Adult Image Library 2/Adult_Image_Library_Volume_2.iso/stories/tndrfoot.txt

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There was once a mistress named Cynthia.  She was a gorgeous physical
specimen: 5'11", long brown hair, blue eyes, 135 pounds, 36-24-36
measurements and a dominant sensuality that controlled the male or female
she that desired.  She was skilled in using whips, chains, and other tools of
dominance. She exuded strength and control; there were no weaknesses in her
manner and nature which could be used to control her.  She had built her
personality by submitting herself to other mistresses, who would administer
pain and torment without mercy.  Cynthia, after much practice, would never
crack, no matter how intense the pain was or how strong the binds were.
Indeed, Cynthia was in control Until Lynn moved in next door.  At first sight,
Lynn was anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long blond hair and blue eyes, 95
pounds.  She looked like a promising slave, with her slight build and gentle,
little girl voice, which belied her 22 years of age.
Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond over for an
introductory chat.  The mistress offered Cynthia a drinkIAnd anotherI And
another.  The effect of the imbibing would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and
thoughts.  "You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was such a
pain.  My back is killing me.
Cynthia sensed her opportunity.  "Lynn," she replied, "why don't you have your
boyfriend rub your back?"  Lynn looked at her.  "hyly, she confessed that "oh,
I'm not seeing anyone right now.  I'm rather bummed out on guys."  Lynn
flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with Cynthia.  With that, as if a signal
had
been sent and answered, Cynthia sat down beside Lynn and started to gently
kiss her neck.  Lynn melted into her arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her
back and neck.  Lynn soon fell into a deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her
close.
The next morning, Lynn awoke to a shock.  "he tried crawling out of bed, but
found that she had been tied to the bed, spread eagle.  Her nude body
squirmed against the ropes.  "Well, I packaged you quite well!" Exclaimed
Cynthia. "I know that you are a bi-now let's see if you can play the part of a
slave!"  The amazon had several straps in her hands, and wanted to build up
the tension in Lynn by gently caressing her body with the tips of the straps.
However, this produced a most unusual reaction, which changed Cynthia's
game plan.  As the tips of the straps lightly danced over the backs of her
legs, she began to squirm helplessly and laugh.  "St-t-top that!"  Cried Lynn,
"it t-tickles!"
With that, Cynthia started to poke and jab at her rib cage and underarms.  Lynn
bucked violently, screaming for mercy.  "Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch!  I c-can't
stand to b-be tickled!!!" Shrieked Lynn.  However, Cynthia was relentless and
kept the blond beauty laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out from
exhaustion.  Cynthia let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her.  Lynn
woke up moments later.
Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious.  "What the hell do you think
you're doing?  How would you like it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed.
Cynthia had a ready answer.  "My dear, I didn't get to my position in life by
being a sissy like you.  I have been in the submissive role before, under whips
and chains, and have come through admirably, even asking for more!"
Lynn then issued a challenge.  "OK, tough bitch, why not let me have a crack at
you?  You brag about your endurance to pain, so let's see you prove it!  Give
me two hours, the same amount of time you were torturing me, and you'll be
ready to do anything for me!"
Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at her.  "My dear,"
replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in bondage.  Whips, sensory
deprivation Try anything you wish!"
Cynthia then led Lynn to the torture room.  Lynn had Cynthia lie down on the
floor.  Cynthia's wrists were bound by handcuffs attached to the wall.  Lynn
then placed her feet in stocks.  The blond found herself attracted to Cynthia
feet. They were beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with
no callouses or corns.
Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her handywork; this was her first time as a
dom and she wanted it to be successful.  Lynn ignored the whips and other
instruments of torture around her, and slowly ran her long fingernails over the
soles of Cynthia's feet.  The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and squirm as
Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh.  "You think tickling me will
break me?  You're in for a surprise!  I can take whips and other pain for days!
This will be easy!" Snarled Cynthia.
