Gang Tickling Orgasms

Published early on our Previews page on Saturday, July 13, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Tuesday, July 23, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

I'm an artist who loves to paint. It's not what I do for a living, though, because I've always found the art world too intimating for me to try to sell any of my paintings. I make my living as an accountant, which is pretty boring, but I'm happy because I make a good living at it.

I've been to a lot of art shows in my life, but none have been so thrilling as the one I recently went to at a warehouse complex that houses a couple of art studios where a lot of artists show their paintings.

The thrilling part wasn't the show itself even though I had a great time. The thrilling part was what happened after the show when an art gallery owner, and her wife took me to another warehouse next door that housed a porn studio. When they told me the kind of porn that was shot there, I couldn't help but take them up on their offer to have a look for myself.

She knew about their schedule because she owns the warehouse complex where her art studio is located. The porn production company is her tenant. I was intrigued, to say the least. After all, the sexual tension between us was high, and I was high myself from having taken a chocolate edible that never fails to get me horny.

I'm normally only sexually attracted to men, but every once in a while I get wet when I see a pretty woman, especially when they have beautiful feet. Both the gallery owner, and her wife are very attractive, and both of them keep their beautiful feet in perfect condition with regular pedicures, and foot baths.

Coincidentally, the conversation we initially had was about the mutual attraction that we had with each other's feet. We didn't talk about art until after we walked about how we liked to keep our feet in top condition.

"I love teasing men with my feet," I told them. "Guys with a foot fetish always get so hot, and bothered whenever they lust after my feet. I love the control we have over them just because of our feet."

"I'm sure that a lot of women lust after your feet, too," the gallery owner's wife told me with a knowing smile.

"How do you feel about that?" The gallery owner asked.

"I like it," I answered with a smile. "It's always nice when anybody lusts after my feet."

"So is there anything in particular that you like having done to your feet?" The gallery owner asked.

"This might sound weird," I told her, "but I love having my feet tickled. It's always such a turn-on."

"That's not weird at all," she assured me. "A lot of people find foot tickling to be a very erotic experience. Not just the one who's being tickled, but also the one who's doing the tickling. Would you consider yourself to be a tickler or a ticklee?"

"Definitely a ticklee," I blurted out my confession.

"I know we just met, so I hope it's not too forward for me to ask, and if it is you have my apologies, but do you have any particular fantasy when it comes to having your feet tickled?" She asked.

"No apologies needed," I assured her. "I like talking about this. I don't really fantasize about it, but I, you know, I uh, I kind of think about things when I'm, uh, when I'm kind of playing with myself."

"You mean masturbation," she said with a smile.

"Okay, yeah, that!" I sheepishly admitted. "Masturbation."

"So what kind of things do you think about when you're getting yourself off?" She asked.

"It's too embarrassing, and weird to say," I answered.

"Why?" She rhetorically asked. "Let me guess. Does it have something to do with somebody tickling your feet while you're tied, and helpless to stop them?"

With a laugh, I admitted, "How did you know?"

"It's a common fantasy," she told me.

"I'm guessing that you were held down by friends of relatives, and tickled," she said. "Is that about right?"

"Yeah," I admitted again, "For some reason I was the one who was ganged up on, and tickled. Sometimes I hated it, but sometimes I really loved it."

"Can you stick around until after we close?" She asked. "We have something that I think you'd be interested in seeing."

"Sure," I told her.

"Great," she replied. "As soon as we get these stranglers out of here, we'll give you a tour of what's next door."

"You mean the porn studio?" I asked with intrigue.

"They're not shooting anything today," the gallery owner told me, "so it's a perfect time to show you. Nobody's there."

"Uh," I stammered. "Okay."

While the Gallery owner's wife was closing the place, and locking it up, the Gallery owner enticed me with a few photos that she had on her iPhone.

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I had mixed feelings about what she showed me. On the one hand, or the one foot I should say, I was incredibly aroused by what she showed me. On the other hand, or the other foot I should say, I was incredibly nervous about going over to that porn studio because I was pretty sure that the pictures she showed me was a preview of what the Gallery owner, and her wife wanted to do to me.

"Don't worry," the Gallery owner told me. "These pics aren't necessarily what's going to happen. I just wanted to give you a taste, and be open about what could happen if you want to be a little adventurous with us."

"Do you mean that's what you want to do to me?" I asked.

"Only if you find it arousing," she giggled. "Otherwise, we'll give you a quick tour, and then you can be on your way if you'd rather not see what it's like to be tied and helpless while your feet are being tickled."

I didn't want to admit to her that I felt much more aroused by what they wanted to do to me than I felt nervous about it. Of course, the nervousness really only added to my arousal, which I suspected that the Gallery owner was well aware.

When we walked into that warehouse, which housed the porn studio, I had a feeling that the Gallery owner and her wife were more than just landlords. Their familiarity with the place made me suspect that they might be porn producers. In a way, though, I found it really naughty, if true, that two female porn producers would seduce me into getting tied and tickled, especially since in some of the pictures I was shown had a vibrator in them getting that porn actress off.

Admittedly, my first thought was how lucky that porn actress was to be getting paid for something that must be an extraordinary sexual experience, let alone a foot tickling experience. I'm pretty sure that's why I submitted to being stripped completely naked, and restrained just like the pictures illustrate.

After I was literally tied and helpless to do anything about what would have otherwise been quite a predicament, the Gallery owner assured me that I could stop what they were doing if I really wanted them to stop.

I didn't want them to stop, though, and they knew it even when at times I begged them to stop whenever I was squirting uncontrollably with intensely powerful multiple orgasms. Not only did they make me cum over, and over again while tickling the soles of my feet, but they spent a lot of time sucking my toes.

The foot worshiping was amazing! I couldn't get enough of it. That's why I enthusiastically told them that I'd be back after they asked me to return for more of the same. The next time, though, they surprised me with a group of their female friends with benefits who gang tickled, and sexually ravished me for an intensely rewarding experience.

I've been back about a dozen times now. After all, how could I not take advantage of women who want to take advantage of me in the kinky, and naughty way that all of us so thoroughly enjoy?

That, of course, is a rhetorical question.