i laugh. not at what you’ve just said, that’s just small talk, friends catching up. i’m laughing because you’re sitting on my bed naked telling me about your new job. not that i’m much better at the moment. my laugh makes you laugh and then blush, and then the bedroom’s quiet for the first time all afternoon. you’ve been rambling on, bubbling with nervous energy, and i’ve been trying to play cool, but i know i must have been grinning this whole time.
i take advantage of the pause to check the clock. it’s getting close now, and you smile as you lie down on your belly. i get the bottled water from the fridge and place it nearby, then i get the ropes from the closet and begin tying you.
we both giggle like children as i adjust the knots. you give the ropes a tug and reassure me that you’re comfortable. i smile and play with your hair as we fall back into small talk, but our voices are hushed now, like we’re confiding secrets.
we hear a key in the lock and you wet your lips quickly and open your mouth. i slide the gag in and buckle it, and you move your jaw a little bit to get it comfortable. i put the bow in place, give you an assuring smile and slip out of the bedroom.
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i’ve barely locked the door and set down my bag when i feel your arms wrap around me and your mouth press to mine. i don’t mind this kind of greeting. we kiss warmly for a minute, enjoying each other’s presence, and then we part.
“welcome home, ma’am,” you say smiling. “happy birthday.”
i look you over. you’re topless, and you’re wearing your collar - not the unassuming choker you wear in public, but the collar with the o-ring you wear when we’re at home. you’ve got your boots on. obviously our dinner plans have changed.
“come see your present,” you say, grabbing my hand and pulling me giddily toward the bedroom, still in my tank and running pants.
i blink. there’s someone on the bed. and a huge grin on your face that lets me know who’s responsible.
a smooth brown body wriggles on the bed. she looks plump and soft. she smiles around the ball gag, eyes twinkling at me. there’s a bow on her head. what an irresistable package.
“her name’s hayleigh,” you say. “she’s verrrry ticklish.” the present growls at you playfully. you reach down and tweak her nose for a moment, and she meeps in surprise at the sudden lack of breath. now i’m smiling. it’s all too cute. i wonder if you’ve rehearsed this.
“she’s all yours, ma’am. happy birthday.” the present watches me sweetly, and my curiosity overtakes me. i climb onto the bed, pushing off my sneakers. you are on your knees now at the bedside, and arrange my sneakers neatly to the side. i grin and toss you my socks. you pick them up with your teeth and tuck them into the sneakers.
i settle down cross-legged, getting comfortable behind hayleigh. her feet are absolutely scrumptious - smooth creamy soles, plump round toes. and her big toes already tied. how could i resist? i trace a nail along one sole experimentally, and she meeps again - what a marvelous sound - and her whole sole scrunches, toes wiggling and curling.
i look over at you grinning. baby, i don’t deserve you.
you’re holding up a tray now, with all my favorite toys spread on it - the toothbrush, the wartenberg wheel, the smooth black crop. you’re setting her limits, letting me know she can take the kind of play we engage in. i promise myself i won’t push the poor thing too far as i pick up the crop. your eyes sparkle as you watch.
i give the crop a nice loud smack on my palm. the captive gasps and ten gorgeous little toes curl. delicious.
i give each sole ten blows, light and stinging, to warm them up and get the blood flowing. hayleigh takes them bravely, with scarcely a grunt, though her feet flinch a little. as i set the crop back on the tray i watch her try to rub her soles against each other. she can’t of course, tied as they are, but this lets me know they’ve become nice and tender.
i hook my finger around the toe ties and pull back. hayleigh chokes back a squeak, and i grin. the baby knows she’s in for it now.
i use my nails first, grazing her soles. upwards first, light, towards her heels. i space them out, giving her just enough time to brace herself before she shakes in her bonds and gives a little cry. her noises fade as she grows accustomed to this, and then i surprise her by dragging a single nail from her heel back to her toes. this makes her scream in surprise, and i feel her toes pull against my grip on the tie.
my grin widens.
i keep up with that now, alternating soles, a single nail from heel to toes. each one draws a little shriek from the captive, and i slow my strokes gradually, drawing them out. on one trip down her left sole i surprise her again, stopping unexpectedly in the center of her arch. she shudders, catching her breath, and then stiffens as she feels my nail begin to wriggle in her arch.
i start slowly, gently, just a tiny wiggle, insistant and irritating, and let it grow into a scratch in the curve of her arch. her body shakes in its bondage, each twist of my nail sending a tremor through her body, as squeals and gasps issue from behind her gag. i let the scratch grow further, into a slow circle along the center of her sole. she is squirming and breathless when i finally stop, and when i let go of her toes her soles curl up.
