I went a little overindulgent on this one, departing from the general slice-of-life of the previous part in favor of a longer and somewhat darker tickle session. Hopefully, the shift in tone isn't too drastic and you still enjoy the general story. Thank you to everyone for all the kind comments on the previous part!
“Did you order these online?” Carter asked, after a very long silence.
The paddle was well-made, the handle wrapped in leather, the wood sanded and firm. Turning it over, a curly heart had been wood-burned to the other side. Other accessories on their dinner table looked like they’d been pilfered from Grace’s bedroom aside from a white cardboard package on the floor, taped and stamped with the Amazon logo.
“Obviously,” Grace muttered, still not moving.
Carter grinned, admiring his roommate’s athletic, perfect body in her nude prostration. Her narrow, toned shoulders, her shoulder blades protruding from her slim back, the hourglass curve of her torso flaring into her shapely hips and firm butt, and the soft shadow of her breasts which were pressed against the floor. Grace’s athletic, lanky body was a tapestry of eroticism in its kneeling supplication.
She heard a whistle of air and suddenly pain burst from her right butt cheek, making her yelp and dig her fingers into the rough fibers of the rug.
“Are you giving me sass?” came Carter’s voice just above her.
Grace froze as the edge of the paddle gently pressed against the small of her back. “N - no,” she murmured.
This time pain exploded on her left butt-cheek, radiating outwards. Grace gritted her teeth, then froze again as it touched right above her tailbone. “NO!” She answered. “No I’m not giving you sass.”
She closed her eyes, but no third strike arrived. Instead the paddle’s edge travelled up her spine, traversing the length of her long cappuccino back, up to the nape of her neck.
“No what?” said Carter lightly.
“No sir,” said Grace quickly, a trace of venom in her voice. She took a deep breath. “I ordered the paddle and the package from Amazon. The rest I borrowed.”
“And the leash?”
Grace’s face heated up. “My sorority has a dog.”
“I didn’t know you were in a sorority,” said Carter.
“Um, yeah.”
Now could we get on with it, Grace wondered. She hadn’t been kneeling on the floor, rife with excitement and anxiety for nearly an hour just to play Q and A.
Carter hesitated. Logic presented two choices. Either politely inform his roommate that his academic career was too important to be distracted by his admittedly fierce carnal urges…or continue off the deep end.
With his eyes closed, the sudden camera flash, as bright as a supernova, of Grace Nguyen’s beautiful, size 9, naked soles imprinted themselves behind his eyelids, nearly stunning him with a tide of desire.
His eyes snapped open. “Hands behind your back.”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat as she obeyed, gripping her left wrist with her right hand. Without hands, the full weight of her upper body balanced on her forehead.
Carter gave his roommate’s butt a few more smacks, aiming at the same reddening spot just to test her resilience. The athletic Asian American beauty tightened her grip on her wrist but otherwise bore the punishment silently. He squeezed her butt with his other hand, feeling her stiffen.
This close, her lavender shampoo and lingering damp of the shower on her warm ass-cheek was intoxicating. He suddenly wanted to press his nose in his long silky dark hair.
Instead, his fingers danced over her butt cheek and squeezed her hip. Grace hissed and twisted awkwardly, trembling.
“Up,” growled Carter. The engineer major grabbed her leash and yanked hard so that it snapped taut and the Asian beauty felt the pressure dig into her neck. She let him slowly lead her on her knees, back straight, her hands still clasped behind her, shoulders jutting forward.
For the first time since walking in, the two roommates made eye contact.
Carter’s face was impassive, though endearingly scarlet to the blonde roots of his hair. His blue eyes, characteristically mild, had their trademark condescending glint. Although Grace supposed anyone would look condescending if you were butt naked, on your knees, and leashed like a dog.
The very thought made the warmth between her legs blossom further.
Grace, on the other hand, veiled her own blushing face behind a curtain of glossy black hair. Her dark almond shaped eyes flashed with anger or at least frustration to Carter, though that made her situation seem only hotter, juxtaposing her full sullen lips, sharp cheekbones and cold aristocratic beauty with her present submission.
“Down,” said Carter, tugging the leash.
Grace hesitated a heartbeat, then lowered herself on her palms, her back arching. The collar around her neck yanked, leading her hands and knees forward, crawling as her roommate began striding to the living room.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Grace marveled dizzily. Just hours ago, she’d been sprinting laps across the stadium, laughing with her friends, complaining about her Physics lab.
Carter led her around their coffee table, pulling the leash hard whenever she was crawling too slow, and sat down on the couch. He wrapped the leash a few times over his hand and pulled, forcing the Asian American girl to gasp, jerking up on her knees, and pressing her head closer to his closed fist, her breath ghosting his thigh.
“Grace Nguyen,” he admonished. “You’ll have to be faster than that.” He moved to pat her cheek and she flinched, closing her eyes.
His hand travelled down, coarse fingers brushing her smooth tanned skin, squeezing her tit and fondling her brown nipple between two fingers. “I’m going to have to punish you for being so slow.” A pinch.
Grace gasped, her snaggletooth biting her lower lip. He gently slapped her, watching her subtly flinch, her sprinter’s abs crunching on her slim naked torso.
“Y-yes sir.” Grace gritted her teeth.
“On your back on the table. Feet up.”
“On the table?” Grace said, mortified. Their living room window was open. What if people saw?
Smack! This time the paddle landed on her left tit, making the naked Asian girl yelp indignantly, her tit quivering. Carter wasted no time tickling her open armpits, driving his fingers into her moist, warm hollows as Grace’s hapless yelp dissolved into girlish screams. “AHahahahaha!”
Her bare feet kicked the carpet under her, desperate to squirm away, as her hips barked against the low coffee table and her arms clamped down, squeezing his invasive hands in her armpits. Grace howled with each knead of Carter’s fingers burrowing into the sensitive smooth flesh of her underarms like a windup toy playing its music on each press.
“HAHAHA I”m sorRY!” She managed to scream. “So-sorry Sir!”
