Vivian, exhausted, collapsed back onto the bed gigling like an insane woman but mildly relieved that her bladder was emptied. Just then, Christine and I returned from our trip to fetch the doctor. We explained to Mrs. Cracket that we couldn't find her son but I was able to stop by Vivian's doctor's office and he gave a sedative to help soothe her. Vivian laid in bed drenched in sweat, exhausted and giggling. Christine helped Mrs. Cracket to the car telling her that Vivian will be OK now that I have a sedative for her. As soon as Mrs. Cracket was down the hall, Vivian launched her self off the bed, slammed the door shut and dove onto the floor looking under the bed. Still confused, I stood there looking at Vivian like she was a mad woman. "YOU BITCH!!!!!!!!" she shouted as she began to reach frantically under the bed. "What's wrong hun? Whatcha doin?"
"Get down here and help me! Fucking Donna has been under here the whole time tickling the holy hell out of my foot! I'm gonna kill her!"
I couldn't believe my ears and I immediately got down on the floor. I saw Donna under the bed on her belly trying to crawl away. Vivian and I eached grabbed an ankle and began to drag her out. When we had her half way out, Vivian instructed me to sit on her legs. She ran to the dresser and pulled out our restraints we use when we want to get crazy.She ran back over to me, I couldn't keep my eyes off her one bare foot imagining Donna tickling it. Vivian wrapped the velcro cuffs around each of Donna's ankles then pulled them up toward the ceiling securing the ends to the bed rail. Donna's feet, still in her little tennis sneakers hung there helpless. "Now, we're gonna give this bitch some of her own medicine. Only this time it's both feet! I happen to know you're 10 times more ticklish than me Donna, you asshole! You're in for it. You had 25 minutes to tickle me, Jay and I have ALL NIGHT!"
The end.
If requested I can continue
Part 3 Begining:
After tying Donna's ankles to the bed rail Vivian stood up and placed her hands on her hips admiring her quick action and work. I wasn't sure what to do and I just couldn't take my eyes off of Vivian's cute little bare foot and imagining Donna tickling it to her hearts content. Vivian placed her index finger on the side of her cheek and was obviously deep in thought. In an instant she looked at me as if she discovered the cure for stupidity. "I got it!" She whisperd into my ear, "Untie her right ankle. The strap connected to the ankle cuff is long enough. Reach under the bed and hand it to me up through the hole. We'll untie her left ankle and she'll try to crawl out. That's when we pull her right foot UP through the hole and tie it to the head board! This way we can sit comfortably on the bed and just tickle, tickle, tickle her little foot till our hearts content. Give her an idea of what I went through!"
Vivians plan went off without a hitch. Donna thought we were letting her go free. I'll admit, it was a bit tough pulling her foot up through the hole. She kicked and fought but with some coaxing through threats of ruthless tickling Donna's right foot was pulled up through the hole and tied to the the head board. I have to say, it was something to behold seeing a single little foot poking up through a hole in the center of my bed wearing a pink trimmed running sneaker and a little white ankle sock. Donna was still on her belly under the bed and her foot poked up through the mattress to just above the top of her ankle sock. She kept apologizing to Vivian and pleading with the both of us to let her go. Well,, I sure as hell wasn't about to let her go and to my absolute delight, Vivian was bent on revenge!
Vivian turned to me as I stood there drooling like Pavlov's dog, "Wait one second, Tony would love to see this too!" Tony was Donna's husband who had a foot fetish as intense as mine, confirmed by Donna herself to Vivian years ago. Donna ran out of the room and came right back in with our brand new HD video camera.
Donna handed me the camera saying "Here, start rolling when I get on the bed." I was absolutely stunned and my hands shook with excitement.
Vivian reached down and peeled off her other sock. She adjusted her self some and slowly began to crawl on the bed. Just to be clear, I was already video tapping! Vivian crawled on the bed in a slow and sexy way, almost like a sleek panther creeping up on it's prey. Vivian was grinning from ear to ear and was switching her gaze from Donna's helpless foot to the camera. Vivian's cute nightgown rode up a little and I trained the camera on her tan tonned legs panning up from her toes to the bottom of the nightgown just above her knees. Seeing what I was filming Vivian played to the camera, slowly running her recently tortured right foot up along her left leg then kicking it up into the air pointing her delicious toes. "No no no, the show's over here buddy." She says in a low and sexy voice as she directed the camera with her finger pointing to Donna's foot. Vivian layed on the bed on her right side propping her head up with her right hand with Donna's foot inches away from her face. I framed the shot with Vivian from the top of her ample cleavage slightly revealed from her nightgown up to her hungry and devious eyes with Donna's foot in the upper left corner of the shot. "Come on guys! Please let me go! Vivian, you can keep the shoes!"
