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The Breaking of Dear Miss Yuna - M/F feet

ElFewja

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Non con themes and kidnapping, just an fyi.

The Breaking of Dear Miss Yuna

The Rocky Hellscape of Desires, Fantasies and Nightmares

Chapter 1

A rumble crackled in the distance like the vicious gossip of two women on the other side of the party. The horizon pulsed a toxic, throbbing purple, giving the far off mountains an otherworldly aura before fizzling back into the blackened haze that cast her into shadow. Around her she heard the click of her heels against the pavement echo hauntingly through a copse of marauding trees, their limbs spitting shadows along the crackled sidewalk that reached out for her, pawing at her glossy black shoes as though to whisk them away from her. Stepping over them, she kept her eyes level, locked straight ahead of her, as she inhaled in the thick, moist air that wrapped around her like rope.

Somewhere out of sight she heard the sputtering of a motor at an ill-rest but the pace of her footfalls drowned it out. Several feet ahead of her she caught a glimmer of light flash then buzz away at the end of the sidewalk. Striding around the puddle, she glimpsed the dark mirror and its imitation of the noxious, whirling mass above her. A glint caught her eye as the ruby polish of her exposed toes beamed back the radiant light from down the corner while the wet grass slurped at the open ends of her heels, stroking at the edges of her right foot. With a light gasp she slowed, breathing in the cool, damp touch of the grass as it flicked over a wrinkle. Stopping, she closed her eyes, wiggling her hips as the pointed edge of her right heel dipped into the sludge-like mud beneath her.

A thick, oily hand seemed to wrap around her heart while the edges of her lips coiled ever skyward as she wiggled her shoe, feeling it lock in place in the softened dirt. Letting out a thin sheet of air, she squirmed her foot, feeling the straps that held her firmly in place pull tightly against her while the straps at her ankles stretched downward and her heel lifted gently upward, away from her shoe. A low, wicked wind blustered from the trees, bustling at her knee high tartan skirt and sending the branches clattering and their shadows rolling out towards her. Curling her toes, she felt the cool air circle around them and let out a gasp as she imagined the wicked intentions of the trees that taunted her toes, bound by the shoe stuck in the mud. A twig snapped behind her and her eyes darted open, her head spinning backward so quickly that her hair slashed spikes into her shoulder. Her heart leapt within her chest and she brought a hand above her breasts, trimming her knuckles along the ruffled ends of her stark ivory blouse. Sweeping higher, she rested the bridge of her thumb above the opening of her shirt, then balled her fingers into a fist and rapped her knuckles against her exposed collar bone as she scoured the coiling mists. The darkness stood still and she exhaled steamy relief, turning ahead.

An umbral phantom sped around her, spinning behind her and in an instant she felt a warmth wrap around her biceps. Inhaling in a gasp, she dropped her jaw to scream and immediately cloth tugged into her teeth, dousing her cry before it even began. Steely heat wrapped around her and she lifted away from the ground, hoisted upward and spun about in the air before being flung over the girder-like shoulder of a lean, tall individual garbed in night colored attire. She beat at his backside and flailed about, yet his iron grip fastened her to him. As her eyes flit about, she caught sight of a stark pearl-colored van humming with energy. The handle clicked and she fell inside, thumping along the seat while a flash of white struck towards her. In a second she felt herself rolled onto her stomach while a velvety touch tugged her wrists together. Letting out a muffled “Mmmph!” in an attempt to cry for help, she reeled backwards onto her knees just in time to feel a warm caress followed by the silken kiss of rope around her ankles. The car shifted as a weight lifted away, and she shimmied about, losing her balance and thudding against the soft seat. Metal ground against a rail, and as she sat up the door clicked shut. Another thump came from the front of the vehicle and behind a faux wooden wall. Rubber squealed beneath her and she rolled back as the vehicle took off into the night.
 
Chapter 2

A tink came from above her and she sat up, clicking her heels against the floor as she straightened herself. The car lurched to the right and she leaned off to her left, her fingers wiggling behind her as she shrugged her shoulders, her wrists gnawing at the rope that bound her. With a quick series of inhales she attempted to calm the fluttering wave of heat within her as sweat beaded hotly against the bridge of her nose. Through the tinted window she watched as sturdy houses grew less and less frequent, giving way to tall trees that obscured her vision. Above, another plink came, then another and another as the clouds began drumming along the top of the van.

Taking in a deep breath, she edged towards the side of the vehicle, leaning into it and staring out the window as her eyes fluttered to a squint. All around her she saw varying shades of darkness that threatened to engulf her. Scrunching her shoulders together, she batted away the thought, calming her breath as she focused on conserving her energy. A quick glance at the door revealed the lock tucked downward. The van leaned back as it began an incline while easing to the left, then the right.

The soothing sound of rain drilled through her, distilling her pent up frustrations just as the trees gave way. A grand view of the valley and its distant, twinkling lights among a sea of swaying shadow rolled out before her then fell away again as a thick fence of trees obscured the vista. Droplets formed along the window, hanging for a moment before slowly streaking, gathering tiny beads to their causes and catching speed, racing down to the end of the glass while several more lined up at the top to trail afterwards. Again and again the rain raced to the bottom of her window while time crawled deathly slow yet far too quickly. The vehicle turned, and the smooth asphalt gave way to gravel, the tires grinding their way ever upward.

Shivering, she stared into the abyss, catching a distant, flickering light that weaved in and out of the trees, growing ever nearer while the van painstakingly slowed. The amber orb bobbed into view, swaying within its hazy orb of radiance. Noxious light ran down the wood planks of a wall, revealing little while dampening out vision of anything beyond the aura. Suddenly the vehicle careened to the right, then crunched to a stops Her heart shook, and she felt her arms tremble as she began fidgeting with her wrists. Around her she felt the car quake as a door slammed shut, and then the lock on the sliding door lifted, her only protection fading with a click.

Cool mist rolled through the automobile, spilling across the floor as the door slid open, revealing a figure garbed in shadow. As she shifted forward, a brilliant, sparkling aurora ran down his muscular features and around the rim of the black sweater's neck giving him a regal glow. Light flicked across his eyes, giving them a sinister glow while the damp cloth of a black ski mask obscured his features. Pushing herself back, she kicked her ankles underneath her and squished into the window behind her, trembling as he stepped upward into the van, taking simple strides towards her. Bucking into the wall, she flipped her head and glanced around for escape while tugging wildly at her wrists as he leaned downward.

In a smooth scoop she sailed upward, then flopped over his shoulder. With a spin of his heel he swept out of the vehicle, the cool moist air pressing into her, groping at her. Goosebumps formed along her neck as she weakly kicked at him with the tops of her feet while swaying back and forth in his vice grip. Unburdened by her struggle, his steps crunched ahead, the van door slamming shut behind him as they entered the blinding light. As she blinked, she heard metal click against metal, and then a hinge creaked. As though flying through the air, she felt herself descend, the sweet smell of earth rushing towards her as they fell downward, step by step, into darkness. The man swayed and she spun about, facing the wooden planks of the stairwell momentarily while the metal hinges cried out in pain. With a woosh and then a click, the light from outside faded and the abyss gobbled her up.
 
Chapter 3

A whimper trembled within her throat as she scoured the darkness, her sight sparking off the glint of cloud drowned moonlight on metal. In a few terrifying seconds her captor thumped down the last step, striding ahead. The scent of dust and mildew stroked at her nose as she glided through the air, her eye catching on a dark, ominous sheen. She felt him shift and she bounced upward, rolling onto her shoulder in the air. A tug came at her wrists and she felt the silky rope slip away, freeing her arms to flap to her sides as she thumped against a firm cushion of leather.

Digging her fingernails into the cushions of the chaise, she pushed herself away from the raised end only to have a light warmth tap at her shoulders and press her back into the back of the therapist couch. Her captor clicked his tongue twice and his shadowy visage eclipsed of her. Gears ground and clanked beneath her, and she suddenly felt a soft but heavy pressure push into her shoulders, forcing her downward, her body slipping into a lowered groove cut into the leather that matched her torso. On either side, she saw two wide, padded claws pressing into the space beneath her shoulders, pinning her down. As she struggled with her shoulders, she felt a tender heat touch her right wrist just before it slid into another groove. The slap of leather resounded, and she felt a padded tightness press her wrist downward.

She felt her eyes grow deathly wide as she squirmed back and forth in the seat, her left arm instinctively snatching towards her right wrist as she pressed the bottoms of her shoes into the padding. Again he tutted, parrying her wrist in an instant and gently touching it down to her side in another small hovel before latching it in place. Pulling her legs back, she swayed back and forth, thrusting her torso upward as his steps solemnly drifted away from her. A voice like chilled, icy pebbles skipping across a pond reached out to her. "I've waited a long time for this."

A muffled scream rolled within her throat, muzzled by the cloth gag and the sound of her body slapping against the faux bed that she so readily fit into. A chuckle like a waterfall met her scream. The crackle of flint striking against steel snapped at her, silencing her into submission, and she watched several blazing sparks flare against a wall before a grumble of fire smoldered into crimson existence. Bending her knees and pulling her feet near her, she slid one over top of the other as she shrieked, the firelight casting wild shadows around her. As he moved, the light rolled over her, revealing the maroon color of the raised chaise she rested upon before winking out of existence as the torch drifted below her, sending spiked shadows along the ceiling.

Unable to turn away, her eyes crawled along with the torch, and she watched as the man stepped across the room. In a brief spurt of motion he reached up, tugging away the cloth that hid his face. Darkness ran up his jawline, granting him a mask of shadow, but the flames danced within his dark, menacing eyes. Raising the torch, he lit a brick wall alive, then held the flame over another shaft of wood hanging along the wall. A new flame smoked into existence, casting a golden glow over her. Wincing away, she slowly blinked, feeling her eyes adjust to the light.

As he strode behind her she took in the metal cart near her. A sooty black cloth rested on top, hiding away several bulging objects beneath it. Her breathing quickened and she began to fidget again, her eyes unable to peel away from the unknown devices that lay in wait to torture her. A puff came from behind her and more light spilled over top of her, clearly revealing the device she rested upon. The shining maroon leather bowed in and outward in the shape of human limbs, and at the end she saw two grooves lower than the rest just below a line that cut deeply into the leather. Flinching her legs further back, she heard his steps again, his footfalls thumping against the cement floor.

His glossy black hair glistened in the light of the rambunctious flames as he neared the last torch, tapping at it and lighting it before spinning towards the wall sconce by the door. In a smooth motion he set the torch down, then pawed at the door, commanding it to slowly creak shut as he turned to face her. As the wood ached and groaned in its hinges, her eyes quickly spun about the various pieces of furniture in the room. In the corner a large wooden x-frame, its smooth, stained boards cackling back at her. She shivered, noting the size and the location of the manacles as she imagined how well she would fit into that device. Her eyes flit to her left and she saw a table like structure with two narrow, padded holes far to one end. A crease ran through the center of the holes, and at each end of the table twin bolts secured the boards that held the upper half to the bottom. Curved leather with grooves similar to the ones in the chaise she rested on ran over the top, and below the table ran a cushioned, v shaped wedge. Nearer the side opposite the holes, the legs were wider and several lengths of rope lay scattered across the floor. She could see herself laying there on her stomach, her legs hooked through the table and her feet bound behind her. Then, in the corner a pole and a simple cushion, with shimmering white rope dangling from the ceiling and a likewise colored bundle huddled on the opposite side. Her breathing quickened and the door cracked shut, calling her attention.

There, on the back of the door, she saw herself wincing in the chair, light glinting across the mirror. The man fidgeted to its left, plastic clicking as he secured a small device to a tripod that had not been there before. As he stepped away, a red light blinked back at her from the camera that rested at an angle. He adjusted the angle, tilting it down towards her, then nodded as he spun on his heels, sweeping towards her.

Pushing back with her raised heels, she felt the bottoms of her shoes slip against the leather as she slumped towards him before balling up again and pushing away. Again he chuckled as he stepped to her left side, gently setting his hands on either side of her torso as he corrected her position, letting her body slip into the groove that fit her shape too perfectly. A crack of thunder, and a strip of leather ran over her hips before fastening against the table. "It took a long time to gather all of the data and make these devices, you know," he said coolly, his words splashing against her like a stream in winter. Running his finger tips up her stomach, she twitched and turned her head away as his finger borrowed the touch of her cloth, applying a feather like quality to her skin that itched ever so lightly. His hand drifted down her rib-cage and she bit back a squeal just as the sound of another length of leather slapped against the table. In a quick motion he ran the belt like appendage over her lower ribs and she felt herself pushed downward, secured in place before metal clicked to her right.

"It had to be perfect," he said, his hands dipping into shadow at her arm. She felt him move her hand a little into an imprint that matched her palm, and then he touched at her knuckles, spreading them out. A string slithered over her first finger, just above the knuckle. Her breath rose and fell, shaking as he strapped her fingers downward, "Absolutely perfect, tailored just for you at this moment." Another string snapped and she felt her hand become immobile. "But I had to wait so very long." Leather ripped at the chair and she watched as he wrapped a band around her elbow.

