Jennyfootgirl
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It's been several months since my botched assignment which was an eye opening experience to say the least. I was not prepared for the humiliation of failing at an assignment that was supposed to be cut and dry. For my next assignment, I was determined not to fail.
I walked into Mrs. Bain's office, and she handed me a photo of a beautiful woman. "Her name is Julia Sumpter", she said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "She was one of our top performers before she left the company. She stole valuable papers from us, and we would like to know what she did with that information." I could sense the urgency in her tone as she continued, "We believe she may be working with a competitor now, and any insight you can provide could help us regain our advantage." We want you to capture and interrogate. I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll do my best to gather information and uncover any connections she might have," I replied, feeling the weight of their expectations resting on my shoulders. "Use whatever methods you deem necessary," she urged, her eyes narrowing in determination. "Time is crucial, and we cannot afford any mistakes."
Capturing her might prove difficult, but I have a new way of obtaining information. I am going to tickle it out of her. It was a method recently used on me, so I know how powerful a method it was. I began to formulate my plan. Just the thought tickling another woman had aroused me as it brought back memories of my failed mission, my own vulnerability, and my intense orgasm at the hands of another woman.
My plan was set in motion. I stalked Julia Sumpter for days to figure out her routine. I noted the times she left her apartment and the routes she took to work. She ran in the morning before work and night. I ran the same trail and passed her several times , each time offering a casual smile and a friendly wave. It was all part of the act, a way to blend in while I gathered the final pieces of information I needed to execute my strategy.
After a week of routinely running the same route, we finally talked. After three weeks, we ran together. My plan was working. After the fourth week, I invited her over after the run for some refreshing fruit drinks; she accepted.
"I could only stay for a few minutes," said Julia, as she sweated and panted from the run. I smiled, offering her a glass filled with icy lemonade. "That's fine, just enough time to cool down and chat a bit," I replied, hoping to keep the conversation flowing and deepen our connection.
After a few sips, Julia sat down on the couch, looking visibly sleepy. In a minute, she was sound asleep. I had to move fast before she woke up. I set her down on my California King. I strapped her down with her arms and legs spread so she could not move. If I wanted this interrogation to be successful, I had to have her completely under my control.
After a few minutes, I spotted some movement, and her eyes opened. She looked around in a confused state, then panic set in when she pulled on the bonds holding her tight.
"What's going on here," said an obviously alarmed Julia.
I attempted to calm her down. "I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is information and then you are free to go." I said. Her breathing quickened as she searched my face for any hint of deceit. "Information about what?" she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant, clearly unwilling to show weakness in her vulnerable state.
"You stole Ryncor's documents, and they asked me to find out what you did with them and who you sold them to." I said to Julia. Julia's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of fear crossed her face before she masked it with defiance. "You think I would just hand that over?" she shot back, her voice steadying as she braced herself against the tight bonds holding her.
With that answer, I walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed her running shoes and socks. The tension in the room thickened as I watched her shift uncomfortably, a mix of anxiety and determination radiating from her. "You might want to reconsider, Julia," I warned, my tone calm but firm, knowing that the game was just beginning.
I exposed her bare feet, a slight odor of her sweaty feet filled the air. It was a bit intoxicating. Julia looked at me, perplexed, and said " What are you going to do?" I smiled and showed her my long red fingernails. With a flick of my wrist, I let my fingers dance in the air, creating a tantalizing tension between us. "Let's just say, I have a few ideas that might change your perspective on this game," I replied, my voice low and inviting, as I leaned closer to her.
"No, please, I didn't steal anything! Please don't tickle my feet!" cried out Julia as she tried in vain to pull away from the bonds holding her ankles in place. I slowly ran my nails up and down her pretty feet. Her protests and laughter that echoed throughout the room aroused me. "Please st-stop, I told you I didn't steal anything!" she gasped, fits of laughter escaping her lips. I could see the mix of fear and exhilaration in her eyes, and it made my heart race. "Maybe a little more persuasion will help you remember," I teased, continuing my relentless torment.
I vigorously attacked her soles as if attempting to alleviate a bothersome itch, compelling Julia to laugh at my command. Her laughter echoed off the walls, a sound that was both delightful and infectious. I paused for a moment, watching her squirm and realizing just how much fun I was having at her expense.
"Are you going to tell me what I want to know, or am I going to have to step this up!" I yelled while my fingers danced all over Julia's soles.
"Please stop this; I am telling you the truth!" said Julia, laughing harder and harder. The more I teased her beautiful feet, the more her laughter echoed through the room, creating a tension that was impossible to ignore. I could see the determination in her eyes, trying in vain to hold back her laughter. But as I continued my assault, her resolve began to crumble. Just as she gasped for breath, her laughter erupted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and I knew I was close to breaking through her defenses.
Julia's predicament reminded me of my own experience being tied up and forced to laugh at the hands of another woman. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at the sight of Julia's beautifully pedicured sexy toes wiggling against my determined fingers. I wondered what her reaction would be if I licked her soles so I stepped it up.