A few seconds later, Carter paused, keeping his hands where they were but not moving his fingers. Grace widened her black almond shaped eyes silently begging him. Then he pulled his hands away and snapped his fingers.
Panting, trembling, Grace Ngyuen pulled her naked sweaty body onto the cool coffee table, pressing stickily to its wooden surface. Her legs hovered off the edge, her feet inches from the carpet. The cool evening breeze from the window caressed the heat between her open legs and her long raven hair fell freely behind her.
Her eyes followed her roommate as he walked back to the kitchen. She heard the clatter of tools being moved.
Carter returned and tapped her legs. Grace lifted her legs obediently, feeling incredibly slutty as she exposed her pussy and asshole with her legs now fully raised, knees bent.
She felt him grab her big toes and then a soft string hiss between her toes. Grace grabbed the edges of the table to keep still from giggling as the ticklish rope circled her big toes, once then again, looping until tightened.
Grace wriggled her toes experimentally, feeling the unyielding pull of the toe-tie on her big toes. She yelped, jerking as Carter’s fingernails brushed her bare soles for a second.
“Holy shit you’re an asshole,” she breathed.
“Says the one showing off her asshole,” replied Carter. He smacked her ass.
Grace glared. But she had to admit he did have all the cards at the moment.
Carter continued to lightly tease the bottoms of her feet, watching her squirm and whimper.
Once satisfied, Carter weaved a second rope around her ankles. It took a moment for Grace to remember this was from the package she’d purchased from Amazon, and her mind raced to recall what other ‘toys’ had been on the list.
Meanwhile, like any serious nerd, Carter Davis knew his knots. Soon Grace found herself unable to budge her ankles.
Carter extended the ankle tie’s remaining rope to the light fixture over their coffee table, winding its slack until the Asian girl’s legs were pulled a reasonable height off the table, her bare butt hovering a centimeter in the air and her bare feet were suspended in front of his face.
Then Carter set to pulling his roommate’s arms behind her head, under the edge of the coffee table. He tied the left wrist to the right leg of the table, and the right wrist to the left leg, forming an X, so that Grace’s elbows were pulled in strict triangles behind her head, exposing her open armpits.
“So Grace,” He said, crouching next to her. “How do you feel?”
“Like the world’s most vulnerable art piece,” replied the college athlete. “Seriously, I can barely wiggle a toe.”
“People are a ton more sensitive when they can’t move,” said Carter. “I bet you’ll be way more ticklish like this.”
“Oh joy!”
“Okay, what’s your safeword?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. Her roommate had guessed, correctly, that this wasn’t her first BDSM rodeo so to speak. For some reason that assumption alone made her blush. She wanted to say that she’d never been off the precipice like THIS before, that this was wholly new and terrifying for her. But instead she said: “Daisies.”
“Daisies. Got it.” Carter stood up. The moment had passed.
Completely naked, Grace’s tits quivered with each breath she took, her toned abs flexing, and the subtle shift of muscles underneath her long straight limbs. Carter took a moment to appreciate her sublime, unblemished beauty, and felt an overwhelming sense of power over her.
He gently tilted her chin, squeezed her tits one after the other, and pressed his palm against their pillowy masses, squeezing and kneading. Grace closed her eyes, her lips briefly parting.
As Carter’s fingers traced down her slender torso, feeling her abs, she trembled, abs flexing as she clenched her stomach.
“So ticklish already,” Carter said, grinning.
He walked over to her feet and began stroking a single fingertip up and down each of her soles. The ropes creaked, miniscule movements shaking the coffee table as Grace bit her lip and tried not to giggle.
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” said Carter. “Tickle tickle tickle.”
Oh god, not the verbal teasing.
On the way up, his fingernail barely brushed her oil-slick soles, sliding up her pale wrinkled arches up to the pronounced pink balls of her feet. But on the way down, the underside of his nails would scrape against her sensitive soles, making the athletic Asian beauty swing her head back and forth, giggling helplessly.
“Giving up already?” Carter teased, slipping his nails in figure eight motions up her naked soles.
Grace clamped her lips together. “MMmmmmhehehehe.”
“Oh so now the naked track and field girl wants to be tough.” She whimpered as she felt his fingers glide faster.
She pulled at her legs as much as she could but the rope secured her ankles tightly in the air. The sensation was maddening, being helplessly toyed with while unable to move away.
Even when her flailing feet could scrunch down or evade a stroke, the next upward stroke would inevitably grace her heels and eventually find their way up her soles.
“Cootchi cootchi coo.” Carter continued to stroke her feet with just two fingers, speeding up and slowing down at unpredictable intervals. He savoured immensely the sight of her long, size 9 soles, flushed pink and glistening with lotion, inches from his face, their elegant curled toes flexing and wriggling.
Though slightly smeared by the oil, Grace Nguyen’s own handwritten words, curved along the long canvas of her arches, announcing her humiliation and submission. Carter gently pressed his nail and traced the ink, reading “Tickle Me” and “Property of Carter Davis” in immaculate cursive.
“You really are a slut aren’t you?” he said, grinning.
Grace flashed him a glare and then burst into giggles as he suddenly scribbled all five fingers on her left sole. Her resolve broke like a dam.“Ehehahahahaha!”
Her feet flapped and scrunched, toes curling down like a ballerina on tiptoes but Carter’s nails still slid and scratched torturously under her poor arches.
“Aren’t you?” Carter repeated. He grabbed her long toes and yanked them back, making her groan, and then raked his fingers across her stretched out feet.
Grace screamed. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” tossing her long dark hair.
“Answer me, pet,” Carter said, focusing his scratching on the taut centers of her pale soles where the skin was thinnest, sending the naked Asian beauty into thrashing hysterics.
“AHAHAHHAA!” Grace howled, struggling helplessly in her bondage, her muscular shoulders flexing. “HAHAHAHA Not there ahahaha!”
“Be a good pet and tell me.” Carter's fingernails drew white lines across her soft, pale sole.
“HAHAHA I - HAHAH I am a slut AHAHAHA Stawp please!” Grace’s face burned with humiliation as the words burst from her lips, high pitched and utterly alien to her typical mien.