The biting sound of leather echoed again, and she felt her bicep secured to the pad. As he stepped away, his face beaming delight at her through the mirror, she fidgeted with her arm, her muscles barely budging between the bindings and the comfortable grooves of the leather. A tug came at her right hand and she whimpered, feeling it slowly succumb to the strings. An instant later she felt the nibble of leather at her elbow, then her bicep. A sob crumpled within her neck and he clicked his tongue, reaching up and casting her into darkness as he brushed her hair from her face. With his index and middle fingers pressed into her temples, she felt her head nudged a little to the side, then set into a crevice behind her. “I worked on this for months, planning every little detail.” The thunder snap of leather whipped at her ears, and she felt the touch of it press into her forehead before a metal click announced its domination over her.

Her heart leapt within her chest and pounded in her ears as he stepped to the far side of the table. Easing back slightly, she inhaled deeply, feeling her form sink within the chaise, soothing comfort needling at her sides. A slow blink creased her eyes as she inhaled deeply while sinking further into the chair, her shoulders relaxing as she slid into the soft device. Warm tightness gripped around her ankles and she snapped awake, her hips twitching and her feet pointing outward as she attempted to tug her feet free of his steely grip. He effortlessly stretched her legs outward, her knees trembling as he set her feet side by side at the far end of the table. Swiping one hand away, he slipped his free hand over both of her ankles, pressing them down with two fingers each as she twitched and pulled, unable to free herself.

Wood clonked against the cement beneath her and in an instant she saw him heft up a wide, thick piece of wood with two padded half circles trimmed into it. Twisting her knees, she pointed her toes towards the wall and tugged, his vice grip biting into her bones before slipping up her ankles, a half foot below her knees. The wood ticked against the chair and she felt the holes push her ankles slightly apart as the padding hugged her into the table. As the wood sank further downward, she saw her ruby nails glittered just above the board as metal thunks announced her immobility.

"I waited so long for this," he said, a smile creasing his face as his words sizzled against the cement like venom. Reaching just below her knees, he brushed against the table, pulling a strap over her left leg and securing it at the center. "I'm not sure if you remember," he said before locking his eyes with hers, "You used to have this image of yourself up. You were sitting barefoot on a couch, your soles just... so brazenly displayed for the camera. You were so god damn beautiful in that picture, and your feet, absolute perfection." Leather rippled over her right leg, below her knee, then clicked over her. "That's when I knew that, no matter what, I would have to tickle them until you shattered like glass."

Reaching above her knee, he pulled another strap of leather from the side of the chair. "One of your posts, you said, ah, what was it. You love scenes where you're kidnapped and your feet are trapped, mercilessly tickled." She felt the tightness of the leather pin her leg to the board, then his hand fluttered over her before calling out another winding bout of leather. Her heart bounced and trembled, her whole body shivering within the chair, the leather creaking around her. "So I made all of this, waiting for a day where you had just gotten a pedicure, where you were alone in the dark." He stood straight, walking to the front of the the table. Behind him, in the mirror, she looked at herself, bound helplessly to the chair. As he set his palms against the bottoms of her shoes, he smiled broadly, "I've waited a long time for this," he said, his words glowing brightly as his fingers scraped up the bottoms of her shoes, over her gleaming toes and towards the straps at her ankles.

The light plink of metal echoed loudly, scraping against her soul, and the strap grew light against her. His hands shifted, and she felt a light pressure at her right ankle, then another tink that shook her very being as the straps slipped away, hanging limply. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the straps away, and she felt the pressure of her shoes ease up. "Nobody knows you're here," he said, tapping at the raised heels of her shoes before pinching them, "Nobody will come to save you." Her shoes eased back and she felt a breath of cool air circle her heels and run up her arches. Very slowly, he pulled her shoes upward, baring her soles to the mirror behind her. She watched, her eyes shaking as he slipped them off and set them on the side of the board nearer to her so that her fallen comrades were painfully visible to her, while in the mirror she saw her naked, exposed soles. Curling her eyes, she watched as wrinkles ran up her feet as she twisted them back and forth mere inches. He spoke, and she felt his eyes drill into hers, pulling her full attention as they grated against the core of her being, "And I am going to tickle your feet so badly.” He stopped, his lips parting as he drew in a deep breath, the ends of his lips twitching as evil slithered across his eyes, “that I will truly and completely break you.” For a moment he paused, slowly rubbing the tip of his thumb over his middle finger before flashing a wolfish grin. “I'm going to give you everything you thought you wanted and leave you to a fate you cannot possibly imagine."
 
Chapter 4

With a tilt of his head he leaned off to his right as he raised his arms from his sides and set his hands on his hips. "Well, down to business then, yeah?" A wide grin popped on his face as the pale torchlight flickered over it, stroking his features with ever-changing shadow. Lifting his hand, he patted at the wood, a soft cloud of dust puffing upward then outward as she trembled in place to the tune of his touch. In a smooth motion his hand slipped over the underside, and in the mirror she saw him flip the back of his hand towards her, extending the back of his middle finger towards her sole. Clenching her toes, she pointed them outward, brushing her second toe against his hand as she batted her foot back and forth.

The back of his nail struck just beneath the ball of her foot, swiping down the middle and around the edge of her arch. Letting out a squeak, she fidgeted in place, her finger nails fluttering against the indents that held them while her toes bounced backward and her foot flailed in place. He chuckled, shifting his weight and removing his hand from his hip. Taking in an inhale as though he stood on the outskirts of a lake on a crisp fall morning, she watched as he flipped both of his hands just beneath her heels and wiggled his fingers. "Tickling helpless feet simply is the best, wouldn't you say?"

Even before the words finished falling, she felt his fingers strike upwards, slowly stroking against her flesh. Squirming in place, she watched his fingers flirt with her soles as light giggles seeped through her gag, tinking onto the cement floor. "I'm glad you agree!" he said passionately as he rubbed up and down both of her fretting feet, his fingers splayed across them so that his pinkies crossed the outer edges while his index leapt down and up her arch. The two in the middle waggled back and forth, leaving thin little stripes as he neared the balls of her feet.

As she swung her hips into the leather binding, she flapped her feet back and forth, desperate to fling his hands from her as she regaled him with a silent serenade. Flipping his hands over, he brashly swiped downward against both soles, then dashed the back nails of his right hand sideways over her left foot before wrapping his fingers around the back of her foot, pulling it backward with a pinch. Her glittering ruby nails reeled backward as he forced her foot up. Raising his hand to his chest, he plunged downward, his fingers curled like a claw.

Her heart pounced within her chest and little lilting screams eked through the cloth that held her mouth shut as she wiggled upon the chaise. Unable to look away, she watched her foot in the mirror as he stood clear of it, his long fingers extended, sweeping up and down the center of her wrinkled flesh like a brush. A smirk wept across his lips as he railed his fingers, slowly swiping up and down as she writhed about. "Your skin is so soft," he said, chuckling a low, river like laugh, "Good pedicure. Hope you don't regret it." Pausing, his lips twitched and his eyes shot upward while his face continued to point downward. An insidious light glinted off of them. "Oh, let's be honest. I do hope you regret it." Curving his fingers inward, he burrowed into her defenseless flesh, scratching with all of his finger tips at once, his pinky striking inward from the central edge of her foot while his middle two fingers scratched lightly at her arch and his index nuzzled against the ball of her foot.

Bucking within her bonds, she let out powdery giggles as the monster unleashed a rampage upon her foot. For long seconds he lingered, rubbing at her, stroking her flesh, and though the tight bindings held her thoroughly in place she felt herself unwind. Her hair slipped over her face and a thin sheen of sweat beaded upon her forehead, matting her hair against her. Her giggles evolved into low, continuous laughter as he kneaded at her, pillaging her soles for what she hid there while the torches crackled and smoldered around them, casting out wispy tendrils of smoke and passionate light that bolted across the room. As he continued she slowly pushed herself upward into the bindings, the center of her spine arching slightly.

A grumble resounded from beneath her, the pressure at her feet lifting. Though her skin still tingled with his touch, giggling and huffing at the ghostly sensations, he stood back, his arms crossed, tapping at his elbow with his index finger. Shaking his head, his hair shifted back and forth, streaks of the red torchlight glistening across it as it swayed. A wicked smirk sparked along his face as he stepped forward, reaching for her right shoe. "No," he said, lifting it up and setting it between her ankles while pulling taught the strand that had held them to her, "I do believe your feet aren't helpless enough just yet." Pulling the strand tight, he pulled it over the board as the soft touch of his finger tips prodded at the balls of her feet, pulling her crunched toes upward so that she saw them over the board again.

Whimpering, she watched as he slipped the string between the big toe and the longest one on her left foot, then slipped the black strand around her other big toe. As she pushed her shoulders back into the couch, she felt her feet tugged backward, her soles pulled taut and exposed before the madman as she wiggled them gently, her shoe flopping at her ankles, holding them tight. With a loving knot, he withdrew his hands then reached over, wedging the heel of her shoe into the board, securing her toes in place. As his hands flew over the board again, their tips pointed at her, she clutched her toes together, twisting her feet in place. His fingers set in at her arches, squirming in place, and she gasped out a guffaw of laughter while her toes waggled about, pleading with him for mercy. Digging in, he began chipping away at her.

With a squeal she shifted about in place as he slithered up and down her soles, his touch as whimsical as a cloud, barely there yet wrangling laughter from her all the same. Her big toes twitched, bending forward in unison, scattering shadowy, delectable wrinkles down her soles yet her shoe held firm, pulling them back and forcing them to withstand his assault. As he smothered her feet, he breathlessly spit out, "How does it feel to be tied back by your shoe? Bound up by the singular piece of protection your feet had against me?" Her throat ached with laughter as she flit back and forth, pale madness twinkling upon her immobile soles like the light from a new moon.

Time crawled along slowly as she soaked in every single touch, every swipe, every press of his finger, each one unleashing its own private hell upon her as she struggled against the bindings and against the chair that held her. Still, she relaxed, falling deeper into the comfort of the chair, her eyes growing hot and her cheeks pulsing with the heat of a summer breeze as he worked over her soles, torturing her, pulling from her the feelings of a hundred bubbly butterflies, their wings lit by the flames that doused her in light. Her heart pounded with desperate yearning and with kindling fear as he tormented her, touching her feet simply, gently, exposing a hundred conflicting emotions within her. Her eyes glazed over as she struggled to contain herself, a growing, trembling light of desire twinkling within her as she laughed harder and harder, her cries scraping along the brick walls. With every fiber of her being she fought off crying for help, the discord within her subduing her fear with the reassurance that she was truly, terrifyingly alone and helpless to this kidnapper that would take from her as much as she could offer and more. Twisting her fingers into the chaise, she silently fought off the urge to take pleasure in the freedom of her enprisonment. A malicious light glint in his eyes as he sped his attack, his touches leaving trails of drained color from her skin that soon popped into a deep pink. Every piece of her flesh tingled from the aftermath, but where he struck at any given moment felt like star fire parading against her, robbing her of her precious laughter.

Just as suddenly he stopped, stepping backward once. Almost immediately her feet fell lax and she fell limply into the chair as she gasped and panted for air, her eyes twitching. Flicking her toes once, she flinched and clenched them tightly as his eyes, taking on the ravenous light of a hyena, darted up and down her soles. With a feral leap, he set into her, pawing at the centers of her soles momentarily. Letting out a frenzied shriek she pushed herself upward, her toes retreating backward and her feet dancing back and forth in unison. He chuckled, sweeping backwards then stepping to her side, towards the cart while she siphoned in several quick pants. "Oh my, you really are as ticklish as I hoped." Setting his hand against the black cloth on the cart, he drew his fingers in, crumpling the fabric lightly as his eyes sank to it. Darting towards her, his hungry black eyes glazed over her, devouring her eyes as she pushed herself backwards into her bondage, her own eyes trembling. "No, more than I had hoped," he said simply with a warm nod, "But that was only the appetizer," he finished, tugging the black cloth away.
 
Chapter 5

Tucking his knuckles inward, he slowly tugged the long cloth outward, the objects beneath it quivering, shaking, drumming at the metal. As time ached on she felt her breath stiffen, goosebumps forming at her neck at the thought of the instruments hidden beneath there, about how they would extra vicious laughter from her, or worse. Panicked images shot by of all the different objects that could be there, of otherworldly, magical items that could tickle her beyond any means she could measure. The fabric rose upward, the sound of the fabric tearing at the devices beneath it as it lifted further up the side of the cart, until at last the pointed corner lifted upward. Biting into the damp cloth, she inhaled and exhaled rapidly, her toes fidgeting with their bindings as hundreds of images of the possible implements that rested beneath fluttered across her mind, her soles twitching and aching with the ghostly touches of but a moment ago.

The sheet crumpled in his grip as it unveiled the shimmer of torchlight against its metallic tip. It drug further away, revealing nothing for several agonizing seconds as it drew near the first curved hump. Crawling over it, she saw the tip of a shoe and as the fabric rolled further away she recognized it. The skin around her eyes grew tough and she puffed out a heavy exhale, her heart thumping within her ears. A sneaker, its ends frazzled and worn. One of her sneakers.

