Author’s note: So, it's been nearly 6 months since the last part. I thought I knew where I was going with this but it just kept getting bigger and bigger and I just went with the flow of the story. Well, at least that means I know what to do next :) Also, in the previous part I describe Sofia as having "chocolate eyes" like her daughter, but Emma has green eyes. Oops. All characters depicted are at least 18 years old.
A small ray of light shining through the dark curtains hit Michael Tanner’s eyelids and forced him out of his slumber. The young man stretched his neck and back, but did so gently as to not disturb his companions. Both were still fast asleep. He lifted his head and looked at them. On his left, Terry Carmichael was facing outside the bed while tightly hugging her pillow, digging her long pink nails into it. Her face was hidden behind her untamed mane of hair. Her right leg was stretched outside the bed. Her pale and pointy toes were peaking out the blanket. Mike could feel the warm sole of her left foot against his calf.
On his right, Emma Delgado looked like an angel. She was on her back, peacefully breathing in and out. Her large, heart-shaped face was right next to Mike’s toes. He lightly scrunched them, allowing his big toe to lightly caress her pulpy upper lip. The young woman drew a slow breath and Mike saw the hint of a smile. His gaze followed her still, curvaceous form down to her gorgeous pair of thick and meaty feet. Her right foot was but a couple of inches away from his face. It was emanating a nice fruity smell from the lotion she applied daily. The dark haired teen felt the urge to kiss it, but it was impossible. A long, smooth strip of black tape still encircled his head, trapping his eager lips behind it. However, he did not lay into despair; he calmly put his nose under her toes (the tip of it touching the soft skin) and inhaled the sweet aroma.
A couple of months prior, if anyone had asked Mike if he believed in miracles, he would have answered with a resounding “no”. Emma’s size 11 feet made him reconsider that notion. The only way feet this soft, this sensitive, this aromatic could exist is by some miracle, or maybe Emma was just the world’s foremost expert in foot care. Either way, Mike felt like the luckiest man alive.
He heard a faint creaking noise on his left and turned his head towards it. The elongated form of Sofia, Emma’s mother, was visible. Seeing him awake, she stealthily entered the room. The tall woman was into a very casual attire of grey sweatpants and tank top. Her long black hair made up in a tight bun. As required in the Delgado household, her feet were bare, allowing Mike to admire them. The amazon walked to him and crouched next to him, just like the previous night. Her full lips next to his hear, her middle finger grazing the collarbone of his bare chest, she whispered with her usual presence.
- Good morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?
He nodded.
- Great. It’s only 8 am. If you want to go back to sleep for a bit, I will understand. However, if you are well-rested, I wouldn’t mind some company. To answer me, blink once for more sleep and twice to come with me.
Although Mike would not mind spending more time with Emma’s feet until she woke up, he felt like he could not pass the opportunity to get to know her mother better. He blinked twice.
- Thank you.
As she helped him to sit up, the young man scratched his itchy nose with his leather-cuffed hands. Then to the young man’s surprise, she lifted him up as if he were a bride. The olive skinned beauty stifled a groan as to not wake up the girls and exited the room. Mike looked at her with admiration, for while he was not exactly the biggest guy around, he still weigh about 150 pounds. He was careful not to move around as to not make it more difficult for her. She carried him through the kitchen to the dining table and sat him down in a chair that was conveniently facing them. She gently sat him down and took hold of his ankles.
- Do you mind if I put your feet up on the counter? I want to be able to look at them while I prepare breakfast.
Mike’s cheeks reddened, looking away as he shook his head no. She smiled at him while propping his feet up. She walked up to him and lifted his chin up with one of her long fingers.
- Please, Mike. There is no reason to be embarrassed.
He was caught in the web of her jade eyes.
- In fact, you should be proud of them. Allow me to demonstrate.
She went next to them and started to caress the soles and sides of his feet.
- Look at them. Do you know what I see? I see a nice pair of bare feet. Pale, but healthy. Ten round toes. Good length and width. Soft and well kept. Finally…
Sofia went from lightly pinching his big toes to skittering her black polished nails on his soles.
- Mphhm. Mmmmph…
Mike was grateful that she was not forceful in her tickling of his sensitive soles. He did not want his muffled laughter to wake up Emma and Terry. The amazon stopped her ticklish attack to rub his feet.
- You should be proud of your ticklish feet. They should be out for everyone to see them. They are a treasure. Do I make myself clear?
Young Michael Tanner had butterflies in his stomach. He nodded enthusiastically.
- Great. Now, would a full English breakfast please you?
The teen’s eyes were like saucers.
*****
The lady of the house cooked for the next half an hour or so. She did so with the precision of a Swiss watch. During all of this, she talked to Mike, mainly about her work as the town librarian. Her love of books and the joy she felt when someone finds the right one. Her intricate system of filing and the satisfaction of a job well done. During all of this, she even found the time to periodically sneak in a tickle of Mike’s propped up soles. To keep everything clean, she used a small pink toothbrush that she left next to his heel. The young man was in awe of her.
The tipper tapper of bare feet on the ceramic floor turned both their heads to the kitchen entrance. Emma was standing before them while lazily brushing her long brown hair. She was wearing her lavender coloured silk pajama pants and bra with a long matching silk robe. However, she kept the robe open. Michael was admiring her wide tanned belly and ample cleavage, recalling how sensitive they were under Terry’s thrall the previous night. She had an inviting smile. At 5’10”, she was a tall and hefty young woman, with very thick hips. However, she glowed like the most delicate flower. She mesmerized Michael again and again.
- Good morning mom. Good morning Michael.
- Good morning sweetie. I hope you are hungry. Is Terry up?
- She’s awake, but she’s not up.
- Ok. Do you want some coffee?
- Yes, thank you.
Sofia poured the drink into a candy pink mug and gave it to a grateful Emma. She took a big sip. The young woman walked over to Mike’s bare feet and gently passed her large and delicate fingers over the top of his feet. He crunched his toes in response. She smiled at him.
- This is a sight for sore eyes. Was it your idea mom?
- Yes, but it’s all on him for offering it to us.
- You’re right. Thank you buddy.
Emma dipped her forefinger into her mug and gently took it out. She hovered her wet finger just over Mike’s big toe until he felt the warm droplet of coffee on his skin. She bended over and put the whole toe in her mouth. He moaned in pleasure as her tongue rolled around it and tasted the bitter liquid. She let go of him and enjoyed another sip of coffee before walking over to the young man’s chair. They lovingly gazed at each other for a moment. Then, she leaned over to put the mug and hairbrush on the dining table. Her chest was rubbing his cheek as she did so. Leaning back, she held his face in her hands, and went in for a long, passionate, but tender kiss on his taped lips. Mike held up his bound hands to caress her olive skinned abdomen peaking through the open robe. Emma broke the kiss, leaving some saliva on the gagged mouth. She passed a hand through his dark hair.
- Hahhahahaahah! Hey!
Mike was now digging into her tummy. She put her hands on his shoulder to steady herself and allow him complete access to her ticklish torso. Mike was smiling under his gag, exploring all over her tender abdomen.
- The hahhaaha! The riBs! Get, hahahaha!
Her wish was his command. Since his hands were tied, he could not attack both of her sides so he put them on the lowest left rib and dug in.
