A foot tickler

I drove over an hour north to meet up with Earl. He told me over the phone that his primary fetish was tying guys up, then tickling their feet and watching them struggle against the ropes. “I like watching guys really struggle” he told me. I e-mailed him the day before our meeting and told him that I needed to know his actual address before he tied me up – or some other identifying piece of information (so they would know where to find my skeleton). He responded by giving me not only his address but also his full name and a few pictures of himself. My fears were calmed and so I went ahead with the booking.

Earls’s house was incredibly nice – a five to ten million dollar house with dozens of bedrooms and bathrooms. The master bed was already prepared with ropes. Earl, who was a pretty attractive middle aged guy, made me feel completely comfortable and at ease. “If you aren’t comfortable, I’m not comfortable” he told me. I let him tie each of my limbs to a different bed post – and then the tickling began. I’m morbidly ticklish, so Earl got exactly what he wanted and laughed at the site of me kicking and tearing at my restraints. Eventually, I struggled so hard that I ripped all of the ropes off of the bed.

Earl had to reposition me to a bed post and tie me up so that my feet and legs were up in the air. He doubled up on all of the ropes to be sure I wouldn’t break free. Then the tickling began and my violent reactions recommenced. For a second time, I ripped at the ropes until they failed, allowing me room to slouch upwards and grab Earl so that he would stop the incessant tickling. The whole time this was happening I had a huge hard-on. Every once and awhile Earl would run his hand over my dick – just slightly – and then return to tickling my feet – which spasmed even after he stopped tickling me.

Then Earl had me lie on all fours on top of a big ottoman. He tied me up again and then fucked my face with his cock. “Is it okay if we play it safe?” he asked me. “Umm, sure” I said, “I didn’t know we were going to be having sex, but okay.”

He rubbed lube onto my ass and then pressed his dick against it. Then he tickled my feet for a few seconds. “Watching you get tickled always gets me hard” he said. Then he stuck his dick in and started fucking me. I had asked beforehand that he allow my right hand to be free, so I could jack myself off.

He fucked me harder and harder until he started growling like an animal. I could tell he was cumming, so I let myself cum too. All of my semen shot out all over the ottoman – three or four pumps of it.

Afterwards Earl let me shower. Then he paid me, plus a nice tip, and drove me back to my car.

“I’ll be calling you again soon” he informed me. “I hope you can handle more of the same.”