by Sofia Connor
The older man turned to his helper and whispered "Sevens" as he closed the front door behind them. The younger man nodded in approval.
Rachel turned and said, "Excuse me?"
The older man informed her that he was reminding his partner what time their next drop off was. She had no idea they were guessing the size of her feet.
Rachel showed the men where she wanted everything and they commenced to work. She really didn't have much to move in anyway. The men opened the back of the truck and climbed inside. The looked at each other and smiled again. It didn't need to be said that they wanted Rachel's feet in the worst way. They had to hatch a plan on how to get her.
"I bet her feet are really ticklish" the old man began "They look so freakin' soft. If needed we can just jump her from behind and tie her up with some of these furniture straps!"
The younger man was more level headed. He knew she might get them arrested if they tried the frontal assault. God knows he wished they could capture her the old man's way, but it was too risky.
"Let me try and sweet talk her" the younger man started "Did you see the way she was looking at me? She likes me. We can use that to our advantage."
The men started the process of moving her stuff in. With each trip inside they saw Rachel's feet in different positions. Once the bed was assembled they came in to find her laying face down on the bed plugging in a lamp on the other side of the bed. She had her knees bent back showing them her dirty soles as they walked in. The old man couldn't take what he saw and he started to move in on poor Rachel.
The younger man quickly grabbed him by the arm and held him back. "Not that way" he whispered. Soon the movers had completed their job. It was a warm day and they were visibly tired. Rachel offered them a seat and fixed the men a cool drink. As they slipped their drinks the telephone rang. It was Jim on the phone! She excused herself and walked out on the deck to talk in private.
As they chatted Rachel flexed her feet getting a little horny as Jim said how much he missed her sexy feet. Little did she know the movers were fixed on her feet. She could feel them looking somehow and decided that if they were in fact looking, she was going to give them a little tease.
Rachel showed off her soles and made it a point to stand on her tiptoes, which made her beautiful calf muscles tighten. Now it was time to see if her tease was working. She hung up the phone and headed back inside.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude," she said.
Rachel sat down on the futon next to the younger man and crossed her legs. Both men were looking! She finally knew for sure that they liked her feet. Now it was time to have a little fun with them, or so she thought. She pulled her camel saddle chair over in front of her and propped her feet up.
"I hope you don't mind me putting my old nasty feet up in front of you. It's just been a long day." Rachel smirked.
"Oh no ma'am. Not at all. In fact me and my partner were just commenting when you were on the phone that you have really pretty feet." The younger man said.
Both men got up and knelt down in front of the stool. "How about a foot massage Miss?" the older man inquired.
"One man for each foot. Now that's the way a girl should be treated!" Rachel joked.
The men spread her legs a little to give each of them enough room to work. The younger man went to work on her toes. His strong fingers pulled on each of Rachel's toes and he slid his fingers between each of them too. The older man was much more into her young soles. He grasp her foot like a sandwich and used his large thumbs to stroke her sole from heel to toe and then back again. He remarked how soft her soles were and complimented her on taking care of them.
Rachel just smiled and thought to herself "I've still got the power!" Rachel's foot massage continued for over an hour. Her feet felt like heaven and she was getting horny from all the attention. All good things must come to end sometime and the balance of power was about to switch.
The older man ran his fingernail up her sole and Rachel snapped out of her blissful state. She jerked her foot back and laughed out loud.
"A little ticklish are we?" the old man said with a devilish smirk.
Rachel told them that she was and asked them to please not do that again.
"Tell you what," the old man said, "If you can sit still for fifteen minutes of foot tickling. Me and my partner will take you out to dinner wherever you want to go."
Rachel knew of an expensive restaurant she wanted to eat at, but couldn't afford. She agreed to the bet.
"Now that means no jerking your feet away. You must leave them sitting here and endure the tickling," the younger man stated. Rachel placed her sexy ankles together and closed her eyes. The old man slowly ran his fingernail back up her soles. She gritted her teeth and held on to the futon. The tickling stopped. She opened her eyes to see them looking at her with a smile.
Quickly the old man held her ankles down as the young man wiggled his fingers up and down her soles with a fever pace. Rachel recoiled one of her strong legs and out of reflex her legs shot back out and kicked the old man in the head, knocking him to the floor.
He sat up with an angry look in his eyes and said, "Hold her". The younger man held her ankles down as the old man pulled out some rope.
"That hurt Rachel. I'm going to make sure you don't do that again."
That being said he quickly bound her narrow wrists together running the long piece of rope down and binding her knees together as well as her ankles. Rachel was visibly nervous about being tied up by two strangers.
"We not going to hurt you Rachel," the young man said. "But you do need to be punished for kicking him in the head."
Her feet were tightly bound to the camel saddle. She tried to move them but that was impossible. Finally the old man pulled out his handkerchief and blindfolded her. Rachel begged to be let go. Her pleas fell upon deaf ears. The men commenced once again to tickle her feet with their fingers and whatever other objects were around. Rachel thrashed about as much as the ropes would allow.
