michaelmichaels
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Hi all,
Not a follow up to my previous story but something a bit different, being told (95%) from the 'ler's POV. This is only approx 1/4 of the story. The really kinky stuff follows in later parts, including a suggestion from TMF member April, which will be in circa part 3.
I'll endeavour to get parts 2-4 written soon.
MM
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Lindsey sat on her plush sofa surveying the decor of her spacious living room. Polished glass cabinets gleamed, as did the screen of her ceiling mounted giant plasma TV. To the right hung a portrait of her, painted by a very talented friend. Lindsey looked admiringly at it, hoping that she really was as beautiful as the artist has portrayed her: a blonde haired angel with piercing blue eyes and a heavenly smile; her face framed by straight blonde hair reaching her shoulders.
She was pleased with her house. She’d worked hard for it. 80 hour weeks as a junior lawyer, earning a pittance. But now she’d just turned 30 and was a partner at Hunter & Associates, one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. She felt she had the right to bask in some small measure of luxury.
She checked once more the fit of her black silk blouse and black jeans. She scrunched her bare feet on the plush carpet as she leaned forward, eager for the ring of the doorbell. Her guest would be here soon.
He face brightened as she heard the bell. She quickly slipped on her black evening slippers and rushed to the door.
The all black clad woman, carrying a large holdall, waited at the door of the large detached house, under the cover of a front archway. Her name was Sendita. She was of Indian descent, in her ealy twenties, with chocolate brown skin and smooth black locks reaching well past her shoulders. She had full lips, painted dark magenta to bring out their lushness. She was tall and powerfully built, with lithe musculature honed by hours of martial arts and gymnastics. She slipped on a black mask, now that she had no more need to worry about looking suspicious to passers by.
Through the glass portion of the front door she could make out the petite blurred form of her target. The door opened and Lindsey’s expectant smile faded as she saw Sendita’s masked visage. Sendita clamped a firm hand over Lindsey’s mouth and slowly pushed her back inside the hallway. Lindsey’s eyes opened in shock and she gave no resistance. Sendita pushed the door shut behind her. She turned to face her captive, who she towered over, and leant close to her. “I know that you have the password to the company systems. Give it to me and my employers will pay me well and I’ll stop having to ask you for it. Do you understand me?”
Lindsey nodded her head slowly.
“Good, I’m going to release you now. Don’t try to run away”, Lindsey nodded. Sendita released her grip. She saw Lindsey’s furtive glance towards the back door a split second before she ran for it. Sendita smiled. This was not unexpected. She sprinted after the errant lawyer and was soon able to place a firm grip on her shoulder. Lindsey tugged out of her grip and grunted with effort as she rushed to the kitchen. Sendita launched herself at Lindsey and caught her around the shoulders. She then twisted in mid air so that she hit the floor first and Lindsey was cushioned by her body. Lindsey cursed as she struggled to get away. Her limbs flailed as she writhed like tasmanian devil and howled like a banshee. Sendita smiled and kept her cool. She slowly forced Lindsey’s arms up above her head and hooked her right arm behind Lindsey’s head, which also pinned both her arms upwards. Sendita then lay clamly as Lindsey exhausted herself with more fruitless struggle.
Sendita amused herself by slowly stroking her free hand across Lindsey’s face. She felt the softness of her pale sking beneath her fingers and revelled in the defiant glare of her captive as she slowly stroked her hair. She sure was a bundle of energy. Sendita was going to enjoy breaking her in.
After a while Lindsey lay panting as Sendita relaxed beside her. “Are you done yet my dear?” she asked sardonically. Lindsey glowered at her. Sendita smiled sweetly. “Now, let’s see what we have here, hmmm?” Her left hand began to edge towards Lindsey’s blouse buttons.
“Oh shit, nononono!” Lindsey protested.