Obviously she had erred. A sharp slap on her soles made her wince.
“And are you my slut?” Carter asked, as though guiding a particularly slow first year student. He shifted his hand to grab more of the toes on her other foot now, pulling them backwards, stretching her high arch taut.
Her toes strained against his rough grip. “I am your slut,” Grace whimpered.
Carter stroked her long legs, caressing her thighs, his other hand still pulling her toes back. His free hand drifted down to her suspended pussy, feeling its soaked juices. Grace moaned as she felt his fingers trace her wet outer lips, pleasure and shame coursing through her.
“Are you my ticklish little Asian slut?”
Each adjective was like an arrow to Grace’s core, the syllables zipping directly to her burning vagina, shocking her mind with their blatant objectification. Shame and desire blossomed in her stomach. She opened her mouth to say something - anything - when she felt his nails descend on her helpless sole.
“AHAHAHA No-not the other f-foot!” Grace begged. Her eyes screwed shut, fists clenched underneath the table. "HAHAHAHA Please!"
Something wet and hot engulfed her free foot, enveloping her two smallest toes. He was sucking on her toes, rasping his tongue roughly between them, under them, biting gently.
“Wwhhhaat hahahaha the fuck!” Grace slammed her head back, her sides hurt from laughing so hard. She felt his mouth move from toe to toe, having his way with her digits, then move inexorably down to her arches like a wet suction.
Meanwhile Carter raked his nails up and down her other immobile foot, erasing all coherent thought from the Vietnamese track star.
“Say it,” he said, detaching his mouth to briefly pepper her reddened sole with slobbery kisses. “Tell me what you are.” He slapped her ass again hard.
Grace shook her head, raven hair flying, shaking the coffee table with her struggles.
“Say it,” barked Carter, raking both hands across her long Vietnamese soles, digging his nails into her moist wrinkles. He spanked her ass over and over between tickles, the abused cheeks jiggling. “Tell me now.”
The tickling intensified, nails ravaging her sensitive soles, digging under her toes. Grace howled, straining against the ropes, unable to hold it in any longer.
“HAHAHAHA I - I am your ticklish little Asian slut!” She shouted, barely believing the words exiting her mouth.
A cocktail of shame and arousal coursed through the popular Asian girl. Being tied up, completely naked, soaked in sweat, tickled and toyed with by her roommate and forced to say whatever he wanted all - Grace Nguyen didn’t know if she wanted to scream or beg for more.
It turns out she could have both. Between her screams and howls, Grace found herself repeating her humiliating statement, begging incoherently until her throat felt raw, as her roommate had his way with her arches and her toes.
After what felt like an eternity, Carter pulled his mouth reluctantly from her toes, now coated with saliva, and wiped his mouth.
His nails stabbed into her tortured soles, making her yelp. “Wiggle your toes, and tell me what you are,” he barked.
His voice was a cattle prod. Before Grace even knew what she was doing, she flexed and wiggled her long toes, blabbering in a plaintive, high whine that sounded nothing like her: “I’m your ticklish little Asian slut!” Again a bloom of hot shame and exhilaration boiled up her neck and face; the sheer humiliation a wave of pleasure.
“Good pet,” said Carter, releasing her feet.
Grace collapsed on her ropes, ample breasts rising with every ragged breath, a sheen of sweat glistening off her long cappuccino body. Her soles were red and tingly, the words on them now an inky blur.
Another slap on her ass, followed by a long squeeze, making her wince. Grace exhaled sharply as two fingers suddenly entered her vagina, squelching. Carter leaned forward and licked her foot from heel to toe, savoring the salty taste.
What are you doing, she meant to say but instead the words coming from her lips were: “mgghhaaahugh.”
“You taste so good,” he said, breathing heavily himself. His erection pressed so painfully against his jeans, it was everything he could do not to move too suddenly. Her wet, hot pussy squelched as he pumped his fingers back and forth, feeling her quiver and moan, as the moist walls of her core squeezed his invasive digits.
When he finally popped his fingers out, Grace moaned. She ached to wrap her legs around something, to feel a cock inside her.
A few minutes later, he returned with a brush and more lotion.
Grace screwed her eyes shut as a fresh dollop of cold lotion was slapped on her reddened brutalized soles.
“Open your toes, slut.”
“Ye-yes sir.” Like flower petals, her long elegant toes unfolded, stretching wide. She yelped as lotion was worked between them, rubbing thoroughly.
Suddenly, a million bristles scraped her red, abused soles, sending a fresh scream tearing through her lips as she strained desperately against her binds. Hoarse laughter heaved from her lungs as the former cocky athlete struggled and thrashed, begging helplessly.
Carter had grabbed one foot still, holding it in place while he ravaged it with the Asian girl’s own hairbrush.
“AHAHAHAHAA!” Grace howled, wheezing nearly out of breath. “NOT THE BRUSH AHAHAHA!”
Carter dragged the hairbrush in rough zig zags first horizontally, then vertically, the stiff bristles making loud scratching noises as they scraped all across the Asian beauty’s sweaty, shiny sole.
Then he grabbed the other foot, and gave it the same treatment, pressing the hairbrush cruelly into the soft sole and scraping it until his elbow hurt.
“You’re probably enjoying this, aren’t you?” Carter smirked, watching his slave struggle and heave big gasps of air. “I bet you love when I do this to your submissive feet.”
Grace could only shake her furiously. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
It didn’t help that the dorm was now positively rank with the smell of her own arousal mixed with her sweat.
Carter gave each foot a final scrape with the hairbrush, then placed its handle between her teeth. Grace felt lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes tracking her roommate’s movements as he retrieved something else from the table - one of her own instruments she’d provided.
Sweat poured down her face, dripping down the side of her temple, curving past her ear. Her long dark hair was a sweaty clump pressed to her forehead and neck. Behind her head, her bound hands flexed and clenched under the table, utterly impotent. Every shift of breeze on her hypersensitized bare soles or her exposed gaping pussy or asshole sent her twisting with anticipation, her abs aching with exertion.
Why is this turning me on so fucking much?
