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I love wearing flip flops to show off my ankles and size 12 feet. I had been texting a guy for a while, and he suggested we meet up. I went to his place, which was a long way from where I live, to visit him. We got talking, and he gave me a glass of wine to drink. I thought "hey, what a nice guy". Anyway, I had to go for a pee, so off I went. When I got back, we carried on talking for a while, about life, the universe and everything.
I had booked a room in a local Hotel, so eventually I told him I would need to get going. I went to get my flip flops, which I had left by the door, and they had disappeared. I looked around for them, thinking I must have put them someplace else, but I was sure I had put them by the door. So I went back into the lounge, where he was sitting. "I can't find my flip flops" I told him. He had a smug look on his face, and said "I don't know what you mean - what flip flops? When you came in here, you were in your bare feet".
I realised that he had obviously hidden them. I pleaded with him to give me them back, but he just kept on telling me that he didn't know what I was talking about. Eventually, he did admit to taking my flip flops, and told me to follow him upstairs. He realised that I was getting stressed about being stuck in my bare feet, so he got me to lie down on the bed and began to massage my feet. I began to enjoy this, and started to relax - big mistake - he then started to tickle my bare soles, and I was struggling like hell. He was really getting off on my struggling. What surprised me most, though, was that I was getting off on the whole situation of being stuck in my bare feet and being tickled against my will.
So, the whole night was spent with me struggling to get my flip flops back - I succeeded at 8am the following morning. What a night!!!
