He Tied My Feet In A Headrest, He Tickled My Soles, And Then He Made Me Cum

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, June 1, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, June 11, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

One of the craziest things that I ever did was to let a perfect stranger tie my feet to the headrest in his car. He tickled my soles, sucked my toes, and then he made me cum multiple times after he pulled down my blue jeans, and my panties to get me off with sex toys.

Whenever I want to make sure that I get off while I'm masturbating, I think about what he did to me after he seduced me to get into his car, which turned out to be a van. If you're wondering how this happened, it all started when I was reading a book in a park near my house.

I was wearing a white blouse with no bra, blue jeans, sexy panties underneath, and flip flops. Because I find it arousing to tease men with my feet with the hope that a foot fetishist might strike up a conversation with me, I was dangling one of my flip flops, and letting it fall onto a large beach towel that I was lying face down on.

Every time that my flip flop would fall to the ground, I would slip my bare foot back into it, and cross my legs behind me to teasingly dangle the flip flop on my other foot to do the same thing.

Invariably, as you might be tempted to do yourself if you're ever around to see it, a foot fetishist if there's one walking by, will plant himself near me to enjoy what I'm doing. Whenever I take notice of that happening, I sometimes reach behind me to give myself a quick foot massage as if I'm inviting the foot fetishist to offer to give me one himself.

Of course, I am inviting him to give me a foot massage with the hope that he'll start up a conversation with me. He just doesn't know it yet. I want him to tell me how pretty my feet are, or something to that effect. I love it when a man tells me that I have nice feet. I like keeping my size 7 1/2 feet in great shape. I keep them very soft, and I regularly give myself pedicures with different colors depending on my mood at any given time.

On that particular afternoon, a foot fetishist parked himself within my peripheral vision behind me about 15 yards away. When I dropped both of my flip flops off, and I laid my wrinkled soles together on the beach towel, he moved to about 6 feet away to enjoy that tempting view up close. It made me wet to think that he was enjoying my wrinkled soles.

Not every man who sits near me, or walks over to start up a conversation with me has a foot fetish. On the other hand, foot fetishism is one of the most common sexual fetishes there are, so it's not unusual for foot fetish guys to say something to me whenever I'm teasing them with my feet. This was one of those days.

Sure enough, a few minutes after he sat down to get a closer look at my wrinkled soles, he walked over to start a conversation with me.

"I hope you don't mind me asking you this," he said, "but do you like having your feet massaged, and if you do, when's the last time that you had anybody give you a foot massage."

I realize that a lot of women might be put off by such a bold approach, but I like it when a man gets right to the point, especially when he has a foot fetish. Besides, he had a beautiful smile, and softly spoken voice.

I laughed, and replied, "I love having my feet massaged, and it's been a long time since anybody's given me one. Are you offering?"

"I am," he promptly answered with a smile. "Your feet are absolutely perfect. I'd love to give you one."

"I'm sure not going to turn down a foot massage," I told him with a laugh. "My feet are yours if you want them."

"Thank you," he replied with glee.

I closed the book I was reading, I closed my eyes, and he promptly laid my feet in his lap to massage my soles.

At one point I said to him, "Wow! You're really good at this. Thank you."

"Thank you for letting me do this," he replied. "It's my pleasure."

By then I could tell that he was being pleasured by giving me a foot massage because I felt his hard cock underneath his blue jeans pressing up against the tops of my feet as he massaged my soles. I loved the naughtiness of having him get hard. Every once in a while in short bursts, he'd firmly hold my ankles together, and tickle my wrinkled soles. That's when I could feel him getting really hard.

I love having the soles of my feet tickled, so I just kind of giggled, and squirmed whenever the tickling was harder than I could take. The more I moved my feet the best that I could in his firm grip, the harder that he got, which got me pretty wet.

Even though the park was pretty deserted that afternoon, I still started to feel a little self conscious of what we were doing. He evidently felt the same way.

"I guess I shouldn't be getting carried away here in a public park," he told me.

"You're probably right," I concurred.

"This might be a strange request," he added, "but I really like tickling the soles of your feet. I'd really like to tickle them in my car for some privacy. Would you be okay with that?"

As I mentioned before, I really love having the soles of my feet tickled, which he clearly realized, so I agreed to let him tickle my feet in his car. Mind you, I happen to be a married woman, which made what I was about to do with him even naughtier. On the other hand, my husband always encourages me to take advantage of foot fetish opportunities with other men, especially since he fantasizes about it all of the time.

