dahoochman
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Note: This is the 2nd part of a 2 part story. Most of the tickling occurs in this part, but Part 1 sets this story up, although you could probably read just Part 2 and still enjot the story. (Hooch)
The Chat Room Guy – Part 2
We pulled out of our driveway to go meet this man that Linda was talking to on AOL. As we drove down the Turnpike, Linda sat back in her seat and crossed her legs. The slit in her short black skirt fell to the side, showing most of her thigh. “Sit like that at the bar and he may have a heart attack,” I teased, all the while trying to keep my eyes on the road. Linda just smiled, and tried to pull her skirt down, to no avail.
“So, what did you tell him during all those chats?” I asked. “Well” she replied, “I told him all about you, about how you like when men look at my legs. He thought that was cool” she giggled, and shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs now and turning more to face me. “We talked about a lot of things. He told me his turn-ons, his fantasies, things like that.” “OK” I replied, “I’ll bite, what ARE his turn-ons?” I kinda had an idea already, but I wanted to hear what he told her. “Well, he said he has always been a leg man, and has a huge fetish for feet, especially in nude stockings.” “Well, would that be why you wore those nylons tonight?” I asked. She just laughed, I knew what the answer was. “OK, I’m almost afraid to ask. What are his fantasies?” Again, I thought I knew, but I figured I would ask. “Well, he said he would love to give me a foot massage”. That sounded pretty tame. “OK, what else” I asked. “OK, well, he said his ultimate fantasy with me would be to have me helpless, like tied up or chained up, so he could do whatever he wanted to do to my feet. I told him that wasn’t going to happen.” She laughed, almost blushing. “So I made sure I told him how big you were, and how you used to do Karate, in case he got any silly ideas.” At that I had to laugh. “And after he told you all this you STILL want to meet him?” I asked. “Oh Hon, he’s harmless. We’ll just give the poor guy a thrill and then go home”, She said, with that cute little smile of hers.
We pulled in to the parking lot of the tavern we had agreed to meet our new friend at. I jumped out and walked around, and opened the door for Linda. As she stepped out, she looked around the almost empty parking lot. “Shouldn’t be hard to find him here, huh?” she laughed. As we walked in and looked around, it was obvious that this place was more of a dive bar than anything else. The place was dark and smokey. Several old timers were sitting at the bar. A few biker- looking guys were playing pool. The bartender was an older guy, probably in his fifties. It looked like one of those places where everyone knows everyone. That and, well, we were way way overdressed for this place, with Linda in her little skirt and nylons, and me in my dress slacks and jacket. As we entered, every person in the place looked at us, or at least it felt that way. We both looked around, not seeing anyone that resembled the guy we were looking for, so we decided to sit at the bar. As we made our way to the bar, I noticed that Linda was the only lady in the whole place, and an immediate uneasiness came over me. I helped Linda slip off her jacket, and I walked back toward a coat rack by the door to hang our jackets. Linda climbed up on her stool, and crossed her legs, which drew the attention of the biker guys playing pool. It was obvious that they don’t see a lot of women in this place, much less women dressed like Linda.
I walked back over to the bar and took the stool to her left, and she turned her stool to face me. We ordered our drinks, and as we sat there the door opened and a man walked in – it was our friend. He looked right at Linda, took off his jacket and hat, and walked over. “Linda?” He asked. “Yes, Hi!!!” she extended her hand and started to jump down from the bar stool. “No no, please, sit, let me take you in,” he said as he looked her up and down. Then, still smiling, he turned to me. “Hi, my name is Ron, I know we’ve never talked before, but I feel like I know you, Linda has told me all about you.” He seemed nice enough, and seemed even smaller in person than in the photos. We shook hands, and he took the stool to Linda’s right.
Linda turned her stool so that she was sitting with her back to the bar, in the middle of the two of us. She crossed her legs, and smiled at Ron. As she did, Ron stared down at her legs. “My, your even more beautiful in person” he said. I wanted to laugh, what a bad line! I just smiled to myself and kept quiet. Linda proceeded to cross and uncross her legs several more times, I got the feeling that she was enjoying the attention it was getting her, as her and Ron chatted like old friends.
After several hours, and several rounds of drinks, it was getting late, and the old dive bar was getting boring, at least for me. I’m not sure what I expected, but to this point Ron had been a perfect gentleman, not even so much as touching Linda’s hand. Just then, Ron made a suggestion. “Hey, I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come over for a few more drinks? I don’t live far from here. Besides, there’s a fight on HBO, and I know your husband would probably enjoy that being into Karate and all. We can order a pizza too, I’m sure you are both starving by now!” I had totally forgot about the fight that night, and the idea sounded cool to me, and besides I WAS starving!! Linda looked at me with a hesitant look, but I chimed in. “Ah come on Hon, we’ll watch the fight and then call it a night. It’ll be fun.” “So it’s a plan, great!” exclaimed Ron, and the three of us headed for the door.
