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Author’s note: A new chapter in the adventures of Mike, Emma and Terry, and it only took one month this time. Hurray for me. For this story, I gave myself a little writing challenge, can you guess what it is? Hope you enjoy.
5:30 pm
Michael Tanner regained consciousness, but kept his eyes closed. He had dozed off as his friends Emma Delgado and Terry Carmichael laid him on the couch of Emma’s basement, placing his head on a pillow. One could hardly blame him after the girls spent a full hour tickling every inch of his body, with a pointed preference for his sensitive feet. His mouth was dry from Emma’ sock trapped in there by the clear tape still wrapped around his lips. He was not bothered by the gag nor Terry’s black ballet flat also taped over his nose and mouth. His tortuous ordeal made him fall in love with the aroma of her slender feet, and he took a deep breath. He could feel two large hot spots rubbing his abdomen. His left leg was over someone’s lap and his foot was massaged. His right leg was held up somehow and he felt a warm wetness around his big toe.
He opened his eyes. Two meaty tanned feet (that Mike easily recognized as Emma’s) were rubbing his bare tummy. Mike was now aware that the girls had taken the liberty of taking off his hoodie and t-shirt after he fell asleep. The mystery of his missing clothes was short-lived as he could see that Terry had used his hoodie as a makeshift sling to hold his foot up. This allowed her mouth easy access to his foot. She was firmly sucking and rolling her tongue around his big toe. Her hands were rubbing his foot. Mike found Terry’s particular care of his feet quite pleasing, and let out a soft moan while turning his head.
The young man let out a muffled gasp. He was taken aback by the sight of curvy Emma’s body, tightly bound to a chair. Grey duct tape was wrapped around her abdomen and over her breasts, holding her to the back of the chair. Likewise, her arms were tied to the arms of the chair.
- Nice view to wake up to, eh? Said Terry.
- Ymmph. Mike answered.
Emma softly giggled behind her clear tape gag, blushing slightly.
- Though I woudn’t mind waking up to ya either Mikey.
As Terry said that, she took a big whiff of the sole of his right foot, and then planted a long wet kiss on the ball. Following this, the slender girl stood up, walked around the chair-tied Emma, kneeled next to Mike’s face, and started to caress his taped lips with her fingers.
- You’ve only been asleep for about ten minutes. Feel ok?
He nodded. It might have been a small break, but it did him wonders. He was ready to continue his exhilarating journey into Terry and Emma’s world of tickling and foot play.
- Happy to hear it. In fact, you can’t believe how happy you’ve made me today Mike. First the movie talk, and then, this…
A meaty right foot suddenly appeared on Terry’s shoulder, waving around enthusiastically.
- Tmmpphh mmpphh. Tcmmphh mmupphh. Emma said.
- Seems like someone’s getting a bit impatient. Come on Mike, sit up and take her other foot in your hands.
Mike did so quickly. Terry sat next to him. The way each of them were holding Emma’s feet spread her legs apart, and she took the opportunity to put her pale feet on the chair’s free spot. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and the balls and toes of her right foot were faintly touching her curvy friend’s groin. Terry then used a couple of fingers to trace lightly, almost imperceptibly the sole of her foot, making it slightly shiver.
- This… she loves this. Any harder would be too much for her. Come on.
Mike followed Terry’s lead, using two fingers for the sole and one to scratch her toes. He could see their bound friend looking somewhat uneasy, clenching one fist then the other.
- I hope you’re not too disappointed Mike, anything more would cause her pain, and I don’t want to do that.
- Npphh! Emma said, shaking her head.
- It’s ok honey, we’ll be good to you, I know how… sensitive you are. Mike won’t abuse your trust. All will be good. We won’t go any harder than this for your own… good.
- Plmmmmphh! Hmmmpphhrrr! Hmmmpphhrrr! Mkmmpph!
Emma was desperately shaking her head, her pleas muffled behind her gag. However, the dark haired boy understood what she wanted. She was already well acquainted with the electric sensation produced by the stimulation of ticklish flesh, and she desired it. She was craving their tickling touch. He went ahead, plunged his nails inside her arch, and tickled it furiously. Emma held the chair’s arms as she stretched her body as much as she could. Her eyes were rolling at the back of her head.
- MmmmpPPPHHHHmmmHHppppHHHHHH!!
Mike was encouraged by her powerful muffled laughter. He swiftly raked the ball of her foot while holding her toes back.
