The Unexpected Guest
John clicked the last padlock into place.
He was now in a bondage suit, a surprise for his girlfriend.
She did not know about it and was expected home in one hour’s time.
Not 100% sure if he could let her have complete control, he decided the only way would be to force himself into it.
He had taped his mouth shut, to force him to breathe through his nose.
His girlfriend would know why, the question was would she take advantage of it.
John’s bare feet felt cold, he was unable to move them.
He already sported a semi stiff erection in anticipation, just an hour to go.
The front door opened, he heard it clearly and wondered why she was so early.
Sarah entered the house, she had left early from the company party.
She had worked hard all week, and needed an early night.
Her high heels were killing her, and her feet felt sweaty.
She went upstairs to her bedroom, and slipped off her jacket.
The noise was small, but she definitely heard it from her sister’s room.
It scared her and she instantly froze, but as in the films said those immortal words.
“Hello anyone home.”
She slowly opened the door slowly to her sister’s room and saw the bound figure on the floor.
Instantly she recognized it as John, her sister’s arrogant boyfriend.
Her first reaction was to think that they had been burgled or something.
Then realization hit her, he must had done this to himself, waiting for her sister to finish her shift.
What a pervert, she didn’t realise her sister was into this sort of thing.
A cruel smile emerged on her lips, she had never got on with John.
He was already so superior, so strong and controlling.
But at this moment, he was weak, probably scared.
“Well hello John, you look at bit tied up.”
She removed her I phone and took a few pictures.
A plan formed in her mind, she could have this pervert in her pocket.
He had a good job, could pay her to keep quiet and she could have some fun with him.
But a few pictures would not be enough, she would need more.
Then it occurred to her, his Facebook account.
All his friends would have access to pictures posted there.
It also occurred to her that if she could obtain his password, she could change it and lock him out.
He wouldn’t give it up without a struggle, but there were ways, he was tied up.
A little fun first she decided and then it would get more forceful.
John could not believe it, Sarah standing there and him tied up on the floor.
He looked at her feet, covered in nylon, shod in black high heels.
Then up at her smiling face with pleading eyes.
What was she going to do now?
Sarah sat on the side of the bed and surveyed the body before her.
She crossed her legs and dangled a shoe from her superior foot.
“The bit I don’t quite get John, is why tape your mouth shut.”
John inadvertently looked at her foot dangling an expensive shoe.
She noticed his casual glance at her feet and sussed it.
“My god you’re one of those foot fetishes.”
Sarah again looked at his taped mouth.
“So like this you’re forced to smell my sister’s feet when she comes in.”
John’s erection was now full, her feet and the situation had made him horny.
“Now John I would like your Facebook password?”
John shook his head and indicated NO.
“Hmm, are you sure John, I wonder if you’re ticklish?”
She reached down brushed her hand gently on his foot.
His reaction said it all, lots of mumbling and groaning.
She then tickled his foot, under the toes, running a nail up his sole.
“This is so much fun, I can do this for hours.”
Sarah was really enjoying herself.
“The thing is, my sister texted me and told me to let you know she would be late.”
John couldn’t believe this, he was now in a position he didn’t want to be in.
“Facebook password?”
He again shook his head; if he gave it up he could be blackmailed by her.
The question on his mind was if he could hold out before she got bored.
Sarah then got up and knelt over his shins, her back presented to him.
The next thing John felt was a fingertip touching, gently circling, the arch of his right foot.
Only the bondage kept him from jerking his foot away.
She was trailing the backs of her fingers up his soles now, gliding her fingertips down in the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
“I think you're starting to realise your situation now.”
The tickling on his feet was fast becoming unbearable.
Her fingernails scrabbled briskly around his arches, in between his clenched toes.
“You're going to give me that password, eventually.”
She then sat down again on the bed, crossed her legs and dangled a high heeled shoe.
Looking up John could see the sexy shoe bobbing up and down on her toes.
She wore black nylon and the heel of foot was a perfect ball.
He had fantasised about her feet before, but now he had no choice.
Every flex of her toes highlighted the groves on her leathery sole, he was mesmerized.
Then he started to smell the sweat, nylon and leather mixture emanating from her foot.
It was none too pleasant, very heady, but he could not move and was forced with every breath to sample it.
John heard her humming to herself, he was totally vulnerable to her desires.
He had abused her in the past and now she would abuse him.
She uncrossed her legs and removed her shoes completely.
“Last chance, Facebook password?”
He shook his head again NO.
Sarah lifted her feet up and placed them onto his face.
The soles of her feet wrapped around his nose, every breath took a large intoxicating smell from her feet.
“I always get such sweaty feet after a week at work.” She exclaimed.
She slowly rubbed her feet backwards and forwards over his face.
He was being used as a footstool and could do nothing about it.
“You must like my feet, your cock seems to be very hard.”
She then took her feet away and rested them on his chest.
“Now I want your Facebook password or it’s more of my feet and tickling.”
Her toes returned to his face to remind him of just how bad they were.
“I shall work a little harder and a little longer each time you say No now.”
John groaned, this was unreal.
“Also I have some other ideas which you will not like. I will make this intense if don’t give me the password.”
DOES HE GIVE THE PASSWORD AND WE MOVE ON TO A NEW PHASE
OR DOES HE HOLD OUT A WHILE LONGER.
