Persephone
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After many years of reading stories, I've finally gotten the courage to post one of my own! This is my first post so please be nice! I hope you like it.
Once again she nervously glanced over at the night stand. The clock visibly read 6:24.
"He'll be home soon," Ashley sighed as she ran her fingers through her short brown hair. She always got antsy and extremely nervous whenever she knew Jerry was about to get home.
As she dreaded his homecoming she turned and looked through the partially opened bedroom door and noticed the ominous looking door at the very end of the hallway.
It led down to the basement, Jerry's favorite part of the house, and definitely Ashley's least favorite.
Ashley was knocked out of her deep thoughts as she heard the distant thundering of Jerry's bike making it's way down their driveway.
"Oh god," she mumbled, her heart pounding in her chest.
Quickly she hopped off the bed and scurried across to the vanity. Giving herself the once over she just sighed hopelessly.
"He's going to be so pissed..." she sighed as she stared at her tired looking reflection.
The jingling of keys was heard as Jerry unlocked the front door and pushed it open impatiently.
"Ash?" he called out. He always hated when she wasn't waiting at the door to greet him, a cold beer in hand.
"Coming," she responded as she exited the bedroom and hurried down the hall. She knew how he hated to wait.
As she entered the living room she saw Jerry sprawled out lazily on the couch. He looked up to acknowledge her and his eyes immediately narrowed at what he saw.
"What did you do?" he angrily asked.
"It's just a few inches shorter Jer, the stylist didn't mean to. My hair was still wet so it always looks shorter when dry and --" Ashley tried to explain quickly.
"I don't care about the damn stylist Ashley. I care that you went against my wishes and chopped your hair off," he stood up slowly.
God he intimidated her and Ashley found herself backing away.
"Please don't Jerry," Ashley pleaded, now up against the wall.
"Don't what? Punish you for chopping your hair off? Your damn right I'm going to. Did you at least remember to get it done?" he impatiently asked.
Biting her bottom lip, a bad move because that small facial gesture really turned Jerry on, she dropped her gaze.
"No...I forgot," she whispered in terror.
Silence filled the room. "Well now I definitely have reason to punish you. I guess I'll have to do it myself."
"No Jerry please!" Ashley whimpered. She always hated when he personally did it to her. It was so much worse than the salon.
"Come on then. Don't struggle," he gripped her upper arm and wrenched her away from the wall and started to drag her down the carpeted hallway.
"Please Jerry! I'll go tomorrow!" she tugged at her arm.
"If I hear one more plea, I'll gag you for the rest of the night," he warned under his breath.
Ashley dropped her head. She knew when to stop pushing his buttons.
Jerry pulled open the basement door and flipped the switch with his free hand as he began to lead Ashley down the narrow wooden steps.
Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears she couldn't even make out the distinct squeaking of the old steps as she made her way down.
They came into a partially finished basement, with half the room being a game room for Jerry and the other half containing the washer and dryer.
"Come on then," Jerry dragged her towards his game room side of the basement.
Tossing her down onto the couch gently he walked away to retrieve something. Ashley eyed the stairs warily, but didn't dare try to flee. She had tried in the past and it hadn't turned out well.
"Give me your hands," Jerry ordered as he returned from the closet clutching soft white rope in his hands.
Holding out her thin wrists without hesitation, Jerry begin to wind the rope around them and secured them tightly yet comfortably together.
Jerry left again but this time returned carrying his homemade stocks. He'd worked on them for over two months and never told Ashley. The first time he'd bolted her feet in that thing she thought she'd have a heart attack.
"Don't struggle," he warned her. He grabbed her thin calves and with ease stuck her feet and ankles through the holes and brought the top half down, bolting it shut.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
Biting her lower lip again she looked away. But she suddenly jolted up off the couch and squealed as Jerry dragged a finger up her still socked sole.
"Answer me when I ask you a question," he growled.
"I'm feeling scared Jerry. But I won't fight you, because I deserve this punishment," she basically recited like every time he "punished" her.
"Good girl. Now since you didn't get a pedicure at the salon, I'll punish you by giving you a hellish one right here at home," he chuckled darkly.
"And since you chopped your hair off against my wishes, I'm going to double the punishment by tying your toes back," he laughed to himself.
"Oh god, please Jerry don't!" she wailed as she began to squirm against the stocks.
"Too late. Now don't you go anywhere. I've got to go and get my tools," he stood up and left her alone as he headed back upstairs.
