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Half an hour to midnight. The quarter moon would soon bend its light past the
blue clouds outside and she would be left in silver darkness until dawn. Tied
and gagged and fastened in place to her bed.
The breeze had left her room. Moved on to cool the grounds and garden outside
her window and once her heart had soothed she could hear nothing but the song
of rage in her as it simmered to flashpoint.
Four hours and eight minutes she had been left alone like this. The ropes had
not come loose despite all of her struggles.
She raised her
its limit. The
bare feet left
head from her pillow again as much as she could to inspect her
scowled. The duvet had been pulled and stretched around her to
material sheathing her from her collarbones to her ankles. Her
The rage in her crashed and rumbled. Teeth biting down hard and snarling into
the soft mass of bandannas stuffed and crammed in her jaws. Tape pulled tight
all over her lips to hold it all in. Her mouth sealed shut. Her cheeks puffed
up but she managed a growl of anger.
Her niece and her friend had admitted that her capture had required months of
outlining and preparation to get right and the plan had all been for just one
To strip her feet bare.
It had all started as a “harmless” game. The girls had talked her into it and
so she sat smiling as she let the girls twist her arms behind her back as far
up as possible. Both wrists bound tight.
Then more rope crossed around her chest. Her arms secured in place. The girls
even tied her legs up. The rope fastened above and below her knees. The ropes
tied over and around both of her ankles.
The girls helped her into bed.
The girls rolled her up tight.
The girls had reinforced her cocoon with more ropes. The ropes all pulled and
stretched and fastened about her arms and chest and both legs. Her ankles and
She remembered being rolled facedown. Deep groans of protest as the girls had
pulled on her ropes until she gasped. Then rolled her onto her back again and
her niece and her friend used more rope to fasten her down to the bed to make
it impossible for her to move.
The additional ropes crisscrossed all around her cocoon and double-knots tied
out of reach to the bed frame.
Do you remember, her little niece had asked.
That I wanted to tickle you?
And the cold panic had seized her. Playful squirming had become struggling in
her bondage with all her strength. Thrashing up and down and straining at her
NO. NO. PLEASE. DON’T DO THIS.
But her niece had just smiled.
Her mouth was packed full with bandannas. Long strip of tape stretched across
Her niece removed her shoes.
Her niece removed her socks.
Her niece and her friend sat at the edge of the bed admiring her bare feet in
silence. The soles of her feet exposed and red toes glittering in the streams
Well? Her niece had asked her friend. Lips coiled in a smile.
You were right. Her friend said. Marveling.
Her feet are BEAUTIFUL.
Let’s tickle her.
Her muffled howls and high pitched screeches of laughter pulled from her soul
and she had cried and roared and bawled miserable as her niece and her friend
tickled her feet.
That was four hours and nine minutes ago...
Her bedroom had fallen quiet but for her own hard pulse. The anger had boiled
and seethed and she let her head fall back against her soft pillow and closed
She counted one
and three and held her breath. Hands behind her back balled up in
fists. Her muscles bulged. Tendons strained and rippled and her pulse pumping
quick. Her muscles surged.
She lifted her head once more but still did not breathe and she began to pull
and strain and push and brawl as hard as she could. Her head shaking about in
Tongue pushed against the damp scarves bloating her cheeks. Face flushed pink
and she let rip a primal animal growl. Her long shape hardened as she bounced
and thrashed as if possessed.
If she could just reach the knots around her hands. If she could just wriggle
The sound of ropes in dark
The sound of muffled moans and cries of effort
The sound of her panicked struggling
The sound of her duvet
The sound of her small feet digging deep into the bedsheets as she pushed and
The sound of her putting up the fight of her life as she let out a scream and
groaned and snarled in anger. Her spine arching into sharp angles. Her cocoon
rustled and twisted as she slammed up and down. More cries and screaming in a
rage as she brawled
The sound of her screaming her lungs out as she felt a shock of lighting kiss
the soles of her bare feet.
She stopped struggling and squinted. The shape of her niece stood right above
Hi, Aunt Hillary.
Her determination shattered. Hopeless moan from her gagged lips as she bawled
and she squirmed.
