She Wanted Me Alone, Part 2
Published on Wednesday, December 12, 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 startled by the sudden rocking of the boat indicating that people were boarding. There was giggling, and I realized there was more than one woman. I thought Cynthia was going to be alone. Now here I was without a stitch on, fully exposed, and extremely vulnerable. There was no way I could escape that quickly despite my hands still being free. I was promised pussy if I complied, but it appeared they had naughty ideas of their own!
 
The master berth door was opened, and in walked sexy Cynthia with two other women, a redhead and another brunette. I noticed all were in good shape.
 
"This is Stephanie and Donna, and we already left our shoes on the aft deck," smiled Cynthia. "Oh, this speechless one is Marc," she told her friends.

What in hell was I supposed to say at this point?  I had never really been at a loss for words, but nothing quite fit this occasion.
 
Cynthia asked Stephanie the redhead to help her tie my hands. They both got on the berth to tie my wrists together, and stretched my arms out fully away from my body, using more rope than necessary, the weight of which was incredible since it was 3/4" line.
 
"W--w-w-w-wait," I stammered.

"Wait for what," chided Cynthia. They soon had me tied off and now completely helpless in a most awkward, yet not totally uncomfortable position. I began straining against my bonds, and realized I'd have a better chance of picking up Hillary than escaping these women.
 
"He looks hot like this," said the brunette Donna. "I've never had a man tied up in the nude like this. This is cool. Look at his big cock. It's getting bigger!"
 
They all started talking at once in whispers. Giggling, they chimed in together, and said to one another, "Let's start on his bare feet. Yeah, you get that one, and I'll get this one. Here. Rub in this oil. It'll make his bare soles even more sensitive. Ohhh, look at this. He's already squirming, and we're just rubbing the oil in. His toes are curling, and we haven't even started yet!"
 
"P-p-p-p-please ddddon't! I want to stop," I pleaded.
 
"I don't think so Mr. hot shot. You're a guy who likes to tickle girls, so you're going to get it good," Cynthia hissed.
 
Cynthia ran her very sharp Corvette Red nail polished manicured index finger from one of my heels to my toes. The feeling was like a shock. I struggled to get out of the way, but the tight heavy rope kept me bound tightly, so there was very little movement. My only protection was curling my toes, and wrinkling my high arched bare soles. This seemed to goad them on.
 
They chattered as the other two women began tickling my bare soles with both hands since there was no need to secure them. They were quite caught, and with little room to maneuver, they took the full onslaught of women turned on by tickling a helpless male. They taunted me as they tickled. "Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy koo. Tickle your bare feet. Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Cynthia leaned over to me, and in a hoarse sexy whisper said, "It turns you on, doesn't it? It arouses you. It EXCITES YOU!!!!!!! You like that it excites you, don't you? You like having both of your feet stuck up in the air while your cock is rock hard."

Turning to her girlfriends she said, "Look at this cock girls it's throbbing!"
 
My asshole was twitching uncontrollably. The barefoot tickling caused a tickling sensation deep in my ass hole, and caused my cock to throb. The sexual arousal made me flush. I had lost total control. I was so sexually excited that I strained even harder, and futilely against my ropes. Worse yet was that I could watch them in the mirror enjoying the tickle torture of my toes curling, and my soles wrinkling on my bare feet. They were both excellent ticklers, and seemed to get great joy from battering my naked foot bottoms with their tickling finger tips.
 
"Wait, wait," said Cynthia. "Donna, grab those electric toothbrushes out of my bag. Now watch this girls."