He had no idea how many hours it had been since he’d woken up in her lair. What he did know was that his cock had been gently edged by her the entire time and that no amount of begging for release had swayed her. She just continued slowly, deliberately grazing her long, black fingernails up and down its length to the point where it began to bob rhythmically and his balls lurched. Over and over… and over. He passed out for a third time.
He woke again to the same desperate desire to cum. He found that his right leg had been untied. He felt something gently squeezing just below the head of his penis and on glancing down he saw that a cock ring had been placed there with a bullet vibrator at his frenulum.
His captor had now stripped naked, gazing languidly into his eyes from a stool next to the bed. For the first time, she spoke to him.
“You are master of your own destiny now. You control this vibrator.”
He looked at the cock ring, up at his tied arms above his head, and quizzically back at her.
“Next to your right foot is a button.”
Sure enough, he saw a red button a couple of inches across and a couple of inches high where she said it was. He didn’t know if it had been there all along.
“The button powers the vibrator. Enjoy.”
After a few moments of contemplation he raised his right heel and rested it on the button. The vibrator whizzed to life and after the overload of the rest of his captivity the shock was too much. His cock lurched upwards and his free leg flew up, off the button, stopping the vibrator.
He needed more.
Tentatively, he raised his heel again, slowly lowering it onto the button. The immediate jolt of pleasure was almost overwhelming. It wouldn’t be long before he got his relief.
After a few seconds intently watching his pleasured cock bob and leer, his captor stood up, picked up her stool and slowly moved to reposition herself to face the sole of his vibrator-controlling, free right foot. He barely noticed. She considered her new view for a moment before leaning in slightly.
He was seconds away.
“Are your feet, er… ticklish at all?” Her playfully posed question barely registered in his lust-filed mind, but the action that followed certainly did. She drew her index fingernail from his heel, up his arch to the ball of his foot.
He yelped and kicked his foot. The vibrator stopped, leaving his cock bouncing hopelessly on the precipice for a moment before he reflexively placed his heel back on the button, chasing his orgasm.
She immediately scribbled her nails below his toes and, again, he immediately kicked his foot away and the vibrator stopped. This time he paused and looked at her.
“Oh, goodie! That’s a YESSSS! I do SO love to tickle feet. They held each other’s gaze over his throbbing cock as the battle of wits that was to follow crystalized in his mind.
He was so ticklish… SO TICKLISH! He couldn’t bear it. But… he was so close… SO CLOSE! He couldn’t bear it. Slowly, he raised his foot over the button. She smirked.
TO BE CONTINUED…?
Cumming soon…?
He knew the score now and he hated himself. When he placed his heel on that button he was granting this woman – a stranger who held him against his will – permission to torture him. That’s what it was; he had never been able to handle tickling, especially on the soles of his feet. But her endless hours gently edging his still-bobbing cock had warped his sensibilities, and his urgent need to cum left him no choice.
The instant his heel pressed the button, the sublime sensation of the buzzing he craved on his frenulum met the distressing sensation of her fingernails scurrying around below his toes again. The net result was to elicit immediate hard laughter from him; his foot shuddering wildly as he struggled to keep it on the button.
Within five seconds he kicked out. The tickling sensation stopped and, while the vibrator stopped too the banked-up arousal remained. Without pausing to think he placed his heel back on the button, determined to withstand her ticklish assault and win his orgasm. After a few seconds of chaos, the nails quickly scratching below his toes were joined by more nails scrabbling over his arch.
His desperate giggling rose in pitch, becoming almost girlish, as his toes involuntarily splayed out to render his sole tauter and more vulnerable. Inexplicably, the more ticklish her attack became, the more he felt the delicious vibrations driving him closer to the abyss. And closer… So TICKLISH! And closer… Only for a reflexive kick to end it. Three times more this process played out; each time a little longer though he never lasted a minute.
He wailed in frustration and pressed the button down again. She placed her nails at his heel and drew them firmly but slowly upwards. As they passed the bottom of his arch, another reflexive kick. She repeated this method half a dozen times, each time with the same result. She was playing him, and he knew it.
“FUCK YOU!” he screamed, slamming his foot on the button with a pitiful growl only for her to revert to a quicker, gentler tickling with both hands all over his determined, taut sole as his anger melted into a mixture of pathetic giggling and primeval grunts and his over-engorged cock bobbed and twitched. After holding him here for a couple of minutes, she spoke for the first time since his challenge commenced.
“Hold it there, baby. It’s time,”
Surprised to hear her, his unblinking, wide eyes fixed on hers. She was smiling sweetly at him as she gradually increased the pressure and speed of her dancing fingernails. Locked in a mutual gaze, his mouth opened wider and wider with forced laughter as the tickling increased; his whole leg trembling wildly with the effort to withstand it.
His balls tingled and then tightened as he clattered through his very ticklish point-of-no-return. For a split second he fell still, despite the tickling hitting a crescendo. And with a final howl, and their eyes still locked, a huge rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock up into the air… followed by another… and another; each load ejaculated with a heroic convulsion. On and on his orgasm flowed to the soundtrack of his own hysterical laughter; fuelled by ferocious foot tickling, which continued unabated without thought or desire to withdraw his foot.
As his orgasm finally subsided, the ticklish sensations increased again rapidly. As it was beginning to feel unbearable, he suddenly felt something grab his ankle and close with a loud *CLICK*.
He couldn’t move his foot from the button! And while the vibrator continued to stimulate his now-spent cock, his captor continued to vigorously tickle his trapped right foot. Glancing quickly at her before shutting his eyes and descending into panicked hysteria, he saw her sweet smile had morphed to one of pure evil.
“Did you REALLY think that was the end?” she sneered.
