there are as many words in this story as years between the beginning of the christian calender and my birth.
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the room is dim, like always. i shift on my feet a little as i squint into the darkness, trying to make out what you’re up to. but then you’re done.
you step up to me, toe-to-toe, the rubber soles of your boots touching the pads of my bare toes, and i curl them involuntarily. i feel so naked beside you, wearing only my glasses and a pair of cuffs. and of course my collar.
you look me over silently for a minute, while i try my best not to buckle under the weight of your presence, and then you hook your finger in the ring in my collar and lead me away from the door. i follow obediantly, quick but careful steps across the wood of the floor, hands clasped behind my back.
i am led to the kneeling stocks, and then you let go. immediately i am on my knees on the padded part of the device, and you strap a belt across the backs of my legs, behind my knees. i position my ankles in the lower half of the stock. the holes are so snug, it scares me.
you wait a minute, watching my feet twitch in their imcomplete prison, and then you swing the top half of the stocks down loud. i cringe. i keep my head down, trying to hide it, but i’m sure you saw it in the tremble in my back and the curling of my toes. i clench my teeth together and keep still as you noisily lock the padlock.
i gasp, hopefully not loudly - you’re smirking, i’m sure - when i feel your hands on the soles of my feet. you brush them off, gently, with the backs of your fingers, then you press on the balls of my feet, pushing my feet perpendicular to the stocks.
i try to keep my feet still, but it’s hard, because i know where this is going.
i feel the string loop around my big toe. i chew my lip and try to keep from turning around as you knot the string and pull it down, lashing the end to a hook in the stock. i tug at it and it catches - my foot doesn’t move. and it’s this that really scares me - taking away from me something as involuntary and reflexive as wiggling my toes, curling my foot. the stocks are heavy, but it’s only now i really feel trapped.
you tie up my other foot as i try not to tug at my toe, to feel that catch, but i’m such a masochist. i keep gently pulling it, feeling the string refuse to give. i become acutely aware of how vulnerable my soles are, unable to hide even an inch from you. my feet have never felt more bare.
i am distracted when i feel your strong hands on my wrists, and i sigh softly, my fingers - which had been curled tight into my palms, i just now notice - relaxing. you feed rope through the rings on my cuffs, knotting it, and then you let go.
a chair pulls up beside me and you climb on. i turn my head and look at your boots as you thread the rope through a ring on the ceiling. i want to worship those boots - to lick the rubber between the grooves of the soles, but i wonder how dirty they are.
when you come down my arms start to lift. you pull the rope through the ring, and as my arms reach over my head i let myself go limp, hanging on the strength of your grip, your arms. and they’re so strong. i close my eyes and let a silent moan escape.
but soon you have me tight as a bowstring. shivers tickle my back as you tie the rope off to a ring in the floor, and then i’m caught.
the floor creaks softly as you step to my side. i don’t look up at you, nor - and this takes all my willpower - do i glance at your boots, i keep my head level and my gaze straight ahead. you reach down and quickly pick my glasses off. the room fades into a dark blur.
i’m really in for it, aren’t i?
i can feel myself start to tremble. you havn’t said a single word. your hands cup mine, and i calm down. you slide metal o-rings around my fingers, one in each hand. i can knock them together to safeword. that means - you’re going to gag me.
oh, i hope you gag me. please. i’m so scared of what i’m going to say, what i’m going to scream, when you set into me. things you’ll punish me for later. a gag would be so liberating. but not yet, i hear you step around behind me. are you going to start, so soon? i try to brace my feet, to clench my toes, but those strings hold them tight and taut.
your nails brush my sides and i scream for you. i wasn’t expecting that. they wiggle. i squeal and arch forward, away from your fingers, but they follow unto the the rope and strap catch me. and then i’m trapped them, between your restless fingers.
they flutter up and down my sides, maddeningly, probing and squeezing, pinching the skin. i bite down on my lip and wrestle back and forth, but your fingers are on each side, and they are digging into me. i grunt when i feel a finger graze the bottom of my breast. that’s the first terrible moment i realize your hands are moving up.
“ohohoho nooo,” i stammer, and you take the momentary lull in my defenses to wrest a few loud, whooping laughs from me. i twist in my bondage. you’re going slow now, but it’s apparent those fingertips are still creeping upwards. up toward my pits.
