Duke Diablo
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Hey guys. This is the beginning of a story I've seemed to be writing up forever, and never had time/inspiration to continue. Lately, though, being caught up in so many projects (mostly college-oriented), I don't know if I'll have time for it.
Anyways, do you guys think I should continue writing it, or scrap it and write something else?
Anyways, here is the story...
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The Institution
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Unnghh... my head.
Those were the first thoughts I had as I woke up and... looked around? No... I found that, besides having a sore head, I also couldn't look around, due to a blindfold over my eyes. I tried saying something as well, but a ball in my mouth prevented me from doing so.
"Mmmpphhh!", I tried saying something, yelling for someone, not sure what to yell for. Of course, I was tied... my whole forearms tied together behind my back and my ankles anchored to something firm I couldn't see.
Suddenly, I heard a feminine voice coming from somewhere close... close, and above me. "Finally... he's awake. I was beginning to get weary of waiting, you know?"
I tried to say something, but of course, failed, as the gag turned my words into incomprehensible blabber, making articulation impossible.
"He is ready for inspection, milady", a sly male voice replied, creeping under my skin, making me shiver in disgust. "As you will see, he is a perfect specimen for your... institution... one might say it is almost as this kidnapping is his dreams come true."
What the hell was this man talking about, a thought thundered in my head. "Mmmmmppphhh!!!"
Of course, my 'protests' were in vain.
The lady then spoke again, her elegant voice gracing the room, her words filling me with dread: "We'll have to check that. Ela... Iva... Sanja... would you be so kind?"
As soon as the woman said those words, I felt several analytic touches upon me: one on each sole, one on each wrist, and one on each side of my waist. I could feel their long nails starting to probe and explore my body, all over, making me squirm and, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, let out muffled giggles, the ticklish sensations slowly starting to sink in along with the fact that not only was I helpless, but also stripped down to my underpants. And, for some reason, these girls were abusing the fact by tickling me.
Their touches were probing, analytic, as if they were studying my body, mapping out my ticklish spots. From the satisfied giggles they were producing, I knew they found my ticklishness amusing and enjoyed their work. The problem was... I was enjoying them as well, which was slowly starting to show.
"Houston, we have a lift-off", the elegant alt resounded in my ears teasingly, and I felt a woman's hand shamelessly take my underpants off, lightly tickling my balls and stroke up my hardened shaft, drawing even more giggles from me, teasing and taunting the fact I got so hard so fast. I could feel my cheeks blush in embarrassment.
"Oh my... ticklish all over, and loving it", the woman continued in delight, leaving me to her henchwomen to play with, which they continued to do, each of them picking the spot they saw draw the best reactions out of me. "Hmm... he is built well... feet in great condition... rather large shaft... I'm definitely taking him."
Being that my laughter and curses were muffled by the gag, I could hear silent giggles and hums of approval from the other girls and the merchant's satisfied cackling.
The woman then told the girls: "Well, girls, I'm off to discuss price and other formalities. In the meantime, you can play with him, until he passes out... or asks you to stop."
The three girls laughed evilly, taunting my predicament, proceeding to tickle me. In the background, through my muffled laughter, I could hear the clicking of woman's heels becoming more and more distant.
"Have fun, girls", she said, slamming the door, a final, evil sound sealing my fate. I shuddered as tickling stopped for a brief moment, catching a bit of breath.
"And now, you're all ours...", one of the girls said, her voice filled with glee.
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"... told me he was a student at a prestigious college and did a lot of exercising in spare time..."
Ungghh...
"I also heard that the old man did some research on his tastes, and found him liking tickling... that is one of the reasons he offered him to us first."
I groaned, slowly opening my eyes, regaining consciousness.
"Yeah... luckily, the guy was a loner, so finding a time when he was alone was rather easy..."
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the abundant light in the room, I saw two women talking to each other. I knew from their words that they were talking about me.
One of them saw me come to, so she smiled and elegantly approached me.
"Finally awake", she pressed her soft, full lips against my ear, whispering. I could feel the warmth of her beautiful, naked torso pressed against mine as she teasingly stroked my nipple: "I was starting to think we went a bit too hard on you back then."
"I-Iva?", I asked in confusion, looking at her beautiful blonde hair, holding back giggles as she continued to tease my sensitive nipple.
"Close enough...", she smiled seductively. "I am Sanja... remember me? Or rather... ", she slowly raised her beautiful, round breasts to my eye level, "...remember these?"
So... it was she who massaged my cock with her breasts while sucking on it. Now, looking at them, I could see why I enjoyed it so much back then... they have been of perfect, medium size and perfectly round, with two small nipples... oh God, what was I thinking? Here I was, completely immobilized on some weird kind of table, and all I could think of how good it felt to get an exquisite blowjob.