Carter stroked her hair and then placed what appeared to be a pair of black cat ears over her head before squeezing her armpit, making the Asian girl squeal, nearly dropping the hairbrush between her teeth.
Next, Carter dragged the spiky wheel across her feet, then across her naked stretched out torso, making her tense and whimper as it dragged over her sensitive brown nipples until they were hard as bullets.
After that were the feathers which ghosted over her sweaty helpless armpits, between her toes, and around the delicate, hyper sensitive skin around her open asshole.
Then a thin flexible rod which struck the soles of her feet, as Grace counted aloud, until the last strike made her cry out. By then she was sobbing freely, her feet curled up.
A sudden buzz made her freeze, and lifting her head, Grace mumbled frantic protests through the hairbrush in her mouth. Carter pressed her electric toothbrush against her arch. A ticklish explosion went off on her foot, and a fresh reserve of struggling and begging took over the hapless Asian girl.
All the while, the engineering major had kept spanking her ass which became a bright apple crimson, or ravaging her pussy. Pulled between ticklish torment and helpless arousal, Grace Nguyen pleaded and begged, tears streaking down her face. She debased herself, she licked Carter’s fingers when they brushed her lips, she spread her toes wide, her ass cheeks open, offered acts of service between bouts of hysterical laughter that would’ve made her shudder hours ago.
Finally, the Physics major lolled her head, chest rising up and down with gasping, hoarse breaths, fingers and toes slack. Every inch of her ravaged body felt a million times more sensitive.
Carter couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants, undid her toe ties and ankle rope, and then grabbed Grace’s thighs.
Her thighs tensed, their strong sprinter muscles flexing under his fingers. Grace’s eyes widened, brows knitted, the arousal in her dark almond shaped eyes so fierce and needful that her formerly cold, aristocratic face had transformed into a mask of pure helpless pleading lust.
He pushed his cock into her, burying it all the way to the end, and the Asian American moaned.
Her strong legs tensed and then squeezed his waist, toes curled up tightly. The hairbrush clattered off the table. Grace’s snaggletooth bit down on her lip as she whimpered. “Yes…yes…yes.”
Carter pumped back and forth slowly, careful not to come too quickly. He maneuvered one of her long legs so it was wrapped over his shoulder instead, her bare foot dangling near his face, and plunged his mouth into its sole.
For a while the dorm was quiet save for Carter’s slobbering mouth over Grace’s foot, the squelch of his cock pumping her tight vagina, and Grace’s gasping, mewling moans which began to grow louder and louder.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her insides, making her feel tiny as it slammed inside her depths, before pulling back, leaving her suddenly empty, needful, and then slamming forward again. The ropes bit into her wrists, forcing her in place, unable to do anything but just take it.
Her moans grew low and guttural, almost animalistic as Carter fucked her. Grace’s mind was a white hot supernova unable to form a single thought except that she was getting fucked while tied to a table. All her training, her pride, her muscles, talent and smarts meant nothing as the Asian girl felt the fat cock push through the inner walls of her core.
The pleasure built and built until Grace shattered, a piercing scream tearing from her lips. A second later, she heard a grunt and felt a hot stream enter her, filling her up. She crashed down, completely spent, used up, unable to move even a finger.
Tingling all over, dripping in a mix of fluids, Grace Nguyen closed her eyes. Her beet-red face one of total satisfaction.
Normalcy reasserted itself with surprising speed.
That night, after a long hour of after-care, Grace crawled under the covers with Carter, pressed up against him. The next morning, she rose up, stretching cat-like, and padded to the kitchen to make breakfast. Carter, uncharacteristically, slept in.
Grace felt unbelievably refreshed, as though yesterday had revitalized her. Her body still bore the red marks on her ass and soles, which sent a shiver of pleasure when she saw them, as well as rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Those she’d have to hide from her friends during track practice.
The next few days fell into a comfortable yet exciting rhythm of trying new things and pushing boundaries. Carter purchased another package from Amazon, paging through manuals of safe usage, especially ones that had hooks or straps or chains.
More than once, Grace pushed her roommate’s patience, dropping dishes by accident, or propping her bare feet in his lap while he was working, wiggling her toes mischievously. Annoyed, Carter would pull her leash and tie her to his bed spread-eagle, before pressing the electrodes back on her nipples, neck, palms, soles, ribs, pussy, and armpits. The track star’s protests were cut off by a thick ball gag and blindfold. Shaking his head, Carter would return to his studies while Grace’s muffled cries echoed.
One day they were curled up on the couch, Carter thumbing through the TV when he saw a recorded video that Grace had uploaded via her laptop just yesterday.
It was a video of a tall Asian girl who looked younger than Grace sitting on a stage in a sheer black dress, a violin tucked under her chin, her eyes downcast. She began playing classical solos, the strings emitting beautiful haunting music.
“Is that you?” Carter asked, impressed.
“Mmmph,” said Grace.
Carter pulled the soaked ball gag from his roommate’s lips, and grabbed her chin, turning it so it faced the TV.
She had been particularly naughty that day and was hogtied in a strict bow, her feet dangling above her shoulders. As usual, Carter had her naked, although a criss-cross of leather bindings cut through her trim tanned figure, emphasizing her supple breasts and toned physique. Her leash was tied to the table leg, and a pair of fuzzy cat ears adorned her head, while a metal O ring had been fastened between her ass cheeks, obscenely spreading them.
“I wish,” said Grace. “That’s my mom back in her senior year at Harvard. She’s coming to visit next week for the Summer Eve Concert that our city puts on. I’ve been watching her songs because of course I’ll have to play in it. Every year it’s the worst moment of my life.”
“Next week you say.” Carter casually stroked her bare back, feeling her stiffen. “You should ask your mom to come visit our dorm. We have an extra room now, after all.”
Grace gaped. “Seriously? Dude.”
He slapped her bare ass. “Relax, I just want to meet her.”
Grace winced. “OK, OK. Whatever. But she’s a cold heartless bitc -mmph”
Carter stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth as she glared, and un-paused the TV. He watched the rest of the recital, smiling, as he stroked Grace’s gorgeous feet.
