nylonmaniac
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Jan 22, 2006
- Messages
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The Convention Part 2
Frank adjusted the ankle cuffs again as Gina eased into the bench with a deep breath. She sat tall, straightening her navy blouse as if preparing for a deposition, not a tickle demo.
“These nylons are thinner than I expected,” she muttered, wiggling her freshly nylon-covered toes. The taupe fabric clung snugly to her feet, casting a sheer sheen over her arches and toes.
“They’re 10-denier — ultra-sheer,” Frank said, crouching in front of the stocks. “Low resistance, high sensitivity. Think of them as… nervous system amplifiers.”
Gina scoffed. “You’re really into the science of this.”
“Someone has to be,” Frank replied. “Now, you said no warm-up?”
“None,” she said, her voice clipped, lips pursed in challenge. “Go right for the brush.”
The small crowd leaned in slightly — Tanya sipping water nearby, Nora still kneeling on the carpet in front of the nylon box like it was a treasure chest, and Lana, who was still standing with her arms crossed but now visibly intrigued.
Frank took the soft detail brush and gave Gina one last look. “You sure?”
“Please. I do compliance audits in oil fields. I can handle a soft brush.”
Without another word, he pressed the tip of the brush just beneath the ball of her left foot and began circling.
The reaction was instant.
Gina flinched so hard the cuffs rattled.
“Oh—!” Her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide. “That’s—hah—oh my God! That’s insane!”
Frank didn’t let up, swirling the brush in slow, deliberate loops across the center of her arch. Her toes wiggled frantically in their nylon sheath, the thin fabric shimmering under the lights.
“Holy hell,” she gasped. “That’s illegal in—hahahaha—three states!”
The laughter came fast and unwilling. Gina threw her head back, shoulders twitching, trying to twist in place despite the restraints.
Tanya leaned toward Lana and whispered, “That’s the same brush that got me.”
Lana nodded slowly, clearly taking notes in her head.
Frank moved to Gina’s right foot now, brushing vertically from heel to toe, letting the nylon stretch slightly beneath the bristles.
“Oh no nononono—hahaha—don’t do both!”
The serious consultant was now a writhing, giggling mess, trying in vain to pull her feet back through the stocks.
Frank paused after another few seconds and gave her a moment to catch her breath.
Gina’s chest heaved, her blouse now untucked slightly at the waist. She blinked behind her glasses, regaining composure — or trying to.
“I hate you,” she panted.
“You signed the waiver,” Frank said with a grin.
“That brush should come with a trauma warning,” she muttered, brushing her hair back and shaking her head. “God. I haven’t laughed like that in… I don’t know how long.”
She sat up, slowly pulling her feet back as Frank released the cuffs. The nylons clung tighter now, slightly stretched from all the wiggling.
As she stood, still adjusting her suit, Nora gave her a sideways look.
“Well?”
Gina straightened her glasses. “It’s effective. I’d sign that clause in a heartbeat — if I got to be on the giving end.”
Frank held up the brush again. “We do train supervisors too.”
Lana raised her hand slightly. “All right. I need to see it from both sides before I judge. Give me the black pair.”
Nora’s eyes widened. “Wait—you’re going in?”
Lana just shrugged, already stepping out of her heels. “If it’s going in my report, it needs firsthand review.”
Gina sat back down on the bench, massaging her sides, breath still catching every few moments. “You’re in for it.”
Frank opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of jet-black nylons.
“Next?” he said, smiling as he held them out.
Lana rolled the black nylons up her calves slowly and deliberately, her expression unreadable as a crowd of amused and curious attendees gathered around. Her navy blazer still looked immaculate, but her heels were set neatly aside, and the glint in her eye said she was ready to prove a point — one way or another.
“These are tighter than I expected,” she muttered, smoothing the nylons over her feet and flexing her toes.
“Snug fit improves the glide,” Frank said. “Black tends to feel the most intense for some. Maybe psychological. Maybe the weave.”
