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Old 05-13-2013, 08:38 AM   #1
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Eh, this one is a bit different for me. Usually I focus on more fantastical elements, or at least set my tickling stories in a world that has elements unlike our own. This is just kind of a straight up regular dealy-o. I tried stuff like it a bunch of times but either lost interest in the work or thought that it was too boring so I never finished them. Just, eh, if I can do anything with writing (I feel) I might as well go for something really cool. Regardless, I started editing things and saw this file called thingamajig in my stuff-written-in-2012 and was like, what the hell is this? Completely forgot about it but I thought it was pretty well done. Sucks because right before I found it again I wrote something extremely similar, mostly because I never do things like this. Oh well. Uh... something. Enjoy.

Defeated (M/F feet)

Falling into the couch she let her dripping umbrella drop, clonking loudly against the hardwood. Cracking an eye her gaze wandered, looking for the clock. 5:43. Damn. Almost 11 hours. Closing her eye again she sighed. If the office paid overtime, or hell, let her go past 30 hours a week... but, nope. She'd have to cut hours tomorrow. Again.

Rolling onto her side caused something tough to prod into her ribs. Groaning, her free arm twitched, refusing to move. It fell to her side, it's palm up, then drug itself towards her breasts. Grazing her fingers in front of her she felt something course, circular. Rope.

Rope.

Shit. Tonight? Of all nights, tonight? She bolted up, eyes wide open, darting about in an attempt to find the clock. 5:44. One minute. Like a cork she popped up, sliding the rope from beneath her before she crashed back down. Rolling over to the floor she began wrapping her ankles tightly, knotting the rope like a shoe string. Hopping on her knees she groped about on the top of their table, knocking papers to the floor as her fingers desperately sought their prize. Touching cloth, she grasped, ripping it forward, knocking more papers to the floor. Tearing the large length in two she first wrapped her eyes, hiding the dusty room from herself. The second bit entered her mouth as it was tied behind her. Probably twenty seconds she thought to herself as she fell to her stomach, grabbing the other end of the rope as she threw her arms behind her. Twirling the rope about she heard the door open then close, a cold feeling dripping down her stomach.

Just this once she had wished he would be a minute or two late.

Something crashed by the door. Drawing in her breath she felt her shoulders attempt to hide themselves behind her neck. "What is this?" his voice boomed. Orbs of sweat began crowding her forehead. In her mind the words 'Master, I'm sorry,' began to form but she quickly swatted them away, knowing apologizes were taboo even if she could speak clearly through her self-made gag. A fingernail drifted behind her neck, lightly touching the choker she had taken up. She shivered, a smile cracking against her will.

"Do you think this some sort of game, smiling at me so? That you're wearing a mere piece of jewelry?" Her chin collapsed into her breasts, her forehead digging deeply into the wood. "And this." She felt a light tap against her clogs. Her shoes. Oh no. "These... forbidden things. You displease me." Tears began to bore into her blindfold as if several days of rain had flooded a well, the water gushing into the mud. "You'll be punished severely tonight." He said simply as her shoes were immediately whisked away, the edges of her blue jeans scarcely attempting to guard her heels from the oncoming wrath that faced her now naked feet.

For a few moments she heard him walking around the apartment, flinching each time he opened and closed a cupboard door as she tried to remember which he opened in case her shoes were again hidden from her. The steps approached then stopped. She held her breath as the sounds of him sitting down beside her feet crackled. A second sound followed: the plink of plastic against the ground. Instantly she yelped no into her gag, immediately regretting the action as he knotted the rope that hung loosely about her wrists. Lotion. She couldn't even remember the last -- and only -- time he had used it on her. It was too much. No response came except the touch of something soft running between her big toes, causing her to giggle lightly. Seconds later she could no longer wiggle her feet independently of one another.

The space below her rib cage felt hotter than a black smith's smoking furnace. She desperately wanted to apologize for her outcry of no, knowing full well that her feet were his to do with whatever he pleased. An apology would only make things worse, she knew, straightening her head and placing it on it's side as he lifted her feet and placed them into his lap, her foot tops melting into the polyester of his pants.

A disgusting squirt resounded and she took in a deep breath, bracing herself. I've been bad, she told herself, I deserve this. I should have been ready. I deserve to be punished. The second deep breath was broken by the cold tingle of the gelatinous mess dropping harshly into the center of her feet. As he rubbed it against her soles her shoulders collapsed upon her neck once again and a squeal escaped from deep within her throat. When the gel merged with her toes her head shook against the floor. There's no way, she thought, crying out safeword. She was always allowed the use of one a single time in a session though she rarely asked for it: she wanted to please her master, after all. But this was too much; he'd break her.