“Did you order these online?” Carter asked, after a very long silence.
The paddle was well-made, the handle wrapped in leather, the wood sanded and firm. Turning it over, a curly heart had been wood-burned to the other side. Other accessories on their dinner table looked like they’d been pilfered from Grace’s bedroom aside from a white cardboard package on the floor, taped and stamped with the Amazon logo.
“Obviously,” Grace muttered, still not moving.
Carter grinned, admiring his roommate’s athletic, perfect body in her nude prostration. Her narrow, toned shoulders, her shoulder blades protruding from her slim back, the hourglass curve of her torso flaring into her shapely hips and firm butt, and the soft shadow of her breasts which were pressed against the floor. Grace’s athletic, lanky body was a tapestry of eroticism in its kneeling supplication.
She heard a whistle of air and suddenly pain burst from her right butt cheek, making her yelp and dig her fingers into the rough fibers of the rug.
“Are you giving me sass?” came Carter’s voice just above her.
Grace froze as the edge of the paddle gently pressed against the small of her back. “N - no,” she murmured.
This time pain exploded on her left butt-cheek, radiating outwards. Grace gritted her teeth, then froze again as it touched right above her tailbone. “NO!” She answered. “No I’m not giving you sass.”
She closed her eyes, but no third strike arrived. Instead the paddle’s edge travelled up her spine, traversing the length of her long cappuccino back, up to the nape of her neck.
“No what?” said Carter lightly.
“No sir,” said Grace quickly, a trace of venom in her voice. She took a deep breath. “I ordered the paddle and the package from Amazon. The rest I borrowed.”
“And the leash?”
Grace’s face heated up. “My sorority has a dog.”
“I didn’t know you were in a sorority,” said Carter.
“Um, yeah.”
Now could we get on with it, Grace wondered. She hadn’t been kneeling on the floor, rife with excitement and anxiety for nearly an hour just to play Q and A.
Carter hesitated. Logic presented two choices. Either politely inform his roommate that his academic career was too important to be distracted by his admittedly fierce carnal urges…or continue off the deep end.
With his eyes closed, the sudden camera flash, as bright as a supernova, of Grace Nguyen’s beautiful, size 9, naked soles imprinted themselves behind his eyelids, nearly stunning him with a tide of desire.
His eyes snapped open. “Hands behind your back.”
Grace’s heart skipped a beat as she obeyed, gripping her left wrist with her right hand. Without hands, the full weight of her upper body balanced on her forehead.
Carter gave his roommate’s butt a few more smacks, aiming at the same reddening spot just to test her resilience. The athletic Asian American beauty tightened her grip on her wrist but otherwise bore the punishment silently. He squeezed her butt with his other hand, feeling her stiffen.
This close, her lavender shampoo and lingering damp of the shower on her warm ass-cheek was intoxicating. He suddenly wanted to press his nose in his long silky dark hair.
Instead, his fingers danced over her butt cheek and squeezed her hip. Grace hissed and twisted awkwardly, trembling.
“Up,” growled Carter. The engineer major grabbed her leash and yanked hard so that it snapped taut and the Asian beauty felt the pressure dig into her neck. She let him slowly lead her on her knees, back straight, her hands still clasped behind her, shoulders jutting forward.
For the first time since walking in, the two roommates made eye contact.
Carter’s face was impassive, though endearingly scarlet to the blonde roots of his hair. His blue eyes, characteristically mild, had their trademark condescending glint. Although Grace supposed anyone would look condescending if you were butt naked, on your knees, and leashed like a dog.
The very thought made the warmth between her legs blossom further.
Grace, on the other hand, veiled her own blushing face behind a curtain of glossy black hair. Her dark almond shaped eyes flashed with anger or at least frustration to Carter, though that made her situation seem only hotter, juxtaposing her full sullen lips, sharp cheekbones and cold aristocratic beauty with her present submission.
“Down,” said Carter, tugging the leash.
Grace hesitated a heartbeat, then lowered herself on her palms, her back arching. The collar around her neck yanked, leading her hands and knees forward, crawling as her roommate began striding to the living room.
I can’t believe I’m doing this, Grace marveled dizzily. Just hours ago, she’d been sprinting laps across the stadium, laughing with her friends, complaining about her Physics lab.
Carter led her around their coffee table, pulling the leash hard whenever she was crawling too slow, and sat down on the couch. He wrapped the leash a few times over his hand and pulled, forcing the Asian American girl to gasp, jerking up on her knees, and pressing her head closer to his closed fist, her breath ghosting his thigh.
“Grace Nguyen,” he admonished. “You’ll have to be faster than that.” He moved to pat her cheek and she flinched, closing her eyes.
His hand travelled down, coarse fingers brushing her smooth tanned skin, squeezing her tit and fondling her brown nipple between two fingers. “I’m going to have to punish you for being so slow.” A pinch.
Grace gasped, her snaggletooth biting her lower lip. He gently slapped her, watching her subtly flinch, her sprinter’s abs crunching on her slim naked torso.
“Y-yes sir.” Grace gritted her teeth.
“On your back on the table. Feet up.”
“On the table?” Grace said, mortified. Their living room window was open. What if people saw?
Smack! This time the paddle landed on her left tit, making the naked Asian girl yelp indignantly, her tit quivering. Carter wasted no time tickling her open armpits, driving his fingers into her moist, warm hollows as Grace’s hapless yelp dissolved into girlish screams. “AHahahahaha!”
Her bare feet kicked the carpet under her, desperate to squirm away, as her hips barked against the low coffee table and her arms clamped down, squeezing his invasive hands in her armpits. Grace howled with each knead of Carter’s fingers burrowing into the sensitive smooth flesh of her underarms like a windup toy playing its music on each press.
“HAHAHA I”m sorRY!” She managed to scream. “So-sorry Sir!”
A few seconds later, Carter paused, keeping his hands where they were but not moving his fingers. Grace widened her black almond shaped eyes silently begging him. Then he pulled his hands away and snapped his fingers.
