She Wanted Me Alone, Part 1
Published on Monday, December 10, 2007
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NOTE: This story is about male feet only, and sexual domination of a male.

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I was reading the story about Joe having the tables turned on him on greatfeet.com and found myself becoming rather aroused (read Turning The Tables On Him).  Aroused hell, I was sitting at my computer in my home office in just a bathrobe, and by the time I was halfway through the story my 8" cock had burst through the robe fully erect and throbbing.  As I read on about the women taking advantage of him on his boat, I began thinking about how much in common I have with him, and pleasured myself into a hand towel. Whew!

The story began to haunt me.  I've been married for a number of years, however, unlike a lot of guys, I take working out seriously like 6 or 7 days a week, treadmill, jogging, lifting, bicycling and swimming.  I have a slight paunch, but otherwise I'm in great shape. When my wife and I go out with a gay couple we know to their haunts in West Hollywood, it never fails that guys will hit on me. Surprise! You're in a gay bar. Duh! But as my gay friends tell me, I've got a nice tight ass. Having a thing for bare feet, I like to tease guys who have a foot fetish by wearing leather thong sandals, so when I see somebody looking, I kick them off and give them a glimpse of my bare soles. The braver ones hit on me, but I'm always with my wife, so I introduce them to our gay couple buds, and they make it clear I'm straight. If they think like I do about women, they'd probably love to have me nude and hogtied on their beds in their apartment as they tickle torture my high arched sexy looking bare feet, and probably masturbate thinking about getting me.
 
All that aside, I've been tied up by women, and tickled and jerked off simultaneously even by more than one woman. But it's been years. I've yet to experience one who would truly become aroused, along with a few girlfriends, to get a guy for his years of tying up girls, and tickle torturing them mercilessly while making them cum against their will.
 
Recently however, after discussing this story with a mutual foot lover, he told me about a guy who's sexy forty or early fifty something wife was definitely into barefoot guys, especially those who are ticklish. They had naughty fun with other couples, and sometimes single guys, but they are  upscale, intelligent and extremely discrete.
 
I didn't make a big issue of it, but I slowly got him to take me their house for a few drinks. She was sexy indeed, and I couldn't keep my eyes off her bare feet, pert tits, and sexy ass. She was brunette, in very good shape, wearing a T-shirt (no bra), and skin tight jeans. 
 
When I entered their house, I of course took off my leather thong sandals. My feet had just been pedicured, and my toenails buffed. She notice my bare feet, and I flashed my soles at her every chance I got. She asked me at one point casually if they were ticklish, and I said, "extremely," explaining how the Vietnamese salon ladies seemed to take great joy in brushing my bare soles while often chattering among themselves in Vietnamese, and while probably encouraging the girl working on my feet to really tickle me as they all watched and giggled.
 
At this point she began squirming on the couch, and seemed to be getting turned on. We weren't there that long, but the introduction made me think she was attracted to me.
 
Later, her husband knowing her aggressiveness toward men, told her about my penchant for tickle torturing women, and Cynthia (the woman's name) said something like, "That arrogant bastard needs to taught a lesson!"
 
The Joe story took place on a boat, and I have a boat as well, which is also in Marina del Rey. However, there are 5,000 boats there, so that's not unusual. My friend told Cynthia's husband that she turned me on, and through her husband and my friend, they said she would love do some naughty things with me, but on her conditions.
 
At a special place and afternoon, she wanted me alone on the boat, stark naked in self bondage with my legs up in the air bent back and spread. She wanted heavy rope used, and would tie my hands herself. Then she would have sex with me. The thought of "making it" with this sexy womanly woman made my cock rock hard. I was willing to do anything.
 
Consequently, like the old adage goes, "Women, how do you get a man to take his clothes off? Answer; you ask him."
 
Three on Wednesday finds me bare ass naked with several coils of rope, much like Joe in the story. I figured out a way to drop lines through the forward hatch over the master berth, and like Joe in that story, I did it in front of a mirror. Also like Joe, I did it with my head propped on pillows so I could see my own image in front of the mirror on the back of the door.
 
I tied my ankles, and drew them back so that my private areas were totally on display. My bare soles and toes would be flaunting any viewer to take advantage of their vulnerability as my feet are super ticklish. My ankles felt tightly gripped by the heavy rope. The reflection in the mirror was narcissistic as the scene before me was extremely arousing. I looked at myself bound in the nude, and spread wide open. I realized that my bare soles are extremely sexy.