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Don't read this if you don't like some pain and non-con.
Wrote this fiction about 6 years ago.
My Pleasure
By D
1. The abduction
You start hanging with the wrong crowd, and sometimes-bad things happen.
This was the case with M, as I looked in her direction at the club where she was known to party from time to time.
I understand that she knew the location of some ill-gotten funds that belonged to a guy named Mack. She didn’t think anyone knew her connection in all this,but the man who had Mack’s money is someone M was very friendly with, Randy, and it seems he just vanished into thin air with over $300000.00
I have been called into Mack’s service before and I really do at times like my work. Mack and I do go back sometime, but he thought I would really like THIS job. I told him , My pleasure.
When he gave me the information I would need on M,he just grinned at me and said that I should pay HIM for this job!
It seems M gets a good size of her income from being a model, more exactly a foot model. Good ol’ Mack remembered my fetish.
I waited outside the rest of the evening feeling more excited about this particular job because I knew I would enjoy this one. I also understand M is pretty stubborn…that’s fine, so much the better.
When she finally got in her car to leave , I was not to far behind in mine for the drive to what I hoped would be her home, and as luck would have it,that’s just where we went.
The automatic garage door opener heaved open and she pulled inside,that is when I pushed the button on my remote control,sending a cloud of gas into M’s car from beneath the seat When I quietly backed in her driveway behind her,she was slumped over the steering wheel,out like a light
I quickly carried her over to my opened trunk and gently placed her inside.
When I grabbed her ankles to get her legs in all the way is when I noticed her feet in black strapy sandals. MY GOD! SHE DID HAVE BEAUTIFUL FEET! Gotta love that pink nail polish. I could feel my prick getting swollen.
I started to close the trunk but smiled to myself and reached into my back pocket and produced some handcuffs. Although she would be out for a while, I was going to make this as much for me as it was for Mack, and clicked them on her behind her back.
When I got on the road, I just had to make a call, a sleepy voice on the other end answered and I said , Honey…remember what we talked about a while back and you said if I ever got the right one, to please call you?….Well? Got one! A sleepy now excited voice said, Who?! Where are you?! What time is it? Just meet me at the other place and bring the stuff. You’re not kidding me are you? Would I wake you at this time of night if I were? I’ll be right there! And with that the phone went dead.
I pulled up the long dirt private drive that led to the little house I kept in the woods to get away from things from time to time. It would also be useful for M’s ordeal.
My girl’s car was already there, Joe is my girlfriend , and also my plaything to satisfy my fetish with her ,and in turn developed a taste for female feet as well, not in a lesbian way, but although she is submissive , she really likes the idea of tormenting another women.
I opened the trunk and started to pull M out, when she started to come out of her drugged state. I quickly blindfolded her and yanked her out.
You could hear a strong breeze in the trees and the sounds of frogs over by a nearby creek. We were miles from anyone…How perfect!
Joe came running out excitedly and I motioned to her to be quiet and grab M’s feet for the trip to the storm cellar. She started to moan when we were almost to the bottom of the dusty stairs.I placed her in a wooden chair and she seemed to steady herself still not knowing what was going on.
Joe! Get the cuffs off of her and tie her hands to the chair! My God her feet are as nice as mine are! Don’t worry about that right now, you’ll have your chance!
2. Mind games
Joe did a bang up job of tying M to the chair! Her hands were to the side of the chair and the ropes around her body held her to the back of the chair.
M was almost fully coherent now and seemed to go into a slow panic.
Where am I!!? Who’s here?? Somebody help me!!
Hello M ! I said in the middle of her panic. Who are you ? What do you want?! What do I want? I want $300000.00 ! What? I don’t have any money! But you know where it is .I said. AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE.
The reality of her predicament was starting to settle in now , as she stiffened in her chair. Randy had the money , but she did not know where he was with any certainty. And she was really starting to fall for him. She also knew he could die if she did say.
I said ..So..do I have to spell it out for you? Where is it? Or should I say ..
WHERE’S RANDY?!
