I want to play a game with you right now. It’s a very simple game... the rules of which are equally simple:

You will stroke that pretty cock of yours when you are prompted to, and ONLY when you are prompted to.

You will PAUSE when you are instructed to, as soon as you are instructed to - Hand on your cock, no movement, no stroking needed. Just sitting with the ache and feeling the throb, watching like a good boy until you are once more instructed to “STROKE.”

... And ONLY when you see that instruction!

Got it? I think you’re a clever boy and you’ll figure it out as we go! Now, turn off all other distractions, pull your dick, and play with me

Xoxo

-Gwen

It was like he had read my mind...

I was thoroughly enjoying being in a position of simple power over him. Just a girl with a very horny, dedicated step brother who would drop everything on a dime to pamper and worship me! BUT... despite enjoying the secret relationship power dynamic we had, even I was started to ache for more.

I awoke gently from my nap to the most amazing ticklish sensation on my bare soles. I immediately noticed because I know for a FACT that I WAS wearing my cozy fuzzy socks! Not anymore... The tickling was not mean, it was soft, loving, gentle. Fucking hot. Feather brushes expertly exploring each detail and wrinkle painted on my soles as if they were ticklish loving licks. I didn't say a word, but let him continue his exploration of my soft gorgeous soles.

Before long? I was flipped on my back, blankets gone, bra gone, legs wide open having nipples teased and my throbbing clit sensually tickled through my red satin thong until it was soaked! Licking, sucking, tickling... And those yummy feather brushes!

When he finally peeled my thong off? That's when my full body teasing, edging and worship really began...

xoxo

-Gwen

I won't lie, he's also quite relaxing to put to use for just general pampering too!

I know he wants to fuck me, and maybe one day I'll let him, but that fact that he does, makes him eager not ONLY for my feet, but for all of me. Even as he did my legs, tummy and shoulders for me with the tanning oil, I could feel it in his touch. The desire for more. To kiss and devour me instead like the sexy work of art he clearly thinks I am.

I'll think on that temptation, but in the meantime, I'm gonna soak up the sun with my soles in YOUR face while HE tends to me!

My Gf's all think it's kinky as fuck when I told them that my perv of a step brother has a foot fetish and I let him service my soles.

I'm always like, uhm, guys, you have NO idea what it's like to have your own little foot pet who literally drops to his hands and knees to kiss, lick, suck and massage your feet whenever you want!

It's like having the ultimate pathetic little pamperer! Like right now for instance. I'm dreading going through all these new client emails, but having him suck my sweaty soles fresh out of my hot fuzzy slippers like the good horny dog he is makes it MUCH more painless!

Bet you wish you were my lucky, rock hard, sole licking pet of a step bro, don't you?

xoxo

-Gwen

I only meant to get comfortable. Honest.

Brunch was over, coffee was still hot, and my new neighbour Myles' couch was so snug and cozy, so I had just naturally kicked my feet up on the coffee table in front of me! I honestly forgot I was even wearing them... I had only put them on because they keep my feet so super warm, soft and cozy! But on the soles of my socks there was some cute, bubbly writing that said: "Bring Me Coffee"

... Let's just say that my new neighbour has a unique interest and only did he noticed that right away, but he got right to obeying the message!

Before bringing me a fresh cup of coffee, he admitted that he had a weakness for pretty feet! I couldn't help but say, "Uh oh, I might be trouble then!" At which point he eagerly asked if he could "check out my feet" and give me a "foot worship?!" Without fully knowing what that really was, I kinda answered before I knew I was, happily, but somewhat nervously agreeing to this rather hot, unique and kinky offer!

One sock came off first. Just one. He kept the other on, keeping my untouched sole soft and warm while he learned the first one — My high, deeply detailed arch, my long toes in that cute shade of soft pink, every soft wrinkle and crease... Kisses on my heel, slow, lovingly licks all the way up to the soft, sensitive ball just below my toes. And my toes! Taken into his mouth one at a time... He stayed there for a little, clearly very much enjoying his craft, not rushing off my second sock.

