proud2tickle
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- Feb 29, 2004
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The community center buzzed with tension as James stood at the podium, his practiced smile masking the glee he felt at the chaos he was about to unleash. The women sat in a semicircle, their faces a mix of curiosity and unease. Wendy fidgeted with her flip-flops, Amber crossed her arms defiantly, Shania glanced nervously at her Adidas, Mindy bounced her oversized running shoes, and Kimberly kept her hands clenched in her lap.
“Ladies,” James began, his voice smooth but commanding. “Thank you for coming. I’ve gathered you here today to address some… disturbing confessions. Secrets that, if left unchecked, could tear our community apart.”
A murmur rippled through the room. James let it linger before continuing. “Wendy, Amber, Shania, Mindy, Kimberly… each of you has something to hide. And thanks to our little… confessional sessions, those secrets are no longer under wraps.”
“What is he talking about?” Amber hissed to Wendy, who shrugged but couldn’t hide her nervous glance at James.
“Shania,” James said, his gaze locking onto her, “you’ve been stealing from the community garden. Mindy, you’ve been tampering with the HOA election ballots. And Kimberly… well, let’s just say the pool’s snack bar is missing more than just snacks.”
The women gasped, their eyes darting between each other in accusation and betrayal. Shania’s face flushed crimson, while Mindy’s jaw tightened in defiance.
“But don’t worry,” James said, his smile widening. “I’m here to ensure justice is served. Come, ladies. It’s time for a little… accountability.”
---
In the confessional room, James ushered in Shania and Mindy, their faces pale but resolute. He gestured to two chairs, each fitted with restraints and a low stool for their feet. A heat lamp hummed softly in the corner, casting an ominous glow.
“Sit,” James ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Shania hesitated, her chestnut hair falling into her eyes as she glanced at the restraints. “This is ridiculous. I’m not—”
“Sit. Down.” James’s voice cut through her protest like a knife.
With a huff, Shania obeyed, her Adidas squeaking against the floor as she took her seat. Mindy followed suit, her running shoes tapping impatiently as she settled in. James knelt before them, his hands moving with practiced ease as he secured their ankles to the stools, their feet propped up and vulnerable.
“Now,” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy, “who wants to go first?”
Neither woman spoke, their eyes locked on him with a mix of fear and defiance. James chuckled, reaching for Shania’s laces.
“Let’s start with you, Shania.”
He untied her shoes slowly, deliberately, savoring the way her breath hitched as he peeled them off, one by one. Her feet were bare, soft and silky, and James couldn’t resist running a finger along her arch.
She flinched, her toes curling instinctively. “Stop it!”
“Or what?” James teased, his voice low. “You’ll tell me another secret? Let’s see…”
He grabbed a handful of feathers, their tips brushing against her soles in a maddening rhythm. Shania burst into laughter, her body jerking against the restraints.
“Tell me, Shania,” James said, his voice calm despite her squirming. “Who else has been stealing? Who else has betrayed our trust?”
“I—I don’t know!” she gasped, her laughter punctuated by sharp inhales.
James tutted, his fingers dancing along her arches. “Wrong answer.”
He reached for a length of string, tying her two big toes together. “This should make things… more interesting.”
He resumed the torture, his fingers and feathers alternating in a relentless assault. Shania’s laughter turned desperate, her face red and tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Okay, okay!” she cried. “Amber! Amber’s been stealing too!”
James paused, glancing at Amber, who stood in the corner with Wendy. “Interesting. Very interesting.”
He turned to Mindy, who had been watching with wide eyes. “Your turn.”
Mindy’s boots came off next, revealing her size 11 feet, which James couldn’t resist commenting on. “My, my… you could paddle a canoe with these.”
“Shut up,” Mindy snapped, her cheeks burning.
James smirked, his hands running along her soles, the heat lamp making her skin more sensitive than ever. “You’ve been tampering with the HOA ballots, haven’t you?”
“So what if I have?” Mindy spat, though her voice wavered as his fingers danced along her arches.
“So… you’re going to resign from the election,” James said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Never!” Mindy cried, her laughter bubbling up as he intensified his touch.
“We’ll see,” James said, grabbing an electric toothbrush and switching it on. He pressed it to her soles, the vibrations sending her into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“Okay, okay!” Mindy finally screamed, her body convulsing against the restraints. “I’ll resign! Just stop!”
James leaned back, satisfied. “Good. Now, one last confession. Who’s been fighting over property lines?”
Both women hesitated, their eyes darting to each other in silent communication. James raised an eyebrow, his hands hovering over their feet.
“Tick, tock,” he taunted.
When neither spoke, he grabbed the toothbrush and feathers, attacking both sets of feet with equal fervor. Shania and Mindy screamed in unison, their laughter echoing off the walls.
Finally, Shania broke. “Wendy and Amber! They’ve been fighting over the property line! Wendy—she said she wanted to get her hands on Amber’s feet in the next confessional!”
James paused, his grin widening. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
He leaned back, surveying the room as the women caught their breath. “Well, it seems we have quite the juicy gossip for our next session. Wendy, Amber… you’re up next.”