Ron only lived a few blocks from the bar, in a small studio apartment above a Dry Cleaners. We followed Ron up to his apartment and walked in. “Guys, make yourself at home, I’ll get a few drinks.” With that, Ron walked into the kitchen to get drinks for Linda and me, and we walked into the living area. The living area consisted of a futon, coffee table, and TV on a TV stand, and Ron’s computer desk and chair. Closer to the kitchen was a small dinette set. Linda sat on the futon, as I walked around looking the place. Ron came out of the kitchen and handed Linda her drink, and sat my drink on the coffee table. He sat next to Linda on the futon, and grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on. Linda sat back, and crossed her legs. I walked over and grabbed my drink, not sure where to sit. “Oh, I’m sorry” said Ron “Here, sit next to your wife. Please”. As Ron stood up, I sat in his office chair by his desk and rolled it toward the TV. “No, Ron, this is fine, seriously”. Ron sat back down, taking in Linda’s legs as he did.
Ron switched on the fight, and we both started watching intently. This went on for several minutes, and I could tell that Linda was getting annoyed by the lack of attention she was receiving. She crossed her legs, and reached down for her shoe, which drew Ron’s attention immediately. “Is there something wrong Linda?” he asked. “No, just that these are new shoes, and a bit tight, that’s all”, said Linda as she unbuckled the strap on the shoe. “Well, let me help you”, said Ron, as he scooped Linda’s legs up and placed her feet on his lap. Linda turned, with her back against the arm of the futon now. Ron then went about trying to unbuckle the straps on her sandals. He slipped off the first shoe easily as Linda had already undone the buckle, but he seemed to have trouble with the second shoe, as I noticed his hand trembling a bit. He finally worked the strap loose and slipped off the second shoe, and placed Linda’s now exposed stockinged feet on his lap. “Would you like a massage?” he asked. “Of course, I would LOVE a massage”, said Linda, wiggling her feet, smiling with that big teethy smile of hers.
Ron started to slowly massage Linda’s feet with firm slow strokes across the top of her feet. Linda closed her eyes, and would occasionally moan, she was thoroughly enjoying Ron’s handy work. I pretended to be watching the fight, but I was captivated by Ron touching my wife’s feet. Ron was slow and deliberate, firmly rubbing the tops of her feet, then up to her calves, then back down toward the instep, smiling the whole time, his eyes watching Linda for any reaction. Then, he got an evil grin on his face, and slowly traced a single finger up Linda’s sole. Linda squealed with delight and jumped. Her eyes opened immediately, and Ron immediately moved his hand up, in a “wasn’t me” kind of move. “Hey, I TOLD you how ticklish I was” said Linda, almost teasingly. “My god, you ARE ticklish aren’t you”, said Ron, suddenly standing and seeming out of sorts. “You didn’t have to get up”, said Linda, not sure what had just happened. “Do you need another drink, I need another drink” said Ron, who seemed suddenly very nervous. He grabbed their glasses, and extended a hand toward me. “Let me refill that for ya” he said, and taking my drink went off to the kitchen. When we were both sure he was out of ear-shot, I whispered to my wife, “What did you do to him Hon?” “Nothing” she replied“, He just tickled my foot and I jumped, and he got very weird”. With that, we could hear Ron coming back from the kitchen. He seemed calm again, and was smiling. “OK, who needs a drink” he said cheerfully. I made eye contact with Linda, and smiled and took my fresh drink from Ron. But I could tell that Linda was just as puzzled by Ron’s bizarre behavior as I was.
Ron sat down next to Linda again, and seemed to be watching her sip her drink. Linda sat there, stirring the drink with the little plastic straw that was in it, taking sips. “Is it Ok?” Ron asked. “Yes, mine is fine. How is YOUR drink Hon?” Linda asked me, looking at me curiously while putting me on the spot. I looked in my glass and took a big sip, it was fine. Ron’s gaze never left Linda, as he was now staring at her, as she sat there with her ankles crossed. “Did you want to put your feet back up?” asked Ron while patting his lap. “No, I’m fine like this, but Thank You”, said Linda politely. “Oh, Ok”, said Ron, again looking out of sorts. We all turned our attention to the fight, but every once in a while I would catch Ron staring at me intently, and again I felt uneasy. I finished my drink, and felt like I needed to use the bathroom. I went to stand up, but suddenly felt dizzy. I grabbed the arms of the chair and tried to push myself up, but by now the room was spinning. I looked over towards Linda, and she seemed to have her eyes closed. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I remember looking at Ron one last time, he was smiling with that evil grin again. Then everything went black...`
I came too some time later. At first I had no idea where I was, as I looked around the room. Then things started to clear up, and I saw something moving across from me, and I focused on that. It was Ron, standing over Linda, who was now stretched out on the futon, with her head toward the far end of the futon. I shook my head again, and went to stand but couldn’t. I looked down and realized that my arms were tied to the arms of the office chair with duct tape, and my legs were tied at the ankles, and the ropes attached to the legs of the chair. I went to yell, but my mouth was covered with duct tape as well. Fear immediately set in. Then I saw what Ron was doing – he was binding Linda's hands to the wooden arm of the futon with duct tape. I tried to scream, but all I could manage was a muffled “MMMPPPHHH”.