“nohohohoho,” i moan, as i shake back and forth, hoping to dislodge you, but you’re like a vise, and i’m trapped between your nails. “nooo. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.”
i feel a nail graze my pit. i jump. “fuck!”
your hand is over my mouth so quickly i swoon. there’s a handkerchief in your palm. i moan into it. you stuff it into my mouth. oh thank you, thank you, thank you.
your nails return to my pits and i clamp down hard on the gag, screaming into it. your nails pick along my pits, so slow, so terrible, but with the gag in my mouth i scream my head off. i shriek and shriek as you torture my pits, i bite the gag so hard it hurts, i strain my face so hard pain flashes in my forehead.
and you stay there, for so long, your nails in my pits, that scratch, that slow scrape, you keep me in that place. it takes me a minute to register it when you’ve finally left it, and i sag in my bonds. something hits my cheek and i realize it’s sweat from my forehead. i am breathing so hard.
you walk around in front of me, and i watch as i catch my breath. you pull the chair over and sit down in it. you’re a blur, but i see your leg lift, and then - what? your boot falls off. i straighten right up in my bondage. a warm fuzzy shape comes toward me, and it’s your foot, long toes wiggling. i moan.
your toes come up to my mouth, brushing against the handkerchief. and i wish i could put my tongue on them. i watch them longingly. and then - you catch the end of the handkerchief between your toes, and begin to tug the gag from my mouth, an inch at a time.
i watch mesmerized, desire beginning to burn in my belly, those prehensile toes pulling at that handkerchief. i want to wrap my lips around them and suck them hard. i watch the spit on my gag shine on your toes, and i moan. only one degree away from what i want so badly.
a final tug, and the gag falls out of my mouth, and my mouth feels suddenly empty. bless your heart, you fill it. i lock my lips to your toe and i tongue it madly. i run my teeth along the pad. i slide my tongue between your toes, i feel them cuddle my nose. i lap at your sole.
i let out a whimper of longing as you take your foot from me and set in on the floor. but then i keep quiet, as you lift your other leg and remove your other boot. you stand and walk back behind me, silent now on your bare feet. i imagine dust catching on the moisture i left on your toes, and i want to lick your dirty foot, pull the splinters out with my teeth.
i feel your nails on the soles of my feet, so quickly. “fuck!” i shout, immediately, hoping i’ll earn the gag again. but no reprieve this time. i bite my lip and try to curl my toes, but all they do is clench uselessly against the string. my soles tremble under your nails, five spread across each foot, but not moving, not yet.
then they start, so slowly, a simple sweep up and down, and i stiffen in my bonds, biting my lip so hard it hurts. they keep their pace, so slow. this is going to be so hard.
you let your nails roam up to my heels, and i gasp as they skate my flesh. and then they drag down to my toes, and i whimper stupidly, hands pulling the rope. you pare them down to two fingers on each foot, and begin tracing the edges of my soles. i begin to babble. then i start to beg, then plead. i want to promise you things, but what? you already own so much of me.
when the nails settle in my arches my begs gives way to cursing. you keep them there, parked in my arches, until i’m silent again, my mouth clamped shut and my eyes shut tight. then you begin, so slowly, always slowly, to wiggle them. to scratch up and down. i pull on the rope, i give a quick sudden yank, but the stocks are so heavy, they barely move.
you let it grow, one terrible moment at a time, to a scratch, to a stroke. you add on fingers. soon five nails and stroking each sole, heel to toes, top to bottom, and i am screaming and screaming and screaming. my toes twist and clench but the string holds them, holds my soles taut as your nails run over them, and that’s the worst torture.
i’m sobbing when you’re finished. i’m a mess. i don’t even know you’re done until a quick whish wakes me up. the sound of your knife swinging open. i feel the cold steel against my toes and moan weakly.
and then - snap. you cut the strings on my toes, and they curl, and wiggle and flex and curl again. free, i’m free now. i wiggle my feet around, grasp at the air with five wiggly toes.
i head the padlock unlock and then fall to the floor. the stocks swing open, their weight lifts off me. i feel the rope lower, and i lower with it, onto the floor. you cradle me, cut the rope from my cuffs, and then you lift me into your arms, your strong, strong arms. i curl against your chest.
you nuzzle me with your face and i look up at you. “thank you ma’am”, i sob. “i love you. i love you, ma’am.” you kiss the tears from my cheeks, and cradling me weak and wiggling in your powerful arms, you take me from the room.
