Tina's Babysitting Adventure
by
I.M. Entrubble
Published on Thursday, April 10, 2008
Author's Disclaimer: "The following story is
a work of fiction, based
on a tabloid story
from way back in 1991, and has been written
solely -- (no pun
intended!) --- for entertainment purposes."
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Even as far back as when she was a little girl, Tina had had big feet.
By the time she was in third grade, her friends had started calling her
"Bigfoot"
because she wotre a size 10, and the name stuck. At 19 years of age,
Tina's titantic tootsies measured a whopping 15 inches. In fact, her
feet were so big, she had to have all her shoes, except for sport shoes
and flip-flops, custom-made. Athletic shoes were a lot easier for her
to find, although she had to wear a 20AAA size.
Despite all this, Tina had developed into an athetically attractive
young woman standing 5 feet, eleven inches tall, and weighing 160
pounds. She was also a very pretty blond. Pretty in a tomboyish sort of
way. She never wore make-up or nail polish. She had that "natural"
kind of beauty.
Tina was very athletic. She was active on her college track, soccer,
and softball teams. Although she took a lot of good-natured ribbing
about the size of her feet, she sometimes encountered some people who
would make rude remarks like, "Do you have oars to paddle those boats?"
She was also the subject of the occassional foot fetishist who would
tell her things like, "Babe, your dogs could be a man's best
friend; namely me!" For some reason, though, she had
never been approached by guys who wanted to photograph her displaying
her bare feet. She took it all in stride, figuring that it was all par
for the course.
In an effort to supplement her income from her part-time
waitressing job, Tina also did occasional babysitting, although the "babies"
whom she usually sat for were elementary of middle school age. She
always got along pretty well with the kids she sat for even though they
sometimes teased her about her feet as well. But there was one sitting
job that she had recently taken that she initially thought she'd want
to forget until in retrospect she found it to be quite exciting. It all
started when she was called to sit for a couple who had a twelve year
old son. This particular family had just recently moved into the
neighborhood that Tina lived in, and had heard about her babysitting
duties through neighborly word of mouth.
On one particular evening that would forever be cemented into Tina's
mind, she arrived around 5:30 p.m. with the boy's parents ready to go
out. When the father introduced his son to Tina, she saw that he had a
passing resemblance to the child actor who played "Ralphie"
in her favorite cult classic movie "A CHRISTMAS STORY." He was
also cute looking in a shy kind of way, and Tina liked him immediately.
"Hello
there Tommy," she said as she held out her hand for him
to shake. "I'm Tina. How are you tonight?"
"Oh fine," said Tommy as he gingerly shook Tina's hand.
After reminding Tommy to "mind Tina," the parents left
for their night on the town.
Tommy then lead Tina into the living room where he pointed to a rocking
chair with a soft cushion on the seat, and a foot rest with a cusion on
top of it as well. "There ya' go Tina," he said.
"I
fixed that up just for you."
"My, aren't you the little gentleman," Tina responded as
she sat down on the rocker, and strectched her jean-clad legs out on
the foot rest. "MMmmmm, this is really comfortable,"
she remarked.
In the meantime Tommy settled into the sofa next to where Tina was
sitting. "Cool outfit Tina," he
remarked, pointing to her track team T-shirt, blue denim jeans, and
shite sport shoes.
"Oh
thank you Tommy," she answered, surprised to get a
compliment from such a young boy. With that the boy settled down to
watch a rerun of "DENNIS THE MENACE," which
was kind of ironic considering the kind of kid Tommy happened to be.
During the commercials Tina proceeded to strike up a conversation with
her new charge. "So tell me Tommy, how are you doing in
school?"
"Okay I guess," he answered in the same shy manner.
"Any
girlfriends?"
"Uh, uh."
"Aw, you're kidding," Tina playfully teased. "A cutie
like you doesn't have any girlfriends yet?"
As if to change the subject, Tommy asked, "Fancy a
coke?"
"Oh, how sweet," she gushed. "You sure
know how to treat a girl."