Hearing that, Ron turned to me and smiled. “Ah you’re awake”, he said. He then turned back to Linda, wrapping loop after loop of tape around her wrist. “There, that should hold her, you think?” he said mockingly. Having bound both of her wrists he moved down to the foot of the futon, only a few feet from where I was sitting, and started to mock me again. “Now I know what you’re probably thinking. You’re thinking – Why the heck is this guy using so much tape, I mean, what a waste!” and he laughed heartily, as he started to wrap the tape around Linda’s stockinged ankles. He must have looped her ankles over 20 times before he was satisfied, and broke the tape with his teeth. “Oh my, I hope that doesn’t run her nylons” said Ron, again laughing loudly, as he picked up her feet by the ankles and gently slid her feet under the far arm of the futon. He then moved around behind the arm of the futon, and reached down and grabbed Linda’s feet and tugged, and her whole body shifted in that direction until her feet were poking out from under the wooden arm of the futon, and her arms were stretched taught over her head. Then, Ron lifted Linda’s feet, and holding them up with his knee started to wrap loop after loop of tape around her already tightly bound ankles, and up and around the arm of the futon. He must have used half the role of tape to securely bind Linda’s feet to the arm of the futon. Then, he walked back up to the other end of the futon, where Linda’s head was. “Time to wake her up, I mean, she’s been sleeping for a long time, I guess I gave her too big a dose”, and with that, Ron pulled a smelling salt out of his pocket and ran it under Linda’s nose. Linda shook her head back and forth, and started to cough. Ron moved the smelling salt away, and Linda tried to lift her head. “What the” were the first 2 words Linda managed, before realizing that she was tightly bound to the futon. Then, she looked over at me and saw me duct taped to the chair, and started to scream. “Now now, you’ll disturb my neighbors….Oh wait, I don’t have any neighbors”, laughed Ron, and with that he ripped one more piece of duct tape off the role, and placed it over Linda’s mouth.
He then moved back toward Linda’s legs, and started to slowly slide the material of the skirt off her legs along the slit. First, he moved the material to the left of the slit, then the material to the right of the slit, exposing all of her stockinged legs from the upper thigh down. He then slowly ran his hand along her stockinged legs, up and down, stopping to squeeze her knee. Linda made a loud “mmmmpphh” from under the tape that covered her mouth, and then bucked wildly against her bonds. “Oh yes, how could I forget, you’re very ticklish there aren’t you?” and with that, he started to squeeze both of Linda’s knees. Linda squirmed wildly up and down, and then left to right, as much as the tight bonds that restrained her would let her. But being stretched so taught, the most she could do was lift her body off the futon a little. Ron seemed to genuinely enjoy tormenting her, and then suddenly backed away from the futon for a minute. He then turned again to me. “Oh, I almost forgot you were there. Well how rude of me!” He walked over behind my chair, and started to roll my chair across the room towards the futon. “Wouldn’t you like to sit closer to your wife?” he asked sarcastically. Ron rolled my chair toward the end of the futon where Linda’s feet were tied, and then suddenly stopped. “This looks like a good spot, right?” He left me only a few feet from Linda’s tightly bound feet, facing her exposed soles.
“Now, if I remember right, Linda told me that her feet were incredibly ticklish. Am I right my friend?” asked Ron, as he pointed to Linda’s feet. Ron then looked down at Linda’s feet, which were completely still, and then back at Linda. “You DID say you were ticklish, right?” Ron said in Linda’s direction. I could hear a “mmmpphhh” come from Linda but could not make out any words. Ron then turned back to me. “Well, she’s not very talkative right now”, said Ron with that same evil laugh. “Let’s see, what happens if we do this”, and Ron started to run a single finger slowly up the sole of Linda’s left foot. Linda’s feet both wiggled now, and she bucked again on the futon. I could hear her trying to say something under the tape, but the muffled sounds made no sense. With that, Ron laughed, and moved a step back toward the futon. “You know, I’m getting tired of standing, do you mind if I join you two and sit down?” asked Ron mockingly, and with that he lifted his left leg over Linda’s outstretched legs, and straddled her lower legs, resting on his left knee, with his right leg still on the floor, facing her feet. He leaned forward a bit, resting his right hand on the arm of the futon, and looked down at her tightly bound ankles. Then, he looked at me. “Ah, this is so much more better, you think?” he said with that evil smile. Then, he leaned forward, his nose coming within a few inches of Linda’s feet, and inhaled deeply. “Ah, I love the smell of sexy feet in nylons, don’t you?” and he took a second sniff. Linda tried to move her feet, not sure what Ron was planning, but could only manage to wiggle them left to right a few inches. Still, this seemed to annoy Ron, and he turned to look at Linda. “Now now, must I restrain you further”, he asked, and with that he stood up and walked rapidly to the kitchen.
I could hear Ron fumbling around in the kitchen looking for something. And then – the phone rang. Ron calmly answered, and both Linda and I tried to make as much noise as we could, which wasn’t much under the duct tape covering our mouths. Ron calmly walked back into the Living area. “Uh huh, yes, uh-huh, no it’s no problem it’s all taken care of. What was that, oh, oh, OK yes that’s fine…..(long pause)…..yes, yes she does have great legs….(pause)….Oh yes, very, wait until you see!….Uh huh, ok. See you in a few. Bye”. And with that, Ron hung up the phone. Then he returned to the living room, with what looked like a shoe string in his hand. “Hey guys, guess what, the guys from the bar are going to stop by!” He then returned to his sitting position on Linda’s legs, and took out the shoe string. Linda started shaking her feet wildly as she could feel Ron trying to loop the string around her big toe. After a few seconds, Ron forced the string between her nylon encased big toe and the next one, tied it, and then pulled her other foot closer, but Linda’s constant struggling kept him from looping her other toe. “Oh, you’re going to pay for this my dear”, scolded Ron, as he fought with Linda’s wiggling feet. Then, a knock came on the door.