- YeessAhahahaha!
He slowly spider tickled up her ribcage. The plump goddess was quivering with ticklish pleasure. Suddenly a deafening sound went through the house.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG.
Terry ran into the kitchen and pounced on Emma. She bear hugged her to put her long treacherous fingernails into Emma’s robe to reach her delicious armpits.
- HahahhahahhahhHHAHAHahahaHA huuuuuHHHHhuh.
- Good morning y’all!
The vixen’s sudden and devastating tickle attack rendered sweet Emma breathless. She let go of Mike and stumbled on the floor. Her upper body laying on the chilly kitchen floor while her legs were on the lukewarm wooden floor of the dining room. Emma’s legs were flaying about. Mike took the opportunity to spot her slightly dusty soles.
- Who’s da most beautiful girly girl in the world?!
Terry was hiding Emma from Mike’s view. He could not see her cute face stuck in a silent rictus. He could however admire the feline Terry’s slender bare legs and her small, taut pale soles as she crouched over her helpless friend.
- No answer? Come on. I know ya know! You are!
Terry began to cover Emma’s whole face with kisses. Kissing her chin, lips, nose, cheeks, even her ears.
- Now, now, Terry.
At the sound of Sofia’s voice, the assault ceased and Terry stood at attention.
- Good morning Sofia.
- That’s more like it. Good morning Terry. I don’t think you will need a cup of coffee. Do you want some orange juice?
- Yes please, that would be nice.
Emma took a deep breath, and sat up. She enlaced Terry’s milky thigh and gave it a longing kiss. The sight made Mike’s heart skip a beat. Terry helped Emma up and accepted Sofia’s glass of juice. The girls exchanged a kiss on the lips and Emma walked over to Mike as Terry drank. Emma took a chair and put it behind Mike. She drank some of her mug then sat in the chair. He started to turn his head when he felt Emma’s soft hands on his neck and shoulders. She was massaging them. He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. Without stopping her hands, she wrapped her thick legs around him. The soles of her feet facing up in a lotus position. He felt her warm breath in his ear.
- Please Michael, give me what I want. Give me what I need.
Emma’s whisper sent a shiver down his spine. She was a walking contradiction. She was tall, large and powerful. Yet she was so gentle, so delicate. Both demure, yet in complete control of him. She was dominating him by submitting herself to him. This girl wrinkled his brain. He had to please her. He used five fingers to rake the top of her foot and the other five to take control of her sole. He started from the toes all the way to the heel before skittering back up. Emma laughed in ecstasy. Terry was salivating at the sight of her two companions. She kneeled next to them and used her teeth to give love bites to the untouched foot.
- Ahahahhhaha! YES!HAhhahOOoooohhhhihhhhihi!
Emma reached back to her hairbrush and put it in front of Terry’s face who hungrily took it and went to town on the plump heel. The bristle digging into the sensitive flesh at lightning fast speed. Sofia was contemplating the three teens with a smile as she was plating breakfast, somewhat saddened that she will have to momentarily put an end to their fun.
She gave them another minute.
*****
Mike Tanner’s stomach was full. The girls and he enjoyed the wonderful breakfast that Sofia prepared. Fried eggs, baked beans, black pudding, the whole nine yards. As delicious as it was, there was a period of adjustment at the beginning, since he was ungagged for the first time in over 12 hours. He had emptied his fresh glass of water in an instant. Mostly, they talked about the previous movie night and the enjoyably neurotic performance of Bruce Willis in Death Becomes Her. During the meal, he had Terry’s creamy feet in his lap and she had Emma’s tanned feet in hers. Mike offered to help with the dishwashing but Sofia categorically refused.
- You are our guest young man. Guest don’t wash up the dishes. They do however have to clean themselves up.
Mike took a hot shower. The water soothed his skin. He satisfyingly stretched his body. After it, he brushed his teeth and change into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. He had a blue t-shirt in his hands as he exited the bathroom, but before he could put it on, a hand snatched his face and an arm wrapped itself around his torso.
- Mpphmm!
- Cleaning up nicely Mikey boy!
Terry followed her comment by smelling, then taking a small bite of his bare shoulder. She loved to play with her food. Emma came into view. She put her change of clothes on the bathroom counter before coming back to him. She smiled at him and gently passed her hand through his wet hair. She kissed him on the cheekbone, then she kissed Terry’s knuckles covering his mouth. She felt his arms, grazing her fingers up to his hands. Her warm emerald eyes never left his.
- I like you with this tank top. I like seeing more of your body.
As she said this, she went back up his arms and slowly made circles on his shoulders.
- Would you mind staying like this?
- Nmmp.
- I don’t understand.
Terry’s grip prevented him from moving his head. Mike simply let go of the shirt. Emma beamed at him. Her hands went into his tank top and she took a hold of nipples. Gently, she teased them. Mike moaned in pleasure. She kissed his neck.
- I’ll back in a little while, my sweet.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
- Well, well. Looks like it’s just us two for now huh? So, we really have to do something about that mouth of youse. I mean, cleaning up da dishes. That’s kinda dummy move. Ya know the saying: “Silence is golden”. So, lift me up and let’s go to the bedroom.
- Hmm?
- Ya heard what I said. Show me how strong ya are. I don’t wanna walk. Carry me!
The vixen let go of his body but not his lips. She jumped right into him. The young man barely steadied himself.
- Onward!
She pointed at the nearby room. Mike painstakingly carried her into it.
- Good boy!
In response, he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.
- Hey!
She bounced back and playfully looked at him.
- Are ya giving me attitude Mikey boy?
As his lips parted, she interrupted him.
- Don’t answer that! Shushhh.
He obeyed.
- Kneel, and I want ya feet straight, on ya toes.
He obeyed. Mike was next to the side of the bed, a couple of meters away from the mirrored sliding door of Emma’s closet. This gave Terry a nice view of his pale soles, which were slightly darkened around the balls and heels.
- Sit straight.
She sat on the bed, holding herself steady with her hands. Her lithe feet waving in front of his face. They had a stronger scent than Emma’s.
Mike knew that they were rougher also. Although he did not think any woman’s feet could be softer than Emma’s. Ever since that first day in the hall, the unique odor of Terry’s feet had taken a hold of him. It was a source of comfort. It allowed him to keep his bearings. He closed the gap to breathe in her aroma, but she pushed him away with the ball of her foot.
- Tut tut. I said sit straight pretty boy.
She continued to torture his senses by keeping her feet just out of his reach.
- Do ya want them?
Mike instantly spotted the trap. He knew she wanted him to remain silent. He kept quiet.
- Smart boy.
She squeezed his nose between her toes and allowed him to take in the scent. Mike reflexively closed his eyes. He covered his mouth with his
hand and moaned into it. Terry perked up at this. She smiled wryly.
- Oh… Good boy… Bite it.
Mike’s heart skipped a beat. Though he smelled both of the girls feet, his constantly gagged lips never offered him the opportunity to taste them.
- I said bite it. Right on the heel. I want to feel your teeth sink into it. I want your tongue slithering on it. I want to feel you on my foot.
His lips touched the skin. His teeth took hold of the heel. His tongue felt the flesh. “Oh God”, Mike thought. His taste buds were in a frenzy.
