Postby milagros317 » Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:02 am
It was Saturday morning, July 16th. Jay had been the willing bondage slave to Kristine for almost three weeks. He was awakened, quite early as usual, by her mother, Alice, tickling his feet.
“I love that you’re tied up every night so that I can wake you up with tickling every morning,†said Alice.
There was a big grin on her face as she held back the toes of his left foot with one hand while tickling his sole furiously with a plastic hairbrush held in her other hand. After about ten minutes, she switched to his right foot. She hummed to herself as she tickled his right foot to her heart’s content, tickling in rhythm to the song.
Finally done with his morning tickling, she unlocked his wrists and ankles from the four padded cuffs.
“Take care of your bathroom chores and report to the kitchen for breakfast. Be wearing only your bathing suit,†she told him.
After breakfast, Jay expected that the sisters and their mother would order him down to the family room, as usual, for what they called the standard barbell tie. Instead, Kristine took him by the hand and led him outside to the backyard. He was surprised to see a tent pitched there, and his eyes widened.
“Yes, my sisters put up the tent just as I was putting you to bed last night,†said Kristine. “While you were licking and licking my bare soles, they were setting up this big tent. For a change today, you’re going to be staked out on the grass, inside the tent. That tent has no floor. It will keep the sun off of us all and keep the neighbors from seeing anything, but you’ll be able to enjoy the feeling of real grass on your back. Then we plan to tickle you insane, to tickle you into the jelly state, until you’re a quivering, quaking, blob of ticklish flesh, totally helpless and utterly defenseless, laughing into your gag and sobbing into your blindfold, for hours and hours. What do you think about that? You may speak.â€
“That’s just the way things should be,†said Jay, looking at her with adoring eyes.
“Yes, that’s just the way things should be,†said Kristine, kissing him on the forehead with genuine affection. “You really are a very docile and obedient slave and that pleases me.â€
Having now entered the tent, Kristine gestured that Jay should lie on his back. He did so, stretching out his four limbs so that his wrists and ankles were near four large stakes that had been driven into the ground.
All six women set to work tying him down. Alice was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with no bra, and thick white athletic socks with her running shoes. Her five daughters were similarly dressed above the ankles, but all barefooted.
Kristine herself put his hands and forearms into clean knee socks before tying his wrists, very securely, to the two large stakes near to them. Katherine pounded four smaller stakes into the ground, two near each of his elbows. She tied his arms, both above and below each elbow, to those stakes. Kelly pounded four smaller stakes into the ground, two near each of his knees. Kerry, right there with her, tied his legs to those stakes, both above and below his knees. Karen tied his ankles to the large stakes near them. She then tied each of his toes back, with fuzzy yarn, to the ropes around his ankles.
Alice told him to open his mouth and popped a soiled, grimy, sweat-stained gym sock of Kristine’s into it. She wrapped duct tape around his head so that the sock was securely held inside his mouth. She took a pair of goggles, intended for swimming, and put them on him. But these goggles had been altered. The formerly transparent lenses over his eyes had been painted black, both inside and outside. Soft cotton had been glued inside as well, so that it would be pressed against his eyes. Finally, Alice drove two more small stakes into the ground near his neck. She put a small pillow under his head, one that just fit between the stakes. She then tied the D-rings in his collar to those small stakes, restricting movement of his head.
All six of them stood up and surveyed their work with approval. Other than wiggling his fingers inside the knee socks, Jay had very little freedom to move at all. He was stretched out spread-eagled, helpless to their touch.
“This stake-out on the lawn looks very secure and very amusing,†said Alice. “And I like the goggles very much, they go with his bathing suit. Now let’s tickle him until he goes insane.â€
Within seconds, there were 12 hands eagerly tickling Jay, tickling his collarbones, neck, armpits, ribs, belly, knees, and feet. Various brushes were at hand to use as well, and the six women tickled him without a pause, sometimes changing the implement they were using so his skin wouldn’t get used to any one particular form of tickling sensation.
Within ten minutes he was laughing so hard that he was crying, sobbing into the goggles. They continued tickling him, happy that he was so sensitive and so very ticklish.
“Twenty minutes, stop to let him catch his breath,†said Kristine.
They all stopped while Kristine, who had been tickling him under the arms, listened closely to his breathing. After a few minutes, she was satisfied that he was back to breathing normally.
“Resume,†she said to her sisters and mother, and they did so eagerly.
