Foot Parole, Part 2
by

Vanessa

Published on Friday, January 25, 2008

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After the coat of light pink had been applied to Amanda’s painfully cuffed toes, and they were given more than ample time to dry, the cuffs were removed but her feet would not be unfettered for long.  Immediately, shackles were applied to her bare ankles while she knelt one the cold concrete; handcuffs were added as well, which confined her wrists behind her back.

Decked out in an orange jump-suit that ended mid-thigh in skirt form, Amanda was led by her arm up several cases of steel stars, the tight shackles making her assent to the cellblocks a painful one. She had been issued a pair of tenuous flip-flop sandals, but she was told to carry them, and not to put them on her feet yet; this added a little insult to injure, Amanda figured.

“Access to fifty-six,” the guard hollered, and then the metal-barred door slid  its way open. The cell was no larger than 8’ x 10’ with bunk beds on the left-hand side and a toilet and sink at the back.

“On your knees,” the guard commanded after they had passed into the cell.

Amanda did as she was told, and the leg-irons and handcuffs were removed.

“Enjoy,” the guard scoffed as she exited the cell. Her departure was followed by the loud slam of the heavy cell door.

Amanda dropped her sandals, and then rubbed some feeling back into her wrists. She was checking out her surroundings when a voice from the top bunk rained down. “It looks like my bitch has arrived.”

She turned to her left to find a dark-haired woman sitting in the top bunk with her back to the wall, and her bare ankles dangling off of the top bunk. Her muscular calves were just below eye level, and Amanda noticed that the woman’s toes were painted red.

“Excuse me?” Amanda said, looking up at the woman.

“I am Cindy, and you’ll be my bitch as long as I’m higher on the bow than you.”

“Higher on the bow?”

“The color rainbow, stupid. The tint of your toenails, comprende?”

Amanda glanced down at her feet. Red rings from the toe cuffs still circled her big toes. She hadn’t gathered her bearings enough to fully comprehend what was happening.

“Now, get on the gate,” Cindy ordered.

“The gate?” Amanda inquired with a puzzled look on her face.

Cindy let out an irritated sigh, and then hopped down from the top bunk. “You got a lot to learn, chica,” she said, getting behind Amanda and abrasively guiding her to the barred cell door that was heavily bolted to the brick walls on both sides of it.
Amanda thought about resisting but the brute strength in her cellmate’s hands and arms made her decision to remain submissive an easy one.

“Spread your feet, get on the second bar from the bottom, and grab the bars above you head,” Cindy commanded.

Without hesitating, Amanda did as she was told. Before she knew it, she was up on the “gate” with her nose poking through the gap in the bars. From her new vantage point, she could see the cells across the corridor, about six cells in either direction. She noticed that several of them also had prisoners on the “gate.”

A woman directly across from her was also on the gate, but she was completely naked as she stood on the bars. She had beads of sweat rolling down her bare chest, and she was softly moaning in discomfort. Amanda could clearly see her supple breasts poking through the bars, and she noticed that the young Latino’s toes were a shade of maroon. 

About five minutes into her ordeal, Amanda started to feel the pain in the arches of her feet. Ten minutes in, she began to shift her weight, rotating from the balls of her feet to her heels, and then back to the arches. It was about then that the poor woman across the way was relieved of her torture. A smaller woman (who’s toes were painted brown, she noticed) told her that she could step down, and then they both disappeared behind the bricks just to the left of the cell door.

At the twenty-minute mark, the pain became excruciating for Amanda, and she, too, began to sweat. At this point, she contemplated stepping down from the bars but her cellmate must have been reading her mind.

“Don’t even think about it, Chica,” Cindy warned.

It was at least twenty minutes longer before she finally heard Cindy’s voice order her to step down. The pain from the tips from her toes to the balls of her feet was unbelievable.

“Now,” Cindy said from the bunk above, “climb up here.”

Amanda again did as she was told, and thought for sure that a new type of torture awaited her. But she was in for something completely different indeed.

Cindy was sitting on the bed with her back resting against the far wall, and her feet out in front of her. “Sit just like I am, but across the bed from me,” she ordered.

Amanda followed her directions, and stretched her legs out towards her tormentor’s so that they now rested between those of Cindy. To her surprise, Cindy began to rub her sore feet, caressing them, and then switching to a deep tissue massage. After about ten minutes of heavenly rubbing, she witnessed her cellmate removing her prison-issued panties. She grabbed Amanda’s right ankle and put it up to her crotch.

“Now please me,” Cindy ordered.

Without thinking, Amanda began to work her big toe in and out of Cindy’s clit, followed by the next four toes, one by one until her whole foot was making the pass in and out of the warm, wet pussy. To Amanda’s surprise, this action was actually starting to make her horny as well!

Still exhausted, and weak in the knees, Amanda took up residence in her bottom bunk, and began to rub her own feet. To her surprise, her soles were hardly sore at all anymore, and the pure agony of the “gate” had turned out to be a small price to pay for the benefits that followed. She felt ashamed to admit it to herself, but the orgasm she had just experienced was better than that of any she had received via a male partner.

Amanda was unaware that this was just a taste of the crazy, roller coaster of events that would unfold as her stay in the prison wore on.