"How could I forget?" My reply was filled with sharp sarcasm.
Sanja just smiled and planted a soft kiss on my face, her hand slowly going down my belly. "Mmm... you are perfect for this institution."
Slowly, she took my hard manhood in her hand and gave it a few strokes, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"What... what kind of institution?", I asked, curious as to what those women had in store for me. I was confused and scared, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool. Panicking will certainly do me no good, I knew.
Sanja winked coquettishly, sitting on the frame next to me and slowly teasing my manhood with her pointing finger, slowly circling it around the tip. "You'll find out... sooner than you think."
I moaned and shivered in response, looking at Sanja's beautiful topless body. My sight did go lower, down her tight jeans which hid her naked skin but still clearly outlined the seductive line of her round ass and long, slender legs, all the way down to a pair of sexy high-arched, slightly tanned feet with perfect pedicure and a very suiting red toenail polish. For a moment, I found myself lost staring into them, the pleasure from the slow cock-teasing only increasing my desire for those astounding feet.
"Ooh... so it's true you like feet", Sanja noticed where I was looking at and winked at me, her finger running down my shaft, her hand gently massaging my balls. I moaned, but quickly looked away, blushing for being found out so easily. "Don't worry... around here, that's good."
"Mmm... so, that's how you do it here?", a teasing voice came from the other side of the room. The other lady... I had completely forgotten about her in all this confusion.
"Oh, Payal", Sanja smiled, moving her sight away from my manhood, where it was directed at most of the time, "feel free to join at any time... maybe learn a thing or two."
"Learn?", the other woman approached the table, a deadly smile on her darker face. "Oh, dear, dear Sanja... I believe the one that has to 'learn' is you."
And with those words spoken out, I felt a sharp fingernail touch my heel ever-so-gently, slowly carrying that light, maddening touch up to my arch and across it, then up to the balls of my foot and up them to my big toe. I giggled helplessly and no matter how my foot tried to escape, twitch, or flail around, the hand would follow it, as if it were glued to my skin, the intensity or the tempo of the touch never changing, remaining light... slow... teasing.
"*giggle* ... fucking stop that!", I shouted out, my attempts to hold in the giggles failing miserably.
"A slow, light touch is all it takes", Payal continued the subtle caress of my foot, her other elegant hand playing with a lock of her beautiful dark hair. In terms of length, it was shorter than Sanja's long mane, which fell to the middle of her back, reaching only to just below the Indian woman's shoulders. However, one could clearly see that both women tended perfectly to them, and fitted them to suit and complement their looks, so in terms of beauty, it was a tie. "Just tease them like this... for hours... maybe even days. So long time... and such gentle touches... in the end, they become addicted to it. They start craving for more and more, the touches feeling better and better until they ultimately surrender to me and cum so beautifully, so intensely. Every last one of them begs me to touch them more in the end."
"Mmm... so scary." Sanja smirked, teasingly. "I prefer making them cum over and over... and watch them grow more and more sensitive with each orgasm." Then, she turned to me: "And you certainly knew how to appreciate it, didn't you, big boy? Remember how hard... and how much... you came into my mouth?"
"Yes... that is probably why you walk around naked all the time." Still teasing me with the light touch, making me already see just how effective her philosophy can be, Payal gave blonde a viper-like look. "The touch alone probably isn't enough for you, blondie."
"Oh no... it's because I have something to show", Sanja replied as-a-matter-of-factly, her eyes pointing at the dark-skinned beauty's tight brassiere, which hid a shapely pair of breasts, just a bit smaller than Sanja's.
"Why you..."
"ENOUGH!"
A sharp shout stopped both women in their tracks just as they were about to kill each other. All three of us looked at the source of the voice: a drop-dead gorgeous dark-haired woman in leather boots with high heels and wearing a tight latex outfit.
"Ela...", Sanja whispered softly.
"Sanja, not a word from you! Have you forgotten what your task was?" Ela's voice was sharp and commanding, just like her holding and facial features: a proud expression accented with a bit of dark-red lipstick on her full lips, the mascara accenting the beautiful blue eyes, and her natural tan finishing up the dominant look.
Sanja suddenly became coquettish again, licking her lips as she made a final circle on my cock. "I don't know... maybe I have. Maybe I've been a bad, bad girl who needs to be punished."
She winked.
"Maybe you need to spend a day or two as an exhibit", Ela remarked.
"Ooh, wow...", Sanja smiled at the thought. "Only if you promise to rent my room."
All right... what the hell were they talking about? Exhibits? Rooms?
"Um... excuse me... but what the hell are you talking about?!", I asked, clearly annoyed to be kept in the dark.
"Oooh... you'll see", Sanja smiled in response, looking back to me, and then to Ela again: "But Ela... I so wanted to play with him... are you sure...", she prolonged the last word so cutely and seductively, "... I can't have him for today?"