She gave him a dry look. “You say that like it’s science.”
“I’ve done a lot of field tests,” he replied.
Lana raised an eyebrow, then settled herself onto the bench. “All right. Two minutes, right? That’s it?”
“Give or take,” Frank said, gently guiding her ankles into the stocks. The leather cuffs closed with soft clicks, and Lana let out a slow breath as she tested them — minimal movement, total exposure. The glossy black nylons shimmered under the booth lighting, hugging her soles like a second skin.
“Let’s not pretend I’m not going to hate this,” she said, more to the gathered crowd than to Frank.
Frank smiled. “You might be surprised.”
Tanya chuckled softly. “We all were.”
Frank began with the feather, gliding it slowly down the side of Lana’s left foot. There was no reaction at first. A small shrug. A skeptical lift of the chin.
He repeated the pass along her arch. Nothing.
Then he dragged the feather directly under all five toes in a quick flick.
Lana jolted and stifled a laugh. “Okay. That was a cheap shot.”
Frank nodded. “Now we’re calibrated.”
He set the feather down and picked up a dual-tip makeup brush — slightly stiffer bristles than the one he used on Gina. He began a light flicking motion across the tops of her toes, where the nylons stretched tight.
Lana clenched her fists. “Nope. Nope. Not funny. That is deeply unpleasant.”
But the corners of her mouth betrayed her. Her jaw trembled as the brush dipped lower, tracing her arch in a zigzag motion. Then both brushes made contact — one for each foot.
Lana cracked.
She erupted into sharp, high laughter, shoulders bouncing with every swipe of the brush. “No! No—absolutely not—hahahahaha! I’m going to file a grievance!”
Frank grinned. “See? We’ve barely started.”
“Barely?! You criminal! Stop—oh god, the arches—HAAAAhahaha—”
The black nylons made each stroke slicker, more unpredictable, and the brushes skated across her soles like skates on ice. Her laughter went up an octave when Frank began teasing under the base of her toes.
“THIS IS EXCESSIVE,” she shouted between laughs. “I’M IN HR—STOP—OH MY GOD—”
The crowd was cracking up now too, Gina especially. “So… you gonna add this to the training manual?”
“Shut up, Gina!” Lana wheezed, laughing so hard tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.
Frank paused at the two-minute mark, letting her breathe. Her face was flushed, blazer slightly rumpled, feet twitching in the stocks like they were still expecting the next wave.
When he finally released her ankles, Lana slowly sat up, brushing her hair back and blinking through the remnants of laughter.
“I… need water. And therapy. Possibly both.”
Tanya offered her a bottle, still grinning. “Welcome to the club.”
Lana stood slowly, placing her heels back on but making no move to take off the nylons. “That was… I don’t even know. Effective doesn’t begin to cover it.”
Nora stood nearby, still holding a pair of nude nylons and chewing her lip.
“You’re up,” Gina said, nodding toward the bench.
Nora hesitated. Then her grin widened. “You know what? Why not. I want the full experience — toe ties and everything.”
Frank turned slowly. “You sure?”
“Oh yeah,” Nora said, already stepping out of her dress shoes. “Let’s see what I’ve been missing.”
Nora slipped her heels off and stepped closer with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
“I haven’t worn these since… maybe college? Definitely not voluntarily,” she said, holding them up to the light. “They’re so thin.”
“They’re meant to disappear on the leg,” Frank said. “But trust me — they don’t disappear at all when the tickling starts.”
Tanya laughed from behind her. “You’re gonna feel every molecule of air through those things.”
Gina crossed her arms. “And you asked for toe ties? Ambitious.”
“I want the full package,” Nora replied, flashing a grin. “Besides, if you’re gonna laugh like an idiot in public, might as well go all in.”
She sat on the padded bench, crossing one leg over the other, and carefully rolled the first nylon up her foot. The others leaned forward a bit as the silky fabric slid smoothly over her arch, wrapping snug around her toes. Her foot flexed instinctively once it was fully covered.
