## The Sole Loser

Post by Jay Feely » Wed May 02, 2012 7:33 am

The Sole Loser
My feet had always smelled bad and it’s because I had neglected to shower and it reeks worse than a skunk to be honest. It was during my childhood in which my parents taught me how to properly take care of my feet so I rubbed baby powder and lotion on them, chipped my toenails, and took showers, and washed my feet with just water and soap without the sounds of a waterfall of water rushing down my skin in order to earn their respect, but after growing up, I decided to not do that anymore in college. My friends do not wish to hang out with me anymore because they cannot handle my stinky feet and it has caused me to feel sad, but one day, I ran across something incredibly awesome in the newspaper that introduced me to a world of people who also enjoys stinky and dirty feet and it was known as the foot club. There was an application for me to fill out, which I gladly did, and this is what it said:
Name: Jay Feely
Age: 21
Birthday: 10/31/1990
Interest: Stinky Feet and having them exposed to being tickled, beaten, washed, and etc…
Ability to work: Yes, from morning to afternoon
To be Continued
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Sole Loser

Post by tiednw » Wed May 09, 2012 8:22 am

Interesting start, what's going to happen next?

### Re: The Sole Loser

Post by Jay Feely » Wed May 09, 2012 9:57 am

The 1st day would be my least favorite day because as I got my acceptance letter and was jumping in joy at my lecture hall, two masked people approached me, and kicked me in the stomach and I dropped to the ground writhing in pain as they bind my hands and feet together with rope, put a blindfold and gag over me, and then carried me by my arms and legs to their van. I did not know what is going on to be admitted, but assumed from the beginning that it was my initation, but did not know if my fellow classmates knew about this ahead of time because if they did not, there was a great risk of them phoning the police and ruining my fun, but that did not happen. The van must have drove about 1 hour and 30 minutes based on my reference of time, but it could had been shorter and longer as it stopped. I heard the van door open up as they removed my blindfold and gag, and to my delighted mind, I saw the sign of the warehouse said, "The Foot Club". My captives untied my hands and let me walk inside to give the club owner my name and warned me that once inside, I would have no control of what is going to happen to me as they can subject me to whatever they want on the soles of my feet without any time limit and no safewords, but clearly, by indicating what I like to be done there, I was put into full consent binded by a contract and they will take care of me. I noticed that nothing but candles was on both sides of the hallway.
The owner was happy to see me as he retied my hands behind my back with rope and led me down the dark corridor to a room in which had a table. He strapped me down with my wrists and ankles binded to the four corners of the table with my bare feet sticking beyond the edge of the table. He told me, you are going to have your feet washed. To me, this was the least of my fantasies because I really wanted to be tickled out of my mind. But, he insisted that he must do this to me in order to prepare me for the remainder of the day until midafternoon so I did not complain after that as I felt him use a rag and wrap it around my feet and it felt so good and comfortable. He took precious time in rubbing soap on my soles after my inital treatment and it tickled, and I started to laugh very hard. I could not help it and he said that I must be punished later for breaking a rule of no laughter unless I was being tickled. So far, it has been a great adventure, but as he started to penetrate my toes with his fingers, I incurred yet another punishment added to my previous sentence because I could not help it but giggle after only a few seconds of holding it back. As the towel drapped over my feet, more things was yet to come.
TBC
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.