A Ticklish Problem

I guess it was 5 years ago when I met Nadia. We were in the same year at college, though she ran with a different crowd and I didn't think she was even aware of my existence. She was stunningly beautiful but never seemed to have a steady boyfriend. Enjoying herself playing the field, I supposed, without ever imagining that this could involve me in any way.

Then one day, the unthinkable happened. She walked right up to me in a bar on campus and started talking to me. I was like a rabbit caught in headlights and could hardly string a sentence together, but it didn't seem to matter. Half an hour later we were back in my room, tearing each other's clothes off. But just when we were about to get down to business, she stopped me.

"Look, there's something we need to do first. I mean, something I need to do. Kind of a fetish."

"Sure, no problem," I said. I couldn't imagine anything I'd be unwilling to do if I could have her afterwards.

She smiled. "Yeah, guys always say that until they find out what it is."

"What is it?" I asked, trying to sound calm.

"I need to tickle the soles of your feet."

My heart sank. If there was one thing I absolutely couldn't stand, even for a second, it was the soles of my feet being tickled. She must have read this in my expression, and she continued:

"I'm sorry, but nothing else turns me on. I really can't have sex without it. Will you give it a try, just for me?"

Saying this, she slowly reached down for my foot, and put it in her lap. With agonising slowness she undid the laces, pulled off my shoe and slipped off my sock. She then gripped my ankle in the crook of her arm, and turned her back so I couldn't see her other hand. I braced myself for what was coming. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

After a few maddening moments where nothing happened, my whole world suddenly exploded. I had expected maybe a light, gentle stroking motion, but instead she drove her nails with great force into the arch of my foot, the most sensitive part, and scrabbled her fingers up and down. I bucked and fought like crazy to get my foot away from her, and in a few moments was free of her grasp.

"I'm sorry, but I really, really can't stand that. It's unbearable."

"Well that's the idea, honey. It's supposed to be torture for you. That's why I get off on it."

I didn't know what to say, so she went on.

"Look how about this I tie you up so you can't move and then tickle you, no more than five minutes I promise. That way you don't have to have any willpower, and no matter how bad it is, you know it won't last too long. And then we can get down to the main event. What do you say?"

Five minutes?!? I'd almost gone insane just from a few seconds of it. There was no way I could agree, but there was no way she would have sex without it. I cursed my bad luck as I watched her putting her clothes back on and walking away, without even pretending she'd call me again. I'd been two months without sex and I was so horny.

A week later I was back in that same bar, hoping I wouldn't see Nadia again and be reminded of what I'd missed out on. Luckily she was nowhere to be seen, but in scanning the bar area where I'd first seen her, I caught the eye of a girl who was maybe even more stunning. I was about to apologise for what must have looked like I was ogling her, when she smiled and beckoned me over. Her name was Anne, and we hit it off really well. After the previous week I couldn't help but worry about why such a gorgeous girl was interested in me, but then I told myself to shut up and not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

All the same, as we walked back to my room, I offered up a silent prayer that nothing would go wrong, and there wouldn't be some bizarre sexual practice she insisted on. We arrived and she settled herself on the bed. I went to kiss her, and she said why didn't we have another drink first. I apologised that I didn't have any drink in my room, but she said no problem, she had a couple of miniatures in her bag. She pulled these out and handed one to me. We clinked bottles and drank.

When I woke up, the room was in darkness, with only a weak and watery sun coming through the window. It must be just after dawn, I thought. What was I doing waking up so early? And hadn't I brought a girl back last night? Had she left already? I turned over to look at the beside clock. Eight in the evening? What the hell?

But any concerns about the time were soon displaced by the discovery that a solid metal belt was clamped around my waist, held in place by a sturdy padlock. At the front it linked to a metal tube which was clamped around my penis, which was only just big enough to accommodate it in its flaccid state, and a ring that gripped tightly around the base of my scrotum. As I struggled to get it off I found a folded piece of paper that had been wedged into the front the belt, as if I were a stripper and she were giving me a ten dollar tip. I unfolded it and read:

"Good morning! Or possibly evening by the time you wake up. I thought it best to give you a generous dose to make sure you were completely knocked out while I made arrangements for your future. If you're reading this, you'll have noticed you're now locked in a chastity belt. Let me save you some time by telling you that there's no way you can get it off without the key, but I'm sure you're going to try just the same. The key, of course, is in my possession.

