Fantasmia : Babysitter (F/m)
Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2018 1:59 pm
Babysitter
By Fantasmia
I have had a foot fetish all my life according to mum. As soon as I could crawl I headed for mum's bare feet apparently and always grabbed at her toes when she was in sandals. It wasn't only my mum's feet it was any woman or girls feet. Strangely I didn't like touching other boys feet though. Mum seemed to think it was fu at first but it did get irritating for her after a while. The worst bit for her though was baby sitters. I always used to try to play with their feet too and from aged 6 on, as the local teenaged girls came to sit for me, began to get a bit of a reputation as the creepy boy who tries to go for feet. At age 9 I finally met my match in the 16 year-old Rachel.
Mum was going to be away over night so Rachel was staying in her room Friday to Saturday. Well Rachel came round wearing standard teenaged girl garb of t-shirt, jeans bright pink socks and trainers (but trainers did come off at the door. I was in Shorts, t-shirt and bare feet. Mum gave Rachel the story about food, bedtimes etc and was off. So I was alone with the beautiful Rachel from 7pm on Friday until 9pm Saturday. And there was only one thing on my mind, to get her socks off and play with her feet.
At first she left me playing video games whilst she went off to do some school work. After racing Mario Karts for 15 min or so I went in to see Rachel.
"Hi anything you need?" she asked.
"No" I said trying not to look straight at the bright pink socks.
She carried on with her work and I looked at the books on the shelf in the room she was in. When I was happy she was engrossed in her work I began to get closer to the table and eventually crawled under it and got to her feet. I began to carefully slide my finger into her sock when she suddenly gave a giggle. SHE WAS TICKLISH great. Then she pulled her foot away and shouted "HEY".
I stopped for about 5 seconds and started to pull at her sock again.
"HEY. I won't warn you again."
Another 5 seconds and my finger went in again.
"Right THAT's IT." Rachel jumped out of her chair and grabbed me. "My friends warned me abbot you." she said. She pushed me onto the floor and sat on my back. "Always trying to tickle their feet they said. Well I came prepared for you." She reached into her bag and pulled out some rope. She next pulled my arms behind my back and started to tie my wrists together behind my back, crossed and tied tightly winding rope up and down as well as side to side. Next she took a second piece of rope and tied my elbows together. She turned me over, sat me up and sat on my legs then tied the ends of the elbow rope around my chest binding my arms to my sides. Next she pushed me onto my back and bent my legs forcing me to cross them, Taking more rope she tied my left ankle to my right knee and vice versa so I was forced cross legged. She sat me back cross-legged like that and took a final piece of rope which she tied around both legs where they crossed about mid shin level. The end of this rope she tied to my chest ropes so I was slightly bent forwards in a forced cross-legged sit.
She sat cross-legged in front of me. "Now you naughty boy. Since you want my socks so much you can have them." as she said this she was peeling her socks off and then wiggled her toes, beautiful pink painted toes. She balled the socks up and then pinched my nose. With that she pushed her socks into my mouth and then tied a scarf over my mouth as a cleve gag holding the socks firmly in place. "Oh by the way. I wore those socks for netball practice after school. I guessed this would happen." She gave an evil looking smile at me.
So there I was. Rachel was barefooted as I had wanted but it had gone very wrong for me. Or so I thought at the time. Hr socks were certainly sweaty and cheesy but I could not spit them out no matter how I tried.
"Are your feet ticklish?" Rachel teased. She reached forward and ran her fingertips over both my soles. I could do nothing to resist her and I curled my toes and tried to cry out into my gag. "Oh you are ticklish." Rachel squealed delighted at this way of tormenting me. She scraped her fingernails down my soles next, which made me wriggle as much as I could manage in my bonds. "Now I know you want to tickle my bare feet, so here they are." Rachel rolled onto her back and held her soles up to me wiggling her toes and pointing and stretching her soles. "So you can see my bare feet all you want to but you can't touch!"
With that she turned me round so I could see her sat at the table working and true to form, she would wiggle her toes, interlock her feet but not let me touch.
After about an hour or so the phone rang. It was obviously mum from the ay Rachel spoke.
"Oh yes Mrs Thompson, Alan was a bit of a handful at first but I've given him something to keep him quiet. Yes bed time soon and I have plans if he needs entertaining tomorrow too. Goodnight."