Terry’s eyes rolled back.
- Yes! Move up! Lick it all the way!
He followed her instructions to the letter. She was his guide into the world of foot worship. Over the next half an hour, he ecstatically lathered
the soles of her feet. He bit her toes. He put them in his mouth, one at a time, then all of them. He rolled his tongue over them. She ordered him to slobber over them, then to lick back the saliva. He did all of this on the soles and the tops. He kissed her ankles. While he worked on one foot, she rubbed his face and ears with other. Her wet foot leaving saliva on it. She even put her foot underneath his top and squeezed his nipple. He squealed in pleasurable pain. Terry’s long nails were digging in the mattress. She was madly moaning. Her cheeks were flushed red. She was squirming about.
- AaaahhhhhH!
She wrapped her legs around him, abruptly gripped his hair and violently kissed him. Her tongue was a whirlwind in his mouth. The young man did his best to reciprocate the passionate kiss. Her thighs let go of his torso and her feet started to stroke his. Sole to sole, up and down, he felt her skin on his. Terry lived for this. The exhilaration of passion fueled her soul. She rubbed her chest against his. “Such a sweet boy” she thought. Emma and he made the perfect pair for her bottomless lust. Suddenly, both felt a large soft hand caressing their necks. They broke their kiss and saw Emma. Her long brown hair were cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink oversized V-neck shirt and low cut white shorts. Mike realized it was the first time he was able to admire her large muscular bare thighs. He contemplated the beautiful natural tan of her skin.
- Hi. Terry, it’s your turn to use the shower.
Terry turned to Mike and gave a little love bite on his nose.
- I’m on it.
She stood up and let Emma give her a tender kiss before taking a pair of denim overalls and a long sleeved white shirt laying on the floor.
- See ya in a little while.
She winked at Mike and left the room.
- She really took good care of you it seems. Emma said
Mike nodded.
- I’m happy. Now, I would like you to take good care of me.
The tall girl gave him a hand and helped him up. Face to face, she kissed him.
- Follow me.
She guided him around the pink and lavender bedroom, hand in hand, to a large wooden wardrobe. She opened it, revealing a large array of
bondage equipment, which included leather straps, nylon and hemp ropes, plastic wraps, a whole rainbow of different tapes, handkerchiefs, and even a straitjacket. Mike gulped.
- Amazing isn’t it?
He nodded.
- No need for the silent treatment, I’m not Terry.
- It’s very intimidating.
- I understand. We didn’t have the whole lot from the get-go. My mom bought it all over a couple of years. She’s very invested in my well-
being.
- So am I.
She gazed at him warmly. She rummaged in the wardrobe.
- Mike, I would like you to tie me up to my bed with these.
She indicated four leather cuffs and three flexible straps.
- They are hooks on the headboard and they are a couple right under the foot of the bed.
- Right.
- I would also be grateful if you gagged me tightly with this.
She showed him a leather panel gag. It was oval, long enough to go from ear to ear. It had a small black silicone ball attached to it that went into the wearer’s mouth and strap to fasten the gag to the desired head. She embraced him, her juicy lips right next to his ear.
- Please Michael, I beg of you, tie me to my bed, gag me, worship my feet. Lick them, kiss them, and tickle them. Please. I’m craving it. Take control of my body. Please.
For the next few minutes, Mike Tanner felt as if he were outside of his own body. He was a mere puppet following wherever his strings were pulled. He let Emma guide him through the process of binding her. Her long curvaceous body was locked in a “Y” shape, arms slightly in the air. The leather panel gag firmly tied to her round face accentuating her soulful eyes. She was slowly writhing her wide hips, and rubbing her thick caramel colored thighs together. Mike finished strapping her leather-cuffed ankles to a hook underneath the bed. He was crouched at the foot of the bed, facing her large and delightful golden soles. He could smell them and their light air of vanilla. They were spotless.
He rubbed her left one with his thumb. She was fresh out of the shower and had just gone through the complete battery of foot creams and oil to keep them as soft and sensitive as humanly possible. Her foot was so soft that for an instant, Mike thought that it might tickle him. She wiggled her toes and moaned. The young man did not even remember taking hold of her beautiful size 11 and sucking the ball of her foot. He was lost in a trance.
- MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH! MMMMMPPHH!
Her muffled cries of ecstasy pushed Mike further. Like Terry had done to him before, he took hold of Emma’s calves and dragged his nails up and down them. Slowly and deliberately digging into her sensitive flesh. His mouth was going into overdrive, heavily lathering both of her soles, and taking as many toes as possible into it when his tongue reached them. Emma’s back buckled, her arms straining the restraints. The headboard creaked under the stress.
- MMMMmppppHHHHHH! MMMMMMMMM!
He was now sucking the side of her foot. His fingers spider tickling her shins. The loving assault of her senses made Emma the happiest girl in the world. He wished for him to go harder. To tickle her senseless until her mind stopped processing any thoughts. Then, just as he thought her mind would reach the event horizon of ticklish insanity, she wished he would become too tired to continue. This way, Mike would feel compelled to try again, and again and again. However, he would never pass her breaking point. Nothing could satiate her ticklish lust.
The young man let go of her feet and climbed on the bed. She looked inquisitively at him. He straddled her wide torso; the soles of his feet were stroking her jawline. His mouth took hold of her thick thighs. He sucked on the flesh. She cried out, smelling the underside of his toes. “He’s so good to me,” she thought. Mike used his right hand to reached the top her feet and tickle them. He was lost in the beauty of her body.
Under the thrall of the ecstasy of the flesh. There were no more thoughts going through his mind. He only existed to pleasure his goddess. His tongue entered her belly button as his fingers affectionately pinched the side of her foot. He was now deaf and blind to everything and anything except the woman underneath him. Unless she indicated for him to stop, he would continue until he starved and fell from complete exhaustion.
His lips and tongue covered her inner thigh. His toes were poking her wet armpits. His left hand was digging into her left knee and his right was stroking her right sole. Her nose was breathing in the aroma of his left foot. Mike was doing everything he could do with his body to fulfill her need.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Emma exploded. She did not feel the bed or the bindings anymore. She was floating. Her body went limp. The absence of her movements freed Mike from his trance. He regained his bearings and turned to her.
She was asleep.
He caressed her angelic face and kissed the leather panel covering her attractive mouth. Suddenly, he felt drained.
The dark haired teen let out a long contented sigh. He was kneeling on the bed next to her, his eyes closed. He let the air flow through his nose, taking it all in. He was happy.
That’s when the rope encircled him. His eyes snapped open, but before he could react further, a pair of long tanned hands holding a wide blue cloth covered his mouth and under his chin. It was applied and tied so tightly that it became like a second skin. It moulded his lower face perfectly. His jaw and lips were paralyzed. At the same time, a smaller pair of cream-colored hands was wrapping the white nylon rope around his torso. He was bound from his pectorals to his midriff. The last meter of the rope was used to wrap each of his wrists individually behind his back then the end of it was tied to the middle of his back.
Terry used another rope to tie over his knees. Then, she used a final one to bind his ankles together. As she was finishing her handiwork, Sofia removed the straps holding Emma’s hands and gently laid her arms on the mattress. She gave a small peck on top her of her daughter’s head and turned to the young man. She was smiling, and holding back tears. She took Mike’s face in her hands and caressed his cheekbones with her thumbs. Terry joined in by gently caressing his pale soles. The older woman gave him a warm kiss on the cheek. She hugged him tenderly.
