No socks allowed!

         “There now”, grinned Anne as she stood up and surveyed her handiwork. Both the cute teen girls were now bound tightly with tape at their ankles, wrists, and now additionally at their elbows and knees. It left them able to do little more than flop and flounder around on the floor and couch. And even that was a great exertion for them, tape-tied so helplessly. Angela was lying on the floor, thankful for the tickling reprieve and still panting from Anne’s cruel teasing. Sarah is now bound too, only lying across the couch as Anne finishes gagging and then taping her mouth shut. She never suspected Anne would go so far with punishing her, and was furious at her babysitter for not only leaving her tied-up, barefoot and helpless, but that Anne would include a friend of hers in such shenanigans! Sarah was furiously yelling behind her gag, and squirming around on the couch, nearly falling off onto her friend still lying on the floor.

         “As I said girls. I am in charge here, and the punishment for disobedience will be swift and – well, delightful, truth told. At least for me. Maybe not so much for you.”, Anne tells them as she seats herself at the end of the couch near Sarah’s feet.

         “You see, as your sensitive friend has discovered already, I love to play with the feet of pretty young girls like you, Sarah”, Anne smiles as she gently wraps her arm around her lower legs. Sarah senses what’s coming, and the helpless look in her eyes says it all, even as she first feels the older woman’s fingers traipsing around lightly on her delicate feet, and then shuts her eyes tight as she is forced into a solid five minutes of snickering and snorting as she flounces around, her feet mercilessly tickled, and unable to do more than wiggle slightly in place and laugh behind the thick gag.

         Poor Sarah is left a shuddering wreck from her helpless exertions, as Anne gets back up, helps Angela off the floor and into a seated position on the couch next to Sarah, who she also gently props up into a seated pose. Then Anne pulls a stout coffee table closer, so that she can extend both girls legs directly in front of them while they sit on the relatively comfy couch. Binding their ankles to the table, she now has their feet poking right off it at her lap level. Sarah’s to her right, and Angela’s to her left. Anne sits down, smiling, addressing the girls, “Now, isn’t this EXCITING? Can you girls think of any games we can play to while away the day? Hmmm? Nothing?”, she smiles as she watches the adorable feet of her prisoners wagging around, helplessly tied-off to the table so they stick off the edge at her.

         “Okay then, we’ll make it up as we go along.”, Anne sing-songs to the girls, adapting a cutesy, coy little girlish voice (think Shirley Temple) while she teases the tied-up teens. “A little bird told me that one of you is more ticklish than the other. Is that true? You both seemed to be having so much fun, laughing and wiggling around when I tickled your tootsies. So, this round, we’ll find out which of you is more ticklish. So, which one of you would like to go first?”