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Kidnapped By A Woman
(Posted on Wednesday, April 28, 1999)
This story was submitted by Bedouin2.
Unfortunately, his e-mail is bouncing back. His link has been disabled.


I've got another story for you, the second to last of my foot/tickle fetish experiences. It began 3 months after the break up of my previous romance (my blind date experience, to be exact). We (my band & I) were playing at a club downtown (& I must say we tore the roof off the place).

One of the club's waitresses seemed to take a liking to me & bought me drinks (on the house) ... seemingly, every hour. Now, I'm not much of a drinker but I was able to contain my developing stupor. I recall one of my band members remarking to me that the woman was trying to get me drunk for some reason. We both laughed at this & joked about it (while on & off stage) ... but I must admit, the drinks were starting to take their toll during the last set. Thank God I managed to finish the set.

When the club closed & we were dismantling some of our equipment, I started having difficulty in keeping my balance. At that point the waitress who'd been giving me all the drinks stepped up & convinced me that I was in no condition to drive myself back to the dorm (on my motorcycle). I didn't argue (she was so obviously right). Anyhow, one of my partners took my bike home while the woman gave me a lift (in her car).

First we drove to an all-night eatery, where we had a cup of coffee & some breakfast together, then she stopped off at a convience store for some milk. As she left the vehicle to purchase her item(s), I remained in the car & eventually fell asleep (waiting for her to return).

When I awoke I found myself in a strange, but confortable bed that wasn't my own. It was a spacious room, with it's own fridge, t.v., VCR, stereo, & microwave. I was fully naked, lying under satin sheets. At that moment I knew what had happened ... the woman who drove me home took advantage of me (in my drunken state) & took me to her apartment or home. I didn't mind. It was nice to be seduced by a woman, or so I thought.

As I snuggled into the sheet I noticed something around my ankle & to my surprise I was tied to the bed (with a thick piece of nylon cord). The rope was long enough for me to walk around the room but not long enough for me to reach the bedroom door. The bed (itself) was bolted to the floor. What the hell did I get myself into?

Finally, my hostess returned to the room. She was dressed in a black lingerie gown, stiletto-heeled slippers, a feather boa, & thigh-high nylons. She was gorgeous, & would have been even more beautiful if I had not have been tied to her brass bed.

Anyway, to make a long story short, the woman was a serious dominatrix who had a serious crush on me (much like the film & book MISERY). She had found secret things about me & was determined to make me love her. She started things off by giving me a blow-job, but just when I was about to cum she stopped & told me that if I was a good boy she'd let me cum.

Next she told me to lay down on the floor, half under the bed (putting my hands behind my head). I did as I was bidden & she slipped her delicious feet out of the slippers & put them in my face, demanding that I kiss & lick them - without touching them (or myself). Next she ordered me to rise & remove her nylons. Again, I did as I was bidden, & this time the lady demanded that I suck her toes & lick her soles. Once again I did as I was commanded, with my cock getting so hard I thought it would burst.

Finally, she laid upon the bed & ordered me to eat her out, & at the same time, tickle her feet. This lasted for 30 minutes, with her moaning & giggling and causing me to drip all over her satin sheets. When she climaxed, my face was covered with her juices (as she squirted them out). As a reward she gave me a foot-job & when I ejaculated, I almost shot across the room. After all of this we had normal sex.

This woman kept me locked in her bedroom all day until it was time for me to return to the nightclub for the next show that night. I never told my partners what had happened to me that night & the woman & I saw each other, off & on until I got out of the service & left for England (to study film-making & screenwriting). Once I left the states, I never heard or saw this woman again, but the last I heard (from the rumor-mill) was that she was in jail. For what crime, I have no idea. I wonder if it was for kidnapping? :-)

This story was submitted by Bedouin2.
Unfortunately, his e-mail is bouncing back. His link has been disabled.

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