Ashley heard him moving around above them, obviously in the bed room as she struggled to untie her hands. But Jerry's tying of the rope was much too advanced and she knew she had no chance at freeing herself.
A few minutes later he returned clutching all his items against his chest. Plopping down on the chair in front of her socked feet he deposited all the items onto the coffee table.
Ashley glanced over and felt a shudder run down her spine as she observed what he had brought down: a pumice stone, extra moisturizing foot cream, Jergen's lotion, a scrubbing brush, and soap.
Blinking she stared at Jerry. "What is the soap for?"
"Well you don't expect me to give you a pedicure without washing your feet off? Besides they probably smell terrible being in your confining socks all day," he chuckled.
He stood once more and went into the small half bath in the basement and returned with a large cup of warm water.
"Let's get this punishment started," he grinned.
Ashley watched helplessly as he peeled her purple socks off her size eight feet. Her toes wiggled in the cool air of the basement as they were bared for the enjoyment of her tormenting boyfriend.
Jerry always loved taking in the sight of his girlfriend's feet. They were the first thing he'd ever noticed about her. Ever since that day in class when they had been sophomores in college. She had been sitting at a desk with her flip flop dangling off one foot as she bobbed it impatiently.
Her feet were a little small for his taste, he always did like a bigger foot, at least a nine. But her size eight were adorable.
The toes were nicely formed and the toenails were painted dark red, his favorite. Her balls and heel were tinged a light pink while her arch remained a creamy white.
She didn't really need a pedicure, since she got one at least once a week for Jerry's sake and to keep him happy.
But her feet could never be too soft or creamy for his demented mind. He just loved to tickle torture them, lick them, sniff them, kiss them and so on.
"Ah freshly bared feet. My favorite," he laughed idly as he leaned in close to them.
"Whew, definitely smell like sweat, and your heels look dry. A pedicure is just right for you," he grinned, kissing the soft ball of her left sole.
Ashley giggled and already began to squirm, her toes curling instinctively.
"Oh yeah, your toes, almost forgot," Jerry chuckled, pulling some string from his pocket.
Ashley didn't fight as he tied her big toes back and then her pinky toes. Her feet were now splayed before him, very taught and the flesh of her soles practically tingling as they knew the torture that was about to befall them.
"Let this punishment be a reminder, to alway do exactly what I say," Jerry told her coldly as he picked up the scrubbing brush and soap.
He poured some water onto her right sole and then onto the scrubbing brush. Rubbing the soap against the brush he lathered it up and then without warning he began to ferociously scrub her right foot.
Ashley almost felt like jumping out of her skin as she squealed and began to struggle.
"Jerrryyy! Sto...ah..ah...op!" she screamed. Never before had he scrubbed her feet like this! It tingled and tickled so badly she thought she couldn't stand another second!
Ignoring her pleas, he scrubbed the brush below her toes, over the ball, down the smooth arch and onto the rounded heel.
Without a word he poured the rest of the water onto her left sole and began to scrub that one squeaky clean.
Ashley couldn't even try to plead for mercy now as she was so consumed in deep laughter. Her face was red and her eyes squinted tightly together as she tried to remain sane throughout this agony.
"There, nice and clean," he laughed darkly as he pulled back.
Her once light pink soles were now a practically shimmering magenta from how hard he'd scrubbed.
"Please..." she panted, sweat trickling down her pretty face, "no more Jerry."
"We have barely began," he coldly remarked. "I'm showing no mercy or safe words tonight. I'm tired of you not obeying me when I tell you something. And forgetting a pedicure is unforgivable."
"Yes Jerry," she dropped her head. She knew arguing with him would just make her punishment last that much longer.
"Now onto my favorite part," he said evilly. Picking up the pumice stone he noticed how Ashley's feet began to tremble again.
Leaning close to her beautiful soles he began to rub the pumice stone across the supple, pink balls of her feet.
Ashley threw her head back and began to practically scream with laughter. Her feet were so sensitive now after the scrubbing and now the rough rubbing of the pumice stone! It was more than she could bare.
"Hahahaheeee...Jerr....Jerr...eeeEE! Ple....eeeeahhheese!!! No....no moreeeaahhahh!!" she screamed through her laughter that could deafen anyone. But the louder she laughed the more Jerry was turned on and loved it.
It wasn't until he really began to rub it firmly against her creamy arches, the most sensitive part of her foot, that she really lost it.
"EeeeEEEEE! Noaahhahhhhaahh!" she shook her head wildly from side to side, her short hair sticking to her pretty face and neck as she sweated.