His car turned out to be a large commercial van with no windows on the sides or in the back. He told me it was one of the vehicles that he had in his fleet for a moving company that he owns. I was impressed. I was also a tad intimated given that I had just agreed to let him tickle my feet in his "car" as it were, which was actually a large commercial van. He had parked it at the far end of the parking lot in the corner near some large trees that afforded even more privacy than the almost windowless van itself.

I remembered seeing his van when I parked. I figured that somebody was taking a break from work. In his case, this would be a tickle break, which I found to be amusing.

"Ah, ha!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "So this is where you torture tickle unsuspecting women!"

"Uh, oh," he laughed. "You figured it all out."

"This should be interesting," I giggled.

"I have a feeling that you're going to love it," he replied.

"I hope so," I giggled again.

"If you don't," he assured me, "just let me know, and I'll stop."

"Stop?" I asked inquisitively.

"Of course," he assured me again. "This will only work if you enjoy it. Otherwise, I'll have to stop."

"Got it," I smiled. "Okay, let's see how this goes."

The two videos below of another woman having her soles tickled by some tickle enthusiast while trapped in the headrest of a car will give you an idea of how things got started. At his request, I put my feet in through the opening of the driver's side headrest just like you can see in the 1st video below. The only difference is that he pulled down a shade to cover the driver's side window to give us some real privacy.

Think about it. Wouldn't it be arousing to see the soles of a woman being tickled while her feet are trapped in a headrest? Of course it would!

1st Video:

I love the idea of having some man tickle the soles of my feet while I'm unable to do anything about it. It made me wish that he had tied my feet in his headrest. I didn't tell him what I was thinking, but he obviously thought the same thing since the next thing I knew, he had tied my toes together, and secured them to the headrest.

The 2nd video below only shows that other woman's toes tied together; not her ankles, too. But he tied my ankles together so that my feet were secured in his headrest so that I was helpless to stop him from having his way with my feet.

2nd Video Screen Capture:

2nd Video:

I kind of resisted what he was doing to me, which he could tell that I was only putting up a mock resistance. Both of us got into the excitement of me resisting him, which added to our mutual arousal.

Unlike the video that you see in my story, instead of putting lotion all over my soles, and toes, he spread a bunch of what he told me was an edible lubricant. When he put some on my lips so that I could give it a taste, it tasted a lot like strawberry jam, which I love.

"That's really tasty," I told him.

"It sure is," he replied right before he layered my toes in it, and started to suck them.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "That feels incredible!"

"I'm glad you like it," he quickly said after interrupting himself, and then getting back to sucking my toes.

I've had my toes sucked before, which I've always loved, but this was the 1st time that I ever had my toes sucked while my feet were tied to the headrest in the car of a complete stranger. Well, I suppose by then he wasn't a complete stranger since he and I bonded quite nicely when he gave me such a great foot massage.

That did it for me. I was his after that.

The next thing I knew, he climbed into the back seat, and reached around to tickle my soles from there. I'm not sure why, but the tickling seemed more intense, so I grabbed his arms to stop him.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I don't know why, but I'm suddenly extremely ticklish!"

"I'm pretty sure it's because you're tied up," he explained. "Only one way to find out for sure."

I didn't know what he meant by that, but it aroused me to hear him say what he did, especially when he playfully grabbed my wrists, deftly restrained them together with soft thick cotton rope, and then secured them above my head to the top of his van. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a strap secured to the van's metal structure that had a metal hook dangling from it, which is how he secured my bound wrists.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked. "Is it too tight?"

"I think it's good," I heard myself saying.

"Good," he replied.

I liked that he asked if I was comfortable. I can't really explain it except to say that I was very attracted to him. I really liked how he took control of me in the way that he did. I didn't feel scared at all. I felt incredibly aroused. I was so turned on by what he was doing that I wanted him to do more than just have his way with my feet.

"Are you going to fuck me?" I suddenly blurted out as if I wanted him to fuck me, which I kind of did.

"No," he replied with a playful smile while reaching around my back, "but I am going to get you off with these."

In his hands were two very familiar items, sex toys to be specific, both of which I knew quite intimately. One was a favorite vibrator of mine, and the other one was a vibrating egg, both of which I had at home.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed. "I have those!"

"Then you know what they do," he laughed. "I'm going to get you off with them, and there isn't a thing that you can do about it."