“You’ll always get rest breaks to be able to breathe well,†she said to Jay. “I love tickling you so much! It would be easy to tickle you until you passed out, but I’ll never do that. That would be mean. No, it’s much more fun to let you recover and tickle you almost to the point of passing out, over and over and over again, for hours. Tickling is the perfect form of light torture. It does you no harm, you recover from it quickly, and yet it shows you how dominant we are, your ticklers, driving you crazy, making you laugh hysterically, as much as we want, for as long as we want.
“My dear little tickle toy! My dear little bondage slave! I thought it might take all summer to train you into the perfect slave, but you’re there already. So docile, so obedient, so eager to be tied up all the time! You must be a natural submissive, you take to it so readily. Well, you’ve found your paradise here. All of us and going to dominate you and tie you up and tickle you, all summer long. Enjoy it, my slave!â€
Several hours later, it was time for lunch. The five sisters all went into the kitchen to have theirs. Alice come back outside to the tent with two strawberry flavored protein shakes. One she fed to Jay, after taking out his gag. The other she drank herself.
Kristine came out to the tent just as Alice was finishing her shake.
“Good timing,†said Alice. “I’ll go inside now and get ready for my tongue bath. You can watch him. Take his goggles off, I want him to see what he’s doing.â€
Alice left and Kristine removed the goggles from Jay. She saw that the cotton inside was soaked with his tears. She pulled a chair over and sat down, using his chest as her footstool. She put the goggles down.
“Those can dry out while you’re giving Mom a tongue bath on her feet. You do remember that she gets it on Saturdays, I hope. Do you know what she’s doing now? Don’t answer, that was a rhetorical question. You probably noticed that she was wearing socks and running shoes while the rest of us are barefoot. That’s for a reason, but not because she’s going jogging today. No, she’s upstairs now in her bathroom, using the hair dryer. Not on her hair, she hasn’t just washed it. No, she’s using the hair dryer on her feet, still inside their socks and shoes. She’s blasting her feet with heat, to make them sweat, to make them sweat a lot. She wants you to really taste her foot sweat, to taste a lot of it, to clean it all off with your tongue. She’ll be back down here in about 10 or 15 minutes, with the sweatiest, most stinky feet that she’s ever had, all for you to lick clean. That way you’ll understand your role here, the role of a very obedient slave, whose greatest reward is to be permitted to lick the sweat off of our feet.â€
Kristine stopped talking and just tickled Jay lightly on the ribs, using her bare toes to prod and poke him. She was still doing so when Alice returned.
“Is this chair comfortable enough, Mom?†she asked. “Or should I bring down one of the dining room chairs?â€
“It’s fine,†said Alice, “it’s big enough to straddle his chest so I can be in position for my tongue bath.â€
Kristine got up and Alice moved the chair as she had planned, then sat down.
“Have fun, Mom,†said Kristine, going back to the house.
Alice slowly removed her shoes. She held them down to Jay’s nose, sticking the inside of each shoe over his nose, and ordered him to sniff. He smelled each shoe, sniffing deeply.
“What do you say?†she asked. “Speak.â€
“Thank you so much for allowing me to smell the inside of your shoes,†said Jay. “It was an honor.â€
She slowly pulled off her socks, both deeply stained with sweat. She held each one to his nose and he sniffed deeply, with needing to be ordered.
“What do you say?†she asked. “Speak.â€
“Thank you so much for allowing me to smell your socks,†said Jay. “It was a great honor.â€
“And now I want my tongue bath,†said Alice. “It may take you all afternoon because my feet are so sweaty and so stinky. Begin!â€
Jay began to lick her left sole which she placed on his lips. He licked and licked with full extension of his tongue, over and over again. He sucked her toes when commanded. He licked every portion of her foot as she placed it in position. The aroma was quite overwhelming but he kept to his job, licking her bare foot clean, licking reverently and gratefully.
Two hours later, Kristine came out to see if Alice was done.
“I’m having too much fun to let him stop,†said Alice to her. “Come back in about another two hours. He’s really an excellent foot-licker. He doesn’t let the stink bother him, in fact I think he really likes it, at some level. He’s quite eager to please and takes instruction well. This is so nice, I want it to go on forever. Make that until dinner time, will you? Just before dinner time, come back and let me know that my dinner is ready. It’s Kelly’s turn to cook tonight, if I remember correctly.â€
“Yes, it’s Kelly’s turn,†said Kristine. “I’ll be back when dinner’s ready.â€
When Kristine returned at 6:30pm, Kerry and Karen were with her to help in untying Jay from the elaborate stake-out. Alice withdrew her left foot from his tongue and spoke to him.