After fifteen minutes of good and thorough pumicing of her foot, Jerry was content. Her heels no longer had dry skin but were rosy and smooth.
The balls of her soles were a warm magenta and her arches were even tinged a slight pink from how hypersensitive he was making them. The bottom of her toes were even a creamy white by now.
"Now for the relaxing part," Jerry whispered as brushed the Jergen's aside and reached for the extra moisturizing foot cream.
"Perfect," he grinned as he squeezed it from the tube and into his hands. Rubbing them together he began to then massage the lotion firmly into her soles.
This part of the punishment Ashley didn't mind. She moaned as he massaged her feet. It felt so good and soothing after the last half hour of utter torture.
After a few minutes of rubbing the cream in he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ashley asked.
"To get the socks," he laughed, knowing how much she hated them.
"Oh please Jerry! Not the socks!" she whimpered but ignored her and went up the steps towards their bedroom.
He descended quickly into the basement clutching a pair of feet softening socks that he had ordered specially off the internet for Ashley, though he knew she despised them.
"I'll leave them on for an hour," he said as he sat down at her bright pink soles.
Untying her toes he tossed the string to the floor and easily slid one pink sock over each warm sole.
He reached over towards an end table by the couch.
"What...what are you doing now?" Ashley whimpered in fear.
"Your punishment is far from over Ash. I want your feet to be hot and slick when I really get down to business," he said as he set the small end table lamp over her feet.
Ashley was terrified. Her feet were so soft now that even when he'd rolled the scratchy socks over her feet it had tickled.
If they were left in the softening socks for an hour, still moist from the massage with the cream, and under the small lamp....she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Please baby. I've learned my lesson. We can go upstairs and--" she tried to coerce him.
"Won't work Ashley. I want nothing more than to tickle your pretty feet tonight and see you struggle and scream because I know how much you can't stand me touching your feet let alone tickling them because of how sensitive they are," Jerry grinned.
Walking away from her she wondered where he was going now.
"I'll be back. I need to go get some of my toys from upstairs so once I start to tickle your feet, you'll learn the true meaning of tickle torture," he darkly said over his shoulder.
Ashley's supple and tender feet squirmed in the stocks as she felt the cream sinking into the pink flesh and making them that much more tender.
"Oh god," she whimpered. What was he going to do to her poor feet next?
(To be continued...? Maybe?)
Once again she nervously glanced over at the night stand. The clock visibly read 6:24.
"He'll be home soon," Ashley sighed as she ran her fingers through her short brown hair. She always got antsy and extremely nervous whenever she knew Jerry was about to get home.
As she dreaded his homecoming she turned and looked through the partially opened bedroom door and noticed the ominous looking door at the very end of the hallway.
It led down to the basement, Jerry's favorite part of the house, and definitely Ashley's least favorite.
Ashley was knocked out of her deep thoughts as she heard the distant thundering of Jerry's bike making it's way down their driveway.
"Oh god," she mumbled, her heart pounding in her chest.
Quickly she hopped off the bed and scurried across to the vanity. Giving herself the once over she just sighed hopelessly.
"He's going to be so pissed..." she sighed as she stared at her tired looking reflection.
The jingling of keys was heard as Jerry unlocked the front door and pushed it open impatiently.
"Ash?" he called out. He always hated when she wasn't waiting at the door to greet him, a cold beer in hand.
"Coming," she responded as she exited the bedroom and hurried down the hall. She knew how he hated to wait.
As she entered the living room she saw Jerry sprawled out lazily on the couch. He looked up to acknowledge her and his eyes immediately narrowed at what he saw.
"What did you do?" he angrily asked.
"It's just a few inches shorter Jer, the stylist didn't mean to. My hair was still wet so it always looks shorter when dry and --" Ashley tried to explain quickly.
"I don't care about the damn stylist Ashley. I care that you went against my wishes and chopped your hair off," he stood up slowly.
God he intimidated her and Ashley found herself backing away.
"Please don't Jerry," Ashley pleaded, now up against the wall.
"Don't what? Punish you for chopping your hair off? Your damn right I'm going to. Did you at least remember to get it done?" he impatiently asked.
Biting her bottom lip, a bad move because that small facial gesture really turned Jerry on, she dropped her gaze.
"No...I forgot," she whispered in terror.
Silence filled the room. "Well now I definitely have reason to punish you. I guess I'll have to do it myself."
"No Jerry please!" Ashley whimpered. She always hated when he personally did it to her. It was so much worse than the salon.