"Donna my dear, this isn't about your shoes, it's about revenge."
With that, Vivian slowly began to untie the laces of Donna's sneaker with her left hand. Donna, feeling something, wiggled her foot in defiance but only assisted Vivian in untying her shoe. Laces undone, Vivian slowly pulled at Donna's sneaker. It was obvious Donna was clenching her toes in a feeble attempt to keep her sneaker on.
"Donna sweetie, fight all you want, you're just making it worse for yourself."
With a devious and hugry look in her eyes, Vivian pulled Donna's sneaker off, and playing to the camera, dangled it by its laces before casually tossing it to the floor. Donna's little foot, encased in her thin white ankle sock, wiggled and her toes flexed as it was released from its protection.
Vivian drew the index finger of her left hand down the center of Donna's socked foot from heel to toes and back again "Kitchie, kitchie, Koo Donna" she said in a playful and sexy manner as Donna's little foot flexed and toes wiggled. Donna didn't laugh but her plea for freedom became more urgent and desperate. She knew she was in trouble!
Vivian bit her lip and looked into the camera flexing her eyebrows as she slowly and delicately peeled off Donna's sock uncovering her pink, round heal. She stopped and looked into the camera. "Hmmm what do we have here? It sure does look soft and smooth. I wonder if this will do anything?" Vivian slowly drew delicate circles on Donna's exposed heal with the pad of her left index finger. "Noooohohohohoh Vivi, pleehehehehehease..." Donna began to giggle but was clearly trying to control herself in an effort to not spurr Vivian on. Vivian, bitting her lower lip again, looked into the camera and slowly and deliberately peeled Donna's little ankle sock completely off revealing her adorably blue painted toes. Donna's foot did not disappoint! I have seen and tickled her delicious feet many times over the years but only in brief, teasing moments. I trained the camera now on the lone deliciously smooth pedicured barefoot that poked up through the middle of the mattress like a beacon amidst a sea of off white bed sheets. Vivian's face behind the foot and off to the right. She looked into the camera "This is gonna be fun! First I torture this adorable little size 6 then you can have a crack at it baby!" Vivian fixed her gaze on the helpless barefoot as it's sole faced up to the ceiling being stimulated by the breeze of the ceiling fan. Vivian lowered her perfectly manicured nail of her left index finger onto the tip of Donna's pink and plump big toe.
To be continued...... If you guys want me to.
"Get down here and help me! Fucking Donna has been under here the whole time tickling the holy hell out of my foot! I'm gonna kill her!"
I couldn't believe my ears and I immediately got down on the floor. I saw Donna under the bed on her belly trying to crawl away. Vivian and I eached grabbed an ankle and began to drag her out. When we had her half way out, Vivian instructed me to sit on her legs. She ran to the dresser and pulled out our restraints we use when we want to get crazy.She ran back over to me, I couldn't keep my eyes off her one bare foot imagining Donna tickling it. Vivian wrapped the velcro cuffs around each of Donna's ankles then pulled them up toward the ceiling securing the ends to the bed rail. Donna's feet, still in her little tennis sneakers hung there helpless. "Now, we're gonna give this bitch some of her own medicine. Only this time it's both feet! I happen to know you're 10 times more ticklish than me Donna, you asshole! You're in for it. You had 25 minutes to tickle me, Jay and I have ALL NIGHT!"
The end.
If requested I can continue
Part 3 Begining:
After tying Donna's ankles to the bed rail Vivian stood up and placed her hands on her hips admiring her quick action and work. I wasn't sure what to do and I just couldn't take my eyes off of Vivian's cute little bare foot and imagining Donna tickling it to her hearts content. Vivian placed her index finger on the side of her cheek and was obviously deep in thought. In an instant she looked at me as if she discovered the cure for stupidity. "I got it!" She whisperd into my ear, "Untie her right ankle. The strap connected to the ankle cuff is long enough. Reach under the bed and hand it to me up through the hole. We'll untie her left ankle and she'll try to crawl out. That's when we pull her right foot UP through the hole and tie it to the head board! This way we can sit comfortably on the bed and just tickle, tickle, tickle her little foot till our hearts content. Give her an idea of what I went through!"