- Now we’re talking. Terry said, grinning.
She giddily put all of Emma’s plump toes in her mouth, taking great care to lather them with her tongue. She was also caressing her heel and gently rubbing Emma’s groin with her foot.
Emma’s mind was experiencing a beautiful confusion. On one hand, Mike was digging deeply into her sole. His nails exploring every wrinkle on their path, sending her in a ticklish frenzy. On the other hand, Terry’s warm tongue around her toes and adventurous foot on her nether regions were making her hot and bothered. However, she knew that Terry was only just starting. This game of theirs has been going on for years, and she considered her feet to belong to Terry more than herself. Emma let out a loud moan.
- You likin’ this my sweet?
- Ymmmpphh!
- Mikey, take a moment to check her foot. Truly check it.
Terry held the foot high, and close to her face. The young man followed suit.
- Look at how smooth the skin is. Feel it. Admire all the tiny wrinkles on the arch. And love how BIG they are. It gives us so much more space to play with. I live for those large, thick and sensitive size 11.
Terry hungrily covered Emma’s sole with her tongue, sucking and licking every inch of it like her life depended on it. She took hold of her friend’s toes and licked in between her toes. Emma’s body was stretching as far as her bonds would allow, screaming her pleasure from behind her gag. Mike was transfixed by Terry’s passionate display. He was envious of Terry. Envious of the way she could taste the plump toes and the smooth heel. Envious of the way she could not only savour the soft skin of her arch but the sweet aroma too. It must be a winning combo Mike thought. However, he had accepted to be gagged and the girls clearly liked him as he was. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint them.
With lightning fast reflex, Terry scooped up Mike’s left foot and did a long amorous lick from the bottom of his heel to the tip of his toes. Tingles traced the surprised teen’s spine forcing a muffled moan out of his lips. The pale girl then put her friends’ big toes in her mouth, rolling her tongue around them then lightly gnawing them with her pearly whites. This elicited some chuckles from Emma and Mike.
- Ya know, Emma’s other foot needs some attention too. She said between mouthfuls of feet.
Emma agreed, waving her foot around Mike’s grasp. The young man focused as much of he could on her foot. He held her toes in one hand and spider tickled the tender skin just under the toes.
- Mmmppphhhmmmpphhh!
- Yes girly, you’re trapped!
Terry started to rapidly bite Emma’s toes and the sides of her foot. The bound woman’s body was quivering with pleasure and laughter. The young beauty didn’t want to stop squirming. She relished the sensation of Terry’s toes poking and prodding her thighs, and Mike’s nails tracing the top of her foot. For Emma, ticklish laughter was the purest form of happiness. She let out a muffled squeal as both her friends dug in her insteps. They took their time, carefully exploring every crevices to elicit the biggest possible response from Emma. She was writhing, the tape holding her bending a bit, but still holding her firm. Mike had never seen such beauty in his life. Emma was tall, curvaceous and delicate, but now, she was a prisoner of tortuous ecstasy. He was aroused by her willingness to offer her ticklish flesh to Terry and him. Seduced by her the desperate need of her body to be tickled. The sounds of her muffled laughter was the sweetest music he had ever heard, and he never wanted the song to end.
*****
6:15 pm
As Mike’s middle fingers were zigzagging the length of Emma’s foot Terry put her hand on his.
- Emma’s mom’s gonna be here soon. Time to tidy up.
Mike stopped with reluctance, but not resistance. Terry gave the boy’s sole one last warm and wet kiss before standing up. He sat silently waiting, and Emma took the opportunity to rub his chest with her feet. He looked at her, deciphering the smile behind her gag.
- Now, now, come over here and help me out.
Terry had come back with a couple pair of scissors. They carefully cut through Emma’s bonds, freeing here from the chair. She stretched her body, but did not attempt to remove her gag. Terry came next to him.
- As much as I like your look, I’ll have to take my shoe back.
She approached him and gently cut the tape holding the black flat, but the not the one sealing his lips. The fresh air seemed dull to him, but he knew that he would have to get used to it. One cannot spent is whole life with a woman’s shoe taped to his face. Emma gave him his shirt and hoodie, but before he could put them on, she held him in a comfortable embrace and kissed him. She was rubbing her taped lips on his, moaning all the while. She pulled back, only for his chin to be snatched by Terry’s grasp. She kissed him with such vigor, that it pursed his wrapped lips.