"Come on then. Don't struggle," he gripped her upper arm and wrenched her away from the wall and started to drag her down the carpeted hallway.
"Please Jerry! I'll go tomorrow!" she tugged at her arm.
"If I hear one more plea, I'll gag you for the rest of the night," he warned under his breath.
Ashley dropped her head. She knew when to stop pushing his buttons.
Jerry pulled open the basement door and flipped the switch with his free hand as he began to lead Ashley down the narrow wooden steps.
Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears she couldn't even make out the distinct squeaking of the old steps as she made her way down.
They came into a partially finished basement, with half the room being a game room for Jerry and the other half containing the washer and dryer.
"Come on then," Jerry dragged her towards his game room side of the basement.
Tossing her down onto the couch gently he walked away to retrieve something. Ashley eyed the stairs warily, but didn't dare try to flee. She had tried in the past and it hadn't turned out well.
"Give me your hands," Jerry ordered as he returned from the closet clutching soft white rope in his hands.
Holding out her thin wrists without hesitation, Jerry begin to wind the rope around them and secured them tightly yet comfortably together.
Jerry left again but this time returned carrying his homemade stocks. He'd worked on them for over two months and never told Ashley. The first time he'd bolted her feet in that thing she thought she'd have a heart attack.
"Don't struggle," he warned her. He grabbed her thin calves and with ease stuck her feet and ankles through the holes and brought the top half down, bolting it shut.
"How are you feeling?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
Biting her lower lip again she looked away. But she suddenly jolted up off the couch and squealed as Jerry dragged a finger up her still socked sole.
"Answer me when I ask you a question," he growled.
"I'm feeling scared Jerry. But I won't fight you, because I deserve this punishment," she basically recited like every time he "punished" her.
"Good girl. Now since you didn't get a pedicure at the salon, I'll punish you by giving you a hellish one right here at home," he chuckled darkly.
"And since you chopped your hair off against my wishes, I'm going to double the punishment by tying your toes back," he laughed to himself.
"Oh god, please Jerry don't!" she wailed as she began to squirm against the stocks.
"Too late. Now don't you go anywhere. I've got to go and get my tools," he stood up and left her alone as he headed back upstairs.
Ashley heard him moving around above them, obviously in the bed room as she struggled to untie her hands. But Jerry's tying of the rope was much too advanced and she knew she had no chance at freeing herself.
A few minutes later he returned clutching all his items against his chest. Plopping down on the chair in front of her socked feet he deposited all the items onto the coffee table.
Ashley glanced over and felt a shudder run down her spine as she observed what he had brought down: a pumice stone, extra moisturizing foot cream, Jergen's lotion, a scrubbing brush, and soap.
Blinking she stared at Jerry. "What is the soap for?"
"Well you don't expect me to give you a pedicure without washing your feet off? Besides they probably smell terrible being in your confining socks all day," he chuckled.
He stood once more and went into the small half bath in the basement and returned with a large cup of warm water.
"Let's get this punishment started," he grinned.
Ashley watched helplessly as he peeled her purple socks off her size eight feet. Her toes wiggled in the cool air of the basement as they were bared for the enjoyment of her tormenting boyfriend.
Jerry always loved taking in the sight of his girlfriend's feet. They were the first thing he'd ever noticed about her. Ever since that day in class when they had been sophomores in college. She had been sitting at a desk with her flip flop dangling off one foot as she bobbed it impatiently.
Her feet were a little small for his taste, he always did like a bigger foot, at least a nine. But her size eight were adorable.
The toes were nicely formed and the toenails were painted dark red, his favorite. Her balls and heel were tinged a light pink while her arch remained a creamy white.
She didn't really need a pedicure, since she got one at least once a week for Jerry's sake and to keep him happy.
But her feet could never be too soft or creamy for his demented mind. He just loved to tickle torture them, lick them, sniff them, kiss them and so on.
"Ah freshly bared feet. My favorite," he laughed idly as he leaned in close to them.
"Whew, definitely smell like sweat, and your heels look dry. A pedicure is just right for you," he grinned, kissing the soft ball of her left sole.
Ashley giggled and already began to squirm, her toes curling instinctively.
"Oh yeah, your toes, almost forgot," Jerry chuckled, pulling some string from his pocket.
Ashley didn't fight as he tied her big toes back and then her pinky toes. Her feet were now splayed before him, very taught and the flesh of her soles practically tingling as they knew the torture that was about to befall them.
"Let this punishment be a reminder, to alway do exactly what I say," Jerry told her coldly as he picked up the scrubbing brush and soap.