"Guess." Was all he said. 'No' ran across her mind, the two letters shattered and discarded as his fingers began wiggling against her arches. They're his, they're his, they're his was chanted across her mind as her arms tightened into her sides, compressing her ribs. Biting deeply into the rag to compress her smile she laughed harshly, his fingers pillaging the laughter he treasured so dearly.

Briefly, as her toes curled into her soles, she thought of fighting against the urge to protect herself. The urge quickly took hold, however, leaving her unable to restrain the toes that now flaunted their nails at him, bragging of what they hid away. It felt as if fiery explosions were cascading upon her soles, rending torrents of her prized laughter from her. Unable to handle the tightness any longer she attempted to cry out indigo.

He didn't stop.

Panicking, she began to flail her hips about right and left, trying to roll away from him. A gentle pressure came down upon her heels. 'His palm!' her mind screamed at her as she began fighting harder, rolling onto her side and tugging with what might she could muster as his tyrannical fingers ravaged her flesh. Unable to free her soles or even turn them away she began to howl with laughter as she attempted to crawl away.

'Plume,' she attempted between her cries. His fingers slid beneath her toes with ease, invading the tender space that they tried to protect. As they slid across the area just beneath her toes her back arched up, her hair nearly slapping her ass as she bayed like a dog. 'Knightly,' she tried to scream as she tossed about the floor, only succeeding in wiggling her feet a tiny amount.

His speed only quickened, racing lines back and forth across her arches, causing her to hop up and down against the floor in an attempt to break his grip. Suddenly his fingers began twirling about, spinning, like ten ballroom dancers quickly leaping about, desperate to win some bizarre sort of race. Tears breached her locked eyelids, dampening the cloth. His or not, she didn't care anymore, shouting mercy, uncle, surrender with the distant hope that he might acquiesce, honoring the white flag she tried so hard to fly.

Instead he fired cannons upon the flag pole, somehow using the hand that held her feet in place to tug at the loose string binding her toes, forcing them to abandon their ramparts and subject themselves to the torture that the rest of her feet endured. Viciously assaulting the poor members of her defense by merely sliding his fingers across them repeatedly caused her to open her mouth and scream out laughter fiercer than she thought possible. Her mind, nearly black, thought on of peace, focusing on an end. Once in the past he had made her beg for more as the safe word. Don't stop she choked out through the gag, feeling her muscles turn into jelly as she did.

"Alright." His frenzied assault on her feet somehow grew more savage, his fingers flying so quickly across her soles that she thought of them as everywhere at once, or that a second man abused her soles. With a thud she fell, defeated, surrendering the city to those bandit-rebels that plundered what they could, calling their theft a war taxation. Soon they turned their encampment into a small village, her feet paying higher and higher taxes as the conqueror took what he pleased from them. As she lay there, twitching, she felt the pressure on her heels lighten, the lookouts abandoning their outpost in order to claim spoils as well. Though free from the war her feet were unable to flee, laying simply in his lap, willingly growing crops for the invaders that settled there.

The only thought that crossed her mind for an eon was that she was to laugh as commanded by her feet. Attempting to fill the infinitely growing black void in front of her with her forced smile and well tended laughter she soon emptied herself, so that there was little left but a gaping gate that spewed nothing into the hungry abyss. Still it reached for her, taking every breath it could as she struggled to offer up everything she had. As she spasmed on the floor she found herself unable to exhale or inhale, delivering unto him only lips split wide open.

Something thudded and she was lifted up, limply falling backwards into something as the blindfold was removed, followed by the gag. He said something before his head collided with hers, his lips forcing her smile shut. Through the fog curling about her mind she gleaned what he had spoken, that she was too loud for the neighbors. The world shifted slightly around her as she looked past his head. A chair had fallen to the floor at some point and the table moved nearly a foot away, closer to the clock that read 5:50.

A gentle wave crossed her feet and she tensed up, pulling them towards her body. His nails continued to rake across her soles as he kissed harder, muffling the laughter that she desperately needed to deliver.
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Old 06-17-2013, 01:05 AM   #2
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Whilst I admit I do enjoy a good fantasy series, it's always refreshing to deviate from the norm and have a more modern tale. I'm not sure the title is that applicable (I've seen the punny title before, and I feel it's more applicable to stories where the lee is bested in some kind of trial or battle or competition, there's no really that much of a battle of wills here, is there?)