“Oh shit, yesyesyes” purred Sendita. She slowly unbuttoned Lindsey’s blouse and flipped the sides open revealing a lacey black bra and Lindsey’s vulnerable ribs and belly. Sendita began to slowly tease her finger along the ribs, slowly going up and down and meandering her finger along, with infinite patience. This young blonde wasn’t going anywhere. Lindsey began shaking her head back and forth wildly and she began panting. Her arms stiffened as she struggled to escape, but Sendita’s one arm around them was enough to keep them locked outwards.
Sendita started stroking with several of her fingers at once. Lindsey started panting more loudly. Sendita was hoping that her captive would be laughing by now. Still, the night was young. Lindsey struggled even more furiously, her teeth gritted in determination to escape. Her body shook as she lashed her legs upwards in a futile attempt to kick out at Sendita.
“Well, if you insist.” Teased Sendita as she awaited another kick towards her. As Lindsey’s left leg reached its full extension Sendita quickly hooked one of her own legs around it and then tightened her grip around it so that Lindsey’s slippered left foot was held immobile just above her chest. “Tootsie tickles it is then.”
Sendita felt a sense of giddy excitement as she slid her hand to the heel of Lindsey’s slipper. It was like being a child again, about to open the biggest present on Christmas day. She gave Lindsey a sweet smile as she quickly flipped off the slipper.
“Oh shit! No!” gasped Lindsey, her eyes opening as she realised the scope of her error. Sendita smiled as she wiggled her fingers even as her hand hovered over Lindsey’s immobilised foot. Her soft creamy sole was just begging for a tickling, and Sendita was glad to oblige. She smiled as the nail of her index finger dug into the leathery skin of Lindsey’s heel. Lindsey looked apprehensive, as well she might. Sendita quickly flicked her nail down the entire surface of the sole, all the way down to the soft skin between her big toe and its neighbour. Lindsey gasped in shock. Sendita moved her finger up for another stroke. Lindsey scrunched up her foot as tightly as she could. Sendita pondered for a moment before she slowly stroked her nails around the oh so tender flesh just above the ankle, slowly dragging the nails across the soft and pale skin across the top of the foot. Lindsey’s toes opened up as if on cue and Sendita quickly darted her fingers between the four gaps between the toes. Lindsey squealed in shock. She squealed even more as Sendita dragged her nails down the soft and helpless foot bottom.
“Please stop.” Pleaded Lindsey.
“Oh no my dear. Until you say the password you’re going to be my captive. I’m going to use you as my personal play thing. I’m going to explore every inch of your cute toned body, inside and out. I’m going to make you laugh and squeal and giggle and then make you cum like you’ve never cum before. Then I’m going to tickle you some more until your body is at the height of exhaustion. But I’ll carry on, regardless of any pleading that you offer until you say the password. Then and only then will I release you.”
Lindsey’s eyes opened in shock. “People will come. People are going to miss me. I’m expected out tonight. You’ll never get away with this!” Lindsey blustered.
“I’m afraid that you’re wrong my dear. Dinner’s been cancelled. Your dinner guest is otherwise engaged tonight. She’ll not be talking to anybody until you’ve said the password. You’re not due at work for two days. You live in a detached house in an exclusive neighbourhood. Nobody is going to be coming round to help you. You’re all mine.”
Lindsey’s eyes glared defiantly as she said, “Do your worst then. I’ll never tell you.”
Sendita smiled, as she stroked her hand tenderly across Lindsey’s forehead. “I was hoping that you’d say that.”
Sendita pondered for a moment. This was a fun postion to be in, but she only had one hand free and she was sure that the hard floor was as uncomfortable for her captive as it was for her. And she wanted Lindsey fully focused on what she was going to do to her.
Sendita grabbed Lindsey’s opened blouse as best she could and pulled it overLindsey’s head and over her shoulders. She then released Lindsey’s arms and, with speed borne of years of wrestling practice, tightened the blouse around Lindsey’s arms as a makeshift arms restraint. Lindsey started to struggle, but she was already too late. Sendita then stood up, releasing Lindsey’s left leg. Lindsey immediately thrashed around, but Sendita stood well clear. She jumped behind Lindsey and lifted her up by her bound arms. She then quickly lifted her onto her right shoulder, facing forwards. She felt the impacts of Lindsey’s knees on her back as she thrashed around in a vain effort to escape. There might be bruises the next day, but she’d taken far harder hits during wrestling.