Pulling onward, the cloth fell down, lumping over a low hanging object before revealing the end of it. Black fabric. More of it slowly etched into her, the round mound leaving to several slender points. The back of a glove. Continuing its journey, the sheet unveiled a second black glove, then slooped down back to the tray. Almost immediately, it swept upwards, the rounded end of ivory glinting at her. The backs of her calves grew taut and she flicked at her toes as she saw the familiar shape of the bottle. Tugging against the stockade with her ankles, she heard the wood grumble at her as she felt her heart sink at the sight of the word lotion.

Still more pointed ends nudged at the cloth, but her eyes remained fixed on the lotion. She could feel its cool slippery touch sinking into her skin even now. A flurry of images of her friends tying her up scurried before her, of how they lubricated her feet and made her scream. Memories itched against her skin of how awful the sensations became after the lotion was applied, and of how she was made to beg for anything, even more tickling, just to make it stop. But those were friends, people that cared about her well being. Oozing black chains crackled around her heart, and she felt the twist of a key as their ghostly touch set in place. A secret yearning bled through the links as she silently savored the thought of being tortured, truly tortured, by a stranger, by someone more than willing to really break her, to leave her a quivering, unrecognizable mess. The wood clicked beneath her as her ankles continued to struggle against their bonds as still further items revealed themselves. This time the fabric clipped upon a slender, many pronged piece of metal, tipping it over with a tink before dragging it along with the cloth. A second appeared, its pointed ends digging into her mind as she imagined the touch of those mysterious devices scraping against her.

For several agonizing seconds he drew the end of the fabric along the edge of the table while she twitched within her bindings, her muscles tightening and pulling at her bindings. With every fiber of her mind she fought against the chains that grasped her heart, that anchored it to the earth and drew it, kicking and screaming, to the bottom of her body. Snorting out an exhale, she wished, desperately, not to want this, to not give in to him, but the cravings of her feet gnawed at the back of her mind, enveloping it in a dark mist. Thoughts scratched at her body, begging with it, pleading with it not to give in, to fight against this madman and her bondage, to escape. Her body began to pull apart, tugging at itself as it began to split in half while the sheet oozed slowly over the table towards a tall standing object.

As the fabric leapt away, she saw an ink colored feather twirl on the table, its quill pointed towards her heart. Her shoulders tensed, and as the cloth slipped further away she heard the metal of the tray tick and clink as metal rolled against the top of the cart, scraping away at it before escaping the grip of the black veil, rattling upon the top, out of sight. A trembling quaked in her heart, drumming along the sound of the unseen tool while the fabric lifted away over a low, raised indent as it crept towards the tall object. The cloth lifted away, revealing a rounded edge, and then an entirely rounded circle of leather before ushering over a long band. Earmuffs. Lifting her eyes upward, she attempted to measure the density of the padding as the biceps of her muscles tensed and shook. A little length of black cloth unraveled slightly between the ear pieces and she bit into the gag at the thought of what he had in store for her.

Whisking the cloth away from the cart in a flourish, her eyes fell upon a clear bottle of liquid. At once, she shrieked, watching the thick fluid roll about within the flask of liquefied evil as it skipped about on the table. Spreading her toes, she thumped away at the leather, her trembling legs barely able to shake the shoe that held her toes hostage before her captor. Near the bottle she spied a box of saran wrap, and then next to it a small leather bound notebook barely larger than the man's hand. Balling the cloth up, he carefully set it on the table then ran his finger over the strap that held the cover together, his smile stabbing at her as he tapped it with his nail. "The plan in its entirety," he said, withdrawing his hand from it as his eyes slithered towards her, "Every little detail meticulously planned." He flashed his teeth at her and she felt a cold sweat burn at the sides of her neck.

"And the things we so carelessly throw out," he said simply, his lips beaming with suppressed lust, quivering as he reached out, stroking the shoelaces of her sneaker. Her arms trembled as his low voice caressed her, "You should be more careful with what you discard," he said as his lips rolled into a wicked smile. "After all, without this I could never have sized the stocks correctly." Fidgeting with her ankles, she tugged at the wood harder, cursing at it while secret thoughts crawled through her mind. Glancing into his wicked eyes, she felt a burning heat roll through her body, bubbling beneath her skin as the nightmare chains tightened around her heart. His menacing lips blazed with suppressed lust, quivering as he set his hand on the bottle of lotion. Her arms trembled as his low voice caressed her like wind over a silvery pond at night, "Shall we begin in earnest, then?"
 
Chapter 6

Whimpering, she squirmed along the table as he wrapped his fingers around the lotion bottle, then set his hands over the oil and saran wrap, scooping them into the air as he crossed the threshold that divided her and her feet. Hot air burned at her nostrils as she shook her feet, pushing and pulling, trying to free herself of the strap that her shoe used to present her soles to him. Waving his hand, he swept upward and with the flick of his thumb he freed her toes, letting the betrayer clatter between her calves.

Setting down the remaining objects, he reached over to the cart again as she tightly clenched her toes, flashing her ruby nails at him. Groaning, he grit his teeth and puffed out a breath, "Seeing that color just makes me want to torture you more," he growled out between his closed teeth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him shift his arm, and then saw it extend towards the table before brushing two swaths of color to the other side of the stockade. Flicking her toes, she stretched her neck, craning her view over the stockade and towards the mirror, catching sight of two long feathers, one a brilliant star fire white and the other as black as a moonless night. Her lower eyelids grew taut and she bundled her ankles together, kicking at her bindings as he brought the pearl thing between his body and the mirror, setting it beyond her vision.

In the mirror she saw him point the moon shade colored one at her sole and she braced, pulling her foot back just in time to feel its tingly touch spin up her arch. A shaky gasp resounded from within her and she flicked big toes a few times as she bent them backwards, pointing their tips towards the ceiling. Chuckling, he called out, "Feather ticklish too. Delightful." The reflection showed his hand swoop down as he set the feather down, and he spoke again, "Ah, but that-- that was just so you would know the difference, before and after."

Plastic clicked and she heard the familiar squelching squirt of lotion. Sobbing, she bayed out, "mmph mm, mmph," in a vain attempt to plead out 'please no, don't' hoping to find mercy within him. Light sparkled within his eyes and his lips curved upward. The cool gel pressed into her and she gasped, giggling as he gently rubbed the lotion into the center of her foot. Biting into the gag, she puffed heavily as he massaged her, her toes flicking down and to the right, then up and to the left as she fought off his attack. The squirt of the bottle came again, and she felt more of the insidious material rubbed into her skin.

Soon she felt the cool air sweeping against the entirety of her damp, nourished soles. Warmth pinched around her, cropping her toes upward, forcing them to stand in a line as he slathered small droplets into the bottoms of her toes. Even as he rubbed she felt her skin grow more and more tender, her sharp gasps piercing the crackle of the torches as they scattered their light around her. Releasing his grip, she felt her foot fall free, doggedly wagging at the cool air that harassed her.

As she clenched the toes of her right foot, prepared to bear another assault, she felt the slippery touch of oil grease up her left sole. Squealing at the surprise, she felt him rub the slippery substance over her, lubricating her skin. The light glittered off of it in the mirror and she felt a forbidden desire to see herself punished as she gazed upon the beauty of her shimmering sole. Within moments her skin was sleek, and then she heard the rip of the saran wrap.

Carefully, he began spiraling the plastic around the heel of her foot, pressing it tightly into her skin as he set her foot within a tight, mummified cocoon. The material clung to her and she felt her flesh burn with warmth as the wrapping fended off the dank air. Before long she wiggled her toes within a tight prison of plastic, the lotion and oil dripping down her arch, itching at her. Pinching her eyes shut, she raised her eyebrow and he cackled lightly. "A method I picked up to lock the moisture in and make feet unbearably soft." Drawing in a deep breath, she kicked her right foot outward as he lightly pressed lotion into it.

Fixing her eyes on the ceiling, she felt the sinister touch of his skin as he thoroughly massaged the flesh of her free, flailing foot as dire thoughts of his intentions stabbed at her chest. It felt as though the chains that held it melted into a black ooze, coating her heart in an inescapable prison as he prepared her foot for his evil plans. Too quickly she felt her skin pulse with tingling life, and then subjected to the smiley touch of the oil. The wrap came, and she huddled within her chair, her feet simmering with the heat of her desires.

In a quick motion he reached over her, towards the cart, his hand pawing as he leaned. Touching the end of her shoe, he tipped it towards him, his fingers clawing into the interior as the toes of the sneaker lifted upward, her heel clattering with the metal. He smiled, a light wind rippling through his nostrils as he drew his hand back, two balled up pieces of colorful cloth pinched within his thumb, index and middle fingers. A low grumble hissed through her throat as she eyed her socks, ones that had long since vanished. His wrist snapped like a whip, and the socks unbundled, then leapt over her feet, the saran wrap letting out crinkling cries as he hid her feet away behind the tight cloth, the ends snapping just above her ankle joint.

Lifting the feather, he touched the tip to the end of his crooked lip as he reached towards the tray again, pinching at it. "Now, while your feet are absorbing that moisture and becoming unbearably ticklish," he said, lifting a stark white swan feather, equal in length to the black raven feather in his hand, "We've more than a few minutes to kill." Striking the end black feather down the vane of the white one as though sharpening a knife, he chuckled, stepping towards the center of the table, the malicious torchlight cackling within his eyes. "So let's play a little."
 
Chapter 7

Thunder crackled outside and she felt a shiver rumble down her spine as he bounded at her, the feathers in his hands landing against her in a flash of lightning. The pointed ends touched the centers of her knees, then traced down in a fury, circling around her knee caps. Sucking in air, she pushed herself down into the table, the light brush of the feathers scraping against her mind as she let out a chortle. Tucking the feathers away, he stepped upward, smiling like the moon as it paraded across the barren sky.

Slowly, he lowered the feathers towards her immobile hands, his gaze focused upon her face like a carpenter's as it whittled away the true form of a plank. Struggling with her hands, she felt her arms tremble as she tucked her nails into the soft leather just as the feather touched down on the backs of her palms. Wincing, she snorted as he devilishly stroked the top of her hands before lathering down her middle fingers. Her fingers twitched within their bindings as a prickling, piercing sensation plucked at her, and as he coiled the feathers over the outer edge of her nails before slicing under them, the light around him seethed and festered, a puff of smoke washing over him.

Drawing the blade of the feathers along the edge of her ring fingers, he slowly cut them into her, pulling them up abrasively as she twitched within her bondage. With a chuckle he dashed down again, the torches crackling behind him as he washed tiny buzzing circles into the back of her hands, slowly expanding them as he continued to draw his vision of her into her skin until he quickly fanned over her, circling the edge of her thumb over to the flats below her pinkies. The feather hissed against her skin as he swept over her before suddenly dabbing at her wrists.

A shock coursed through her as she felt the gentle nuzzle of the feather over her flesh and her eyes went wide. Fidgeting with her hips, she tugged with her shoulders as her mind and vision honed in on the twin feathers that berated her sensitive flesh. For several seconds he stroked back and forth, letting the vanes spread and splash against her, each one taking on a mind of its own as it gently kissed her skin. As he toiled over her, he let out a low avalanche of a hot whisper, "Don't stop thinking about your feet stewing, preparing." Flexing her toes, she twisted her ankles within the stockade as she shifted her knees back and forth. His lips leapt upward like misty clouds on a starlit night, absorbing the flickering light of the torches into disparate shadow as he twirled the feathers then began dragging them upward.

The unbearable sensation clawed at her forearms as it crept like a caterpillar up her arms, buzzing and itching as the instruments of cruelty yawned for her elbows. "I'm going to torture your feet so much," he uttered as he swiped downward, leaving little pathways just beneath her elbows. Pushing her feet apart, she listened to the crinkle of saran wrap as she flexed her toes, the fabric of the socks that held them captive spreading apart to reveal her stolen ruby light. All the while the biting touch of the feathers gnawed at her, baying and barking against her skin as he slipped them under her arm, then up and around her elbow towards her bicep.

Her breathing grew frenzied and erratic as he twirled his fingers, allowing the feathers to dance against her, their swashbuckling tips stabbing then twisting into a riposte. As she shifted back and forth, her chest pounding in pathetic imitation of the thunder from outside, she watched the light fade over her arms as he stepped between her and the fire, dousing her in darkness. She saw the dark shapes of the feathers as they swatted over her pulsing biceps, feeling them slowly crawl ever upward. "Oh, am I going to punish you for your choice in attire," he said breathlessly.

The edge of her sleeve bucked and she felt the raven's kiss along the rim of her underarm. The outer edges of her eyes pinched together and she inhaled deeply, fending off the butterflies that wrapped around her heart as he slowly traced the outer edge of her armpits. Suddenly, she felt the feathers dash through the center and she coughed out a muffled "Aiie!" while twisting in place. Wicked laughter met her in response, and then the stroke of the feather again. Stiffening her elbows, she bucked her neck downward and pushed against her arms, digging herself into her bindings as she arched her back.

The tightness at her sleeves faded and she felt a gentle, babbling rush of air sweep up her collarbone. Before she recognized the touch she heard the scrape of the feathers like the crunch of pebbles underfoot. Around the edge of her ears she felt the flames the feathers imbued into her, burning at her while her skin murmured with pleasure. With a huff she held her breath, a low, shrill and elongated 'eee' croaking through her lips as she twitched and sparked at the feathers running along the outside of her ears. Closing her eyes, she bit into her gag and squealed out an eep as the wicked tools rashly ran down her neck before twirling their insidious lectures into her.