Ron jumped up and ran over to the door, looking through the peephole. He then unlocked the door and let his two friends in. It was the two biker looking guys from the bar. They both walked in, high-fiving Ron as they did, both carrying small bags, and walked right over to the couch. “Nice work Ron” said the bigger of the two guys. Both men were rather large, but one was bigger, and the bigger one had a very long dirty beard, the other one had just a small Hitler-looking mustache. The smaller one immediately dropped the bag he was carrying, and walked over to the couch, and started touching Linda, running his hands all over her legs, while Ron and the larger guy walked down to the foot of the futon. “Help me out here will ya”, said Ron, as he took his position on Linda’s lower legs again. The big guy walked around the arm of the futon, and squatted right next to me, paying no attention to me as if I wasn’t even there. As he tightly squeezed Linda’s feet together, Ron looped the string around her two big toes and tied it tighty, and then pulled back firmly towards him so that her feet were pressed against the wooden arm of the futon, finally tying the other end off around the arm of the futon, thus tying her two feet back completely and rendering them completely immobile.
“Nice, Ron, fucking nice”, said the bigger guy. Then, looking at the smaller guy as he poked and prodded Linda, he yelled “Hey ass-wipe, did you bring the camera?” The guy replied ”Yeah, it’s right here, asshole”. With that, he mumbled something and walked over towards the door. He picked up the small bag he had dropped and pulled out a very small video camera, and walked toward the foot of the futon. “Where do you want me?” he asked. The bigger guy pointed to a spot just to the right of the futon, over by the TV. “Make sure you get plenty of foot shots, and don’t forget to get her face, I want to make sure you can tell how much she is suffering”, said the big guy, as he opened a small bag and dumped the contents on the floor. Out came a number of items – toothbrushes, a hair brush, feathers, an electric toothbrush, a small vibrator, and several other plastic picks and tools.
By now, Linda was thrashing so much that her hands had turned purple. She knew these men planned on torturing her, but was helpless to stop it. She lifted her head and looked at me, and all I could do was close my eyes. I could not help her, as I was tied very tight. With that, the big guy motioned to the smaller guy. “Ok, start taping”. The smaller guy turned on the video camera, and pointed it toward the 2 men at Linda’s feet. Ron seemed to settle down on Linda’s legs with all of his weight, thus restricting her movement even more, and then, the big guy started on her feet with his fingers. First a single finger slowly from the heel to the toe of her left foot, then the right. Linda made loud noises under the tape gagging her, and tried to squirm. Ron then started running a soft toothbrush along the tops of her toes. Linda’s muffled laughs become louder and louder, and more constant. I know from tickling her that running a finger over her hyper-ticklish foot for just a second drivers her crazy, so this constant tickling on her totally immobile feet must have been maddening. And then, the big guy stooped. “Hey, why is her mouth covered?” he asked. “She was screaming before”, replied Ron in a very matter of fact voice, as he continued to run the brush along her toes. “Well, I want to hear her laugh”, said the big guy. “Ok, no prob, but I’m warning you this one is loud”, said Ron as he reached back and ripped the tape off Linda’s mouth. Linda at first drew in several deep breaths, and then started screaming again. “Untie me you sick fucks”, she yelled, only to start laughing again as the big guy started on her helpless soles again. “Nooooooooo aaahhhhhh aha ahhhhhhhhh ha ha ha” she screamed, as his fingers danced over her feet. Ron then reached down and grabbed the electric toothbrush, and started running it along the bottom of her toes. Linda’s hysterical laughter turned to screams, as she tried desperately to spit out words. “aaaaaaaahhh stoooopppppp aahhhhhhh ppplllllleeaasssseeeeaaaaaaahh” she yelled, her cries getting more and more desperate. After several minutes, the big guy got out a toothbrush and started furiously running the brush up and down her stockinged soles. This put her over the edge. Her cries turned to silent laughter, as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes started to tear, and although her mouth was wide open, nothing was coming out. Then, it finally came, perhaps the loudest scream I have ever heard. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA” came out, and I thought the windows would break. Ron and the big guy were not phased, and continued to methodically tickle her feet. The guy working the camera would take turns switching from shots of her feet being tormented, to shots of her face, and her tormented laughter and screams. Some time during the ordeal, she passed out. I closed my eyes, and felt myself getting dizzy again. Then everything went black…..
“Hon, HON…..HON!!” yelled Linda, as I stood there in a daze. “Come on, you were yelling at me before, now YOU’RE going to make us late!” snapped Linda, and she walked towards the door. I stood there, still in a daze, trying to figure out where I was. “What is WITH you tonight, you’ve been in a fog all night! Are you feeling well?” she asked, as she put her jacket on. I still was in a fog. “But, Ron, and the big guy, where are they?” I asked. “What the HELL are you talking about? “ asked Linda. “Come on, if we hurry we can get back before your fight starts”, she said, buttoning her jacket. “But, you were, well, we were…they were tickling your feet”, I stammered. Linda walked over to me. “Is this another one of your chat room fantasies? We have GOT to get you off the internet”, she said, storming off. THE END….