So there I was, tied cross legged, chewing on sweaty socks with the object of my desires (Rachel's bare feet) inches away but me totally unable to touch. She on the other hands culd reach down and tickle my bare soles whenever she wished to, which was basically whenever she turned a page or otherwise got bored. After what must have been an hour all tied up her mobile rang. "Hi Danni". Rachel was chatttng to one of her gil friends. Danni was one of the local girls who had made the mistake of babysitting for me with no socks on and kicking her shoes off. I had spent most of the evening trying to or succedding in tickling her bare feet.
She chatted about girly things but I could tell some of the chat was about me. "Yes just like you said.", "Yes he tried to take my socks off.", "No i had socks on." "No bareffet now they're in his mouth." Yes hes a little tied up ha ha ha." at that last comment she held the phone to my gagged mouth and tickled the soles of my feet so that Danni could hear my distressed "mmpphh"s down the line.
Eventually she hung up and turned to me.
"Well bed time you naughty boy."
She untied me and relayed the instructions mum had given her about pyjamas and washing and brushing teeth etc. I obeyed these fully and planned a bit of revenge and how i would get my hands on those beautifuk bare feet.
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It was gone midnight when i heard the bathroom being used and Rachel going to bed. By this stage I was under the covers wearing my PJ top and shorts. I waited a full ahlf hour until the light accross the landng went out then set my watch alarm for another hour. I woke to the peeping of the alarm and quickly creeped accross the lnding to mum's room where Rachel was sleeping. (Remember at aged 9 my hormones had not kicked in yet and I just saw this as a foot tickling game rather than anything sexual.)
I began to peel the quilt back and expose Rachel's beautiful bare feet. She was wearing a pink vest top and matching PJ shorts. Once I exposed her feet she pulled them back. I just got to touch her left foot when she woke up, pulled her feet away, swithced the light on and yelled "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"
Before waiting for an answer I was On my back with Rachel on top of me pinning me down. "What do you think your doing sneaking into my room. You are beyond naughty." She reached down the side of the bed and grabbed a piece of rope which she used to quickly tie my hands infront of me. She crossed my wrists then tied the ropes around i both directions before tying the knot well away from my fingers. She dragged me accross the landing. Back in my room with Rachel on top of me holding a load of rope she tied my ankles together crossed much as my hands had been then tied them to the bottom of the bed so my feet hung over the end. My hands were tied to the top of the bed so i was pulled tightly and slightly stretched. Next she tied my knees and elbows together, just above and just below the joints. She went back to her room (mum's room) and returned with some scarves. One scarf was quickly tied over my eyes, then she produced a fresh sock which was shoved into my mouth and taped in place with a roll of sticking plaster. she then moved to the bottom of the bed and tickled my feet hard for wahat seemed like forever and then some too. I kicked and struggled and pulled on the ropes and tried to beg for mercey but I couldn't stop the attack on my bare soles. Next i felt weight on my legs and realised Rachel was sitting on me. I felt my t-hirt lifted and fingers all over my tummy, ribs and down my sides. her fingers ran from my waste up to my armpits and I was thrashing and kicking as much as the ropes and Rachel's weight would let me.
As a final assault I felt her get off me only to jump back on again a second later. I suddenly felt both my feet and my under arms being tickled at the same time. I could not work out how this 4 armed woman was attacking me all over at once (I eventually found out she had tuerned round so her toes were in my armpits while her fingers attacked my feet.)
I was left with no covers on which was not too bad as it was quite a hot night and I had worked up quite a sweat with all the tickling. I don't know how long I waited before going to sleep but once again my attempts to tickle Rachel's feet had back fired big time.
I was awoken by some severe tickling on the soles of my feet. after a few minutes of torture My gag and blindfold were pulled off and Rachel was kneeling astride my chest in a short denim skirt and red top.
"You bad boy" she said "I'll untie you in a moment but no more nice guy. No more chances. YOu get tied up again first time you tryi to tickle me."
Shw as good to her word and untied me, it was 9 am and I went to the bathroom, changed into shorts and t-shirt and went to have breakfast. Rachel had already had her coffee and breakfast and was in the lounge reading a magazine with the Tv on. After breakfast i joined her and started half watching the TV half playing with some lego on the floor. i was sure she was teasing me with her feet.