Lindsey was as light as a feather, which was good as she carried her up a flight of stairs to the master bedroom. She’d cursed herself when halfway up the stairs she realised that she’d forgotten her holdall bag, full of various entertaining toys that she’d be using on Lindsey. She tutted to herself, before heading back downstairs; retrieving the bag and heading back upstairs, Lindsey struggling futilely all the while.
The master bedroom was a brightly adorned room full of glass cabinets and tasteful decor. Trophies from numerous running and swimming events were proudly displayed in a cabinet by the bed. The double bed was sat atop a solid wooden frame and adorned with cool white bed covers. Sendita dropped the bag and gently lowered Lindsey onto the bed. As she loosed her grip, Lindsey bolted upright and made a run for the window. Sendita was momentarily stunned as Lindsey worked desperately to release the window catches. Surely she wasn’t going to jump?!
Sendita rushed over and grabbed Lindsey. They both fell atop the bed. As Lindsey recovered Sendita quickly jumped across to Lindsey’s feet. She wrapped her legs around Lindsey’s calves, leaving her immobilised and face down. Lindsey tried to reach back with her arms, but was unable to do anything in her position. This is where Sendita would normally go for a submission, but she was happy with where she was. Both hands free to focus on Lindsey’s soles.
She slowly stroked a finger across Lindsey’s left sole, eliciting a yelp and further struggles to get free. She stroked again and elicited further yelping and writhing. She stared at Lindsey’s bare sole. All she wanted to do right now was tickle the shit out of the bare foot. Rake her nails up and down her sole mercilessly, at the same time as stuffing her toes into her mouth and sucking and nibbling on them as she heard her captive erupt in paroxysms of forced mirth. But that would have to wait until later. She was going to escalate up slowly, to give her captive the chance to say the password. But she didn’t want the game to be over too soon. After all, she had the whole weekend.
Sendita reached backwards, almost bending her spine backwards as she reached for the holdall bag. It was a struggle, as the bag was very heavy and she was stretching at an awkward angle, but eventually she got the bag close enough to open it and select some of the contents, which she set atop the bed covers.
“Are you comfy my dear?” Cooed Sendita.
“Fuck you!” replied Lindsey.
“Ah no, if you don’t talk it’s going to be a case of “fuck you”.” Sendita replied. Lindsey stayed stoically silent.
Sendita picked up a thin metal rod with a tapered end. She looked at Lindsey’s soft creamy white sole for a moment, choosing the best spot. She then stroked the rod down Lindsey’s sole and between two of the toes. Lindsey’s legs strained to escape the grip of Sendita’s thighs to no avail. Sendita started stroking the rod around Lindsey’s foot, faster and faster. As Lindsey scrunched her toes up, she’s poke the rod into a small gap between the toes and then slowly stir it around, stroking the soft and tender spots between the toes. Lindsey moaned as Sendita probed the tenderest part of her foot. Sendita was getting impatient. She was hoping to elicit at least some guffaws by now.
She stopped stroking with the metal rod and pulled out a stiff goose feather. She studied Lindsey’s cute little toes. They were soft and tender and well formed. The little toes were a little scrunched up from tight shoes, but not enough to spoil the look of them. The nails were cut short and unadorned with make up. They were cute enough without needing any colour added to them. She gently pulled aside the left little toe and slowly flicked the feather into the gap between the toes. Lindsey gasped. Sendita then stroked the feather slowly and up and down the soft skin of the insides of her toes. She stroked faster and faster, drawing ever faster and faster gasps from Lindsey, matching the rythmn of the teasing feather strokes.
