It was in the spring of 2004 and I was 14 years old walking to my friend house for a nice sleepover, but for some odd reason, I was feeling anxious because it was the first time he invited me over. I was clothed with a polo white shirt, blue jeans, striped white and gray socks, nike shoes, and Astros baseball hat. I took a new route because it was raining hard and I was soaking wet in my entire body. When I knocked on the door, my hands was beginning to sweat, and when my friends opened the door, he pointed a water pistol at me, and like the games we played before in the past, I raised my hands in surrender. He ordered me to face him with my back towards him with my hands still raised so I obeyed his command. I let him pull my hands behind my back and handcuff them. Then, he led me inside the house and paraded me down a narrow hallway and put me inside a bedroom. He unrestrained my hands and glided me to sit down on a chair. He then ordered me to remove my shirt and I stripped it off nicely and slow to give him a good impression of me. Then, he told me to remove my shoes and socks, so I quietly took them off. He tied me to a chair with the same handcuff and rope binded my legs and chest to his chair. When he left the room, and the sound of footsteps scared me, he returned with an idea that would shake me to my core.
He was beginning to feel happy as he started to run his fingers on my chest which did not tickle at first because I was able to hold in my laughter, but after 5 minutes of it, I burst out with giggles which pleased my friend as he circled in my nipples which caused me to laugh in a monotone. Luckily for me, the sound of a doorbell ringing indicated that his mom was home which alterted his plan because he understood that it would be his demise if his mom discovered his secret interest which he kept hidden for years, but today would be different because his mom walked into our scene and stood there in shock and he did not know how to explain it to his mom. His mom ordered him to go to his room in the 2nd floor of the house as she untied me.
I was excited to be released as I heard a stern lecture from his mom to her son, but just when I thought I would be spared from more torture, I received the most shocking moment in my life when he somehow managed to convince her that it was harmless fun so he wrestled me to his ground and securely hogtied and he slapped my feet several time which left red marks on my soles and I cried as he continued his sadistic torture so I had to endure it until he finished with it. There was nothing that I could do to prevent him from tickling my feet which caused me to laugh in a vibrant pattern. My friend was only 2 years older then me, but he mistreated me when he decided to suck on my toes which did not cause me to enjoy the sensation because it was the first time in my life that my toes was sucked and it was uncomfortable at the moment for me to handle at my young age, but eventually I begun to be adapted into a new fetish of foot worship. He licked my entire sole from bottom to top, and then he nibbled at my toes which caused me to sherik.
After the incident, my relationship with my friend grew closer and I understood how to interact with all kinds of people. We had more sessions later that involved me getting tied up and my feet being tortured. This is the result of being caught by his mother and earning her acceptance of his secret life. I learned that you should not be afraid to reveal your fetish to other people because it can lead to great things emerging from it.
The End