He poured some water onto her right sole and then onto the scrubbing brush. Rubbing the soap against the brush he lathered it up and then without warning he began to ferociously scrub her right foot.
Ashley almost felt like jumping out of her skin as she squealed and began to struggle.
"Jerrryyy! Sto...ah..ah...op!" she screamed. Never before had he scrubbed her feet like this! It tingled and tickled so badly she thought she couldn't stand another second!
Ignoring her pleas, he scrubbed the brush below her toes, over the ball, down the smooth arch and onto the rounded heel.
Without a word he poured the rest of the water onto her left sole and began to scrub that one squeaky clean.
Ashley couldn't even try to plead for mercy now as she was so consumed in deep laughter. Her face was red and her eyes squinted tightly together as she tried to remain sane throughout this agony.
"There, nice and clean," he laughed darkly as he pulled back.
Her once light pink soles were now a practically shimmering magenta from how hard he'd scrubbed.
"Please..." she panted, sweat trickling down her pretty face, "no more Jerry."
"We have barely began," he coldly remarked. "I'm showing no mercy or safe words tonight. I'm tired of you not obeying me when I tell you something. And forgetting a pedicure is unforgivable."
"Yes Jerry," she dropped her head. She knew arguing with him would just make her punishment last that much longer.
"Now onto my favorite part," he said evilly. Picking up the pumice stone he noticed how Ashley's feet began to tremble again.
Leaning close to her beautiful soles he began to rub the pumice stone across the supple, pink balls of her feet.
Ashley threw her head back and began to practically scream with laughter. Her feet were so sensitive now after the scrubbing and now the rough rubbing of the pumice stone! It was more than she could bare.
"Hahahaheeee...Jerr....Jerr...eeeEE! Ple....eeeeahhheese!!! No....no moreeeaahhahh!!" she screamed through her laughter that could deafen anyone. But the louder she laughed the more Jerry was turned on and loved it.
It wasn't until he really began to rub it firmly against her creamy arches, the most sensitive part of her foot, that she really lost it.
"EeeeEEEEE! Noaahhahhhhaahh!" she shook her head wildly from side to side, her short hair sticking to her pretty face and neck as she sweated.
After fifteen minutes of good and thorough pumicing of her foot, Jerry was content. Her heels no longer had dry skin but were rosy and smooth.
The balls of her soles were a warm magenta and her arches were even tinged a slight pink from how hypersensitive he was making them. The bottom of her toes were even a creamy white by now.
"Now for the relaxing part," Jerry whispered as brushed the Jergen's aside and reached for the extra moisturizing foot cream.
"Perfect," he grinned as he squeezed it from the tube and into his hands. Rubbing them together he began to then massage the lotion firmly into her soles.
This part of the punishment Ashley didn't mind. She moaned as he massaged her feet. It felt so good and soothing after the last half hour of utter torture.
After a few minutes of rubbing the cream in he stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ashley asked.
"To get the socks," he laughed, knowing how much she hated them.
"Oh please Jerry! Not the socks!" she whimpered but ignored her and went up the steps towards their bedroom.
He descended quickly into the basement clutching a pair of feet softening socks that he had ordered specially off the internet for Ashley, though he knew she despised them.
"I'll leave them on for an hour," he said as he sat down at her bright pink soles.
Untying her toes he tossed the string to the floor and easily slid one pink sock over each warm sole.
He reached over towards an end table by the couch.
"What...what are you doing now?" Ashley whimpered in fear.
"Your punishment is far from over Ash. I want your feet to be hot and slick when I really get down to business," he said as he set the small end table lamp over her feet.
Ashley was terrified. Her feet were so soft now that even when he'd rolled the scratchy socks over her feet it had tickled.
If they were left in the softening socks for an hour, still moist from the massage with the cream, and under the small lamp....she wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Please baby. I've learned my lesson. We can go upstairs and--" she tried to coerce him.
"Won't work Ashley. I want nothing more than to tickle your pretty feet tonight and see you struggle and scream because I know how much you can't stand me touching your feet let alone tickling them because of how sensitive they are," Jerry grinned.
Walking away from her she wondered where he was going now.
"I'll be back. I need to go get some of my toys from upstairs so once I start to tickle your feet, you'll learn the true meaning of tickle torture," he darkly said over his shoulder.
Ashley's supple and tender feet squirmed in the stocks as she felt the cream sinking into the pink flesh and making them that much more tender.
"Oh god," she whimpered. What was he going to do to her poor feet next?
(To be continued...? Maybe?)