For several grueling seconds he paved pathways over her neck, striking up and down, then sweeping back and forth as though carefully swiping a razor along her throat. Sniffing in heavy breaths then letting out wheezing pants, she shivered as he painted her future into her, dragging the feathers underneath her chin and then back down along her exposed collarbone before dragging them back up again. With each dive, he swiped a little lower, sewing the cleansing flames of desire along the upper most echelons of her breasts. Leaning inward, she felt his scent roll over her, light lavender rinsed with a refreshing scent of clean cloth and the backdrop of bitter coffee. "It's almost time," he cooed.

The leather bit into her and she clicked her heels within the padded stockade as waves of heat coursed across her soles. Her feet bubbled percolated, feeling as though she stood on the blazing sands of a desert. Flicking her toes, she felt the oozing oil sticking to her, the plastic wrap clinging to her feet with an air of vengeance. As she shimmied about, she felt the fangs of leather chewing on her arms and legs while the wrap on her forehead bit tightly into her. Flicking her toes again, she felt droplets of the wonderfully depraved oil dribble down her arches, clinging to her wrinkles as they coated her with their sinister designs. As she rolled her shoulders backward, she wanted more than anything to take off the socks and the wrap to escape that awful feeling, even knowing what awaited her the moment her flesh was bared.

Sucking in air, she felt her trembling eyes latch onto his stern gaze as the evil paintbrushes dabbed back and forth over the top of her breasts. With a groan, she let out a muffled, pleading "mmph," as she wiggled her toes within their prisons. Only responding with a cruel smile, he stepped backward, the bright torchlight washing over her as his solemn footfalls carried him towards the base of the rack. Turning suddenly, he dashed the feathers downward, sweeping them up the outsides of her ankles as she let out a shrill "mmph!"

With a determined look he carved upward, running the feathers just along the jutting line of her tibias and towards her knees. Circling around them once, he reached ever upward, slipping them along the inner edges of her thighs before fanning back downward to her knees. A carnivorous heat shook within her as he drove the instruments upward, teetering them for a second, swashing the tips at the middle of her quivering thighs before running them back down. "In less than a minute those socks are coming off," he said coldly before dashing the feathers up again, their burning itch gnawing through the entirety of her legs and into the small of her back as she buzzed with a molten heat.

Flicking his wrists, he swiped down over the middle of her knees as she flinched along with the touch. As the feathers ramped off her knees they took flight, arcing upward in a clean motion. He clasped his hands together, taking both feathers into one hand and setting them onto the tray while she fluttered and twitched in her bindings, the black wings of the butterflies bustling like a city street just before rush hour. He smiled broadly, closing his eyes and clasping his hands as cold dread like the black night rains pooled within her. "Now, let's expose your true self," he said breathlessly as he hopped to the end of the table, standing tall over her defenseless feet. Crunching her toes, she folded her feet together, hiding her left behind her right. With a thud he clamped his hands onto the stockade and she shook with the impact, biting heavily into her gag as she huffed out hot breaths of air.
 
Chapter 8

The air around her feet gave way like the sand of an hour glass as his hands dipped downward. Above her she heard the crackle and sputter of the torches as they flickered in an out, spewing out long waves of warring light and shadow that rolled over her as the darkness crept along the rivulets of mortar that ran between the bricks. Just as the light steadied, she felt a tug as he brought his hands up, her socks wrung between his fingers. Opening his fists, he let her socks crumple to the floor, forgotten. Her breath sparked and her eyes quivered as his hands fluttered downward, and then she felt a light touch on top of her foot, below her ankle. At once her eyes blared open as the simple grazing of his fingertip over the clear plastic sent ripples down the material that scraped up her foot while gnawing at her.

Pressing her tongue into the back of her lower teeth, she sputtered out a chattering series of ghostly giggles as the tips of his lips curled. Extending his fingers, he carefully drove them up her feet without touching her as she thrashed in place, pointing and flexing her feet. In the mirror she watched the bottoms of her feet flicker helplessly as her breath wrapped around her heart. Occasionally, she brushed against his hands and squealed at the sensation she pressed into her self. Letting out a nod, he reached for her left foot and gripped firmly around her ankle, the sharp rip of plastic echoing through the air.

As he unraveled her bondage she whimpered, feeling the rush of cool, relieving air against her as she shifted back and forth, tapping her ankles against the stockade. In a brash few seconds she felt the air sift between her toes and a sob rolled through the back of her throat as he slipped to her other foot, freeing it of the tight shackles. The plastic tugged at her, sucking damply against her skin. Drawing her shoulders inward, she pushed backward against the chair, her eyes watering as the damp air took hold of her flesh.

Standing back, he flashed a smile as she wiggled her feet. In the mirror she saw her skin wrinkle and contort, her toes sparkling in the cackling torchlight as he reached towards the tray. Huffing rapidly, she clenched her toes, pointing them towards the doorway as she shimmied on top of the couch, the binds pushing her further into it. For a brief moment she felt the tug of wicked pleasure at the sight of her soles bound before this monster as he swept through the air with the sooty feather. A low rolling whimper of a growl flexed within her, and then she felt the touch spark against her skin.

The flutter of a bird's wings soared through the room as he dusted down her arch, the feather's touch roaring through her like a hungry flame. Bucking in place, she felt her eyes scream open as she screeched out a cry before descending into a furious series of giggles. Flexing her foot back and forth, she watched it writhe in agony as the feather callously imposed its forbidden will into her, forcing her to sing like the bird that too willingly discarded the weapon. Tears singed her eyes and she felt her chest puff up as the bindings at her arms and legs pressed tightly into her.

Raising his hand over the tray, he flicked his middle finger and let the feather drop with a plink as she sucked in air, panic filling her chest. Her toes clenched tightly together, draining the color from her soles, and then she saw his free hand poised, ready to strike at her heel. Clamping her teeth into the cloth, she bounced fiercely before the tips of his fingers hedged around her skin.

As though a blinding white light filled her vision, she felt herself over powered by the simple rub of his finger tips across her heel. Gasping in air, she squealed and swayed her hips, wildly flicking her feet even as his hand drifted away from her and he stepped towards the metal cart. The feeling continued its haunt, plaguing her mind with its insidiously burning itch as metal tinked against metal to her right. Again she clenched her toes, biting into the damp cloth as she scrawled out "mmph mmm," in a vain attempt to call out no more.

The low flames in the torch behind him vanished for a moment, casting long groping shadows over her before hissing back into action. As though wind tore through the torch, the flames batted about, dancing as madly as her mind raced. In a smooth motion the man held up a slender device, a series of metal prongs that wrapped around towards a middle, bending at points, while two shafts rose straight outward. Carrying it like a holy relic, he swept to her feet and dropped it down, pushing it into the stockade, above her foot.

With his index finger he pushed at the center of her foot, his flesh melding with hers while he centering her foot before the claw like appendage that now hooked in wide arcs around her. Sucking in air, she spun her ankle, her foot waggling within the soft vice grip of his touch while he clicked several of the spread hooks downward. They crashed into her skin, wrapping around her like a vice, fitting as perfectly as a shoe. Her eyes wandered towards the stolen sneaker and she sucked in a deep, grating breath of air as he clicked the metal several more times, the long arms clipping rubber tips into the very edge of the bottom of her foot. Ten of the centipede like arms wrapped around the outer edge of her foot, while the part they connected to ran as smoothly over the top of her foot as though it were a thin chain. His hands dipped, and in the mirror she saw the rubber teeth of the bondage clip into the edges of her arch. Unable to twist her foot any longer, she flicked her toes, watching as a prong slipped around each side of her big toe, then another at the top. Pushing her toes back, he locked each one in place, the claw that held one toe bowing above or below the metal that held the next so that her toes sat neatly and obediently in place for their punishment. Stepping back, he admired his work as she sifted about, pushing and pulling at her immobilized foot, her toes barely inching forward and casting mere shadows of wrinkles up her arch.

Withdrawing to the tray, he held aloft another, similar piece of metal and set about, clicking it into the stockade before wrapping her foot within it. As he let the claws pull away her last ounces of freedom, he spoke at last. "I borrowed the idea for this from one of your pictures, you know. I wanted to try it." The flames continued to spew out viscous shadow as they puffed in and out, and she watched her foot slowly succumb to the metal device. Within his dark eyes she watched the fire twist tumultuously as he worked, his mouth barely moving as he dripped out words. "Your feet truly are divine."

Her chest rose and fell like a furnace in summer, his eyes burning with passion as he locked her toes in place. Stepping back, he looked at her, his eyes running through her, grabbing at her soul. She flinched, unable to look away as he stared into her. "I see that light in your eyes, flickering, fading. You're completely helpless before me now, and you know it." He stepped towards the tray, her eyes trilling along with his fingers as he reached down. Metal clawed and scraped as he set his fingers down, plucking up several thin pieces of silver. "That hunger in your eyes, though. Its the same hunger I feel when I look at you," he said, pinching a ring of silver over his right thumb, a long metal nail extruding from it. She felt a ravenous heat gnaw at her eyes as the skin around them tightened. In a deft motion he attached another silver ring to his hand, this time to his index finger. "I know you think you've been tickle tortured before, but it is something entirely different when the act is performed by someone who is as passionate about your suffering as you are."

Curving his fingers, he hooked a third ring to his middle finger, then a fourth to his ring finger. His eyes dashed to hers, "I'm going to break you, you know.” She felt her breath lock in place and her eyes quiver, unable to look away from his. “Actually break you, like the characters in your stories. I'm going to have you begging for more and more, even well after you can't take it." Clipping the final ring to his pinky finger, he flexed his hands, the light glinting off of them as he wiggled them in a row. “I want to watch every single spark of your willpower fizzle out of your eyes,” as he spoke, he slowly flicked the nails against one another, their metal clinking sending shocks up her hips and through her backside. "You know, my goal is to give you everything you ever thought you wanted. To make you want this more than anything in the world, to want to suffer at my hands, to need it, to beg for it, to plead for it with all of your soul." He clicked his heels against the cement and approached the base of the board, her whole body trembling with a mischievous delight as he stood back, clear of the mirror. She saw herself, completely bound, completely helpless, unable to move or wiggle her feet, her soles absolutely defenseless before his dark will. Waving his hand past her foot, she felt the wind of his touch lacerate her and she winced. "And now we begin." He smiled, and the four torches faltered at the same time as thunder roared outside, leaving only his glowing teeth in the darkness.
 
Chapter 9

Bringing his fingers together, he clicked the metal tips of the guitar picks against one another as he approached her, the sound grating against her spine, sending electric chills throughout her body. As he slowly raised his hand above his shoulder, he flicked the picks against one another, sending another shock through her as the lamp light glint off the metal. Feeling her eyes quiver, an anxious tension pressed into her chest, pushing her rib cage downward as he wiggled his fingers. A whiff of sensation brushed against her left foot and she screeched into the gag as laughter overtook her foot.

In the mirror she saw his bare hand grazing over her foot, his flesh gently nuzzling and kissing her sole. Flaring sensations of heat and agony tore through her and she began to buck in place, pressing her toes into the skeleton-finger like appendages that held them. As her ruby nails sparkled back at her, she watched her toes refuse to waver. Desperate to free herself of the infliction he evoked against her, she began squirming in place, the tight bindings holding her down and forcing her foot to remain deathly still as he sifted up and down, leaving light, loving touches against her.

Feeling the edges of her vision cloud into darkness, she felt her soul narrow towards her feet as her captor rolled over her like a spring breeze, taunting her with his airy touch. Her foot trembled before him as he stroked a single finger up her arch, around the edge of her ball and then up her large toe before scratching lightly at its base. Clenching her shoulders together, she let out a shrill "mmmmmmph!" as she twisted her head in the bondage, the wrap at her forehead forcing her to continue staring into his voracious eyes.

Tilting his head at a slight angle, he smiled sweetly as he drizzled his fingers downward, caressing her tender flesh. "Your feet are so pretty," he said, his eyelids narrowing and his lips spreading further up. His gaze felt like the warm hug of a fireplace in the bleak darkness of winter. "So soft. So delicate," he continued as she felt butterflies bursting within her stomach, her own smile spreading against her will even as she clamped her teeth into the gag. Shaky, slender laughter spilled into the gag as she fought off the urge, feeling as though she stood in the middle of a desert, deeply parched for laughter. His hand hooked in the mirror and he sprayed his fingers down before rapidly spreading them back up, then down again, leaving narrow streaks of color up her soles. "I don't think I'll ever stop," he said, his eyelids spreading wide and his smile fading into the vacant, ravenous look of a wolf.

"No, I don't think I could ever stop," he said, increasing his pace as she rolled back and forth in her private bondage chair, her throat burning as she giggled wildly. The hand with the guitar picks slowly began to lower and she felt herself begin to bounce in place, her un-harassed foot flexing within its bindings as the beast neared. He flashed a smile, then his hand sparked downwards.

