My name is Britt and I work for a company that engaged in corporate espionage. I am generally good at spying on the competition. I can usually gain the trust of the competition, get the information I need, and make a quick exit before anyone discovers that they have been duped.
With my skills, I was able to work my way up and got close to Sandra, The CEO of Bantem Systems, a company that makes special parts for different aerospace firms. I would have cleanly made my way out with their most secret plans, but I made a mistake and it cost me dearly.
I got all I needed from Bantem and headed to my hotel room. As I I began to look at all the papers that I had stolen, my cell phone rang, it was Sandra calling to ask if I would like to join her for dinner. I said yes so as not to arouse any suspicion and agreed to meet her at her office.
Sandra is openly lesbian and I wondered if she had some sort of crush on me. She had flirted with me several times knowing that I was straight. I teasingly played along knowing that it might have tormented her not to have me. I would have to let her down gently after dinner. No use in letting her on since she won't see me again after our dinner together.
I arrived at Sandra's office. She sat at her couch and stared at the window without acknowledging me. When she turned to me, she had the look of betrayal in her eyes. I didn't say a word and walked out of her office. I quickly made my way through the empty hallway and rushed towards the stairs. I was 25 stories up, but taking the elevator was not an option since they had the power to stop an elevator.
I made it to the lobby only to be stopped by doors that were locked. When I turned around, 2 security guards awaited. They grabbed me, cuffed me, and brought me to a small room. There they sat me down, cuffed me to special pipes built in to the table, and then they left. It was about an hour before Sandra walked in. She asked me several questions, but I said nothing. I figured I would wait until actual cops can come to arrest me. That didn't happen.
After an hour of questioning and an hour of silence on my part, the 2 security guards came in, uncuffed me and escorted me out. I thought the would escort me outside the building, but they took me to another room. It was a room that looked like a luxurious apartment, but without any windows. They forcefully strapped me down spread eagle to the large bed and I feared the worst. Above the bed was a mirror. I looked at myself looking like a starfish with my arms and legs spread like I was about to me pulled apart.
Sandra walked in with a pair of scissors. I screamed for help as she proceeded to cut my blouse and skirt off. I did not struggle for fear of being cut. All I could do was lay there, dreading what Sandra was about to do to me. I begged her not to hurt me. She was silent while cutting and throwing my tattered clothes on the floor.
When Sandra was done, she left the room. I looked up at the mirror. I saw a scared woman tied to a bed wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and little white ped socks. This was new to me. I have never been in this kind of situation. I've always been careful. Corporate espionage was my niche. I was good at it, almost to the point of being cocky. How could this have happened? How could I have been caught?
I was left in the room for what seemed like an eternity. The anticipation was unbearable and frightening. I had stolen classified documents and betrayed Sandra in the process. All I could expect was the inevitable torture for information. I expected nothing less than excruciating pain at the hands of a woman that I had befriended. A woman who trusted me. I dreaded the thought of what she was going to do to me.
Sandra finally came in the room. She startled me when she slammed the door shut. I felt a single drop of sweat slowly stream its way down my side. Whatever she was going to do to me, whatever torture she had in store for me, I was determined not to talk. To keep secret all that I have learned about Bantem. Little did I know that the torture was going to be more humiliating than painful. It was to be a punishment for my betrayal of this company and my friendship with Sandra. The woman in the mirror wearing only a bra, panties, and ped socks was in a state of panic.
Sandra looked at me and calmly asked me what I had done with the stolen documents. I kept my mouth shut and didn't look at her. She came over to my face and asked again. I could smell her breath. I looked away and said nothing. She told me how uncomfortable it would be for me if I didn't talk. I was scared, but said nothing.
Frustrated, Sandra walked to the foot of the bed, asked me once again. Once again I said nothing. She walked back and forth and asked again, her tone angrier and angrier each time she asked, no, demanded! Then the torture began.
Sandra once again walked over to the foot of the bed. I didn't look directly at her, but saw her through the mirror. I saw her stare at my feet almost admiring my pedicure. I closed my eyes in fear and then it happened.
