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My feet tickled in a truck 😊😜

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Angel tickled from jockfootfantasy :part 3

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Angel tickled from jockfootfantasy: last part

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He wouldn’t tell me his computer password in the first minute of tickling, so I gagged him. I think four hours of slow brushing should give him time to rethink his decision, don’t you? Then we can take his gag out and see if he’s feeling more talkative. I’ll pop on an audiobook for the duration, maybe. Drown out his muffled squeals.

These MI5 agents can be so stubborn.

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IM SO LER RN 😪 I dream of doing this to someone 🥹

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Foot Friday but it’s my first introduction to hairbrushes!

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April O’Neil’s Revenge

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Let's give it up for us boys in black! Being a dungeon decoration is a hard, thankless job, but sometimes gotta do it. Shackles aren't made to be empty so somebody's feet have to fill them.

Us boys are on-duty 24/7, no Christmases, birthdays, 4th of July's or any other holiday off. Weekends? Forget it. What kind of world would we be living in when dungeons are dark and empty on Christmas eve instead of full of laughter and begging?

Not to mention we're humble and don't bend to the whims of toxic masculinity either. Us boys in black aren't afraid to get pedicures or shed a few tears now and again or show some emotional vulnerability. And we're always polite to the dungeon's visitors, especially when they're holding hairbrushes.

Even more, unlike most ungrateful folks, you'll never catch us whining or complaining about our job. On the contrary, we're constantly gracious. If you catch us on the job, it's not uncommon to hear a dungeon decoration thanking his torturer for disciplining him or apologizing with tears in his eyes for leaving bite marks on his ball gag.

And still you get the bleeding hearts who want to "abolish dungeons" and claim that "all torture technicians are bastards." As if they relish the idea of throwing us out of a job against our will (okay, granted, we were also thrown in the job against our will). They want a lawless world where shackles remain empty and soles go un-oiled.

But me? I'm proud to be a dungeon decoration. And I'm not just saying that because I have two dungeon guards on other side of me while I type this and a torture technician running his fingers along the bristles of a brush. I genuienly back the black. Now ask your conscience, do you?

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I admire you boys in black. In fact, I’ve thought about signing up as a dungeon guard. Maybe one day I could make torture technician. How’s that pipeline work?

I imagine you get to know your guards. By feel, mostly. How rough their hands are, or by smell. You’re not out of the blackout goggles much, I imagine. Maybe you hear them chuckle while the technician is working you over, and recognize the voices.

During breaks, do you hear the guards and technicians chatting about their girlfriends, or the hockey game last night? All the stuff you boys in black miss out on, so you can focus on getting the shit tickled out of you? I bet you make up private names for your techs. In your head.

I wonder about Stockholm Syndrome. You ever feel like you’re bonding with a guard, or a torture technician? He adjusts your ankle cuff, so it doesn’t chafe, and you think that means he cares. He likes you! He’s on your side! Then he goes harder than ever during the next session, leaning into your worst spots, and the illusion is shattered.

I’d like to be one of those guards. Lure you into a false sense of security. Whisper in your ear that I’ve got you, little buddy - I won’t let him use that really mean brush on you tonight. I’ll hide the oil. You nod at me, mumble through the gag, maybe even tear up from gratitude.

Then, when we get to the chamber, I tell the technician you’ve been a real shit today. That what you need is some quality time in your stocks. And on your padded rack - the one with the straps that clip to either side of your leather hood, so you can’t even move your head while you’re being tickled. During your last feeding, you admitted how much you hate that, and I commiserated with you. Patted your shoulder. Promised I’d keep you out of that evil contraption.

I bet you boys in black fall for it again and again. Maybe this time he means it! You’re so cute.

Which is why I want to apply for a position in your dungeon. Next time your mouth isn’t stuffed with something or other, ask them to send me an application, okay?

See, not many people get the intimate relationship between a man and his torturer.

That's something the newer guards don't get, but it sounds like you understand fully. While a torture technician may rotate between many different prisoners, a good one knows that to their prisoner, they are the world. They are fully responsible for a human life reduced to an intensely concentrated, desperate state. Since us prisoners don't have much to think about, our brains turn almost exclusively on torture and tickling, and the men in charge of us become both God and devil.

While your mind might be distracted by your next work assignment, or your kid's school play, or what your wife is making for dinner, we have none of that. Our existence is lived through shackles and hairbrushes and oil. So a great torture technician is someone who can, for the duration of the discipline session, match that concentrated focus and, if only for a moment, become something like a surrogate father or lover or confidante for the prisoner.

All that is to say that your interview is on Tuesday and I dread look forward to becoming one of your discipline charges.

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Me: Yeah bro, I just got released. I know I've been in prison for six years but I'm basically the same. It didn't really affect me.

Also me:

*Am now a professional at giving mindmelting footjobs on command from at least six different bondage positions.*

*Can't fall asleep unless my feet are bare, locked in stocks, and have been grazed by tickling fingers at least once so I know I won't be woken up by a guard.*

*Hires strange men off the internet without meeting them first to tickle torture me without a safe word despite being straight.*

*Responds to almost everything with "I'm sorry, sir" and "please don't tickle me" on instinct, even cashiers handing me my change.*

*Struggles to watch even the most basic bondage scenes on TV without feeling sick and scared and empathetic towards the character.*

Me: Yeah bro, I just don't really see the point in therapy. Prison wasn't that bad.

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will you ever post your feet here? with that audio (you sound really cute and nice btw) im just imagining what your feet look like to torture and tease <3

I've posted them before further back but I know Tumblr's archiving function is buns so I'll repost them:

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hmm... i was going back through your old posts and it seems like someone never did the voice recording lee tease he was supposed to do for failing NNN...

hoping you could weasel out of it??

Oh yeah, that. Whoops. 😅

I'll do it when I have some time.