UP TO YOU
John clicked the last padlock into place.
He was now in a bondage suit, a surprise for his girlfriend.
She did not know about it and was expected home in one hour’s time.
Not 100% sure if he could let her have complete control, he decided the only way would be to force himself into it.
He had taped his mouth shut, to force him to breathe through his nose.
His girlfriend would know why, the question was would she take advantage of it.
John’s bare feet felt cold, he was unable to move them.
He already sported a semi stiff erection in anticipation, just an hour to go.
The front door opened, he heard it clearly and wondered why she was so early.
Sarah entered the house, she had left early from the company party.
She had worked hard all week, and needed an early night.
Her high heels were killing her, and her feet felt sweaty.
She went upstairs to her bedroom, and slipped off her jacket.
The noise was small, but she definitely heard it from her sister’s room.
It scared her and she instantly froze, but as in the films said those immortal words.
“Hello anyone home.”
She slowly opened the door slowly to her sister’s room and saw the bound figure on the floor.
Instantly she recognized it as John, her sister’s arrogant boyfriend.
Her first reaction was to think that they had been burgled or something.
Then realization hit her, he must had done this to himself, waiting for her sister to finish her shift.
What a pervert, she didn’t realise her sister was into this sort of thing.
A cruel smile emerged on her lips, she had never got on with John.
He was already so superior, so strong and controlling.
But at this moment, he was weak, probably scared.
“Well hello John, you look at bit tied up.”
She removed her I phone and took a few pictures.
A plan formed in her mind, she could have this pervert in her pocket.
He had a good job, could pay her to keep quiet and she could have some fun with him.
But a few pictures would not be enough, she would need more.
Then it occurred to her, his Facebook account.
All his friends would have access to pictures posted there.
It also occurred to her that if she could obtain his password, she could change it and lock him out.
He wouldn’t give it up without a struggle, but there were ways, he was tied up.
A little fun first she decided and then it would get more forceful.
John could not believe it, Sarah standing there and him tied up on the floor.
He looked at her feet, covered in nylon, shod in black high heels.
Then up at her smiling face with pleading eyes.
What was she going to do now?
Sarah sat on the side of the bed and surveyed the body before her.
She crossed her legs and dangled a shoe from her superior foot.
“The bit I don’t quite get John, is why tape your mouth shut.”
John inadvertently looked at her foot dangling an expensive shoe.
She noticed his casual glance at her feet and sussed it.
“My god you’re one of those foot fetishes.”
Sarah again looked at his taped mouth.
“So like this you’re forced to smell my sister’s feet when she comes in.”
John’s erection was now full, her feet and the situation had made him horny.
“Now John I would like your Facebook password?”
John shook his head and indicated NO.
“Hmm, are you sure John, I wonder if you’re ticklish?”
She reached down brushed her hand gently on his foot.
His reaction said it all, lots of mumbling and groaning.
She then tickled his foot, under the toes, running a nail up his sole.
“This is so much fun, I can do this for hours.”
Sarah was really enjoying herself.
“The thing is, my sister texted me and told me to let you know she would be late.”
John couldn’t believe this, he was now in a position he didn’t want to be in.
“Facebook password?”
He again shook his head; if he gave it up he could be blackmailed by her.
The question on his mind was if he could hold out before she got bored.
Sarah then got up and knelt over his shins, her back presented to him.
The next thing John felt was a fingertip touching, gently circling, the arch of his right foot.
Only the bondage kept him from jerking his foot away.
She was trailing the backs of her fingers up his soles now, gliding her fingertips down in the other direction. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
“I think you're starting to realise your situation now.”
The tickling on his feet was fast becoming unbearable.
Her fingernails scrabbled briskly around his arches, in between his clenched toes.
“You're going to give me that password, eventually.”
She then sat down again on the bed, crossed her legs and dangled a high heeled shoe.
Looking up John could see the sexy shoe bobbing up and down on her toes.
She wore black nylon and the heel of foot was a perfect ball.
He had fantasised about her feet before, but now he had no choice.
Every flex of her toes highlighted the groves on her leathery sole, he was mesmerized.
Then he started to smell the sweat, nylon and leather mixture emanating from her foot.
It was none too pleasant, very heady, but he could not move and was forced with every breath to sample it.
John heard her humming to herself, he was totally vulnerable to her desires.
He had abused her in the past and now she would abuse him.
She uncrossed her legs and removed her shoes completely.
“Last chance, Facebook password?”
He shook his head again NO.
Sarah lifted her feet up and placed them onto his face.
The soles of her feet wrapped around his nose, every breath took a large intoxicating smell from her feet.
“I always get such sweaty feet after a week at work.” She exclaimed.
She slowly rubbed her feet backwards and forwards over his face.
He was being used as a footstool and could do nothing about it.
“You must like my feet, your cock seems to be very hard.”
She then took her feet away and rested them on his chest.
“Now I want your Facebook password or it’s more of my feet and tickling.”
Her toes returned to his face to remind him of just how bad they were.
“I shall work a little harder and a little longer each time you say No now.”
John groaned, this was unreal.
“Also I have some other ideas which you will not like. I will make this intense if don’t give me the password.”
DOES HE GIVE THE PASSWORD AND WE MOVE ON TO A NEW PHASE
OR DOES HE HOLD OUT A WHILE LONGER.
UP TO YOU