I shut my eyes tight and then felt Sandra's long fingernails lightly scratching my bare feet. My lips tightened. I tried to contain my laughter, but it was excruciatingly difficult. Her tormenting fingers danced all over the soles of my feet. I could not stand it any more the relentless tickling of my poor vulnerable feet had forced a loud scream out of me, followed by very loud, unbearable, unbridled laughter. It was torture.
I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror. Sandra looked up at the mirror and especially at me. She smiled as she continued on tickling the hell out of my feet. She seem to revel in forcing me into uncontrollable and unwanted laughter. While she tickled, she demanded that I tell her what she wanted to know. As I laughed and laughed, I said nothing but no in between the laughter. I begged her to stop but nothing more. She was truly torturing me and all I could do was take it.
My legs were spread and Sandra joyfully played with my feet. I no longer looked up at the mirror to see what she was doing to me. I looked directly at her and she looked at me. She smiled and I laughed, not at her, but because of her. I was angry at her, but this anger was hidden inside hysterical and unwanted laughter.
I struggled against the tight bonds. I laughed louder and louder. Sandra tickled relentlessly, and my feet taking all the tickling that she could muster. The laughter left me breathless and exhausted. She had stopped momentarily and ask the same question that she had been asking for what seemed like hours. I couldn't believe it, I had been tickle tortured for hours and yet I did not divulge my secret.
Sandra paused, and I took a deep breath. I begged her to stop torturing me. I told her that I didn't steel anything and that i did not know what she was talking about. Of course I was lying, and Sandra knew it. While I caught my breath, She pulled out a tablet and showed me what she already knew. I saw myself in the video, stealing documents. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, knowing that I had been caught, and that I had betrayed my friendship with Sandra.
Sandra looked hurt and was determined to make me suffer. She cut my bra off and tossed it. I closed my eyes and quickly felt her fingernails attacking my underarms. I yelped and burst into hysterical laughter, with lots of begging in between. Her fingers moved slowly but it was enough to make me writhe and struggle violently with heavy laughter. Sandra delighted in forcing me to hysterical laughter against my will.
Another pause from Sandra and another chance for me to take a breath. I begged her to forgive me. I told her that I was only doing my job. She asked me what I had done with the documents. I said nothing, she walked over to my feet and the assault on my feet once again started, followed by uncontrolled, unwanted laughter on my part.
With my eyes shut and my loud laughter and begging filling the room, I felt something warm in between my toes. I looked towards the end of the bed and saw Sandra sucking on my toes. I couldn't believe that along with her forcing unwanted laughter from me, she had forced a bit of unwanted moaning. The sheer torture of feeling her long fingernails was now coupled with the pleasurable feeling of her tongue licking my soles and sucking my toes. It was humiliating. I tried not to moan loud and covered it with my loud laughter.
Sandra sucked on each of my toes and tickled my feet at the same time. I moaned, I laughed, and I begged her to stop. She loved it. She was having fun. All I could do was take it, take it all, and hope that she would let me go once she stopped attacking my feet. I actually thought that this was to be the only humiliation, but I was wrong. I was completely wrong.
My moaning was more obvious when , with my eyes closed, I felt Sandra's tongue moving up, down, and all around the soles of my feet. She ignored my pleading, but delighted in hearing me moan in apparent pleasure. I opened my eyes momentarily and terror filled me when I looked at the mirror. My panties had a wet stain in them. Sandra's tickling of my feet had forced laughter out of me, but her sucking on my toes and licking the soles of my feet had aroused me. This was unwittingly for me, but on purpose for her. I was filled with dread, and pleasure at the same time.
The tickling, toe sucking, and feet licking had finally stopped, but I dreaded what was to come. Sandra saw the stain on my panties and smiled. She picked up the scissors and cut my panties off. She looked at me and licked her lips. I asked her what she was going to do, knowing fully what she was going to do. I pleaded and nodded my head no, but I knew that this was going to happen to me.