- Ya got a nice kisser. Now let’s put your clothes on. She said with a twinkle in her eye.
Terry took his clothes from him and gave the hoodie to Emma. She then lifted his arms and put on his grey t-shirt for him tracing her nails alongside his arms and ribs chilling him to the bone. Emma did the same for his white hoodie. After this, the girls each took one of his hands and guided him upstairs to the entrance hall. They helped him sit in the living room stairs and each took one of his black sneakers. Then like the Prince did with Cinderella, they slipped his shoes over his bare feet and laced them for him, but not before grazing his soles one last time. After helping him up, Emma hugged him tightly, rubbed her cheek against his and went down the stairs waving goodbye. Terry tapped his lips with a finger.
- You keep her socks. She keeps your socks.
She put his hood up, slipped on her flats and opened the door. She turned to him, holding her hand up.
- Emma’s gonna finish cleaning before her mom comes. Want me to walk ya home?
It seems that Terry was not interested in ungagging him. The sun was setting outside, and with his hood up and transparent tape it would be harder for a passerby to take note of his curious predicament. However, being found out would be rather humiliating, especially since he just moved in the neighbourhood. One look at Terry’s cheeky smile and he took the leap.
*****
6:50 pm
They had a delightful walk. The young woman never let go of his hand or arm and entertained him with stories of Emma’s bound and ticklish body. He was completely charmed by her fiery disposition. A few cars had passed by them, but none seemed to realize Mike’s predicament. As he reached the front lawn of his house, Mike wished that his afternoon with the girls would just loop endlessly like Groundhog Day. That as soon as his foot touched the grass he would propelled back to the floor of Emma’s entrance hall, with Terry’s feet on his face and the girls nails skittering on his soles.
- Here we are. I dunno about ya, but I’ve spent a wonderful day.
- Mpphh. Michael muffled in approval.
Terry grinned. She held Mike’s face in her hands and pecked him on the cheek. With a long nail, she cut through part of the tape wrapped around his face.
- See ya tomorrow.
She winked and turned away.
Michael Tanner slowly unwrapped the tape that forced his silence for the past two and a half hours. He spat Emma’s white ankle socks out in his hand and rubbed his jaw. He rolled the socks around in his hand and put them in his pocket. He smiled contently as he opened his front door.
The end.
5:30 pm
Michael Tanner regained consciousness, but kept his eyes closed. He had dozed off as his friends Emma Delgado and Terry Carmichael laid him on the couch of Emma’s basement, placing his head on a pillow. One could hardly blame him after the girls spent a full hour tickling every inch of his body, with a pointed preference for his sensitive feet. His mouth was dry from Emma’ sock trapped in there by the clear tape still wrapped around his lips. He was not bothered by the gag nor Terry’s black ballet flat also taped over his nose and mouth. His tortuous ordeal made him fall in love with the aroma of her slender feet, and he took a deep breath. He could feel two large hot spots rubbing his abdomen. His left leg was over someone’s lap and his foot was massaged. His right leg was held up somehow and he felt a warm wetness around his big toe.
He opened his eyes. Two meaty tanned feet (that Mike easily recognized as Emma’s) were rubbing his bare tummy. Mike was now aware that the girls had taken the liberty of taking off his hoodie and t-shirt after he fell asleep. The mystery of his missing clothes was short-lived as he could see that Terry had used his hoodie as a makeshift sling to hold his foot up. This allowed her mouth easy access to his foot. She was firmly sucking and rolling her tongue around his big toe. Her hands were rubbing his foot. Mike found Terry’s particular care of his feet quite pleasing, and let out a soft moan while turning his head.
The young man let out a muffled gasp. He was taken aback by the sight of curvy Emma’s body, tightly bound to a chair. Grey duct tape was wrapped around her abdomen and over her breasts, holding her to the back of the chair. Likewise, her arms were tied to the arms of the chair.
- Nice view to wake up to, eh? Said Terry.
- Ymmph. Mike answered.
Emma softly giggled behind her clear tape gag, blushing slightly.
- Though I woudn’t mind waking up to ya either Mikey.
As Terry said that, she took a big whiff of the sole of his right foot, and then planted a long wet kiss on the ball. Following this, the slender girl stood up, walked around the chair-tied Emma, kneeled next to Mike’s face, and started to caress his taped lips with her fingers.
- You’ve only been asleep for about ten minutes. Feel ok?
