Persephone
2nd Level Red Feather
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Jerry was humming to himself as he dug through the top drawer of his dresser. It was where he kept all his favorite "toys" to torture Ashley's feet with. As he picked up a Sonic toothbrush to inspect he heard a crash from below.
"What the hell?" he glanced at the slightly ajar basement door. What in the heck at Ashley done?
Meanwhile Ashley stared at the discarded lamp with a smug look of pleasure. She wasn't going down without some sort of fight. Her courage always seemed to come back after Jerry had left the basement.
But it slowly drained as he descended the steps clutching a few tools of torture in his arms.
"Ash! What the hell did you do!" Jerry roared. He walked swiftly towards her as he deposited the toys onto the coffee table.
"You broke the lamp! Your feet weren't even close to being done! I've never seen you act this naughty before," he shook his head in displeasure.
"Just because I'm trapped doesn't mean I'll go down without a fight!" she spat at him angrily.
Jerry wiped some of her spit off his cheek as he stared into her rebellious yet beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Sighing he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What I was going to do to your feet before is nothing compared to now. We need to just wipe that little rebellious streak right out of you. Since you're so intent to swing your arms around and break things, I think I need to get out the bag," he grinned slowly, already knowing her reaction.
Ashley's face whitened and all her courage was diminished.
"Oh please Jer! Not the bag! Please!" she hysterically squeaked as she squirmed around, trying in vain to free herself.
Jerry had only used the bag on her once and that was when he'd found out she kissed one of his friends after having a few too many jello shooters.
"Too late for begging now Ash. And if I hear you ask for mercy once more I'll gag you too," he warned.
Ashley fell silent as Jerry walked by her and towards the closet where he'd pulled the stocks from earlier.
Ashley heard shuffling around and knew that there was no way she could get out of this now.
"Oh god," she whimpered as she saw Jerry re-enter the room clutching a navy sleeping bag and a few old belts.
He didn't even say a word to Ashley as he easily trapped her small body against his as he wrapped the sleeping bag around her but leaving it unzipped at her ankles where the stocks began.
Ashley whimpered as he finished zipping it up the side. But he wasn't finished quite yet. He wanted to make sure she really knew the meaning of helpless.
Grabbing one of the belts he wound it around where her knees were and tightened it. He did the same with the other four belts, one around her upper thighs, below her breasts, and finally below her shoulders.
Ashley stared at him helplessly as now only her head and her feet protruded from the navy cocoon that Jerry loved to put her in.
"Perfect," he grinned. "Now about how long the punishment will last. I say for every day it will take your hair to grow back, we add one minute. So since it will take about three months for your hair to get half way decent again that is about ninety days....so ninety minutes of unmerciful torture on your soles."
Ashley whimpered and squirmed in vain. Jerry had never punished her more than an hour! How could she handle an hour and a half, plus her feet being so sensitive, and the confines of the bag!
"Jer...I can't handle this. Please I said I was sorry..." Ashley whispered, hoping to get some kind of pity from him.
Sighing he shook his head, "I told you. No more begging for mercy Ash. But since I love you, I won't gag you this time."
With that said, he was impatient waiting for the socks to be done. So slowly he began to roll them down her ankle and off her foot.
As he warm soles were exposed to the cool basement air, Ashley gasped. She could feel the air coming from the a/c vent above them blowing on her now super tender soles.
That alone made her want to giggle. This punishment was going to be hell.
Without warning Jerry lopped the string around her big toes and pinky toes once again and tied them back.
He immediately felt a bulge in his pants as he surveyed his work. His adorable girlfriend wrapped from shoulder to ankles in a cocoon of helplessness. While her rosy, baby soft soles protruded from the stocks. They were tied back tightly and completely taught.
"Let's start then," he bent over to pick a toy.
"I figured we could start with something old school," he chuckled as he held up his favorite stiff green feather.
Lazily he twirled it across the plump ball of her left sole. Ashley didn't expect it to tickle so much! The feather usually made her giggle. But her feet had never been this tender before either.
Throwing her head back in agony, Ashley was forced into silence for a few seconds while her brain tried to register what was going on down at her feet.
As if a ticking time bomb finally exploded, Ashley's mouth opened and she squealed in laughter and began to squirm.