I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. After what seemed like an eternity, I was struck with a warm and highly pleasurable feeling. My attempt to conceal the pleasure that Sandra had trusted upon me was short. I let out a loud involuntary moan. I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw me, bound spread eagle and helpless to this huge bed, and I saw her slowly and happily lapping at my wet pussy, playing with me as if I were her toy, and forcing sounds out of me that I never made for another woman.
After looking at the spectacle in the mirror, I looked down and observed the top of Sandra's head, her beautiful long black hair draped along my pelvis. She stopped and briefly looked ad me. She smiled and then continued. Slowly she licked my pussy and slowly she forced more involuntary moaning and groaning from me. I have never felt this kind of pleasure before. I have have only been with 2 men and they never given me this kind of pleasure. This was new to me.
Sandra stopped, to my annoyance, but then began to finger me. I screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure. It was a euphoric feeling that I have never ever felt before. , but then it all stopped abruptly. She suddenly stopped and attacked my feet once again. I could feel all of her fingers assaulting my toes and the soles of my feet, and once again the room was filled with my laughter.
Sandra again demanded that I tell her what I did with the stolen documents. I told her nothing, and she continued on with tickling the hell out of my feet and forced unwanted laughter out of me, but no answers. I struggled violently against the bonds that held me tight, but I held my own, I didn't break, I took the tickling, but I knew that I was not going to be able to take any more, and she knew this as well.
All the while that Sandra tickle tortured me, and licked me, she was fully clothed. She stopped and began to remove her clothes. I feared the reason. Completely naked, she stood on the bed over me and put her left foot in front of my face. She demanded that I suck her toes. I turned my head. A combination of foot smell and leather filled my nose. I looked away in disgust. her sole touched my cheek and she demanded once again. As I had no other choice, I started to reluctantly kiss her toes, and then with tears rolling down my eyes, I sucked on her big toe. Unfortunately, this was not the only extent of my humiliation.
Sandra stood over me , smiling as I sucked her toes and licked her feet. Then she removed her foot from my face, got on all fours, and got her crotch close to my face. I could feel that her pussy was wet. She demanded that I "Start licking". I reluctantly complied. I winced as if I were tasting something bitter. I could hear her softly purring like a cat. She moaned and groaned. I wondered if this was her way of forcing me to make amends for betraying her. I was determined and hopeful to bring this to an end. I licked faster and made her moan louder. Finally, I felt her tremble, and she screamed. She came! Never in a million years did I ever think that I would make another woman cum. She pulled away and I thought this would finally set me free. I was wrong.
Soon after pulling away from my face, Sandra headed straight for my feet again. Her slow raking of my soles sent shivers up my spine and I burst out in unwanted laughter once again. I screamed and laughed and pleaded. She tickle my soles, the tops of my feet, my ankles, and moved up my legs. The torment was excruciating, but my pussy was sopping and Sandra knew this. Her interest soon moved from my feet and legs to my pussy. Her intention was obvious. No matter how much I pleaded, she was going to have me no matter what.
Sandra stopped tickling my legs and started caressing. I looked up at the mirror and then at her. She smiled and licked her lips. I braced for the inevitable and soon found myself moaning in extreme pleasure. With my eyes closed, I felt Her warm tongue slowly dancing up and down my wet pussy. Slowly she teased. I began to move my pelvis. Although bound and helpless, I never felt so alive. She teased and teased until I could not stand it any more. I begged her to stop teasing me. I begged her to make me cum.
Sandra listened to my pleading and licked faster and faster. It felt like a crescendo of pure pleasure, slowly building, ready to blow. My pelvis moved faster and suddenly it felt as if a super nova explosion had come out of me. I screamed and intense pleasure took over my body. She had given me the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.
I lay there looking at myself in the mirror, a woman almost defeated. I say almost because in all this ordeal, I never divulged the location of the papers that I had stolen. Sandra taunted me, tickled me almost to insanity, and forced the most powerful orgasm that I had felt out of me, but she never got any information out of me. Unfortunately, I am still tied to this bed and I do not think that She's done with me.