Fear. Distress and conquest. The girls had made it a point to restrain
she could not budge an inch. Her niece had promised to set her free at
But she had also once made a promise to capture her and letting her go
Her niece had promised her this would happen. Hillary had agreed to watch her
for weeks and it seemed no big deal as she lived near but she soon discovered
her niece had a thing for tickling.
Her niece had tried all she could think of to get her shoes off...
Mom said no shoes inside
Mom said no socks inside
Aren’t you hot? You should get more comfortable
Let’s go swimming
Her niece just snatched her ankles one afternoon and tickled her feet but she
got out of her hold and was bigger and stronger.
Look, Hillary had told her at last.
I can’t STAND being tickled at all. Not one bit.
Not even a liiiiittle?
How about just your toes? Nothing else. I swear.
ESPECIALLY NOT MY FEET.
And as a matter of fact I’m never going to take my socks off ever again while
I’m with you.
You heard me, Samantha.
I AM getting those off.
I’m not sure. But I’m getting those off.
I’m not sure. I’m sure I can think of something. I’ll tie you up if I have to
Tight and stuff.
Then guess what?
And she remembered the look in her eyes.
Hi, Aunt Hillary.
Her little niece moved soft as a silhouette in the dark. The moon had shifted
behind a cloud outside. The room black and silent but for her own fast racing
The sound like hammers in her head as her niece stepped closer and reached to
inspect her restraints.
Did anything get loose?
But just to be safe, her niece explained, she had looked around her house and
had gathered some additional precautions.
Her niece held up a fistful of leather belts and climbed up onto the bed with
her. This is just so you can’t get loose.
The bigger and stronger and older girl panicked. Thrashing and roaring in all
her horror but she could do nothing but watch as her niece tightened one belt
all around her cocoon.
Dark glare flashing. Feral growling and snarling as her niece fastened up the
rest of her. Pulled all of the belts hard as she could until she wheezed loud
and coughed. Firm belts looped about her chest and arms. More belts about her
legs. Her cocoon restrained and she cried out in defeat.
LEG UM GUF!
LEG UM GUF. PLEEEEEGF!
Tape was peeling. The piles of bandannas spilling loose.
Her niece reached down and pulled at one side. Mound of wet scarves dribbling
out and she still could not pronounce all of her words but at least she could
speak just a bit.
LET ME GO!!!!!!!!
LET ME GO. PLEASE SAMANTHA. I’VE HAD ENOUGH. I CAN’T MOVE!!!! I CAN’T MOVE AT
That’s the point.
And Hillary lost it. Lost control and she held her breath. Face blushing pink
and she fought hard.
Her long restrained shape recoiled. Thundered up and down. Left to right like
a bad storm. Pulled and strained and kicked. Her feet flexed and toes wiggled
LET ME GO. UNTIE ME. LET ME OUT OF THIS.
Her voice creased like paper in her throat as she strained and battled all of
UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW LET ME GO UNSTRAP ME.
Teeth snarled and grinding. Lips curled and her cries squeezed out of the gap
in her gag. Her eyes crushed and closed and her shape slamming up and down in
Until she let out a half-muffled screech of laughter and looked up to see her
niece had moved.
Her little shadow standing by the edge of the bed beneath her. Fingers grazed
all across the velvet edges of her toes.
NO TICKLING PLEASE. SAMANTHA PLEASE. NOT AGAIN. I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE. THIS
I’M TIED DOWN. I CAN’T MOVE. PLEASE.
How about just this foot?
How about just your toes?
NO PLEASE. NOT MY FEET. NOT MY TOES. NOT ANYTHING.
Samantha smiled and asked if she would calm.
I’m sure, so please just let me out of this.
Do you remember what I promised? Like, aaages ago?
That promise I made.
What was it?
And Hillary crumpled her face up. The ropes cutting into her as she struggled
but shouted out loud and groaned in obedience as she had her toes tickled all
You going to behave?
Her niece pulled her hands from her toes and loomed above her. Thin shape and
face hidden in nightfall.
Hillary opened her mouth. The scarves still pouring out. Her voice cracked as
if made of brittle glass.
She let out another squeal of torment as she felt a finger trace a pattern up
the arc of her left foot.
Do you remember or don’t you?
YOU SAID YOU WOULD TIE ME UP.
YOU SAID YOU WOULD TAKE OFF MY SHOES AND SOCKS.