I SWEAR I DON’T KNOW..PLEASE! YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!
I THINK SHE’S A LYING BITCH! Joe chimed in.
Who are you! M said trying to see through her blindfold in the direction of Joe. YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!
HEY HONEY! Did you know our M here ,is a foot model?
THAT SO? Joe got real close to M’s ear and whispered to her..We’re going to ask you some questions, and I want truthful answers..this question is for me.Are the bottoms of your feet ticklish? A chill went over M as the question registered in her mind. The reason she was in modeling was because men could not keep their eyes and hands off her feet, always being tickled for fun and she always hated it..Now here was some loony chick , asking her this question while tied to a chair! She thought long and hard about her answer and replied with a YES.
OOOOOHHH! Let’s have a look for myself. Joe kneeled in front of M and wiggled a long nail through M’s sandal and got kicked with the reaction it brought, sending Joe back to the floor.
All right honey, I said
Do your stuff, I got something to get anyway.
I tied M’s feet together and pulled them off the floor for Joe and tied them to a hook in the ceiling.
PLEASE STOP IT ! M yelled as now she felt terror as I so gently removed her shoes deliberately tickling her as I undid the straps. MY GOD YOU ARE THE TICKLISH ONE ! I said . she screamed and fought her as she tied her big toes together and back to the rope that held her feet up. Apparently this also tickled.
She tied another rope to a ring in the floor and made more tension from below to hold her feet for Joe.
She stepped back and looked at her handy work and smiled..God! Even her soles looked fine! Soft, wrinkled , if I did not already know…they even LOOKED ticklish!
Let’s see you kick me now bitch! Joe said.
Joe pulled up a chair and placed it down in front of M’s feet and sat down.
I started to go upstairs but stopped, I’m sorry…I had to see some of this.
Joe got right to her fun as she started talking gently to M as if trying to calm her. I could barley make out what she was saying to her ,but I think she was telling M what she was going to do to her feet. I could hear M almost starting to cry as she begged Joe not to do what was being described. Pleading with Joe with real dread in her voice.
Joe took her long nails and slowly pulled them down the length of M’s helpless soles ever so gently.
The resulting pained scream is hard to describe , but it was something like….eeeeeaahhhhhahahaha!!! PLEASE NOOOO!! And that was just one touch of Joe’s long nails! All the years of pedicures left M with overly sensitive feet.
I would use this to my advantage!
3. Joe’s fun
Joe showed no mercy as she toyed with M. For the longest time walking in circles around her ticklish victim, giving her the occasional flick of her nail up one or the other of M’s soles causing her to yelp and fight her bonds.
But now Joe settled in her chair to do her worst and began to really torment this woman before her that was the truly perfect victim.
Using her nails, she began to use them on M’s soles in earnest bring out shrieks of pained laughter mixed with fear and desperation.
EEEEEEAAAHHHHHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! This went on for some time even while I went to the car for a few items to get this interrogation started for real. I could hear and pleading screams out side! Not too loud, but I could hear it.
When I got back inside the cellar, M was slumped in her chair.
She had fainted. I did not think it possible, but she fainted, I had to laugh out loud!
Joe seemed to really have enjoyed herself and ran over to me and jumped on me to kiss me saying over and over…thank you …thank you!
The fun for you is over ,I said now I got a job to do!
4. My turn
I cut M loose from the chair and once again placed the cuffs on her.
Her feet were still attached to the rope that held them for Joe , and now were pulled straight up in the air tightly for me. I grabbed one cuffed wrist and pulled it to the other behind her knees.
M renewed her struggles and pleas as she did not know what to expect next.I ripped the blindfold from her eyes.
NOW M! I snapped . Where is Randy!? FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! She snapped back.. I was hoping you would say that
Joe!…Bring me that dictionary from upstairs.
And with that she hurried to fetch it and brought it to me.
I fingered through it and placed my finger on a word and told M to read it out loud…She started to refuse and turn her head but thought better of it.
NO PLEASE!! she begged . READ IT GOD DAMMIT!