"No.", Ela said in a tone that allowed no backtalk. "He was supposed to be given to Payal for today, but since you both decided to act like children, he will be given to Iva."
"But...", the exotic beauty wanted to say something but was cut off right away by the woman in leather boots.
"No buts! Be glad you two don't spend the day tied together in the Discipline Chamber... a few hours of orgasm denial while tied to one another would certainly bring you together."
Hearing the promise, Payal shut up, but Sanja purred, seeming to like the idea.
"Mmm... is that a promise?" The blonde turned and winked to the other woman. "What say you, Payal? Feel like being naughty... some more?"
"You are insane!" Payal gasped in disbelief, her elegant face becoming a surprised grimace. "You are completely and utterly crazy!"
"All right, both of you out!", Ela said, chasing both women out of the room, accenting her command with light crack of the whip against her leather boot. "You got work to do..." Then, she turned to me. "... and you have to get to your spot. The mistress assigned to you will come soon, and you will behave, or else..."
"Fuck you, bitch!", I yelled out. "I was kidnapped and raped by some psychotic women, and you expect me to behave?! Well, screw you ten times over!"
The woman sighed.
"Oh, well", she said, "I guess Iva will have to force some discipline into you."
Saying so, the woman left the room, clicking of her heels waning as she went down the corridor and, for a moment, everything went quiet. I was kept there, bound and helpless, many questions brimming in my mind.
What are they going to do to me? What is this place? Who are those women?
All I got as answer was the silence, the very room I was in seeming to mock me.
And then, silently at first, growing louder and louder by the step, I heard a familiar sound: clicking of the high heels against the hard floor of the hallway.
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"You are probably wondering why you are here", the woman leading me on the leash spoke, as we walked to what she called 'my room'. Well, she was walking and I was following her, gagged, led on a leash, naked, with my hands tied behind my head and an electric shocker attached to my manhood. Fear of her activating the device again (after she 'tested' if it works properly while I was bound) made me follow all of her commands to the letter, nicely and obediently.
"Well, you see", she continued her explanation, "as you probably know... since it seems you have it as well, foot fetishism is quite a common thing in the western world right now. Unlike in some cultures, the foot fetishists here are shunned by society, being considered strange... or, if you'd like, perverted. So... someone had an idea to open up a place that caters to this unique, yet common fetish and its often-rich clientele. Here, we provide the needed privacy, understanding, and willing partners for those who wish to indulge in their fetishes, but do not wish to be seen or publically exposed as fetishists... this section caters to female clientele in particular, you lucky boy."
Willing partners for someone with foot-fetish coming from the lines of abducted people, I thought, the woman's words making no sense.
Seeing me give her a puzzled look, the woman's full lips spread into a stunning smile, her perfectly white teeth forming a contrast with the dark-red, almost black lipstick on her lips and her tanned skin. A thought crossed my mind on how beautiful the girl was, with her elegant facial features and long, perfect dark hair. Such elegant type of beauty, perfect for a mistress... as much as this wasn't a perfect time to be thinking such thoughts, I couldn't help but notice that, in the looks department, this dark beauty was just the mistress material I always dreamt about.
"I see you are confused", she said, slowing down a bit. "Listen... you and I are going to spend some time together in a room and...", she winked, "... have some fun. So, tell me, do you like what you see?"
She raised her hands above her head, showing herself to me in full beauty. Her tight dress fell down her beautiful, curved body, finest black silk hugging her big, round breasts, tightening further along her inviting, flat belly to continue down her round, perfectly shaped ass, hugging it and drawing it out, only to split just at the beginning of her thigh and allow the beauty to show her beautiful, smooth legs. My sight trailed down them, my eyes as if drunk by beauty, all the way down to the most perfect set of feet I have ever seen in my life. Tanned like their owner, with elegant toes coloured in dark red and arches neither too high nor low, these feet were even more beautiful than those of most renowned foot models. And the white line of her soles peeking through the soles of her strappy high heels was as seductive as the rest of her foot, making me want to just kneel there and start licking it.
"Mmm... I see you like me", she winked at my erection, which slowly grew the more I looked at her. "Wait until we come into the room. There, we will play a bit."
I didn't understand what she was trying to say. I was guessing those rooms were where the clientele of this perverted (though, that might not be the best word to use, since I always had a major foot fetish as well) establishment would spend time with the 'employees'... people like me. I had no idea how wrong I was.
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When we entered the room Iva led me into, I was greeted with a surprising sight. First of all, I wasn't the only one here (well, aside from Iva): there was a beautiful, brown haired girl restrained on the soft floor, her hands tied high above her head, her gorgeous pale body naked, there for me to see, outstretched all the way so to leave her whole body vulnerable for whoever wanted to touch it... all of it, except her feet, which ended up in the wall. Or no... it wasn't the wall... they were stocks of some kind, I could see, as the same set of restraints was waiting on the other side for me: a pair of leather cuffs and stocks in the wall.
