Lickle Her Feet

By Jason Pinaster

Isabel stole an encryption keys and has a buyer lined up. But she gets caught. The owner demands that she reveal which key—one of ten—she took. Isabel refuses. The owner gives her a choice: she can either go to jail or she can submit to tickle torture. Isabel agrees to the torture. But she gets more than she bargained for. Much more.

Oh, and there’s tribbing...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Nov 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005530945

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, sign up here: http://eepurl.com/ghTq3zYou will receive prompt notification ofmy new publications and special offers.I have been writing fiction for several years but in 2015 I started to concentrate on erotica.My first series featured lawyer Christopher Carter. Carter doesn't have to abide by law society rules. A little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice.Then I moved on to Lusty Lee, a private investigator. My current dominatrix series, which is nearing the end of its cycle, features specific fetishes—some outlandish—serviced by Mistress Megan.Along the way, I have written individual stories featuring wrestling, food fetishism, tickling, sex games and BDSM. I have published one novella set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and am presently revising a second. My current novel features a sex robot.ExperienceCourt Clerk, 2000 to date in Ontario, CanadaWriting: since Grade 3 (1983)Skills and ExpertiseWritingEditingResearchEducationB.A. (English Lit.) 1992-1995, Augustana University CollegeDiploma in Court Procedure, 1996-1998, Everest College

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Lickle Her Feet © 2021 Jason Pinaster

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Her Soles Will Howl

Strip Tickle

Tickled Back

Tickle His Name

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Tickle Fight

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Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2021; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

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Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. His favorite themes center around erotic wrestling, tickling, wet & messy, and BDSM. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Lickle Her Feet

There’s nothing sexier than a woman licking another woman’s foot. I watch as Vera’s tongue traced the inner edge of the sole, up from the heel which she was holding firmly in her hands, up to the ball of the foot and then along the bottom edge of the large toe. She paused there, letting her tongue flick back and forth, teasing the woman beneath her, teasing a shiver beginning to form at the bottom of my spine.

There’s nothing sexier than watching a woman licking another woman’s feet. Unless… watching her lick my feet. I shut my eyes and imagine Vera making me sit on the sturdy wooden chair, her eyes giving me no choice. Then she slid my high-heeled shoes off my feet. Her fingernails found a run in my stockings and used their sharp points to rip it wider until my whole foot was exposed. Then she slowly tipped the chair backwards until it, and my head, was lying on the floor.

Her tongue touched the tip of my big toe, then down the rest of my toes, one by one. My nipples engorged under my bra. Her tongue danced atop the tip of my smallest toe, then twirled around its shaft, lower and lower. Then lips touched the top of my toe. I trembled at the thought, I couldn’t help myself. Lips slid down the shaft of my toe. The lips were dry and cool. But inside, at the top of my thighs, I was anything but. On the way up, her mouth, her mouth hot and wet, enveloped me.

Shit! yelped Isabel.

Her yelp brought me back to the small room where she was being tickle-tortured. Vera had sucked Isabel’s toe, her big toe, into her mouth. A shiver shot up my spine. I bit my bottom lip hoping that I wasn’t blushing. Warmth between my legs made me cross them. The sound of pantyhose against pantyhose was audible in the small room, but thankfully the three men present were fixated on Vera’s tongue, oblivious to anything else. Two had noticeable erections under their trousers. Thankfully, as a woman, my arousal was much less visible.

Isabel Arsinoe, the woman writhing spasmodically under the tip of Vera’s tongue, had stolen an encryption key, one of ten. Each key guarded a piece of our company’s vital intellectual property. But we didn’t know which key Isabel had stolen. Each encryption key would cost millions to replace. If we couldn’t find out which key she’d stolen, the company would have to replace all ten. If our competitors got ahold of even ten percent of our intellectual property, they could put us out of business within the month.

When we had confronted Isabel about the theft, we had told her that she could wait in the room next door while we decided what to do with her, or we would call the police and have her arrested. She elected to wait and give us time to discuss her fate. Knowing that she didn’t want us to turn her over to the police had given us a glimmer of hope that we might be able to recover the stolen key.

What do we know? our boss had asked. He was out of the country and so was chairing the meeting via internet video chat.

Dominic Croll, our weaselly head of security, indicated me. Avery discovered the theft of the key and I immediately commenced an investigation. He pulled out his tablet and read from it. The encryption key is going to be auctioned on the dark web in six day’s time.

Six days, said Travis Ghrab, the muscular army veteran who was our information technology specialist. "It will