I didn't want to do anything about it except to let him have his way with me. I could tell that he knew that I wanted him to get me off. Still, I pretended to protest, and he pretended to ignore my protests.

"I'm married. I can't let you do this to me," I pretended to protest.

"You're not letting me," he playfully replied, "You're tied and helpless to stop me. There's not a thing you can do about it."

While I gasped out loud in protest, he deftly unbuttoned my blue jeans, pulled them down to my ankles, and then he pulled my panties down to my ankles as well. I guess I should say up to my ankles since they were still secured to the headrest. But not for long. He temporarily freed both of my ankles, stripped off my jeans and panties entirely, and then he once again secured my ankles. This time, my left ankle was secured to the left headrest, and my right ankle was secured to the right headrest so that my legs were spread eagle.

My dripping wet pussy was open for his use, and my sensitive clit was fully available to stimulate as he wished. After inserting the vibrating egg to stimulate my G-spot, which at first he set on low, he pressed the vibrator's head down onto my clit, and kept the pressure up until I was about to explode with a much desired climax.

"Not quite yet," he teased after he pulled the vibrator away just before I was about to climax. "When I'm ready to make you cum, I'll let you know."

He did this a few times until I began to beg him for some relief.

"Please," I begged, "please let me cum! Can I cum now?"

But he didn't let me cum. He teased me a few more times. The orgasm denial was driving me nuts.

"Okay, you sexy, naughty woman," he finally said, "I think it's time to make you to cum."

"Yes please," I begged. "Please let me cum. I want you to make me cum!"

He pulled out the vibrating egg, and applied more pressure to my clit with the vibrator while inserting two of his fingers into my pussy. Moments later his fingers found my G-spot, and he began to massage it while still stimulating my clit at the same time. The sensation was intense. I didn't think that I could hold on any longer.

"Can I cum now?" I gasped out loud.

"Yes you can," he answered.

As soon as I heard him tell me that I could cum, my body tensed up, and I began to squirt uncontrollably. I couldn't help myself. I kept squirting, and squirting, and squirting! I couldn't stop squirting! The sensation was so intense that I begged him to stop.

"Please!" I begged. "I can't take any more. Please stop!"

Instead of stopping, he exclaimed, "Oh my God! This is great! I love that you can squirt like this!"

Tears of intense pleasure were streaming down my cheeks. I was breathless. I was exhausted! I was having squirting orgasms, or female ejaculations, which a lot of people call them. I've had them before, but I never felt them so intensely!

It was almost perverse the way that he was getting off on what he was doing to me, but it was also kind of perverse for me to be craving his complete control over my body. This was very clearly a win-win situation for both of us. I couldn't really understand it, and I didn't want to understand it. What I knew for certain, though, was that despite my real protests because of how intense the pleasure was, I was totally on board with what he was doing to me. Without a doubt, I knew that he knew that I loved being sexually dominated by him.

As soon as he freed me from the restraints, I gave him a big hug, and hung onto him for quite a while. He kissed me, and told me how glad he was that he made the decision to talk to me after he felt seduced by my wrinkled soles, and perfectly pedicured toes.

"Yeah, I kind of did seduce you, didn't I?" I rhetorically asked him.

"I'm glad that you did," he replied. "I couldn't help myself."

We decided to exchange numbers with the idea that at some point we'd re-create what we had enjoyed.

"I'm not so sure that I should tell my husband even though I know that he'd get off on hearing about what happened," I told him.

"I understand," he replied. "Sometimes it's best not to say anything even when you think that it might be okay to say something."

"Then that's what I'll do," I told him, "I'll keep it to myself, at least for now."

"Or maybe forever," he laughed.

"Or maybe forever," I returned the laugh.

It was then that he admitted he was married, which I told him I had figured he was because of the gold band that he was wearing on his wedding finger.

"Oh yeah," he sheepishly replied. "I kind of forgot about that."

"I didn't forget about being married," I told him. "Actually, while you were having your way with me, I was thinking about how my husband would get off on knowing that I got off on what you did to me."

"Yeah, it's kind of funny how that works," he replied, "and that's a good thing."

"I think so, too," I agreed.

I don't know why I didn't call him, or why he didn't call me, but we never saw each other after that one arguably crazy time together. Go figure. But at least both of us have memories of it, which as I mentioned at the top of this story is something I think about to help get me off while I'm masturbating.