The Chat Room Guy – Part 2
We pulled out of our driveway to go meet this man that Linda was talking to on AOL. As we drove down the Turnpike, Linda sat back in her seat and crossed her legs. The slit in her short black skirt fell to the side, showing most of her thigh. “Sit like that at the bar and he may have a heart attack,” I teased, all the while trying to keep my eyes on the road. Linda just smiled, and tried to pull her skirt down, to no avail.
“So, what did you tell him during all those chats?” I asked. “Well” she replied, “I told him all about you, about how you like when men look at my legs. He thought that was cool” she giggled, and shifted in her seat, uncrossing her legs now and turning more to face me. “We talked about a lot of things. He told me his turn-ons, his fantasies, things like that.” “OK” I replied, “I’ll bite, what ARE his turn-ons?” I kinda had an idea already, but I wanted to hear what he told her. “Well, he said he has always been a leg man, and has a huge fetish for feet, especially in nude stockings.” “Well, would that be why you wore those nylons tonight?” I asked. She just laughed, I knew what the answer was. “OK, I’m almost afraid to ask. What are his fantasies?” Again, I thought I knew, but I figured I would ask. “Well, he said he would love to give me a foot massage”. That sounded pretty tame. “OK, what else” I asked. “OK, well, he said his ultimate fantasy with me would be to have me helpless, like tied up or chained up, so he could do whatever he wanted to do to my feet. I told him that wasn’t going to happen.” She laughed, almost blushing. “So I made sure I told him how big you were, and how you used to do Karate, in case he got any silly ideas.” At that I had to laugh. “And after he told you all this you STILL want to meet him?” I asked. “Oh Hon, he’s harmless. We’ll just give the poor guy a thrill and then go home”, She said, with that cute little smile of hers.
We pulled in to the parking lot of the tavern we had agreed to meet our new friend at. I jumped out and walked around, and opened the door for Linda. As she stepped out, she looked around the almost empty parking lot. “Shouldn’t be hard to find him here, huh?” she laughed. As we walked in and looked around, it was obvious that this place was more of a dive bar than anything else. The place was dark and smokey. Several old timers were sitting at the bar. A few biker- looking guys were playing pool. The bartender was an older guy, probably in his fifties. It looked like one of those places where everyone knows everyone. That and, well, we were way way overdressed for this place, with Linda in her little skirt and nylons, and me in my dress slacks and jacket. As we entered, every person in the place looked at us, or at least it felt that way. We both looked around, not seeing anyone that resembled the guy we were looking for, so we decided to sit at the bar. As we made our way to the bar, I noticed that Linda was the only lady in the whole place, and an immediate uneasiness came over me. I helped Linda slip off her jacket, and I walked back toward a coat rack by the door to hang our jackets. Linda climbed up on her stool, and crossed her legs, which drew the attention of the biker guys playing pool. It was obvious that they don’t see a lot of women in this place, much less women dressed like Linda.
I walked back over to the bar and took the stool to her left, and she turned her stool to face me. We ordered our drinks, and as we sat there the door opened and a man walked in – it was our friend. He looked right at Linda, took off his jacket and hat, and walked over. “Linda?” He asked. “Yes, Hi!!!” she extended her hand and started to jump down from the bar stool. “No no, please, sit, let me take you in,” he said as he looked her up and down. Then, still smiling, he turned to me. “Hi, my name is Ron, I know we’ve never talked before, but I feel like I know you, Linda has told me all about you.” He seemed nice enough, and seemed even smaller in person than in the photos. We shook hands, and he took the stool to Linda’s right.
Linda turned her stool so that she was sitting with her back to the bar, in the middle of the two of us. She crossed her legs, and smiled at Ron. As she did, Ron stared down at her legs. “My, your even more beautiful in person” he said. I wanted to laugh, what a bad line! I just smiled to myself and kept quiet. Linda proceeded to cross and uncross her legs several more times, I got the feeling that she was enjoying the attention it was getting her, as her and Ron chatted like old friends.
After several hours, and several rounds of drinks, it was getting late, and the old dive bar was getting boring, at least for me. I’m not sure what I expected, but to this point Ron had been a perfect gentleman, not even so much as touching Linda’s hand. Just then, Ron made a suggestion. “Hey, I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come over for a few more drinks? I don’t live far from here. Besides, there’s a fight on HBO, and I know your husband would probably enjoy that being into Karate and all. We can order a pizza too, I’m sure you are both starving by now!” I had totally forgot about the fight that night, and the idea sounded cool to me, and besides I WAS starving!! Linda looked at me with a hesitant look, but I chimed in. “Ah come on Hon, we’ll watch the fight and then call it a night. It’ll be fun.” “So it’s a plan, great!” exclaimed Ron, and the three of us headed for the door.