Still no laughter. Ah well. Sendita focused her attention on Lindsey’s right foot, still covered with a soft black slipper. She’d opened one present too quickly. This one she was going to take her time with. She slowly stroked her hands down Lindsey’s calf, and then began teasing strokes with her finger nails. Lindsey’s slippered foot waved around helplessly. Sendita then grasped the ankle firmly with her left hand and began to slowly peel off the slipper. She pulled it forward oh so slowly, allowing the nails of her other fingers to trail langurously across the tender sole flesh. Lindsey moaned as more and more of her foot was exposed. Sendita’s grip was not strong enough to fully stop the foot moving, but the futile struggles only served to turn her on. She dragged out the unveiling for as long as she could, but eventually the slipper fell off, revealing another set of tootsies as soft and inviting as the others. For someone who did so much sport, Lindsey had some soft and pampered feet.
Sendita realised that her breathing was heavy now. She was getting so turned on by having a beautiful captive at her mercy. This was better than she’d imagined. Fuck the feather and starting off slowly! She had a tickle captive to play with and she could do what she wanted with her! She placed the fetaher back into the bag. She paused for a moment and then hovered her fingers over the bare soles, like a maestro warming up his fingers over his piano keys. She gave a wicked grin and then she pounced! She scraped her fingers over the soft bare skin from top to bottom. Lindsey squealed in surprise. Sendita chuckled to herself as she changed tack and began to rapidly stroke her captive’s soft flesh with her nails, moving her fingers up and down and from side to side, across the tops and bottoms of the bare feet. Lindsey panted desprately, and emitted a maddening cacaphony of pants and grunts and high keening moans. She tried in vain to escape, straining with all her strength with her locked legs, but Sendita was far too strong for her.
“Noooo, uuuuhhghhh, gaaahhhh, uhuhuhuh!” Wailed Lindsey as Sendita continued her merciless tickling assault. “Stop iiitttt!”
“Not until you say the password,” admonished Sendita. She continued her relentless tickling assault, grinning with sadistic glee as she revelled in the torment of her captive. This was making her so horny! She sped up the rough strokes of her fingers across the captive soles, getting hornier and hornier as Lindsey’s protests grew ever more panicked. She realised that with the application of the right touches to the right parts of her captive she could elicit different sounds and appeals for mercy.
“Fuuu! Noo! Uhuhuhuhuhuh! Eek! Uhuhuhuhahahahaha! Shit! Nooo!” Lindsey wailed.
Sendita smiled and continued the constant scraping of her fingers across the trapped tootsies at her mercy. Time seemed to pass in a haze as she was lost in the moment of teasing her captive as thoroughly as possible. She noticed that Lindsey’s feet were starting to show a sheen of sweat, no doubt brought on by her constant yet futile struggles. Sendita also noted that Lindsey’s butt was moving up and down, as far as she was able, in time to the tickling strokes that Sendita was inflicting on her. She decided to try an experiment – she sped up her tickling strokes even further and the butt movement increased. It was almost hypnotic watching Lindsey’s cute black clad posterior thrust up and down in time to Sendita’s ministrations. She continued at this speed for a few more minutes until she noticed that Lindsey’s butt movements had stopped, along with any struggling or any high pitched protests.
“What’s up deary?” asked Sendita snarkily. “Pooped already?” She teased her index finger across Lindsey’s right sole, eliciting a weak yelp of exhaustion. “Just say the password and I’ll stop this. Otherwise I can do this all weekend, and I don’t think that you’ll last that long.” Sendita looked at her watch. “It’s only been thirty minutes so far. I can do this for hours. Can you take any more of this?”
Lindsey took in gulps of air as she composed herself enough to answer. Sendita was expecting that Lindsey was going to say the password, but was hoping that she’d decide to hold out for longer as Sendita had lots of other things she wanted to do to her tickle toy, and she hadn’t had this much fun in ages.
Lindsey replied as best she could, as she continued gasping for breath, “I’ll never say it. You won’t get away with this you bitch. You’ll be in so much trouble when I get out of this.”
Sendita was impressed. She’d have said the password after just a few seconds if the relentless tickling that she’d inflicted on her captive was visited upon her own vulnerable body. Her captive was obviously possessed of a strong will, as well as great brains and beauty. This was a great development. Now she could get really kinky!
tbc...