"So who am I? That question must be on your mind. Well my name really is Anne, that much is true. I'm not a student at your university. My full name and where I live I think I'll keep a secret for now, though I promise you'll find out in good time. Let's see, what else can I tell you about myself? Oh yes I get really turned on by keeping guys locked in chastity belts until they go almost out of their minds with sexual frustration. Sometimes I get so hot I can cum just from thinking about it. Oh gee, I guess that's a little insensitive of me considering your current situation, but there you go. My apologies for not discussing this with you first, but something told me you wouldn't agree to it, so I just went ahead. Sorry about that.

"Well, that's it for now. I would say please don't badger me with endless pleas and desparate begging to be released but then of course, you can't, can you? How frustrating for you. Anyway, I'll be in touch eventually!

"Anne"

I couldn't believe it first Nadia and now this. Were there no girls who just wanted to have sex any more?

The next few months were a hell of frustration for me, especially since I had no way of knowing when it would end. She seemed to know my movements exactly, and always made sure I never caught her. Many times I got back to my room to find a note pushed under the door saying something like:

"Too bad, we missed each other again. And I had that nice little key, all ready to unlock you. Never mind, I'll sure we'll bump into each other soon."

Finally I determined I wasn't going to budge from my room, no matter how long it took. All weekend I sat there, alert to the slightest noise which might be her coming to leave another of her infernal notes. But there was nothing. Finally on Monday I had to go to class, and one of my buddies clapped me on the back.

"Hey, too bad you weren't in the bar on Saturday night. This really hot girl gave me a note to give to you. Jeez, she was a real fox whatcha been keepin' from me, eh?"

I unfolded the note, trying not to show any emotion. It said:

"Tut tut, a man of your age sitting alone in his room on a Saturday night. You really should get out more!"

After a few months of this, I thought I was going to lose my mind. Then finally finally! I got a note from her which said:

"Well I guess now you've earned the right to know a little more about me. Please find my address below. I'll expect you on Saturday night at 7. And make sure you get plenty of sleep the night before you're in for a long night!"

I couldn't believe it was I finally going to get out of this belt? The address she gave me was in a real fancy district a few miles from the university. I'd never been there before and it took longer to get there than I expected, so I was a few minutes late. 

When I saw the house, I couldn't believe how huge and grandiose it was. She answered the door dressed to the nines, looking even more stunning than I remembered.

"Well it's about time!" she said. "My cab will be here any second. Come along."

I followed her into the most luxurious hallway I had ever seen in my life. Her cab? What did she mean?

She led me to the cupboard under the stairs. She opened the door and revealed inside a hoover, mop and bucket and other cleaning implements.

"I'm going out in a moment," she explained, "and while I'm out you're going to clean this house from top to bottom. I'll be back around three or four I should think."

"What?!?" I exclaimed.

"Oh I know what you're thinking it's a huge house, and it will take you ages. Well I'm a reasonable woman, so I don't expect you to have it all done by then. You'd better make sure you do my bedroom first so it's ready for when I get back, but after that you can take as long as you need. Come on, I'll show you where it is."

"This... this isn't fair," I sobbed.

"Fair? No, not really. Not legal either, if you're wondering. You can tell the police if you like. They'll come and arrest me, and I'll probably get a few years in prison. But before I go, the only key to your belt will go straight down the sewer. You'll be guaranteeing that you never have another orgasm, or even get hard, for the rest of your life."

Tears began to roll down my cheeks.

"On the other hand, if you do what I say, I 100% guarantee you'll get out of that belt. Not such a hard decision really, is it?"