- Thank you Michael, for being so good to my daughter. For giving her the release she desperately needs. Now, allow me the privilege of doing the same for you.
His baby blue eyes widened. He could not refuse this honor. He nodded. Mrs. Delgado flashed her pearly whites. She put him in a bear hug. Terry brought up his legs to take a hold of his knees. The ball of his feet rested upon her chin. The two women lifted him and carried the teen to the living room, closing the bedroom door as they exited.
A roll up mattress had been laid on the coffee table. They gently brought Mike’s down on his belly. The girls then used more ropes to around his torso, knees and ankles to anchor him to the table, but not so much as to make movement impossible. Sofia brought the armchair about a meter in front of him.
- Terry, would you please sit down?
- Yes, Sofia.
Mike watched with rapt attention as Sofia did something that shattered his world: she tied the wild Terry to the chair. She wrapped the ropes around her under her perky breasts, over her knees, at the ankles and the forearms were tied to the arms of the chair. Just like himself, Sofia fastened the vixen to the chair at the key binding points. From her pocket, Emma’s mother removed a blue cloth identical to the one adorning Mike’s mouth. She gave a quick kiss to Terry’s brow, went behind the chair in front of the curtained windows and applied the gag. The speed, strength and the movements of her hands as they formed the knot at the hem of the lithe girl’s neck were uncanny. Just like him, the cloth had moulded itself to her face. Mike was flabbergasted to see the dominant completely dominated. Sofia whispered a tender word into the girl’s ear who closed her eyes in response.
Sofia walked towards him until her legs blocked most of his view. For what seemed like an eternity, the amazon crouched down to meet his eye line. She held his chin up with the elongated fingers of one hand while the forefinger of the other traced his frozen lips. He felt the ticklish sensation of her black polished nail through the blue cloth.
- I have just a few more thing to say to you before we begin. You see Theresa? I will put her feet right in your face. I will tie them to your head, and hook the ropes to the ones binding your back. Listen to me carefully. I have bound and gagged her because she must not move. She must not make a sound. This might be hard to understand, but you must trust my judgment. You must trust my judgment that until this is over, you cannot think of Terry as a person anymore. She is not a human. She is an oxygen tank. Your oxygen tank. The aroma of her soles is your source of life. Your must inhale her feet.
Finally Michael, whatever I do, whatever your body feels, do not bottle it in. Laugh, scream, and moan as hard as you can into your gag. Shiver, quiver, shake and stretch your bindings to the breaking point. Do so without hesitation. Allow yourself to feel every single sensations and emotions. However, you have to release them just as quickly as they go through you. And please for God’s sake, do not forget to breathe into Terry’s feet. Now, say “yes” as loudly as you can through your gag if you understand me.
Mike had trouble to take this all in. Sofia’s concerned but commanding face was his whole world. He did not know what to think. His curiosity was peaked, but her instructions were worrying. Sofia’s were now on the sides of his face. Her thumbs were rubbing his temples. He knew he had to trust her.
- ymm!
Mike screamed his reply, but it came out as a tiny squeak. He was baffled. How was Sofia able to gag him so tightly with a simple cloth? His mouth was not even stuffed. What kind of knot did she use?
- Ok.
The forty-year-old beauty placed Terry’s feet as she said she would. His feline friend’s soles completely obscured his vision, his nose rested in the cup formed by her joined arches. He inhaled the familiar aroma or her feet in wait of Sofia.
The woman was kneeling by his medium sized feet. She closed her eyes and executed a special breathing exercise for a minute or so. Terry was a passive observer to all of this. She did not know how to feel about that. It was not what she preferred, but she could never go against Sofia’s will. She always knew what was better for Emma and her. The mature beauty finished her exercise and bended over to Mike’s right big toe. The round appendage entered her mouth and she went to work.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP HPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGM MMMHHHHHHHH!!!
It was as if his big toe was a conduit for lightning to strike every single nerve endings in his body. The swirl of her tongue, the tip of her teeth, her lips all moved in an uncanny way. He felt everything. As she moved up to his second toe at a snail’s pace, his body was thrashing wildly.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHH!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! !!!
The sweet comforting scent of Terry’s feet coming into his lungs was only thing allowing him to remain conscious under the atom bomb level of pure unfiltered arousal coursing through his being at faster than light speed. He breathe in. He breathe in Terry’s aroma with the thirst of a man lost in a desert. He heeded Sofia’s warnings. His mind, body and soul could now do nothing but feel, externalize and breathe in and out. He was no longer a part of this world.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The amazon was just beginning to taste the top of the ball of his foot…
*****
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Pleasure.
Ecstasy.
Life had no meaning to Mike Tanner. There was nothing, but the pleasure and the ecstasy of Sofia’s worship of his sensitive feet.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Her incredible mouth had meticulously charted both feet in their entirety from every nook and cranny. She went from the right big toe to the right heel before linking up to the left heel and going down to the final toe. Then, after three hours, Sofia Delgado’s lips detached themselves from his left big toe. The shock made Mike take one last breath of Terry’s soles before he passed out. His body was stiff as a board.
The sound of a creaking door made Sofia turn. Emma was standing before her, the leather panel gag in her hand.
- You’re awake honey?
- Yes. I did an hour ago. I was spying through a crack in my door.
- Did you keep your gag until just now?
- Yes… mommy, what you did… it was… it was…
- I know honey. It’s a good thing you kept your gag. If you had screamed in shock, you might have broken my concentration. That would have been unfortunate.
The curvaceous girl walked to Mike and cautiously stroked his neck. She felt his whole body shiver under her fingers.
- Careful Emma. He might be unconscious, but he’s still enthralled.
She let go of him, and walked to the unfamiliar sight of a bound and gagged Terry. She kneeled next to her and caressed her arm and cheek.
- What did you do? How…
- I was not always the librarian of a quiet town, honey. Before I had you, I discovered many things about the human body, especially my
own. What I did to him was complex, and overwhelming. It explored the uncharted territories of his soul and made him ascent to an altered state of infinite pleasure. Come dinnertime, with our love and care, we will bring him back to our plane of existence. He will still be the same
Mike that you girls love, except for one thing.
- What?
- The sensitivity of his ticklish flesh now heightened, his soul will crave our ticklish touch forevermore.
*****
Michael Tanner was in the land of dreams. There, he was buried to his shoulders in an endless plain of sand. His bare feet were peaking above the ground. A bright scarf orange was tied over his mouth, effectively gagging him. He was not alone. Three barefooted figures in light silk robes stood around him. One at each of his foot and one by his head. Their faces were obscured against the harsh sun. The figures sat down. It was Emma, Terry and Sofia. Terry put her toes under his nose as Emma and Sofia took hold of a foot. The daughter was playfully tickling the foot while the mother was worshipping it.
Mike muffled screams echoed throughout the endless desert, but there were only the four of them into the void. In the land of dreams, the girls would never stop.
For the rest of his life, when young and one day old Michael Tanner pictures himself in his mind’s eye it will be as a young man who is bound, gagged, barefoot and tickled.