Seeing us enter, the girl gave us a meek, broken look. Unlike me, she wasn't gagged... there didn't seem to be any need for it.
"Mistress Iva...", the girl called out to the beautiful dominatrix.
"Hello, Maja", Iva greeted back. "Ready for some fun today?"
Maja nodded obediently, arching her back to put her small, perky breasts on display, probably her sign of approval. The darker girl smiled, leading me to the stocks and placing me in restraints. I had some doubts about this, but all it took was for Iva to hold her finger on the button in a silent threat, and I practically placed myself in the restraints, leaving Iva to adjust them and finally move that damn shocker away, so I was comfortably stretched out on the cushy floor, testing out the restraints.
Of course, I was powerless, my naked body completely exposed. I shuddered, feeling helpless, wiggling my toes in stocks that led who knows where. What were they planning to do to me? Why isolate my feet? Suddenly, I felt terribly scared, thinking of all the torture devices they could use on me.
"Oh, don't worry... relax", Iva said, noting the scared, desperate look I gave her, "the clients cannot harm your feet in any way... that is one of the rules here." She smiled, giving me a soothing kiss on the forehead. "You see, your feet are peeking in the room which is next to this one... of course, of modified height, so the clients can reach them more easily, and isolated, so you can't see them, and they don't have to listen and see what's going on in here... they aren't interested in anything but feet, and that's what we give them. They rent a room, and can do whatever they wish to your feet during that time... as long as they don't harm you in any way... other than some light foot whipping, but you can handle that, can't you, big boy?" Iva winked.
"Mmmmmppphhhh!!!", I protested through the gag, not liking the fact that someone could be whipping my feet for hours. In the other room, my toes curled and one foot attempted to cover the other, trying to protect it from imaginary beating. Silly attempt, I knew, as if someone was really wielding a whip on the other side, I would be screaming in pain right now, helpless to do anything at all. No matter what anyone would wish to do to my feet, they were helpless... and I wouldn't even be able to see it coming. Besides, the stocks were designed so that my feet are just out of reach one from the other.
"Meanwhile...", Iva continued, "... it is our job here to force you to like it all, and to supervise you. You see, some rooms work for shorter time, and allow the people who rented them take you in their private play-rooms, where they can do whatever they wish with you... again, they can't harm you. There, they must see you loving it when they play with your feet in whatever way they wish. Also, loving having your feet played with makes you less likely to try and run, and we do guarantee our visitors that the owners of the feet love getting their feet touched. That is where I come in for you. I need to make you like all of this."
With those words leaving her lips, Iva stood up and took off her dress, her body, now completely naked, revealing itself in all its glory. The only piece of clothing she had right now were her sexy high heels. To be honest, as horny I was for seeing those seductive lines and curves reveal themselves to my eyes, I was getting more and more confused by the moment. What the hell did she mean by 'making me like this'?
"Are you familiar with reflexes?", Iva asked seductively, laying next to me, her naked dark form tightly hugging me. I let out a few muffled sounds. "See... I am here to provide you pleasure whenever someone even so touches your feet. Mmm...", she purred coyly, "... you know what that means, don't you, big boy? Slowly, you are going to have more and more erotic reactions to someone touching your feet."
Hearing her say this, I figured it would not be such a great change after all. However, I certainly had a lot to say on the matter of being trained like some circus animal.
"MMMPPPHHHH!!!", I tried to curse desperately but, of course, it was in vain, as were my meek, pathetic struggles. Iva smiled at it all, giving my nipple a quick brush with her long, manicured dark nail, causing me to twitch and twist behind the gag, too well aware of the reaction my manhood was having.
"Mistress...", I heard Maja faintly call out from the other side of the room, desperate for attention. Both Iva and I looked at her: she was already getting wet from just being in the bonds.
"Oh, sorry, Maja, but today I need to cater to the newbie", Iva smiled compassionately. "However, if you will be a good girl today, I will play with you in my private quarters tonight. All right?"
The girl smiled fondly and sighed. It was visible she was excited about spending the night with the beautiful Iva. After all, who wouldn't? Hell, all the women in this institution, Maja included, were extremely beautiful.
And then, I felt something sharp flick up my bare sole in the other room, making me shudder immediately, the surprise making me even more vulnerable to the sudden feeling. The sensation continued slowly, the new visitor of my feet continuing to caress slowly up and down my sole. I tried to move my foot away, to drive the assailant off by flailing my sole around, curling my toes to at least protect them a bit. However, that just got the tops of my curled toes attacked, as they were open to assault now. Unable to do anything but flail my foot and toes around and take the touch, I started to laugh behind the gag.