Hwer feet were bare and the nails painted a beautiful pink colour. She wiggled then and pointed them, rubbed one against the other, flexed her toes and scratched her leg with one foot. she crossed her legs so one bare foot was very near me. If i turned it was under my nose. i couldn't resist I had to scratch the sole and produce the inevitable giggle. I knew exactly wha was going to haooen next.
"I warned you no more chances" Rahel shouted jumping to her feet. She grabbed some rope to the side of the couch, almost as if she had planned this. She pushed me onto my stomach and in a matter of seconds had my hands tied together behind my back crossed right over left and tightly cinched. Next came my feet, ankles together tightly and cinched followed by ropes jeust above and below my knees. Next I was sat up and she wrapped rope around my upper arms and chest, cincing it between my arms and body holding me tight. She finished with me on my stomach again as she bent my knees up and used a piece of rope to tie my ankles to my wrists.
She sat down on the floor nfront of me with her legs out straight infront of her. "If you like my feet so much then here's a close look at them." She stayed with her feet inches infront of me for several minutes verbally teasing me. and wiggling her toes then pointing and flexing. I began to wriggle to get closer to her toes then she suddenly pulled her feet away and jumped up. coming round behind me she began to give my feet a really hard tickle. Her fingertips and nails were all over my bare soles and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I wa loving it and hating it at the same time, beging her to stop but wwishing she wouldn't. Eventually she said "You amke far too much noise. I know how to stop it."
She went out of the room and I hears her go up then come back downstairs. She was carrying a pair of black tights and a roll of tape. She balled the tights up then held them infront of my face. "Open up." I kept my mouth firmly shut until her finger scraped accross the soles of my feet when I opened up and had the ball shoved into my mouth. Next she put 4 or 5 strips of tape over my mouth. Just as she finished the telephone rang.
"Oh hello Mrs Thompson. Oh. Yes that's OK. Oh yes he's fine. He's being really quiet at the moment. Oh can I have a friend over. No Just Danni from school, not my boy friend. Thanks Mrs thompson that will cover it."
She put the telephone down. "YOur mum says she won't be back until tomorrow afternoon and can I look after you another night. I think I can but tonight I'll have help. Oh and you are going to stay tied up this time."
By Fantasmia
I have had a foot fetish all my life according to mum. As soon as I could crawl I headed for mum's bare feet apparently and always grabbed at her toes when she was in sandals. It wasn't only my mum's feet it was any woman or girls feet. Strangely I didn't like touching other boys feet though. Mum seemed to think it was fu at first but it did get irritating for her after a while. The worst bit for her though was baby sitters. I always used to try to play with their feet too and from aged 6 on, as the local teenaged girls came to sit for me, began to get a bit of a reputation as the creepy boy who tries to go for feet. At age 9 I finally met my match in the 16 year-old Rachel.
Mum was going to be away over night so Rachel was staying in her room Friday to Saturday. Well Rachel came round wearing standard teenaged girl garb of t-shirt, jeans bright pink socks and trainers (but trainers did come off at the door. I was in Shorts, t-shirt and bare feet. Mum gave Rachel the story about food, bedtimes etc and was off. So I was alone with the beautiful Rachel from 7pm on Friday until 9pm Saturday. And there was only one thing on my mind, to get her socks off and play with her feet.
At first she left me playing video games whilst she went off to do some school work. After racing Mario Karts for 15 min or so I went in to see Rachel.
"Hi anything you need?" she asked.
"No" I said trying not to look straight at the bright pink socks.
She carried on with her work and I looked at the books on the shelf in the room she was in. When I was happy she was engrossed in her work I began to get closer to the table and eventually crawled under it and got to her feet. I began to carefully slide my finger into her sock when she suddenly gave a giggle. SHE WAS TICKLISH great. Then she pulled her foot away and shouted "HEY".
I stopped for about 5 seconds and started to pull at her sock again.
"HEY. I won't warn you again."
Another 5 seconds and my finger went in again.