With my skills, I was able to work my way up and got close to Sandra, The CEO of Bantem Systems, a company that makes special parts for different aerospace firms. I would have cleanly made my way out with their most secret plans, but I made a mistake and it cost me dearly.
I got all I needed from Bantem and headed to my hotel room. As I I began to look at all the papers that I had stolen, my cell phone rang, it was Sandra calling to ask if I would like to join her for dinner. I said yes so as not to arouse any suspicion and agreed to meet her at her office.
Sandra is openly lesbian and I wondered if she had some sort of crush on me. She had flirted with me several times knowing that I was straight. I teasingly played along knowing that it might have tormented her not to have me. I would have to let her down gently after dinner. No use in letting her on since she won't see me again after our dinner together.
I arrived at Sandra's office. She sat at her couch and stared at the window without acknowledging me. When she turned to me, she had the look of betrayal in her eyes. I didn't say a word and walked out of her office. I quickly made my way through the empty hallway and rushed towards the stairs. I was 25 stories up, but taking the elevator was not an option since they had the power to stop an elevator.
I made it to the lobby only to be stopped by doors that were locked. When I turned around, 2 security guards awaited. They grabbed me, cuffed me, and brought me to a small room. There they sat me down, cuffed me to special pipes built in to the table, and then they left. It was about an hour before Sandra walked in. She asked me several questions, but I said nothing. I figured I would wait until actual cops can come to arrest me. That didn't happen.
After an hour of questioning and an hour of silence on my part, the 2 security guards came in, uncuffed me and escorted me out. I thought the would escort me outside the building, but they took me to another room. It was a room that looked like a luxurious apartment, but without any windows. They forcefully strapped me down spread eagle to the large bed and I feared the worst. Above the bed was a mirror. I looked at myself looking like a starfish with my arms and legs spread like I was about to me pulled apart.
Sandra walked in with a pair of scissors. I screamed for help as she proceeded to cut my blouse and skirt off. I did not struggle for fear of being cut. All I could do was lay there, dreading what Sandra was about to do to me. I begged her not to hurt me. She was silent while cutting and throwing my tattered clothes on the floor.
When Sandra was done, she left the room. I looked up at the mirror. I saw a scared woman tied to a bed wearing nothing but a bra, panties, and little white ped socks. This was new to me. I have never been in this kind of situation. I've always been careful. Corporate espionage was my niche. I was good at it, almost to the point of being cocky. How could this have happened? How could I have been caught?
I was left in the room for what seemed like an eternity. The anticipation was unbearable and frightening. I had stolen classified documents and betrayed Sandra in the process. All I could expect was the inevitable torture for information. I expected nothing less than excruciating pain at the hands of a woman that I had befriended. A woman who trusted me. I dreaded the thought of what she was going to do to me.
Sandra finally came in the room. She startled me when she slammed the door shut. I felt a single drop of sweat slowly stream its way down my side. Whatever she was going to do to me, whatever torture she had in store for me, I was determined not to talk. To keep secret all that I have learned about Bantem. Little did I know that the torture was going to be more humiliating than painful. It was to be a punishment for my betrayal of this company and my friendship with Sandra. The woman in the mirror wearing only a bra, panties, and ped socks was in a state of panic.
Sandra looked at me and calmly asked me what I had done with the stolen documents. I kept my mouth shut and didn't look at her. She came over to my face and asked again. I could smell her breath. I looked away and said nothing. She told me how uncomfortable it would be for me if I didn't talk. I was scared, but said nothing.
Frustrated, Sandra walked to the foot of the bed, asked me once again. Once again I said nothing. She walked back and forth and asked again, her tone angrier and angrier each time she asked, no, demanded! Then the torture began.
Sandra once again walked over to the foot of the bed. I didn't look directly at her, but saw her through the mirror. I saw her stare at my feet almost admiring my pedicure. I closed my eyes in fear and then it happened.