He had discovered perfect happiness.
The End.
A small ray of light shining through the dark curtains hit Michael Tanner’s eyelids and forced him out of his slumber. The young man stretched his neck and back, but did so gently as to not disturb his companions. Both were still fast asleep. He lifted his head and looked at them. On his left, Terry Carmichael was facing outside the bed while tightly hugging her pillow, digging her long pink nails into it. Her face was hidden behind her untamed mane of hair. Her right leg was stretched outside the bed. Her pale and pointy toes were peaking out the blanket. Mike could feel the warm sole of her left foot against his calf.
On his right, Emma Delgado looked like an angel. She was on her back, peacefully breathing in and out. Her large, heart-shaped face was right next to Mike’s toes. He lightly scrunched them, allowing his big toe to lightly caress her pulpy upper lip. The young woman drew a slow breath and Mike saw the hint of a smile. His gaze followed her still, curvaceous form down to her gorgeous pair of thick and meaty feet. Her right foot was but a couple of inches away from his face. It was emanating a nice fruity smell from the lotion she applied daily. The dark haired teen felt the urge to kiss it, but it was impossible. A long, smooth strip of black tape still encircled his head, trapping his eager lips behind it. However, he did not lay into despair; he calmly put his nose under her toes (the tip of it touching the soft skin) and inhaled the sweet aroma.
A couple of months prior, if anyone had asked Mike if he believed in miracles, he would have answered with a resounding “no”. Emma’s size 11 feet made him reconsider that notion. The only way feet this soft, this sensitive, this aromatic could exist is by some miracle, or maybe Emma was just the world’s foremost expert in foot care. Either way, Mike felt like the luckiest man alive.
He heard a faint creaking noise on his left and turned his head towards it. The elongated form of Sofia, Emma’s mother, was visible. Seeing him awake, she stealthily entered the room. The tall woman was into a very casual attire of grey sweatpants and tank top. Her long black hair made up in a tight bun. As required in the Delgado household, her feet were bare, allowing Mike to admire them. The amazon walked to him and crouched next to him, just like the previous night. Her full lips next to his hear, her middle finger grazing the collarbone of his bare chest, she whispered with her usual presence.
- Good morning, Mike. Did you sleep well?
He nodded.
- Great. It’s only 8 am. If you want to go back to sleep for a bit, I will understand. However, if you are well-rested, I wouldn’t mind some company. To answer me, blink once for more sleep and twice to come with me.
Although Mike would not mind spending more time with Emma’s feet until she woke up, he felt like he could not pass the opportunity to get to know her mother better. He blinked twice.
- Thank you.
As she helped him to sit up, the young man scratched his itchy nose with his leather-cuffed hands. Then to the young man’s surprise, she lifted him up as if he were a bride. The olive skinned beauty stifled a groan as to not wake up the girls and exited the room. Mike looked at her with admiration, for while he was not exactly the biggest guy around, he still weigh about 150 pounds. He was careful not to move around as to not make it more difficult for her. She carried him through the kitchen to the dining table and sat him down in a chair that was conveniently facing them. She gently sat him down and took hold of his ankles.
- Do you mind if I put your feet up on the counter? I want to be able to look at them while I prepare breakfast.
Mike’s cheeks reddened, looking away as he shook his head no. She smiled at him while propping his feet up. She walked up to him and lifted his chin up with one of her long fingers.
- Please, Mike. There is no reason to be embarrassed.
He was caught in the web of her jade eyes.
- In fact, you should be proud of them. Allow me to demonstrate.
She went next to them and started to caress the soles and sides of his feet.
- Look at them. Do you know what I see? I see a nice pair of bare feet. Pale, but healthy. Ten round toes. Good length and width. Soft and well kept. Finally…
Sofia went from lightly pinching his big toes to skittering her black polished nails on his soles.
- Mphhm. Mmmmph…
Mike was grateful that she was not forceful in her tickling of his sensitive soles. He did not want his muffled laughter to wake up Emma and Terry. The amazon stopped her ticklish attack to rub his feet.
- You should be proud of your ticklish feet. They should be out for everyone to see them. They are a treasure. Do I make myself clear?
Young Michael Tanner had butterflies in his stomach. He nodded enthusiastically.
- Great. Now, would a full English breakfast please you?
The teen’s eyes were like saucers.
*****
The lady of the house cooked for the next half an hour or so. She did so with the precision of a Swiss watch. During all of this, she talked to Mike, mainly about her work as the town librarian. Her love of books and the joy she felt when someone finds the right one. Her intricate system of filing and the satisfaction of a job well done. During all of this, she even found the time to periodically sneak in a tickle of Mike’s propped up soles. To keep everything clean, she used a small pink toothbrush that she left next to his heel. The young man was in awe of her.
The tipper tapper of bare feet on the ceramic floor turned both their heads to the kitchen entrance. Emma was standing before them while lazily brushing her long brown hair. She was wearing her lavender coloured silk pajama pants and bra with a long matching silk robe. However, she kept the robe open. Michael was admiring her wide tanned belly and ample cleavage, recalling how sensitive they were under Terry’s thrall the previous night. She had an inviting smile. At 5’10”, she was a tall and hefty young woman, with very thick hips. However, she glowed like the most delicate flower. She mesmerized Michael again and again.
- Good morning mom. Good morning Michael.
- Good morning sweetie. I hope you are hungry. Is Terry up?
- She’s awake, but she’s not up.
- Ok. Do you want some coffee?
- Yes, thank you.
Sofia poured the drink into a candy pink mug and gave it to a grateful Emma. She took a big sip. The young woman walked over to Mike’s bare feet and gently passed her large and delicate fingers over the top of his feet. He crunched his toes in response. She smiled at him.
- This is a sight for sore eyes. Was it your idea mom?
- Yes, but it’s all on him for offering it to us.
- You’re right. Thank you buddy.
Emma dipped her forefinger into her mug and gently took it out. She hovered her wet finger just over Mike’s big toe until he felt the warm droplet of coffee on his skin. She bended over and put the whole toe in her mouth. He moaned in pleasure as her tongue rolled around it and tasted the bitter liquid. She let go of him and enjoyed another sip of coffee before walking over to the young man’s chair. They lovingly gazed at each other for a moment. Then, she leaned over to put the mug and hairbrush on the dining table. Her chest was rubbing his cheek as she did so. Leaning back, she held his face in her hands, and went in for a long, passionate, but tender kiss on his taped lips. Mike held up his bound hands to caress her olive skinned abdomen peaking through the open robe. Emma broke the kiss, leaving some saliva on the gagged mouth. She passed a hand through his dark hair.
- Hahhahahaahah! Hey!
Mike was now digging into her tummy. She put her hands on his shoulder to steady herself and allow him complete access to her ticklish torso. Mike was smiling under his gag, exploring all over her tender abdomen.
- The hahhaaha! The riBs! Get, hahahaha!
Her wish was his command. Since his hands were tied, he could not attack both of her sides so he put them on the lowest left rib and dug in.
- YeessAhahahaha!
He slowly spider tickled up her ribcage. The plump goddess was quivering with ticklish pleasure. Suddenly a deafening sound went through the house.
BANGBANGBANGBANGBANG.
