You take a few moments to answer, still understanding the gravity of the situation. Here you are, your feet completely trapped, a man announcing himself as your foot tickler, it's everything you've ever wanted and yet, in the moment, you're not quite sure what to make of it. You feel more vulnerable than you'd anticipated, and honestly, a little intimidated. You decide to test the waters a bit, and see exactly what kind of situation you've gotten yourself into.
"S-socks on...." You stammer out, your modest answer surprising even yourself. In all your fantasies, you'd have been begging to have your feet bare at this point.
Your tickler glances at your socked feet, your toes wiggling inside of them, and grins slyly. "Wrong answer", he declares, before grabbing the toes of both socks and yanking them both off at once. "You don't get a choice. These aren't your feet anymore, got it?"
Your toes curl as they're bared, involuntarily teasing your captor more with the soft wrinkles on your soles, as he sighs in contentment and pleasure. "You tried to hide these from me? You're going to need to be punished. Severely."
He sits in front of the stocks, just out of your view.
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