I shut my eyes tight and then felt Sandra's long fingernails lightly scratching my bare feet. My lips tightened. I tried to contain my laughter, but it was excruciatingly difficult. Her tormenting fingers danced all over the soles of my feet. I could not stand it any more the relentless tickling of my poor vulnerable feet had forced a loud scream out of me, followed by very loud, unbearable, unbridled laughter. It was torture.
I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror. Sandra looked up at the mirror and especially at me. She smiled as she continued on tickling the hell out of my feet. She seem to revel in forcing me into uncontrollable and unwanted laughter. While she tickled, she demanded that I tell her what she wanted to know. As I laughed and laughed, I said nothing but no in between the laughter. I begged her to stop but nothing more. She was truly torturing me and all I could do was take it.
My legs were spread and Sandra joyfully played with my feet. I no longer looked up at the mirror to see what she was doing to me. I looked directly at her and she looked at me. She smiled and I laughed, not at her, but because of her. I was angry at her, but this anger was hidden inside hysterical and unwanted laughter.
I struggled against the tight bonds. I laughed louder and louder. Sandra tickled relentlessly, and my feet taking all the tickling that she could muster. The laughter left me breathless and exhausted. She had stopped momentarily and ask the same question that she had been asking for what seemed like hours. I couldn't believe it, I had been tickle tortured for hours and yet I did not divulge my secret.
Sandra paused, and I took a deep breath. I begged her to stop torturing me. I told her that I didn't steel anything and that i did not know what she was talking about. Of course I was lying, and Sandra knew it. While I caught my breath, She pulled out a tablet and showed me what she already knew. I saw myself in the video, stealing documents. I closed my eyes in embarrassment, knowing that I had been caught, and that I had betrayed my friendship with Sandra.
Sandra looked hurt and was determined to make me suffer. She cut my bra off and tossed it. I closed my eyes and quickly felt her fingernails attacking my underarms. I yelped and burst into hysterical laughter, with lots of begging in between. Her fingers moved slowly but it was enough to make me writhe and struggle violently with heavy laughter. Sandra delighted in forcing me to hysterical laughter against my will.
Another pause from Sandra and another chance for me to take a breath. I begged her to forgive me. I told her that I was only doing my job. She asked me what I had done with the documents. I said nothing, she walked over to my feet and the assault on my feet once again started, followed by uncontrolled, unwanted laughter on my part.
With my eyes shut and my loud laughter and begging filling the room, I felt something warm in between my toes. I looked towards the end of the bed and saw Sandra sucking on my toes. I couldn't believe that along with her forcing unwanted laughter from me, she had forced a bit of unwanted moaning. The sheer torture of feeling her long fingernails was now coupled with the pleasurable feeling of her tongue licking my soles and sucking my toes. It was humiliating. I tried not to moan loud and covered it with my loud laughter.
Sandra sucked on each of my toes and tickled my feet at the same time. I moaned, I laughed, and I begged her to stop. She loved it. She was having fun. All I could do was take it, take it all, and hope that she would let me go once she stopped attacking my feet. I actually thought that this was to be the only humiliation, but I was wrong. I was completely wrong.
My moaning was more obvious when , with my eyes closed, I felt Sandra's tongue moving up, down, and all around the soles of my feet. She ignored my pleading, but delighted in hearing me moan in apparent pleasure. I opened my eyes momentarily and terror filled me when I looked at the mirror. My panties had a wet stain in them. Sandra's tickling of my feet had forced laughter out of me, but her sucking on my toes and licking the soles of my feet had aroused me. This was unwittingly for me, but on purpose for her. I was filled with dread, and pleasure at the same time.
The tickling, toe sucking, and feet licking had finally stopped, but I dreaded what was to come. Sandra saw the stain on my panties and smiled. She picked up the scissors and cut my panties off. She looked at me and licked her lips. I asked her what she was going to do, knowing fully what she was going to do. I pleaded and nodded my head no, but I knew that this was going to happen to me.