Not a follow up to my previous story but something a bit different, being told (95%) from the 'ler's POV. This is only approx 1/4 of the story. The really kinky stuff follows in later parts, including a suggestion from TMF member April, which will be in circa part 3.
I'll endeavour to get parts 2-4 written soon.
MM
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Lindsey sat on her plush sofa surveying the decor of her spacious living room. Polished glass cabinets gleamed, as did the screen of her ceiling mounted giant plasma TV. To the right hung a portrait of her, painted by a very talented friend. Lindsey looked admiringly at it, hoping that she really was as beautiful as the artist has portrayed her: a blonde haired angel with piercing blue eyes and a heavenly smile; her face framed by straight blonde hair reaching her shoulders.
She was pleased with her house. She’d worked hard for it. 80 hour weeks as a junior lawyer, earning a pittance. But now she’d just turned 30 and was a partner at Hunter & Associates, one of the most prestigious law firms in the country. She felt she had the right to bask in some small measure of luxury.
She checked once more the fit of her black silk blouse and black jeans. She scrunched her bare feet on the plush carpet as she leaned forward, eager for the ring of the doorbell. Her guest would be here soon.
He face brightened as she heard the bell. She quickly slipped on her black evening slippers and rushed to the door.
The all black clad woman, carrying a large holdall, waited at the door of the large detached house, under the cover of a front archway. Her name was Sendita. She was of Indian descent, in her ealy twenties, with chocolate brown skin and smooth black locks reaching well past her shoulders. She had full lips, painted dark magenta to bring out their lushness. She was tall and powerfully built, with lithe musculature honed by hours of martial arts and gymnastics. She slipped on a black mask, now that she had no more need to worry about looking suspicious to passers by.
Through the glass portion of the front door she could make out the petite blurred form of her target. The door opened and Lindsey’s expectant smile faded as she saw Sendita’s masked visage. Sendita clamped a firm hand over Lindsey’s mouth and slowly pushed her back inside the hallway. Lindsey’s eyes opened in shock and she gave no resistance. Sendita pushed the door shut behind her. She turned to face her captive, who she towered over, and leant close to her. “I know that you have the password to the company systems. Give it to me and my employers will pay me well and I’ll stop having to ask you for it. Do you understand me?”
Lindsey nodded her head slowly.
“Good, I’m going to release you now. Don’t try to run away”, Lindsey nodded. Sendita released her grip. She saw Lindsey’s furtive glance towards the back door a split second before she ran for it. Sendita smiled. This was not unexpected. She sprinted after the errant lawyer and was soon able to place a firm grip on her shoulder. Lindsey tugged out of her grip and grunted with effort as she rushed to the kitchen. Sendita launched herself at Lindsey and caught her around the shoulders. She then twisted in mid air so that she hit the floor first and Lindsey was cushioned by her body. Lindsey cursed as she struggled to get away. Her limbs flailed as she writhed like tasmanian devil and howled like a banshee. Sendita smiled and kept her cool. She slowly forced Lindsey’s arms up above her head and hooked her right arm behind Lindsey’s head, which also pinned both her arms upwards. Sendita then lay clamly as Lindsey exhausted herself with more fruitless struggle.
Sendita amused herself by slowly stroking her free hand across Lindsey’s face. She felt the softness of her pale sking beneath her fingers and revelled in the defiant glare of her captive as she slowly stroked her hair. She sure was a bundle of energy. Sendita was going to enjoy breaking her in.
After a while Lindsey lay panting as Sendita relaxed beside her. “Are you done yet my dear?” she asked sardonically. Lindsey glowered at her. Sendita smiled sweetly. “Now, let’s see what we have here, hmmm?” Her left hand began to edge towards Lindsey’s blouse buttons.
“Oh shit, nononono!” Lindsey protested.