"Right THAT's IT." Rachel jumped out of her chair and grabbed me. "My friends warned me abbot you." she said. She pushed me onto the floor and sat on my back. "Always trying to tickle their feet they said. Well I came prepared for you." She reached into her bag and pulled out some rope. She next pulled my arms behind my back and started to tie my wrists together behind my back, crossed and tied tightly winding rope up and down as well as side to side. Next she took a second piece of rope and tied my elbows together. She turned me over, sat me up and sat on my legs then tied the ends of the elbow rope around my chest binding my arms to my sides. Next she pushed me onto my back and bent my legs forcing me to cross them, Taking more rope she tied my left ankle to my right knee and vice versa so I was forced cross legged. She sat me back cross-legged like that and took a final piece of rope which she tied around both legs where they crossed about mid shin level. The end of this rope she tied to my chest ropes so I was slightly bent forwards in a forced cross-legged sit.
She sat cross-legged in front of me. "Now you naughty boy. Since you want my socks so much you can have them." as she said this she was peeling her socks off and then wiggled her toes, beautiful pink painted toes. She balled the socks up and then pinched my nose. With that she pushed her socks into my mouth and then tied a scarf over my mouth as a cleve gag holding the socks firmly in place. "Oh by the way. I wore those socks for netball practice after school. I guessed this would happen." She gave an evil looking smile at me.
So there I was. Rachel was barefooted as I had wanted but it had gone very wrong for me. Or so I thought at the time. Hr socks were certainly sweaty and cheesy but I could not spit them out no matter how I tried.
"Are your feet ticklish?" Rachel teased. She reached forward and ran her fingertips over both my soles. I could do nothing to resist her and I curled my toes and tried to cry out into my gag. "Oh you are ticklish." Rachel squealed delighted at this way of tormenting me. She scraped her fingernails down my soles next, which made me wriggle as much as I could manage in my bonds. "Now I know you want to tickle my bare feet, so here they are." Rachel rolled onto her back and held her soles up to me wiggling her toes and pointing and stretching her soles. "So you can see my bare feet all you want to but you can't touch!"
With that she turned me round so I could see her sat at the table working and true to form, she would wiggle her toes, interlock her feet but not let me touch.
After about an hour or so the phone rang. It was obviously mum from the ay Rachel spoke.
"Oh yes Mrs Thompson, Alan was a bit of a handful at first but I've given him something to keep him quiet. Yes bed time soon and I have plans if he needs entertaining tomorrow too. Goodnight."
So there I was, tied cross legged, chewing on sweaty socks with the object of my desires (Rachel's bare feet) inches away but me totally unable to touch. She on the other hands culd reach down and tickle my bare soles whenever she wished to, which was basically whenever she turned a page or otherwise got bored. After what must have been an hour all tied up her mobile rang. "Hi Danni". Rachel was chatttng to one of her gil friends. Danni was one of the local girls who had made the mistake of babysitting for me with no socks on and kicking her shoes off. I had spent most of the evening trying to or succedding in tickling her bare feet.
She chatted about girly things but I could tell some of the chat was about me. "Yes just like you said.", "Yes he tried to take my socks off.", "No i had socks on." "No bareffet now they're in his mouth." Yes hes a little tied up ha ha ha." at that last comment she held the phone to my gagged mouth and tickled the soles of my feet so that Danni could hear my distressed "mmpphh"s down the line.
Eventually she hung up and turned to me.
"Well bed time you naughty boy."
She untied me and relayed the instructions mum had given her about pyjamas and washing and brushing teeth etc. I obeyed these fully and planned a bit of revenge and how i would get my hands on those beautifuk bare feet.
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It was gone midnight when i heard the bathroom being used and Rachel going to bed. By this stage I was under the covers wearing my PJ top and shorts. I waited a full ahlf hour until the light accross the landng went out then set my watch alarm for another hour. I woke to the peeping of the alarm and quickly creeped accross the lnding to mum's room where Rachel was sleeping. (Remember at aged 9 my hormones had not kicked in yet and I just saw this as a foot tickling game rather than anything sexual.)
I began to peel the quilt back and expose Rachel's beautiful bare feet. She was wearing a pink vest top and matching PJ shorts. Once I exposed her feet she pulled them back. I just got to touch her left foot when she woke up, pulled her feet away, swithced the light on and yelled "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?"