There's the sense that this kind of thing could happen in real life (admittedly only in a certain kinky type of relationship) and the (intentionally, I assume) genericness of the characters really reinforce the notion it's an everyday kind of occurrence, and it's good and I like it.

I admit maybe I'm a bit slow on these matters, but why was he saying Guess? And plume? Palms? (I assume the game is what was he using to tickle her) but knightly? Confused.

Also I loved this phrase: "'Plume,' she attempted between her cries. His fingers slid beneath her toes with ease, invading the tender space that they tried to protect. As they slid across the area just beneath her toes her back arched up, her hair nearly slapping her ass as she bayed like a dog."

But bayed like a dog? You mean like howling like a wolf at the moon? Never heard that phrase before xD

Your metaphors are definitely the best in the business, with the flag pole and tax metaphors communicating the idea very nicely. It must be tempting to reuse some of these metaphors but I never see you do it, so hat's off on that front.

The lotion is a nice touch, as whilst you see it in a lot of tickle videos it very rarely appears in tickle writings for some reason. If there was room for improvement, I would say why no upperbody tickling? I mean, I'm a foot guy myself, but variety is the spice of life, after all. A bit of upperbody tickling every now and then to spice things up wouldn't hurt. Never really see your stories with much upperbody content so I wonder if you have a taboo against it :PP
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Old 06-18-2013, 07:45 PM   #3
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As you may have noted I kind of jump around in a post with my responses. So first up, I hate cliche, like a lot. It bothers me everytime I hear one or say one because then I can't stop thinking about it. I try to rewrite them when I want to use it, so that's why I went with baying like a dog. Also, probably at some point one of my neighbor's dogs was barking when I wrote this. That sounds like something that would happen and inspire this. But yeah, yeah, you were right about the wolf comment. Although, maybe a coyote would be more fitting?

Oh dude, sorry that didn't get explained very well in the context of reading. She was supposed to guess the safeword and those were her guesses. Plume was a nod to Lily Haze (tmf, dunno if she's here); she used that as a safeword during a session we had together a year or two ago. My previous interactions with teh ladies didn't involve safewords (I try to be gentle or at least if I think I'm pushing the girl too hard, I ease up, so I haven't actually used one much. They seemed like viable/good words for it, though).

Heh, no I guess you're right. I just have a really, really hard time with titles sometimes. Something like this, it's like, man, I have no idea. She was (very) quickly defeated but then I guess she's willingly into the situation, so is it... actually.. yeah. Oh well.

The thing is, and yeah I get the no upper body tickling a lot, but it's just not my thing, you know? I'm really into foot tickling and because that's what I want to see, that's what I write. It's not necessarily a good thing for sure, and I should do more than I do, which was all of one story thus far and even then not really. My ex, when we were dating and she was encouraging that I write more of other areas(that was anywhere from 07 to 09. We only actually dated early 07 and then again late 09 but both times she complained about it). It's not even that, in a session, I won't tickle other areas. But it's just not my interest, you know? Sorry about that.

Lotion/nylons are things I keep wanting to do more of and then I keep not. For the most part it doesn't clash well with what I'm trying to do.

Glad you enjoy the metaphors though . I try.

--Super late edit. I remembered that I had intended for the safeword to literally be 'guess.' It's the kind of devious thing I would do irl so I thought it fitting.
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Old 06-19-2013, 10:30 AM   #4
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Quote Quote: Originally Posted by Elfewja29
As you may have noted I kind of jump around in a post with my responses. So first up, I hate cliche, like a lot. It bothers me everytime I hear one or say one because then I can't stop thinking about it. I try to rewrite them when I want to use it, so that's why I went with baying like a dog. Also, probably at some point one of my neighbor's dogs was barking when I wrote this. That sounds like something that would happen and inspire this. But yeah, yeah, you were right about the wolf comment. Although, maybe a coyote would be more fitting?

Oh dude, sorry that didn't get explained very well in the context of reading. She was supposed to guess the safeword and those were her guesses. Plume was a nod to Lily Haze (tmf, dunno if she's here); she used that as a safeword during a session we had together a year or two ago. My previous interactions with teh ladies didn't involve safewords (I try to be gentle or at least if I think I'm pushing the girl too hard, I ease up, so I haven't actually used one much. They seemed like viable/good words for it, though).