I stopped tickling her feet to let Julia catch her breath and asked for the 10th time about the stolen documents. She said nothing and then let out a loud yelp. My tongue probed each of her soft toes, eliciting a soft moan. "Oh God, what are you doing now? Please stop," she muttered, and I could sense a hint of pleasure. I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her skin as I whispered, "Just tell me what I need to know, and I’ll stop." Her eyes widened. "I'm not telling you anything!" she exclaimed.
I went back to the foot of the bed and tickled her bound feet once again. She squirmed, her laughter ringing out like music, mingling with her gasps. "Okay, okay! Just stop!" she finally relented, the tension between us thickening as she realized I was serious about getting answers.
I stopped, waited for Julia to talk, but she remained silent. I had no choice but to continue the foot tickling onslaught. Her laughter so intoxicating that It increased my arousal, my pussy sopping with moisture with each stroke of her vulnerable and sexy soles.
At this point I had no choice but to revisit the sucking on Julia's tasty toes. As soon as my lips touched her big toes, I heard a loud yelp followed by a soft moan. I sensed her pleasure coupled with my own. I looked at her, her eyes closed, she licked her lips and looked at me. At this point I knew that her pussy was screaming silently for the same treatment that I was giving her sweet toes.
I stopped, clearly frustrating Julia. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her running shorts off without any protests and asked her once again, "Tell me about the stolen documents." She looked at me and said, "I'll tell you everything, but please, stop teasing me put my frustration to an end." I cupped her pussy over her panties evoking a sweet moan of pleasure from the both of us. I cut a slit in her panties and easily tore it off, tossing its tattered remains on the floor.
I looked at Julia and she looked at me. She nodded her head as if to say yes, do it. I have been the recipient, but never licked another woman. I caressed her pussy and soon dug in. My tongue probed slowly I teased her forcing moans and groans of pleasure from my beautiful bound prisoner. Her eyes widened in surprise, but a smile quickly spread across her face, revealing her delight. The atmosphere between us shifted, charged with unspoken tension and anticipation.
I kissed her wet womanhood gently, feeling a thrill ripple through both of us. The warmth of her skin ignited a spark, making me eager to explore the depths of this newfound connection. She moaned softly, her body leaning into my touch as if silently urging me to continue. The moment hung between us, electric and intoxicating, inviting further exploration of our desires.
My tongue probed slowly, teasing Julia until she moaned, "please do it!" I continued probing faster until she screamed and convulsed with one orgasm after another. I got up and let her catch her breath. I untied her, gave her one of my robes, and she told me everything, but before I let her leave, I asked her to do me a favor.
I needed satisfaction. This intense erotic interrogation turned me on and I wanted Julia to tongue fuck me. She obliged.
I walked into Mrs. Bain's office, and she handed me a photo of a beautiful woman. "Her name is Julia Sumpter", she said with a hint of admiration in her voice. "She was one of our top performers before she left the company. She stole valuable papers from us, and we would like to know what she did with that information." I could sense the urgency in her tone as she continued, "We believe she may be working with a competitor now, and any insight you can provide could help us regain our advantage." We want you to capture and interrogate. I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll do my best to gather information and uncover any connections she might have," I replied, feeling the weight of their expectations resting on my shoulders. "Use whatever methods you deem necessary," she urged, her eyes narrowing in determination. "Time is crucial, and we cannot afford any mistakes."
Capturing her might prove difficult, but I have a new way of obtaining information. I am going to tickle it out of her. It was a method recently used on me, so I know how powerful a method it was. I began to formulate my plan. Just the thought tickling another woman had aroused me as it brought back memories of my failed mission, my own vulnerability, and my intense orgasm at the hands of another woman.
My plan was set in motion. I stalked Julia Sumpter for days to figure out her routine. I noted the times she left her apartment and the routes she took to work. She ran in the morning before work and night. I ran the same trail and passed her several times , each time offering a casual smile and a friendly wave. It was all part of the act, a way to blend in while I gathered the final pieces of information I needed to execute my strategy.
After a week of routinely running the same route, we finally talked. After three weeks, we ran together. My plan was working. After the fourth week, I invited her over after the run for some refreshing fruit drinks; she accepted.
"I could only stay for a few minutes," said Julia, as she sweated and panted from the run. I smiled, offering her a glass filled with icy lemonade. "That's fine, just enough time to cool down and chat a bit," I replied, hoping to keep the conversation flowing and deepen our connection.
After a few sips, Julia sat down on the couch, looking visibly sleepy. In a minute, she was sound asleep. I had to move fast before she woke up. I set her down on my California King. I strapped her down with her arms and legs spread so she could not move. If I wanted this interrogation to be successful, I had to have her completely under my control.
After a few minutes, I spotted some movement, and her eyes opened. She looked around in a confused state, then panic set in when she pulled on the bonds holding her tight.
"What's going on here," said an obviously alarmed Julia.
I attempted to calm her down. "I'm not going to hurt you. All I want is information and then you are free to go." I said. Her breathing quickened as she searched my face for any hint of deceit. "Information about what?" she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant, clearly unwilling to show weakness in her vulnerable state.
