This was what it was all about.
This!!!
As I look upon her utterly bound form, lying on her front encased by layer upon layer of that rug.
Then allllll those thick leather belts. You could barely tell the colour of the rug because of how many belts there were holding it all nice and snug. Perfectly honest with you, three would have been sufficient, but the visual thrill of seeing them cinched so tightly around her rug-rolled body was knee-trembling.
As I gently step forward I see her elegant dark hair flowing down around her beautiful face and brushing the floor. The large red ball gag - that she agreed to wear I might add - completely filled her mouth. Given that it had been in place for a few minutes now she was already drooling down onto the mirror that was placed beneath her face.
This was there purely to remind her how absolutely immobile she was. And also of course, when things got going in a little while, I want her to see the look of unadulterated hysteria that she’s being reduced to. By me.
It’s when I walk back to the feet and that my heart starts beating even faster. Her ankles have been crossed and bound with thick rope, with it passed over and around each individual ankle first. There’s a lot of it which keeps them far enough apart that they won’t touch. Knowing that she’s smartly dressed inside all that bondage is also pretty neat. And those shoes. Those fuck me heels with the red soles. So expensive.
Now is the time.
This is the surprise part.
I hook my index fingers around the heel and everrrrrrr-sooooooo-slowly just pull them off her feet.
And there they are!!
Those sublime, flawless, helpless soles.
There’s a panicked sound coming from the front of the pretty package.
“Mmmppphhhhh!!!”
“Huh?” I reply, as I wander upto her head end and neatly place her shoes next to her face. So she can see them in all their expensive glory.
“Otttt-ahh-youuu-oooooing!”
“I’m just enjoying the sight of your bare feet. All helpless and cute down there. I’m going to get a better look.”
“Oohhhhhh-OOHHHHHH”
I sit down and simply gaze at her helpless soles. Of course she’s fully-clothed inside all that wrapping and belts, yet now - without her shoes to protect her - she’s the most vulnerable thing in the world.
She doesn’t realise it yet, but I’m going to touch her feet in ways that will make her howl like a banshee. But that’s for in a little while. First comes the anticipation of it.
My little box of goodies is here. I open the lid and pick out a feather tickler. It looks harmless, but it has a devious mixture of soft and stiff feathers which play merry hell with feet that can’t move.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you……are you ticklish on your feet?!”
A shrill squeal escapes from her ball gag.
I can hear the belts creaking slightly. She’s suddenly multiplied her efforts to escape.
Her feet don’t move an inch.
“Oh yes, keep doing that and you’ll definitely get free eventually….”
I place the stiff feather tickler against her pale, pink sole and stroke it down the entire length of her foot from heel to toes and she starts to guffaw.
“…….I’m kidding of course. Have you seen how many belts you’re wrapped in.”
I pass the tickler to her other sole now, fluttering it against the arch of her left foot.
“eeeeee-HEHEHHEHEHHHEHEHEHEHEH—OOOoooo-hehehhehehehehhehehehehehh”
“Oh deary me, you’re in a whole heap of trouble now….!”
Her giggles hit a higher pitch again.
“This is just the start, yknow. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll struggle to remember your own name!”
I pass the tickler more quickly between her soles now. Ten seconds fluffing one sole, two seconds on the other, back, forth, back, forth, haphazardly, until she’s cackling like a demented, breathless witch.
“Gosh, your feet are SO ticklish. It’s a good job I’ve got you tied up so well, don’t you think?”
She’s giggling helplessly now, even though I’ve taken the tickler off her feet.
“If your friends and colleagues could see you now….giggling away just from having your soles tickled. I bet they’d love to see it, especially those underlings that you boss around. Don’t worry though I am recording all this……maybe I’ll send it to your work WhatsApp group….”
I let that comment hang there for just a millisecond before I scrabbled my fingertips on the arch of her sole.
She barked out a shrill squeak of laughter which made it impossible to take my fingertips away. I kept them there just stroking around this way and that and she fell into silent laughter. I can see her head shaking from side to side as an inhuman sound of merriment escaped her gag.
“Oh yes, they’ll love seeing the boss getting tickled to death…….just imagine the comments……would you ever live it down?”
“Aee-HEHEHEEEEEEE-aghahghahghag-ARHARHARGARHARHARGHARG-ACKACKACKACK”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, just resting my fingertips on her feet now.
