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This is a storyline series we did ealier this year. An investigative journalist goes to a local fetish club to peer into the steamy underworld of foot fetishism. Dolled up in a tight black dress, hose, and heels she sets out to get her big exclusive. She's drugged and taken away from the club. Her dress is gone, exchanged for her a set of work clothes...oddly her heels and hose remain. He she is right before she wakes up.
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Now awake, she wonders, where am I? What's that around my wrists and ankles???
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A hand grabs the gag and pulls her up into her seat. The gag slips between her lips.
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A look of terror flaces across her face as her captor reveals how she will spend the remainder of her days.
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Her picture is already in the brochure. Ironically it's the portrait that appears with her daily column in the newspaper. Below that, a picture of her barefeet....and a price list.
1 HOUR FOOT TICKLE: $500.00 ADD ICE CUBE AND BASTINADO: ONLY $300 MORE!!!
AVAILABLE FOR BACHELOR PARITES BY THE HOUR. SPECIAL DISCOUNT FOR WEEKEND RENTALS!!!
She was the only tickle slave in the history of the operation to make more than 5 escape attempts.
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After 2 escape attempts, most of the tickle slaves were sold off to harems in the Middle East where escape meant digging out of a stone dungeon 30 feet below ground. But this one, she was special. The other tickle slaves became less ticklish over time. 15 to 20 minutes of foot tickling and they started to react less...boring the clients. Not this one....there was something about her feet....they got more ticklish as time went on.
They didn't want to lose her so, unfortunatley for her, she spent 23 hours a day bound in her cell.
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Still, when she wasn't alseep, she fought constantly against her bonds. Anything was better than another "foot party".
For some reason, nylons made her feet 10 times more ticklish. The men, and women, that attended the parties seemed to enjoy watching her racked up feet twirl in cirles as they tormented her with feathers and fingers and whatever they could find.
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The bondage crowd was the worst. It wasn't enough she was living her life in constant bondage...they always wanted her to move even less than she already could.
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...BUT THERE WAS ONE CLIENT SHE HATED ABOVE ALL OTHERS....
He came twice a month and he always rented her for an hour. All he ever did was pull up a chair at the foot of the bed and read a book as she laid perfectly still for the hour.
"If you move, even wiggle a toe, or if anything falls out of place"...no, she wasn't going to think about it. What he'd said was too awful. She put it out of her mind.
She always knew when it was his day. He insisted on having her gagged. Mouth packing was her least favorite gag, not a bit of air got past that damn gag. His days were the only time her employers (ha ha) ever put shoes on her feet. Sneakers, her sneakers, from her apartment. How they got them she didn't know...nor did she really care anymore. Sneakers without socks, in that hot room they kept her in just for him.
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As she lay on the bed, hands stretched out over her head, ankles tied tightly to bottom of the bed, struggling to breath from her nose....her least favorite client sat at her feet reading the newspaper. The same newspaper that she used to work for.
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How did it ever come to this????
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