Anyways, do you guys think I should continue writing it, or scrap it and write something else?
Anyways, here is the story...
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The Institution
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Unnghh... my head.
Those were the first thoughts I had as I woke up and... looked around? No... I found that, besides having a sore head, I also couldn't look around, due to a blindfold over my eyes. I tried saying something as well, but a ball in my mouth prevented me from doing so.
"Mmmpphhh!", I tried saying something, yelling for someone, not sure what to yell for. Of course, I was tied... my whole forearms tied together behind my back and my ankles anchored to something firm I couldn't see.
Suddenly, I heard a feminine voice coming from somewhere close... close, and above me. "Finally... he's awake. I was beginning to get weary of waiting, you know?"
I tried to say something, but of course, failed, as the gag turned my words into incomprehensible blabber, making articulation impossible.
"He is ready for inspection, milady", a sly male voice replied, creeping under my skin, making me shiver in disgust. "As you will see, he is a perfect specimen for your... institution... one might say it is almost as this kidnapping is his dreams come true."
What the hell was this man talking about, a thought thundered in my head. "Mmmmmppphhh!!!"
Of course, my 'protests' were in vain.
The lady then spoke again, her elegant voice gracing the room, her words filling me with dread: "We'll have to check that. Ela... Iva... Sanja... would you be so kind?"
As soon as the woman said those words, I felt several analytic touches upon me: one on each sole, one on each wrist, and one on each side of my waist. I could feel their long nails starting to probe and explore my body, all over, making me squirm and, no matter how hard I tried to fight it, let out muffled giggles, the ticklish sensations slowly starting to sink in along with the fact that not only was I helpless, but also stripped down to my underpants. And, for some reason, these girls were abusing the fact by tickling me.
Their touches were probing, analytic, as if they were studying my body, mapping out my ticklish spots. From the satisfied giggles they were producing, I knew they found my ticklishness amusing and enjoyed their work. The problem was... I was enjoying them as well, which was slowly starting to show.
"Houston, we have a lift-off", the elegant alt resounded in my ears teasingly, and I felt a woman's hand shamelessly take my underpants off, lightly tickling my balls and stroke up my hardened shaft, drawing even more giggles from me, teasing and taunting the fact I got so hard so fast. I could feel my cheeks blush in embarrassment.
"Oh my... ticklish all over, and loving it", the woman continued in delight, leaving me to her henchwomen to play with, which they continued to do, each of them picking the spot they saw draw the best reactions out of me. "Hmm... he is built well... feet in great condition... rather large shaft... I'm definitely taking him."
Being that my laughter and curses were muffled by the gag, I could hear silent giggles and hums of approval from the other girls and the merchant's satisfied cackling.
The woman then told the girls: "Well, girls, I'm off to discuss price and other formalities. In the meantime, you can play with him, until he passes out... or asks you to stop."
The three girls laughed evilly, taunting my predicament, proceeding to tickle me. In the background, through my muffled laughter, I could hear the clicking of woman's heels becoming more and more distant.
"Have fun, girls", she said, slamming the door, a final, evil sound sealing my fate. I shuddered as tickling stopped for a brief moment, catching a bit of breath.
"And now, you're all ours...", one of the girls said, her voice filled with glee.
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"... told me he was a student at a prestigious college and did a lot of exercising in spare time..."
Ungghh...
"I also heard that the old man did some research on his tastes, and found him liking tickling... that is one of the reasons he offered him to us first."
I groaned, slowly opening my eyes, regaining consciousness.
"Yeah... luckily, the guy was a loner, so finding a time when he was alone was rather easy..."
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the abundant light in the room, I saw two women talking to each other. I knew from their words that they were talking about me.
One of them saw me come to, so she smiled and elegantly approached me.
"Finally awake", she pressed her soft, full lips against my ear, whispering. I could feel the warmth of her beautiful, naked torso pressed against mine as she teasingly stroked my nipple: "I was starting to think we went a bit too hard on you back then."
"I-Iva?", I asked in confusion, looking at her beautiful blonde hair, holding back giggles as she continued to tease my sensitive nipple.
"Close enough...", she smiled seductively. "I am Sanja... remember me? Or rather... ", she slowly raised her beautiful, round breasts to my eye level, "...remember these?"
So... it was she who massaged my cock with her breasts while sucking on it. Now, looking at them, I could see why I enjoyed it so much back then... they have been of perfect, medium size and perfectly round, with two small nipples... oh God, what was I thinking? Here I was, completely immobilized on some weird kind of table, and all I could think of how good it felt to get an exquisite blowjob.
"How could I forget?" My reply was filled with sharp sarcasm.
Sanja just smiled and planted a soft kiss on my face, her hand slowly going down my belly. "Mmm... you are perfect for this institution."