She’s still overcome with belly aching laughter and I know she can’t at all reply but the frantic nodding tells me she’s in a desperate state.
My fingers scatter around her soles for another few seconds.
“OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-Eeee-HEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHE-I-CAHAHAHANNNNT-ARRRHARHARHARHARHAR-eeehheheh-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE”
I stand up and step towards the head of my little tickle package. The reflection of her face in the mirror beneath her shows a glamorous woman utterly overwhelmed. There is drool spilling out from her ball gagged mouth and tears of laughter in her eyes.
“Oh I guess you want more tickles. No problem!” I tease, as I dart back towards her feet. She begins laugh-screaming in anticipation as I put on a comedic high pitched villainous laugh which prompts her to empty her lungs with helpless laughter again, all without me even touching her.
As she eventually calmed down and her giggles subsided I finally unstrap the ball gag and take it off her face. There’s drool and red lipstick smudged all over her face.
“It must be awful being tickled when there’s literally nothing you can do to stop it. I mean, how often do people get stuck somewhere and their arms are useless to them. And when everything else is so well covered, it must make your feet extra sensitive, huh? There’s something about this room; I don’t know what it is, but it seems to just MAKE women even more ticklish. I don’t know whether it’s the temperature or what, but just being helplessly tied up and tickled in this room makes people go mad with laughter!!”
“OhmyGawwddd! Please! No more!! I can’t stand it!!! Please, I know I agreed to being wrapped up and gagged but I would never have agreed if I knew it was going to mean being tickled. Please!!!”
“I understand. And I’d love to help you. Thing is, we have a mutual acquaintance. Her name is Tina Fallows.”
“Oh god, yes. Tina. She works for me. I mean, uh, she works for the company and we sometimes work together on certain projects. She’s a timid little thing….”
“She is!! She’s a real sweetie. Anyhoo, we were chatting recently and she mentioned this really difficult woman at her work who was always very rude to her. Y’know the type that always talks down to people and makes fun of them behind their back!”
“Did she mention a name? I’ll investigate it further if you can give me a name…..!”
“She did. Tina said that this bitch’s name was Helen. Helen Withers!”
“But!!!! What???!!! There’s been a mistake!!! I’m Helen Withers. There must be some mistake…..I’ve been nothing but helpful to that giihurhurhurhllllll-NO—ARHARRRR-WAIT-ehehehehehhe-ArARHARHARHARHAR-THIS-ISSSSS-OhhooHohohohohohoohohoho!”
My one hand darted to her toes, fondling and poking around in the sensitive crevices and every nook that I could find. It was easy to get her in a frenzy. Those soft pudgy toes were no match for my rough fingers…
“Yeah Tina’s not a fan of yours, Helen.
“OhHOHOMYGAHAHAHAHHHAHADDD”
“In fact, she wants an apology. So what we’re going to do is, we’re going to make a friendly phone call to Tina. And you’re going to give Tina a very respectful and heartfelt apology for your behaviour toward her.”
Helen was absolutely furious but dared not make herself any more of a target.
“That silence is deafening Helen. Do I need to remind you of your current situation?”
“OK. Alright. I’ll apologise….”
“Thaaaaat’s the spirit. One sec and we’ll get this apology sorted out.”
I take my phone from my pocket and call Tina.
“Hi Tina, it’s me. I have Helen Withers here. Look, we’ve had a chat and she agrees that she gave you a hard time unnecessarily and well, let me let her tell you herself!”
I wander over to Helen and place the phone directly in front of her face. It’s a video call, which throws her completely into stunned silence. She’s looking directly at a smug-looking Tina……
“Oh hiiiiii Helen, was there something you wanted to say….!
“I uh, ahem, yes look I think maybe there’s been a misunderstanding. I never, ever meant to disrespect you in any way whatsooooHOOHOHOHOHO-eheeehhehehehehheh-cackling-ARHARHARHARHAR-NOTTHE-TOHOHOHOHOHOssssssehehehhehehe!”
In the meantime I had slipped metallic fingertips onto the end of my index fingers and proceeded to poke and probe all around the chubby undertoes of hysterical Helen.
At the head end, Tina was loving having a frontal view of Helen’s suffering.
“Is this funny to you, Helen?? I mean, I was expecting a heartfelt apology here and what, you’re laughing in my face…?!”
