„Muaahhhh“, I yawn loudly, as I wake up in the morning. The night before was a bit “stressing”, so I feel the headache, which usually appears after those nights. The gift on the bottom of each glass of alcohol. Luckily it is Saturday. I open my eyes and see the pelvis of a pale, probably Asian, girl, wearing blue bikini bottoms.
“Woah, nice legs! I think to myself.”
As I move a bit, I see three more pairs of female legs. One, wearing orange bikini bottoms, one wearing red bikini bottoms and at last two legs, wearing yellow bikini bottoms.
“Boah, more sexy legs! What the hell happened last night?”, are my thoughts and I say: “Just wait a minute ladies. I’ll be there for you in a few minutes!”

Then I roll to the other side of the bed and stand up. My daily routine would be eating breakfast first, but I ain’t hungry and I don’t want to let the girls waiting, so I just walk into the bathroom. At the moment I grab the handle, I think I should be a better host and tell the girls that they could take a seat in the kitchen and offer them some coffee.

Because of this I turn around and am kind of shocked. I hadn’t recognised till yet, that everything from above the pelvis is missing. This means four pairs of legs, without a torso, head or arms, are standing next to my bed and I still can’t remember what exactly happened last night.

In my state of shock, I turn around and walk into the bathroom without a word. Maybe I am still drunk or dreaming, although everything else seemed so real. The toothpaste, which I put on my brush, the water running down on my hands. While thinking hard on the matter I bring the toothbrush to my mouth and brush my teeth carefully. The mirror reflects my tired face, remembering me once again that I drank too much last night. Finally I have finished my work and want to spit out, as something strange happens again.

Eight pairs of perfect bare feet, separated from their bodies, are lying in the sink. My “best part” becomes hard immediately, as I see them. According to their skin tones, I suppose that they once belonged to the legs standing next to my bed. A small piece of cord is wrapped around the big toe of one foot. On it is a piece of paper.
I take it and read the words written on it: “Tickle us!”
That’s exactly, what I longed to do, but I am still confused. There I see another piece of paper, which I take and read again.
“You know that you want it!”
“Ah, fuck off! If that’s a dream, I am gonna dream it my way!”, I think and immediately check my sleeping room for hidden cameras, as it is still possible that everything is a hoax, planned by my friends.
There aren’t any and so I bring all the feet to my bed and lock the room.

Finally I can do, what I long to do. I take the first foot and tickle the sole with my fingers. Her toes suddenly start wiggling and her sole scrunching, as if it is still attached to a body. Tickling a lifeless foot would be boring, so I am glad that it moves like a real foot, which it possibly is.
Ten minutes I spend tickling both feet of this girl with my fingers. I run my nails down her soles, tickle between her toes and discover the whole detached foot.
Then I decide to go on with the other feet. Luckily I am prepared for some situations and have a box full with tickling tools under my bed. The feather is the tool, I choose first. One right and one left foot belonging to two different girls are my victims.
I put them in my lap and start my work. Similar to before I stroke slowly across the soft sole and see the scrunching and wiggling of the foot. My arousal grows to an unimaginable high level. Then I tickle carefully between the girls toes painted with black nail polish and I recognise that I never saw a girls toes scrunching this far. So I continue till I feel the feet’s reactions becoming slower and give them a pause.
There is still a girl left, which I haven’t tickled, so I take a hairbrush from the box, but then I have a better idea. Quickly I run into the bathroom and grab my electric toothbrush. On the one hand, it is a perfect tickling tool, on the other hand, I will have a special taste, when I brush my teeth the next time. Using it was far more fun than the other ones. I showed no mercy with the small feet of the last girl. Especially when I let the brush rotate in the gap between her little toe and the one next to it. At this point her toes scrunched the most, rubbing hard against my crotch.
Suddenly I felt something poking against my ass. I look behind me and see the left foot of one girl and the right foot of another girl poking me with their big toes. It seems that they want to be tickled too.
“As you wish!”, I say and take a some pens from the box. After I put the last soles away, I put the next feet in my lap. Soles above! I feel like an artist, as I draw pictures on their soles. Exactly at the right pace, as my intention is to tickle them, not to create an expensive painting. The one girls sole scrunches, as I draw a smiley on her heel, a star on her soles and flames between her toes.
For the last girl, I take a brush and watercolours. Her blue sole scrunches, while her green toes wiggle and her red heel shakes, as I paint the sides with black colour. Each stroke of the brush tickles her, sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on the spot. There seems to be an extraordinary ticklish spot on her heel, because her reaction was the strongest, while painting it red.

I am satisfied with my work and finally I take all the feet, put them on my pillow and lie down on my bed, having the feet exactly in front of my face. There I went to the next classic form of tickling a girls feet.

As I worship them for hours, giving each foot the same attention, the time passes by and I am once again glad that it is Saturday. Finally I take a break, eat something, pee and then walk into the bedroom again and continue. Such an opportunity doesn’t happen very often and want to use it as long as I can. The bare feet lying on my pillow next to me, I fall asleep again.

*Ding, Dong* I wake up, as the doorbell rings.
“Oh, come on. It’s Sunday!”, I yell, but the doorbell rings again.
At least I see the feet still lying on my bed and the legs still standing beside it, although they don’t have feet on them. Slowly I crawl downstairs and quickly put on a pair of boxershorts and a t-shirt. As I open the door, no one was there, but when I look down, I see a box made of cardboard.
“Bring me in!”, is written on it.
Yesterday I learnt to follow those advices, so I take it and bring it upstairs to my bed. Carefully I break the seal and there comes the next surprise. The girl’s missing heads were inside.
“Hello!”, a one girl says.
She has definitely the matching skin colour to the pale feet, which I tickled with my fingers the day before. Her face seems as perfect as her feet are, with a cute nose and an adorable smile, crowned by bright blue eyes.
“We know that you have many questions.”, the other girl states.
As her feet, her head is smaller than the other ones, but still looking perfect. Her smirk and the look in her dark-brown eyes tell me that she must be more than a bit pervy.  
“Don’t worry, we will tell you everything later.”, the third girl adds. Her face is like carved out of wood by the best artist in history.
Shaped with the perfect proportions according to the ancient Greek and Eyes, shining like diamonds.
“But as we are here. I am definitely for having fun first, okay?”, the last girl asks.
She definitely is the most erotic one, with full erotic lips, sexy shaped eyes and looks at me in a way that lets every man lose his mind.
“You don’t have to ask me twice!”, I yell and together we have fun with their detached body parts, the whole day.
There it came apparent, that all those girls weren’t really prude and each one had at least a foot and tickling fetish themselves.