Her small form resembled a snake as she wiggled helplessly on the couch, fighting the confining bag as best she could.
"HeeeeeEEEahaaa...Jer...JerreeeeEEEahhaAAA....pleeassuhhhaaaeeeAHHHH" she tried to plead but it was useless. All words were lost as her body gave over to pure laughter.
Jerry dropped the feather and reached over and grabbed a pen. He wanted to take this up a notch.
"I think the only way to get through to you is by giving you a message. So I'm going to write "I love Jerry's pedicures" on your soles as many times as I can," he laughed darkly.
"Not the peeeEEAHHHAAAa!" she began to scream as he began to write across her sole with the ball point pen.
As he wrote down the middle of her sole and descended upon her smooth arch, Ashley's eyes squinted shut as the most horrible of screams was emitted. It tickled so horribly that even laughter was just not enough of a reaction from her!
Jerry was stunned slightly and stopped for a moment studying her red, sweaty face.
But as mentioned before, the more she squealed and the louder, the more turned on he was.
Jerry felt as if he was about to explode in his pants at this point. Reaching over to the table he grabbed a soft bristled brush.
Deciding only to focus on her arches for now, he really wanted his message to get through.
Bringing the brush down on the arch of her left foot he began to ferociously dig it into her sensitive skin. He didn't hold back at all.
Ashley was in convulsions now as she barked out hysterical laughter and screams!
This was all too much for her poor body to handle! After this punishment was over, Ashley knew she could never take one like this again.
Jerry was just going too far and pushing way over her limits.
"I....eehhaaaAAAA haaateeeEEAhahaaaa yoaahhHAAHAaa!" she screamed at him angrily.
Jerry stopped his actions, frowning at her words.
"What did you say?" he asked slowly, venom in his tone.
"I said I hate you," she struggled to get out, regaining her breath.
"Oh really?" he taunted dragging a finger nail lazily down her sole.
Ashley squealed and was lost in laughter again as he had dropped the brush and was mercilessly digging into her feet, venting all his anger from his fingers to her supple soles.
"I'll show you how mean I can. We're only forty minutes into the punishment," he whispered angrily as he reached over to the table and picked up an electric toothbrush.
(To be continued...)
"What the hell?" he glanced at the slightly ajar basement door. What in the heck at Ashley done?
Meanwhile Ashley stared at the discarded lamp with a smug look of pleasure. She wasn't going down without some sort of fight. Her courage always seemed to come back after Jerry had left the basement.
But it slowly drained as he descended the steps clutching a few tools of torture in his arms.
"Ash! What the hell did you do!" Jerry roared. He walked swiftly towards her as he deposited the toys onto the coffee table.
"You broke the lamp! Your feet weren't even close to being done! I've never seen you act this naughty before," he shook his head in displeasure.
"Just because I'm trapped doesn't mean I'll go down without a fight!" she spat at him angrily.
Jerry wiped some of her spit off his cheek as he stared into her rebellious yet beautiful chocolate brown eyes.
Sighing he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.
"What I was going to do to your feet before is nothing compared to now. We need to just wipe that little rebellious streak right out of you. Since you're so intent to swing your arms around and break things, I think I need to get out the bag," he grinned slowly, already knowing her reaction.
Ashley's face whitened and all her courage was diminished.
"Oh please Jer! Not the bag! Please!" she hysterically squeaked as she squirmed around, trying in vain to free herself.
Jerry had only used the bag on her once and that was when he'd found out she kissed one of his friends after having a few too many jello shooters.
"Too late for begging now Ash. And if I hear you ask for mercy once more I'll gag you too," he warned.
Ashley fell silent as Jerry walked by her and towards the closet where he'd pulled the stocks from earlier.
Ashley heard shuffling around and knew that there was no way she could get out of this now.
"Oh god," she whimpered as she saw Jerry re-enter the room clutching a navy sleeping bag and a few old belts.
He didn't even say a word to Ashley as he easily trapped her small body against his as he wrapped the sleeping bag around her but leaving it unzipped at her ankles where the stocks began.
Ashley whimpered as he finished zipping it up the side. But he wasn't finished quite yet. He wanted to make sure she really knew the meaning of helpless.