It really wasn’t Helen’s fault of course, as Tina well knew. She was in the throes of a harrowing bout of tickling to tears - again - but this wouldn’t be enough for Tina.
I piped up as I continued to trace shapes around Helen’s soles keeping her in a state of howling bewilderment.
“I haven’t heard an apology yet, Helen!”
“Aaaaaaaa-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA-imSorryyyheehehehehhehehehehheheheh-I’mSorryhhhhHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEHE-OGAWHAWHAWDDDDD-I’mSorryyyy-YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
I continue to tickle her soles for another 30 seconds in which Tina began laughing and taunting Helen, which instigated the most belly aching laugh I’ve ever heard in my laugh. If she wasn’t held prone inside her mummification I swear she’d be bent over laughing. I almost felt sorry for poor ticklish Helen. Almost.
Tina was loving Helen’s torment.
“Aww, yeah that’s the spot isn’t it Helen. Such a ticklish girl, aren’t you!”
I stop tickling to come back to the phone.
“Tina!! It’s me again. Are you happy that Helen has learnt a lesson? Or would you like me to tickle her to death?”
“NO!! WHAT?? Tina please…..!” Helen was beside herself.
“Hmmm…….maybe just one more bout of hellish feet tickles! Yah!! Yah!!! Yah yah yah! Tickle her to death!!”
I took myself off to Helen’s helpless feet again.
“NoTinaWaitYouDontUnserssssstttAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHHA-AHAHAHHAHAH-Ahahahhaha-EHHHEHEHEHEHEHOHMYGAHAHHAHA-AHAHHAHAHA-imgonnapeeHEHEHHEHE!”
I stop and start tickling Helen’s feet so many times she didn’t know if she was coming or going. Even when I wasn’t grabbing and stroking her helpless feet she was still howling with breathless, side splitting laughter. That was partly down to Tina’s relentless taunting. I stepped back from Helen’s soles at one point just to drink in the carnage.
“He’s coming to get you, Helen. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Poor, glamorous rich bitch, Helen. Most ticklish feet in the world! Yeeehaaawwwww!”
Helen was the most ticklish woman I had ever encountered and she learnt a valuable lesson that day.
This!!!
As I look upon her utterly bound form, lying on her front encased by layer upon layer of that rug.
Then allllll those thick leather belts. You could barely tell the colour of the rug because of how many belts there were holding it all nice and snug. Perfectly honest with you, three would have been sufficient, but the visual thrill of seeing them cinched so tightly around her rug-rolled body was knee-trembling.
As I gently step forward I see her elegant dark hair flowing down around her beautiful face and brushing the floor. The large red ball gag - that she agreed to wear I might add - completely filled her mouth. Given that it had been in place for a few minutes now she was already drooling down onto the mirror that was placed beneath her face.
This was there purely to remind her how absolutely immobile she was. And also of course, when things got going in a little while, I want her to see the look of unadulterated hysteria that she’s being reduced to. By me.
It’s when I walk back to the feet and that my heart starts beating even faster. Her ankles have been crossed and bound with thick rope, with it passed over and around each individual ankle first. There’s a lot of it which keeps them far enough apart that they won’t touch. Knowing that she’s smartly dressed inside all that bondage is also pretty neat. And those shoes. Those fuck me heels with the red soles. So expensive.
Now is the time.
This is the surprise part.
I hook my index fingers around the heel and everrrrrrr-sooooooo-slowly just pull them off her feet.
And there they are!!
Those sublime, flawless, helpless soles.
There’s a panicked sound coming from the front of the pretty package.
“Mmmppphhhhh!!!”
“Huh?” I reply, as I wander upto her head end and neatly place her shoes next to her face. So she can see them in all their expensive glory.
“Otttt-ahh-youuu-oooooing!”
“I’m just enjoying the sight of your bare feet. All helpless and cute down there. I’m going to get a better look.”
“Oohhhhhh-OOHHHHHH”
I sit down and simply gaze at her helpless soles. Of course she’s fully-clothed inside all that wrapping and belts, yet now - without her shoes to protect her - she’s the most vulnerable thing in the world.
She doesn’t realise it yet, but I’m going to touch her feet in ways that will make her howl like a banshee. But that’s for in a little while. First comes the anticipation of it.