As Wendy and Amber exchanged panicked glances, James reached for the heat lamp, adjusting it to cast a harsher glow over the room. His voice was soft but filled with anticipation.
“I can’t wait to see what secrets your feet will reveal.”
“Ladies,” James began, his voice smooth but commanding. “Thank you for coming. I’ve gathered you here today to address some… disturbing confessions. Secrets that, if left unchecked, could tear our community apart.”
A murmur rippled through the room. James let it linger before continuing. “Wendy, Amber, Shania, Mindy, Kimberly… each of you has something to hide. And thanks to our little… confessional sessions, those secrets are no longer under wraps.”
“What is he talking about?” Amber hissed to Wendy, who shrugged but couldn’t hide her nervous glance at James.
“Shania,” James said, his gaze locking onto her, “you’ve been stealing from the community garden. Mindy, you’ve been tampering with the HOA election ballots. And Kimberly… well, let’s just say the pool’s snack bar is missing more than just snacks.”
The women gasped, their eyes darting between each other in accusation and betrayal. Shania’s face flushed crimson, while Mindy’s jaw tightened in defiance.
“But don’t worry,” James said, his smile widening. “I’m here to ensure justice is served. Come, ladies. It’s time for a little… accountability.”
---
In the confessional room, James ushered in Shania and Mindy, their faces pale but resolute. He gestured to two chairs, each fitted with restraints and a low stool for their feet. A heat lamp hummed softly in the corner, casting an ominous glow.
“Sit,” James ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Shania hesitated, her chestnut hair falling into her eyes as she glanced at the restraints. “This is ridiculous. I’m not—”
“Sit. Down.” James’s voice cut through her protest like a knife.
With a huff, Shania obeyed, her Adidas squeaking against the floor as she took her seat. Mindy followed suit, her running shoes tapping impatiently as she settled in. James knelt before them, his hands moving with practiced ease as he secured their ankles to the stools, their feet propped up and vulnerable.
“Now,” he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy, “who wants to go first?”
Neither woman spoke, their eyes locked on him with a mix of fear and defiance. James chuckled, reaching for Shania’s laces.
“Let’s start with you, Shania.”
He untied her shoes slowly, deliberately, savoring the way her breath hitched as he peeled them off, one by one. Her feet were bare, soft and silky, and James couldn’t resist running a finger along her arch.
She flinched, her toes curling instinctively. “Stop it!”
“Or what?” James teased, his voice low. “You’ll tell me another secret? Let’s see…”
He grabbed a handful of feathers, their tips brushing against her soles in a maddening rhythm. Shania burst into laughter, her body jerking against the restraints.
“Tell me, Shania,” James said, his voice calm despite her squirming. “Who else has been stealing? Who else has betrayed our trust?”
“I—I don’t know!” she gasped, her laughter punctuated by sharp inhales.
James tutted, his fingers dancing along her arches. “Wrong answer.”
He reached for a length of string, tying her two big toes together. “This should make things… more interesting.”
He resumed the torture, his fingers and feathers alternating in a relentless assault. Shania’s laughter turned desperate, her face red and tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Okay, okay!” she cried. “Amber! Amber’s been stealing too!”
James paused, glancing at Amber, who stood in the corner with Wendy. “Interesting. Very interesting.”
He turned to Mindy, who had been watching with wide eyes. “Your turn.”
Mindy’s boots came off next, revealing her size 11 feet, which James couldn’t resist commenting on. “My, my… you could paddle a canoe with these.”
“Shut up,” Mindy snapped, her cheeks burning.
James smirked, his hands running along her soles, the heat lamp making her skin more sensitive than ever. “You’ve been tampering with the HOA ballots, haven’t you?”
“So what if I have?” Mindy spat, though her voice wavered as his fingers danced along her arches.
“So… you’re going to resign from the election,” James said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Never!” Mindy cried, her laughter bubbling up as he intensified his touch.
“We’ll see,” James said, grabbing an electric toothbrush and switching it on. He pressed it to her soles, the vibrations sending her into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“Okay, okay!” Mindy finally screamed, her body convulsing against the restraints. “I’ll resign! Just stop!”
James leaned back, satisfied. “Good. Now, one last confession. Who’s been fighting over property lines?”
Both women hesitated, their eyes darting to each other in silent communication. James raised an eyebrow, his hands hovering over their feet.
“Tick, tock,” he taunted.
When neither spoke, he grabbed the toothbrush and feathers, attacking both sets of feet with equal fervor. Shania and Mindy screamed in unison, their laughter echoing off the walls.
Finally, Shania broke. “Wendy and Amber! They’ve been fighting over the property line! Wendy—she said she wanted to get her hands on Amber’s feet in the next confessional!”
James paused, his grin widening. “Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
He leaned back, surveying the room as the women caught their breath. “Well, it seems we have quite the juicy gossip for our next session. Wendy, Amber… you’re up next.”
As Wendy and Amber exchanged panicked glances, James reached for the heat lamp, adjusting it to cast a harsher glow over the room. His voice was soft but filled with anticipation.
“I can’t wait to see what secrets your feet will reveal.”