“That was a fine tongue bath, young man. Thank you. Now what do you have to say to me? Speak.â€
“Thank you ever so much for allowing me to lick your very lovely bare feet,†said Jay. “It was a very great honor. Thank you!â€
Alice stood up and placed one bare foot firmly on his chest.
“You’ve found your true calling, Jay. You make an excellent slave and I’m sure that your owner, Kris, is proud of you. Now they’ll untie you.â€
Even as she was speaking, the three sisters there were untying Jay from all the stakes.
“When you’re untied,†said Kristine to him, “run upstairs and take a shower. Put on a clean bathing suit and report to the dining room for dinner.â€
It was after dinner and Jay was back in the standard barbell tie down in the family room. All six women were tickling him. Kerry and Kelly were each raking one of his soles with a plastic hairbrush. Karen was tickling his kneecaps with both hands. Alice was tickling his rib cage, kneading his ribs one by one, up and then back down again. Karen was tickling his armpits, digging in with all ten fingers. Kristine, sitting comfortably on the carpet near his head, was tickling his ears and nostrils with a soft brush while talking to him.
“Such a ticklish baby boy! We’re having so much fun, tickling you insane, that we might just never stop. So much fun! Every time you wriggle and squirm it inspires us to tickle you more. Every time you sob, it inspires us to tickle you more. Every time you laugh into your gag, it inspires us to tickle you more. Poor little baby Jay, so very ticklish and utterly helpless, just the way you should be.â€
“It would be wonderful to just keep him here as our bondage slave forever,†said Alice. “He makes such a good foot-licker, I can’t bear to give him up.â€
“I’m afraid that his mother and her new husband, Sam, will be back in August, Mom,†said Karen. “And they might be more than a little peeved if you don’t send him home to them on schedule.â€
“I know,†said Alice. “I was just day dreaming. It would be perfect to have him as our very own bondage toy, our tickle slave, our personal foot-licker, always and forever.â€
“MY slave,†said Kristine, “my bondage toy, my tickle slave, my personal foot-licker. But of course he would be under my orders to serve all of my sisters and my mother.â€
All six of them laughed at Kristine’s possessiveness but also welcomed the thought of having the very ticklish, very submissive Jay as their property, for their amusement.
The tickling continued, with brief pauses to let Jay return to normal breathing. He was clearly in the jelly state, laughing almost silently into his gag, sobbing into the cotton in his goggles, quivering slightly but in no way resisting, giving himself up totally to the tickling, surrendering totally to his owner. They tickled and tickled him, keeping him in submissive bliss in his helpless bondage.
At 11:30pm that night, Jay had been locked into his cuffs and tied to the bed, as usual. Kristine, sitting in a chair by the bed, had had her bare soles licked as usual, but had asked for 500 licks on each sole this time. As she was about to get up and kiss him goodnight on the forehead, she noticed an urgent look on his face. She settled back into her chair.
“You look like you want to say something, Jay. You may speak.â€
“I just wanted to tell you how much I love you,†said Jay. “I love your mother and all of your sisters, but you most of all, Kristine. What your mother said is what I really want, to stay here forever in this house, to be nothing but your slave, your property, your bondage toy, your tickle toy, your personal foot-licker, forever and ever. I love you and worship you and want to serve you forever and ever, Kristine.â€
Kristine got up and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
“That’s what I want, also,†she said. “I wish it were possible. I love you, too, my dear little bondage slave. I love most of all when you’re in the jelly state. I don’t know if you realize that’s what we call it when you’ve been tickled so much and for so long that you don’t even struggle any more, just like there and quiver like a bowl of ticklish jelly. I think Mom loves you best when you’re giving her feet a tongue bath. I really love that, too, but not as much as having you in the jelly state, just a blob of ticklish flesh, all mine to tickle and tickle and tickle, forever.â€
“I didn’t know that you called it that, but I know what you mean,†said Jay. “In my own mind I call it ‘the bliss of surrender’. It means I can barely make any sound laughing any more, I’m laughing quietly in my gag, I’m crying slowly but steadily, and I can’t move. It’s not really that I can’t move, I don’t even want to move any more. I’ve surrendered to the endless tickling, surrendered and accepted it, and it’s wonderful, it’s agony but wonderful at the same time, I have no problems, no worries, no cares, all I have to do is lie there and be tickled, that’s all I have to do and I love it. I love it so much! It’s pure bliss. I wish you could keep me that way, in what you call the jelly state, forever and ever.â€
“I wish that, too,†said Kristine, again kissing him on the forehead.