Her sweet innocent eyes filled with tears of laughter. The men took delight in pressing a fork they found, deep into Rachel's soft soles. The fork seemed to drive her mad! It felt good to her on one hand, but the ticklish feeling was borderline madness. Her helpless feet flopped around like a fish out of water. All her thrashing was causing the ropes to dig into her skin and leaving behind deep marks. The tickling was non-stop; Rachel even felt a little bit of drool run out the side of her mouth. She was laughing so hard she could neither breathe nor swallow.
Rachel's fits of laughter became mixed with moans of pleasure. The men looked at one another and smiled. They knew that they had accomplished their goal of turning their victim into a girl who was truly enjoying her captivity.
"Sounds like somebody is starting to have fun", the old man joked.
"Please don't stop", Rachel pleaded.
She ground her hips around and tried to pull her hands into her lap. The rope prevented that. The younger man knew it was time to move the tickling to the next phase. The old man stepped back as the younger man bent down and placed a kiss on Rachel's big toe. The kiss caught her attention and she bit on her bottom lip. Rachel knew what was next and she also knew how much she enjoyed having a mouth on her tender feet.
He started off smelling her feet by running the tip of his nose from her little heel to her toes and then between each toe.
"God her feet smell good" he commented as he made room for the old man to come in and see for himself.
Being the dominant that he was, the old man slapped her soles with his hand after he had smelled every inch of her bound feet. The young man knelt back down and started licking Rachel's soles with flat, broad strokes of his tongue. When he got to the balls of her defenseless feet, he stopped and used his teeth to chew on them. This feeling sent Rachel into a fit. She bucked her hips and tried to press down on his face with her feet. The chewing tickled so badly, but it also made her extremely horny.
She knew that she was close
to the brink. She begged them to let her "have it". With that, both men went to work sucking on her toes like they were foot demons. It wasn't long before Rachel's moans turned into screams and she was driven to one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever had. Her body fell limp, and also lifeless as they untied her. They laughed at her when she asked if they could stay the weekend with that silly smile on her face. They agreed to stay under one condition; that she be their slave for the weekend and do whatever they asked. After the orgasm she just had, how could she say no?
They told her to put on some pants and shoes that showed off her feet. Once in her car she was ordered to always keep her feet on the dash.
Anytime they passed a car Rachel had to take her shoes off and put her feet on the windshield. They figured they might be able to attract a third or forth guy to have fun with her too.
Rachel enjoyed taking direction from the men. She was a natural submissive. She was treated very well and the men were polite to her. They didn't want to hurt her; they just enjoyed having her do whatever they wanted. The next day she was told she was going to the beach. On the drive out her feet got more than a few stares from the men they passed. Who could miss them way up there on the dash.
Once on the beach Rachel was order to set up her stuff and lay out on her tummy. They positioned her right next to a huge group of guys. They sat hidden from them and watched her go over there alone and lay out her beach things. One of the men even came over and offered to put lotion on her. She had to let him and the men noticed how the strange man even managed to massage the oil into her feet!
After teasing the men on the beach, Rachel was told to pack her things and return to the car. They headed straight home. Once inside she was told to stand up with her hands behind her back. She was again blindfolded and tied up.
The ropes felt tight on her body, but she liked it that way. She wasn't even allowed to change out of her bathing suit! Rachel was helpless lying there as the men took pictures of her tied up. She hated the words "hog tie", but found that the actual position was quite comfortable. The men rolled her around so they could get pictures from each angle.
The next day they even made a pair of stocks to lock her in! How kinky were these guys? Finally the fun had to end. Rachel knew that it was over, but she enjoyed every last bit of it. They had enjoyed smelling her feet after her daily runs and licking between her toes of course! They had even managed to find a few local guys who had foot fetishes in the area to come by and enjoy Rachel's bare feet.
She found that to be the kinkiest thing they "made" her do. She chatted with each of the local's online and made times for each of them to come over. They were strangers who just came in and went to work smelling and licking her young feet. She didn't even know two of their names! Rachel had never been this open before! Before the movers left they ordered her on the floor and took many more pictures of her bare footed.
Rachel enjoyed posing her feet for them. She didn't care how, as long as it pleased the men. As they left Rachel knew she had them eating out of the palm of her hand. The balance of power had shifted back into her corner. Little did she know, but she was the one with all the power all along!
The End.
Ashley's First Job
Ashley had been working at her first real "grownup job" for 2 months. She had been hired straight out of college as the "Admin Assistant/receptionist/general dogsbody "for a small IT security firm. The interview process had been fairly lengthy-in the current job market, any firm hiring could afford to be picky. She had been convinced that she had no chance, since she had no related experience, but was called back for a second interview, and informed that she would be filmed for the interview, and would be expected to wear the uniform provided.
So, she showed up, changed into the outfit provided, nothing too remarkable, save the extreme tightness of everything, and the shoes were sexy but WAY too high-heeled to wear to work. She was asked to read certain phrases, walk around the room, then bend over the desk, and while standing, to type, awkwardly, in this position. It was odd, it felt more like a tryout for a film part than a test of her admin skills...