“Oh shit, yesyesyes” purred Sendita. She slowly unbuttoned Lindsey’s blouse and flipped the sides open revealing a lacey black bra and Lindsey’s vulnerable ribs and belly. Sendita began to slowly tease her finger along the ribs, slowly going up and down and meandering her finger along, with infinite patience. This young blonde wasn’t going anywhere. Lindsey began shaking her head back and forth wildly and she began panting. Her arms stiffened as she struggled to escape, but Sendita’s one arm around them was enough to keep them locked outwards.
Sendita started stroking with several of her fingers at once. Lindsey started panting more loudly. Sendita was hoping that her captive would be laughing by now. Still, the night was young. Lindsey struggled even more furiously, her teeth gritted in determination to escape. Her body shook as she lashed her legs upwards in a futile attempt to kick out at Sendita.
“Well, if you insist.” Teased Sendita as she awaited another kick towards her. As Lindsey’s left leg reached its full extension Sendita quickly hooked one of her own legs around it and then tightened her grip around it so that Lindsey’s slippered left foot was held immobile just above her chest. “Tootsie tickles it is then.”
Sendita felt a sense of giddy excitement as she slid her hand to the heel of Lindsey’s slipper. It was like being a child again, about to open the biggest present on Christmas day. She gave Lindsey a sweet smile as she quickly flipped off the slipper.
“Oh shit! No!” gasped Lindsey, her eyes opening as she realised the scope of her error. Sendita smiled as she wiggled her fingers even as her hand hovered over Lindsey’s immobilised foot. Her soft creamy sole was just begging for a tickling, and Sendita was glad to oblige. She smiled as the nail of her index finger dug into the leathery skin of Lindsey’s heel. Lindsey looked apprehensive, as well she might. Sendita quickly flicked her nail down the entire surface of the sole, all the way down to the soft skin between her big toe and its neighbour. Lindsey gasped in shock. Sendita moved her finger up for another stroke. Lindsey scrunched up her foot as tightly as she could. Sendita pondered for a moment before she slowly stroked her nails around the oh so tender flesh just above the ankle, slowly dragging the nails across the soft and pale skin across the top of the foot. Lindsey’s toes opened up as if on cue and Sendita quickly darted her fingers between the four gaps between the toes. Lindsey squealed in shock. She squealed even more as Sendita dragged her nails down the soft and helpless foot bottom.
“Please stop.” Pleaded Lindsey.
“Oh no my dear. Until you say the password you’re going to be my captive. I’m going to use you as my personal play thing. I’m going to explore every inch of your cute toned body, inside and out. I’m going to make you laugh and squeal and giggle and then make you cum like you’ve never cum before. Then I’m going to tickle you some more until your body is at the height of exhaustion. But I’ll carry on, regardless of any pleading that you offer until you say the password. Then and only then will I release you.”
Lindsey’s eyes opened in shock. “People will come. People are going to miss me. I’m expected out tonight. You’ll never get away with this!” Lindsey blustered.
“I’m afraid that you’re wrong my dear. Dinner’s been cancelled. Your dinner guest is otherwise engaged tonight. She’ll not be talking to anybody until you’ve said the password. You’re not due at work for two days. You live in a detached house in an exclusive neighbourhood. Nobody is going to be coming round to help you. You’re all mine.”
Lindsey’s eyes glared defiantly as she said, “Do your worst then. I’ll never tell you.”
Sendita smiled, as she stroked her hand tenderly across Lindsey’s forehead. “I was hoping that you’d say that.”
Sendita pondered for a moment. This was a fun postion to be in, but she only had one hand free and she was sure that the hard floor was as uncomfortable for her captive as it was for her. And she wanted Lindsey fully focused on what she was going to do to her.
Sendita grabbed Lindsey’s opened blouse as best she could and pulled it overLindsey’s head and over her shoulders. She then released Lindsey’s arms and, with speed borne of years of wrestling practice, tightened the blouse around Lindsey’s arms as a makeshift arms restraint. Lindsey started to struggle, but she was already too late. Sendita then stood up, releasing Lindsey’s left leg. Lindsey immediately thrashed around, but Sendita stood well clear. She jumped behind Lindsey and lifted her up by her bound arms. She then quickly lifted her onto her right shoulder, facing forwards. She felt the impacts of Lindsey’s knees on her back as she thrashed around in a vain effort to escape. There might be bruises the next day, but she’d taken far harder hits during wrestling.