Outside, thunder crackled as the metal raked against her skin. At once she felt her muscles tense up and push backwards into the chair, her shoulders spreading out and her knees flattening against the table. Her eyes went wide and as though she took a blow to the stomach, she heaved out a roaring "Mmmmph!hmphmphhmph!" as she attempted to scream with laughter. Rocking her shoulders back and forth, she twisted her legs and flailed her hips, moving barely a centimeter as she attempted to simply wiggle her toes, his devices keeping her as still as though she slept while the nightmare of his touch overtook her soles.

The world around her faded into a delirious fog as she thrashed her body within the bindings that held her deathly still. As she shrieked into her gag, the muffled sound of her pained laughter rolled around her; "Mmmmmmmph-hmphmphmphmphmph!" Weaving back and forth, she began hoisting in air as she pulled at her knees and wiggled her shoulders in an attempt to pull her feet away from him. Still, the stockade and skeletal hand held and she continued to spill out shouts of laughter that her gag gobbled from her. "mmmph! Mmmmppph! Mmmph-hmphmphmphhhh!

As she stared ahead he stepped backwards so that she had a clear view of her agonized feet in the mirror while he slowly streaked upward. Tears burned at her eyes and her face grew into a deep red as she wiggled her ruby toenails defiantly. A blistering, throbbing radiance ached in her abdomen and she swiped at it with her mind, attempting to push it away while his hand crawled ever upward. Slamming back into the chair, she banged her body into it repeatedly as he inched upward, her eyes quivering as she attempted to call out 'not my toes!' but her gag refusing to yield more than "mmph-mmph-mmmmph!"

Cooing, his fingers suddenly dashed upwards, striking against the bottoms of her immobile toes. Around her, her vision went white as she thrust backward, her arms pushing away from her as her eyes rolled towards the ceiling. As though she stood upon boiling water, the sensations shimmered up her, her eyelids slowly spreading apart as she flailed back and forth, a piercing shriek standing at the ready in her throat. While he scratched at her sensitive toe pads she felt her muscles tremble, a buzzing sensation filling her body until at last she split open, screaming out a squealing 'aiee!' that rumpled into "mmph-mmmmmmmmmmph!" Holding the note for several seconds, she flailed and thrashed, her toes pressing tightly into the thin pieces of metal that held them as the colors of her face deepened. Just as suddenly as he started terrorizing her toes, he ceased.

Like a rock in the ocean, she thumped against the chair, leather splashing around her as she began taking in rapid, deep breaths. Her watery eyes wavered as she slowly brought them to him and through the quiet of the room she watched, the chirping luminescence within her pulsing and thumping, blazing across her eyes. She could see her light reflected into the abyss of his eyes as they smoldered and devoured it, returning a ravenous look as he stared at her, watching her chest rise and fall. Shadows creased the edges of his lips just as her breathing relaxed and she saw the metal tips wiggle near her heel. 'Don't! She tried to call out, thrashing her head within its binding as her gag released another "mmmph!

As though her words goaded him further he continued to edge nearer, wiggling his fingers and clacking the metal tips against each other. Shifting backwards, she stretched away, pulling herself from her feet though the stockade held them to her. 'No!' she attempted to call out, squeaking out a soft "mmph!" before calling it again and again. "Mmph! Mmph!" He crept nearer, the light catching off of his weapons. "Mmphmmphmmphmmph!" she called out desperately while a snicker dripped from his teeth. She felt the cool, sharp touch of metal beneath and around her heel, gripping into the back of her leg and her last cry of "Mmmmph-" cut off into a churlish rumble of giggling "hmphmphmph!"

Turning her head down, she ratcheted her fingers against the leather, pressing them into it as she desperately tried to curl her hands into fists with which to bang against the chair. For several long seconds he slowly drew his fingers down the back of her leg as the tools ran together like rainwater into a stream, pooling at the very edge of her rounded heel. She trembled, clenching her eyes shut as she let a sobbing laugh bite into her gag. The metal vanished, and she felt it nuzzle her calves as he repeated the agonizing process.

Outside of her chamber she could feel the moon beginning to set behind the mountains, flooding the world with that deep, quiet nocturnal air that hung in the sky like a limping fog so that even the bugs grew silent as they drifted towards slumber. She felt her eyes drawn to the mirror, to the very exposed bottoms of her feet as she watched her tormentor reach under her right calf with his bare hand, caressing her smooth skin as he approached both of her heels simultaneously. As though a wicked enchantment was cast upon the mirror, she found herself unable to look away from the bedrock of her being, her eyes wandering up and down her soles, over her soft, criss-crossing wrinkles and down and up her arch. She smothered the flat ball of her foot with her vision, then draped her gaze around her toes again and again while her heart yelped and purred, a slow, viscous burning desire to see them suffer for their remarkable beauty.

Before long the sparking light within her twisted and burned, flashing prematurely as it flooded through her with a painful euphoria that ran through her veins. He stared into her eyes as he stroked her calves again and again, her private light reflecting in them, and though she did her best to clutch her fingers over that forbidden starlight that welled within her she found herself unable to hide her true self away, hoping that he would peel away every strip of resistance within her. Still, he continued to stroke her calves, the blazing knowledge in his eyes seething through her.

Then he snickered and even before his hands sped away from her, their touch still fresh on her ankles, she felt every thing that he would do to her feet. Writhing and giggling, she turned her head ever so slightly away as a smile raced across her lips at the coming destruction. Both of his hands pounced across her feet, flying up and down, and in an instant she found herself a shrieking, gasping wreck as he ran through her like a tempest across a field of wheat. The sensations that he imbued into her before were but a mockery of the raging storm that now surged through her and all at once she attempted to dam up the feelings from before while releasing a hurricane of emotion.

With all of her might she thrashed within her bindings, the leather bucking beneath her and the straps seizing and screaming as she let out a long, never-ending screech of "Mmmmmmph!hmphhmphmp!" Unable to fight back, she sat, laughing endlessly, her chest tightening and her throat growing raw as she laughed louder and harder than before, the effect of the two disparaging sensations against both of her feet at the same time magnifying their effect against her mind as it emptied all unnecessary thoughts. The last words that crossed her mind were that it was too much, that this was real tickling, real torture, and that she didn't know if she could withstand it, but that she didn't have a choice and that she didn't want to have a choice. It truly felt as though everything he had inflicted upon her had pulled every nerve ending in her body to the soles of her feet and that he now plucked at them freely like they were a harp. Cursing herself for her desires, she sat, thoroughly enjoying the agony while simultaneously pleading for an end and wishing for it to continue ever onward. She laughed mightily, heartily, her cries echoing through the chamber, her screams of the last second harmonizing with her wild laughter of the moment. The fiery heat of desire coursed through her, blinding her to the world and she fell within the river, letting it wash her away as she laughed out, again and again "Mmmmph-hmph-hmph-hmph!"
 
Chapter 10

For an eternity he worshiped her feet, fondling and stroking her immobile soles as she bayed and barked out maddened laughter. Each second felt like an eon, dragging on as he struck the metal tips of his guitar picks down her soles while his bare hand nuzzled her toes. She had stopped laughing long ago, her face a glowing ember red and a smile permanently fixed onto her lips. Tightness gripped into her cheeks like a vice, and her chest felt heavy, her muscles barely restraining the raw emotion he whipped out of her. Around her the room spun in a flurry of dizzying color as she howled out, again and again, "mmmmmmph!" while thrashing weakly within her bonds.

He wasn't stopping. He wasn't slowing down. His pace increased, and just as she began to understand the rhythms of his movements he would change: harassing her sensitive toes, taking advantage of their inability to budge within their binds, or switching which hand struck at which foot, or altogether adjusting his attack method from a light sprinkling to full on raking. Hysteria splattered against her mind as she desperately writhed about, a film of cool sweat clinging to her as she sat, soaking in his vicious will. Tears streaked her cheeks and her soles throbbed with euphoric energies. It's too much, she thought again and again, and every time the sentence began to bubble within her mind his pace would slow or he would stop altogether, allowing her to breath for a few seconds, allowing her resistance to renew so that he could terrorize her all over again.

As terrible, pained pleasure pulsed within her she sobbed out a heavy, rolling thud of laughter, her mind unpleasantly clear. She thought of her friends at the party and wondered how many hours had passed, how many hours he had sat here, doggedly striking at her feet. Perhaps it had been days. She wondered if they were looking for her, or if they even knew she was missing. A small, quiet voice hissed in her ear that she hoped to never be found, and though she swatted at it, it only trilled louder and louder. Dread filled her at the thought of laying here for the remainder of her life, or perhaps swapping between the devices that would expose her soles to the man before her. As though a hand patted the top of her head and stroked her neck, she felt a warmth at the notion of the idea before she batted it away. All at once he laid into the area beneath her toes, scribbling back and forth, and she cried out anew, twisting in her chair as her voice pleaded with laughter at the devoted devastation he rained upon her.

His eyes glittered with delight as he looked into hers, and in the mirror she saw the monstrous, voracious look in her eyes. A squeak of a sob rumbled within her throat at the unquenchable look, but then she saw his fingers dash towards her arches again. Pressing her shoulders back, she cried out as he slathered up and down them with an unending adoration.

A gentle pat plopped against her soles and she fell backward, huffing in air. Around her the room spun wildly and as she tried to focus her vision she felt it twist more wildly out of her control. To her right she felt his slow footfalls echo against the floor as his darkened shadow swished between her and the light. Cowering before him, she stared upward, propping her eyes like swords. He smiled softly at her as he raised his hand, undoing the metal rings that clipped his torture device to his hand. Her eyelids twitched and sagged, and he fended off her dull blades as he set the tickling implement onto the table before patting her on the head and tugging the hair from her eyes over her ear.

Leaning up, she chomped into her gag and he chuckled, his fingers rinsing down over her hair, brushing it before thumping against the knot of the gag. A tightness pulled it further into her mouth, and then she felt it go limp as he tugged the soggy cloth away. At once she thumped within her chair, her raspy voice calling out "Let me go!" before turning her eyes to the door and crying "Help!"

With a sigh he clicked his tongue and shook his head, running a thumb over the flat line of his lower lip. For a moment she sat, drawing in a deep breath and then he spoke out, "Are you done?" Twisting back and forth, she wiggled her fingers and pressed her toes into the skeletal hands as the leather that held her whispered and groaned, the many straps on her arms and legs stretching and rattling as the wood of the stockade clicked defiantly.

"Time to end this charade," he said simply as his hands fluttered down her shoulders and towards her chest. With the flick of his finger, he undid a button, revealing a small section of her collar bone. Running his index finger slowly down the cloth, he tapped at another button, popping it away so that her cleavage spilled out like a bucket overflowing with rain. Her eyes trembled as she watched his hand before rolling her gaze up towards him. "It's time to really break you," he said coldly while the feeling of another button abandoning her clipped against her.

She felt the black air of the room rushed over and under her bra while goosebumps bristled at the back of her neck. The sound of his finger dashing down the cloth of her shirt rattled her, and she carefully spit out "don't touch me," while another button fell away. Silence met her and another button abandoned her cause.

As he vanquished the last button, he folded her shirt away, baring the skin of her stomach before him. A short nod rolled from his chin, and then he reached up, caressing her hair and tucking another strand over her ear as his words spun from his mouth. "It's ok," he sniffed out, drawing his hand back, "You've fulfilled your obligation of resistance. Let me do the rest."

He raised his hands, his fingers curved as they flew towards her face like the steely hands of the grim reaper and as her eyes raced with them she felt a cool wind from the door sweep over her. "Don't," she panted out, squirming in her bonds as his hands hedged ever nearer, "No, no." She drew in a breath as he hover over her neck, and as his fingers fell, she siphoned out a final, quiet "Don't."

With a light touch he swept up and down the sides of her neck, his finger tips barely grazing her. They felt as light as feathers riding along the surface of a pond. The effects slowly rippled through her and she clenched her teeth tightly, hissing air through them as she pressed her tongue to the back of her teeth, a slow, buoyant "Tssshssshss" of a giggle bumbling through her. The fierce waters of the river of fire nipped at her, pulling her beneath their waves and her feet buzzed like an envious beehive as he spun gentle circles into her neck.

Her eyes fluttered and she let out a windy exhale as she breathlessly hewed out "stop." The crackle of the torches rained above her as they sputtered out their dying flames, the light in the room growing ever lower. Raising his fingers, he nestled the tip of his middle fingers over her collar bone, drawing them to the center of her neck as she twitched and tugged at her bindings, her eyelids closing so narrowly that she could barely see through her eyelashes.

Hauling in her lower lip, she bit down into it as raw pleasure churned within her, threatening to shatter her. Stretching her body back and pushing it down, she felt her mind drawn to the cool night breeze licking at her feet as the wind matched the man's soft touch while he drew his fingers back along her collarbone, then down again, painting a thick coat of affection along her that fanned out, braiding over her look a cocoon of leafy palm tree fronds that covered her entire body save the bottoms of her feet. The tightness wrapped around her, hugging her tightly and soothing her while the passion that cooked within her bubbled.

As he lightly stroked at the center of her neck she felt a great heat boil within her. She could see herself sinking through the river of fire that surfed through her veins, flooding her with a tingling burn. Her eyes fluttered as his wiggling fingers crested upwards, brushing against the underside of her jaw and around the edges of her chin before whispering up her cheeks. Twitching, she sniffed several times as she attempted to pull away from his gentle, peach like touch that left fluffy sensations against her.

