
Raked Arches: Gloved Tickling
They slip on those rough, textured gardening gloves - the kind meant for digging in the dirt - and turn them on my helpless feet. The moment they touch my soles, I'm squirming uncontrollably. They use those gloves to rake my sensitive arches, dragging the textured surface across my skin until I'm bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Every stroke sends shivers through my body as I try to escape, but there's no running from this tickle torment. By the end, I'm breathless, red-faced, and begging for mercy while they continue their merciless onslaught on my ticklish feet.