Slowly, she took my hard manhood in her hand and gave it a few strokes, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"What... what kind of institution?", I asked, curious as to what those women had in store for me. I was confused and scared, but somehow, I managed to keep my cool. Panicking will certainly do me no good, I knew.
Sanja winked coquettishly, sitting on the frame next to me and slowly teasing my manhood with her pointing finger, slowly circling it around the tip. "You'll find out... sooner than you think."
I moaned and shivered in response, looking at Sanja's beautiful topless body. My sight did go lower, down her tight jeans which hid her naked skin but still clearly outlined the seductive line of her round ass and long, slender legs, all the way down to a pair of sexy high-arched, slightly tanned feet with perfect pedicure and a very suiting red toenail polish. For a moment, I found myself lost staring into them, the pleasure from the slow cock-teasing only increasing my desire for those astounding feet.
"Ooh... so it's true you like feet", Sanja noticed where I was looking at and winked at me, her finger running down my shaft, her hand gently massaging my balls. I moaned, but quickly looked away, blushing for being found out so easily. "Don't worry... around here, that's good."
"Mmm... so, that's how you do it here?", a teasing voice came from the other side of the room. The other lady... I had completely forgotten about her in all this confusion.
"Oh, Payal", Sanja smiled, moving her sight away from my manhood, where it was directed at most of the time, "feel free to join at any time... maybe learn a thing or two."
"Learn?", the other woman approached the table, a deadly smile on her darker face. "Oh, dear, dear Sanja... I believe the one that has to 'learn' is you."
And with those words spoken out, I felt a sharp fingernail touch my heel ever-so-gently, slowly carrying that light, maddening touch up to my arch and across it, then up to the balls of my foot and up them to my big toe. I giggled helplessly and no matter how my foot tried to escape, twitch, or flail around, the hand would follow it, as if it were glued to my skin, the intensity or the tempo of the touch never changing, remaining light... slow... teasing.
"*giggle* ... fucking stop that!", I shouted out, my attempts to hold in the giggles failing miserably.
"A slow, light touch is all it takes", Payal continued the subtle caress of my foot, her other elegant hand playing with a lock of her beautiful dark hair. In terms of length, it was shorter than Sanja's long mane, which fell to the middle of her back, reaching only to just below the Indian woman's shoulders. However, one could clearly see that both women tended perfectly to them, and fitted them to suit and complement their looks, so in terms of beauty, it was a tie. "Just tease them like this... for hours... maybe even days. So long time... and such gentle touches... in the end, they become addicted to it. They start craving for more and more, the touches feeling better and better until they ultimately surrender to me and cum so beautifully, so intensely. Every last one of them begs me to touch them more in the end."
"Mmm... so scary." Sanja smirked, teasingly. "I prefer making them cum over and over... and watch them grow more and more sensitive with each orgasm." Then, she turned to me: "And you certainly knew how to appreciate it, didn't you, big boy? Remember how hard... and how much... you came into my mouth?"
"Yes... that is probably why you walk around naked all the time." Still teasing me with the light touch, making me already see just how effective her philosophy can be, Payal gave blonde a viper-like look. "The touch alone probably isn't enough for you, blondie."
"Oh no... it's because I have something to show", Sanja replied as-a-matter-of-factly, her eyes pointing at the dark-skinned beauty's tight brassiere, which hid a shapely pair of breasts, just a bit smaller than Sanja's.
"Why you..."
"ENOUGH!"
A sharp shout stopped both women in their tracks just as they were about to kill each other. All three of us looked at the source of the voice: a drop-dead gorgeous dark-haired woman in leather boots with high heels and wearing a tight latex outfit.
"Ela...", Sanja whispered softly.
"Sanja, not a word from you! Have you forgotten what your task was?" Ela's voice was sharp and commanding, just like her holding and facial features: a proud expression accented with a bit of dark-red lipstick on her full lips, the mascara accenting the beautiful blue eyes, and her natural tan finishing up the dominant look.
Sanja suddenly became coquettish again, licking her lips as she made a final circle on my cock. "I don't know... maybe I have. Maybe I've been a bad, bad girl who needs to be punished."
She winked.
"Maybe you need to spend a day or two as an exhibit", Ela remarked.
"Ooh, wow...", Sanja smiled at the thought. "Only if you promise to rent my room."
All right... what the hell were they talking about? Exhibits? Rooms?
"Um... excuse me... but what the hell are you talking about?!", I asked, clearly annoyed to be kept in the dark.
"Oooh... you'll see", Sanja smiled in response, looking back to me, and then to Ela again: "But Ela... I so wanted to play with him... are you sure...", she prolonged the last word so cutely and seductively, "... I can't have him for today?"