Before waiting for an answer I was On my back with Rachel on top of me pinning me down. "What do you think your doing sneaking into my room. You are beyond naughty." She reached down the side of the bed and grabbed a piece of rope which she used to quickly tie my hands infront of me. She crossed my wrists then tied the ropes around i both directions before tying the knot well away from my fingers. She dragged me accross the landing. Back in my room with Rachel on top of me holding a load of rope she tied my ankles together crossed much as my hands had been then tied them to the bottom of the bed so my feet hung over the end. My hands were tied to the top of the bed so i was pulled tightly and slightly stretched. Next she tied my knees and elbows together, just above and just below the joints. She went back to her room (mum's room) and returned with some scarves. One scarf was quickly tied over my eyes, then she produced a fresh sock which was shoved into my mouth and taped in place with a roll of sticking plaster. she then moved to the bottom of the bed and tickled my feet hard for wahat seemed like forever and then some too. I kicked and struggled and pulled on the ropes and tried to beg for mercey but I couldn't stop the attack on my bare soles. Next i felt weight on my legs and realised Rachel was sitting on me. I felt my t-hirt lifted and fingers all over my tummy, ribs and down my sides. her fingers ran from my waste up to my armpits and I was thrashing and kicking as much as the ropes and Rachel's weight would let me.
As a final assault I felt her get off me only to jump back on again a second later. I suddenly felt both my feet and my under arms being tickled at the same time. I could not work out how this 4 armed woman was attacking me all over at once (I eventually found out she had tuerned round so her toes were in my armpits while her fingers attacked my feet.)
I was left with no covers on which was not too bad as it was quite a hot night and I had worked up quite a sweat with all the tickling. I don't know how long I waited before going to sleep but once again my attempts to tickle Rachel's feet had back fired big time.
I was awoken by some severe tickling on the soles of my feet. after a few minutes of torture My gag and blindfold were pulled off and Rachel was kneeling astride my chest in a short denim skirt and red top.
"You bad boy" she said "I'll untie you in a moment but no more nice guy. No more chances. YOu get tied up again first time you tryi to tickle me."
Shw as good to her word and untied me, it was 9 am and I went to the bathroom, changed into shorts and t-shirt and went to have breakfast. Rachel had already had her coffee and breakfast and was in the lounge reading a magazine with the Tv on. After breakfast i joined her and started half watching the TV half playing with some lego on the floor. i was sure she was teasing me with her feet.
Hwer feet were bare and the nails painted a beautiful pink colour. She wiggled then and pointed them, rubbed one against the other, flexed her toes and scratched her leg with one foot. she crossed her legs so one bare foot was very near me. If i turned it was under my nose. i couldn't resist I had to scratch the sole and produce the inevitable giggle. I knew exactly wha was going to haooen next.
"I warned you no more chances" Rahel shouted jumping to her feet. She grabbed some rope to the side of the couch, almost as if she had planned this. She pushed me onto my stomach and in a matter of seconds had my hands tied together behind my back crossed right over left and tightly cinched. Next came my feet, ankles together tightly and cinched followed by ropes jeust above and below my knees. Next I was sat up and she wrapped rope around my upper arms and chest, cincing it between my arms and body holding me tight. She finished with me on my stomach again as she bent my knees up and used a piece of rope to tie my ankles to my wrists.
She sat down on the floor nfront of me with her legs out straight infront of her. "If you like my feet so much then here's a close look at them." She stayed with her feet inches infront of me for several minutes verbally teasing me. and wiggling her toes then pointing and flexing. I began to wriggle to get closer to her toes then she suddenly pulled her feet away and jumped up. coming round behind me she began to give my feet a really hard tickle. Her fingertips and nails were all over my bare soles and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it. I wa loving it and hating it at the same time, beging her to stop but wwishing she wouldn't. Eventually she said "You amke far too much noise. I know how to stop it."
She went out of the room and I hears her go up then come back downstairs. She was carrying a pair of black tights and a roll of tape. She balled the tights up then held them infront of my face. "Open up." I kept my mouth firmly shut until her finger scraped accross the soles of my feet when I opened up and had the ball shoved into my mouth. Next she put 4 or 5 strips of tape over my mouth. Just as she finished the telephone rang.
"Oh hello Mrs Thompson. Oh. Yes that's OK. Oh yes he's fine. He's being really quiet at the moment. Oh can I have a friend over. No Just Danni from school, not my boy friend. Thanks Mrs thompson that will cover it."
She put the telephone down. "YOur mum says she won't be back until tomorrow afternoon and can I look after you another night. I think I can but tonight I'll have help. Oh and you are going to stay tied up this time."