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the room is dim, like always. i shift on my feet a little as i squint into the darkness, trying to make out what you’re up to. but then you’re done.
you step up to me, toe-to-toe, the rubber soles of your boots touching the pads of my bare toes, and i curl them involuntarily. i feel so naked beside you, wearing only my glasses and a pair of cuffs. and of course my collar.
you look me over silently for a minute, while i try my best not to buckle under the weight of your presence, and then you hook your finger in the ring in my collar and lead me away from the door. i follow obediantly, quick but careful steps across the wood of the floor, hands clasped behind my back.
i am led to the kneeling stocks, and then you let go. immediately i am on my knees on the padded part of the device, and you strap a belt across the backs of my legs, behind my knees. i position my ankles in the lower half of the stock. the holes are so snug, it scares me.
you wait a minute, watching my feet twitch in their imcomplete prison, and then you swing the top half of the stocks down loud. i cringe. i keep my head down, trying to hide it, but i’m sure you saw it in the tremble in my back and the curling of my toes. i clench my teeth together and keep still as you noisily lock the padlock.
i gasp, hopefully not loudly - you’re smirking, i’m sure - when i feel your hands on the soles of my feet. you brush them off, gently, with the backs of your fingers, then you press on the balls of my feet, pushing my feet perpendicular to the stocks.
i try to keep my feet still, but it’s hard, because i know where this is going.
i feel the string loop around my big toe. i chew my lip and try to keep from turning around as you knot the string and pull it down, lashing the end to a hook in the stock. i tug at it and it catches - my foot doesn’t move. and it’s this that really scares me - taking away from me something as involuntary and reflexive as wiggling my toes, curling my foot. the stocks are heavy, but it’s only now i really feel trapped.
you tie up my other foot as i try not to tug at my toe, to feel that catch, but i’m such a masochist. i keep gently pulling it, feeling the string refuse to give. i become acutely aware of how vulnerable my soles are, unable to hide even an inch from you. my feet have never felt more bare.
i am distracted when i feel your strong hands on my wrists, and i sigh softly, my fingers - which had been curled tight into my palms, i just now notice - relaxing. you feed rope through the rings on my cuffs, knotting it, and then you let go.
a chair pulls up beside me and you climb on. i turn my head and look at your boots as you thread the rope through a ring on the ceiling. i want to worship those boots - to lick the rubber between the grooves of the soles, but i wonder how dirty they are.
when you come down my arms start to lift. you pull the rope through the ring, and as my arms reach over my head i let myself go limp, hanging on the strength of your grip, your arms. and they’re so strong. i close my eyes and let a silent moan escape.
but soon you have me tight as a bowstring. shivers tickle my back as you tie the rope off to a ring in the floor, and then i’m caught.
the floor creaks softly as you step to my side. i don’t look up at you, nor - and this takes all my willpower - do i glance at your boots, i keep my head level and my gaze straight ahead. you reach down and quickly pick my glasses off. the room fades into a dark blur.
i’m really in for it, aren’t i?
i can feel myself start to tremble. you havn’t said a single word. your hands cup mine, and i calm down. you slide metal o-rings around my fingers, one in each hand. i can knock them together to safeword. that means - you’re going to gag me.
oh, i hope you gag me. please. i’m so scared of what i’m going to say, what i’m going to scream, when you set into me. things you’ll punish me for later. a gag would be so liberating. but not yet, i hear you step around behind me. are you going to start, so soon? i try to brace my feet, to clench my toes, but those strings hold them tight and taut.
your nails brush my sides and i scream for you. i wasn’t expecting that. they wiggle. i squeal and arch forward, away from your fingers, but they follow unto the the rope and strap catch me. and then i’m trapped them, between your restless fingers.
they flutter up and down my sides, maddeningly, probing and squeezing, pinching the skin. i bite down on my lip and wrestle back and forth, but your fingers are on each side, and they are digging into me. i grunt when i feel a finger graze the bottom of my breast. that’s the first terrible moment i realize your hands are moving up.
“ohohoho nooo,” i stammer, and you take the momentary lull in my defenses to wrest a few loud, whooping laughs from me. i twist in my bondage. you’re going slow now, but it’s apparent those fingertips are still creeping upwards. up toward my pits.