Her cab and arrived and she left, just as she said. As I hoovered her bedroom, I couldn't help but look at her bed and think how much I wanted to lie on it and screw her brains out. But she was right, there was nothing I could do but obey her orders and count on her keeping her promise.

As she said, she got back around four in the morning, and it was soon obvious that she wasn't alone. From my vantage point on the floor above as I cleaned one of her many bathrooms, I could hear the sounds coming from her bedroom as she gave some lucky guy the time of his life. Tears began rolling down my cheeks again.

After her night's activities she rose about one in the afternoon and made her way to the kitchen, hardly seeming to notice me as I polished the mirrors in her hallway. Finally around five o'clock I told her I had finished. I was exhausted and humiliated but nothing mattered except getting out of that belt. Telling me to wait where I was, she took a long leisurely inspection of her house.

"Not bad at all!" she said when she finally returned. "Having seen the state of your room in college I feared the worst, but you have a real talent for this. If I can make one tiny criticism, in future don't do any hoovering while I'm asleep, even in other parts of the house. But all in all, a pretty good job."

"So I'll see you next Saturday at 7."

"What?!?" I cried. "The belt! You promised!"

"Now come on, I didn't say you'd get out of it today, you know that. But I guarantee you will. As for exactly when, let's just say that talking back to me like that doesn't help your case, if you know what I mean."

This became my life for the next few months. Every Saturday night I would clean her house from top to bottom. She would always be out, and would always return in the small hours with some guy, making my own frustration all the more unbearable as I heard the two of them together. 

Then one night when I arrived and went up to her bedroom as usual, I was surprised to see four heavy iron manacles attached to the four corners of her bed. I turned to see her smiling from ear to ear.

"Congratulations! Your time for release from the belt has come."

I couldn't help falling to my knees and kissing her boots in gratitude.

"Oh thank you, thank you so much. I've been so desperate..."

She laughed. "That's OK, you've earned it. Now if you'd like to slip your clothes off and lie down on your back, I'll attach the manacles."

"But why..." I began.

She laughed again. "Well you don't think I'm going to give up the best house slave I've ever had? After you've cum, that belt's going right back on, mister!"

"No!" I begged. "Please!"

"I'm not offering you a choice. Now do as I say... unless you don't want me to unlock you after all?"

"No! I mean yes! Whatever you say."

I stripped off and lay down, and she attached the manacles and forced a ball gag into my mouth. She left the room and came back a few minutes later with the key. As she unlocked me, my member instantly became erect. I'd been dreaming of this feeling for so long, but no dream could match the reality, especially when she began gently stroking me. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. That old, almost forgotten feeling began to build. I was sure I was going to cum any second. Just a few more strokes now...

Suddenly my whole world exploded. At first I couldn't understand what had happened. Then I realised that this unbearable sensation was coming from my feet. I opened my eyes and there, standing at the foot of the bed, was Nadia. She smiled as she saw me looking at her, then dug her fingernails even more mercilessly into my poor sensitive soles. I thrashed helplessly in my bonds, bucking and screaming into my gag.

"Wow, you're right, he really can't stand that can he?" said Anne.

"Nope! One of the most sensitive victims I've ever had!" Nadia replied with a laugh.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nadia stopped tickling me. At the same moment Anne stopped stroking my penis.

"Well that's funny," she said. "You'd think after so long locked up, he'd be really desperate to cum, but I'm just getting nowhere. Ah well, I guess I'd better try again."

She began stroking me again, and again the feeling of orgasm began to build. But just before I got to the point of no return, Nadia dug her fingernails into my soles and I went crazy. Five or six times they repeated this torture, and try and I might to block out the feelings from my feet and concentrate on my cock, I just couldn't do it. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't cum.

"Well that is disappointing," said Anne, as she replaced the chastity belt and locked it in place. "Clearly he's not frustrated enough yet. Maybe we could try again in a month? Always assuming his cleaning remains up to standard, that is. How does that sound to you, Nadia?"

"Don't worry," said Nadia, looking directly at me and smiling her most evil smile. "I'll be there."

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