“Oh wow… these are slippery,” she said, eyes widening. “And they make everything feel… exposed.”
“That’s the idea,” Lana murmured, sipping her water. “They’re evil.”
Nora slipped the second nylon on and adjusted both, tugging them gently to smooth out any wrinkles.
Frank was already kneeling in front of the stocks again. “Feet together, please.”
She swung her legs forward, settling her ankles into place, the nylons catching the light with a soft sheen. Frank secured the cuffs snugly, then reached into a side drawer and pulled out a small satin pouch.
Nora raised an eyebrow. “Is that what I think it is?”
Frank opened it, revealing a neatly coiled set of thin, soft cotton toe ties. “For immobilization. Keeps the toes back so we can reach the undersides.”
She let out a small, excited laugh. “God, this is ridiculous. I love it.”
“Once they’re on, there’s no escape,” Frank said, as he gently took her right foot in hand.
The moment he began separating her toes — guiding the tie between the big and second toe — Nora flinched.
“Whew—okay, that’s already weirdly intimate.”
Frank chuckled. “Most reactions start right about here.”
He finished looping the tie around all five toes, gently pulling them back and anchoring the cord to a small eyelet on the stocks. Her toes splayed backward slightly, the nylon stretching taut across her soles.
“Okay,” she whispered, watching him move to her left foot. “That feels… incredibly vulnerable.”
Tanya leaned in with a grin. “Wait until the brush gets under there. You’ll understand why I nearly kicked Frank in the head.”
Frank finished the second foot, repeating the same delicate restraint. Now both of Nora’s feet were immobilized — heels secure, arches fully exposed, and toes pulled back just enough to bare every inch of her nylon-clad soles.
She looked down at them and blinked.
“I think I’ve made a terrible decision,” she muttered.
Lana grinned. “You think that now…”
Frank selected a soft-bristled dual-ended brush — the kind with makeup fluff on one end and a dense, tapered detail tip on the other. He looked up at her. “Still good to proceed?”
Nora nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… maybe go easy at first?”
The first stroke of the brush across her left arch had her eyes pop wide.
She burst into immediate, chaotic giggles. “NOPE! Nope—okay, that’s worse than I imagined!”
Frank brushed lightly from side to side, teasing under the arch and toward the base of her helpless toes.
“Oh my god—you guys did not warn me about this part!” she squealed, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from her throat. “You maniacs! This is awful!
Gina was grinning ear to ear. “I tried to warn you!”
Frank switched to the detail end, tracing up between her toes one by one.
That’s when Nora lost it.
Her laughter turned frantic and wheezy, her whole upper body rocking helplessly on the bench. “WHYYYY did I ask for toe ties?! Who DOES THAT?! Hahahahaha—Frank, you MONSTER!”
Frank kept working with expert precision — up and down the arch, around the outer edge of her heel, back across the stretched base of her toes. The nylons only amplified every touch, every flick of the brush.
“I want to quit—I can’t—I can’t—HAAAHAHAHA!” she howled, twisting as much as the stocks allowed. “This is not discipline, this is revenge!”
He paused after just over two minutes, letting her breathe.
Nora collapsed back against the bench, panting and flushed, hair half undone, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.
“Okay,” she gasped, “whoever designed those toe ties is going straight to hell. But like, in a silk-lined coffin.”
Frank gently untied her toes, one foot at a time.
As her soles relaxed and her toes flexed freely again, Nora groaned with relief. “That was… honestly incredible. Horrifying. But incredible.”
Tanya clapped softly. “You win the bravery award today.”
Nora sat up slowly, smoothing her dress and looking down at her feet. “I don’t think I can take these nylons off. They feel like some sort of badge now.”
Frank raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to keep them.”
Lana looked over at the growing line forming behind the booth.
“Looks like you’re gonna need more toe ties.”