She read stammering …BASTINADO…PUNISHMENT CONSISTING OF THE BEATING OF THE SOLES OF THE FEET…..OH GOD PLEASE NO!!! NO!! I WON’T BE ABLE TO WORK PLEASE NO!
WORK!? I said . You won’t be able to walk! HA HA HAHAHA!
I went to the corner of the room and produced a thin wooden rod made of birch…this would do nicely . I swished it through the air bring it close to her dangling feet.
Last chance! I said..Where’s Randy? I ran the rod back and forth across her soles reminding her how sensitive they were.
I don’t know!! Please don’t hurt me I’ll do….She was cut off in mid-sentence as I wound back and brought the first slashing blow across her soft soles that silenced her pleas only to be replaced by her drawing in a breath quick enough to fill her lungs with enough air to scream out in agony
EEEEEEOOOWWWWWW!! NO NO NO!!PLEEEEAAASE!!!
Another Blow! Red welts immediately appeared as she howled in extreme fear and agony! She bucked wildly against her bonds,but the soles of her feet were nothing but perfect targets! I kept it up.
He might be at Ginos’!! She managed to get out out feeling a huge shame in possibly betraying Randy.
Might?! I said as I once again slashed down hard on her soles.
EEEEAAAAAHHOOOWWW!!! Tears streamed down her face and her soles looked like hell with the welts I placed on them. She must have received at least 15 blows.
O.K. I said. I’ll check it out. She looked extremely relieved, but I had a plan to test her truthfulness.
I released her feet from the ceiling and tied them to the ring in the floor. I also tied her hands behind her back and told her I would check out Ginos’.
One thing though, I said winding up a timer.I’ll be gone about an hour..I then placed a space heater by her aching bare soles and said, if he’s not there I will take my time getting back, this heater is set on high..it won’t shut off.
Your feet will burn…No more modeling …Understand?
Yes! She said.
When Joe and I left, I don’t know if she prayed he was there or prayed if he would not be.
D (ftmench)
Wrote this fiction about 6 years ago.
My Pleasure
By D
1. The abduction
You start hanging with the wrong crowd, and sometimes-bad things happen.
This was the case with M, as I looked in her direction at the club where she was known to party from time to time.
I understand that she knew the location of some ill-gotten funds that belonged to a guy named Mack. She didn’t think anyone knew her connection in all this,but the man who had Mack’s money is someone M was very friendly with, Randy, and it seems he just vanished into thin air with over $300000.00
I have been called into Mack’s service before and I really do at times like my work. Mack and I do go back sometime, but he thought I would really like THIS job. I told him , My pleasure.
When he gave me the information I would need on M,he just grinned at me and said that I should pay HIM for this job!
It seems M gets a good size of her income from being a model, more exactly a foot model. Good ol’ Mack remembered my fetish.
I waited outside the rest of the evening feeling more excited about this particular job because I knew I would enjoy this one. I also understand M is pretty stubborn…that’s fine, so much the better.
When she finally got in her car to leave , I was not to far behind in mine for the drive to what I hoped would be her home, and as luck would have it,that’s just where we went.
The automatic garage door opener heaved open and she pulled inside,that is when I pushed the button on my remote control,sending a cloud of gas into M’s car from beneath the seat When I quietly backed in her driveway behind her,she was slumped over the steering wheel,out like a light
I quickly carried her over to my opened trunk and gently placed her inside.
When I grabbed her ankles to get her legs in all the way is when I noticed her feet in black strapy sandals. MY GOD! SHE DID HAVE BEAUTIFUL FEET! Gotta love that pink nail polish. I could feel my prick getting swollen.
I started to close the trunk but smiled to myself and reached into my back pocket and produced some handcuffs. Although she would be out for a while, I was going to make this as much for me as it was for Mack, and clicked them on her behind her back.
