Tickle Torture my Feet!

This is a fantasy I would give anything to make happen! I post an add online saying It’s my first time but I want to get my feet tickle tortured but nothing to hard because I’m new. After a few hours I get an email saying Hi, I’m very skilled at tickle torture and would happy to show you the pleasures of it. Some more back and forth and I am giving an address and told to show up right on time. The drive over I’m nervous and wondering if maybe I should back out but when I look up it’s seems my body was driving my here on its own. I walk up to the door and knock, it’s to late now to back now… the door opens and I’m greeted by a very tall and handsome older gentleman, he looks strong and much bigger then me. Without a word he grabs me by the arm and leads me inside. He locks the door behind us. I say Hi Sir I’m looking forward to this. He doesn’t even look at me, he pushes me towards a room down a long hallway. Still silent he opens a door and moves me in. The room has a table with straps attached to it, I can see a big wooden X on the wall with more straps and a big drawer on the side. He points to a sign on the wall that says no cloths for slaves. I take off all my cloths and am now naked in this room with the big silent man. He now grabs me and pushes me onto the table on my back and starts to strap me down.I think to myself what have I gotten myself into and get nervous again but it’s way too late for that as I am now fully strapped in unable to move. I see him go to the closet on the other side of the room and pull something from it. It wooden stocks! My feet are placed inside and now they are locked away out of my control. Now it finally begins. The man still silent starts to tickle my feet with his fingers. I immediately burst into laughter remembering quickly how sensitive my feet really are. Over and over his fingers tickle every inch of my foot. There is nothing I can do to stop it, i’m only trying to hold on. After what seems like forever I feel the new sensation on my feet, is that a feather? The torture continues as the feathers take over and control my feet. What have I got myself into I don’t think I can do this, but it’s not up to me anymore. Abruptly everything stops and I have a moment of respite, but only for a moment. He gets up and goes over to the drawer pull something out and walks over to me. He puts a blindfold over my eyes so now that I can’t see and have to focus more on my feet. The torture on my feet continues endlessly. Fingers and feathers and now a brush is abusing my feet, I can’t do this. It seems my please for stop and for help I have finally come to ahead. The tickling stops again and I see him go to the drawer once more and come back with something. He places a gag in my mouth and straps it in tight. Seems I was too loud and my cries for help we’re worthless. How much more of this can I take, I don’t know if I was ready for all of this… Oh my God do I hear an electric toothbrush!