Frank adjusted the ankle cuffs again as Gina eased into the bench with a deep breath. She sat tall, straightening her navy blouse as if preparing for a deposition, not a tickle demo.
“These nylons are thinner than I expected,” she muttered, wiggling her freshly nylon-covered toes. The taupe fabric clung snugly to her feet, casting a sheer sheen over her arches and toes.
“They’re 10-denier — ultra-sheer,” Frank said, crouching in front of the stocks. “Low resistance, high sensitivity. Think of them as… nervous system amplifiers.”
Gina scoffed. “You’re really into the science of this.”
“Someone has to be,” Frank replied. “Now, you said no warm-up?”
“None,” she said, her voice clipped, lips pursed in challenge. “Go right for the brush.”
The small crowd leaned in slightly — Tanya sipping water nearby, Nora still kneeling on the carpet in front of the nylon box like it was a treasure chest, and Lana, who was still standing with her arms crossed but now visibly intrigued.
Frank took the soft detail brush and gave Gina one last look. “You sure?”
“Please. I do compliance audits in oil fields. I can handle a soft brush.”
Without another word, he pressed the tip of the brush just beneath the ball of her left foot and began circling.
The reaction was instant.
Gina flinched so hard the cuffs rattled.
“Oh—!” Her mouth dropped open, her eyes wide. “That’s—hah—oh my God! That’s insane!”
Frank didn’t let up, swirling the brush in slow, deliberate loops across the center of her arch. Her toes wiggled frantically in their nylon sheath, the thin fabric shimmering under the lights.
“Holy hell,” she gasped. “That’s illegal in—hahahaha—three states!”
The laughter came fast and unwilling. Gina threw her head back, shoulders twitching, trying to twist in place despite the restraints.
Tanya leaned toward Lana and whispered, “That’s the same brush that got me.”
Lana nodded slowly, clearly taking notes in her head.
Frank moved to Gina’s right foot now, brushing vertically from heel to toe, letting the nylon stretch slightly beneath the bristles.
“Oh no nononono—hahaha—don’t do both!”
The serious consultant was now a writhing, giggling mess, trying in vain to pull her feet back through the stocks.
Frank paused after another few seconds and gave her a moment to catch her breath.
Gina’s chest heaved, her blouse now untucked slightly at the waist. She blinked behind her glasses, regaining composure — or trying to.
“I hate you,” she panted.
“You signed the waiver,” Frank said with a grin.
“That brush should come with a trauma warning,” she muttered, brushing her hair back and shaking her head. “God. I haven’t laughed like that in… I don’t know how long.”
She sat up, slowly pulling her feet back as Frank released the cuffs. The nylons clung tighter now, slightly stretched from all the wiggling.
As she stood, still adjusting her suit, Nora gave her a sideways look.
“Well?”
Gina straightened her glasses. “It’s effective. I’d sign that clause in a heartbeat — if I got to be on the giving end.”
Frank held up the brush again. “We do train supervisors too.”
Lana raised her hand slightly. “All right. I need to see it from both sides before I judge. Give me the black pair.”
Nora’s eyes widened. “Wait—you’re going in?”
Lana just shrugged, already stepping out of her heels. “If it’s going in my report, it needs firsthand review.”
Gina sat back down on the bench, massaging her sides, breath still catching every few moments. “You’re in for it.”
Frank opened the drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of jet-black nylons.
“Next?” he said, smiling as he held them out.
Lana rolled the black nylons up her calves slowly and deliberately, her expression unreadable as a crowd of amused and curious attendees gathered around. Her navy blazer still looked immaculate, but her heels were set neatly aside, and the glint in her eye said she was ready to prove a point — one way or another.
“These are tighter than I expected,” she muttered, smoothing the nylons over her feet and flexing her toes.
“Snug fit improves the glide,” Frank said. “Black tends to feel the most intense for some. Maybe psychological. Maybe the weave.”
