Doug, on a business
trip was just getting comfortable in his hotel room when he heard the familiar
whir of
an engine attempting
to start. This continued for some minutes. Realizing that the person had
obvious car
troubles, he
went outside to see if he could assist. He could hardly contain his excitement
when he saw
the person in
distress. She was 5'2, excellent figure, wearing a cute mini-skirt, but
most important were
her gorgeous
legs in high heels. He walked over to her, and asked if she needed
assistance. Oh yes I'm in
a difficult
situation". She went on to explain that the hotel is booked out and now
is unable to drive to find
another place.
She had been driving overnight, and was extremely tired. He explained that
she was quite
welcome to share
his room, as it had a couch that folded out to a bed. Not seeing the man
as a threat she
accepted. He
led the way, being the gentleman he was, opened the door and allowed her
in first. This gave
him the opprtunity
to stare at her legs in high heels from behind.
He thought to himself "Before she leaves
I will have
tickled her feet...I must". She sat down on the couch and asked if it was
ok for her to remove
her shoes, as
she had been in them all night. He agreed..insisted almost. His eyes were
fixed on her feet,
as she slowly
slipped them out of her shoes. "Oh that feels
good" she said, as she began to massage
them. "Oh..allow
me. You are too tired, lay back...I am an expert". Without hesitation she
did. "That would
be wonderful".
She raised her legs to allow him to slip under and sit down. Her feet lowered,
and rested in
his lap. "Mmmm..feels
great" she moaned as he began to massage. She
quickly drifted off to sleep, as he
continued. He
realised she was in deep sleep, he made token attempts to wake her, to
be sure , before he
seized the opportunity
at hand. Gently, he slipped himself from under her legs, and retrieved
his handcuffs
and chains which
were standard equipment whenever he travelled. With the dexterity of a
surgeon he
placed the cuffs
around her ankles and wrists
and secured them to both sides of the couch. She slept
through the
entire procedure. He allowed her to sleep a few hours, so she would be
refreshed for the
intense tickling
he had planned for her shackled and helpless naked feet. It was near 6pm,
now. She has
rested 5hrs,
and his overwhelming desire to tickle was now at a peak and could no longer
contain himself.
He grabbed a
hotel chair and sat himself down at the end of the couch, where her exposed
soles were,
and began sliding
his index finger along the bottom of her soles.
Her feet began to twitch, an obvious sign
they were ticklish.
She awoke as the intesity of the tickling increased, and yelled "whats
going on?". She
was frightened,
however this was masked by her giggling. "Please don't do that..please".
Her struggles
were futile,
against the might of stainless steel cuffs. "Don't be afraid" He assured
her, his aim was not to
harm her. He
tickled her feet mercilessly until she was near
faint. Leaving her on the the couch shackled
and panting
heavily he went outside. She heard her car starting, and was worried he
was going to steal it.
He entered the
room again. "I have managed to get your car started, it's ok now" He released
the
shackles, she
picked up her shoes, and ran barefoot to her
car and sped away. He closed the door,
smiled as he
spoke out loud "I like these business trips".