Heh, no I guess you're right. I just have a really, really hard time with titles sometimes. Something like this, it's like, man, I have no idea. She was (very) quickly defeated but then I guess she's willingly into the situation, so is it... actually.. yeah. Oh well.

The thing is, and yeah I get the no upper body tickling a lot, but it's just not my thing, you know? I'm really into foot tickling and because that's what I want to see, that's what I write. It's not necessarily a good thing for sure, and I should do more than I do, which was all of one story thus far and even then not really. My ex, when we were dating and she was encouraging that I write more of other areas(that was anywhere from 07 to 09. We only actually dated early 07 and then again late 09 but both times she complained about it). It's not even that, in a session, I won't tickle other areas. But it's just not my interest, you know? Sorry about that.

Lotion/nylons are things I keep wanting to do more of and then I keep not. For the most part it doesn't clash well with what I'm trying to do.

Glad you enjoy the metaphors though . I try.

--Super late edit. I remembered that I had intended for the safeword to literally be 'guess.' It's the kind of devious thing I would do irl so I thought it fitting.
Hey, no worries, I firmly stand on the same ground when it comes to cliches, and I try to avoid and subvert them at all costs. Are you fond of Sablesword's work out of interest? I recall he had a story called the Gambling Stocks which used tickling as a form of gambling which I thought was especially clever as it was a nice deviation from the fairly standard tickling as interrogation/torture trope. Anyway, but I digress.

Jumping around with your responses is totally fine. Your responses are as long if not longer than my initial comments! It's always nice to see someone who is quite happy to write as much as me back. Structure is overrated anyway, it's about the content!

Hmm, maybe a title like "The Master and the Tickle Slave" would fit? I'm not so sure myself, but Defeated just doesn't seem to gel that well to me :PP

And there's nothing wrong with being a specialist. I'm a foot guy myself, but I'm just saying I can understand why the UB fans might be left out to dry xD

What's wrong with the lotions and nylons? How do they clash? Worked pretty well in this story I would say!

And that is a devious safeword. Well played!
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Old 06-19-2013, 09:39 PM   #5
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The gambling stocks, yeah, that was inspirational to say the least. I kept trying to come up with something similar (which wasn't a rip off) but I never could make it work. The closest I had was an underground thing at a casino where on-lookers bet on how long a lee would last given whatever the situation was (there was a menu she chose from that included implements and tickle tools; the more she picked, the higher her personal pay). That one fizzled, though.
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Quote Quote: Originally Posted by Elfewja29
The gambling stocks, yeah, that was inspirational to say the least. I kept trying to come up with something similar (which wasn't a rip off) but I never could make it work. The closest I had was an underground thing at a casino where on-lookers bet on how long a lee would last given whatever the situation was (there was a menu she chose from that included implements and tickle tools; the more she picked, the higher her personal pay). That one fizzled, though.
It's not plagiarizing if you put your own spin on a very interesting concept :PP

I'd love to see what you came up with!
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It just ended up not being interesting in my mind. The trouble was motive/goal/point of view. Motive to be tickled, yeah sure, that's easy, just after that it's a bit tricky. The end game of what constitutes stopping/winning/losing in that context was always a bit offl sable's was about, I think, the girl giving up or saying uncle/mercy/whatever her equivalent was but something similar to that seems a bit weak. Just, from my experience, either a girl will say stuff like that a lot and not mean it or she'll mean it but say it too early... or she just won't at all. The trouble I always came up to was what the random people were gambling on exactly. Sure, it could be a binary she can handle it/she'll give up but that seems, iunno, a bit dull. I think the same about a rough timeline as to when she'll cave, or trying not to laugh/move/whatever. Suppose I could go all in and make it less grounded in reality than all of that by introducing a contest element (two girls) or something like she's fixed to some rope and that... I don't know, does something to machines above them. I'll have to think some more on it and see if I can come up with anything. I've got the time so I'll look into it but I'm not sure anything will come up with it.

I mentioned PoV here; it's tough because I don't want her to know/see the other people but at the same time I want to show them. Additionally if I go from their pov it becomes that much harder to introduce her character, unless they're talking about her as a new recruit or whatever. Like I said, I'll look into it. We'll see what I've got, I just don't think anything in that area will interest me enough to do. I am such a lazy person.
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