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47,700 words
Published December 2021
“And what is this?” Helena said, pointing to a wooden device on the floor at the end of the bed. It was about three feet long, was not tall enough to come even with the bed, and the top appeared to be made of two boards. It resembled a hope chest or a foot locker more than anything else.
“Oh… Goodie!” exclaimed Pam. “That’s a new punishment device Nadine purchased. Let me show you.”
She proceeded to open four hasps on the edges of the top section. Then the two boards that made up the top slide out, one to each side. Revealed inside was what appeared to be two pillows, one along each side and a smaller one at one end. That was all.
“See these semi-circles cut out of the tops section?” Pam told them as she pointed to two half ovals cut out on the edges where the top panels came together.
“That’s not the right shape if it’s supposed to be a neck hole. And it’s too big,” Helena pointed out.
“It’s not meant as a neck hole,” Pam said. “Help me with Mary and I’ll show you how it works.”
The first step was to take Mary and sit her on the edge of the bed. Her ankles were tied together and then rope placed around her legs just above her knees. Mary looked on with serious interest. This was some kind of punishment or game or something, but the important part was that it was happening to her.
At Pam’s direction, the lifted Mary to her feet, which were placed at one end of the box with her back facing it. The two of them then lowered her backwards until she was resting on her back in the box.
“Notice how the padding supports her body so that she’s not laying directly on her tied arms,” Pam said. “You know how uncomfortable it can become if your weight is on yours.”
She was correct. The padded sides allowed her arms to fit between them. Her head rested on the smaller pillow at the end. But, her legs were sticking out because the box was far too short for her to stretch out. Helena questioned that, to which Pam replied, “Watch.”
She took Mary’s ankles and pulled them back over her. When her knees were about in the middle of the box, she pushed the legs down until her knees were pressed against her chest. Pam then took one of the top panels and slid it into the groves one side. The wooden panel slide easily up until that oval cutout was resting against her legs, just below the knees. Well, below if she were standing up. The other panel was slipped into the groves on the other side. Its oval cutout came up against her legs just below her knees, at the tops of her calves.
Pam closed the hasps and inserted padlocks into each. That locked the panels firmly in place.
Inside the box, as the panels slid into place and the light disappeared, Mary was making a squealing noise as she realized just how she was restrained. She was on her back, her legs doubled up and her claves and feet sticking straight up out of the hole in the middle. She wiggled some and quickly found that the ropes and padding held her body in place, and the lids held her thighs pressed against her abdomen and chest. The wooden hole was just the right size to keep her from moving her legs and feet. Wiggling her bare feet was about all she could do.
Pam was grinning. “Ingenious, isn’t it?” she said. “It holds her immobile but comfortable enough to stay that way for a long time.”
“I can’t move,” Mary called from within her wooden prison. She wiggled her feet. “That’s all I can do.”
“Can’t escape, can you?” asked Helena.
“No,” came the muffled reply. “I’m helpless.”
“More than you know,” said Pam. Turning to Helena, she added, “Does this suggest anything to you?”
“You mean… Oh, yes!” she answered delightedly.
Pam sat on the box, directly over Mary’s head. Calmly she reached over and teased the bare bottom of on foot. The reaction was immediate and violent. Mary cried out in alarm and panic. Her feet twisted the small amount allowed them. It was, however, a useless attempt to avoid the tickling fingers.
Helena sat on the other end of the box and began an assault on Mary’s left sole. Pam was working on the right one. Between them, they quickly reduced Mary to giggling, pleading and highly uncomfortable captive. Between the gasps and laughter, there were heartrending pleas for mercy. Fortunately, the box muted much of the sound, or the neighbors might have become alarmed.
The two women sitting on the box could feet the slight movements inside as Mary fought against the ropes and the box. It was a sensation they both enjoyed. They were playing the dominant role for Mary’s benefit, but both were submissive enough to have enjoyed such abuse themselves. And undoubtedly would again.
“She’s fighting pretty hard,” Helena commented as she struggled to hold onto one foot.
“I’ll fix that,” Pam said. From the dresser she fetched a length of strong cord. It was only half the thickness of the rope but nearly as strong. While Helena held both feet, Pam looped the big toes with the cord half a dozen times then cinched the cord down and knotted it. About two feet were left trailing off. With the toes tied, she treaded the excess through the rope around her ankles and pulled. When she could force Mary’s feet no more, she tied the cord off.
That simple bit of bondage severely limited the movement of her feet. The toes were pulled back towards her ankles, which made the feet arch as if they were in extreme high heels. Which, in turn, presented the bare soles as inviting and stationary targets.
They wasted no time in again attacking the soft and so sensitive flesh there. Only now they didn’t have to fight to hold the feet steady.
No one kept track of the time, but it was at least ten minutes and probably closer to fifteen before the two of them tired of the game. The pleas from within the box had ceased, being replaced with sobbing. There comes a time, they both knew, when the tickling of a helpless woman ceases to be a laughing matter and becomes a real torment. For the victim, of course. The tormentors would have continued but their fingers were tired and needed a rest.
“Come on, let’s go see what Nadine and Lucy are doing,” Helena said. “I can’t imagine that nothing is happening to Lucy. She was already tied up. Saves time, you know. I’ll bet that Nadine has her in some very uncomfortable condition. Hell, she might even be tickling the poor girl! There’s a lot of that going around.”
As they got up and headed towards the door, Pam said, “You know, Nadine might tie you and me up. Then she’d have all of us tied at the same time.”
“Remember the time last year when she did that. All of us were hogtied and gagged on the floor. Then she locked herself into a cuff-tie with the key in a big ice cube hanging from chandelier. It must have taken two hours for that ice cube to melt and drop the key. We all had to stay hogtied until then, even her. It was fun!”
Pam grinned. “Maybe we could suggest that to her. I remember what it was like quite fondly. We were all naked. Since we had nothing else we could do, we tried our best to make love to each other.”
“Yeah, that was very interesting. There was a lot of sucking tits and licking cunts that day!”
Behind them, in the blue bedroom, a faint voice was calling out.
“Hey! Girls! What about me? Oh, shit, they’ve left!”
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