The Rental, Part 2
(Posted on Tuesday, October 10, 2000)
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For Part 1 of The Rental, Click Here

I sat on the workbench and looked at Mary, asking her, "Why am I tied to this bench with no shoes on ?"

"Well," Mary replied, "a little bird told me that you can give foot tickles and torture but you can't take it, so I'm going to see how much you really can take?"

"Please Mary, let me go. I won't say anything to anybody about this." She looked at me and smiled as she started to undo the restraints around my ankles.

"Thank you," I said as I swung my legs around off the bench. In a way I was a bit disappointed because I thought that Mary had other plans and I was curious.

"Not just yet," she replied as she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards another piece of  equipment.

Mary looked a me and asked me to remove my skirt. She told me that if I refused, she'd remove it for me. I looked her as she smiled at me while I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. I stood there in black stockings, no shoes, a suspender belt and a blouse with no bra.

"Lay down on the floor and attach these to each ankle." She told me.

At this point I was more than a little curious. I was also intrigued and somewhat turned on. I wondered what she had in mind, though I could guess since she gave it away when she had mentioned foot tickling. So I followed her instructions. I started to fix a leather strap to each ankle. I noticed that each strap had an eye on it. Once I had fixed on each strap, Mary lowered two nylon cords from the ceiling and attached each one to each ankle. A She pulled, my legs were lifted up towards the ceiling. Before long my legs were at her head and I was dangling helplessly. My blouse was now around my neck which exposed my naked breasts.

Mary looked at me hanging from the ceiling and said, "Let me get ready for some fun now." She sat down and removed her trainers and socks, exposing what I thought were her bare feet. I was wrong. As she walked closer to me, I could tell that she was wearing very sheer natural coloured tights.

She stood in front of me. I could smell he sweetness of her feet in front of my face as she placed her hands on my leg. She moved her hands slowly upwards towards the ceiling and to my stockinged feet. Her fingers touched my right sole. I jumped. "Please, please don't!" I cried out.

She caressed my toes. It felt wonderful, but it also tickled. I laughed. "Please, no!" But she continued.

She tickled the base of my toes through the stockings. It was a delcious tickle torture. I wiggled, but couldn't get free. One of her feet was moving closer and closer to my mouth. "If only I  could suck those toes." I thought to myself. "It would take my mind off the tickling."

To be continued ... Click here for Part 3