When I got on the road, I just had to make a call, a sleepy voice on the other end answered and I said , Honey…remember what we talked about a while back and you said if I ever got the right one, to please call you?….Well? Got one! A sleepy now excited voice said, Who?! Where are you?! What time is it? Just meet me at the other place and bring the stuff. You’re not kidding me are you? Would I wake you at this time of night if I were? I’ll be right there! And with that the phone went dead.
I pulled up the long dirt private drive that led to the little house I kept in the woods to get away from things from time to time. It would also be useful for M’s ordeal.
My girl’s car was already there, Joe is my girlfriend , and also my plaything to satisfy my fetish with her ,and in turn developed a taste for female feet as well, not in a lesbian way, but although she is submissive , she really likes the idea of tormenting another women.
I opened the trunk and started to pull M out, when she started to come out of her drugged state. I quickly blindfolded her and yanked her out.
You could hear a strong breeze in the trees and the sounds of frogs over by a nearby creek. We were miles from anyone…How perfect!
Joe came running out excitedly and I motioned to her to be quiet and grab M’s feet for the trip to the storm cellar. She started to moan when we were almost to the bottom of the dusty stairs.I placed her in a wooden chair and she seemed to steady herself still not knowing what was going on.
Joe! Get the cuffs off of her and tie her hands to the chair! My God her feet are as nice as mine are! Don’t worry about that right now, you’ll have your chance!
2. Mind games
Joe did a bang up job of tying M to the chair! Her hands were to the side of the chair and the ropes around her body held her to the back of the chair.
M was almost fully coherent now and seemed to go into a slow panic.
Where am I!!? Who’s here?? Somebody help me!!
Hello M ! I said in the middle of her panic. Who are you ? What do you want?! What do I want? I want $300000.00 ! What? I don’t have any money! But you know where it is .I said. AND THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE.
The reality of her predicament was starting to settle in now , as she stiffened in her chair. Randy had the money , but she did not know where he was with any certainty. And she was really starting to fall for him. She also knew he could die if she did say.
I said ..So..do I have to spell it out for you? Where is it? Or should I say ..
WHERE’S RANDY?!
I SWEAR I DON’T KNOW..PLEASE! YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME!
I THINK SHE’S A LYING BITCH! Joe chimed in.
Who are you! M said trying to see through her blindfold in the direction of Joe. YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE!
HEY HONEY! Did you know our M here ,is a foot model?
THAT SO? Joe got real close to M’s ear and whispered to her..We’re going to ask you some questions, and I want truthful answers..this question is for me.Are the bottoms of your feet ticklish? A chill went over M as the question registered in her mind. The reason she was in modeling was because men could not keep their eyes and hands off her feet, always being tickled for fun and she always hated it..Now here was some loony chick , asking her this question while tied to a chair! She thought long and hard about her answer and replied with a YES.
OOOOOHHH! Let’s have a look for myself. Joe kneeled in front of M and wiggled a long nail through M’s sandal and got kicked with the reaction it brought, sending Joe back to the floor.
All right honey, I said
Do your stuff, I got something to get anyway.
I tied M’s feet together and pulled them off the floor for Joe and tied them to a hook in the ceiling.
PLEASE STOP IT ! M yelled as now she felt terror as I so gently removed her shoes deliberately tickling her as I undid the straps. MY GOD YOU ARE THE TICKLISH ONE ! I said . she screamed and fought her as she tied her big toes together and back to the rope that held her feet up. Apparently this also tickled.
She tied another rope to a ring in the floor and made more tension from below to hold her feet for Joe.
She stepped back and looked at her handy work and smiled..God! Even her soles looked fine! Soft, wrinkled , if I did not already know…they even LOOKED ticklish!
Let’s see you kick me now bitch! Joe said.
Joe pulled up a chair and placed it down in front of M’s feet and sat down.
I started to go upstairs but stopped, I’m sorry…I had to see some of this.
Joe got right to her fun as she started talking gently to M as if trying to calm her. I could barley make out what she was saying to her ,but I think she was telling M what she was going to do to her feet. I could hear M almost starting to cry as she begged Joe not to do what was being described. Pleading with Joe with real dread in her voice.