Lindsey was as light as a feather, which was good as she carried her up a flight of stairs to the master bedroom. She’d cursed herself when halfway up the stairs she realised that she’d forgotten her holdall bag, full of various entertaining toys that she’d be using on Lindsey. She tutted to herself, before heading back downstairs; retrieving the bag and heading back upstairs, Lindsey struggling futilely all the while.
The master bedroom was a brightly adorned room full of glass cabinets and tasteful decor. Trophies from numerous running and swimming events were proudly displayed in a cabinet by the bed. The double bed was sat atop a solid wooden frame and adorned with cool white bed covers. Sendita dropped the bag and gently lowered Lindsey onto the bed. As she loosed her grip, Lindsey bolted upright and made a run for the window. Sendita was momentarily stunned as Lindsey worked desperately to release the window catches. Surely she wasn’t going to jump?!
Sendita rushed over and grabbed Lindsey. They both fell atop the bed. As Lindsey recovered Sendita quickly jumped across to Lindsey’s feet. She wrapped her legs around Lindsey’s calves, leaving her immobilised and face down. Lindsey tried to reach back with her arms, but was unable to do anything in her position. This is where Sendita would normally go for a submission, but she was happy with where she was. Both hands free to focus on Lindsey’s soles.
She slowly stroked a finger across Lindsey’s left sole, eliciting a yelp and further struggles to get free. She stroked again and elicited further yelping and writhing. She stared at Lindsey’s bare sole. All she wanted to do right now was tickle the shit out of the bare foot. Rake her nails up and down her sole mercilessly, at the same time as stuffing her toes into her mouth and sucking and nibbling on them as she heard her captive erupt in paroxysms of forced mirth. But that would have to wait until later. She was going to escalate up slowly, to give her captive the chance to say the password. But she didn’t want the game to be over too soon. After all, she had the whole weekend.
Sendita reached backwards, almost bending her spine backwards as she reached for the holdall bag. It was a struggle, as the bag was very heavy and she was stretching at an awkward angle, but eventually she got the bag close enough to open it and select some of the contents, which she set atop the bed covers.
“Are you comfy my dear?” Cooed Sendita.
“Fuck you!” replied Lindsey.
“Ah no, if you don’t talk it’s going to be a case of “fuck you”.” Sendita replied. Lindsey stayed stoically silent.
Sendita picked up a thin metal rod with a tapered end. She looked at Lindsey’s soft creamy white sole for a moment, choosing the best spot. She then stroked the rod down Lindsey’s sole and between two of the toes. Lindsey’s legs strained to escape the grip of Sendita’s thighs to no avail. Sendita started stroking the rod around Lindsey’s foot, faster and faster. As Lindsey scrunched her toes up, she’s poke the rod into a small gap between the toes and then slowly stir it around, stroking the soft and tender spots between the toes. Lindsey moaned as Sendita probed the tenderest part of her foot. Sendita was getting impatient. She was hoping to elicit at least some guffaws by now.
She stopped stroking with the metal rod and pulled out a stiff goose feather. She studied Lindsey’s cute little toes. They were soft and tender and well formed. The little toes were a little scrunched up from tight shoes, but not enough to spoil the look of them. The nails were cut short and unadorned with make up. They were cute enough without needing any colour added to them. She gently pulled aside the left little toe and slowly flicked the feather into the gap between the toes. Lindsey gasped. Sendita then stroked the feather slowly and up and down the soft skin of the insides of her toes. She stroked faster and faster, drawing ever faster and faster gasps from Lindsey, matching the rythmn of the teasing feather strokes.
