I come home from a very sweaty and intense tennis session in my tight white outfit of shorts, t-shirt and pumps.

I can't wait to get my shoes and socks off and give them a quick rub. You get a good eyeful as you sit at the counter. I say how sweaty they feel and grab myself a glass of water.

I playfully say that I'm going upstairs to my room now and you floor behind me. You get a perfect view of my feet and ass as I walk the stairs slowly.

I jump on the bed and display my feet, knowing just how much you love them. I wiggle and touch my sensitive sweaty feet. <...

I come home from a very sweaty and intense tennis session in my tight white outfit of shorts, t-shirt and pumps.

I can't wait to get my shoes and socks off and give them a quick rub. You get a good eyeful as you sit at the counter. I say how sweaty they feel and grab myself a glass of water.

I playfully say that I'm going upstairs to my room now and you floor behind me. You get a perfect view of my feet and ass as I walk the stairs slowly.

I jump on the bed and display my feet, knowing just how much you love them. I wiggle and touch my sensitive sweaty feet.

I suddenly got a great idea. I don't think I've gotten enough exercise yet so maybe we could play a little game.

First you need to tie me up in a tight hogtie and cleave gag. Then I have 10 minutes to struggle and get out of the ropes. If I don't get out in time then you get to tickle my over sensitive feet.

You of course agree and quickly tie me up. After the timer starts I struggle and enjoy my predicament. You walk around me getting good shots when I roll on my sides and front.

As the timer ticks away I get slightly more desperate. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. I don't want to get tickled after all.

I lost the game and I know what is coming next. You leave the room and come back with an electric toothbrush.

The door closed on my room as I'm trying to struggle away from my inevitable fate!