My little box of goodies is here. I open the lid and pick out a feather tickler. It looks harmless, but it has a devious mixture of soft and stiff feathers which play merry hell with feet that can’t move.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you……are you ticklish on your feet?!”
A shrill squeal escapes from her ball gag.
I can hear the belts creaking slightly. She’s suddenly multiplied her efforts to escape.
Her feet don’t move an inch.
“Oh yes, keep doing that and you’ll definitely get free eventually….”
I place the stiff feather tickler against her pale, pink sole and stroke it down the entire length of her foot from heel to toes and she starts to guffaw.
“…….I’m kidding of course. Have you seen how many belts you’re wrapped in.”
I pass the tickler to her other sole now, fluttering it against the arch of her left foot.
“eeeeee-HEHEHHEHEHHHEHEHEHEHEH—OOOoooo-hehehhehehehehhehehehehehh”
“Oh deary me, you’re in a whole heap of trouble now….!”
Her giggles hit a higher pitch again.
“This is just the start, yknow. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll struggle to remember your own name!”
I pass the tickler more quickly between her soles now. Ten seconds fluffing one sole, two seconds on the other, back, forth, back, forth, haphazardly, until she’s cackling like a demented, breathless witch.
“Gosh, your feet are SO ticklish. It’s a good job I’ve got you tied up so well, don’t you think?”
She’s giggling helplessly now, even though I’ve taken the tickler off her feet.
“If your friends and colleagues could see you now….giggling away just from having your soles tickled. I bet they’d love to see it, especially those underlings that you boss around. Don’t worry though I am recording all this……maybe I’ll send it to your work WhatsApp group….”
I let that comment hang there for just a millisecond before I scrabbled my fingertips on the arch of her sole.
She barked out a shrill squeak of laughter which made it impossible to take my fingertips away. I kept them there just stroking around this way and that and she fell into silent laughter. I can see her head shaking from side to side as an inhuman sound of merriment escaped her gag.
“Oh yes, they’ll love seeing the boss getting tickled to death…….just imagine the comments……would you ever live it down?”
“Aee-HEHEHEEEEEEE-aghahghahghag-ARHARHARGARHARHARGHARG-ACKACKACKACK”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, just resting my fingertips on her feet now.
She’s still overcome with belly aching laughter and I know she can’t at all reply but the frantic nodding tells me she’s in a desperate state.
My fingers scatter around her soles for another few seconds.
“OHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-Eeee-HEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEEHHE-I-CAHAHAHANNNNT-ARRRHARHARHARHARHAR-eeehheheh-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEE”
I stand up and step towards the head of my little tickle package. The reflection of her face in the mirror beneath her shows a glamorous woman utterly overwhelmed. There is drool spilling out from her ball gagged mouth and tears of laughter in her eyes.
“Oh I guess you want more tickles. No problem!” I tease, as I dart back towards her feet. She begins laugh-screaming in anticipation as I put on a comedic high pitched villainous laugh which prompts her to empty her lungs with helpless laughter again, all without me even touching her.
As she eventually calmed down and her giggles subsided I finally unstrap the ball gag and take it off her face. There’s drool and red lipstick smudged all over her face.
“It must be awful being tickled when there’s literally nothing you can do to stop it. I mean, how often do people get stuck somewhere and their arms are useless to them. And when everything else is so well covered, it must make your feet extra sensitive, huh? There’s something about this room; I don’t know what it is, but it seems to just MAKE women even more ticklish. I don’t know whether it’s the temperature or what, but just being helplessly tied up and tickled in this room makes people go mad with laughter!!”
“OhmyGawwddd! Please! No more!! I can’t stand it!!! Please, I know I agreed to being wrapped up and gagged but I would never have agreed if I knew it was going to mean being tickled. Please!!!”
“I understand. And I’d love to help you. Thing is, we have a mutual acquaintance. Her name is Tina Fallows.”
“Oh god, yes. Tina. She works for me. I mean, uh, she works for the company and we sometimes work together on certain projects. She’s a timid little thing….”
“She is!! She’s a real sweetie. Anyhoo, we were chatting recently and she mentioned this really difficult woman at her work who was always very rude to her. Y’know the type that always talks down to people and makes fun of them behind their back!”
“Did she mention a name? I’ll investigate it further if you can give me a name…..!”
“She did. Tina said that this bitch’s name was Helen. Helen Withers!”