Panting, trembling, Grace Ngyuen pulled her naked sweaty body onto the cool coffee table, pressing stickily to its wooden surface. Her legs hovered off the edge, her feet inches from the carpet. The cool evening breeze from the window caressed the heat between her open legs and her long raven hair fell freely behind her.
Her eyes followed her roommate as he walked back to the kitchen. She heard the clatter of tools being moved.
Carter returned and tapped her legs. Grace lifted her legs obediently, feeling incredibly slutty as she exposed her pussy and asshole with her legs now fully raised, knees bent.
She felt him grab her big toes and then a soft string hiss between her toes. Grace grabbed the edges of the table to keep still from giggling as the ticklish rope circled her big toes, once then again, looping until tightened.
Grace wriggled her toes experimentally, feeling the unyielding pull of the toe-tie on her big toes. She yelped, jerking as Carter’s fingernails brushed her bare soles for a second.
“Holy shit you’re an asshole,” she breathed.
“Says the one showing off her asshole,” replied Carter. He smacked her ass.
Grace glared. But she had to admit he did have all the cards at the moment.
Carter continued to lightly tease the bottoms of her feet, watching her squirm and whimper.
Once satisfied, Carter weaved a second rope around her ankles. It took a moment for Grace to remember this was from the package she’d purchased from Amazon, and her mind raced to recall what other ‘toys’ had been on the list.
Meanwhile, like any serious nerd, Carter Davis knew his knots. Soon Grace found herself unable to budge her ankles.
Carter extended the ankle tie’s remaining rope to the light fixture over their coffee table, winding its slack until the Asian girl’s legs were pulled a reasonable height off the table, her bare butt hovering a centimeter in the air and her bare feet were suspended in front of his face.
Then Carter set to pulling his roommate’s arms behind her head, under the edge of the coffee table. He tied the left wrist to the right leg of the table, and the right wrist to the left leg, forming an X, so that Grace’s elbows were pulled in strict triangles behind her head, exposing her open armpits.
“So Grace,” He said, crouching next to her. “How do you feel?”
“Like the world’s most vulnerable art piece,” replied the college athlete. “Seriously, I can barely wiggle a toe.”
“People are a ton more sensitive when they can’t move,” said Carter. “I bet you’ll be way more ticklish like this.”
“Oh joy!”
“Okay, what’s your safeword?”
Grace raised an eyebrow. Her roommate had guessed, correctly, that this wasn’t her first BDSM rodeo so to speak. For some reason that assumption alone made her blush. She wanted to say that she’d never been off the precipice like THIS before, that this was wholly new and terrifying for her. But instead she said: “Daisies.”
“Daisies. Got it.” Carter stood up. The moment had passed.
Completely naked, Grace’s tits quivered with each breath she took, her toned abs flexing, and the subtle shift of muscles underneath her long straight limbs. Carter took a moment to appreciate her sublime, unblemished beauty, and felt an overwhelming sense of power over her.
He gently tilted her chin, squeezed her tits one after the other, and pressed his palm against their pillowy masses, squeezing and kneading. Grace closed her eyes, her lips briefly parting.
As Carter’s fingers traced down her slender torso, feeling her abs, she trembled, abs flexing as she clenched her stomach.
“So ticklish already,” Carter said, grinning.
He walked over to her feet and began stroking a single fingertip up and down each of her soles. The ropes creaked, miniscule movements shaking the coffee table as Grace bit her lip and tried not to giggle.
“Cootchie cootchie coo,” said Carter. “Tickle tickle tickle.”
Oh god, not the verbal teasing.
On the way up, his fingernail barely brushed her oil-slick soles, sliding up her pale wrinkled arches up to the pronounced pink balls of her feet. But on the way down, the underside of his nails would scrape against her sensitive soles, making the athletic Asian beauty swing her head back and forth, giggling helplessly.
“Giving up already?” Carter teased, slipping his nails in figure eight motions up her naked soles.
Grace clamped her lips together. “MMmmmmhehehehe.”
“Oh so now the naked track and field girl wants to be tough.” She whimpered as she felt his fingers glide faster.
She pulled at her legs as much as she could but the rope secured her ankles tightly in the air. The sensation was maddening, being helplessly toyed with while unable to move away.
Even when her flailing feet could scrunch down or evade a stroke, the next upward stroke would inevitably grace her heels and eventually find their way up her soles.
“Cootchi cootchi coo.” Carter continued to stroke her feet with just two fingers, speeding up and slowing down at unpredictable intervals. He savoured immensely the sight of her long, size 9 soles, flushed pink and glistening with lotion, inches from his face, their elegant curled toes flexing and wriggling.
Though slightly smeared by the oil, Grace Nguyen’s own handwritten words, curved along the long canvas of her arches, announcing her humiliation and submission. Carter gently pressed his nail and traced the ink, reading “Tickle Me” and “Property of Carter Davis” in immaculate cursive.
“You really are a slut aren’t you?” he said, grinning.
Grace flashed him a glare and then burst into giggles as he suddenly scribbled all five fingers on her left sole. Her resolve broke like a dam.“Ehehahahahaha!”
Her feet flapped and scrunched, toes curling down like a ballerina on tiptoes but Carter’s nails still slid and scratched torturously under her poor arches.
“Aren’t you?” Carter repeated. He grabbed her long toes and yanked them back, making her groan, and then raked his fingers across her stretched out feet.
Grace screamed. “AHAHAHAHAHA!” tossing her long dark hair.
“Answer me, pet,” Carter said, focusing his scratching on the taut centers of her pale soles where the skin was thinnest, sending the naked Asian beauty into thrashing hysterics.
“AHAHAHHAA!” Grace howled, struggling helplessly in her bondage, her muscular shoulders flexing. “HAHAHAHA Not there ahahaha!”
“Be a good pet and tell me.” Carter's fingernails drew white lines across her soft, pale sole.
“HAHAHA I - HAHAH I am a slut AHAHAHA Stawp please!” Grace’s face burned with humiliation as the words burst from her lips, high pitched and utterly alien to her typical mien.
Obviously she had erred. A sharp slap on her soles made her wince.
