A Handyman With A Foot Fetish Hogtied My Wife

Published early on our Previews page on Tuesday, October 8, 2024.

Official publication date for the main page of our site: Wednesday, October 23, 2024.

This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

This video reminds of the time when I got home from running errands to find that our handyman Jake was having his way with my wife's feet after he hogtied her on our bed.

When I peeked into the bedroom, Jake was sucking her toes, and she was loving every moment.

When my wife looked up at me, she blurted out, "He hogtied me!"

"I can see that," I reacted with a very happy smile on my face.

Jake also looked up to see me watching, and I gave him an approving thumbs up signal for him to continue.

"You're so bad," my wife said to me with a laugh.

"You're the one who's being bad, and I love it!" I replied with approval.

"I told you he wouldn't care," my wife said to Jake. He looked relieved.

My wife knows me well, which is why she didn't have to worry about me coming home to catch Jake having his way with her feet. As for Jake, we met him when he came to our house to give us an estimate to repair damage that termites had caused. My wife found him through Yelp, and we were comparing estimates.

As soon as Jake walked into our living room, he noticed a painting of my wife's wrinkled soles in our living room, and he told her how much he liked it.

When he asked who the artist was, my wife proudly told him, "That's one of my paintings. I painted it from a photograph."

"Whoever the model is, she has amazing soles!" He told her.

"Those are her soles," I told him with a proud smile.

"They are?" He asked.

"Yeah, they're mine," my wife answered.

To prove it, she kicked off one of her flip-flops, and bent her leg back to show off the wrinkles in the sole of her left foot.

"Fabulous. Just fabulous!" He said with a big smile of appreciation.

"Do you have a foot fetish by chance?" My wife asked him. "Don't worry. You can tell me. My husband has one."

"I do have a foot fetish," he told her, "but even if I didn't, I'd still find your feet to be amazing!"

"Thank you," she responded to the flattery.

She evidently sensed that he had a foot fetish, and I could see her mind working a mile a minute, so I excused myself by telling her that I needed to run some errands.

"If you're going to run by Trader Joe's," she told me, "could you please see what's on the list?"

"Sure," I told her before leaving them alone.

I took my time getting back home, which I knew that my wife would appreciate. It gave her time to freely negotiate with Jake so that we could pay less for the repairs than we'd otherwise have to pay.

After I got back home, she excitedly told me that she bartered with Jake to substantially lower our costs.

When I asked her about the cost of labor, she told me with a satisfied look on her face that she bartered her feet for his work.

"I told him that he could have his way with my feet as long as he did the work for free," she explained. "We're going to pay for the material," she added, "but he's getting it for us wholesale."

"That's a great deal," I told her.

"I think so, too," she replied.

Going back to the first time that I saw Jake sucking my wife's toes while she was hogtied, I later learned that he had sucked her toes on the very first day that he came over to our house. As soon as I left, she teased him with her feet, "and before I knew it," she told me, "he was sucking my toes."

"I also found out that he's into tickling," she added, "and it felt really good when he tickled the soles of my feet."

When I asked if he had hogtied her, she told me that he hadn't.

"He sat on the back of my legs after I laid face down on the exercise mat for a foot massage, and then he tickled the soles of my feet while I was trapped underneath him," she told me. "It was quite a rush! He's a good tickler."

Jake's been over to our house on a pretty regular basis to fix all kinds of things, but sometimes he just comes over to have his way with my wife's feet, which she loves. I'm not always home when he comes over, which can make me feel a little jealous. The only time that I don't get jealous is when I get to enjoy the thrill of coming home to catch him in the act.