Without another word, she left him tied to the bed for the night, content.
EPILOGUE
Samuel and Betty, Jay’s mother and stepfather, returned from their honeymoon on August 21 quite a few hours later than scheduled due to airport delays. Jay was driven home by Alice the next day, Monday, with his belongings.
Most of them had never been used, of course, as Jay had spent the whole summer wearing only his bathing suits. He didn’t bother to tell his mother that, nor did he inform her of what had been done to him in the eight weeks she was away.
Within a few days she and Samuel told him that his mother’s house had been on the market while they were away and that a buyer had been found. They would all be moving to Samuel’s house, in a town 40 miles away. This horrified Jay since it meant he would be far from Kristine and her family. He had been vaguely aware that Samuel, of course, had lived in a house of his own, but somehow he had been under the impression that that house would be sold and Samuel would be moving into his mother’s house.
“But we’ll be so far from Karen, how will she be my babysitter any more?†he burst out with, without time think.
“You’ve forgotten,†said Betty, “that I told you when your turned 13 in March that you don’t need a babysitter any more. Most young men would welcome that. I think you have too much of a crush on Karen, anyway. You’ll soon be interested in girls your own age.â€
Jay didn’t explain that it was really her youngest sister Kristine that he loved, and that she was his own age. He somehow didn’t think his mother would understand.
Things worked out just as badly as Jay anticipated. Samuel’s house turned out to be huge, over 20 rooms. Jay hadn’t known that Samuel was so wealthy, but it mattered little to him. Going to a better school meant nothing to him either, since he was now far from Kristine, who he still thought of as his owner.
His mother was right in the long run. In due time, he did become interested in girls his own age at his new school. Unfortunately, whenever he mentioned tie-up games to them, they treated him like a freak and broke off seeing him. He was sad, and longed for the summer of bliss that he had once known.
The years passed. Jay went to college and graduated. He got a job that he didn’t much like, working for a big insurance company as a software engineer. He never found a woman who would treat him as a bondage slave, a tickle toy, a foot-licking servant that she cared for and appreciated. He had been to commercial dungeons and paid professional Dommes to reenact some of the events of that summer, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t really love him the way Kristine had, they were only going through the motions. He was not a happy man at 23, ten years after his summer of bliss.
Tragedy struck. His mother and Samuel were in their car on the New Jersey Turnpike when a drunk, driving an SUV at about 110mph, smashed into them from the side, sending their car spinning off the road. They were both killed instantly. The drunk survived and went to jail for two counts of vehicular homicide. That was little consolation to Jay who had really loved his mother and been genuinely friendly with his stepfather.
Samuel’s lawyer handed him all of the paperwork, including the accountant’s reports and the brokerage statements. After paying all state and federal estate taxes, Jay was richer than he had ever dreamed possible. He was shocked at how much Samuel had had invested and now realized that the one 20-room house in which he and Betty had lived had been modest compared to what he could have bought.
“You can do anything want to now, young man,†said the lawyer. “It’s all settled now, you are free to do as you wish.â€
Jay nodded and left without another word. The first thing he did, the very next day, was quit his job, which had never much liked. He had the luxury of telling his boss and his boss’ boss at United General Life Insurance Company exactly what he thought of them.
Jay got his affairs in order, invested his vast inheritance the way he saw fit, sold Samuel’s house and furniture, and moved into a hotel near the Newark airport. He was a rich man, aged 23, unencumbered by a fixed residence or by any job or close relationships.
Kristine had been shocked to hear from Jay. Not that she had forgotten him; she remembered the summer of his bliss at her house very well indeed. She had heard that the family moved 40 miles south and, by a few years later, presumed that he had moved on with his life to other girlfriends, presumably. She never expected to hear from him again, certainly not now, a little over ten years later. But she agreed to talk with him, in the very house where he had been her bondage slave.
Jay arrived on a Sunday afternoon at 2pm. He had only a briefcase with him. He was greeted at the door by Kristine.
“Wow,†he said as a greeting. “You really did wind up taller than your mother. And you’re more beautiful than ever.â€
Jay began to kneel down to kiss her shoes, but Kristine hoisted him up by his elbows and stood him up again.
