he was ever tied up before he was both, embarrassed, and excited about what they might do. He could feel them looking him over like the fine specimen he was. When he tried to speak they shushed him. â€œTake off your clothesâ€¦take them offâ€.
Mike flushed as the girls sat there in their bikiniâ€™s starring at him. Why not he figured, this was a once in a lifetime chance. He pulled off his socks and twirled them in the air, then through them across the room. Next he pulled of his shirt exposing his solid stomach. Mike began flexing for the girls showing off his muscular body. When he slowly took of his jeans the girls gave him a golf clap to show their approval. Leaving his boxers on he walked towards Chantal, who held up her hand to stop him.
Showing a look of confusion the girls pointed to the mattress. Moving slowly towards the mattress he began getting worried about what they were going to do, but hell, two beauty queens were enough to throw caution to the wind.
Mike lay with his back down; when the girls moved and sat next to him he had an instant hard on. As they lowered themselves down he closed his eyes in anticipation of a kiss. When he felt the soft touch of their hands on his arms he opened his eyes to find them cuffing his wrists to the wooden box.
Mike watched the cute girls place his feet into the wooden stocks. â€œYou girls are kinkyâ€, he said with a nervous laugh. When the girls tied rope around his legs he grew scared, why would they keep my legs closed? Then the girls pulled more rope from under the mattress; they pulled it tight over his waist, legs and chest.
The girls took their seats and placed their soles on Mikeâ€™s stomach, moving them in circles. They picked up their drinks and sipped on the wine as Mike kept asking what was going on. He tried to move but found it was impossible. The soles massaging his stomach were beginning to make him squirm. All he could manage was a little wiggle from side to side. He was frantically looking from girl to girl trying to figure out what they were doing.
The girls began rubbing their feet along his chest, enjoying the feeling of his hair running along their feet. They easily reached Mikeâ€™s underarms with their long legs and big feet. Mike was stumbling for words as he felt their toes gliding down his arms, making his arms tingle where they were touched. When the toes reached his armpits he began shuddering, then giggling from the slow, unforgiving toes. As they wiggled and darted their toes around his pits he was soon unable to fight back his laughter. Mike was shaking his head from side to side as he let out long gut wrenching laughter.
The girls were content tickling his explosive pits showing no sign of slowing down, or stopping. They were reading books as they let their toes force some of the best, most tortures laughter the girls have ever heard. They noticed on one of their glances that Mike was red faced and he had tears forming in his eyes, but neither one really cared.
They kept their long toes dancing all over his pits as they enjoyed reading to the sounds of laughter. Poor Mike could only watch these pretty girls tickle him with their toes. He was growing desperate, no matter how loud he screamed at the girls they never responded. Those long slender toes were driving him mad. When he tried pulling his hands down to cover his pits the girls told him he was silly for trying to get free, just relax they told him.
The girls slide their toes down his arms, over his nipples to his sides. When Mike felt the toes stop he began begging again, â€œplease no moreâ€¦oh Godâ€¦no moreâ€. The girls looked at him, â€œpoor Mikeâ€¦your night is just begging sweetieâ€.
Then the girls were off poking his sides as they watched him squirm and beg. They were amused to see his arms were all red from their toes attacking him. Using their toenails they traced his sides noticing Mike was bugging out. Both girls dragged their toes over his tough belly. When they met near his belly button Mike was screaming out an ear-piercing scream as his body trembled.
The girls looked at each other, and then nodded in silent agreement. They looked evilly at Mike, and then they drew circles with their toenails around his navel. Mike was going nuts as they kept the slow, maddening pace that they new Mike could not stand.
Mike was sweating profusely as they kept the tickling up, with no breaks at all. The slow dragging of toenails around his navel was proving to be unpleasant for Mike. He soon was unable to speak, or laugh. When he felt toes digging into his navel he lost his ability to think. His body was fighting to break loose, but there was nowhere to go. With every turn of the toe in his navel his body shuddered. It looked like a thousand ants were running over him the way he was wiggling.
With toes invading his navel, toes lightly tickling around his navel, and toes poking his sides he soon lost it. The girls noticed his body went limp, much to their dismay. The girls used this time to refill their drinks and use the potty.
Chantal was growing restless so she stood on his chest and stomped her foot down to wake him. After a couple attempts failed she began jumping up and down, her 122lbs slamming into him. â€œWake up you tickle toyâ€¦wake the hell upâ€.
A dreary Mike was startled to find Chantal jumping on him. She looked him in the eye and then reached her foot over his head, then put her weight onto it, then brought the other foot over standing with all her weight on his head.
Kristy joined Chantal on Mike, standing on Mikeâ€™s stomach. She was casually strolling up and down his stomach and chest, knowing it must be killing him. The feeling of her feet walking on a man was such a turn on for her. She loved walking on her toes, feeling his worthless form under her toes made her feel powerful.
Mike was straining as he tried to move his head. All he could feel was the two feet covering his face. When she bounced up and down his mind blanked out. The hard heels shoving down his forehead and the soft soles smothering him, the toes tapping on his chin acted like a nice distraction.
Kristy stopped, stood with one foot in the middle of Mikeâ€™s chest, then started running her toes along his belly again. She felt his body tense up right away. As soon as she hit his ticklish belly button Mike was once again screaming out in loud fits of muffled laughter.
Chantal walked down his chest, and then moved around her friend so she could stand on his waist. She also began wiggling her toes along his belly, then used the foot she was standing on to scrunch her toes into his waist.
The two girls had Mike once again laughing his head off. All he felt were two girls standing firmly on him, with twenty tickling toes scavenging his body. They were not even listening to Mike as he promised money, his car, even his house if they stopped. All he could hear was his laughing and theirs.
It was hard for Mike to breath with the girls standing on him, tickling at the same time. The girls were having a blast forcing Mike to laugh like a sissy with their toes. They began moving around, trying to find another ticklish spot. Mike was feeling like they girls were drilling for oil, they were digging into him so hard.
Exhausted the girls sat down on their chairs. Mike was gasping for air, but still managed to ask, â€œIs it overâ€.
â€œOh Mikeâ€¦you really are silly.â€