Ron only lived a few blocks from the bar, in a small studio apartment above a Dry Cleaners. We followed Ron up to his apartment and walked in. “Guys, make yourself at home, I’ll get a few drinks.” With that, Ron walked into the kitchen to get drinks for Linda and me, and we walked into the living area. The living area consisted of a futon, coffee table, and TV on a TV stand, and Ron’s computer desk and chair. Closer to the kitchen was a small dinette set. Linda sat on the futon, as I walked around looking the place. Ron came out of the kitchen and handed Linda her drink, and sat my drink on the coffee table. He sat next to Linda on the futon, and grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on. Linda sat back, and crossed her legs. I walked over and grabbed my drink, not sure where to sit. “Oh, I’m sorry” said Ron “Here, sit next to your wife. Please”. As Ron stood up, I sat in his office chair by his desk and rolled it toward the TV. “No, Ron, this is fine, seriously”. Ron sat back down, taking in Linda’s legs as he did.
Ron switched on the fight, and we both started watching intently. This went on for several minutes, and I could tell that Linda was getting annoyed by the lack of attention she was receiving. She crossed her legs, and reached down for her shoe, which drew Ron’s attention immediately. “Is there something wrong Linda?” he asked. “No, just that these are new shoes, and a bit tight, that’s all”, said Linda as she unbuckled the strap on the shoe. “Well, let me help you”, said Ron, as he scooped Linda’s legs up and placed her feet on his lap. Linda turned, with her back against the arm of the futon now. Ron then went about trying to unbuckle the straps on her sandals. He slipped off the first shoe easily as Linda had already undone the buckle, but he seemed to have trouble with the second shoe, as I noticed his hand trembling a bit. He finally worked the strap loose and slipped off the second shoe, and placed Linda’s now exposed stockinged feet on his lap. “Would you like a massage?” he asked. “Of course, I would LOVE a massage”, said Linda, wiggling her feet, smiling with that big teethy smile of hers.
Ron started to slowly massage Linda’s feet with firm slow strokes across the top of her feet. Linda closed her eyes, and would occasionally moan, she was thoroughly enjoying Ron’s handy work. I pretended to be watching the fight, but I was captivated by Ron touching my wife’s feet. Ron was slow and deliberate, firmly rubbing the tops of her feet, then up to her calves, then back down toward the instep, smiling the whole time, his eyes watching Linda for any reaction. Then, he got an evil grin on his face, and slowly traced a single finger up Linda’s sole. Linda squealed with delight and jumped. Her eyes opened immediately, and Ron immediately moved his hand up, in a “wasn’t me” kind of move. “Hey, I TOLD you how ticklish I was” said Linda, almost teasingly. “My god, you ARE ticklish aren’t you”, said Ron, suddenly standing and seeming out of sorts. “You didn’t have to get up”, said Linda, not sure what had just happened. “Do you need another drink, I need another drink” said Ron, who seemed suddenly very nervous. He grabbed their glasses, and extended a hand toward me. “Let me refill that for ya” he said, and taking my drink went off to the kitchen. When we were both sure he was out of ear-shot, I whispered to my wife, “What did you do to him Hon?” “Nothing” she replied“, He just tickled my foot and I jumped, and he got very weird”. With that, we could hear Ron coming back from the kitchen. He seemed calm again, and was smiling. “OK, who needs a drink” he said cheerfully. I made eye contact with Linda, and smiled and took my fresh drink from Ron. But I could tell that Linda was just as puzzled by Ron’s bizarre behavior as I was.
Ron sat down next to Linda again, and seemed to be watching her sip her drink. Linda sat there, stirring the drink with the little plastic straw that was in it, taking sips. “Is it Ok?” Ron asked. “Yes, mine is fine. How is YOUR drink Hon?” Linda asked me, looking at me curiously while putting me on the spot. I looked in my glass and took a big sip, it was fine. Ron’s gaze never left Linda, as he was now staring at her, as she sat there with her ankles crossed. “Did you want to put your feet back up?” asked Ron while patting his lap. “No, I’m fine like this, but Thank You”, said Linda politely. “Oh, Ok”, said Ron, again looking out of sorts. We all turned our attention to the fight, but every once in a while I would catch Ron staring at me intently, and again I felt uneasy. I finished my drink, and felt like I needed to use the bathroom. I went to stand up, but suddenly felt dizzy. I grabbed the arms of the chair and tried to push myself up, but by now the room was spinning. I looked over towards Linda, and she seemed to have her eyes closed. I tried to speak but couldn’t. I remember looking at Ron one last time, he was smiling with that evil grin again. Then everything went black...`
I came too some time later. At first I had no idea where I was, as I looked around the room. Then things started to clear up, and I saw something moving across from me, and I focused on that. It was Ron, standing over Linda, who was now stretched out on the futon, with her head toward the far end of the futon. I shook my head again, and went to stand but couldn’t. I looked down and realized that my arms were tied to the arms of the office chair with duct tape, and my legs were tied at the ankles, and the ropes attached to the legs of the chair. I went to yell, but my mouth was covered with duct tape as well. Fear immediately set in. Then I saw what Ron was doing – he was binding Linda's hands to the wooden arm of the futon with duct tape. I tried to scream, but all I could manage was a muffled “MMMPPPHHH”.
