harley_quinn75
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The title is a bit Borat no?
Anyway, some pictures that were posted to a user group, and were new to me, so I thought I'd post 'em.
I was also musing on the 'public tickling' thing, and jotted down a few words. If this is better off in the story forum, then my mistake, but here goes ...
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I've always been fascinated by the idea of someone being picked out of a crowd at a renfaire type event.
You joke nervously as you are settled in the stocks, then feeling the first pangs of nerves as the heavy wood is locked into place, realising that you really are there until you're let out.
Your nervousness heightens, as you feel your shoes being removed by one of the actors who's playing the role of a Queen's soldier or something. As their finger brushes against your socked sole, you're unable to stop yourself from pulling it back and gasping. Of course you can't pull it very far at all, your ankles can slide a couple of inches either way at most.
Another feature of the design of the stocks, is that you can't actually see your feet - funny that, because everyone else can, and you're suddenly aware that you've attracted quite a crowd. People are nudging each other and pointing at you. Snippets of conversation float across, '.... should really be barefoot ...', '... can't escape ...', '... be tickled all day ...'.
You don't really have time to take it in, because your attention snaps back to your feet, because you can feel that someone is now slowly but inexorably rolling your socks off. Your senses are heightened, you can feel the cool air as your soles are progressively bared. You try desperately to resist the final removal of each sock by scrunching your toes as hard as you can. It doesn't help!
The soldier turns to the crowd and triumphantly holds your socks aloft like trophies, one in either hand. The crowd cheers and applauds enthusiastically.
"We won't be needing these any more, will we?" the soldier says.
"No!" shouts the crowd.
You see your socks rolled into a ball and flung far away. The soldier turns back to you. "I'll have to do something about those toes of yours - can't have you scrunching your feet up like that!"
You feel something - a light rope being wrapped around each of your big toes, and seconds later your toes are pulled back. Your feet are now wholly immobile, your toes tied, leaving your bare soles stretched taut and completely exposed.
You think about how sensitive your feet are normally, how you don't like to goof around in bare feet in case someone accidentally tickles you, how your older sister used to tickle you mercilessly when you were kids - you'd forgotten how that felt, until now.
You think about how you don't normally like other people seeing you barefoot, and how you get a slight frisson everytime you're in with other people who're in bare feet, while you retain your shoes and socks, how it makes you feel more in control. Now you're not in control, you're the one individual whose soles are bare, and not only that, they're the centre of attention.
You think about effort and the attention to detail that's gone into creating the device that you're stuck in. Anyone who can create something to restrain and present your feet so effectively is likely to have a pretty good idea of what they want to do with their prize.
"By her majesty's pleasure, the prisoner has been found guilty, and has been sentenced to the punishment of tickle torture to be applied to the bare feet, for a period of no less that one hour. Any volunteers to do the Queen's bidding?"
You watch helpless as the crowd moves forward ...
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Harley
uk.360.yahoo.com/harley_quinn75
Anyway, some pictures that were posted to a user group, and were new to me, so I thought I'd post 'em.
I was also musing on the 'public tickling' thing, and jotted down a few words. If this is better off in the story forum, then my mistake, but here goes ...
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I've always been fascinated by the idea of someone being picked out of a crowd at a renfaire type event.
You joke nervously as you are settled in the stocks, then feeling the first pangs of nerves as the heavy wood is locked into place, realising that you really are there until you're let out.
Your nervousness heightens, as you feel your shoes being removed by one of the actors who's playing the role of a Queen's soldier or something. As their finger brushes against your socked sole, you're unable to stop yourself from pulling it back and gasping. Of course you can't pull it very far at all, your ankles can slide a couple of inches either way at most.
Another feature of the design of the stocks, is that you can't actually see your feet - funny that, because everyone else can, and you're suddenly aware that you've attracted quite a crowd. People are nudging each other and pointing at you. Snippets of conversation float across, '.... should really be barefoot ...', '... can't escape ...', '... be tickled all day ...'.
You don't really have time to take it in, because your attention snaps back to your feet, because you can feel that someone is now slowly but inexorably rolling your socks off. Your senses are heightened, you can feel the cool air as your soles are progressively bared. You try desperately to resist the final removal of each sock by scrunching your toes as hard as you can. It doesn't help!
The soldier turns to the crowd and triumphantly holds your socks aloft like trophies, one in either hand. The crowd cheers and applauds enthusiastically.
"We won't be needing these any more, will we?" the soldier says.
"No!" shouts the crowd.
You see your socks rolled into a ball and flung far away. The soldier turns back to you. "I'll have to do something about those toes of yours - can't have you scrunching your feet up like that!"
You feel something - a light rope being wrapped around each of your big toes, and seconds later your toes are pulled back. Your feet are now wholly immobile, your toes tied, leaving your bare soles stretched taut and completely exposed.
You think about how sensitive your feet are normally, how you don't like to goof around in bare feet in case someone accidentally tickles you, how your older sister used to tickle you mercilessly when you were kids - you'd forgotten how that felt, until now.
You think about how you don't normally like other people seeing you barefoot, and how you get a slight frisson everytime you're in with other people who're in bare feet, while you retain your shoes and socks, how it makes you feel more in control. Now you're not in control, you're the one individual whose soles are bare, and not only that, they're the centre of attention.
You think about effort and the attention to detail that's gone into creating the device that you're stuck in. Anyone who can create something to restrain and present your feet so effectively is likely to have a pretty good idea of what they want to do with their prize.
"By her majesty's pleasure, the prisoner has been found guilty, and has been sentenced to the punishment of tickle torture to be applied to the bare feet, for a period of no less that one hour. Any volunteers to do the Queen's bidding?"
You watch helpless as the crowd moves forward ...
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Harley
uk.360.yahoo.com/harley_quinn75
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