It started as a fun little joke…
“Wouldn’t it be funny if we took some photos of your feet? Maybe we could sell them online!”
Who would want to see photos of my feet? I thought to myself.
“Do you think anyone would want to see them” I asked him.
He seemed shocked by my response; “Oh, you thought I was serious?… Yeah lots of people would I think.. You have pretty feet” He added shyly, and looked down at the ground.
He was just a friend after all – we had never talked about my feet, or anything like that before… but it seemed like this wasn’t the first time he’s been thinking about this.
I looked down at my bare feet resting on a couch pillow next to him and started to move my toes around, stretch out and arch my feet. Red toenails catching the light when I curled them.
“Okay let’s try it!” I said. I thought I had pretty feet, and if other people wanted to see them, then why not!
“OKAY GREAT!” he said a little too excitedly, then quickly pulled back quickly. “I’ll grab my camera…”
(Your CAMERA?! I thought – Has he just been carrying a full huge camera around in his bag?? Or has he been planning this for a while?…)
“But I think I’ll need to moisturize first!”
“Don’t worry” he said, and a cheeky, sly smile grew across his face… “I can help with that”.
We move to my room and I’m laid out across the white sheets, feet sliding across the bed and as the camera clicked.
“Now move them like this. Now arch your toes back. Now rub them together”
He was alive with passion and excitement… he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
“Hold them up here.”
I didn’t want to let him know I was having fun. It felt nice getting all the attention. Having him so focused so intensely on my body, how I was moving and feeling. “I could get used to this” I thought.
“Now turn around and lay on your stomach – Feet back so I can see those arches.”
…I shouldn’t have worn a shirt… But I did as he told me. I wanted to please him.
“I’m going to try something… People will love this!” and he reached down into his bag.
“Oh… okay” I said – still laid on my stomach, face resting on a pillow. Unable to see what he was grabbing.
Then I felt a gentle, but rough weight across my legs. I realized he had brought rope with him!
“What’s that for?!” I asked – This wasn’t what I expected from this shy, gentle friend I’ve known for so long!
“Just trust me”. He said and began to loop the rope around my ankles…3 times… 4…
“I do trust you… I just hope you know what you’re doing…” I said softly, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.
He pulled a knot tight, and the rope firmly gripped my ankles together – A lot tighter than I was expecting!
It felt great. I couldn’t help myself from letting a gentle moan escape, and even though the sound was muffled by the pillow, I knew he heard it. His hands started moving more confidently now, looping around, back and forwards pulling tighter and tighter as the rope ran between my toes and pulled them back into an exposed arch.
I loved the sensation and felt a warmth grow through my body… it spread through me… it ran down my thighs…
“Hold this” he commanded, and handed me the rope to grab behind my back. “Hold it tight”
The second I did, he used the rest of the rope to loop around my other hand and before I could react to what was happening he pulled it tightly into place and I realized that both of my hands had been bound together! He gave the rope one final pull and my wrists and ankles pulled together making my whole body arch and forcing a sharp surprised squeal out of my mouth!
“Are you having fun there?”I said with a dry tone – trying to tease him, trying to take back some of the power in our little role play. “Is this still about taking photos?!”
The rope held tight and I could feel my body start to struggle against the position… But I couldn’t help it… I wanted more.
“You talk too much” he said… and I saw a deep red ball gag slide in front of my face and he pushed it deep into my mouth.
“mmmMMMmMmm”
I tried to talk back. To tell him how surprised I was that he was into this kind of thing. To tell him how much my body craved more of his attention. More of him. But all that could came out was a moan.
I began to drip. I heard the camera click again.
And I realized we were just getting started.
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