Terry ran into the kitchen and pounced on Emma. She bear hugged her to put her long treacherous fingernails into Emma’s robe to reach her delicious armpits.
- HahahhahahhahhHHAHAHahahaHA huuuuuHHHHhuh.
- Good morning y’all!
The vixen’s sudden and devastating tickle attack rendered sweet Emma breathless. She let go of Mike and stumbled on the floor. Her upper body laying on the chilly kitchen floor while her legs were on the lukewarm wooden floor of the dining room. Emma’s legs were flaying about. Mike took the opportunity to spot her slightly dusty soles.
- Who’s da most beautiful girly girl in the world?!
Terry was hiding Emma from Mike’s view. He could not see her cute face stuck in a silent rictus. He could however admire the feline Terry’s slender bare legs and her small, taut pale soles as she crouched over her helpless friend.
- No answer? Come on. I know ya know! You are!
Terry began to cover Emma’s whole face with kisses. Kissing her chin, lips, nose, cheeks, even her ears.
- Now, now, Terry.
At the sound of Sofia’s voice, the assault ceased and Terry stood at attention.
- Good morning Sofia.
- That’s more like it. Good morning Terry. I don’t think you will need a cup of coffee. Do you want some orange juice?
- Yes please, that would be nice.
Emma took a deep breath, and sat up. She enlaced Terry’s milky thigh and gave it a longing kiss. The sight made Mike’s heart skip a beat. Terry helped Emma up and accepted Sofia’s glass of juice. The girls exchanged a kiss on the lips and Emma walked over to Mike as Terry drank. Emma took a chair and put it behind Mike. She drank some of her mug then sat in the chair. He started to turn his head when he felt Emma’s soft hands on his neck and shoulders. She was massaging them. He closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. Without stopping her hands, she wrapped her thick legs around him. The soles of her feet facing up in a lotus position. He felt her warm breath in his ear.
- Please Michael, give me what I want. Give me what I need.
Emma’s whisper sent a shiver down his spine. She was a walking contradiction. She was tall, large and powerful. Yet she was so gentle, so delicate. Both demure, yet in complete control of him. She was dominating him by submitting herself to him. This girl wrinkled his brain. He had to please her. He used five fingers to rake the top of her foot and the other five to take control of her sole. He started from the toes all the way to the heel before skittering back up. Emma laughed in ecstasy. Terry was salivating at the sight of her two companions. She kneeled next to them and used her teeth to give love bites to the untouched foot.
- Ahahahhhaha! YES!HAhhahOOoooohhhhihhhhihi!
Emma reached back to her hairbrush and put it in front of Terry’s face who hungrily took it and went to town on the plump heel. The bristle digging into the sensitive flesh at lightning fast speed. Sofia was contemplating the three teens with a smile as she was plating breakfast, somewhat saddened that she will have to momentarily put an end to their fun.
She gave them another minute.
*****
Mike Tanner’s stomach was full. The girls and he enjoyed the wonderful breakfast that Sofia prepared. Fried eggs, baked beans, black pudding, the whole nine yards. As delicious as it was, there was a period of adjustment at the beginning, since he was ungagged for the first time in over 12 hours. He had emptied his fresh glass of water in an instant. Mostly, they talked about the previous movie night and the enjoyably neurotic performance of Bruce Willis in Death Becomes Her. During the meal, he had Terry’s creamy feet in his lap and she had Emma’s tanned feet in hers. Mike offered to help with the dishwashing but Sofia categorically refused.
- You are our guest young man. Guest don’t wash up the dishes. They do however have to clean themselves up.
Mike took a hot shower. The water soothed his skin. He satisfyingly stretched his body. After it, he brushed his teeth and change into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white tank top. He had a blue t-shirt in his hands as he exited the bathroom, but before he could put it on, a hand snatched his face and an arm wrapped itself around his torso.
- Mpphmm!
- Cleaning up nicely Mikey boy!
Terry followed her comment by smelling, then taking a small bite of his bare shoulder. She loved to play with her food. Emma came into view. She put her change of clothes on the bathroom counter before coming back to him. She smiled at him and gently passed her hand through his wet hair. She kissed him on the cheekbone, then she kissed Terry’s knuckles covering his mouth. She felt his arms, grazing her fingers up to his hands. Her warm emerald eyes never left his.
- I like you with this tank top. I like seeing more of your body.
As she said this, she went back up his arms and slowly made circles on his shoulders.
- Would you mind staying like this?
- Nmmp.
- I don’t understand.
Terry’s grip prevented him from moving his head. Mike simply let go of the shirt. Emma beamed at him. Her hands went into his tank top and she took a hold of nipples. Gently, she teased them. Mike moaned in pleasure. She kissed his neck.
- I’ll back in a little while, my sweet.
She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
- Well, well. Looks like it’s just us two for now huh? So, we really have to do something about that mouth of youse. I mean, cleaning up da dishes. That’s kinda dummy move. Ya know the saying: “Silence is golden”. So, lift me up and let’s go to the bedroom.
- Hmm?
- Ya heard what I said. Show me how strong ya are. I don’t wanna walk. Carry me!
The vixen let go of his body but not his lips. She jumped right into him. The young man barely steadied himself.
- Onward!
She pointed at the nearby room. Mike painstakingly carried her into it.
- Good boy!
In response, he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.
- Hey!
She bounced back and playfully looked at him.
- Are ya giving me attitude Mikey boy?
As his lips parted, she interrupted him.
- Don’t answer that! Shushhh.
He obeyed.
- Kneel, and I want ya feet straight, on ya toes.
He obeyed. Mike was next to the side of the bed, a couple of meters away from the mirrored sliding door of Emma’s closet. This gave Terry a nice view of his pale soles, which were slightly darkened around the balls and heels.
- Sit straight.
She sat on the bed, holding herself steady with her hands. Her lithe feet waving in front of his face. They had a stronger scent than Emma’s.
Mike knew that they were rougher also. Although he did not think any woman’s feet could be softer than Emma’s. Ever since that first day in the hall, the unique odor of Terry’s feet had taken a hold of him. It was a source of comfort. It allowed him to keep his bearings. He closed the gap to breathe in her aroma, but she pushed him away with the ball of her foot.
- Tut tut. I said sit straight pretty boy.
She continued to torture his senses by keeping her feet just out of his reach.
- Do ya want them?
Mike instantly spotted the trap. He knew she wanted him to remain silent. He kept quiet.
- Smart boy.
She squeezed his nose between her toes and allowed him to take in the scent. Mike reflexively closed his eyes. He covered his mouth with his
hand and moaned into it. Terry perked up at this. She smiled wryly.
- Oh… Good boy… Bite it.
Mike’s heart skipped a beat. Though he smelled both of the girls feet, his constantly gagged lips never offered him the opportunity to taste them.
- I said bite it. Right on the heel. I want to feel your teeth sink into it. I want your tongue slithering on it. I want to feel you on my foot.
His lips touched the skin. His teeth took hold of the heel. His tongue felt the flesh. “Oh God”, Mike thought. His taste buds were in a frenzy.
Terry’s eyes rolled back.
- Yes! Move up! Lick it all the way!
