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The Laughing Tree – */f feet
In a forgotten library several basements below the surface, in a cramped and musty corner ill for light, a well weathered tome sat on a shelf, it's pages yellow and crumpled. Within, the librarian read a tale of a tree.
Deep within the forbidden woods, where entry is banned, a lost young woman strode down a dirt path overgrown by grass. The sun's dying light barely shone through the canopy and the birds crying above grew distant and quiet. Still, she strode ahead, her head held high and her eyes rivaling the sun's brilliance. Behind her, her long autumn hair fluttered like a cape while her boots crunched over discarded leaves. The curved dagger at her hip grew heavy and with each step the shadows grew longer, nipping at the ends of her boots as she stepped. Still, a breeze blew at her back and a song seemed to play ahead of her, drawing her ahead.
Brushing aside several branches, she stepped into a clearing of tall grass that rose towards a small mound of a hill. The birds cawed and circled above and she felt her boots drive ahead of their own accord. Climbing, she looked around, placing a hand over her eyes to guard against the sharp light while she scoured over the tree tops. Somewhere, she thought as she stepped ahead, her eyes skimming the horizon, somewhere there must be a legendary treasure worthy of making this place taboo to enter.
As she stopped, she felt the world around her lull to sleep, her vision growing dark and foggy while music surrounded her. Her toes curled within her boots and her feet grew deathly hot, burning as though she stood on coals. Wouldn't it be nice, after such a long journey, to free her feet of those accursed boots and stand firmly, sole to soil? Shifting about, she bit her lower lip then bent down, unbuckling her boots and stepping free of them, the sharp grass tickling her as she set her skin down against the crumbly soil.
A weight lifted from her shoulders and she suddenly felt freer than ever before. Gripping her toes into the dirt, she sighed, inhaling the fresh, earthy tones of the world as she spread her arms out. Raising her head, the melodies played again, thumping in tune with her heart as a churlish blade of grass whispered between her toes. Wouldn't it be nice to be bound and helpless, to experience such an invigorating feeling here, far from anyone's eyes? A salty smile washed across her lips and she felt agreement bluster through her while she considered how womanly she might look, how glorious and perfect she might be, and as she did she felt a tightness hug against her ankles, binding them together.
Her left wrist twitched and her dagger weighed her down as a slithering sensation crawled up the backs of her legs, pressing her pants into her skin. A little moan rolled through her as she looked down, a vine wrapping up and around her body. Somewhere deep within her she felt a quiet voice call her to attention, but she stifled it, a sense of awe and beauty filling her as she looked down at her bound body. Wiggling about in its grip, she watched as the vine continued upward, splitting apart and spreading around her arms so that they became stiff, unable to move.
The vines wrapped tighter and tighter, binding to her then shooting back down, digging into the soil. With an effortless tug they lifted her into the air while a thin strip wrapped between her toes, tugging them firmly together and pointing them to the ground so that her soles floated behind her, exposed to the world. A breeze blustered around her like a tornado, filling her with the scents of life and she inhaled, rolling her head on her neck as bliss oozed through her. Still, a yearning wrapped around her heart, choking it with its shadowy fingers as the sun set. Wiggling her feet, she felt the grainy touch of the vines securing them, making them nearly immobile. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her defenseless feet were tickled, if she were made to sing the song that hovered around her?
Pride flooded through her, pride and a great desire, a voracious appetite and need. A soft moan scratched through her throat and her eyes fluttered while she wiggled her toes, a great aching pain at the absence of touch stinging against her feet. The vines came to free her, scratching lightly with their tips, providing her the very thing she craved so dearly. Happiness filled her like a blinding light, and she smiled, laughing joyously while the vine throbbed around her in tune with her heartbeat.
She laughed endlessly, the feather like touches quickly growing unbearable and yet necessary. For each spot of skin that they failed to caress a searing pain burrowed there, and before long she wept, praying for release from the tormenting hellfire. The vines acquiesced, and soon her feet were covered with them, her whole body tingling with the ghostly flames of laughter that threatened to consume her. Around her she felt the vines gather and harden, and though she flailed and struggled with all of her might she felt the bindings refuse to yield. The vines toughened to bark, covering her body while a delicious sap that oozed into her mouth, invigorating her with life even while the night claimed the world around her.