Still no laughter. Ah well. Sendita focused her attention on Lindsey’s right foot, still covered with a soft black slipper. She’d opened one present too quickly. This one she was going to take her time with. She slowly stroked her hands down Lindsey’s calf, and then began teasing strokes with her finger nails. Lindsey’s slippered foot waved around helplessly. Sendita then grasped the ankle firmly with her left hand and began to slowly peel off the slipper. She pulled it forward oh so slowly, allowing the nails of her other fingers to trail langurously across the tender sole flesh. Lindsey moaned as more and more of her foot was exposed. Sendita’s grip was not strong enough to fully stop the foot moving, but the futile struggles only served to turn her on. She dragged out the unveiling for as long as she could, but eventually the slipper fell off, revealing another set of tootsies as soft and inviting as the others. For someone who did so much sport, Lindsey had some soft and pampered feet.
Sendita realised that her breathing was heavy now. She was getting so turned on by having a beautiful captive at her mercy. This was better than she’d imagined. Fuck the feather and starting off slowly! She had a tickle captive to play with and she could do what she wanted with her! She placed the fetaher back into the bag. She paused for a moment and then hovered her fingers over the bare soles, like a maestro warming up his fingers over his piano keys. She gave a wicked grin and then she pounced! She scraped her fingers over the soft bare skin from top to bottom. Lindsey squealed in surprise. Sendita chuckled to herself as she changed tack and began to rapidly stroke her captive’s soft flesh with her nails, moving her fingers up and down and from side to side, across the tops and bottoms of the bare feet. Lindsey panted desprately, and emitted a maddening cacaphony of pants and grunts and high keening moans. She tried in vain to escape, straining with all her strength with her locked legs, but Sendita was far too strong for her.
“Noooo, uuuuhhghhh, gaaahhhh, uhuhuhuh!” Wailed Lindsey as Sendita continued her merciless tickling assault. “Stop iiitttt!”
“Not until you say the password,” admonished Sendita. She continued her relentless tickling assault, grinning with sadistic glee as she revelled in the torment of her captive. This was making her so horny! She sped up the rough strokes of her fingers across the captive soles, getting hornier and hornier as Lindsey’s protests grew ever more panicked. She realised that with the application of the right touches to the right parts of her captive she could elicit different sounds and appeals for mercy.
“Fuuu! Noo! Uhuhuhuhuhuh! Eek! Uhuhuhuhahahahaha! Shit! Nooo!” Lindsey wailed.
Sendita smiled and continued the constant scraping of her fingers across the trapped tootsies at her mercy. Time seemed to pass in a haze as she was lost in the moment of teasing her captive as thoroughly as possible. She noticed that Lindsey’s feet were starting to show a sheen of sweat, no doubt brought on by her constant yet futile struggles. Sendita also noted that Lindsey’s butt was moving up and down, as far as she was able, in time to the tickling strokes that Sendita was inflicting on her. She decided to try an experiment – she sped up her tickling strokes even further and the butt movement increased. It was almost hypnotic watching Lindsey’s cute black clad posterior thrust up and down in time to Sendita’s ministrations. She continued at this speed for a few more minutes until she noticed that Lindsey’s butt movements had stopped, along with any struggling or any high pitched protests.
“What’s up deary?” asked Sendita snarkily. “Pooped already?” She teased her index finger across Lindsey’s right sole, eliciting a weak yelp of exhaustion. “Just say the password and I’ll stop this. Otherwise I can do this all weekend, and I don’t think that you’ll last that long.” Sendita looked at her watch. “It’s only been thirty minutes so far. I can do this for hours. Can you take any more of this?”
Lindsey took in gulps of air as she composed herself enough to answer. Sendita was expecting that Lindsey was going to say the password, but was hoping that she’d decide to hold out for longer as Sendita had lots of other things she wanted to do to her tickle toy, and she hadn’t had this much fun in ages.
Lindsey replied as best she could, as she continued gasping for breath, “I’ll never say it. You won’t get away with this you bitch. You’ll be in so much trouble when I get out of this.”
Sendita was impressed. She’d have said the password after just a few seconds if the relentless tickling that she’d inflicted on her captive was visited upon her own vulnerable body. Her captive was obviously possessed of a strong will, as well as great brains and beauty. This was a great development. Now she could get really kinky!
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