He followed her instructions to the letter. She was his guide into the world of foot worship. Over the next half an hour, he ecstatically lathered
the soles of her feet. He bit her toes. He put them in his mouth, one at a time, then all of them. He rolled his tongue over them. She ordered him to slobber over them, then to lick back the saliva. He did all of this on the soles and the tops. He kissed her ankles. While he worked on one foot, she rubbed his face and ears with other. Her wet foot leaving saliva on it. She even put her foot underneath his top and squeezed his nipple. He squealed in pleasurable pain. Terry’s long nails were digging in the mattress. She was madly moaning. Her cheeks were flushed red. She was squirming about.
- AaaahhhhhH!
She wrapped her legs around him, abruptly gripped his hair and violently kissed him. Her tongue was a whirlwind in his mouth. The young man did his best to reciprocate the passionate kiss. Her thighs let go of his torso and her feet started to stroke his. Sole to sole, up and down, he felt her skin on his. Terry lived for this. The exhilaration of passion fueled her soul. She rubbed her chest against his. “Such a sweet boy” she thought. Emma and he made the perfect pair for her bottomless lust. Suddenly, both felt a large soft hand caressing their necks. They broke their kiss and saw Emma. Her long brown hair were cascading over her shoulders. She was wearing a pink oversized V-neck shirt and low cut white shorts. Mike realized it was the first time he was able to admire her large muscular bare thighs. He contemplated the beautiful natural tan of her skin.
- Hi. Terry, it’s your turn to use the shower.
Terry turned to Mike and gave a little love bite on his nose.
- I’m on it.
She stood up and let Emma give her a tender kiss before taking a pair of denim overalls and a long sleeved white shirt laying on the floor.
- See ya in a little while.
She winked at Mike and left the room.
- She really took good care of you it seems. Emma said
Mike nodded.
- I’m happy. Now, I would like you to take good care of me.
The tall girl gave him a hand and helped him up. Face to face, she kissed him.
- Follow me.
She guided him around the pink and lavender bedroom, hand in hand, to a large wooden wardrobe. She opened it, revealing a large array of
bondage equipment, which included leather straps, nylon and hemp ropes, plastic wraps, a whole rainbow of different tapes, handkerchiefs, and even a straitjacket. Mike gulped.
- Amazing isn’t it?
He nodded.
- No need for the silent treatment, I’m not Terry.
- It’s very intimidating.
- I understand. We didn’t have the whole lot from the get-go. My mom bought it all over a couple of years. She’s very invested in my well-
being.
- So am I.
She gazed at him warmly. She rummaged in the wardrobe.
- Mike, I would like you to tie me up to my bed with these.
She indicated four leather cuffs and three flexible straps.
- They are hooks on the headboard and they are a couple right under the foot of the bed.
- Right.
- I would also be grateful if you gagged me tightly with this.
She showed him a leather panel gag. It was oval, long enough to go from ear to ear. It had a small black silicone ball attached to it that went into the wearer’s mouth and strap to fasten the gag to the desired head. She embraced him, her juicy lips right next to his ear.
- Please Michael, I beg of you, tie me to my bed, gag me, worship my feet. Lick them, kiss them, and tickle them. Please. I’m craving it. Take control of my body. Please.
For the next few minutes, Mike Tanner felt as if he were outside of his own body. He was a mere puppet following wherever his strings were pulled. He let Emma guide him through the process of binding her. Her long curvaceous body was locked in a “Y” shape, arms slightly in the air. The leather panel gag firmly tied to her round face accentuating her soulful eyes. She was slowly writhing her wide hips, and rubbing her thick caramel colored thighs together. Mike finished strapping her leather-cuffed ankles to a hook underneath the bed. He was crouched at the foot of the bed, facing her large and delightful golden soles. He could smell them and their light air of vanilla. They were spotless.
He rubbed her left one with his thumb. She was fresh out of the shower and had just gone through the complete battery of foot creams and oil to keep them as soft and sensitive as humanly possible. Her foot was so soft that for an instant, Mike thought that it might tickle him. She wiggled her toes and moaned. The young man did not even remember taking hold of her beautiful size 11 and sucking the ball of her foot. He was lost in a trance.
- MMMMMMPPPPHHHHHH! MMMMMPPHH!
Her muffled cries of ecstasy pushed Mike further. Like Terry had done to him before, he took hold of Emma’s calves and dragged his nails up and down them. Slowly and deliberately digging into her sensitive flesh. His mouth was going into overdrive, heavily lathering both of her soles, and taking as many toes as possible into it when his tongue reached them. Emma’s back buckled, her arms straining the restraints. The headboard creaked under the stress.
- MMMMmppppHHHHHH! MMMMMMMMM!
He was now sucking the side of her foot. His fingers spider tickling her shins. The loving assault of her senses made Emma the happiest girl in the world. He wished for him to go harder. To tickle her senseless until her mind stopped processing any thoughts. Then, just as he thought her mind would reach the event horizon of ticklish insanity, she wished he would become too tired to continue. This way, Mike would feel compelled to try again, and again and again. However, he would never pass her breaking point. Nothing could satiate her ticklish lust.
The young man let go of her feet and climbed on the bed. She looked inquisitively at him. He straddled her wide torso; the soles of his feet were stroking her jawline. His mouth took hold of her thick thighs. He sucked on the flesh. She cried out, smelling the underside of his toes. “He’s so good to me,” she thought. Mike used his right hand to reached the top her feet and tickle them. He was lost in the beauty of her body.
Under the thrall of the ecstasy of the flesh. There were no more thoughts going through his mind. He only existed to pleasure his goddess. His tongue entered her belly button as his fingers affectionately pinched the side of her foot. He was now deaf and blind to everything and anything except the woman underneath him. Unless she indicated for him to stop, he would continue until he starved and fell from complete exhaustion.
His lips and tongue covered her inner thigh. His toes were poking her wet armpits. His left hand was digging into her left knee and his right was stroking her right sole. Her nose was breathing in the aroma of his left foot. Mike was doing everything he could do with his body to fulfill her need.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Emma exploded. She did not feel the bed or the bindings anymore. She was floating. Her body went limp. The absence of her movements freed Mike from his trance. He regained his bearings and turned to her.
She was asleep.
He caressed her angelic face and kissed the leather panel covering her attractive mouth. Suddenly, he felt drained.
The dark haired teen let out a long contented sigh. He was kneeling on the bed next to her, his eyes closed. He let the air flow through his nose, taking it all in. He was happy.
That’s when the rope encircled him. His eyes snapped open, but before he could react further, a pair of long tanned hands holding a wide blue cloth covered his mouth and under his chin. It was applied and tied so tightly that it became like a second skin. It moulded his lower face perfectly. His jaw and lips were paralyzed. At the same time, a smaller pair of cream-colored hands was wrapping the white nylon rope around his torso. He was bound from his pectorals to his midriff. The last meter of the rope was used to wrap each of his wrists individually behind his back then the end of it was tied to the middle of his back.
Terry used another rope to tie over his knees. Then, she used a final one to bind his ankles together. As she was finishing her handiwork, Sofia removed the straps holding Emma’s hands and gently laid her arms on the mattress. She gave a small peck on top her of her daughter’s head and turned to the young man. She was smiling, and holding back tears. She took Mike’s face in her hands and caressed his cheekbones with her thumbs. Terry joined in by gently caressing his pale soles. The older woman gave him a warm kiss on the cheek. She hugged him tenderly.