"No.", Ela said in a tone that allowed no backtalk. "He was supposed to be given to Payal for today, but since you both decided to act like children, he will be given to Iva."
"But...", the exotic beauty wanted to say something but was cut off right away by the woman in leather boots.
"No buts! Be glad you two don't spend the day tied together in the Discipline Chamber... a few hours of orgasm denial while tied to one another would certainly bring you together."
Hearing the promise, Payal shut up, but Sanja purred, seeming to like the idea.
"Mmm... is that a promise?" The blonde turned and winked to the other woman. "What say you, Payal? Feel like being naughty... some more?"
"You are insane!" Payal gasped in disbelief, her elegant face becoming a surprised grimace. "You are completely and utterly crazy!"
"All right, both of you out!", Ela said, chasing both women out of the room, accenting her command with light crack of the whip against her leather boot. "You got work to do..." Then, she turned to me. "... and you have to get to your spot. The mistress assigned to you will come soon, and you will behave, or else..."
"Fuck you, bitch!", I yelled out. "I was kidnapped and raped by some psychotic women, and you expect me to behave?! Well, screw you ten times over!"
The woman sighed.
"Oh, well", she said, "I guess Iva will have to force some discipline into you."
Saying so, the woman left the room, clicking of her heels waning as she went down the corridor and, for a moment, everything went quiet. I was kept there, bound and helpless, many questions brimming in my mind.
What are they going to do to me? What is this place? Who are those women?
All I got as answer was the silence, the very room I was in seeming to mock me.
And then, silently at first, growing louder and louder by the step, I heard a familiar sound: clicking of the high heels against the hard floor of the hallway.
* * *
"You are probably wondering why you are here", the woman leading me on the leash spoke, as we walked to what she called 'my room'. Well, she was walking and I was following her, gagged, led on a leash, naked, with my hands tied behind my head and an electric shocker attached to my manhood. Fear of her activating the device again (after she 'tested' if it works properly while I was bound) made me follow all of her commands to the letter, nicely and obediently.
"Well, you see", she continued her explanation, "as you probably know... since it seems you have it as well, foot fetishism is quite a common thing in the western world right now. Unlike in some cultures, the foot fetishists here are shunned by society, being considered strange... or, if you'd like, perverted. So... someone had an idea to open up a place that caters to this unique, yet common fetish and its often-rich clientele. Here, we provide the needed privacy, understanding, and willing partners for those who wish to indulge in their fetishes, but do not wish to be seen or publically exposed as fetishists... this section caters to female clientele in particular, you lucky boy."
Willing partners for someone with foot-fetish coming from the lines of abducted people, I thought, the woman's words making no sense.
Seeing me give her a puzzled look, the woman's full lips spread into a stunning smile, her perfectly white teeth forming a contrast with the dark-red, almost black lipstick on her lips and her tanned skin. A thought crossed my mind on how beautiful the girl was, with her elegant facial features and long, perfect dark hair. Such elegant type of beauty, perfect for a mistress... as much as this wasn't a perfect time to be thinking such thoughts, I couldn't help but notice that, in the looks department, this dark beauty was just the mistress material I always dreamt about.
"I see you are confused", she said, slowing down a bit. "Listen... you and I are going to spend some time together in a room and...", she winked, "... have some fun. So, tell me, do you like what you see?"
She raised her hands above her head, showing herself to me in full beauty. Her tight dress fell down her beautiful, curved body, finest black silk hugging her big, round breasts, tightening further along her inviting, flat belly to continue down her round, perfectly shaped ass, hugging it and drawing it out, only to split just at the beginning of her thigh and allow the beauty to show her beautiful, smooth legs. My sight trailed down them, my eyes as if drunk by beauty, all the way down to the most perfect set of feet I have ever seen in my life. Tanned like their owner, with elegant toes coloured in dark red and arches neither too high nor low, these feet were even more beautiful than those of most renowned foot models. And the white line of her soles peeking through the soles of her strappy high heels was as seductive as the rest of her foot, making me want to just kneel there and start licking it.
"Mmm... I see you like me", she winked at my erection, which slowly grew the more I looked at her. "Wait until we come into the room. There, we will play a bit."
I didn't understand what she was trying to say. I was guessing those rooms were where the clientele of this perverted (though, that might not be the best word to use, since I always had a major foot fetish as well) establishment would spend time with the 'employees'... people like me. I had no idea how wrong I was.
* * *
When we entered the room Iva led me into, I was greeted with a surprising sight. First of all, I wasn't the only one here (well, aside from Iva): there was a beautiful, brown haired girl restrained on the soft floor, her hands tied high above her head, her gorgeous pale body naked, there for me to see, outstretched all the way so to leave her whole body vulnerable for whoever wanted to touch it... all of it, except her feet, which ended up in the wall. Or no... it wasn't the wall... they were stocks of some kind, I could see, as the same set of restraints was waiting on the other side for me: a pair of leather cuffs and stocks in the wall.