“But!!!! What???!!! There’s been a mistake!!! I’m Helen Withers. There must be some mistake…..I’ve been nothing but helpful to that giihurhurhurhllllll-NO—ARHARRRR-WAIT-ehehehehehhe-ArARHARHARHARHAR-THIS-ISSSSS-OhhooHohohohohohoohohoho!”
My one hand darted to her toes, fondling and poking around in the sensitive crevices and every nook that I could find. It was easy to get her in a frenzy. Those soft pudgy toes were no match for my rough fingers…
“Yeah Tina’s not a fan of yours, Helen.
“OhHOHOMYGAHAHAHAHHHAHADDD”
“In fact, she wants an apology. So what we’re going to do is, we’re going to make a friendly phone call to Tina. And you’re going to give Tina a very respectful and heartfelt apology for your behaviour toward her.”
Helen was absolutely furious but dared not make herself any more of a target.
“That silence is deafening Helen. Do I need to remind you of your current situation?”
“OK. Alright. I’ll apologise….”
“Thaaaaat’s the spirit. One sec and we’ll get this apology sorted out.”
I take my phone from my pocket and call Tina.
“Hi Tina, it’s me. I have Helen Withers here. Look, we’ve had a chat and she agrees that she gave you a hard time unnecessarily and well, let me let her tell you herself!”
I wander over to Helen and place the phone directly in front of her face. It’s a video call, which throws her completely into stunned silence. She’s looking directly at a smug-looking Tina……
“Oh hiiiiii Helen, was there something you wanted to say….!
“I uh, ahem, yes look I think maybe there’s been a misunderstanding. I never, ever meant to disrespect you in any way whatsooooHOOHOHOHOHO-eheeehhehehehehheh-cackling-ARHARHARHARHAR-NOTTHE-TOHOHOHOHOHOssssssehehehhehehe!”
In the meantime I had slipped metallic fingertips onto the end of my index fingers and proceeded to poke and probe all around the chubby undertoes of hysterical Helen.
At the head end, Tina was loving having a frontal view of Helen’s suffering.
“Is this funny to you, Helen?? I mean, I was expecting a heartfelt apology here and what, you’re laughing in my face…?!”
It really wasn’t Helen’s fault of course, as Tina well knew. She was in the throes of a harrowing bout of tickling to tears - again - but this wouldn’t be enough for Tina.
I piped up as I continued to trace shapes around Helen’s soles keeping her in a state of howling bewilderment.
“I haven’t heard an apology yet, Helen!”
“Aaaaaaaa-HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA-imSorryyyheehehehehhehehehehheheheh-I’mSorryhhhhHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEHE-OGAWHAWHAWDDDDD-I’mSorryyyy-YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
I continue to tickle her soles for another 30 seconds in which Tina began laughing and taunting Helen, which instigated the most belly aching laugh I’ve ever heard in my laugh. If she wasn’t held prone inside her mummification I swear she’d be bent over laughing. I almost felt sorry for poor ticklish Helen. Almost.
Tina was loving Helen’s torment.
“Aww, yeah that’s the spot isn’t it Helen. Such a ticklish girl, aren’t you!”
I stop tickling to come back to the phone.
“Tina!! It’s me again. Are you happy that Helen has learnt a lesson? Or would you like me to tickle her to death?”
“NO!! WHAT?? Tina please…..!” Helen was beside herself.
“Hmmm…….maybe just one more bout of hellish feet tickles! Yah!! Yah!!! Yah yah yah! Tickle her to death!!”
I took myself off to Helen’s helpless feet again.
“NoTinaWaitYouDontUnserssssstttAHAHAHAHAHAHA-AHAHAHAHHA-AHAHAHHAHAH-Ahahahhaha-EHHHEHEHEHEHEHOHMYGAHAHHAHA-AHAHHAHAHA-imgonnapeeHEHEHHEHE!”
I stop and start tickling Helen’s feet so many times she didn’t know if she was coming or going. Even when I wasn’t grabbing and stroking her helpless feet she was still howling with breathless, side splitting laughter. That was partly down to Tina’s relentless taunting. I stepped back from Helen’s soles at one point just to drink in the carnage.
“He’s coming to get you, Helen. MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Poor, glamorous rich bitch, Helen. Most ticklish feet in the world! Yeeehaaawwwww!”
Helen was the most ticklish woman I had ever encountered and she learnt a valuable lesson that day.
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