“nohohohoho,” i moan, as i shake back and forth, hoping to dislodge you, but you’re like a vise, and i’m trapped between your nails. “nooo. no. no. no. no. no. no. no.”
i feel a nail graze my pit. i jump. “fuck!”
your hand is over my mouth so quickly i swoon. there’s a handkerchief in your palm. i moan into it. you stuff it into my mouth. oh thank you, thank you, thank you.
your nails return to my pits and i clamp down hard on the gag, screaming into it. your nails pick along my pits, so slow, so terrible, but with the gag in my mouth i scream my head off. i shriek and shriek as you torture my pits, i bite the gag so hard it hurts, i strain my face so hard pain flashes in my forehead.
and you stay there, for so long, your nails in my pits, that scratch, that slow scrape, you keep me in that place. it takes me a minute to register it when you’ve finally left it, and i sag in my bonds. something hits my cheek and i realize it’s sweat from my forehead. i am breathing so hard.
you walk around in front of me, and i watch as i catch my breath. you pull the chair over and sit down in it. you’re a blur, but i see your leg lift, and then - what? your boot falls off. i straighten right up in my bondage. a warm fuzzy shape comes toward me, and it’s your foot, long toes wiggling. i moan.
your toes come up to my mouth, brushing against the handkerchief. and i wish i could put my tongue on them. i watch them longingly. and then - you catch the end of the handkerchief between your toes, and begin to tug the gag from my mouth, an inch at a time.
i watch mesmerized, desire beginning to burn in my belly, those prehensile toes pulling at that handkerchief. i want to wrap my lips around them and suck them hard. i watch the spit on my gag shine on your toes, and i moan. only one degree away from what i want so badly.
a final tug, and the gag falls out of my mouth, and my mouth feels suddenly empty. bless your heart, you fill it. i lock my lips to your toe and i tongue it madly. i run my teeth along the pad. i slide my tongue between your toes, i feel them cuddle my nose. i lap at your sole.
i let out a whimper of longing as you take your foot from me and set in on the floor. but then i keep quiet, as you lift your other leg and remove your other boot. you stand and walk back behind me, silent now on your bare feet. i imagine dust catching on the moisture i left on your toes, and i want to lick your dirty foot, pull the splinters out with my teeth.
i feel your nails on the soles of my feet, so quickly. “fuck!” i shout, immediately, hoping i’ll earn the gag again. but no reprieve this time. i bite my lip and try to curl my toes, but all they do is clench uselessly against the string. my soles tremble under your nails, five spread across each foot, but not moving, not yet.
then they start, so slowly, a simple sweep up and down, and i stiffen in my bonds, biting my lip so hard it hurts. they keep their pace, so slow. this is going to be so hard.
you let your nails roam up to my heels, and i gasp as they skate my flesh. and then they drag down to my toes, and i whimper stupidly, hands pulling the rope. you pare them down to two fingers on each foot, and begin tracing the edges of my soles. i begin to babble. then i start to beg, then plead. i want to promise you things, but what? you already own so much of me.
when the nails settle in my arches my begs gives way to cursing. you keep them there, parked in my arches, until i’m silent again, my mouth clamped shut and my eyes shut tight. then you begin, so slowly, always slowly, to wiggle them. to scratch up and down. i pull on the rope, i give a quick sudden yank, but the stocks are so heavy, they barely move.
you let it grow, one terrible moment at a time, to a scratch, to a stroke. you add on fingers. soon five nails and stroking each sole, heel to toes, top to bottom, and i am screaming and screaming and screaming. my toes twist and clench but the string holds them, holds my soles taut as your nails run over them, and that’s the worst torture.
i’m sobbing when you’re finished. i’m a mess. i don’t even know you’re done until a quick whish wakes me up. the sound of your knife swinging open. i feel the cold steel against my toes and moan weakly.
and then - snap. you cut the strings on my toes, and they curl, and wiggle and flex and curl again. free, i’m free now. i wiggle my feet around, grasp at the air with five wiggly toes.
i head the padlock unlock and then fall to the floor. the stocks swing open, their weight lifts off me. i feel the rope lower, and i lower with it, onto the floor. you cradle me, cut the rope from my cuffs, and then you lift me into your arms, your strong, strong arms. i curl against your chest.
you nuzzle me with your face and i look up at you. “thank you ma’am”, i sob. “i love you. i love you, ma’am.” you kiss the tears from my cheeks, and cradling me weak and wiggling in your powerful arms, you take me from the room.