She puffed out several sharp exhales as he twirled his fingers about before gently nuzzling at her ears. Through the darkness she could hear his breath, his light inhales matching her soft gasps as they discovered tiny specks of ticklish flesh over her ears. He carefully rubbed back and forth against the top of her ears before circling down and scrawling his nails against her lobes, his irritating touch like the incensed legs of an ant. Trembling within her bondage, she took in short, ragged breaths through a small hole in her lips as her toes twitched within their bindings, her eyes staring at the mirror, her gaze focused on the soles of her feet.

Within her heart she could feel the surging white starfire pooling together, twinkling and begging for release. Her eyes burned as she stared at her soles, knowing the only way to release the pent up emotions that her master had carefully brought to a slow boil throughout the night. Her master. She shivered and he rubbed at the sides of her neck, behind her ears, to which she grit her teeth and let out a low, "eehehe." She could feel her body squirming in the bondage, her right shoulder twitching, then her left elbow while her knees fidgeted like drumsticks. Weaving his fingertips down, her master lightly grazed down her neck and then scratched at the top of her breasts. Her master. At once she tightened her shoulders, gritting her teeth and inhaling quickly several times, breaking for but a moment with each intake as she fought off the girlish giggles that rumpled between her lips.

Dragging his fingers down, he extended them to the very edge of her bra before kicking the tips of his nails back up as she flit sharply within the chair. The passionate light within her rippled with his touch, and she imagined him dredging her from the river of fire only to let her sink back in as though dipping her several times. His face neared hers, and he brushed his cheek against hers, the smell of lilac flooding her nose as his hot breath sprayed over her ears. "Beg me to tickle your feet."

Outside she heard the metal of the cellar door thump and slam as it heaved against the storm. A cold, rain soaked wind roared from the doorway, spilling across her, kissing her toes as she shivered wildly. The torches fluttered, their sacred light dousing for a moment as shadows overtook the room. She could feel the light pressing against her heart, pleading with her to give in to his demands, to take what she sorely desired, what she needed. Her gaze hung over the tops of her ruby clad toes, and then over top of them as she stared at her beautiful soles bound to perfection for their true purpose. Yearning for release, she opened her lips as a dark shadow tightened in her shoulder before scratching at her heart. She shook her head gently, breathing heavily and batting her eyelids. He smiled.

As his face pressed nearer to her neck she let out a shaky groan. His breath poured into her, heating a bright point against her just before he rubbed his lips up her exposed neck. Sucking in the rim of her mouth, she rattled a groan against the grating of her throat as she shut her eyes gently before turning as far away from him as her bindings would let her. He chuckled, his breath tickling her skin pleasantly. Soft, radiant warmth nipped at her, sending maddening sensations through her as he slowly plucked his lips together over her skin before lifting away. Repeating the process, he scratched gently at the tops of her breasts, sending ringing sensations through her like great bronze bells as she pushed her weight into her shoulders, arching her back above the chair.

"Say it," he said hotly before shifting downward and spreading his open lips against her neck, dragging them together. She shivered hotly as her mouth caved inward into a tight point. He continued his slow, methodical work with his mouth, gnawing his teeth beneath her jaw line as he let his fingers take on radical, sporadic movements. Within several seconds she began to sway back and forth, the edges of her puckered lips curving upward while the starlight within her began to hum and buzz, throbbing against her stomach. The shadow of doubt began to recede and she saw her feet again and again as the skin of her soles began to boil with jealousy. A great need filled her, a need to laugh, a need to suffer. Her toes flickered within their bondage as they vied for attention, her ankles rapping against the wood, sending clicking noises to her captor. She could still feel the weight of her discarded shoe pressing against her, taunting her, reminding her of the distance from before she had been abducted and now. Then familiar words rang against her, echoing within her mind as the threat of "Going to get you laughing like all of the characters in your stories" played over and over. She could see them now, each one mocking her and welcoming her at the same time as she sat there, writhing on the chair. Her lips split open and she began to let out hot, trembling giggles as he ran his finger tips over the tops of her breasts. The light pulsed within her, throbbing, flooding her with agony as she twitched back and forth, swiping it away. Then, at long last she heard her voice crackling through the air like static electricity. "Tickle my feet."

Her heart bounced within her chest at the sound of the words and she began to melt within her bindings, her muscles relaxing as she eased into a carefree series of giggling. Hot air blew against her ear and she opened her lips, letting a light, silent moan cross their threshold as sound scraped against her. Her brow steeled itself as she interpreted the words, his voice striking against her. "Say it like you mean it."

At once the pace of his fingers increased against her, and her carefree giggles turned to purified laughter. Still, she collapsed into the device, barely moving as he pressed his lips into her harder than before, sucking gently at her skin and leaving little wet reminders of their visit. The plucking sound moved below as he began nipping at the front of her neck while a disquiet, trembling, "Ahh-hhh" forced its way through her. The buzzing sensation he drilled into her chest gnawed at her heart and again she forced out, "Please tickle my feet."

Lifting his head away, he dashed the backs of his fingernails along the upside of her bra, twirling them down her sides as he quickly shifted them back and forth. "Convince me," he said dangerously as he began sprinkling his fingers down her rib cage then back up.

The fires churned within her, consuming her with their agony. As she writhed about, panting and moaning, she felt her denied desire dig its vindictive claws into her. Twisting ever so slightly to her right, she flexed back then arched her spine again before hotly yelling at the top of her voice "Tickle my feet!" She began huffing in air quickly, no longer laughing as he spread ticklishness along her sides, his fingers dashing up and down quickly yet barely touching her. "Please!" She cried out, pressing her head into the chair as she shifted it about.

As he brought his fingers upward, needling them over the inner edges of her armpits before leading them up to her breasts, she felt herself crumple. Gritting her teeth, she groaned like a wild dog before flitting back and forth in the chair, her eyes tightly shut as she endured his touch. The eternal hellfire of the river seared her, cooking her from the inside while the flames licked and nibbled at her feet. A tear formed at the edge of her eye, slowly trickling down her cheek as she strained out a gritty sob of “pleeease.” He wiggled his fingers over her breasts, dashing them up her neck as she shook in her bondage before puckering her lips to chain the sobbing moan that formed in her heart.

Falling to the bottom of the hellish river, she lay there, motionless while the flames lapped at her, swaying over her and merging with the starlight she hid away from the world. Desperately slathering on more and more of the pearly wonder as though she were building a sacred pearl, she felt her soles sizzling as the fire roared over them, roasting them with agony. Drawing in ragged breaths, she stared at the bottoms of her feet in the mirror before bursting alive, screaming at the top of her lungs, “TICKLE MY FEET!” His hands drew up the sides of her neck and she shivered as though in a great snowstorm, shaking the legs of the table beneath her as she rattled against the leather. “PLEASE!” she cried out at the top of her lungs, feeling her words echo shake dust from the ceiling of the basement before roaring through the forest outside of the house and echoing down the mountainside.

The buzzing sensation at her sides silenced and she felt his warmth and pressure lift away while she sat, squirming, writhing within the chair. Puckering her lips together, she drew in ten, no twenty breaths each second as she watched him turn towards his cart. The seconds drug onward like snow collecting on a warm day, and as he slowly raised his hands, he set them towards the cart, outside of her vision. Her mind raced and her heart ached with sooty anxiousness as she heard the light clatter and tink of his tools. "As you wish," he said solemnly while spiced lust oozed through her.
 
Chapter 11

Rain-scented wind grumbled kicked past the door, sputtering through the room and scattering the musty scent around her while a blanket of wet, cool air sprayed across her. Thrusting her hips upward into the bindings, she wiggled her fingers, tasting the feel of leather against her skin as she savored their hold of her. In a smooth motion he scooped up the bottle of lotion, flicking the lid open with a soul shattering click while taking the two darkened gloves into his free hand.

In an dreadfully slow instant that scarred her mind, he stepped in front of her feet. Far above her she heard the skies rumble with satisfaction before being drowned out by the deafening squirt of thick sludge. A cold lump formed just beneath her toes, and in the mirror she saw the familiar puddle of quivering whiteness. Clenching her teeth into a smile, she shook her shoulders against her bindings as his hand swept forward, smoothing the cool sludge over her soles, leaving streaks of stark white against her skin as he rubbed the devilish creation over and into her sole. Her sole glistened and sparkled in the torchlight, crying for subjugation at his hands.

As the seconds dragged on she heard the squealch again, followed by a fresh coating of evil applied to her left foot. Squirming, her mind raced with fear while her heart ached and yearned, dragging her unwilling body forward towards its devastation. Spreading her lips, she squirmed within the chair as the time towards her destruction flew by too quickly, the pace of his hand over her forbidden flesh hastening as he prepared her for her swan song. The sound of his rocky voice broke through the air and his dark eyes glinted against hers, the ruby light of her toes reflected within them for a moment. “While I do this, think of the last few minutes. Focus on it with all of your being.”

His hands dipped, and the rip of velcro rushed through the air as his flesh vanished into the gloves of darkness he held. A tiny quake spasmed within her heart as goosebumps formed against her neck. With all of her body, she knew what would follow. Leaning her head upward, she peered over her ruby toes, catching a splash of blue spikes. As she sucked air through her teeth the sound of velcro split through the air, and in an instant the dark glove wiggled in the mirror to the tune of his fingers. Without hesitation, he pounced towards her feet.

Even before he touched her, she shrieked loudly, her cries whipping around her like the stormy winds that roared outside. Thunder cracked and splintered through the air at the touch, the electricity of the first strike rippling through her body. As the rubber spikes first touched her heels, she began thrashing in her bindings as the need to escape, to run away, over took her body. With all of her might, she screamed out at the top of her lungs "No! No! Nonononoahhhhhahahahah!" Jumping within the chair, her body barely flinched as she howled with laughter.

"Ahhhh!" she cried out, her eyes wide and covered in fear as his palms crested over her heels. As their touch splintered against the arches and wrapped over the edges of her feet while coating her heels she felt her voice rip through her throat, as she cried out another "Ahhhhh!" Clenching her eyes shut, she screamed wildly, her voice hammering into the walls around her, alerting the world to her sensitivity, "AHHHHHAHAHA!"

Drenched in the darkness, she found herself falling away from her body, the sensations assaulting her soles overpowering her, slamming her into the chair and pinning her to it. Ripping her eyes open, she allowed herself to return to the world, unable to cope with the deprivation of her senses. Her cries became like the rain as she howled endlessly, her body melting into the chair as the touch grew ever upward. The electricity from the lightning that poured over her soles lit the river of fire within her alive and it began to hum and glow with a blinding white light.

As he worked ever upward, his hands subtly rippling from side to side as he motioned upward, she remembered his words. Visions of what he had committed to her body frothed upward like a spring, and she felt his tender kisses and tickles, her upper body buzzing with delight, the wonderful feeling merging with the horror that he unearthed within her soles. Flipping her head back and forth, she alternated between screaming out laughter and grumbling with pleasure as the visions of the past felt pressed into her, their touch more real than the onslaught against her feet.

At long last he reached her toes, the rest of her feet overcome with the forest of spiked abominations that sought to ruin her. Then, like a rake beating at naughty leaves, the gloves swept down and before she had time to comprehend the rush of emotion that filled her their awful touch scraped back up. Her immobile soles withstood the assault, unable to wiggle, unable to pull away, bearing the full fury of the siege of her soul as her eyes grew so wide she thought her eyes might roll out. Her jaw fell so far that it ached, and in a single breath she lashed out "Not that fahahahast! It tickles too much!" before rolling over and pouting with laughter.

He smiled and her heart sank while lust flooded through her. Her eyes fell onto her ruby toes and in her heart she wished to watch them suffer, and as her eyes jumped to the mirror, seeing the beauty of her soles smothered behind his gloves, she wished for more than anything to have them punished for the desire they created in her adversary. Whipping his hands up and down, the multitude of spikes scoured her all over, every inch of her flesh overrun with feelings and emotions that seemed to burrow from hell itself to torment her, and in her heart she welcomed it with open arms even as she bayed like a wolf, spluttering out sickly sweet yelps of laughter.

The roar of the storm hissed outside and the door swung open, the wind so thick it was nearly visible as it thrust through the room, kicking the flames onto their sides before banishing them from this world. Her vision slowly sank as the light spluttered away, plucked from each torch one at a time, each one casting a bright beacon of light over her before vanishing all together. As the last one died, she fell into the dark nothingness that surrounded her.

As the void gobbled her up she felt her awareness of herself wink out, leaving her alone with nothing more than her thoughts and her feet. Relishing in the torture, she throbbed with the blissful light, feeling it flow through her as she began to groan out a moan before shrieking with laughter again. "Aiiieahahaha!" she cried out as her feet seemed to grow in size beneath her, dwarfing her existence. Every strike against them became more palpable, echoing against her mind a hundred times as the deathly touch of the gloves gnawed at her. She could feel each individual prong strike against her, falling down on its side and sweeping up her sole. The storm of sensation garbed her feet, the glove allowing them to mold to her flesh and press into her curves while her feet twitched and flexed with all of their might, desperate to flee the battle. The demonic prongs held her in place, unable to wiggle, unable to squirm away, forced to endure the brutal assault.