Hearing that, Ron turned to me and smiled. “Ah you’re awake”, he said. He then turned back to Linda, wrapping loop after loop of tape around her wrist. “There, that should hold her, you think?” he said mockingly. Having bound both of her wrists he moved down to the foot of the futon, only a few feet from where I was sitting, and started to mock me again. “Now I know what you’re probably thinking. You’re thinking – Why the heck is this guy using so much tape, I mean, what a waste!” and he laughed heartily, as he started to wrap the tape around Linda’s stockinged ankles. He must have looped her ankles over 20 times before he was satisfied, and broke the tape with his teeth. “Oh my, I hope that doesn’t run her nylons” said Ron, again laughing loudly, as he picked up her feet by the ankles and gently slid her feet under the far arm of the futon. He then moved around behind the arm of the futon, and reached down and grabbed Linda’s feet and tugged, and her whole body shifted in that direction until her feet were poking out from under the wooden arm of the futon, and her arms were stretched taught over her head. Then, Ron lifted Linda’s feet, and holding them up with his knee started to wrap loop after loop of tape around her already tightly bound ankles, and up and around the arm of the futon. He must have used half the role of tape to securely bind Linda’s feet to the arm of the futon. Then, he walked back up to the other end of the futon, where Linda’s head was. “Time to wake her up, I mean, she’s been sleeping for a long time, I guess I gave her too big a dose”, and with that, Ron pulled a smelling salt out of his pocket and ran it under Linda’s nose. Linda shook her head back and forth, and started to cough. Ron moved the smelling salt away, and Linda tried to lift her head. “What the” were the first 2 words Linda managed, before realizing that she was tightly bound to the futon. Then, she looked over at me and saw me duct taped to the chair, and started to scream. “Now now, you’ll disturb my neighbors….Oh wait, I don’t have any neighbors”, laughed Ron, and with that he ripped one more piece of duct tape off the role, and placed it over Linda’s mouth.
He then moved back toward Linda’s legs, and started to slowly slide the material of the skirt off her legs along the slit. First, he moved the material to the left of the slit, then the material to the right of the slit, exposing all of her stockinged legs from the upper thigh down. He then slowly ran his hand along her stockinged legs, up and down, stopping to squeeze her knee. Linda made a loud “mmmmpphh” from under the tape that covered her mouth, and then bucked wildly against her bonds. “Oh yes, how could I forget, you’re very ticklish there aren’t you?” and with that, he started to squeeze both of Linda’s knees. Linda squirmed wildly up and down, and then left to right, as much as the tight bonds that restrained her would let her. But being stretched so taught, the most she could do was lift her body off the futon a little. Ron seemed to genuinely enjoy tormenting her, and then suddenly backed away from the futon for a minute. He then turned again to me. “Oh, I almost forgot you were there. Well how rude of me!” He walked over behind my chair, and started to roll my chair across the room towards the futon. “Wouldn’t you like to sit closer to your wife?” he asked sarcastically. Ron rolled my chair toward the end of the futon where Linda’s feet were tied, and then suddenly stopped. “This looks like a good spot, right?” He left me only a few feet from Linda’s tightly bound feet, facing her exposed soles.
“Now, if I remember right, Linda told me that her feet were incredibly ticklish. Am I right my friend?” asked Ron, as he pointed to Linda’s feet. Ron then looked down at Linda’s feet, which were completely still, and then back at Linda. “You DID say you were ticklish, right?” Ron said in Linda’s direction. I could hear a “mmmpphhh” come from Linda but could not make out any words. Ron then turned back to me. “Well, she’s not very talkative right now”, said Ron with that same evil laugh. “Let’s see, what happens if we do this”, and Ron started to run a single finger slowly up the sole of Linda’s left foot. Linda’s feet both wiggled now, and she bucked again on the futon. I could hear her trying to say something under the tape, but the muffled sounds made no sense. With that, Ron laughed, and moved a step back toward the futon. “You know, I’m getting tired of standing, do you mind if I join you two and sit down?” asked Ron mockingly, and with that he lifted his left leg over Linda’s outstretched legs, and straddled her lower legs, resting on his left knee, with his right leg still on the floor, facing her feet. He leaned forward a bit, resting his right hand on the arm of the futon, and looked down at her tightly bound ankles. Then, he looked at me. “Ah, this is so much more better, you think?” he said with that evil smile. Then, he leaned forward, his nose coming within a few inches of Linda’s feet, and inhaled deeply. “Ah, I love the smell of sexy feet in nylons, don’t you?” and he took a second sniff. Linda tried to move her feet, not sure what Ron was planning, but could only manage to wiggle them left to right a few inches. Still, this seemed to annoy Ron, and he turned to look at Linda. “Now now, must I restrain you further”, he asked, and with that he stood up and walked rapidly to the kitchen.
I could hear Ron fumbling around in the kitchen looking for something. And then – the phone rang. Ron calmly answered, and both Linda and I tried to make as much noise as we could, which wasn’t much under the duct tape covering our mouths. Ron calmly walked back into the Living area. “Uh huh, yes, uh-huh, no it’s no problem it’s all taken care of. What was that, oh, oh, OK yes that’s fine…..(long pause)…..yes, yes she does have great legs….(pause)….Oh yes, very, wait until you see!….Uh huh, ok. See you in a few. Bye”. And with that, Ron hung up the phone. Then he returned to the living room, with what looked like a shoe string in his hand. “Hey guys, guess what, the guys from the bar are going to stop by!” He then returned to his sitting position on Linda’s legs, and took out the shoe string. Linda started shaking her feet wildly as she could feel Ron trying to loop the string around her big toe. After a few seconds, Ron forced the string between her nylon encased big toe and the next one, tied it, and then pulled her other foot closer, but Linda’s constant struggling kept him from looping her other toe. “Oh, you’re going to pay for this my dear”, scolded Ron, as he fought with Linda’s wiggling feet. Then, a knock came on the door.