However, Cynthia's show of confidence didn't impress Lynn.  Lynn saw
Cynthia's feet squirm under the stimulation from Lynn's fingertips.  Now, it
was
time to keep those feet still.  Lynn hammered in nails on each side of each
foot,
right next to the big and little toes.  With a string, she would tie her big
and little
toes to the nails, spreading the toes apart and completely immobilizing
Cynthia's size tens.  "Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!"
Lynn again began to scrape her long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of
Cynthia's feet.  Again, Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to maintain her
composure.  Cynthia was so determined, yet Lynn was so relentless, using a
small paint brush between the Amazons toes.  This caused Cynthia to buck
violently against the bondage.  On and on it went for twenty minutesI30
minutesI35 minutes.  Then, the tingling, teasing, tantalizing sensations which
engulfed her feet became so overpowering the Cynthia burst into helpless
giggles.  "Hee hee, ha ha!  That t-t-tickles!  Go ahead-k-k-keep it up!  You'll
n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn kept stimulating the soft
skin on Cynthia's soles.
One hour had now passed, and Cynthia was showing signs of weakness, as
Lynn took a ball point pen and started drawing all over her soles.  "Tee hee,
ha
hahahhahaha!  Oh G-god, that's d-driving m-m-me c-c-crazy!  My f-f-feet are
s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia, as tear began to stream down her cheeks.
Lynn napped back, "OK, bitch ready to give?"
As Lynn used the pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet
stimulated the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She screamed through
her hysterical laughter.  Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop,
if
you're going to be too much of a sissy!"  Cynthia's pride got the better of her
though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more and she would be free.  Her
tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON!  NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE FETISH IS
GOING TO BREAK ME!"
"Very well," replied Lynn.  "Now that your feet are filthy with ink, it's time
to clean
them off!"  With that, Lynn produced a bucket of soapy water and a small
toothbrush.  Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the small brush in the
water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in torturous, circular motions.
Cynthia's long legs began to quiver; her breasts began to bounce up and down.
The endless stimulation of the thousands of tiny bristles on her feet were too
much to bear.  Cynthia exploded in an anguished scream of forced laughter.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH,
HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI"  The amazon sounded
as if she was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room.  "C-C-CAN'T BREATHE-
M-MY SIDES-TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!!  OK OK,
PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE STOP NOWWWW WWWW!  I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT
DO YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING!  MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH!  STOP,
LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" Submitted Cynthia.
Satisfied, Lynn stopped.  She looked at the clock; the Amazon had cracked after
one hour and 20 minutes.  Lynn sat down beside her, caressing Cynthia's
breasts.  "Well, you aren't as tough as you say you are!  Why, you're a like a
littly
sissy teenager!" Lynn scowled.  "Just wait till I tell your slaves!"
A look of terror filled Cynthia's eyes.  "NO, please don't tell anyone!  I'll
be
ruined!" She begged.
The trap had been set.  Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon and layed
down the law.  "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet the following
conditions,"
stated Lynn.  "First, you're feet are still covered with ink.  Will you submit
to
getting them cleaned with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my
satisfaction?"
Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes Lynn, as you wish!"
Lynn smiled.  "There is just one more thing you must do in order to keep my
lips
sealed.  You must allow me to tickle your feet every day, without fail. This
will
include working on your endurance.  You must endure 2 hours of foot tickling
every day from me, until you are able to not just survive two hours, but beg
for
more and more!"
Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll die!"
Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and looked at the
contents.  "Hmmm..It seems this is a list of your slaves!  Suppose I just call
one
of them up and have them listen while I clean your feet?", suggested Lynn.
"OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia.  "Please keep quiet! I'll
submit
to your foot tickling every day!
With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed a one hour clean up of Cynthia's
tormented feet.  Once the ordeal was over, Lynn "treated" a still bound Cynthia
to a pedicure, making certain to use a pumice stone to soften what few rough
spots were present on the Amazon's feet, finishing off by painting her toenails
pastel pink.  Lynn then ordered the newly ordered slave to report for her first
tickle session at midnight the next evening.  Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia
wouldn't dare miss the appointment.

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