“And are you my slut?” Carter asked, as though guiding a particularly slow first year student. He shifted his hand to grab more of the toes on her other foot now, pulling them backwards, stretching her high arch taut.
Her toes strained against his rough grip. “I am your slut,” Grace whimpered.
Carter stroked her long legs, caressing her thighs, his other hand still pulling her toes back. His free hand drifted down to her suspended pussy, feeling its soaked juices. Grace moaned as she felt his fingers trace her wet outer lips, pleasure and shame coursing through her.
“Are you my ticklish little Asian slut?”
Each adjective was like an arrow to Grace’s core, the syllables zipping directly to her burning vagina, shocking her mind with their blatant objectification. Shame and desire blossomed in her stomach. She opened her mouth to say something - anything - when she felt his nails descend on her helpless sole.
“AHAHAHA No-not the other f-foot!” Grace begged. Her eyes screwed shut, fists clenched underneath the table. "HAHAHAHA Please!"
Something wet and hot engulfed her free foot, enveloping her two smallest toes. He was sucking on her toes, rasping his tongue roughly between them, under them, biting gently.
“Wwhhhaat hahahaha the fuck!” Grace slammed her head back, her sides hurt from laughing so hard. She felt his mouth move from toe to toe, having his way with her digits, then move inexorably down to her arches like a wet suction.
Meanwhile Carter raked his nails up and down her other immobile foot, erasing all coherent thought from the Vietnamese track star.
“Say it,” he said, detaching his mouth to briefly pepper her reddened sole with slobbery kisses. “Tell me what you are.” He slapped her ass again hard.
Grace shook her head, raven hair flying, shaking the coffee table with her struggles.
“Say it,” barked Carter, raking both hands across her long Vietnamese soles, digging his nails into her moist wrinkles. He spanked her ass over and over between tickles, the abused cheeks jiggling. “Tell me now.”
The tickling intensified, nails ravaging her sensitive soles, digging under her toes. Grace howled, straining against the ropes, unable to hold it in any longer.
“HAHAHAHA I - I am your ticklish little Asian slut!” She shouted, barely believing the words exiting her mouth.
A cocktail of shame and arousal coursed through the popular Asian girl. Being tied up, completely naked, soaked in sweat, tickled and toyed with by her roommate and forced to say whatever he wanted all - Grace Nguyen didn’t know if she wanted to scream or beg for more.
It turns out she could have both. Between her screams and howls, Grace found herself repeating her humiliating statement, begging incoherently until her throat felt raw, as her roommate had his way with her arches and her toes.
After what felt like an eternity, Carter pulled his mouth reluctantly from her toes, now coated with saliva, and wiped his mouth.
His nails stabbed into her tortured soles, making her yelp. “Wiggle your toes, and tell me what you are,” he barked.
His voice was a cattle prod. Before Grace even knew what she was doing, she flexed and wiggled her long toes, blabbering in a plaintive, high whine that sounded nothing like her: “I’m your ticklish little Asian slut!” Again a bloom of hot shame and exhilaration boiled up her neck and face; the sheer humiliation a wave of pleasure.
“Good pet,” said Carter, releasing her feet.
Grace collapsed on her ropes, ample breasts rising with every ragged breath, a sheen of sweat glistening off her long cappuccino body. Her soles were red and tingly, the words on them now an inky blur.
Another slap on her ass, followed by a long squeeze, making her wince. Grace exhaled sharply as two fingers suddenly entered her vagina, squelching. Carter leaned forward and licked her foot from heel to toe, savoring the salty taste.
What are you doing, she meant to say but instead the words coming from her lips were: “mgghhaaahugh.”
“You taste so good,” he said, breathing heavily himself. His erection pressed so painfully against his jeans, it was everything he could do not to move too suddenly. Her wet, hot pussy squelched as he pumped his fingers back and forth, feeling her quiver and moan, as the moist walls of her core squeezed his invasive digits.
When he finally popped his fingers out, Grace moaned. She ached to wrap her legs around something, to feel a cock inside her.
A few minutes later, he returned with a brush and more lotion.
Grace screwed her eyes shut as a fresh dollop of cold lotion was slapped on her reddened brutalized soles.
“Open your toes, slut.”
“Ye-yes sir.” Like flower petals, her long elegant toes unfolded, stretching wide. She yelped as lotion was worked between them, rubbing thoroughly.
Suddenly, a million bristles scraped her red, abused soles, sending a fresh scream tearing through her lips as she strained desperately against her binds. Hoarse laughter heaved from her lungs as the former cocky athlete struggled and thrashed, begging helplessly.
Carter had grabbed one foot still, holding it in place while he ravaged it with the Asian girl’s own hairbrush.
“AHAHAHAHAA!” Grace howled, wheezing nearly out of breath. “NOT THE BRUSH AHAHAHA!”
Carter dragged the hairbrush in rough zig zags first horizontally, then vertically, the stiff bristles making loud scratching noises as they scraped all across the Asian beauty’s sweaty, shiny sole.
Then he grabbed the other foot, and gave it the same treatment, pressing the hairbrush cruelly into the soft sole and scraping it until his elbow hurt.
“You’re probably enjoying this, aren’t you?” Carter smirked, watching his slave struggle and heave big gasps of air. “I bet you love when I do this to your submissive feet.”
Grace could only shake her furiously. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
It didn’t help that the dorm was now positively rank with the smell of her own arousal mixed with her sweat.
Carter gave each foot a final scrape with the hairbrush, then placed its handle between her teeth. Grace felt lightheaded and dizzy, her eyes tracking her roommate’s movements as he retrieved something else from the table - one of her own instruments she’d provided.
Sweat poured down her face, dripping down the side of her temple, curving past her ear. Her long dark hair was a sweaty clump pressed to her forehead and neck. Behind her head, her bound hands flexed and clenched under the table, utterly impotent. Every shift of breeze on her hypersensitized bare soles or her exposed gaping pussy or asshole sent her twisting with anticipation, her abs aching with exertion.
Why is this turning me on so fucking much?
Carter stroked her hair and then placed what appeared to be a pair of black cat ears over her head before squeezing her armpit, making the Asian girl squeal, nearly dropping the hairbrush between her teeth.