She gave him a dry look. “You say that like it’s science.”
“I’ve done a lot of field tests,” he replied.
Lana raised an eyebrow, then settled herself onto the bench. “All right. Two minutes, right? That’s it?”
“Give or take,” Frank said, gently guiding her ankles into the stocks. The leather cuffs closed with soft clicks, and Lana let out a slow breath as she tested them — minimal movement, total exposure. The glossy black nylons shimmered under the booth lighting, hugging her soles like a second skin.
“Let’s not pretend I’m not going to hate this,” she said, more to the gathered crowd than to Frank.
Frank smiled. “You might be surprised.”
Tanya chuckled softly. “We all were.”
Frank began with the feather, gliding it slowly down the side of Lana’s left foot. There was no reaction at first. A small shrug. A skeptical lift of the chin.
He repeated the pass along her arch. Nothing.
Then he dragged the feather directly under all five toes in a quick flick.
Lana jolted and stifled a laugh. “Okay. That was a cheap shot.”
Frank nodded. “Now we’re calibrated.”
He set the feather down and picked up a dual-tip makeup brush — slightly stiffer bristles than the one he used on Gina. He began a light flicking motion across the tops of her toes, where the nylons stretched tight.
Lana clenched her fists. “Nope. Nope. Not funny. That is deeply unpleasant.”
But the corners of her mouth betrayed her. Her jaw trembled as the brush dipped lower, tracing her arch in a zigzag motion. Then both brushes made contact — one for each foot.
Lana cracked.
She erupted into sharp, high laughter, shoulders bouncing with every swipe of the brush. “No! No—absolutely not—hahahahaha! I’m going to file a grievance!”
Frank grinned. “See? We’ve barely started.”
“Barely?! You criminal! Stop—oh god, the arches—HAAAAhahaha—”
The black nylons made each stroke slicker, more unpredictable, and the brushes skated across her soles like skates on ice. Her laughter went up an octave when Frank began teasing under the base of her toes.
“THIS IS EXCESSIVE,” she shouted between laughs. “I’M IN HR—STOP—OH MY GOD—”
The crowd was cracking up now too, Gina especially. “So… you gonna add this to the training manual?”
“Shut up, Gina!” Lana wheezed, laughing so hard tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.
Frank paused at the two-minute mark, letting her breathe. Her face was flushed, blazer slightly rumpled, feet twitching in the stocks like they were still expecting the next wave.
When he finally released her ankles, Lana slowly sat up, brushing her hair back and blinking through the remnants of laughter.
“I… need water. And therapy. Possibly both.”
Tanya offered her a bottle, still grinning. “Welcome to the club.”
Lana stood slowly, placing her heels back on but making no move to take off the nylons. “That was… I don’t even know. Effective doesn’t begin to cover it.”
Nora stood nearby, still holding a pair of nude nylons and chewing her lip.
“You’re up,” Gina said, nodding toward the bench.
Nora hesitated. Then her grin widened. “You know what? Why not. I want the full experience — toe ties and everything.”
Frank turned slowly. “You sure?”
“Oh yeah,” Nora said, already stepping out of her dress shoes. “Let’s see what I’ve been missing.”
Nora slipped her heels off and stepped closer with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.
“I haven’t worn these since… maybe college? Definitely not voluntarily,” she said, holding them up to the light. “They’re so thin.”
“They’re meant to disappear on the leg,” Frank said. “But trust me — they don’t disappear at all when the tickling starts.”
Tanya laughed from behind her. “You’re gonna feel every molecule of air through those things.”
Gina crossed her arms. “And you asked for toe ties? Ambitious.”
“I want the full package,” Nora replied, flashing a grin. “Besides, if you’re gonna laugh like an idiot in public, might as well go all in.”
She sat on the padded bench, crossing one leg over the other, and carefully rolled the first nylon up her foot. The others leaned forward a bit as the silky fabric slid smoothly over her arch, wrapping snug around her toes. Her foot flexed instinctively once it was fully covered.