Ron jumped up and ran over to the door, looking through the peephole. He then unlocked the door and let his two friends in. It was the two biker looking guys from the bar. They both walked in, high-fiving Ron as they did, both carrying small bags, and walked right over to the couch. “Nice work Ron” said the bigger of the two guys. Both men were rather large, but one was bigger, and the bigger one had a very long dirty beard, the other one had just a small Hitler-looking mustache. The smaller one immediately dropped the bag he was carrying, and walked over to the couch, and started touching Linda, running his hands all over her legs, while Ron and the larger guy walked down to the foot of the futon. “Help me out here will ya”, said Ron, as he took his position on Linda’s lower legs again. The big guy walked around the arm of the futon, and squatted right next to me, paying no attention to me as if I wasn’t even there. As he tightly squeezed Linda’s feet together, Ron looped the string around her two big toes and tied it tighty, and then pulled back firmly towards him so that her feet were pressed against the wooden arm of the futon, finally tying the other end off around the arm of the futon, thus tying her two feet back completely and rendering them completely immobile.
“Nice, Ron, fucking nice”, said the bigger guy. Then, looking at the smaller guy as he poked and prodded Linda, he yelled “Hey ass-wipe, did you bring the camera?” The guy replied ”Yeah, it’s right here, asshole”. With that, he mumbled something and walked over towards the door. He picked up the small bag he had dropped and pulled out a very small video camera, and walked toward the foot of the futon. “Where do you want me?” he asked. The bigger guy pointed to a spot just to the right of the futon, over by the TV. “Make sure you get plenty of foot shots, and don’t forget to get her face, I want to make sure you can tell how much she is suffering”, said the big guy, as he opened a small bag and dumped the contents on the floor. Out came a number of items – toothbrushes, a hair brush, feathers, an electric toothbrush, a small vibrator, and several other plastic picks and tools.
By now, Linda was thrashing so much that her hands had turned purple. She knew these men planned on torturing her, but was helpless to stop it. She lifted her head and looked at me, and all I could do was close my eyes. I could not help her, as I was tied very tight. With that, the big guy motioned to the smaller guy. “Ok, start taping”. The smaller guy turned on the video camera, and pointed it toward the 2 men at Linda’s feet. Ron seemed to settle down on Linda’s legs with all of his weight, thus restricting her movement even more, and then, the big guy started on her feet with his fingers. First a single finger slowly from the heel to the toe of her left foot, then the right. Linda made loud noises under the tape gagging her, and tried to squirm. Ron then started running a soft toothbrush along the tops of her toes. Linda’s muffled laughs become louder and louder, and more constant. I know from tickling her that running a finger over her hyper-ticklish foot for just a second drivers her crazy, so this constant tickling on her totally immobile feet must have been maddening. And then, the big guy stooped. “Hey, why is her mouth covered?” he asked. “She was screaming before”, replied Ron in a very matter of fact voice, as he continued to run the brush along her toes. “Well, I want to hear her laugh”, said the big guy. “Ok, no prob, but I’m warning you this one is loud”, said Ron as he reached back and ripped the tape off Linda’s mouth. Linda at first drew in several deep breaths, and then started screaming again. “Untie me you sick fucks”, she yelled, only to start laughing again as the big guy started on her helpless soles again. “Nooooooooo aaahhhhhh aha ahhhhhhhhh ha ha ha” she screamed, as his fingers danced over her feet. Ron then reached down and grabbed the electric toothbrush, and started running it along the bottom of her toes. Linda’s hysterical laughter turned to screams, as she tried desperately to spit out words. “aaaaaaaahhh stoooopppppp aahhhhhhh ppplllllleeaasssseeeeaaaaaaahh” she yelled, her cries getting more and more desperate. After several minutes, the big guy got out a toothbrush and started furiously running the brush up and down her stockinged soles. This put her over the edge. Her cries turned to silent laughter, as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes started to tear, and although her mouth was wide open, nothing was coming out. Then, it finally came, perhaps the loudest scream I have ever heard. “AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA” came out, and I thought the windows would break. Ron and the big guy were not phased, and continued to methodically tickle her feet. The guy working the camera would take turns switching from shots of her feet being tormented, to shots of her face, and her tormented laughter and screams. Some time during the ordeal, she passed out. I closed my eyes, and felt myself getting dizzy again. Then everything went black…..
“Hon, HON…..HON!!” yelled Linda, as I stood there in a daze. “Come on, you were yelling at me before, now YOU’RE going to make us late!” snapped Linda, and she walked towards the door. I stood there, still in a daze, trying to figure out where I was. “What is WITH you tonight, you’ve been in a fog all night! Are you feeling well?” she asked, as she put her jacket on. I still was in a fog. “But, Ron, and the big guy, where are they?” I asked. “What the HELL are you talking about? “ asked Linda. “Come on, if we hurry we can get back before your fight starts”, she said, buttoning her jacket. “But, you were, well, we were…they were tickling your feet”, I stammered. Linda walked over to me. “Is this another one of your chat room fantasies? We have GOT to get you off the internet”, she said, storming off. THE END….