now it’s time for something a bit more delicate, and you are all too eager to present me the wartenberg wheel. i give the wheel a little spin with my finger, feeling the tiny prickles. i take hold of hayleigh’s toes again and pull them back.
she sounds a perfect note of alarm when the pinwheel touches her heel. she’s braced herself, but she wasn’t sure for what. i roll the wheel down to the ball of her foot, and the note expands into a full long shriek. i keep the wheel on the ball of her foot for a while, because she produces the nicest noises when the prickles trace over that soft, tender skin. i can hear an edge to her cries now, and i run the wheel along the side of her foot and over her other sole.
eventually i arrive at those plump little toes. i hold tight to their ties as i roll the wheel over the pad of one big toe. she screams, the poor baby, and pulls her toes hard, but my grip is tight. as the wheel roams the neck and sides of her toe, i can hear the tears come.
my little wheel probes each of her toes in turn, the skin between them eliciting perhaps the strongest shrieks and sobs. i leave a faint pink track on each toe, and poor hayleigh is panting when i lift the wheel, trying to choke back her tears. i keep my grip on the ties, but she gains a much-needed reprieve as i place the pinwheel back on the tray and scoop up the toothbrush.
hayleigh goes silent when the bristles touch her heel, but as i continue brushing she squirms more and more, and then the giggles trickle through. as i slide the brush into her arch those giggles blossom into full laughter. soon she is laughing her little head off, and i can’t remember ever hearing a sweeter sound.
as the brush continues to scrub at her soles, i lean down and lick at one wiggling toe. a soft little moan bubbles out from the giggles. her toes are every bit as tasty as i thought they’d be, and i suckle them and nibble their tips as the sweet captive laughs away.
as her laughter grows more desperate i let up on the brush a little, and she returns to soft giggles. my mouth stays on her toes, my tongue coaxing gasps and giggles from her, my teeth drawing shrieks and moans. i glance at you on the bedside and see you rapt with delight. it’s not often you get to see me work over someone else like this.
hayleigh catches her breath as i place the toothbrush back on the tray, and then i take the tray from you. you look up at me.
“i think hayleigh might be getting lonely, babe,” i say, touching your chin. you bite your lip, but i see your grin.
you go to the cabinet. when you arrive at the bedside there is a gag between your teeth and a coil of rope in your hand. i take the rope from you and you climb onto the bed with practiced grace, on your belly with your legs bent back without your boots having touched the sheets at all. you tuck your arms into the small of your back and smile at hayleigh around your gag. your neighbor smiles back giddily.
i stand beside the bed and truss your arms. you grunt as i cinch the ropes, a little tighter than you tied our guest. then it’s time for my favorite part. i sit on the bed behind you and begin unpicking the laces of your boots. i tug the boots open and pull them off. your toes curl in your socks, but i pinch the toes of the socks and tug, gently at first, then i pull the socks off to reveal your long, smooth soles.
i press my face into the center of your warm soles, soaking in the heat and aroma. you coo behind your gag. then i grab the rope and tie you up.
a shoelace around your big toes completes the bondage. i pull your toes back roughly and you growl. i’ve been gentle with hayleigh, but you don’t get that luxury. i rake my nails across your soles and you grunt. i do it again, and again, until you finally squeal for me, and then i work you into shrieks and giggles.
hayleigh’s face glows watching you - clearly enjoying no longer being the focus of my torments. i run a nail down her sole and she squeals. i mirror the stroke on yours, then hers again, devoting a hand to each pair of captive soles.
i goad you into little competitions - who can scream the loudest or struggle more fiercely, who can keep the stillest and quietest. i work you hard, showing hayleigh just how much you can take, and she watches in amazement and a little fear. and i snack on twenty delectable toes.
i let hayleigh go first because she’s been so brave, and she hugs me tight with as much energy as she can muster, and then she kisses me, and i kiss back. her lips are so warm. i look at her and her eyes are shining, her cheeks wet with tears. i hug her again and ruffle her hair, and then retrieve a bottle of water for her. i grin as i notice you set two in the room.
hayleigh settles back on the bed and i play with your feet some more as she sips her water - quickly at first but then she catches herself. i make you scream a few more times before i release you, i get rough and bite your toes. you shine with sweat when i untie you, you take a swig from the second bottle and then you fall into my arms and kiss me fiercely. i bite your lip, you moan.
then you pull hayleigh into your arms and hug her tight. she snuggles into your embrace and cries a little, and you stroke her hair. i move close and put my arms around the two of you, and we stay silent like that for a while.
then you both open your eyes, looking at each other and then at me, your breathing soft and even. i smile broadly.