She felt herself begin to peel apart, layer by layer, with each laugh, the man at her feet taunting her through the darkness, picking at her, pulling her apart. A deep fear latched into her as a hot tightness gripped into her chest. Huffing in air, she felt her rib cage expand with bottled laughter as though she would explode in the mere instant that she required to regain her breath between endlessly laughing. Crying louder, harder, she attempted to please him, to please herself, yet with each cry she only fueled her own emotions further, dread filling her with the thought that this, in turn, would drive him further as he scrubbed away her sanity. Her mind began to wink in and out and she clawed desperately at it in hopes to maintain herself, but she knew. She knew she was broken already, that she would never recover. He had won, long ago, and though her body thrashed in the bindings, though her mind spiraled to maintain itself and though her feet suffered more than she ever thought conceivable she wanted to remain, to laugh forever, to endure and to break over and over again. To please him.

In that darkness, with those thoughts, she felt a true helplessness set in. Even without the bindings she could not will herself to resist, even with the insane touches that crashed over her again and again, she knew she would offer herself up over and over. She felt herself slip further into the darkness, falling downward into it as she laughed and screamed, the rain-slick winds spiraling around her as she drifted away.

As he used the fingers of the gloves to nurture the bottoms of her toes, she began to feel herself crack apart, the magma-like light burning at her skin and pouring from her. She felt the flames wash over her, licking at her bones. All around her a great blanket of heat clung to her, holding her prisoner within her own body as she shrieked louder and louder. Her throat grew raw, and she knew her face to be a bright red. Wet clumps of hair clung to her face, and tears ran down her cheeks as her laughter became fewer and fewer, turning into loud, whining sobs and moans. Groaning loudly, the edges of her lips curved downward and she sobbed wildly as her body popped and crackled. "NO MORE!" she cried out desperately.

A stiffing silence greeted her, and the touches to her soles slowed, then evaporated. Huffing in air, she silently wept, sobbing as she shifted her ankles, trying to rub the soles of her feet against the tops of them. She knew her soles to be a bright pink as they sung and buzzed praise of their tormentor while she coughed for air, giggling lightly while specters stabbed at her soles with their pointed pitchforks. Lightning snapped outside, and the room filled with a violent purple light, and in that moment she saw the bottle of lotion, heard the snap of the lid. "No," she choked out before sobbing wildly. A gooey wetness materialized beneath her toes, sifting about, "no, no. No more," she begged more sincerely than she ever had in her life, needing an end to her suffering more than anything she had ever needed. The squirting sound resonated against her spine, and she felt the gooey substance lap beneath the toes of her other foot, the wicked liquid dripping around the ball of her foot. She sucked in air as the droplet raced down, tickling her with its mere presence. "No more, please." The shadow before her shifted, and she felt the lotion whisk downward. "Please. No more. Please."

"Please," she tried again as he began to rub the lotion in, "please, plehehe-hehehehaaaaahhh!ahhh!ahhhahahah." Her cries for mercy faded away into another bout of endless laughter as he siphoned away her life essence by merely touching her feet. For a moment she considered this weakness, that with the lightest of touch against the bottoms of her feet she was turned into a begging, sobbing mess, willing with all of her being to do anything for an end she didn't want. Her body turned against her, simultaneously filling her with a forbidden euphoria while also threatening to overwhelm her with absolute agony. She could feel the two opposing forces merging within her, filling her with an overabundance of joy, enough to last a lifetime and more as she screamed into the night.

Bathing in the blissful pleasure, she rattled within her bondage, shaking and convulsing as she screamed at the ceiling. The laughter began to clog her throat, and she could feel it tightening, a wall of air pressing into her, gagging her as she shimmied about on the table, her damp clothes sticking to her as the waterfall of tears pelted down the sides of her neck and onto her shoulders. All at once her muscles gave way, relaxing, and she felt herself melt into the table as her body acquiesced to her captor, releasing her to the suffering. As though paralyzed she sat perfectly still, silent screams of laughter scraping at her throat, unable to break free of her and announce her torment to the world.

The pleasure within her seared her with agony as she sat, roasting in her own desire. As more and more sensations ambushed her feet, all she could think was that it tickled too good, that she craved more and more, but her body began to collapse. Her bones pushed against her skin, and she felt herself grow weak as air escaped her lungs. Roaring with a moan, she reeled her lips back from her teeth as she clenched them closely together, panting between each scream of pleasure that the man tore from her. Her eyes burned as though blighted by the sun and she could feel her mind unraveling.

"Stop!" she shrieked, his movements not even faltering at her cry. True fear fell over her like a mask as she envisioned her undoing. He really wouldn't stop, she realized as she fought with her body to resist his urges, but it refused to obey, sitting obediently before her interrogator. Whimpering, she called out "uncle!" as he marched ever onward towards her destruction. "Uncle!" A deafening silence met her, and she felt her body shiver with tension. "Uncle! Uncle!" Nothing save the sound of rubber scraping against her came back. Pressing her body into the table, she screamed out "REEED" at the top of her lungs, her words vanishing into the void like a puff of smoke. As she lay there, trembling, her feet overcome with her captor's wrathful vengeance for her beauty and sensitivity, thoughts fret across her mind. Clenching her teeth, she squealed wildly before descending into a series of strained sobs. "An-he-ye-thiiiing!" she pleaded with all of her heart, all of her sincerity. Her mind raced for any word that might halt his advances as the strings that stitched her together came undone, her body spilling onto the floor around her.

Clutching her eyes shut, she slammed her teeth together and spirited out "Pleeeehehehease!" As she rolled about on the table, she shrilly cried out, "I'll do anytheeeheehe! Anything!" Sincerity glossed her spirit as she wholeheartedly wished herself away to him, thoughts racing of all the horrors that might await her to buy but a moment of respite. "Please! Pleeheheheaaase!" She screeched out, her words shattering like ice on pavement as she realized the only thing that would stop him. Images of her feet danced before her, and though her mind said no, her heart slapped it aside, readily forging the words and binding her soul to them "I'll promise you-- I'll promise youuuhoohoo!" Clamping her teeth together, she hissed out a series of teetering giggles before crying out "My feet! I promise them to you!"

The chaotic kiss of the gloves continued to scrape at her, faster and harder, chipping away at her, revealing her truest form. She felt his thoughts press into her, felt him thinking 'Swear it.' Slamming her head into the rest behind her, she squeaked out, "I'll be your tickle slave!" Before twisting onto her side, her body contorting at the words she felt herself forced to call out. "Anything! ANYTHING!" She felt the spikes slip over her toes and she cackled maddeningly, her throat seizing up as she slipped further into the void around her. "Anything! Please, just STAHAHAHAP!"

After her final cry she fell away, sliding through the darkness, only dimly aware of her body. She watched over herself as though dreaming, her body writhing about as he squeezed her for every ounce of ticklishness she had to offer, the life fading from her form as she slowly spluttered to a standstill, no longer struggling or laughing, just laying there, limply dancing to his touch. Even then, even where she stood, it felt more real than possible, the gloves more honest and pointed than ever before. She could feel the room spinning around her as she took in laborious breaths of air, his hands reaching through her, striking at her soul, their touches rattling directly against her brain.

Rocking back and forth in the chair, she felt the room twirling around her in the silence. She vaguely recalled the taste of chocolate and the sweet kiss of cool, refreshing water pouring down her tongue. Time crawled around her like sludge, and she heard the rattle of metal as her dizzy gaze focused, her eyes blinking slowly at the dark shape that stood over her. A tightness gripped the ends of her lips, then wrapped around the side of her face. Inhaling a deep breath through her nose, the familiar taste of cloth greeted her. Smiling widely, she weakly called out “mmph!” pulling at her wrists and shifting her ankles within the bondage as he turned his back to her. “Mmph-mmph!” she tried again as he spun about towards her, his hands moving to either side of her head. The thunderous drumming of the rain popped out of existence.

Shivering so wildly that the table shook beneath her, she watched as he slowly lifted a black length of cloth, spreading his hands apart from one another as he turned to her. A streak of lightning blazed from the door, transforming the blackened room to a bright purple. The ethereal light spilled around him, casting him in shadow so that only his wide smile remained. She could feel the white teeth of his grin and the sinister look in his eyes, and as the shadows vanquished the light once more, he sped towards her, darkness taking her sight from her. There, locked in her own world away from that one, she sat, openly crying as her heart ripened within her while a flood of rejuvenating energy seeped through her. Her mind raced to the chocolate and water as a rush of re-invigoration spread through her. As she realized he meant to continue, she felt the cool touch of sludge kiss her feet and she knew with her whole body. With every fiber of her being, she knew.

The instant he began scraping the gloves up and down her slick soles she lost any sense of the world around her, constantly falling, spinning to her demise. There, in her own private reality, the only thing for her was the tickling. Every part of her body focused upon it as though they sat in a dreary audience, watching her feet perform for her. She shrieked and screamed into the gag, the cries bubbling from the bottoms of her feet and rising through her entire body, filling her with a wonderful, blazing joy. There was nothing left for her, nothing for her to do except laugh and suffer. Melting into the chair beneath her, she relaxed, accepting her existence, accepting tickling as her one and only truth. It was so easy to laugh, to free herself of the former world and to simply be. Tickled. Tickling. For eons she imagined her feet, watching them suffer as she grinned with a forbidden catharsis, drooling at the beauty of herself as she was, in that moment.
 
Chapter 12

Lost in space and time, she sat, floating in the darkness as wicked spirits assaulted her feet from beyond her body while the violent starlight she grew and nurtured pulsed wickedly, sending excruciating pain coursing through her body. Sinking further into the clawing void, she sobbed, crying wildly as she sat, trapped within her body, trapped within the horrid sensations that plagued her. The darkness continued to taunt and torment her, shadowy hands ripping at her from all sides, stroking her tender flesh as she howled soundlessly into the depths. With every piece of sugary-infused energy she could muster she weeped, overcome with a raging storm of emotions so fierce she could not force herself to comprehend it.

Her body buzzed to silence though her feet still smarted, singing of their blessed sensitivity. Inhaling, she twisted her head back and forth, feeling the dark airs around her swirling and spiraling as her body seemingly flip flopped through the umbral winds. A pointed kiss pressed into either elbow and she shook wildly as tears splattered down through the cloth, pooling into a sheet of water that trickled over her cheeks. The diabolically sharp tools of nature's torturers slowly edged upward along the inside of her immobile arms. To the right of her hip the table shifted, and then a similar pressure gripped to her left while a weight pressed over her body.

Imagining a python straddling her, tasting her with the pronged edges of its long tongues, she felt the hiss of the feathers edge up her arms as she shook and wailed, the deathly touches stitching the torment of the previous hours thoroughly into her. Her body ached and tingled, the golden aura that she housed throbbing with wild pain while the snake licked up her arms, towards her armpits. As his touch crawled ever nearer she shook the table harder, the need to free herself from his grip overwhelming her from all sides.

Despite it all the feathers scratched at those sensitive concaves, cresting around the inner edges before dipping inward. Her head pressed into the back, and she screamed wildly as the sensations trickled down the sides of her arms before running down the backs of her legs. A crazed itch rummaged up and down her spine while the touches rippled to her feet, the caresses repeating over them, speeding up and down her arches, giving her the impression as though the serpent labored his tongue up and down her soles as well. All over again she felt the memories of the scrub brushes against her soles, the touch of the feather reigniting those flames such that it felt like she endured them all over again.

A scribbly sob rolled through her throat as the feathers crossed over her shoulders and on top of her neck, fluttering back and forth as the demon painted his passion over her. As the feathers raced over her skin, it seemed as though they left a liquid trail of raw, primordial emotion that seared across her body. Then he slowly scratched their tips downward, pointing them towards her breasts. Weakling moaning out an "mmph," she tilted her head to her side, knowing that begging was no use. "mmph," she called out again despondently as he swept over the tops of her breasts several times. Her skin began to crawl, buzzing with life as she sat there, water freely rolling from her open eyes as he tormented her.

In the darkness she imagined herself straddled by the characters of her stories, feathers in hand and determined looks of spiced malice and eager revenge in their eyes. As they approached, she began to flail within her bondage, desperately crying out "Mmm-mmph!" while she fought off the illusions. Provoked by her, they let the feather tips fall against her as they leaned into her ears, reminding her of what she made them suffer through out of her own selfish lust. For everything they did to her, they said, they would invoke a wrath so furious she would never be the same.

The blinding anguish that she bottled within her stabbed at her from all sides like a ball of needles, their steely tips piercing through her while her creations sought to undo her. At her elbows she felt the tender kiss of the feathers, feeling them slowly crawl up towards her underarms again. Thrusting upward with her hips, she pushed against the snake that held her captive while screaming into the gag with all of her might, her tears staining her gag with salt that oozed across her tongue. Undeterred, the feathers fanned her underarms and she quaked, spasming against the table.

Struggling to count the times he let the feathers dance across her, she felt the number escape her multiple times throughout the torture as she fell through time, no longer aware of herself within this plane. Again and again she relived the same moment, the haunting sensations scraping at her feet so real that she was unsure of what was going on beyond her body while she floated backwards. She could still see that man torturing her feet with unabashed glee, the memory of his touch so real that she began to scream anew. Somewhere the feathers disappeared and she felt the dried out husk of her body floating down a blackened river, her mind pressing into her forehead as it tried to sense the world, to know the nature of the next attack. Weaving back and forth, she rolled her shoulders and twisted her neck, trying to ascertain anything beyond the chair beneath her.