As Tommy went into the kitchen, Tina thought, "Boy,
what a thoughtful kid he is. This sure is an easy way to make twenty
dollars." Little did she know.
In the meantime, Tommy returned with two freshly opened bottles of
Coca-cola, and handed one to Tina. Then he sat down on the floor next
to her, and held up his hand saying, "A toast to our new friendship. Friends?"
"Friends," she answered, clicking her bottle against his.
It wasn't long before the cozy atmosphere, comfy rocker, and the
previous late night of studying took their toll. Tina soon found
herself nodding off. Over the next few minutes she'd wake up, and then
nod off back to sleep again until she finally fell into a deep sleep.
Tommy could hardly believe his luck. Tina seemed to be out cold.
Evidently she was a deep sleeper.
This naively-unsuspecting 19-year old girl was totally unaware that
this seemingly innocent young boy harbored an insane mania/fetish for
tickling a pretty girl's feet.
After making sure that Tina was out cold, he left the room, and
returned with a roll of heavy duty duct tape, which he carefully used
to strap Tina's wrists onto the arm rests of the chair. Likewise, he
strapped down her legs to the footrest with her sportshoe-clad feet
just over the edge. Still out cold, and unaware of what Tommy was doing
to her, he say down in front of the footrest, and proceeded to strip
off Tina's sportshoes, and gym socks. It was then that his 12-year old
heart started racing as his eyes met Tina's bare feet for the first
time. Despite their unusual size, Tina's feet were as perfect as those
of any other attractive young woman. They were flawless with
immaculately pedicured toenails, and no traces of callouses at all.
After the initial attack of lust subsided, Tommy brought out a long
piece of twine, and used it to tie Tina's feet together by her big
toes. He secured her feet even more immobile by strapping her ankles
together with some more heavy duty duct tape. "She's
not going anywhere," he thought to himself. He settled
down, and began to skitter his fingertips up and down her soft bare
soles.
Despite her deep sleep, Tina immediately woke up with a squeal in her
voice. "Eeek," she screamed with a
start. She was shocked at the sudden tickling sensations emanating from
her bare feet. To her initial horror, she immediately realized that she
had been immobilized onto the rocker and footrest with duct tape, and
that her feet had been stripped bare, her shoes and socks discarded on
the carpet nearby.
Tommy's voice snapped her back into the reality of her predicament; a
potentially risky circumstance that could go badly.
"Sleeping
on the job, are we?" Tommy playfully asked Tina.
"What's
the big idea?" Tina cried out, initially panicked at her
sudden imprisonment. She knew right away that there was no way she
could break free from her bonds. But she also instinctively knew that
Tommy's naiveté was innocent enough, and she shouldn't panic.
Still, she didn't want to encourage him. "Turn me
loose this instant," she demanded.
"I
don't think you're in any position to make any demands,"
he retorted. "In fact, I'd say you're in for a real long
night." He then dug his fingertips into her soft insteps,
making her explode into a fit of wild, squealing laughter as she rocked
back and forth the best that she could, although she was hardly moving
at all. He had duct-taped her well. Her blond hair whipped from side to
side.
"Tickle,
tickle, tickly-tickle," crooned Tommy as he continued his
ticklish assault on Tina's titantic tootsies as she cackled, screamed,
and squealed some more. Hot tears streamed down her pretty face.
Tina's squealing laughter was music to Tommy's ears. "Tina,
I'm sure glad we met," he told her. "You're
the best sitter I ever had, and I have to say I just LOVE these feet of
yours. They've just been begging for a good tickling, and I just can't
get over how big, and how pretty they are! I sure hope you're willing
to put up with me for a few hours. Now, tell me that you're in love
with me, or you're really going to get it!"
"Are ylou crazy?" Tina cried out. "You're
just a little ... OHNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! My GoHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh God, you're going to make me PEEEEE my
PAAAAAAANNNTSSS!"
"Tina," said Tommy, "I just love your big bare feet. First of
all, I just love a pretty girl's feet. Second of all, I just love to
tickle a pretty girl's feet." He then proceeded to attack
Tina's feet once again.
