My Neighbor Likes To Be Tied and Tickled

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, December 30, 2023.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Sunday, December 31, 2023.

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Up until a few months ago, I never would have guessed that my neighbor has wet dreams about being tied and tickled. The best part of it for me is that she has perfect feet with nice arches, soft looking wrinkled soles, and beautifully pedicured toes. She's a divorcee with grown kids, and she's very attractive.

It was a stroke of luck that I found out about her wet dreams. She had come over to my house with a bottle of wine to be consoled by me about breaking up with a guy who had been disappointing in a variety of ways including in the bedroom.

"He's so boring in bed," she told me after we had finished off her bottle of wine, and we had almost finished a 2nd bottle of wine that I had. "He just doesn't do it for me. Why can't I find somebody like you who's good looking, and who obviously knows how to please a woman?"

She knows that I have friends with benefits whom I see regularly, and she knows that I'm into the foreplay of giving them erotic, and sensual full body massages.

"You must be great in bed," she would tell me after getting drunk.

She didn't find out that I have a foot fetish until after I found out that she has wet dreams about being tied and tickled. On that particular evening, she was sitting on one end of the couch, and I was sitting on the other end of the couch. Both of us were pretty wasted, and free with our thoughts.

Her sexy bare feet were on the couch only inches away from my left thigh, when in a bit of a stupor because of the wine, I gave her wrinkled soles a light tickle.

"Ohhh, that tickles," she laughed without pulling back her feet.

"Sorry," instinctively blurted out. "I shouldn't have done that."

"I liked it," she told me. "I like having my feet tickled."

In the year that we had been next door neighbors, this was the first time that I had ever touched her feet, let alone tickle them. It was wonderful to hear her say that she liked having her feet tickled.

"I probably shouldn't tell you this, being that we're neighbors," I slurred, "but I have a foot fetish, and your feet are perfect."

"Thank you," she replied. "I had no idea that you have a foot fetish, and I'm glad that you like my feet. I do my best to take care of them."

I gently, but firmly grabbed onto her ankles, and pulled her toward me a little bit to put her feet in my lap. Then, while I held her ankles together with my left hand to hold her feet in place, I lightly began to tickle her soles.

"Ohhh, I like that," she let me know while resting her head against the couch, and closing her eyes. "That feels so good!"

For a while I just lightly traced by fingers along the soles of her sexy feet, and she moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, I gave her soles a quick, hard tickle, and she immediately tried to pull her feet away.

"Sorry!" She exclaimed. "My feet are really ticklish! I'd have to be tied down for you to do that to me."

"That can be arranged," I blurted out with a big smile on my face.

"I wasn't serious," she laughed. "I mean, I haven't been tied down before, but I've certainly had fantasies about it."

"About being tied and tickled?" I asked in amazement.

"Yes!" She exclaimed with a laugh. "And I can't believe I just told you that. I shouldn't have. It's the wine."

"I shouldn't have told you about my foot fetish either," I replied, "but I did, and now you know."

"I guess you should stop even though I really like having my feet tickled," she said.

"I suppose I should," I reluctantly agreed.

"I think that's why I have fantasies of being tickled while I'm tied up," she explained. "I liked being tickled, but I'm too ticklish to take it unless I'm tied up, and the thought of it always makes me wet."

"But you've never tried it before?" I queried.

"Not really," she answered.

"What do you mean not really?" I asked.

"I've sort of tried it by myself," she tried to explain.

"You mean like self bondage?" I asked.

"Yes, and I hope you're not going to judge me for it," she replied.

"Of course not, "I told her. "I think self bondage is hot. I love that you do that."

"It's arousing for me," she admitted, "and I've had quite a bit of practice with it."

"That I would like to see," I practically begged.

She laughed, and said, "I guess we're both drunk enough to do it."

"Then let's do it," I pleaded. "Go do your thing, and I'll be over in a few minutes."

"Now?" She giggled.

"Now or never," I replied. "I mean, if we don't do it now, we might not ever do it."

"We're both pretty wasted," she reminded me, "but I'm game if you are. I just want to step into the shower first, so give me a half hour."

"See you then," I smiled, "unless of course you sober up from the shower, and change your mind. Just text me when you're about ready, okay?"

"Okay," she replied.

After about forty minutes without getting a text from her, I worried that she might have changed her mind, or simply passed out in bed. I was wondering whether or not to call or text her when a few minutes later, she texted me.

"Come over in five minutes," her text read.

"See you then," I texted her back.

"I'll be blindfolded," she texted back with a sunglasses emoji.

"Then you'll feel me," I texted back with a thumbs up emoji.

For emergencies, we had gotten comfortable enough with each other to have exchanged keys a few months after I had bought my house next door to hers. As I let myself inside her house, I momentarily wondered if our usual, and comfortable neighborly relationship would change after this night of impromptu naughtiness. I suspected that she wondered the same thing.

We had always had wonderful sexual tension between us, and we even flirted from time to time, but we never dated, and we never got intimate with each other. Our talks had sometimes gotten intimate, and were revealing, but that was almost always after we had a few glasses of wine, or had a drink or two.

I hoped that things would stay the same. Only time would tell.

