Andrea was 19 years old, 5’ 7” and 115 lbs with shoulder length autumn brown hair. She liked to wear her hair down, she liked to wear summer tank tops, she liked to wear jeans that hugged her hips and she especially liked to wear spring colored flip flops that would show off her weekly manicure. She took great pride in the perfect shape of her feet, the way her foot rounded off perfectly at her toes; her big toe longest and sloping down gradually with each toe. The balls of her feet were perfect proportionally to her toes; her soles ran down from there, slimming slightly and appearing as smooth as silk. Her heel was always rosy and wonderfully round, cute as a button she was often told.
She was an incredibly shy girl who, on this night, found herself tied to her own bed and as naked as a clear night sky. Her wrists were tied to her bed posts with strips of white cotton, her ankles were tied together with the same material to the foot of her bed; leaving them slightly elevated. Her shapely big toes were tied together by a thin piece of black lace perfectly suited for the job ahead.
The light above her bed left her porcelain body illuminated and limited her vision to the rest of her bedroom. She could hear someone moving around at the foot of her bed but could not make anything out. She pulled on the soft restraints that held her wrists in place; there was no slack, no chance at escape. She tried her ankles, the material was equally as strong, her legs were going nowhere. She tried to move her feet but her toes were held firmly in place, as she tried to move her feet the thin lace brushed in between her toes sending a tickling sensation down her feet, up her legs, along her spine and through the rest of her body causing her body to freeze up and cover in goose bumps.
The figure she could hear revealed itself at the end of her bed, a man wearing an all black getup; black pants, black long-sleeve shirt, black leather gloves and a black ski mask. Andreas’ body tensed and the mysterious man noticed. Her mind filled with nervous anticipation at what was in store for her.
As he stood at the side of her bed, he placed a series of tools next to her and laid them out in a line. As she peered across her firm body, she could make out the objects next to her. She could see a long, stiff white feather; a short, soft black feather; an electric toothbrush; a green floral handkerchief; a navy blue handkerchief and a pink hair brush, her pink hair brush to be exact. The mysterious man seemed to be admiring his tools and Andrea at the same time. While he looked over the scene before him, she anxiously stared up at him, her face blushing slightly.
The tense moment ended when the mysterious man picked the white feather off the bed and made his way back to the foot of the bed. He stopped at the foot of her bed and bent down so he was eye to toe with her gorgeous feet. He held the feather next to her feet for her to see, left it there for a few moments and then it moved behind her feet where she could no longer see it.
A sudden sensation instantly shot through her body as the stiff feather glanced across the balls of her feet. Her toes curled in response to the feather and it slightly wrinkled her pink soles. The feather made another pass across her silky soles and a tiny yelp escaped her lips. She could not see it, but a smile was spreading across the face of the mysterious masked man.
He placed the tip of the feather at the bottom of her left heel. Her whole body froze as he held the feather there, she didn’t want to move an inch and possibly cause the feather to tickle her. After a long pause he slowly started dragging the feather up her foot. Her toes curled again in response to the feather. The feather crawled over the top of her heel and made a circle around the base. Her lips were closed tightly like a dam, holding back a flood of giggles that was growing with every second. As the feather completed its slow lap around her heel it started working its way up her soles. Her toes curled and uncurled as the feather criss-crossed its way up her sole, tracing in and out of the wrinkles that formed and disappeared with the tides of her toes. Her lips were straining to stay shut as the wave of laughter grew more intense…
To possibly be continued.
She was an incredibly shy girl who, on this night, found herself tied to her own bed and as naked as a clear night sky. Her wrists were tied to her bed posts with strips of white cotton, her ankles were tied together with the same material to the foot of her bed; leaving them slightly elevated. Her shapely big toes were tied together by a thin piece of black lace perfectly suited for the job ahead.
The light above her bed left her porcelain body illuminated and limited her vision to the rest of her bedroom. She could hear someone moving around at the foot of her bed but could not make anything out. She pulled on the soft restraints that held her wrists in place; there was no slack, no chance at escape. She tried her ankles, the material was equally as strong, her legs were going nowhere. She tried to move her feet but her toes were held firmly in place, as she tried to move her feet the thin lace brushed in between her toes sending a tickling sensation down her feet, up her legs, along her spine and through the rest of her body causing her body to freeze up and cover in goose bumps.
The figure she could hear revealed itself at the end of her bed, a man wearing an all black getup; black pants, black long-sleeve shirt, black leather gloves and a black ski mask. Andreas’ body tensed and the mysterious man noticed. Her mind filled with nervous anticipation at what was in store for her.
As he stood at the side of her bed, he placed a series of tools next to her and laid them out in a line. As she peered across her firm body, she could make out the objects next to her. She could see a long, stiff white feather; a short, soft black feather; an electric toothbrush; a green floral handkerchief; a navy blue handkerchief and a pink hair brush, her pink hair brush to be exact. The mysterious man seemed to be admiring his tools and Andrea at the same time. While he looked over the scene before him, she anxiously stared up at him, her face blushing slightly.
The tense moment ended when the mysterious man picked the white feather off the bed and made his way back to the foot of the bed. He stopped at the foot of her bed and bent down so he was eye to toe with her gorgeous feet. He held the feather next to her feet for her to see, left it there for a few moments and then it moved behind her feet where she could no longer see it.
A sudden sensation instantly shot through her body as the stiff feather glanced across the balls of her feet. Her toes curled in response to the feather and it slightly wrinkled her pink soles. The feather made another pass across her silky soles and a tiny yelp escaped her lips. She could not see it, but a smile was spreading across the face of the mysterious masked man.
He placed the tip of the feather at the bottom of her left heel. Her whole body froze as he held the feather there, she didn’t want to move an inch and possibly cause the feather to tickle her. After a long pause he slowly started dragging the feather up her foot. Her toes curled again in response to the feather. The feather crawled over the top of her heel and made a circle around the base. Her lips were closed tightly like a dam, holding back a flood of giggles that was growing with every second. As the feather completed its slow lap around her heel it started working its way up her soles. Her toes curled and uncurled as the feather criss-crossed its way up her sole, tracing in and out of the wrinkles that formed and disappeared with the tides of her toes. Her lips were straining to stay shut as the wave of laughter grew more intense…
To possibly be continued.