Grabbing one of the belts he wound it around where her knees were and tightened it. He did the same with the other four belts, one around her upper thighs, below her breasts, and finally below her shoulders.
Ashley stared at him helplessly as now only her head and her feet protruded from the navy cocoon that Jerry loved to put her in.
"Perfect," he grinned. "Now about how long the punishment will last. I say for every day it will take your hair to grow back, we add one minute. So since it will take about three months for your hair to get half way decent again that is about ninety days....so ninety minutes of unmerciful torture on your soles."
Ashley whimpered and squirmed in vain. Jerry had never punished her more than an hour! How could she handle an hour and a half, plus her feet being so sensitive, and the confines of the bag!
"Jer...I can't handle this. Please I said I was sorry..." Ashley whispered, hoping to get some kind of pity from him.
Sighing he shook his head, "I told you. No more begging for mercy Ash. But since I love you, I won't gag you this time."
With that said, he was impatient waiting for the socks to be done. So slowly he began to roll them down her ankle and off her foot.
As he warm soles were exposed to the cool basement air, Ashley gasped. She could feel the air coming from the a/c vent above them blowing on her now super tender soles.
That alone made her want to giggle. This punishment was going to be hell.
Without warning Jerry lopped the string around her big toes and pinky toes once again and tied them back.
He immediately felt a bulge in his pants as he surveyed his work. His adorable girlfriend wrapped from shoulder to ankles in a cocoon of helplessness. While her rosy, baby soft soles protruded from the stocks. They were tied back tightly and completely taught.
"Let's start then," he bent over to pick a toy.
"I figured we could start with something old school," he chuckled as he held up his favorite stiff green feather.
Lazily he twirled it across the plump ball of her left sole. Ashley didn't expect it to tickle so much! The feather usually made her giggle. But her feet had never been this tender before either.
Throwing her head back in agony, Ashley was forced into silence for a few seconds while her brain tried to register what was going on down at her feet.
As if a ticking time bomb finally exploded, Ashley's mouth opened and she squealed in laughter and began to squirm.
Her small form resembled a snake as she wiggled helplessly on the couch, fighting the confining bag as best she could.
"HeeeeeEEEahaaa...Jer...JerreeeeEEEahhaAAA....pleeassuhhhaaaeeeAHHHH" she tried to plead but it was useless. All words were lost as her body gave over to pure laughter.
Jerry dropped the feather and reached over and grabbed a pen. He wanted to take this up a notch.
"I think the only way to get through to you is by giving you a message. So I'm going to write "I love Jerry's pedicures" on your soles as many times as I can," he laughed darkly.
"Not the peeeEEAHHHAAAa!" she began to scream as he began to write across her sole with the ball point pen.
As he wrote down the middle of her sole and descended upon her smooth arch, Ashley's eyes squinted shut as the most horrible of screams was emitted. It tickled so horribly that even laughter was just not enough of a reaction from her!
Jerry was stunned slightly and stopped for a moment studying her red, sweaty face.
But as mentioned before, the more she squealed and the louder, the more turned on he was.
Jerry felt as if he was about to explode in his pants at this point. Reaching over to the table he grabbed a soft bristled brush.
Deciding only to focus on her arches for now, he really wanted his message to get through.
Bringing the brush down on the arch of her left foot he began to ferociously dig it into her sensitive skin. He didn't hold back at all.
Ashley was in convulsions now as she barked out hysterical laughter and screams!
This was all too much for her poor body to handle! After this punishment was over, Ashley knew she could never take one like this again.
Jerry was just going too far and pushing way over her limits.
"I....eehhaaaAAAA haaateeeEEAhahaaaa yoaahhHAAHAaa!" she screamed at him angrily.
Jerry stopped his actions, frowning at her words.
"What did you say?" he asked slowly, venom in his tone.
"I said I hate you," she struggled to get out, regaining her breath.
"Oh really?" he taunted dragging a finger nail lazily down her sole.
Ashley squealed and was lost in laughter again as he had dropped the brush and was mercilessly digging into her feet, venting all his anger from his fingers to her supple soles.
"I'll show you how mean I can. We're only forty minutes into the punishment," he whispered angrily as he reached over to the table and picked up an electric toothbrush.
(To be continued...)
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