Next, Carter dragged the spiky wheel across her feet, then across her naked stretched out torso, making her tense and whimper as it dragged over her sensitive brown nipples until they were hard as bullets.
After that were the feathers which ghosted over her sweaty helpless armpits, between her toes, and around the delicate, hyper sensitive skin around her open asshole.
Then a thin flexible rod which struck the soles of her feet, as Grace counted aloud, until the last strike made her cry out. By then she was sobbing freely, her feet curled up.
A sudden buzz made her freeze, and lifting her head, Grace mumbled frantic protests through the hairbrush in her mouth. Carter pressed her electric toothbrush against her arch. A ticklish explosion went off on her foot, and a fresh reserve of struggling and begging took over the hapless Asian girl.
All the while, the engineering major had kept spanking her ass which became a bright apple crimson, or ravaging her pussy. Pulled between ticklish torment and helpless arousal, Grace Nguyen pleaded and begged, tears streaking down her face. She debased herself, she licked Carter’s fingers when they brushed her lips, she spread her toes wide, her ass cheeks open, offered acts of service between bouts of hysterical laughter that would’ve made her shudder hours ago.
Finally, the Physics major lolled her head, chest rising up and down with gasping, hoarse breaths, fingers and toes slack. Every inch of her ravaged body felt a million times more sensitive.
Carter couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants, undid her toe ties and ankle rope, and then grabbed Grace’s thighs.
Her thighs tensed, their strong sprinter muscles flexing under his fingers. Grace’s eyes widened, brows knitted, the arousal in her dark almond shaped eyes so fierce and needful that her formerly cold, aristocratic face had transformed into a mask of pure helpless pleading lust.
He pushed his cock into her, burying it all the way to the end, and the Asian American moaned.
Her strong legs tensed and then squeezed his waist, toes curled up tightly. The hairbrush clattered off the table. Grace’s snaggletooth bit down on her lip as she whimpered. “Yes…yes…yes.”
Carter pumped back and forth slowly, careful not to come too quickly. He maneuvered one of her long legs so it was wrapped over his shoulder instead, her bare foot dangling near his face, and plunged his mouth into its sole.
For a while the dorm was quiet save for Carter’s slobbering mouth over Grace’s foot, the squelch of his cock pumping her tight vagina, and Grace’s gasping, mewling moans which began to grow louder and louder.
His cock filled her completely, stretching her insides, making her feel tiny as it slammed inside her depths, before pulling back, leaving her suddenly empty, needful, and then slamming forward again. The ropes bit into her wrists, forcing her in place, unable to do anything but just take it.
Her moans grew low and guttural, almost animalistic as Carter fucked her. Grace’s mind was a white hot supernova unable to form a single thought except that she was getting fucked while tied to a table. All her training, her pride, her muscles, talent and smarts meant nothing as the Asian girl felt the fat cock push through the inner walls of her core.
The pleasure built and built until Grace shattered, a piercing scream tearing from her lips. A second later, she heard a grunt and felt a hot stream enter her, filling her up. She crashed down, completely spent, used up, unable to move even a finger.
Tingling all over, dripping in a mix of fluids, Grace Nguyen closed her eyes. Her beet-red face one of total satisfaction.
Normalcy reasserted itself with surprising speed.
That night, after a long hour of after-care, Grace crawled under the covers with Carter, pressed up against him. The next morning, she rose up, stretching cat-like, and padded to the kitchen to make breakfast. Carter, uncharacteristically, slept in.
Grace felt unbelievably refreshed, as though yesterday had revitalized her. Her body still bore the red marks on her ass and soles, which sent a shiver of pleasure when she saw them, as well as rope marks on her wrists and ankles. Those she’d have to hide from her friends during track practice.
The next few days fell into a comfortable yet exciting rhythm of trying new things and pushing boundaries. Carter purchased another package from Amazon, paging through manuals of safe usage, especially ones that had hooks or straps or chains.
More than once, Grace pushed her roommate’s patience, dropping dishes by accident, or propping her bare feet in his lap while he was working, wiggling her toes mischievously. Annoyed, Carter would pull her leash and tie her to his bed spread-eagle, before pressing the electrodes back on her nipples, neck, palms, soles, ribs, pussy, and armpits. The track star’s protests were cut off by a thick ball gag and blindfold. Shaking his head, Carter would return to his studies while Grace’s muffled cries echoed.
One day they were curled up on the couch, Carter thumbing through the TV when he saw a recorded video that Grace had uploaded via her laptop just yesterday.
It was a video of a tall Asian girl who looked younger than Grace sitting on a stage in a sheer black dress, a violin tucked under her chin, her eyes downcast. She began playing classical solos, the strings emitting beautiful haunting music.
“Is that you?” Carter asked, impressed.
“Mmmph,” said Grace.
Carter pulled the soaked ball gag from his roommate’s lips, and grabbed her chin, turning it so it faced the TV.
She had been particularly naughty that day and was hogtied in a strict bow, her feet dangling above her shoulders. As usual, Carter had her naked, although a criss-cross of leather bindings cut through her trim tanned figure, emphasizing her supple breasts and toned physique. Her leash was tied to the table leg, and a pair of fuzzy cat ears adorned her head, while a metal O ring had been fastened between her ass cheeks, obscenely spreading them.
“I wish,” said Grace. “That’s my mom back in her senior year at Harvard. She’s coming to visit next week for the Summer Eve Concert that our city puts on. I’ve been watching her songs because of course I’ll have to play in it. Every year it’s the worst moment of my life.”
“Next week you say.” Carter casually stroked her bare back, feeling her stiffen. “You should ask your mom to come visit our dorm. We have an extra room now, after all.”
Grace gaped. “Seriously? Dude.”
He slapped her bare ass. “Relax, I just want to meet her.”
Grace winced. “OK, OK. Whatever. But she’s a cold heartless bitc -mmph”
Carter stuffed the ball gag back into her mouth as she glared, and un-paused the TV. He watched the rest of the recital, smiling, as he stroked Grace’s gorgeous feet.
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