A scent of rain and disturbed earth slithered across her nose before being snuffed out by a familiar perfume like smell. Unable to understand the thoughts that crossed her mind, she felt her body begin to reflexively thrash, unsure of what was occurring. As though her brain was layered with a thick sheet of ice, she froze just as a slimy wet sensation gurgled beneath her toes. Pushing her tongue into the gag, she screamed with all of the might that her former self knew in its prime.

While her spirit melted, spilling over the couch and onto the floor beneath her, she sensed her body continuing to struggle, howling with an abyssal pain as he began scrubbing at her feet again. Sinking through the floor, she felt her mind relax with relief while her body suffered. Then, beyond the darkness, she envisioned a great beacon before her, calling her back. She knew it was him and she ran towards him, eagerly climbing through the cement floor before crawling back towards her body. He needed her, he needed her to be present, to suffer for him. A broad smile wrapped around her face and she wept openly, her heart full of pride and happiness at the thought of pleasing him. Taking seat in her body, she reveled in the unruly emotions he scraped against the bottoms of her feet, savoring them with her entire spirit.

At the same time she screamed endlessly, gibbering nonsense as her chest tightened with a slobbering sorrow. As though she were choking herself, she made strained gagging sounds while simpering, judicious agony galloped down her cheeks. All of her muscles felt as though they were iron, pushing at her skin while her cheeks gnawed at her eyes, a searing pain bundled into them as though a squirrel packed her full of acorns. Through the void, she suddenly thought not of the gloves and spikes, but of his teeth. A piercing shriek rolled through the gag as she saw him stooped over her soles, biting into both of them at once, along every part of her skin. As if he raked his teeth up and down her feet, she screamed with a furious passion while he chewed on her, eating her alive.

Then the fog faded for a brief moment and she gasped, inhaling a breath of air before screaming anew. The gloom collapsed together, taking form, and she saw herself standing above her body, above her feet, above her ruby toes. She watched the wicked visage, the glint of ruby reflecting in her eyes before she tapped at the tip of her big toe. The demonic hallucination raised its hands, tugging the gloves on tightly before dropping them downward.

With hitherto unknown fury she felt the sensations at her feet pick up even faster than before. The prongs ran up and down her soles, rubbing into her arches and the centers of her feet, across her toes and around her heels while smother the balls of her feet. They spilled over the edges of her feet and all at once spun about, gyrating against her like a field of hay in a tsunami. Every part of her skin tingled, buzzed and screamed at once while she sobbed maniacally, overpowered by the primeval emotions that assailed her. Smothered by the sensations, she felt herself spinning into the void again, spinning out of control while her feet were made playthings of the devil before her. Dark vines crawled through her body, choking around her organs and muscles, strangling her, sucking her strength from her while a cloak of golden light draped around her shoulders, hugging her into a cocoon of euphoria. Wrapped in the warmth radiance, she felt an anchor tugging at her heart, tugging her downward. With great conviction she willingly leapt towards the weight, her heart gleefully taking her back through the tunnel of spiraling madness that assaulted her from all sides while she wilted away, crying with joy.

Years rolled onward as she laughed without emitting a sound. Her feet buzzed with so much potent tickling that, even as she knew he had stopped, she lay there giggling. The bindings lifted and sound and light returned to her, but still she sat there, squirming in the chair, giggling at the hellish winds that tore at her soles. The world around her buzzed and spun so rapidly she could only see it from a great distance. The tightness at her mouth lifted, and chocolate pressed into her mouth, followed by a waterfall of cool rain while the familiar nuzzling of rope bound her ankles and wrists together. Moments later the gag gripped into her once again and the world swayed. Though she could not grasp anything around her, she knew that she rested on his shoulder, her ankles and wrists drawn to the floor by the righteous reminder of rope. Her tortured feet hanging limply as he scooped up her shoes and swept up the stairs.

The clutching hands of stiffing darkness clawed at her as she returned to the world above ground, her eyes swimming through the fog and glancing off the sound of crickets far beyond the tree line. She heard the van door open, and then felt herself land softly on the back chair. Pulling her knees upward, she slipped one bare foot over the other as she hunkered there, silently praying a million thank yous into the night as the engine revved up. For a short eternity the car tumbled through the night, the vehicle slanted downhill as she rubbed the skin of her maddeningly softened soles together. Just as her consciousness returned to her, she realized she was still barefoot. The van stopped, his footfalls scraping against the dirt outside. Suddenly the door slid open and she saw his shadow, darker than the black trees behind him. Stepping into the vehicle, she saw her shoes dangling in his hands, those trophies of his victory over her clattering against one another. In a swift motion he looped his hands around her ankles, spinning her onto her stomach and holding her bare feet above her. Though she couldn't see him, she knew he smiled with wicked determination as the look she envisioned clasped around her own lips just before her shoes thumped next to her shoulders and his soft touch fell against her soles, forcing her to scream with helpless laughter into the night.
 
Epilogue

Outside of her window birds chirped and she felt herself slip from a dream, her body weighing heavily in the mattress. Her limbs and chest felt so sore from the efforts of struggling that she could barely lift them. Through her eyelashes she watch the minutes climb away, then vanish into a double zero as she drifted back and forth between this world and her own private one. Images of the night before flashed in her mind, and she winced, clenching the toes of her feet.

Thanking her lucky stars that the whole mess of this occurred on a Friday, she remained in bed, bundled up in her covers, cowering from the world. As the morning slithered by, smothered by the wicked daylight, she felt a heat bluster through her as memories of her kidnapping bristled along the back of her neck, those thoughts a great bellows, nurturing the desire within her. The hours crept by and the feelings grew ever stronger, until after the moon vanquished the daylight and her phone buzzed.

Digging through the void, she found the device, its evil glow pounding at her. After activating the screen, she saw a message marked from restricted, and as she swiped it open she saw a video open up showing her, wrapped in bondage and barefoot. Nervously, she touched the screen with her thumb, activating the video and as she sat there, basking in the glow of her device, she religiously watched her suffering from his point of view, studying it, studying herself. After it ended she found herself hastily leaping from her mattress, towards her closet. Fumbling in the dark, she found her hidden bottles of lotion and baby oil before sneaking away to the kitchen for plastic wrap. In the darkness and by the blushing moonlight she set it to play again, mimicking the actions she so vividly remembered as she heatedly applied the lotion, then the oil before trapping her feet within the plastic while she prayed for even more agony the next time. The next time, she thought to herself as she let out a breathless “oh god.”

As the days dragged onward she found herself sitting in public, crossing one leg over the other and subtly edging the heel of her shoe away, dangling it from her toes and letting it waggle at those passing by as she flashed the sole of her very bare and helpless foot. A smidgen of lust bubbled within her as she hoped some dastardly fiend might come over, swiping her shoe from her before holding her down and doing terrible things to her foot so that she screamed in delight, yet nobody noticed.

Feeling her eyes drag towards the mountains, she spread her toes apart and felt the shoe slip away, clattering to the ground and leaving her bare and naked as she lightly whispered 'whoops' and gripped her fingers into the edge of the skirt. A breeze blustered by, slathering up her sole before winding around her neck. Giggling lightly, she pressed her shoulders inward and drew her left hand upward, wiggling her fingers behind her neck as she clenched her toes while the wind teased her, reminding her of the night before.

A lump formed in her throat as her gaze hung on the mountains, her breath freezing as wicked thoughts latched onto her. Biting her lower lip, she slipped her foot back into her shoe as she shakily withdrew her phone, calling a ride. As the car pulled up she pointed off to the lonely house in the mountain and they took off.

Slipping through the winding road, she watched out the window as the valley fell away before her, the sun drifting to sleep behind the horizon as royal purple speckled in like a warm haze. As she stared through the thick foliage, barely able to see between the thick greenery and the trees that nearly hugged each other, she felt a rock of heat sizzling beneath her heart. This is a mistake, she thought, as she set her hands on her knees and opened her mouth to request the driver to turn around. Her soles itched, and she clamped her teeth together as she clenched her toes, a mischievous smirk forming against them.

The lonely house sparked into existence from around a bend and the car slowed, crunching over rocks and gravel as it came to a standstill at the door. For a moment she hesitated, then she pushed the door open, slowly clicking it shut behind her. As she stood before the mountain like porch rising before her, she heard the wheels of the vehicle crackle against the road, leaving her behind. All around her, bugs chirped and chattered. With a gulp, she set a foot onto the wooden plank with a click, rising up towards the steps.

She knocked. Gripping the hem of her skirt, she pointed her toes inward and felt a rush of heat spin across her cheeks as she looked away. Long seconds chipped at her and a blazing tightness gripped at her chest, just below her shoulders, as she felt the words "this is a mistake" slither across her mind over and over. The sound of the lock lifting scrawled against her mind, and she jumped in place, facing forward as the door swung open. He stood there, tall and garbed in shadow, then waved for her to enter with a warm smile on his face.

With eyes bent downward she slowly shuffled in, then she felt the soothing, soft warmth of his hand as he set it at the center of her back before slipping it across her opposing shoulder. As though she were a puppet and he had taken her strings, she sped forward from the entryway, towards a brown leather couch. In front of it, on a coffee table lying in wait rested several of his toys. Her eyes sparked against the bottle of baby oil, and she felt herself inhale deeply as she saw those wicked gloves again. Then there was the rope, long and straight lengths, the braiding almost thicker than two of her fingers. She wouldn't escape from that. Too quickly she approached the couch and felt her weight give way so that she collapsed into it before nervously tugging her skirt towards her knees.

Pushing several lengths of rope towards her, he raised his chin towards it and she gulped. He sat down next to her and as though he pulled them up himself, she raised her heels and twisted her legs, setting her feet down in his lap as a puddle of giddiness spread through her, reflecting an image of fear across its surface. Scooping up the rope, he laid it across her ankle and she reached forward, biting her lip as she spun it into a small pair of rope handcuffs before tying it off. Wiggling her feet, she felt the rope bite and tug at her, pulling her ankles together.

Handing her the second length, she pressed her wrists together and folded the rope over them, then looped it over the middle before leaning down, tugging with her teeth. A delicate touch pinched the rope, and he pulled it tight, her wrists dragging together just as he knotted it off. From his pocket he took out a small cloth then reached forward, and in an instant she saw darkness claim her vision as a tightness pulled at the back of her hair. Gentle warmth nudged at her shoulder, tilting her slightly, and she obeyed, rolling over and presenting her back to him as she flipped her foot bottoms towards him.

Wiggling her feet momentarily, she felt his touch at her heels, and then felt her shoes whisked away into the darkness, thankfully forgotten. She gasped as the sudden feeling of nakedness and helplessness set in. Gentle air greased her soles and she grit her teeth, clenching her toes as she twisted her ankles back and forth before flapping her feet independently of one another as she thought to herself that she just placed herself right in this monster's hands. Her breathing increased, and she folded her right foot behind her other as heat pushed against her eyes. He would have his way with her feet because of what she did. She had laid them there, all alone, to be abused and tickled. Nobody knew she was here, nobody would rescue her. Her breathing became rapid as the final thought flit over and over. She was at his mercy.

Several lingering moments passed and nothing happened. Biting her lower lip, she slowly twisted her head as she tried to peer through the darkness. Then she remembered that night and she took in a deep breath, thinking no. Not that. The seconds oozed on around her and she felt sweat press into her forehead. Heat flared against her soles and an awful tightness pressed into her chest as the urge to suffer set in, the need to laugh stifling her breath. Slowly, quietly, she mewled out, "please tickle my feet.” She gulped, feeling the words surge of their own accord, “my master."

In that instant she felt her heart collapse. She felt herself falling through that dreadful darkness as every piece of resistance she held within her faded away. Her body cracked and crumpled, and she felt herself falling to pieces as she realized he won. He broke her, not last night but at the moment she acknowledged him as her master. Everything before, she realized as she drew in a shaky breath, was but a prologue to what she would face. She needed this, she needed to suffer at his hand. He had won, she realized as she wiggled her toes, fending off the monstrous heat of desire that rolled across them. He had won, and she knew with every fiber of her body that she would bare herself before him, again and again, allowing him to have his way with her feet. Sucking in her upper lip, she bit into it as a yearning sob rumbled deep in the back of her chest while emotion flared within her and all other thoughts faded away. She wanted this more than anything, she thought to herself as he touched her ankles, twisting them slightly.

The touch of his breath drizzled down her backside and a warmth wrapped around her chest, just below her neck as he pulled her body tightly into his. His blue jeans scraped at the tops of her feet, and she wiggled them in his lap, her soles exposed before him. Inhaling a deep breath, she felt a tightness around her heart as a feeling of helplessness greater than their long night together overtook her while wind rumbled at her soles. It was coming, she realized as she attempted to tense up, finding herself unable to. Then, instead, she felt a tug at her collar, and his soft lips grazed the back of her neck. Groaning, her muscles relaxed as he sat back. She shuffled her hips as he called out and wiggled her toes seductively as he called out, "As you wish."
 
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