When I walked into her bedroom, which I purposely did as quietly as I could to add to the sexual tension, which was higher than it had ever been before between us, I almost gasped out loud from what I saw. For the first time ever, I saw her completely naked. Like I mentioned before, she's a very attractive woman, but I also saw that she was much more tone, and fit than I had imagined.

One of the things that surprised me was that she was wearing a ball gag. I guess it surprised me because I didn't expect it. I don't really know what I expected, but I didn't think that I'd see her wearing a ball gag. It looked fantastic, though, especially because she had put on really red lipstick to match her really red toenail polish.

I was also surprised to see that she was wearing nipple clamps. I didn't expect those, either, but I found them to be arousing. Her nipples were fully engorged, and standing tall, which said to me that she was excited about what we were doing. That made me more excited.

Before going over to her place, I had decided to play with her without saying a word unless she spoke to me first. I imagined with a ball gag, that would be out of the question anyway.

The first thing that I did before stripping myself completely naked was to kneel at the foot of her bed, and stretch my arms apart so that I could lightly glide my fingers along both of her soles at the same time.

She gasped out loud while scrunching her toes, and then she took some deep, measured breaths. I liked to think that she might be wondering if there was another person in the room with us. While the thought of two of us playing with her at the same time excited me, I was feeling surprisingly jealous about that imaginary second person. To be quite frank about it, I really wanted her all to myself. I didn't want to share my neighbor's gorgeous naked, and bound body with anybody else.

After lightly gliding my fingers along both of her soles at the same time, I stepped back to quickly strip myself completely naked before gliding my fingers along the rest of her naked, and bound body. When I realized that her restraints weren't taut, because how could they be with self bondage, I decided to tighten the straps that were attached to her wrists and ankle restraints so that she would be effectively immobilized. I could tell as soon as I began doing this that it excited her to be tied down so tightly.

After I finished, I kissed her forehead, and I moved down to her left foot. As I massaged it, I kissed and tongued her toes, and then I began sucking each one of them. She moaned her approval, and I continued. I took my time to thoroughly pleasure her left foot before moving over to her right foot to do the same.

After her feet, I moved on to kiss, lick, and tongue her entire naked, and bound body. I played with her pussy and clit, too, and then I gave her head.

Before removing her ball gag so that she could respond, I told her that I really wanted to get her off with her favorite sex toys if she had any, and if she didn't, I told her that I had brought some of my own to get her off.

After I removed her ball gag, she told me how incredible I had made her feel, and she also told me that she really needed me to get her off. Then she told me where her sex toys were, which were in a box in her nightstand.

"I'll get you off in a little while," I told her, "but first I want to see how ticklish you are."

"Oh no," she giggled. "You're really going to tickle me while I'm tied and helpless to do anything about it, aren't you?"

"You bet I am!" I happily exclaimed while starting at her feet.

I barely got started when she begged me to stop.

"Oh my God!" She protested. "It's too much. It's too much! You have to stop. Please stop!"

I stopped, but only because tears were streaming down her cheeks from underneath the blindfold.

After a bit of a break, I tickled the rest of her naked and bound body, too. But I had to give her breaks because she's incredibly ticklish. When I tickled her lightly, though, she really liked that. Naturally, when I used her favorite sex toys to get her off, she of course loved it! Sometimes, though, she'd beg me to stop because she was cumming too hard.

After she told me that she couldn't cum any more, I released her from the restraints, and she took a pee break before getting back into bed with me. Then I had her lay on her stomach so that I could give her an erotic, and sensual full body massage, which she loved.

"What about you?" She asked. "What can I do to get you off?"

"You've already done it," I told her. "You let me  play with you. That's more than enough for me."

"But I want you to get off, too," she insisted.

"Would you let me jerk off on your feet, or would that be too creepy for you?" I asked.

"Nothing you've done to me has been creepy," she assured me. "I loved everything you did. Do whatever you want. My feet are yours!"

"Thank you," I replied. "If you can just close your eyes, and relax, I'll do my thing with your feet to get myself off."

"I'm definitely good with that," she smiled before closing her eyes.

While she laid on her stomach, I lifted her legs up behind her, and I very happily sucked her toes.

"That feels incredible!" She told me.

After I sucked her toes, I laid her prone again, and I placed her sexy feet in my lap. Then I firmly held her ankles together so that I could keep her feet in place while I tickled her soles. My hard cock sprang up in between her wrinkled soles, and the friction of her soles stimulating my cock while she giggled, and laughed from the tickling made me shoot a couple of huge loads all over the back of her lets, and her soles.

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "It's amazing that you can get off on my feet like that."

Neither one of us realized how much time that we had spent together that night, but thankfully, she decided right then and there that she wanted to be one of my friends with benefits if I wanted the same.

I told her that would be great!

Naturally, if or when either one of us gets involved with somebody we have feelings for, we'll stop being friends with benefits, and go back to just being friendly neighbors.

"I'm good with that," she told me.

"So am I," I affirmed.

I wonder if there's such a thing as neighbors with benefits. I suppose there is such a thing. Of course, one would think that a neighbors with benefits would have to be managed very discreetly.