He nodded. It might have been a small break, but it did him wonders. He was ready to continue his exhilarating journey into Terry and Emma’s world of tickling and foot play.
- Happy to hear it. In fact, you can’t believe how happy you’ve made me today Mike. First the movie talk, and then, this…
A meaty right foot suddenly appeared on Terry’s shoulder, waving around enthusiastically.
- Tmmpphh mmpphh. Tcmmphh mmupphh. Emma said.
- Seems like someone’s getting a bit impatient. Come on Mike, sit up and take her other foot in your hands.
Mike did so quickly. Terry sat next to him. The way each of them were holding Emma’s feet spread her legs apart, and she took the opportunity to put her pale feet on the chair’s free spot. Her feet were crossed at the ankles and the balls and toes of her right foot were faintly touching her curvy friend’s groin. Terry then used a couple of fingers to trace lightly, almost imperceptibly the sole of her foot, making it slightly shiver.
- This… she loves this. Any harder would be too much for her. Come on.
Mike followed Terry’s lead, using two fingers for the sole and one to scratch her toes. He could see their bound friend looking somewhat uneasy, clenching one fist then the other.
- I hope you’re not too disappointed Mike, anything more would cause her pain, and I don’t want to do that.
- Npphh! Emma said, shaking her head.
- It’s ok honey, we’ll be good to you, I know how… sensitive you are. Mike won’t abuse your trust. All will be good. We won’t go any harder than this for your own… good.
- Plmmmmphh! Hmmmpphhrrr! Hmmmpphhrrr! Mkmmpph!
Emma was desperately shaking her head, her pleas muffled behind her gag. However, the dark haired boy understood what she wanted. She was already well acquainted with the electric sensation produced by the stimulation of ticklish flesh, and she desired it. She was craving their tickling touch. He went ahead, plunged his nails inside her arch, and tickled it furiously. Emma held the chair’s arms as she stretched her body as much as she could. Her eyes were rolling at the back of her head.
- MmmmpPPPHHHHmmmHHppppHHHHHH!!
Mike was encouraged by her powerful muffled laughter. He swiftly raked the ball of her foot while holding her toes back.
- Now we’re talking. Terry said, grinning.
She giddily put all of Emma’s plump toes in her mouth, taking great care to lather them with her tongue. She was also caressing her heel and gently rubbing Emma’s groin with her foot.
Emma’s mind was experiencing a beautiful confusion. On one hand, Mike was digging deeply into her sole. His nails exploring every wrinkle on their path, sending her in a ticklish frenzy. On the other hand, Terry’s warm tongue around her toes and adventurous foot on her nether regions were making her hot and bothered. However, she knew that Terry was only just starting. This game of theirs has been going on for years, and she considered her feet to belong to Terry more than herself. Emma let out a loud moan.
- You likin’ this my sweet?
- Ymmmpphh!
- Mikey, take a moment to check her foot. Truly check it.
Terry held the foot high, and close to her face. The young man followed suit.
- Look at how smooth the skin is. Feel it. Admire all the tiny wrinkles on the arch. And love how BIG they are. It gives us so much more space to play with. I live for those large, thick and sensitive size 11.
Terry hungrily covered Emma’s sole with her tongue, sucking and licking every inch of it like her life depended on it. She took hold of her friend’s toes and licked in between her toes. Emma’s body was stretching as far as her bonds would allow, screaming her pleasure from behind her gag. Mike was transfixed by Terry’s passionate display. He was envious of Terry. Envious of the way she could taste the plump toes and the smooth heel. Envious of the way she could not only savour the soft skin of her arch but the sweet aroma too. It must be a winning combo Mike thought. However, he had accepted to be gagged and the girls clearly liked him as he was. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint them.
With lightning fast reflex, Terry scooped up Mike’s left foot and did a long amorous lick from the bottom of his heel to the tip of his toes. Tingles traced the surprised teen’s spine forcing a muffled moan out of his lips. The pale girl then put her friends’ big toes in her mouth, rolling her tongue around them then lightly gnawing them with her pearly whites. This elicited some chuckles from Emma and Mike.
- Ya know, Emma’s other foot needs some attention too. She said between mouthfuls of feet.
Emma agreed, waving her foot around Mike’s grasp. The young man focused as much of he could on her foot. He held her toes in one hand and spider tickled the tender skin just under the toes.
- Mmmppphhhmmmpphhh!