Seeing us enter, the girl gave us a meek, broken look. Unlike me, she wasn't gagged... there didn't seem to be any need for it.
"Mistress Iva...", the girl called out to the beautiful dominatrix.
"Hello, Maja", Iva greeted back. "Ready for some fun today?"
Maja nodded obediently, arching her back to put her small, perky breasts on display, probably her sign of approval. The darker girl smiled, leading me to the stocks and placing me in restraints. I had some doubts about this, but all it took was for Iva to hold her finger on the button in a silent threat, and I practically placed myself in the restraints, leaving Iva to adjust them and finally move that damn shocker away, so I was comfortably stretched out on the cushy floor, testing out the restraints.
Of course, I was powerless, my naked body completely exposed. I shuddered, feeling helpless, wiggling my toes in stocks that led who knows where. What were they planning to do to me? Why isolate my feet? Suddenly, I felt terribly scared, thinking of all the torture devices they could use on me.
"Oh, don't worry... relax", Iva said, noting the scared, desperate look I gave her, "the clients cannot harm your feet in any way... that is one of the rules here." She smiled, giving me a soothing kiss on the forehead. "You see, your feet are peeking in the room which is next to this one... of course, of modified height, so the clients can reach them more easily, and isolated, so you can't see them, and they don't have to listen and see what's going on in here... they aren't interested in anything but feet, and that's what we give them. They rent a room, and can do whatever they wish to your feet during that time... as long as they don't harm you in any way... other than some light foot whipping, but you can handle that, can't you, big boy?" Iva winked.
"Mmmmmppphhhh!!!", I protested through the gag, not liking the fact that someone could be whipping my feet for hours. In the other room, my toes curled and one foot attempted to cover the other, trying to protect it from imaginary beating. Silly attempt, I knew, as if someone was really wielding a whip on the other side, I would be screaming in pain right now, helpless to do anything at all. No matter what anyone would wish to do to my feet, they were helpless... and I wouldn't even be able to see it coming. Besides, the stocks were designed so that my feet are just out of reach one from the other.
"Meanwhile...", Iva continued, "... it is our job here to force you to like it all, and to supervise you. You see, some rooms work for shorter time, and allow the people who rented them take you in their private play-rooms, where they can do whatever they wish with you... again, they can't harm you. There, they must see you loving it when they play with your feet in whatever way they wish. Also, loving having your feet played with makes you less likely to try and run, and we do guarantee our visitors that the owners of the feet love getting their feet touched. That is where I come in for you. I need to make you like all of this."
With those words leaving her lips, Iva stood up and took off her dress, her body, now completely naked, revealing itself in all its glory. The only piece of clothing she had right now were her sexy high heels. To be honest, as horny I was for seeing those seductive lines and curves reveal themselves to my eyes, I was getting more and more confused by the moment. What the hell did she mean by 'making me like this'?
"Are you familiar with reflexes?", Iva asked seductively, laying next to me, her naked dark form tightly hugging me. I let out a few muffled sounds. "See... I am here to provide you pleasure whenever someone even so touches your feet. Mmm...", she purred coyly, "... you know what that means, don't you, big boy? Slowly, you are going to have more and more erotic reactions to someone touching your feet."
Hearing her say this, I figured it would not be such a great change after all. However, I certainly had a lot to say on the matter of being trained like some circus animal.
"MMMPPPHHHH!!!", I tried to curse desperately but, of course, it was in vain, as were my meek, pathetic struggles. Iva smiled at it all, giving my nipple a quick brush with her long, manicured dark nail, causing me to twitch and twist behind the gag, too well aware of the reaction my manhood was having.
"Mistress...", I heard Maja faintly call out from the other side of the room, desperate for attention. Both Iva and I looked at her: she was already getting wet from just being in the bonds.
"Oh, sorry, Maja, but today I need to cater to the newbie", Iva smiled compassionately. "However, if you will be a good girl today, I will play with you in my private quarters tonight. All right?"
The girl smiled fondly and sighed. It was visible she was excited about spending the night with the beautiful Iva. After all, who wouldn't? Hell, all the women in this institution, Maja included, were extremely beautiful.
And then, I felt something sharp flick up my bare sole in the other room, making me shudder immediately, the surprise making me even more vulnerable to the sudden feeling. The sensation continued slowly, the new visitor of my feet continuing to caress slowly up and down my sole. I tried to move my foot away, to drive the assailant off by flailing my sole around, curling my toes to at least protect them a bit. However, that just got the tops of my curled toes attacked, as they were open to assault now. Unable to do anything but flail my foot and toes around and take the touch, I started to laugh behind the gag.
TO BE CONTINUED?