"EEEEEEE!!!"
Tina screamed! "OmygoHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STOP
IIIIT! SAAAH ... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Alas,
Tina's pleadings did no good. Her bare feet scrunched spastically with
every touch of Tommy's small fingertips as she laughed, and cackled
like an insane caged hyena, rocking back and forth the best she could,
and shaking her head side to side. "Pleeeeease, no more!" Tina
wined to no avail. This 19-year old coed was in for a night of tickle Hell that her bare feet
would not get over for a long time to come. In restrospect, this was an
experience worth remembering for a lifetime, but at the time she wished
she could be out on the campus running track so that this crazy kid
would just disappear from her life!
"Tina,
you're so athletic," Tommy said. "And I
happen to be tickletic!" He then drove into Tina's
insteps again, evoking even louder and wilder screams of laughter from
his hysterical, helpless victim. Then Tommy proceeded to alternate
between tickling Tina's soles, and squeezing each of her toes as if he
was playing "this little piggy," which
made her laugh and scream all the more.
Finally he decided to give his captive a breather. He got up, and left
the room saying, "Be back in a bit, Tina."
Tina began to access her situation. She had been "captured"
by a demented preadolesent foot-fiend with an insane crush on her feet.
She wondered how soon it would be before he would finally tire of
tormenting, and toying with her bare feet.
Just then Tommy returned carrying a small cardboard box, which he set
down next to Tina's discarded shoes and socks. He took out a plastic
comb with a pointy handle, which he used to prod her bare soles,
sending her into yet another squealing, screaming, laughing fit. Then
he proceeded to experiment with other improvised instruments of
torture; a hairbrush with stiff bristles, a metal house key, a butter
knife, an electric massager, an emory board, a piece of sandpaper, and
a feather duster. Each object was enough to send Tina into a renewed
fit of screaming laughter. Her feet were nearly three times more
sensitive than the average woman, and she could not take being tortured
like this. But all she could do was to squeal, laugh, and scream as
Tommy continued his assault on her tormented tootsies.
Soon Tommy gave Tina another chance to catch her breath. Then he asked
her, "Who's
the best kid you ever sat for?" Before she could answer,
Tommy dug his fingertips between her toes, making her scream and cry
out.
"You
are Tommy! You're the best kid I ever sat FOOOORRRRRR!"
"And are you in love with me, Tina?" Again he attacked
the soft insteps of her feet.
"Yes,
Tommy, yes!" Tina cried out. "Im in
love with YOOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
(gasp) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
(cough) OhgodthisisINSAAAAAAAHAHAHA!"
As the little demon continued to grope, prod, and pinch Tina's feet, he
forced her to say that she would "play footsie" with him when
she next came over, that he really turned her on, and that she was "a
ticklish little girly-girl." Obviously, the little rascal
really enjoyed having complete control over the bare feet of this older
teenage girl who had been hired as his sitter.
After giving Tina another break by herself, Tommy returned as he lead a
German Shepard dog by the collar, and was holding a plastic squirt
bottle of honey in his free hand. "This is Rex," he told her. "I've
been keeping him out back for this very moment!" He
patted the dog, and then put a newspaper on the carpet right below
Tina's imprisoned bare feet. Then he proceeded to cover them with
honey, making double-sure to put plenty between Tina's toes. Her eyes
widened with terror as she realized what was about to happen next.
"Oh,
no!" She cried out in alarm. "Tommy,
you wouldn't dare do this. This is sooo wrong!"
"Sorry, Tina," he answered, "but it's
snack time for Rexy-boy!" He patted the dog and
commanded, "Okay, pal. Sic 'er!"
The dog sniffed at Tina's honey-covered feet, and licked his
chops. Tina looked on in horror, and cried, "Please
Tommy. Don't let him do this!"
But Rex had one thing on his mind. He began to lap at the
coed's mega-ticklish feet. Rex's tongue tickled even worse than Tommy's
fingertips had before. Tina screamed in utter ticklish agony. Finally
the dog had licked off every last bit of honey from off the coed's
soles, and between her toes. Tommy then called Rex off, and took him
back outside.