“Oh wow… these are slippery,” she said, eyes widening. “And they make everything feel… exposed.”
“That’s the idea,” Lana murmured, sipping her water. “They’re evil.”
Nora slipped the second nylon on and adjusted both, tugging them gently to smooth out any wrinkles.
Frank was already kneeling in front of the stocks again. “Feet together, please.”
She swung her legs forward, settling her ankles into place, the nylons catching the light with a soft sheen. Frank secured the cuffs snugly, then reached into a side drawer and pulled out a small satin pouch.
Nora raised an eyebrow. “Is that what I think it is?”
Frank opened it, revealing a neatly coiled set of thin, soft cotton toe ties. “For immobilization. Keeps the toes back so we can reach the undersides.”
She let out a small, excited laugh. “God, this is ridiculous. I love it.”
“Once they’re on, there’s no escape,” Frank said, as he gently took her right foot in hand.
The moment he began separating her toes — guiding the tie between the big and second toe — Nora flinched.
“Whew—okay, that’s already weirdly intimate.”
Frank chuckled. “Most reactions start right about here.”
He finished looping the tie around all five toes, gently pulling them back and anchoring the cord to a small eyelet on the stocks. Her toes splayed backward slightly, the nylon stretching taut across her soles.
“Okay,” she whispered, watching him move to her left foot. “That feels… incredibly vulnerable.”
Tanya leaned in with a grin. “Wait until the brush gets under there. You’ll understand why I nearly kicked Frank in the head.”
Frank finished the second foot, repeating the same delicate restraint. Now both of Nora’s feet were immobilized — heels secure, arches fully exposed, and toes pulled back just enough to bare every inch of her nylon-clad soles.
She looked down at them and blinked.
“I think I’ve made a terrible decision,” she muttered.
Lana grinned. “You think that now…”
Frank selected a soft-bristled dual-ended brush — the kind with makeup fluff on one end and a dense, tapered detail tip on the other. He looked up at her. “Still good to proceed?”
Nora nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… maybe go easy at first?”
The first stroke of the brush across her left arch had her eyes pop wide.
She burst into immediate, chaotic giggles. “NOPE! Nope—okay, that’s worse than I imagined!”
Frank brushed lightly from side to side, teasing under the arch and toward the base of her helpless toes.
“Oh my god—you guys did not warn me about this part!” she squealed, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from her throat. “You maniacs! This is awful!
Gina was grinning ear to ear. “I tried to warn you!”
Frank switched to the detail end, tracing up between her toes one by one.
That’s when Nora lost it.
Her laughter turned frantic and wheezy, her whole upper body rocking helplessly on the bench. “WHYYYY did I ask for toe ties?! Who DOES THAT?! Hahahahaha—Frank, you MONSTER!”
Frank kept working with expert precision — up and down the arch, around the outer edge of her heel, back across the stretched base of her toes. The nylons only amplified every touch, every flick of the brush.
“I want to quit—I can’t—I can’t—HAAAHAHAHA!” she howled, twisting as much as the stocks allowed. “This is not discipline, this is revenge!”
He paused after just over two minutes, letting her breathe.
Nora collapsed back against the bench, panting and flushed, hair half undone, tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.
“Okay,” she gasped, “whoever designed those toe ties is going straight to hell. But like, in a silk-lined coffin.”
Frank gently untied her toes, one foot at a time.
As her soles relaxed and her toes flexed freely again, Nora groaned with relief. “That was… honestly incredible. Horrifying. But incredible.”
Tanya clapped softly. “You win the bravery award today.”
Nora sat up slowly, smoothing her dress and looking down at her feet. “I don’t think I can take these nylons off. They feel like some sort of badge now.”
Frank raised an eyebrow. “You’re welcome to keep them.”
Lana looked over at the growing line forming behind the booth.
“Looks like you’re gonna need more toe ties.”