When it finally did come off, he started that same sensual, pampering ritual all over again! He mouth fucked my soles until both of them were ever-so subtly glistening... and my panties were not so subtly wet!

Then without a word, he took control of how hot he knew I was, gently laying me on my back on the coffee table. My satin PJ shorts gone. Thong flung aside! And that same dedicated mouth that had just made love to my soles, slowly and sensually dropped between my happily spread legs, and stayed there until I came my love struck brains out — licking, sucking, devouring me until I was softly cooing in the aftershock of an amazing, shaking orgasm!

xoxo

-Gwen

He finally untied my legs and freed my helpless ticklish feet from his no mercy tickles! Then... He flipped me onto my back and the whole mood changed.

The tickling stopped. The teasing started. Slow, delicious circles on my clit. His mouth on my nipples. Warm, patient, and very intentional... until I was soaked and aching for him! And the part that made it hottest for me? My arms were still tied above my head. I couldn’t touch him. I could only take it.

When he finally slid inside me, it was deep, unhurried and the only fucking desire in my mind, body and heart! Every so often, as I rode the cozy, happy waves of the song that my moans were singing, he’d lift my soles to his face and kiss them while he fucked me...

He did it like he couldn’t help himself, while at the same time staying connected and intentional - I could legit feel him kiss-counting/exploring the wrinkles and details on my soles that he had endlessly showered in praise. It was fucking hot.

That’s when I learned something very valuable & important about my neighbour: Feed his horny foot and tickle fetish... and he will absolutely spoil me after!

Teasing.

Kissing.

Then a kind of raw love-making that made all that helpless ticklish laughter and begging totally worth it!

xoxo

- The Neighbour of your Wildest Dreams

After he saw them for the very first time (I was out in my backyard tanning) that was it, my neighbour couldn’t stop staring at my soles! One look and he was done.

We already had a very flirty-friendly relationship building, so when he told me they were some of the prettiest he’d ever seen, and then he asked if he could show me what foot worship actually felt like... I let him.

I popped in after work read for my pampering. Though I had never experienced it before, I had a feeling it would feel even better after a long day on my feet - I wasn't wrong! Fuck. He peeled my cute socks off slowly and started kissing and licking my soft, pretty soles. Warm mouth, careful attention, every wrinkle getting worshipped while I sat back in cozy, ever-building horny pleasure!

Who knew having your soles licked could feel so fucking good? That was the first half. Then he utilized how horny I was and tied me on my tummy. That’s when the tickling started... First my ass, then those same helpless, delicious soles he’d just been worshipping. Relentless. No mercy. I went from melted and turned on to squirming and laughing with nowhere to go!

First time foot worship.

First time being tied down and tickled like that...

And I had no desire for it to be my last!

To Be Continued

xoxo

-Gwen

Before agreeing to let him capture the pretty footage of my super pretty feet that you're moments away from enjoying, I made sure to be very clear about something: No horny, naughty funny business!

I'm fully aware that my soles make his dick hard, and as flattering and oddly hot as that is, his cock throbbing between my soft, high, wrinkled arches would be MASSIVELY crossing the line!! Even letting him massage, sniff, kiss and tickle my soles and arches while he filmed them for you guys is naughty enough and definitely crossing into the realm of taboo, even if it is light and playful!

You guys however, are totally allowed to pull out your cocks as you watch, and cum every drop you have for the greatest Auntie on earth!

xoxo

-Gwen

As much as I have been 'Paying My Debt' so far for losing our bet, I can very eagerly and lovingly report (as you've already seen and are about to see A LOT more of) Myles has always loved, respected and adored my interests in bondage for teasing!

So even though he has, and knew he likely would continue to use my helpless body for his tickling pleasure... (I haven't forgotten that those hot, soft, fuzzy socks are still keeping my pretty soles locked in tight!) I also knew that I could always count on the fact that he's gonna kiss, lick, massage, edge, tease, finger & vibe me until I'm cumming my happy, horny, moaning, bucking brains out WITHIN his realm of tickles!