In that quiet darkness she heard the crickets chirp and the leaves sway in the black winds, yet she was not aware. All she was aware of were her soles, unprotected by the bark, held hostage by the vines. Then even the vines faded, and her feet were left helpless to the night when still another thought pulsed through her mind as a stick substance trickled above her heels. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her feet were covered in a sweetly sap that attracted the various beasts of the wild so that they might free her of the sticky substance?
Groaning, she felt slime ooze and trickle down her soles, her toes desperate to wiggle about to avoid the sensation. For a moment she bit her lip, tightening her body together as the awful sap slowly slid down her feet, the slime sticking to her and sucking at her skin. The sludge trembled and she felt the sensation of the night air vanish from her as the craven substance claimed her for its own, and with all of her willpower she wiggled her ankles, trying to flick it from her. Tears tugged at her eyes and her heart burned within her.
Soft steps came from behind and her soul bounced within her as a creature trod over the grass, defeating it. Please, she felt herself think, please, please free my feet. A puff of hot air blew against her and she squealed, then a soft wet touch pierced through the slime, lapping it away from her. Her eyes grew wide as she fed the creature, the beast repaying her with agonizing torture. Yet the sensations calmed her, soothed her, and she felt at ease and peace despite laughing wildly and shrieking at the top of her lungs. Even as it worked, the sap replenished itself, and she heard more steps near as a light weight set over her heels followed by the touch of whiskers.
She sang and screamed as the creatures of the night lapped away at her, licking her with their diabolical tongues while she squirmed within her bindings. Joyous heat pulsed within her, and she felt a divine light pour through her while again the voice came. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her song lured still more women here to enjoy the nature of their bodies? Far in the woods she felt a pulsing flame, lost and wandering, turn and point towards her.
Somehow, through her delirium, she knew the other woman approached and she knew that she took her boots off. The woman hugged against the tree, and the vines lifted her from the earth, binding her toes and preparing her soles for the same treatment. They laughed together as the two became one, their feet bound within the bark, exposed to the world while more and more sought them out, to join in their revelry and their celebration of the body.
In a forgotten library several basements below the surface, in a cramped and musty corner ill for light, a well weathered tome sat on a shelf, it's pages yellow and crumpled. Within, the librarian read a tale of a tree.
Deep within the forbidden woods, where entry is banned, a lost young woman strode down a dirt path overgrown by grass. The sun's dying light barely shone through the canopy and the birds crying above grew distant and quiet. Still, she strode ahead, her head held high and her eyes rivaling the sun's brilliance. Behind her, her long autumn hair fluttered like a cape while her boots crunched over discarded leaves. The curved dagger at her hip grew heavy and with each step the shadows grew longer, nipping at the ends of her boots as she stepped. Still, a breeze blew at her back and a song seemed to play ahead of her, drawing her ahead.
Brushing aside several branches, she stepped into a clearing of tall grass that rose towards a small mound of a hill. The birds cawed and circled above and she felt her boots drive ahead of their own accord. Climbing, she looked around, placing a hand over her eyes to guard against the sharp light while she scoured over the tree tops. Somewhere, she thought as she stepped ahead, her eyes skimming the horizon, somewhere there must be a legendary treasure worthy of making this place taboo to enter.
As she stopped, she felt the world around her lull to sleep, her vision growing dark and foggy while music surrounded her. Her toes curled within her boots and her feet grew deathly hot, burning as though she stood on coals. Wouldn't it be nice, after such a long journey, to free her feet of those accursed boots and stand firmly, sole to soil? Shifting about, she bit her lower lip then bent down, unbuckling her boots and stepping free of them, the sharp grass tickling her as she set her skin down against the crumbly soil.
A weight lifted from her shoulders and she suddenly felt freer than ever before. Gripping her toes into the dirt, she sighed, inhaling the fresh, earthy tones of the world as she spread her arms out. Raising her head, the melodies played again, thumping in tune with her heart as a churlish blade of grass whispered between her toes. Wouldn't it be nice to be bound and helpless, to experience such an invigorating feeling here, far from anyone's eyes? A salty smile washed across her lips and she felt agreement bluster through her while she considered how womanly she might look, how glorious and perfect she might be, and as she did she felt a tightness hug against her ankles, binding them together.
