Lately, I've been watching foot tickling videos, ones where the girl's feet are locked in stocks and tickled. I've always wanted to try that. One day I found a guy with a set of stocks, who lived nearby, and set up an appointment for a tickle session.

When the day came, I wore a tight green t-shirt, and a pair of Daisy Duke shorts. I knocked on the door, and a man standing about 6'3 with dark hair and goatee opened the door.

"Hello, you must be Erin." The man said. "My name's Derek. Please come in"

"It's nice to meet you, Derek." I said as I stepped inside.

He led me into a room with all kinds of bondage items, and even a few magic tricks. I spotted a chair with stocks off to the side. Derek opened the stocks and said, "Erin, would you please have a seat, and place your feet in the stocks."

I did as he asked me, and he closed the stocks over my ankles. I noticed a set of leather restraints on either side of the chair.

"Please place your hands inside the restraints." He said.

I did as he asked, and he tightened the restraints. My hands were now restained off to the side a little higher than my head.

"Comfy?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Good." He replied.  Derek then walked over to my feet, removed my sandals, and started tickling my feet.

"Hahahaha..." I couldn't help but laugh.

After a couple of minutes of that, he stopped.

"Now this is how most people would tickle a girl's feet," Derek said. "But I'm not like most people. I like to use some magic when I do it."

He then picked up a saw that had been laying off to the side.

"You know, most girls find that their feet become even more ticklish when they aren't attached." He said.

"What? Did you just say 'not attached?'" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry, I think you're going to like this." He replied.

I wasn't so sure.

He placed the saw at my right ankle, and started sawing. I winced as the saw cut into my flesh, but somehow it felt better the deeper the saw went. The saw continued to go deeper and deeper until it severed my foot. He caught it before it hit the ground. There was no blood.

"How do you feel?" He asked.

"For somebody who just had her right foot cut off, pretty good." I replied.

"Good." He said as he placed the saw on my left ankle. "Because we're not done yet."

He then sawed off my left foot. I wiggled my toes as he held my severed feet in his hands. I couldn't believe that I could still feel them. He started kissing my feet, and rubbing my soles with his finger. After a few minutes of that, he started tickling them with his fingers.

"Hahahahahahaha...." He wasn't kidding, my feet really were more ticklish now.

He then produced serveral objects to tickle me with like a feather, toothbrush, and hairbrush. He used all of these to tickle my feet without mercy. I laughed uncontrolably. It became so intense that I thought I might pass out. He finally stopped, and started gently rubbing my feet as I sat there drenched in sweat.

"How did you like it?" He asked.

"That was the most intense tickling session I've ever had." I replied. "I loved it!"

Derek walked over and undid the restaints holding my wrists in place.

"You look like you could use a glass of water." He said. "Here, hold these while I go get it."

He handed me my severed feet and walked away.  This was amazing. Here I was holding my own severed feet! I looked them over, saw the thin layer of skin that had formed over the cut, rubbed my finger over my soles, and tickled them. I laughed! I could never laugh when I tried to tickle them myself before; I always had to have someone else tickle them for me.

As I was thinking about these things, Derek walked back in with a glass of water.

"Here you go." He said as he handed me the glass.

"Thank you." I replied.

I set my feet down in my lap while I drank the water.

"You must've been really thirsty." He said

I nodded my head in reply.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Derek said.

"I'm glad I came." I said as I yawned.

I don't know why, but I was getting really sleepy. He must have put something in that drink, I thought to myself as I fell asleep.

The next thing I knew, I woke up inside my own bedroom. I looked down at my feet, but they were missing! I started to panic, when I looked over at my nightstand, and saw them there next to a saw, and a note.

The note said:

"Erin,

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself tonight. Here are some instructions on how you can reattach your feet, and cut them off again anytime you want.

-Derek"

I decided right then, that I would only reattach my feet whenever I had to go somewhere, but as soon as I walked in the door, I would pick up the saw and cut them off again.

THE END