“None of that,†said Kristine. “I’m willing to hear what you have to say, but don’t start by kissing my sneakers. And yes, I wound up at 6’5â€, two inches taller than my mother. Size 13 feet, too, a full size bigger than her feet. I’m the youngest but the tallest of all my sisters. Katherine is only 6’ 4 ¾â€, and I never let her forget about that quarter of an inch. I hope don’t mind if Karen and my mother join us in the dining room. The three of us still live here.â€
Jay just nodded and walked with her into the dining room. He saw Alice and Karen sitting there. Karen, now 26 by his reckoning, was about the same height as her mother now.
“I was very sad to read about your mother and Samuel in the newspaper,†said Alice. “We are all very sorry for your loss.â€
“Thank you,†said Jay. “I appreciate it.â€
“What are you doing now, Jay?†said Kristine.
“Actually, I just quit my job,†he answered. “I used to write software for United General Life Insurance Company. You can’t image anything more boring than that. But I’m here to talk about my future, what I hope to do.â€
“Nobody here can help you get another job,†said Kristine.
“That’s right,†said Alice. “I’ve unemployed now, also, with my benefits due to run out in three more weeks. The company I worked for went under. Kristine and Karen work at the W.O.W. Center, you remember, Women Only Workouts. It doesn’t pay that well, and, to be honest, we’re struggling to even stay in this house.â€
“Kerry and Kelly are both married,†said Kristine, “with kids of their own, too. Well Kerry had two and Kelly one and one more on the way. Katherine has a life partner, Helen. I guess she never liked guys much. She and Helen live in California now. Karen’s been married and divorced, and she doesn’t want to talk about the bum she married, so don’t ask her. But none of us can help you with your future or with a new job.â€
“It’s not that I need a new job,†said Jay. “I quit when the estate was settled, when I saw how very rich Samuel had been. He and my mother never discussed money with me, except to tell me not to worry about them paying for college. I was shocked at how much I inherited. I quit because the job was so boring and the people I worked for were such stupid, conceited morons. I had the luxury of telling them that, in detail, the day that I quit.â€
Jay took out the briefcase and handed the papers in it to Kristine. He eyes widened and she handed them to her mother who passed them on to Karen.
“Why didn’t he have a winter home in Aruba, maybe, and a summer mansion on the shore on Cape Cod, and a skiing retreat in Switzerland?†asked Alice.
“I guess all he cared about was his business, working to make it grow, and then about my mother, after he met her. They rarely traveled after that big honeymoon trip,†said Jay.
“Fifty-five million dollars,†said Karen, with the awed tone of a woman who had been trying to see how to scrape together a few thousand in time for the next mortgage payment on her mother’s house, in which she lived by necessity.
Jay got out of his chair and prostrated himself on the floor at Kristine’s feet. This time she didn’t stop him as he kissed and kissed the tops of her running shoes, over and over again.
“That’s enough kissing, you may speak,†said Kristine.
“Kristine,†he said, “I want you to be my owner. I want to be your bondage toy, your tickle slave, your devoted foot-licker. I want to serve you and obey you forever and ever.â€
“That sounds quite agreeable,†said Kristine, now smiling.
“You should marry him, Kris,†said Alice. “It will be more secure that way.â€
“I will be honored to be your husband as well as your slave,†said Jay, still at her feet. “You know how much stamina I have as a foot-licker. I would be glad to lick you anywhere else that gives you pleasure, or not if you don’t wish it. I would be at your service, in any way that you want, 24/7. I would expect to be kept in bondage, 24/7. You would decide exactly how I serve you and I would always obey you. I will of course serve your mother and any of your sisters who are here or who visit here.â€
“Yes, say yes to him, Kris,†said Karen. “I’ll babysit him whenever you need me to, I promise.â€
“Yes, Jay, I will marry you,†said Kristine.
She placed one running shoe firmly on the back of his neck and pressed down slightly.
“You will be my husband and my slave, mine to do with as I see fit,†she said. “I will love you and cherish you as my bondage toy, my tickle slave, and my personal foot-licker. I haven’t decided yet whether to allow you to lick, um, elsewhere. Maybe I’ll see if you deserve it after a year of devoted service. Bondage 24/7 is a given, you’ll be tied up all the time. A permanent tie-up game, I love it!â€
And so it was agreed, and so it was settled. They all lived happily ever after.
The End
[For those of you who liked this fictional story, don’t worry. It won’t be my last one here.]