My bad, no question. Driving to work and I had to hit the brakes a little hard when the light changed. This tall attractive blonde, fortyish, blue suit and skirt with matching high heels is crossing the street and gives me a dirty look, when I hold up my hands so as to say "What?", she flips me the bird!
In an ideal world, city streets would have sets of automated public stocks as common as mail boxes with "ticklers" deputized to administer justice. I could have "flashed" my badge and escorted the haughty miss to the nearest stocks. After locking her in, I would remove her heels, snip the tips off her hose and peel them back to bare her soles. Her big and pinky toes would then be tethered back, drawing her flawless soles taut. Her hands would be cuffed behind her back and a ball gag placed in her mouth. I would program in the appropriate time (three hours should do it, I think), then remove her "tickle card" from her purse and insert it into the computerized stocks. A split screen video would appear on the front of the stocks, the left side would be a personal neurological map of the women's feet, color coded to show areas of intense sensitivity. On the right side, would be a looped picture of the bitch, smiling pleasantly and addressing passers-by, saying, "It has been determined that I am in need of correction. Please take a moment to help me learn the error of my ways by tickling the soles of my bare feet. It's you civic duty, you know. Thank you so much for your cooperation!". She would then be left to the "mercy" of the public. After three hours, the stocks would automatically release her and email a videe of her session to my home computer.
Damn, I gotta quit daydreaming!
In an ideal world, city streets would have sets of automated public stocks as common as mail boxes with "ticklers" deputized to administer justice. I could have "flashed" my badge and escorted the haughty miss to the nearest stocks. After locking her in, I would remove her heels, snip the tips off her hose and peel them back to bare her soles. Her big and pinky toes would then be tethered back, drawing her flawless soles taut. Her hands would be cuffed behind her back and a ball gag placed in her mouth. I would program in the appropriate time (three hours should do it, I think), then remove her "tickle card" from her purse and insert it into the computerized stocks. A split screen video would appear on the front of the stocks, the left side would be a personal neurological map of the women's feet, color coded to show areas of intense sensitivity. On the right side, would be a looped picture of the bitch, smiling pleasantly and addressing passers-by, saying, "It has been determined that I am in need of correction. Please take a moment to help me learn the error of my ways by tickling the soles of my bare feet. It's you civic duty, you know. Thank you so much for your cooperation!". She would then be left to the "mercy" of the public. After three hours, the stocks would automatically release her and email a videe of her session to my home computer.
Damn, I gotta quit daydreaming!