Joe took her long nails and slowly pulled them down the length of M’s helpless soles ever so gently.
The resulting pained scream is hard to describe , but it was something like….eeeeeaahhhhhahahaha!!! PLEASE NOOOO!! And that was just one touch of Joe’s long nails! All the years of pedicures left M with overly sensitive feet.
I would use this to my advantage!
3. Joe’s fun
Joe showed no mercy as she toyed with M. For the longest time walking in circles around her ticklish victim, giving her the occasional flick of her nail up one or the other of M’s soles causing her to yelp and fight her bonds.
But now Joe settled in her chair to do her worst and began to really torment this woman before her that was the truly perfect victim.
Using her nails, she began to use them on M’s soles in earnest bring out shrieks of pained laughter mixed with fear and desperation.
EEEEEEAAAHHHHHAHAHAHA!!! PLEASE!!! NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! This went on for some time even while I went to the car for a few items to get this interrogation started for real. I could hear and pleading screams out side! Not too loud, but I could hear it.
When I got back inside the cellar, M was slumped in her chair.
She had fainted. I did not think it possible, but she fainted, I had to laugh out loud!
Joe seemed to really have enjoyed herself and ran over to me and jumped on me to kiss me saying over and over…thank you …thank you!
The fun for you is over ,I said now I got a job to do!
4. My turn
I cut M loose from the chair and once again placed the cuffs on her.
Her feet were still attached to the rope that held them for Joe , and now were pulled straight up in the air tightly for me. I grabbed one cuffed wrist and pulled it to the other behind her knees.
M renewed her struggles and pleas as she did not know what to expect next.I ripped the blindfold from her eyes.
NOW M! I snapped . Where is Randy!? FUCK YOU ASSHOLE! She snapped back.. I was hoping you would say that
Joe!…Bring me that dictionary from upstairs.
And with that she hurried to fetch it and brought it to me.
I fingered through it and placed my finger on a word and told M to read it out loud…She started to refuse and turn her head but thought better of it.
NO PLEASE!! she begged . READ IT GOD DAMMIT!
She read stammering …BASTINADO…PUNISHMENT CONSISTING OF THE BEATING OF THE SOLES OF THE FEET…..OH GOD PLEASE NO!!! NO!! I WON’T BE ABLE TO WORK PLEASE NO!
WORK!? I said . You won’t be able to walk! HA HA HAHAHA!
I went to the corner of the room and produced a thin wooden rod made of birch…this would do nicely . I swished it through the air bring it close to her dangling feet.
Last chance! I said..Where’s Randy? I ran the rod back and forth across her soles reminding her how sensitive they were.
I don’t know!! Please don’t hurt me I’ll do….She was cut off in mid-sentence as I wound back and brought the first slashing blow across her soft soles that silenced her pleas only to be replaced by her drawing in a breath quick enough to fill her lungs with enough air to scream out in agony
EEEEEEOOOWWWWWW!! NO NO NO!!PLEEEEAAASE!!!
Another Blow! Red welts immediately appeared as she howled in extreme fear and agony! She bucked wildly against her bonds,but the soles of her feet were nothing but perfect targets! I kept it up.
He might be at Ginos’!! She managed to get out out feeling a huge shame in possibly betraying Randy.
Might?! I said as I once again slashed down hard on her soles.
EEEEAAAAAHHOOOWWW!!! Tears streamed down her face and her soles looked like hell with the welts I placed on them. She must have received at least 15 blows.
O.K. I said. I’ll check it out. She looked extremely relieved, but I had a plan to test her truthfulness.
I released her feet from the ceiling and tied them to the ring in the floor. I also tied her hands behind her back and told her I would check out Ginos’.
One thing though, I said winding up a timer.I’ll be gone about an hour..I then placed a space heater by her aching bare soles and said, if he’s not there I will take my time getting back, this heater is set on high..it won’t shut off.
Your feet will burn…No more modeling …Understand?
Yes! She said.
When Joe and I left, I don’t know if she prayed he was there or prayed if he would not be.
D (ftmench)