Once again Tina was given time to catch her breath as she wondered if
her ordeal was over at last. Just then Tommy came back into the room
wearing a pair of gloves, and in each gloved hand there was an ice cube!
"NOOOOOO!"
Yelped Tina as she tried in vain to break her bonds. "This is
SICK!" Her protests quickly turned to wild laughter s
Tommy rubbed the ice cubes up and down her bare soles. The icy
sensations ran up her legs, through her torso, and exploded into her
brain as she cried, "Nooooo, my gawwwwddd!!! (gasp) Quiiiit
Iiiiiiiiit! (gasp)
(cough) Aaa
HAHAHAHA!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Tommy couldn't believe how hard Tina was laughing. "Sorry,"
he told her, "but we won't be done until the ice is all
melted."
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Tina screamed, unable to
take very much more of the torture.
At long last, the ice had completely melted, and Tommy decided that
Tina had enough. "Thanks Tina," he told her. "You've
been a really good sport. And what's more, you're like a good fairy
who's made a boy's wish come true!" He then kissed each
of her feet, and gave them both one last tickle. Then he proceeded to
undo her taped bonds. By this time poor Tina was totally exhausted. Her
throat was raw from all the squealing and laughing she had been forced
to do, and her feet itched from the constant hellish tickling she'd
been forced to endure. She set them down, and scuffed them against the
carpeting to relieve the itching. However, once Tina gathered her
composure, she sat Tommy down for a little talk.
"Listen
Tommy," she started saying. "We have
to make a few things clear. Otherwise, I can't be your babysitter
anymore. Do you understand?"
"You mean I can't tie you up anymore?" He questioned her.
"I
suppose we can play tie-up games if we are careful about it,"
Tina answered back, "but this foot tickling thing could mean
you have a foot fetish, and a tickling fetish. You're probably too
young to know it, but fetishes are often sexual in nature, so I think
you need to talk to your parents about it."
"I can't talk to them about this stuff," Tommy pleaded. "It's
embarassing. Can't I just talk to you about it?"
"That wouldn't be appropriate unless one of your parents are talking
with us," Tina explained. She was trying to be
responsible about what had just happened. Tina could sense Tommy's
apprehension, and embrassment, so she added, "Listen,
there's nothing to be embarrassed about. At your age you aren't really
old enough to really know what's going on. Besides, at this stage it's
all pretty innocent stuff. I'm just talking to you now about it because
I don't want to lead you on in a direction that you shouldn't be going.
Do you kind of get what I'm saying here?"
"I think so," he sheepishly replied. At this point Tina
could see Tommy morphing back to himself; a young boy who was shy. But
she also knew she'd have to be careful about how he expressed his foot,
and tickling fetish with her. For him, it probably wasn't yet sexual,
or if it was, he probably didn't really understand it.
As it turned out, Tina had a private, and interesting conversation with
Tommy's parents when they returned home. Tina was forthcoming about
what had happened, and although Tommy using duct tape was "a first" according
to his parents, they were not particularly surprised by what had
happened.
"We're
so sorry," Tommy's mom Cheryl had told her. "I hope
it wasn't too much of an ordeal."
"Not really," Tina admitted. "Or
rather, it WAS quite an ordeal. At the time I could hardly stand it,
but there was no harm done, and I'm perfectly fine. I'm more
embarrassed about falling asleep like I did. I'm really sorry about
that. It won't happen again."
"Well, despite what happened," Tommy's mom started to
explain, "he's actually a good kid. He can take care
of himself, and doesn't really need a babysitter. I just like having
one in the house when we're out just in case he needs an adult to be
there for him if there's some kind of an emergency."
"I understand," Tina replied.
"By
the way," Cheryl said to Tina in reference to her husband
Michael as she nodded her head in his direction, "he
happens to have a foot fetish. You're making me wonder if it's
hereditary." Then she paused, and added with a naughty
smile on her face, "Except that Michael doesn't use duct tape."
It wasn't the last time Tina babysat for Tommy.
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