Vivians plan went off without a hitch. Donna thought we were letting her go free. I'll admit, it was a bit tough pulling her foot up through the hole. She kicked and fought but with some coaxing through threats of ruthless tickling Donna's right foot was pulled up through the hole and tied to the the head board. I have to say, it was something to behold seeing a single little foot poking up through a hole in the center of my bed wearing a pink trimmed running sneaker and a little white ankle sock. Donna was still on her belly under the bed and her foot poked up through the mattress to just above the top of her ankle sock. She kept apologizing to Vivian and pleading with the both of us to let her go. Well,, I sure as hell wasn't about to let her go and to my absolute delight, Vivian was bent on revenge!
Vivian turned to me as I stood there drooling like Pavlov's dog, "Wait one second, Tony would love to see this too!" Tony was Donna's husband who had a foot fetish as intense as mine, confirmed by Donna herself to Vivian years ago. Donna ran out of the room and came right back in with our brand new HD video camera.
Donna handed me the camera saying "Here, start rolling when I get on the bed." I was absolutely stunned and my hands shook with excitement.
Vivian reached down and peeled off her other sock. She adjusted her self some and slowly began to crawl on the bed. Just to be clear, I was already video tapping! Vivian crawled on the bed in a slow and sexy way, almost like a sleek panther creeping up on it's prey. Vivian was grinning from ear to ear and was switching her gaze from Donna's helpless foot to the camera. Vivian's cute nightgown rode up a little and I trained the camera on her tan tonned legs panning up from her toes to the bottom of the nightgown just above her knees. Seeing what I was filming Vivian played to the camera, slowly running her recently tortured right foot up along her left leg then kicking it up into the air pointing her delicious toes. "No no no, the show's over here buddy." She says in a low and sexy voice as she directed the camera with her finger pointing to Donna's foot. Vivian layed on the bed on her right side propping her head up with her right hand with Donna's foot inches away from her face. I framed the shot with Vivian from the top of her ample cleavage slightly revealed from her nightgown up to her hungry and devious eyes with Donna's foot in the upper left corner of the shot. "Come on guys! Please let me go! Vivian, you can keep the shoes!"
"Donna my dear, this isn't about your shoes, it's about revenge."
With that, Vivian slowly began to untie the laces of Donna's sneaker with her left hand. Donna, feeling something, wiggled her foot in defiance but only assisted Vivian in untying her shoe. Laces undone, Vivian slowly pulled at Donna's sneaker. It was obvious Donna was clenching her toes in a feeble attempt to keep her sneaker on.
"Donna sweetie, fight all you want, you're just making it worse for yourself."
With a devious and hugry look in her eyes, Vivian pulled Donna's sneaker off, and playing to the camera, dangled it by its laces before casually tossing it to the floor. Donna's little foot, encased in her thin white ankle sock, wiggled and her toes flexed as it was released from its protection.
Vivian drew the index finger of her left hand down the center of Donna's socked foot from heel to toes and back again "Kitchie, kitchie, Koo Donna" she said in a playful and sexy manner as Donna's little foot flexed and toes wiggled. Donna didn't laugh but her plea for freedom became more urgent and desperate. She knew she was in trouble!
Vivian bit her lip and looked into the camera flexing her eyebrows as she slowly and delicately peeled off Donna's sock uncovering her pink, round heal. She stopped and looked into the camera. "Hmmm what do we have here? It sure does look soft and smooth. I wonder if this will do anything?" Vivian slowly drew delicate circles on Donna's exposed heal with the pad of her left index finger. "Noooohohohohoh Vivi, pleehehehehehease..." Donna began to giggle but was clearly trying to control herself in an effort to not spurr Vivian on. Vivian, bitting her lower lip again, looked into the camera and slowly and deliberately peeled Donna's little ankle sock completely off revealing her adorably blue painted toes. Donna's foot did not disappoint! I have seen and tickled her delicious feet many times over the years but only in brief, teasing moments. I trained the camera now on the lone deliciously smooth pedicured barefoot that poked up through the middle of the mattress like a beacon amidst a sea of off white bed sheets. Vivian's face behind the foot and off to the right. She looked into the camera "This is gonna be fun! First I torture this adorable little size 6 then you can have a crack at it baby!" Vivian fixed her gaze on the helpless barefoot as it's sole faced up to the ceiling being stimulated by the breeze of the ceiling fan. Vivian lowered her perfectly manicured nail of her left index finger onto the tip of Donna's pink and plump big toe.
To be continued...... If you guys want me to.
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