”who’s up for dinner?” i ask.
i take advantage of the pause to check the clock. it’s getting close now, and you smile as you lie down on your belly. i get the bottled water from the fridge and place it nearby, then i get the ropes from the closet and begin tying you.
we both giggle like children as i adjust the knots. you give the ropes a tug and reassure me that you’re comfortable. i smile and play with your hair as we fall back into small talk, but our voices are hushed now, like we’re confiding secrets.
we hear a key in the lock and you wet your lips quickly and open your mouth. i slide the gag in and buckle it, and you move your jaw a little bit to get it comfortable. i put the bow in place, give you an assuring smile and slip out of the bedroom.
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i’ve barely locked the door and set down my bag when i feel your arms wrap around me and your mouth press to mine. i don’t mind this kind of greeting. we kiss warmly for a minute, enjoying each other’s presence, and then we part.
“welcome home, ma’am,” you say smiling. “happy birthday.”
i look you over. you’re topless, and you’re wearing your collar - not the unassuming choker you wear in public, but the collar with the o-ring you wear when we’re at home. you’ve got your boots on. obviously our dinner plans have changed.
“come see your present,” you say, grabbing my hand and pulling me giddily toward the bedroom, still in my tank and running pants.
i blink. there’s someone on the bed. and a huge grin on your face that lets me know who’s responsible.
a smooth brown body wriggles on the bed. she looks plump and soft. she smiles around the ball gag, eyes twinkling at me. there’s a bow on her head. what an irresistable package.
“her name’s hayleigh,” you say. “she’s verrrry ticklish.” the present growls at you playfully. you reach down and tweak her nose for a moment, and she meeps in surprise at the sudden lack of breath. now i’m smiling. it’s all too cute. i wonder if you’ve rehearsed this.
“she’s all yours, ma’am. happy birthday.” the present watches me sweetly, and my curiosity overtakes me. i climb onto the bed, pushing off my sneakers. you are on your knees now at the bedside, and arrange my sneakers neatly to the side. i grin and toss you my socks. you pick them up with your teeth and tuck them into the sneakers.
i settle down cross-legged, getting comfortable behind hayleigh. her feet are absolutely scrumptious - smooth creamy soles, plump round toes. and her big toes already tied. how could i resist? i trace a nail along one sole experimentally, and she meeps again - what a marvelous sound - and her whole sole scrunches, toes wiggling and curling.
i look over at you grinning. baby, i don’t deserve you.
you’re holding up a tray now, with all my favorite toys spread on it - the toothbrush, the wartenberg wheel, the smooth black crop. you’re setting her limits, letting me know she can take the kind of play we engage in. i promise myself i won’t push the poor thing too far as i pick up the crop. your eyes sparkle as you watch.
i give the crop a nice loud smack on my palm. the captive gasps and ten gorgeous little toes curl. delicious.
i give each sole ten blows, light and stinging, to warm them up and get the blood flowing. hayleigh takes them bravely, with scarcely a grunt, though her feet flinch a little. as i set the crop back on the tray i watch her try to rub her soles against each other. she can’t of course, tied as they are, but this lets me know they’ve become nice and tender.
i hook my finger around the toe ties and pull back. hayleigh chokes back a squeak, and i grin. the baby knows she’s in for it now.
i use my nails first, grazing her soles. upwards first, light, towards her heels. i space them out, giving her just enough time to brace herself before she shakes in her bonds and gives a little cry. her noises fade as she grows accustomed to this, and then i surprise her by dragging a single nail from her heel back to her toes. this makes her scream in surprise, and i feel her toes pull against my grip on the tie.
my grin widens.
i keep up with that now, alternating soles, a single nail from heel to toes. each one draws a little shriek from the captive, and i slow my strokes gradually, drawing them out. on one trip down her left sole i surprise her again, stopping unexpectedly in the center of her arch. she shudders, catching her breath, and then stiffens as she feels my nail begin to wriggle in her arch.
i start slowly, gently, just a tiny wiggle, insistant and irritating, and let it grow into a scratch in the curve of her arch. her body shakes in its bondage, each twist of my nail sending a tremor through her body, as squeals and gasps issue from behind her gag. i let the scratch grow further, into a slow circle along the center of her sole. she is squirming and breathless when i finally stop, and when i let go of her toes her soles curl up.