- Thank you Michael, for being so good to my daughter. For giving her the release she desperately needs. Now, allow me the privilege of doing the same for you.
His baby blue eyes widened. He could not refuse this honor. He nodded. Mrs. Delgado flashed her pearly whites. She put him in a bear hug. Terry brought up his legs to take a hold of his knees. The ball of his feet rested upon her chin. The two women lifted him and carried the teen to the living room, closing the bedroom door as they exited.
A roll up mattress had been laid on the coffee table. They gently brought Mike’s down on his belly. The girls then used more ropes to around his torso, knees and ankles to anchor him to the table, but not so much as to make movement impossible. Sofia brought the armchair about a meter in front of him.
- Terry, would you please sit down?
- Yes, Sofia.
Mike watched with rapt attention as Sofia did something that shattered his world: she tied the wild Terry to the chair. She wrapped the ropes around her under her perky breasts, over her knees, at the ankles and the forearms were tied to the arms of the chair. Just like himself, Sofia fastened the vixen to the chair at the key binding points. From her pocket, Emma’s mother removed a blue cloth identical to the one adorning Mike’s mouth. She gave a quick kiss to Terry’s brow, went behind the chair in front of the curtained windows and applied the gag. The speed, strength and the movements of her hands as they formed the knot at the hem of the lithe girl’s neck were uncanny. Just like him, the cloth had moulded itself to her face. Mike was flabbergasted to see the dominant completely dominated. Sofia whispered a tender word into the girl’s ear who closed her eyes in response.
Sofia walked towards him until her legs blocked most of his view. For what seemed like an eternity, the amazon crouched down to meet his eye line. She held his chin up with the elongated fingers of one hand while the forefinger of the other traced his frozen lips. He felt the ticklish sensation of her black polished nail through the blue cloth.
- I have just a few more thing to say to you before we begin. You see Theresa? I will put her feet right in your face. I will tie them to your head, and hook the ropes to the ones binding your back. Listen to me carefully. I have bound and gagged her because she must not move. She must not make a sound. This might be hard to understand, but you must trust my judgment. You must trust my judgment that until this is over, you cannot think of Terry as a person anymore. She is not a human. She is an oxygen tank. Your oxygen tank. The aroma of her soles is your source of life. Your must inhale her feet.
Finally Michael, whatever I do, whatever your body feels, do not bottle it in. Laugh, scream, and moan as hard as you can into your gag. Shiver, quiver, shake and stretch your bindings to the breaking point. Do so without hesitation. Allow yourself to feel every single sensations and emotions. However, you have to release them just as quickly as they go through you. And please for God’s sake, do not forget to breathe into Terry’s feet. Now, say “yes” as loudly as you can through your gag if you understand me.
Mike had trouble to take this all in. Sofia’s concerned but commanding face was his whole world. He did not know what to think. His curiosity was peaked, but her instructions were worrying. Sofia’s were now on the sides of his face. Her thumbs were rubbing his temples. He knew he had to trust her.
- ymm!
Mike screamed his reply, but it came out as a tiny squeak. He was baffled. How was Sofia able to gag him so tightly with a simple cloth? His mouth was not even stuffed. What kind of knot did she use?
- Ok.
The forty-year-old beauty placed Terry’s feet as she said she would. His feline friend’s soles completely obscured his vision, his nose rested in the cup formed by her joined arches. He inhaled the familiar aroma or her feet in wait of Sofia.
The woman was kneeling by his medium sized feet. She closed her eyes and executed a special breathing exercise for a minute or so. Terry was a passive observer to all of this. She did not know how to feel about that. It was not what she preferred, but she could never go against Sofia’s will. She always knew what was better for Emma and her. The mature beauty finished her exercise and bended over to Mike’s right big toe. The round appendage entered her mouth and she went to work.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP HPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSSSSSSSSFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFPHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGM MMMHHHHHHHH!!!
It was as if his big toe was a conduit for lightning to strike every single nerve endings in his body. The swirl of her tongue, the tip of her teeth, her lips all moved in an uncanny way. He felt everything. As she moved up to his second toe at a snail’s pace, his body was thrashing wildly.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHH!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! !!!
The sweet comforting scent of Terry’s feet coming into his lungs was only thing allowing him to remain conscious under the atom bomb level of pure unfiltered arousal coursing through his being at faster than light speed. He breathe in. He breathe in Terry’s aroma with the thirst of a man lost in a desert. He heeded Sofia’s warnings. His mind, body and soul could now do nothing but feel, externalize and breathe in and out. He was no longer a part of this world.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The amazon was just beginning to taste the top of the ball of his foot…
*****
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Pleasure.
Ecstasy.
Life had no meaning to Mike Tanner. There was nothing, but the pleasure and the ecstasy of Sofia’s worship of his sensitive feet.
- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Her incredible mouth had meticulously charted both feet in their entirety from every nook and cranny. She went from the right big toe to the right heel before linking up to the left heel and going down to the final toe. Then, after three hours, Sofia Delgado’s lips detached themselves from his left big toe. The shock made Mike take one last breath of Terry’s soles before he passed out. His body was stiff as a board.
The sound of a creaking door made Sofia turn. Emma was standing before her, the leather panel gag in her hand.
- You’re awake honey?
- Yes. I did an hour ago. I was spying through a crack in my door.
- Did you keep your gag until just now?
- Yes… mommy, what you did… it was… it was…
- I know honey. It’s a good thing you kept your gag. If you had screamed in shock, you might have broken my concentration. That would have been unfortunate.
The curvaceous girl walked to Mike and cautiously stroked his neck. She felt his whole body shiver under her fingers.
- Careful Emma. He might be unconscious, but he’s still enthralled.
She let go of him, and walked to the unfamiliar sight of a bound and gagged Terry. She kneeled next to her and caressed her arm and cheek.
- What did you do? How…
- I was not always the librarian of a quiet town, honey. Before I had you, I discovered many things about the human body, especially my
own. What I did to him was complex, and overwhelming. It explored the uncharted territories of his soul and made him ascent to an altered state of infinite pleasure. Come dinnertime, with our love and care, we will bring him back to our plane of existence. He will still be the same
Mike that you girls love, except for one thing.
- What?
- The sensitivity of his ticklish flesh now heightened, his soul will crave our ticklish touch forevermore.
*****
Michael Tanner was in the land of dreams. There, he was buried to his shoulders in an endless plain of sand. His bare feet were peaking above the ground. A bright scarf orange was tied over his mouth, effectively gagging him. He was not alone. Three barefooted figures in light silk robes stood around him. One at each of his foot and one by his head. Their faces were obscured against the harsh sun. The figures sat down. It was Emma, Terry and Sofia. Terry put her toes under his nose as Emma and Sofia took hold of a foot. The daughter was playfully tickling the foot while the mother was worshipping it.
Mike muffled screams echoed throughout the endless desert, but there were only the four of them into the void. In the land of dreams, the girls would never stop.
For the rest of his life, when young and one day old Michael Tanner pictures himself in his mind’s eye it will be as a young man who is bound, gagged, barefoot and tickled.
He had discovered perfect happiness.
The End.