
I had met Lizette at a house party and we hit it off immediately. We date for about 4 months before I shared my interest in bondage with her. Happily, she was receptive, even slightly dominant, and I had many quick attmepts at tieing her hands and feet when we could get some quiet time alone (we both lived with our parents).
One weekend, a family member asked me to house sit for two days. Joy of joys! Now I'd be able to explore Liz' aptitude for bondage in greater depth. We arrived at the home and shared a meal. We sat in the backyard for a while, chatting and laughing. I loved that Liz enjoyed being barefoot and she often came to my car for beach days of drives without any shoes. Great gal! Well, she had already kicked off her slip-ons as we sat outside and had her feet tucked up against her on her chair-petite size 6's but with long toes, perfect for what I had in mind.
"Are you up for a challenge?" I asked her.
"Sure. What did you have in mind."
"First off, its going to be inside. Come with me." Liz got up and padded into the living room area with me.
"Turn around," I told her. She immediately responded. I had brought my bag of ropes, bandanas and other tools for our games and brought out a length of nylon rope. I crossed her hands behind her back and bound her wrists.
"Ooo, what do you have in mind?" Liz asked.
"I'm glad you asked. Stand here." I then walked around the living room and placed my car keys, a pencil, a hair brush, a tooth brush and a quarter at differnet spots on the carpeted floor. "Okay, here's the challenge. You have to walk to each item, pick it up with your feet and bring it back to me. You can only get one item at a time and you only have five minutes to get them all. If you fail, I'm going to tie you in the strictest tie you've experienced. If you win; you can tie up me. Deal?"
Liz was always game and agreed in a heartbeat. She must have had great confidence in her long toes. I sat on a lounge chair and she walked over to the keys first. They proved no problem as she easily picked them up between her big and second toes and walked (left foot down and on her right heel) over to me, depositing them in my lap. Only 20 seconds had passed, but they were the closest and easiest item and I like my chances. The toothbrush was next, easily snagged between the same toes and the pencil came soon after. She showed-off when she brought the pencil over, not in between her toes, but clenched beneath all of them in a "foot fist" that left beautiful wrinkles on her soles as she placed the pencil into my lap. Only about 2 minutes down and only two to go.
"You're going to look good tied up," Liz told me as she rubbed her bare foot on my thigh, teasing my crotch."
"Don't be so sure," I scolded, "You've got two more."
The hairbrush was touch. It was the rounded type with a thick handle that made grasping with toes difficult. I imagined the bristles working her soles, but pushed that thought aside for later. Liz did great and brought the brush to me. One to go and about one minute left.
Ah, that wonderful quarter. She struggled to grasp it. She tried between the toes, gripping with toes and using her other bare foot to prop it up for easier grasping, all without success. I could see the concentration on her face and added to her misery by counting down the seconds-15-14-13. Then the worst! She managed to get it gripped under her big toe and was coming back to me. I continued the countdown, but its going to be close......