AND GET ME BAREFOOT.
Tone of her voice rumbling. The anger rising and she growled. Lips curled and
AND NOTHING. YOU WIN. YOU TRICKED ME. YOU TIED ME UP. YOU GOT ME IN BARE FEET
AND YOU WIN. YOU WIN. YOU TICKLED MY FEET FOR HOURS!!
Samantha giggled. Big grin spreading as she pushed back on Hillary’s toes and
breathed on them.
Hillary squealed. PLEASE. PLEEEASE NO MORE TICKLLING.
New rules, Aunt Hill.
New rules. For when you watch me.
But Samantha just laughed. Tickled and scratched at the exposed bare soles of
her feet and made her cry.
Time splintering into long and jagged moments of hollering in laughter. Muted
roar and cries.
Her laughter splashed all across her room. Her niece proved relentless. Light
and figure eight patterns across her feet.
Down along the outside curve of each foot. Her arches. Deep scratching. Lines
down along the balls of each bare little foot. Tickled her rounded heels. The
soft lines and sides of each bare little sole.
Tickled her toes.
Bottoms of her toes and the base of each foot.
Tickled her heel.
Her other soft rounded exposed heel.
Then scratched hard until her cousin had screeched herself into oblivion. Her
weak moans and screaming like an injured bird.
Ten minutes. Two hours. Hillary wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Her mind had
Through all of her own screams of laughter she still registered a list of new
Her niece repeating her instructions over and over again in firm monotones so
her rules would settle.
It had felt like hours.
The torture stopped at last. Hillary gasped and sobbed. Her niece checked all
I’m just making sure nothing has come loose.
Hillary just nodded. Tears streaking down her face and catching faint streams
Little moan as she felt her belts tightened.
You sure? Her niece teased.
Now, what are the new rules for when you come over?
Her voice cracked all over again. Like something inside of her now had broken
and she had accepted being tamed.
Her eyes flickered as she spoke in a whisper:
No shoes when she comes over
Be more specific. Her niece warned. Hand hovering just above the soles of her
feet beneath her.
If I’m here, watching you, Hillary whimpered, I’m not allowed shoes. I remove
them at the door.
If I’m here, I’m barefoot.
No exceptions, no excuses.
And she raised her head just a little off her pillow. Her mouth still flowing
What if we go out?
For ice cream or whatever.
You gonna put on shoes or what?
YOU SAID I’M ONLY ALLOWED TO BE IN FLIP FLOPS SO YOU STILL GET TO PLAY AROUND
WITH MY BARE FEET.
You wanna be tickled again?
Be more specific.
The rage in her had been aroused from exhaustion. Her niece was still a child
but held so much control and she was still bound.
Her voice was a growl. Lashing out in anger but she made sure to keep it down
and hold onto control.
If I’m here, she snarled. The shoes and socks come off first. I take them off
at the door.
You promise? Her niece asked.
You will get me in bare feet. I promise.
I’m allowed flip flops.
Her aunt clenched her teeth and growled from her gut. Her shape squirmed just
Because flip flops aren’t difficult to get off of me.
AND YOU STILL GET TO PLAY WITH MY BARE FEET AND TOES.
And what if we’re like, outside, and I want them off?
Her aunt chewed her lips in rage. Mouth still gushing colors as the bandannas
all came falling in damp streams.
If you ask me, she grumbled, the flip flops come off.
What if we like, just sitting in the car at the mall?
Her niece seemed amused at her command over her aunt. Her fingers pushed at a
Her aunt held her breath. Held in a gasp. The anger at her humiliation burned
and scorched into a glare as she groaned.
if we’re in the car? Her niece said.
if we’re sitting on one of those mall benches after shopping?
if we’re in a theater watching some stupid movie?
Her niece giggled. High and cheerful like a chime of church bells. Fingers in
her aunt’s arches.
And what about the big thing? She smiled.
Her aunt grumbled.
And her aunt just seethed in silence. The anger coursing in her blood fast as
a train. The tone in her promise forced out of her and mixed in rage and cold
Her aunt breathed deep.
I’ll let you tie me up.
You can call all your friends over. Enough to hold me down if you don’t trust
me. Tie me up as tight as possible.
And gag me.
And you get to tickle my bare feet.