I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GRAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ryan started at my feet. No reaction. They were too calloused from years of running to be sensitive. He moved from my knees to my belly. Nothing. I went down to turn on the TV while Dena walked straight to the cellar with the rope and put it in the wash. I heard the machine go on. I almost fainted, he called me beautiful, he even made specimen sound like the most deep thoughtful and meaningful compliment. My heart melted.

Dena gave me that evil grin. “No, it doesn’t,” she said, inching over to me and putting her arm around me. “I guess I have to decide whatever is more HUMILIATING for you, huh? Being tied up by one girl or two. Tough choice.” Anything?” He laid down, that round butt facing me, as his face was level with my feet, lying ontop of me. I felt the stiff bristles of a toothbrush begin raking up and down my soles, with special attention to the toes, holding them in place. You will be kept here as my slave" This thought didnt sound so bad for me because thats practically what i do at home...I was walking through the eerie Middleton woods in Leeds, U.K. I always liked to adventure the Middleton woods as a child and even now as a teen (15) I was walking down a familiar path, but it was foggy so I was stumbling more frequently than I would have usually. That is so gross and cruel, Dena!” Marisa laughed. “Stinky feet! Oh, we are so cruel, Jessie, aren’t we? Don’t you love being our hostage?”

Well, we’ve got all kinds of rope. I guess cotton is the softest. What do you need it for?” Marisa asked. What are you looking for?” Marisa asked. “You want to tie his hands and feet, that’s all? Or hoist him up or something?” OhohoGODHEAHAHA PLEHEHASEHAHA STAHAHAP, I’LLDHEHA DOOHOHOHOEHEHE ANYTHINHINGHAHEAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA!”A couple years ago, when I was 20 or so, my ex-girlfriend Amy taught me a lesson I'll never forget. We were still kind of friends, but for many reasons I was very obnoxious and arrogant with her, annoying her to no end. She finally had it and decided I needed to be brought down a few pegs. About 15 minutes had passed when everything got quiet. I got nervous and decided I needed to move. I squirmed out of my hiding place, got to my feet, turned…and there was Marisa! I screamed into my gag and ran down the pile of carpet, only to fall and land on one of the lower piles. Marisa ran in and pounced on me, pinning on this same pile of carpets. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing Water gushes down Barb’s legs, through the grate beneath her. She wails with every straining push, shitting the enema out, her asshole straining and squeezing in surges. Unfortunately, I’m not happy with the ropes I use to kidnap you anymore. Mostly their my jump ropes, and it’s always possible I could tie you up too well and have to cut you loose. Then I’d have to cut you loose, and I’d need new jump ropes. You see?” Dena said, finally ungagging me.

I started at his feet and gently ran my fingers across the soles. Ryan started squirming, his face lighting up with pure joy. I moved to his knees. No response. I inched towards his belly. I spider-fingered my hand across his stomach. My movement was met with an outburst of squealing laughter. I stumbled my senses going into overload trying to absorb the sight of him, his manly sent and the sound of his sexy erotic voice. When I stop the tap and disconnect the nozzle, Barb keeps screaming. Her asshole spasms around the plug, but she’s too tight to leak. Her flat little belly is bloated out from all the water.

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Short Story Writing | Writers | Read Online | Writing Contests | Writing Software | Writing Journals | Writing A Book | Writing A Novel God, Dena! Isn’t that gross? I mean, your feet?” Marisa exclaimed while I yelled into Dena’s latest foot-gag. He explained although im 'never going to want the 6 hours to end' he has to tie me down to stop reflexes.

GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAA!! GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHT IT OUHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”And with that, she tied my feet at the ankles with very little problem. Then she tied my knees and dragged me over to the futon. As I got there, the doorbell rang! It was Marisa! So I make her do it again-- "Hhurgh!"-- and again-- " Uuuuurghh! Gk, gkkk--"-- and again until her stomach surrenders the last dribble of puke.