now it’s time for something a bit more delicate, and you are all too eager to present me the wartenberg wheel. i give the wheel a little spin with my finger, feeling the tiny prickles. i take hold of hayleigh’s toes again and pull them back.
she sounds a perfect note of alarm when the pinwheel touches her heel. she’s braced herself, but she wasn’t sure for what. i roll the wheel down to the ball of her foot, and the note expands into a full long shriek. i keep the wheel on the ball of her foot for a while, because she produces the nicest noises when the prickles trace over that soft, tender skin. i can hear an edge to her cries now, and i run the wheel along the side of her foot and over her other sole.
eventually i arrive at those plump little toes. i hold tight to their ties as i roll the wheel over the pad of one big toe. she screams, the poor baby, and pulls her toes hard, but my grip is tight. as the wheel roams the neck and sides of her toe, i can hear the tears come.
my little wheel probes each of her toes in turn, the skin between them eliciting perhaps the strongest shrieks and sobs. i leave a faint pink track on each toe, and poor hayleigh is panting when i lift the wheel, trying to choke back her tears. i keep my grip on the ties, but she gains a much-needed reprieve as i place the pinwheel back on the tray and scoop up the toothbrush.
hayleigh goes silent when the bristles touch her heel, but as i continue brushing she squirms more and more, and then the giggles trickle through. as i slide the brush into her arch those giggles blossom into full laughter. soon she is laughing her little head off, and i can’t remember ever hearing a sweeter sound.
as the brush continues to scrub at her soles, i lean down and lick at one wiggling toe. a soft little moan bubbles out from the giggles. her toes are every bit as tasty as i thought they’d be, and i suckle them and nibble their tips as the sweet captive laughs away.
as her laughter grows more desperate i let up on the brush a little, and she returns to soft giggles. my mouth stays on her toes, my tongue coaxing gasps and giggles from her, my teeth drawing shrieks and moans. i glance at you on the bedside and see you rapt with delight. it’s not often you get to see me work over someone else like this.
hayleigh catches her breath as i place the toothbrush back on the tray, and then i take the tray from you. you look up at me.
“i think hayleigh might be getting lonely, babe,” i say, touching your chin. you bite your lip, but i see your grin.
you go to the cabinet. when you arrive at the bedside there is a gag between your teeth and a coil of rope in your hand. i take the rope from you and you climb onto the bed with practiced grace, on your belly with your legs bent back without your boots having touched the sheets at all. you tuck your arms into the small of your back and smile at hayleigh around your gag. your neighbor smiles back giddily.
i stand beside the bed and truss your arms. you grunt as i cinch the ropes, a little tighter than you tied our guest. then it’s time for my favorite part. i sit on the bed behind you and begin unpicking the laces of your boots. i tug the boots open and pull them off. your toes curl in your socks, but i pinch the toes of the socks and tug, gently at first, then i pull the socks off to reveal your long, smooth soles.
i press my face into the center of your warm soles, soaking in the heat and aroma. you coo behind your gag. then i grab the rope and tie you up.
a shoelace around your big toes completes the bondage. i pull your toes back roughly and you growl. i’ve been gentle with hayleigh, but you don’t get that luxury. i rake my nails across your soles and you grunt. i do it again, and again, until you finally squeal for me, and then i work you into shrieks and giggles.
hayleigh’s face glows watching you - clearly enjoying no longer being the focus of my torments. i run a nail down her sole and she squeals. i mirror the stroke on yours, then hers again, devoting a hand to each pair of captive soles.
i goad you into little competitions - who can scream the loudest or struggle more fiercely, who can keep the stillest and quietest. i work you hard, showing hayleigh just how much you can take, and she watches in amazement and a little fear. and i snack on twenty delectable toes.
i let hayleigh go first because she’s been so brave, and she hugs me tight with as much energy as she can muster, and then she kisses me, and i kiss back. her lips are so warm. i look at her and her eyes are shining, her cheeks wet with tears. i hug her again and ruffle her hair, and then retrieve a bottle of water for her. i grin as i notice you set two in the room.
hayleigh settles back on the bed and i play with your feet some more as she sips her water - quickly at first but then she catches herself. i make you scream a few more times before i release you, i get rough and bite your toes. you shine with sweat when i untie you, you take a swig from the second bottle and then you fall into my arms and kiss me fiercely. i bite your lip, you moan.
then you pull hayleigh into your arms and hug her tight. she snuggles into your embrace and cries a little, and you stroke her hair. i move close and put my arms around the two of you, and we stay silent like that for a while.
then you both open your eyes, looking at each other and then at me, your breathing soft and even. i smile broadly.
”who’s up for dinner?” i ask.