Her left wrist twitched and her dagger weighed her down as a slithering sensation crawled up the backs of her legs, pressing her pants into her skin. A little moan rolled through her as she looked down, a vine wrapping up and around her body. Somewhere deep within her she felt a quiet voice call her to attention, but she stifled it, a sense of awe and beauty filling her as she looked down at her bound body. Wiggling about in its grip, she watched as the vine continued upward, splitting apart and spreading around her arms so that they became stiff, unable to move.
The vines wrapped tighter and tighter, binding to her then shooting back down, digging into the soil. With an effortless tug they lifted her into the air while a thin strip wrapped between her toes, tugging them firmly together and pointing them to the ground so that her soles floated behind her, exposed to the world. A breeze blustered around her like a tornado, filling her with the scents of life and she inhaled, rolling her head on her neck as bliss oozed through her. Still, a yearning wrapped around her heart, choking it with its shadowy fingers as the sun set. Wiggling her feet, she felt the grainy touch of the vines securing them, making them nearly immobile. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her defenseless feet were tickled, if she were made to sing the song that hovered around her?
Pride flooded through her, pride and a great desire, a voracious appetite and need. A soft moan scratched through her throat and her eyes fluttered while she wiggled her toes, a great aching pain at the absence of touch stinging against her feet. The vines came to free her, scratching lightly with their tips, providing her the very thing she craved so dearly. Happiness filled her like a blinding light, and she smiled, laughing joyously while the vine throbbed around her in tune with her heartbeat.
She laughed endlessly, the feather like touches quickly growing unbearable and yet necessary. For each spot of skin that they failed to caress a searing pain burrowed there, and before long she wept, praying for release from the tormenting hellfire. The vines acquiesced, and soon her feet were covered with them, her whole body tingling with the ghostly flames of laughter that threatened to consume her. Around her she felt the vines gather and harden, and though she flailed and struggled with all of her might she felt the bindings refuse to yield. The vines toughened to bark, covering her body while a delicious sap that oozed into her mouth, invigorating her with life even while the night claimed the world around her.
In that quiet darkness she heard the crickets chirp and the leaves sway in the black winds, yet she was not aware. All she was aware of were her soles, unprotected by the bark, held hostage by the vines. Then even the vines faded, and her feet were left helpless to the night when still another thought pulsed through her mind as a stick substance trickled above her heels. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her feet were covered in a sweetly sap that attracted the various beasts of the wild so that they might free her of the sticky substance?
Groaning, she felt slime ooze and trickle down her soles, her toes desperate to wiggle about to avoid the sensation. For a moment she bit her lip, tightening her body together as the awful sap slowly slid down her feet, the slime sticking to her and sucking at her skin. The sludge trembled and she felt the sensation of the night air vanish from her as the craven substance claimed her for its own, and with all of her willpower she wiggled her ankles, trying to flick it from her. Tears tugged at her eyes and her heart burned within her.
Soft steps came from behind and her soul bounced within her as a creature trod over the grass, defeating it. Please, she felt herself think, please, please free my feet. A puff of hot air blew against her and she squealed, then a soft wet touch pierced through the slime, lapping it away from her. Her eyes grew wide as she fed the creature, the beast repaying her with agonizing torture. Yet the sensations calmed her, soothed her, and she felt at ease and peace despite laughing wildly and shrieking at the top of her lungs. Even as it worked, the sap replenished itself, and she heard more steps near as a light weight set over her heels followed by the touch of whiskers.
She sang and screamed as the creatures of the night lapped away at her, licking her with their diabolical tongues while she squirmed within her bindings. Joyous heat pulsed within her, and she felt a divine light pour through her while again the voice came. Wouldn't it be nice, she thought, if her song lured still more women here to enjoy the nature of their bodies? Far in the woods she felt a pulsing flame, lost and wandering, turn and point towards her.
Somehow, through her delirium, she knew the other woman approached and she knew that she took her boots off. The woman hugged against the tree, and the vines lifted her from the earth, binding her toes and preparing her soles for the same treatment. They laughed together as the two became one, their feet bound within the bark, exposed to the world while more and more sought them out, to join in their revelry and their celebration of the body.