I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable. After what seemed like an eternity, I was struck with a warm and highly pleasurable feeling. My attempt to conceal the pleasure that Sandra had trusted upon me was short. I let out a loud involuntary moan. I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror on the ceiling. I saw me, bound spread eagle and helpless to this huge bed, and I saw her slowly and happily lapping at my wet pussy, playing with me as if I were her toy, and forcing sounds out of me that I never made for another woman.
After looking at the spectacle in the mirror, I looked down and observed the top of Sandra's head, her beautiful long black hair draped along my pelvis. She stopped and briefly looked ad me. She smiled and then continued. Slowly she licked my pussy and slowly she forced more involuntary moaning and groaning from me. I have never felt this kind of pleasure before. I have have only been with 2 men and they never given me this kind of pleasure. This was new to me.
Sandra stopped, to my annoyance, but then began to finger me. I screamed, but it was a scream of pleasure. It was a euphoric feeling that I have never ever felt before. , but then it all stopped abruptly. She suddenly stopped and attacked my feet once again. I could feel all of her fingers assaulting my toes and the soles of my feet, and once again the room was filled with my laughter.
Sandra again demanded that I tell her what I did with the stolen documents. I told her nothing, and she continued on with tickling the hell out of my feet and forced unwanted laughter out of me, but no answers. I struggled violently against the bonds that held me tight, but I held my own, I didn't break, I took the tickling, but I knew that I was not going to be able to take any more, and she knew this as well.
All the while that Sandra tickle tortured me, and licked me, she was fully clothed. She stopped and began to remove her clothes. I feared the reason. Completely naked, she stood on the bed over me and put her left foot in front of my face. She demanded that I suck her toes. I turned my head. A combination of foot smell and leather filled my nose. I looked away in disgust. her sole touched my cheek and she demanded once again. As I had no other choice, I started to reluctantly kiss her toes, and then with tears rolling down my eyes, I sucked on her big toe. Unfortunately, this was not the only extent of my humiliation.
Sandra stood over me , smiling as I sucked her toes and licked her feet. Then she removed her foot from my face, got on all fours, and got her crotch close to my face. I could feel that her pussy was wet. She demanded that I "Start licking". I reluctantly complied. I winced as if I were tasting something bitter. I could hear her softly purring like a cat. She moaned and groaned. I wondered if this was her way of forcing me to make amends for betraying her. I was determined and hopeful to bring this to an end. I licked faster and made her moan louder. Finally, I felt her tremble, and she screamed. She came! Never in a million years did I ever think that I would make another woman cum. She pulled away and I thought this would finally set me free. I was wrong.
Soon after pulling away from my face, Sandra headed straight for my feet again. Her slow raking of my soles sent shivers up my spine and I burst out in unwanted laughter once again. I screamed and laughed and pleaded. She tickle my soles, the tops of my feet, my ankles, and moved up my legs. The torment was excruciating, but my pussy was sopping and Sandra knew this. Her interest soon moved from my feet and legs to my pussy. Her intention was obvious. No matter how much I pleaded, she was going to have me no matter what.
Sandra stopped tickling my legs and started caressing. I looked up at the mirror and then at her. She smiled and licked her lips. I braced for the inevitable and soon found myself moaning in extreme pleasure. With my eyes closed, I felt Her warm tongue slowly dancing up and down my wet pussy. Slowly she teased. I began to move my pelvis. Although bound and helpless, I never felt so alive. She teased and teased until I could not stand it any more. I begged her to stop teasing me. I begged her to make me cum.
Sandra listened to my pleading and licked faster and faster. It felt like a crescendo of pure pleasure, slowly building, ready to blow. My pelvis moved faster and suddenly it felt as if a super nova explosion had come out of me. I screamed and intense pleasure took over my body. She had given me the most powerful orgasm I have ever had.
I lay there looking at myself in the mirror, a woman almost defeated. I say almost because in all this ordeal, I never divulged the location of the papers that I had stolen. Sandra taunted me, tickled me almost to insanity, and forced the most powerful orgasm that I had felt out of me, but she never got any information out of me. Unfortunately, I am still tied to this bed and I do not think that She's done with me.