- Yes girly, you’re trapped!
Terry started to rapidly bite Emma’s toes and the sides of her foot. The bound woman’s body was quivering with pleasure and laughter. The young beauty didn’t want to stop squirming. She relished the sensation of Terry’s toes poking and prodding her thighs, and Mike’s nails tracing the top of her foot. For Emma, ticklish laughter was the purest form of happiness. She let out a muffled squeal as both her friends dug in her insteps. They took their time, carefully exploring every crevices to elicit the biggest possible response from Emma. She was writhing, the tape holding her bending a bit, but still holding her firm. Mike had never seen such beauty in his life. Emma was tall, curvaceous and delicate, but now, she was a prisoner of tortuous ecstasy. He was aroused by her willingness to offer her ticklish flesh to Terry and him. Seduced by her the desperate need of her body to be tickled. The sounds of her muffled laughter was the sweetest music he had ever heard, and he never wanted the song to end.
*****
6:15 pm
As Mike’s middle fingers were zigzagging the length of Emma’s foot Terry put her hand on his.
- Emma’s mom’s gonna be here soon. Time to tidy up.
Mike stopped with reluctance, but not resistance. Terry gave the boy’s sole one last warm and wet kiss before standing up. He sat silently waiting, and Emma took the opportunity to rub his chest with her feet. He looked at her, deciphering the smile behind her gag.
- Now, now, come over here and help me out.
Terry had come back with a couple pair of scissors. They carefully cut through Emma’s bonds, freeing here from the chair. She stretched her body, but did not attempt to remove her gag. Terry came next to him.
- As much as I like your look, I’ll have to take my shoe back.
She approached him and gently cut the tape holding the black flat, but the not the one sealing his lips. The fresh air seemed dull to him, but he knew that he would have to get used to it. One cannot spent is whole life with a woman’s shoe taped to his face. Emma gave him his shirt and hoodie, but before he could put them on, she held him in a comfortable embrace and kissed him. She was rubbing her taped lips on his, moaning all the while. She pulled back, only for his chin to be snatched by Terry’s grasp. She kissed him with such vigor, that it pursed his wrapped lips.
- Ya got a nice kisser. Now let’s put your clothes on. She said with a twinkle in her eye.
Terry took his clothes from him and gave the hoodie to Emma. She then lifted his arms and put on his grey t-shirt for him tracing her nails alongside his arms and ribs chilling him to the bone. Emma did the same for his white hoodie. After this, the girls each took one of his hands and guided him upstairs to the entrance hall. They helped him sit in the living room stairs and each took one of his black sneakers. Then like the Prince did with Cinderella, they slipped his shoes over his bare feet and laced them for him, but not before grazing his soles one last time. After helping him up, Emma hugged him tightly, rubbed her cheek against his and went down the stairs waving goodbye. Terry tapped his lips with a finger.
- You keep her socks. She keeps your socks.
She put his hood up, slipped on her flats and opened the door. She turned to him, holding her hand up.
- Emma’s gonna finish cleaning before her mom comes. Want me to walk ya home?
It seems that Terry was not interested in ungagging him. The sun was setting outside, and with his hood up and transparent tape it would be harder for a passerby to take note of his curious predicament. However, being found out would be rather humiliating, especially since he just moved in the neighbourhood. One look at Terry’s cheeky smile and he took the leap.
*****
6:50 pm
They had a delightful walk. The young woman never let go of his hand or arm and entertained him with stories of Emma’s bound and ticklish body. He was completely charmed by her fiery disposition. A few cars had passed by them, but none seemed to realize Mike’s predicament. As he reached the front lawn of his house, Mike wished that his afternoon with the girls would just loop endlessly like Groundhog Day. That as soon as his foot touched the grass he would propelled back to the floor of Emma’s entrance hall, with Terry’s feet on his face and the girls nails skittering on his soles.
- Here we are. I dunno about ya, but I’ve spent a wonderful day.
- Mpphh. Michael muffled in approval.
Terry grinned. She held Mike’s face in her hands and pecked him on the cheek. With a long nail, she cut through part of the tape wrapped around his face.
- See ya tomorrow.
She winked and turned away.
Michael Tanner slowly unwrapped the tape that forced his silence for the past two and a half hours. He spat Emma’s white ankle socks out in his hand and rubbed his jaw. He rolled the socks around in his hand and put them in his pocket. He smiled contently as he opened his front door.
The end.