I don't really need to say much more - The camera's captured my every moan, my every gleeful gasp, horny laugh & giggle. Every sexy toe curl & sole scrunch... And every orgasm.

xoxo

- Gwen

In my defence, my husband Myles is so bad at card games... Like, the worst! I almost never lose, and therefore almost never lose the bets we place on a lot of our games.

Almost.

We always add some sexy, naughty bet to our card game nights just to spice things up a bit you know? Raise the stakes and the fun of the game! I've never felt "bad" for making or going along with the bets, because usually him losing, results in me strapping him completely helpless to the bed to use as a tickle & tease toy from head to toe, until his cock is so hard and delicious that I can't help but cut the boxers right off of him!

Then he get's the very lucky gift of being kissed, licked, stroked, sucked and edged until he cum's so hard he has to clean it off our ceiling later...

Of course, yes, we do always add a reverse stipulation of his choosing, in the very unlikely, completely implausible event, that he does somehow manage to win! Either way, it's a win, win for him! If her loses, he get's to be tickled and edged like he was literally MADE for, and if he ever does win, he get's to have his horny, ticklish ways with me... However he wants.

These are the only times tickling my clit is on the table. And even though most of you already know I have a devastatingly ticklish clit, it still sends a chill down my spine to say it out loud, even in written word...

I lost. I lost the tickle bet.

And as the gleeful, "way too excited for my liking" grin started to form on his face, I knew I was fucked. My feet, my tummy, my armpits... My Pussy. They were officially tickle-fucked. And while I may not be nearly as ticklish as him (not many humans are) I knew full-well that he had developed a curious way throughout the years of his tickle fetish, to explore, "encourage" and bring out the most of anyone's ticklish spots.

So as he slathered that thick, warm lotion on my soles - Promptly covering them in my reading socks so they would only get more hot, soft, sweaty and sensitive as he tickled the rest of me, I knew with a slightly horny, nervous, loving giggle, it was officially time... Time to Pay My Tickle Debt.

To Be Continued...

xoxo

-Gwen

So... You really do wanna be my foot boy do you?

Well, there are some simple, straightforward skills I want you to master, before I put your tongue to the test & treat your lips to my most soft, delicious, wrinkled soles.

First, I have a collection of very instructive socks! And learning to read, obey and repeat what they SAY, is a very important observational ability that you MUST develop. As in, if ever you see a pair like the ones in this delicious example, it is highly recommended you do as they say ASAP!

Once it's clear you are very eager to be given instructions and follow them, THEN we shall test those lips, tongue and hands of yours! And, because I know you naughty boys so much, even those of you with a horny little tickle fetish have room in my world! Assuming you have the self control to tickle my soles ONLY the way I like and love it...

xoxo

-Your Queen.

10 years ago, Myles convinced me to try something he called “Foot Tickle Therapy.”

I was skeptical... but curious.

Now hun, it's important that you know something: I’d been in my cute little ankle boots and sheer nylon socks all day, so my soles were already hot, soft, and ridiculously sensitive.

But he sweetly promised. He promised that between all the laughing, giggling, smiling — and the moaning from the foot worship he planned to mix in — I’d end up feeling completely relaxed, happy, and cozy by the time we finished.

He wasn’t wrong.

It got kinda intense here and there (in the best ways.), but always stayed hot and fun. I definitely liked it. And my feet were so sensitive that every touch made me squirm and laugh, but the way he mixed slow, loving worship with the tickling, kept making the whole thing feel surprisingly hot and pleasurable. By the end I was a smiling, giggly, very relaxed mess... and quietly, maybe, perhaps a teeny hooked?

Who knew foot tickle boys could make you feel this good?

It makes my heart so happy to say that this is the very first foot tickle session we ever filmed together — Now finally being re-released for its 10-year anniversary!

So Whether you’ve been with us from the beginning, missed this one the first time around, or only recently discovered our little collection of kinky adventures... We both truly hope that you enjoy this sweet, sexy piece of our history as much as we still do! (And more importantly, may we inspire you hun! Fuel your fetish!!)

xoxo

-Gwen & Myles