She left the interview having no idea how she had fared, and mentally prepared to hit the pavement as soon as she got home to see what else would turn up...
But when she got home, there was a job offer waiting for her in her inbox. She would start the following Monday...
At 22, she was newly-engaged, the youngest woman in the office, and certainly the most attractive. Sparkling, mischievous hazel eyes, full sensuous lips, lustrous auburn hair, and the body of a porn star-she was an undeniable asset to the company as she was the first person that any walkin visitors encountered. She dressed fairly conservatively, professionally, because she wanted to be taken seriously for her abilities, and she really didn't need to guild the lily. Plus, it wouldn't be productive to make the older women in the office hate her more than they already did...
"Ashley, I need to see you in my office, right after you lock up"
"Yes sir, Mr. Scott."
A few minutes after 5, she had shut down the computer, and locked the front entrance as directed. She walked down the hall and thru the antechamber where Mr. Scott's personal assistant, a total bitch named Julia, had worked. Ashley learned that Julia had been terminated over the past weekend. She found herself in Mr. Scott's spacious office. He sat behind an enormous desk, partially hidden from view by the three large monitors ranged on the gleaming desktop.
He rolled himself backward, away from his desk and imperiously beckoned her come around to his side of the desk. On the desk she noticed her copy of the employee manual, her signature across the cover page, and incongruously, a roll of duct tape. "I need you to look at something and then tell me what you think I should do, Ashley." Pointing to the center monitor, he motioned her into the space that he had just vacated. She bent forward slightly, uncomfortably aware that his face was very close to her ass, and peered at the screen.
To her horror and dismay, she saw her personal gmail inbox, [email protected].
"Open that one from someone named Josh , dated just today, if you please," he said silkily.
With trembling hands, she found the mouse and opened the mail. Immediately, as though pressurized, two large thumbnail jpgs of her unfolded on the screen . The pictures had been taken today in the car immediately after lunch.
"Download and open those please, Ms. Bruce."
She did as directed. In the first photograph she was displayed reclining in the passenger seat of her fiance's Scion XB. Her blouse was unbuttoned to below her bra, her jacket was pushed open, and the creamy tops of her breasts were nicely displayed above the sheer lacey bra. Her skirt had been hiked up just high enough to reveal the tops of her thigh highs. The coup de grace was her hands handcuffed behind her head...
The second photograph was taken just five minutes later. It was merely a close up her face. Semen was dripping from her lips, down her chin...
"Tell me, Ms. Bruce, was today some special occasion or do you make a habit of blowing men on your lunch break?"
"He is going away for three weeks. He sent me those pictures from the airport."
"Ahhh. Convenient," he said mysteriously.
"Now , Ms. Bruce, as you know, having just recently been hired, and no doubt having thoroughly read the employee handbook that you signed off on..." here he paused malevolently..."You KNOW that you are still in your probationary period where ANY infraction of company policy is sufficient grounds for termination..."
After a pregnant pause, he continued: "would you like to tell me what policies you have broken here?"
Miserably, robotically, she answered: "No personal business is ever to be conducted on company time. No non-approved application may ever be run on company computers. Accessing personal email is expressly forbidden...No inappropriate material may ever be viewed using company equipment..."
He clapped, "Bravo! That was verbatim! I see in addition to your obvious, uh, other
assets you have a photographic memory...what a shame then that we come to this choice:"
From somewhere behind her he produced with a flourish two sheets of paper. Reaching around her so that his arms were encircling her hips, he placed the sheets side by side in front of her on the desk.
"This is a little like the scene in 'The Matrix'...on your right is a standard acceptance of termination letter. It is much like a dishonorable discharge in the military. So, if you choose to sign it, you will be lucky to get a job as a greeter at Walmart..."
Ashley began sobbing quietly .
"But on the left ," he continued, "is an acceptance of 'change of position' contract. IF you choose to sign it, you will in effect be signing away your freedom for the rest of the term of your probation...for roughly the next four months, you will, in effect become my paid slave. IF you choose to sign the acceptance letter, you will be forced to carry this..." here he produced a new iPhone..."with you at all times. You will be forced to do anything I say immediately, complying with alacrity and without hesitation, no matter how onerous, boring, or repugnant it may be. You will wear what I tell you to, and you will come and go only at my command. You will be required to arrange or provide transportation, accommodations and uh, entertainment , for clients and prospective buyers of this firm... If you do not comply immediately, you will receive immediate corporal punishment and likely termination... Do you understand?"
Ashley thought quickly, "I can stand anything for four months."
"Yes, Master."
"Oh very good. Then please sign the letter on the left. You really do have the ability to assess and execute...and I must say, I couldn't be more pleased. You may have wondered why, during your second interview, your were filmed wearing that particular costume, and required to leave your hair down? You were selected by an important suitor, a Japanese man with very particular tastes. We interviewed 30 girls for your position and you were the only one to meet his approval. So, my own feelings aside, I would have been very sorry to see you go..."