"You stole Ryncor's documents, and they asked me to find out what you did with them and who you sold them to." I said to Julia. Julia's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of fear crossed her face before she masked it with defiance. "You think I would just hand that over?" she shot back, her voice steadying as she braced herself against the tight bonds holding her.
With that answer, I walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed her running shoes and socks. The tension in the room thickened as I watched her shift uncomfortably, a mix of anxiety and determination radiating from her. "You might want to reconsider, Julia," I warned, my tone calm but firm, knowing that the game was just beginning.
I exposed her bare feet, a slight odor of her sweaty feet filled the air. It was a bit intoxicating. Julia looked at me, perplexed, and said " What are you going to do?" I smiled and showed her my long red fingernails. With a flick of my wrist, I let my fingers dance in the air, creating a tantalizing tension between us. "Let's just say, I have a few ideas that might change your perspective on this game," I replied, my voice low and inviting, as I leaned closer to her.
"No, please, I didn't steal anything! Please don't tickle my feet!" cried out Julia as she tried in vain to pull away from the bonds holding her ankles in place. I slowly ran my nails up and down her pretty feet. Her protests and laughter that echoed throughout the room aroused me. "Please st-stop, I told you I didn't steal anything!" she gasped, fits of laughter escaping her lips. I could see the mix of fear and exhilaration in her eyes, and it made my heart race. "Maybe a little more persuasion will help you remember," I teased, continuing my relentless torment.
I vigorously attacked her soles as if attempting to alleviate a bothersome itch, compelling Julia to laugh at my command. Her laughter echoed off the walls, a sound that was both delightful and infectious. I paused for a moment, watching her squirm and realizing just how much fun I was having at her expense.
"Are you going to tell me what I want to know, or am I going to have to step this up!" I yelled while my fingers danced all over Julia's soles.
"Please stop this; I am telling you the truth!" said Julia, laughing harder and harder. The more I teased her beautiful feet, the more her laughter echoed through the room, creating a tension that was impossible to ignore. I could see the determination in her eyes, trying in vain to hold back her laughter. But as I continued my assault, her resolve began to crumble. Just as she gasped for breath, her laughter erupted into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and I knew I was close to breaking through her defenses.
Julia's predicament reminded me of my own experience being tied up and forced to laugh at the hands of another woman. I couldn't believe how turned on I was at the sight of Julia's beautifully pedicured sexy toes wiggling against my determined fingers. I wondered what her reaction would be if I licked her soles so I stepped it up.
I stopped tickling her feet to let Julia catch her breath and asked for the 10th time about the stolen documents. She said nothing and then let out a loud yelp. My tongue probed each of her soft toes, eliciting a soft moan. "Oh God, what are you doing now? Please stop," she muttered, and I could sense a hint of pleasure. I leaned in closer, my breath warm against her skin as I whispered, "Just tell me what I need to know, and I’ll stop." Her eyes widened. "I'm not telling you anything!" she exclaimed.
I went back to the foot of the bed and tickled her bound feet once again. She squirmed, her laughter ringing out like music, mingling with her gasps. "Okay, okay! Just stop!" she finally relented, the tension between us thickening as she realized I was serious about getting answers.
I stopped, waited for Julia to talk, but she remained silent. I had no choice but to continue the foot tickling onslaught. Her laughter so intoxicating that It increased my arousal, my pussy sopping with moisture with each stroke of her vulnerable and sexy soles.
At this point I had no choice but to revisit the sucking on Julia's tasty toes. As soon as my lips touched her big toes, I heard a loud yelp followed by a soft moan. I sensed her pleasure coupled with my own. I looked at her, her eyes closed, she licked her lips and looked at me. At this point I knew that her pussy was screaming silently for the same treatment that I was giving her sweet toes.
I stopped, clearly frustrating Julia. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut her running shorts off without any protests and asked her once again, "Tell me about the stolen documents." She looked at me and said, "I'll tell you everything, but please, stop teasing me put my frustration to an end." I cupped her pussy over her panties evoking a sweet moan of pleasure from the both of us. I cut a slit in her panties and easily tore it off, tossing its tattered remains on the floor.
I looked at Julia and she looked at me. She nodded her head as if to say yes, do it. I have been the recipient, but never licked another woman. I caressed her pussy and soon dug in. My tongue probed slowly I teased her forcing moans and groans of pleasure from my beautiful bound prisoner. Her eyes widened in surprise, but a smile quickly spread across her face, revealing her delight. The atmosphere between us shifted, charged with unspoken tension and anticipation.
I kissed her wet womanhood gently, feeling a thrill ripple through both of us. The warmth of her skin ignited a spark, making me eager to explore the depths of this newfound connection. She moaned softly, her body leaning into my touch as if silently urging me to continue. The moment hung between us, electric and intoxicating, inviting further exploration of our desires.
My tongue probed slowly, teasing Julia until she moaned, "please do it!" I continued probing faster until she screamed and convulsed with one orgasm after another. I got up and let her catch her breath. I untied her, gave her one of my robes, and she told me everything, but before I let her leave, I asked her to do me a favor.
I needed satisfaction. This intense erotic interrogation turned me on and I wanted Julia to tongue fuck me. She obliged.
