The Tenderfoot Amazon The Tenderfoot Amazon There was once a mistress named
Cynthia. She was a gorgeous physical specimen: 5'11", long brown hair, blue
eyes, 135 pounds, 36-24-36 measurements and a dominant sensuality that
controlled the male or female she that desired. She was skilled in using
whips, chains, and other tools of dominance. She exuded strength and control;
there were no weaknesses in her manner and nature which could be used to
control her. She had built her personality by submitting herself to other
mistresses, who would administer pain and torment without mercy. Cynthia,
after much practice, would never crack, no matter how intense the pain was or
how strong the binds were. Indeed, Cynthia was in control Until Lynn moved in
next door. At first sight, Lynn was anything but dominant: 5'1" tall, long
blond hair and blue eyes, 95 pounds. She looked like a promising slave, with
her slight build and gentle, little girl voice, which belied her 22 years of
age. Being a good neighbor, Cynthia invited the petite blond over for an
introductory chat. The mistress offered Cynthia a drinkIAnd anotherI And
another. The effect of the imbibing would be to loosen Lynn's tongue and
thoughts. "You know, Cynthia," said an inebriated Lynn, "moving in was such a
pain. My back is killing me. Cynthia sensed her opportunity. "Lynn," she
replied, "why don't you have your boyfriend rub your back?" Lynn looked at
her. "hyly, she confessed that "oh, I'm not seeing anyone right now. I'm
rather bummed out on guys." Lynn flashed her soft blue eyes, flirting with
Cynthia. With that, as if a signal had been sent and answered, Cynthia sat
down beside Lynn and started to gently kiss her neck. Lynn melted into her
arms, and soon Cynthia was massaging her back and neck. Lynn soon fell into a
deep, restful sleep, as Cynthia held her close. The next morning, Lynn awoke
to a shock. "he tried crawling out of bed, but found that she had been tied to
the bed, spread eagle. Her nude body squirmed against the ropes. "Well, I
packaged you quite well!" Exclaimed Cynthia. "I know that you are a bi-now
let's see if you can play the part of a slave!" The amazon had several straps
in her hands, and wanted to build up the tension in Lynn by gently caressing
her body with the tips of the straps. However, this produced a most unusual
reaction, which changed Cynthia's game plan. As the tips of the straps lightly
danced over the backs of her legs, she began to squirm helplessly and laugh.
"St-t-top that!" Cried Lynn, "it t-tickles!" With that, Cynthia started to
poke and jab at her rib cage and underarms. Lynn bucked violently, screaming
for mercy. "Stop-you c-crazy b-bitch! I c-can't stand to b-be tickled!!!"
Shrieked Lynn. However, Cynthia was relentless and kept the blond beauty
laughing for 2 hours, when Lynn finally passed out from exhaustion. Cynthia
let Lynn sleep for a few minutes, then untied her. Lynn woke up moments later.
Lynn's eyes opened wide and she was furious. "What the hell do you think
you're doing? How would you like it if I did that to you?" Lynn screamed.
Cynthia had a ready answer. "My dear, I didn't get to my position in life by
being a sissy like you. I have been in the submissive role before, under whips
and chains, and have come through admirably, even asking for more!" Lynn then
issued a challenge. "OK, tough bitch, why not let me have a crack at you? You
brag about your endurance to pain, so let's see you prove it! Give me two
hours, the same amount of time you were torturing me, and you'll be ready to
do anything for me!" Cynthia stood proud, confidant, and she laughed back at
her. "My dear," replied the Amazon, "I've have lasted for days in bondage.
Whips, sensory deprivation Try anything you wish!" Cynthia then led Lynn to
the torture room. Lynn had Cynthia lie down on the floor. Cynthia's wrists
were bound by handcuffs attached to the wall. Lynn then placed her feet in
stocks. The blond found herself attracted to Cynthia feet. They were
beautiful: size 10, with long slender toes, and well kept, with no callouses
or corns. Lynn looked at Cynthia and admired her handywork; this was her first
time as a dom and she wanted it to be successful. Lynn ignored the whips and
other instruments of torture around her, and slowly ran her long fingernails
over the soles of Cynthia's feet. The pair of size 10's began to wiggle and
squirm as Cynthia bit her lower lip, trying not to laugh. "You think tickling
me will break me? You're in for a surprise! I can take whips and other pain
for days! This will be easy!" Snarled Cynthia. However, Cynthia's show of
confidence didn't impress Lynn. Lynn saw Cynthia's feet squirm under the
stimulation from Lynn's fingertips. Now, it was time to keep those feet still.
Lynn hammered in nails on each side of each foot, right next to the big and
little toes.

Perfect Toes has Tons of trample foot fetish with hot xxx pictures and porno movies. trample foot fetish will be sure to give you a hard on your make your pussy wet wanting even more trample foot fetish Goto Perfect Toes today and get more trample foot fetish you will not be sorry. Thousands of Pictures of trample foot fetish. And hot sexy movies with trample foot fetish

Click Here to Enter Perfect Toes - #1 Site for trample foot fetish

 With a string, she would tie her big and little toes to the
nails, spreading the toes apart and completely immobilizing Cynthia's size
tens. "Now, bitch," exclaimed Lynn, "LAUGH!" Lynn again began to scrape her
long fingernails all over the sensitive soles of Cynthia's feet. Again,
Cynthia bit her lips, struggling to maintain her composure. Cynthia was so
determined, yet Lynn was so relentless, using a small paint brush between the
Amazons toes. This caused Cynthia to buck violently against the bondage. On
and on it went for twenty minutesI30 minutesI35 minutes. Then, the tingling,
teasing, tantalizing sensations which engulfed her feet became so overpowering
the Cynthia burst into helpless giggles. "Hee hee, ha ha! That t-t-tickles! Go
ahead-k-k-keep it up! You'll n-never b-b-break me!" Stammered Cynthia, as Lynn
kept stimulating the soft skin on Cynthia's soles. One hour had now passed,
and Cynthia was showing signs of weakness, as Lynn took a ball point pen and
started drawing all over her soles. "Tee hee, ha hahahhahaha! Oh G-god, that's
d-driving m-m-me c-c-crazy! My f-f-feet are s-s-so sensitive!" Cried Cynthia,
as tear began to stream down her cheeks. Lynn napped back, "OK, bitch ready to
give?" As Lynn used the pen, the pressure of the ball point on Cynthia's feet
stimulated the soft, sensitive skin on her soles, driving Cynthia to tears.
"OH, GOD, YOU'RE DRIVING ME-HEHEHEHEHE!-C-C-CRAZYY!!!" She screamed through
her hysterical laughter. Lynn shot back, "Oh, have you had enough? I'll stop,
if you're going to be too much of a sissy!" Cynthia's pride got the better of
her though; she had survived for 75 minutes; 45 more and she would be free.
Her tortured reply was, "NO-POUR IT ON! NO TRAMP WITH A TICKLE FETISH IS GOING
TO BREAK ME!" "Very well," replied Lynn. "Now that your feet are filthy with
ink, it's time to clean them off!" With that, Lynn produced a bucket of soapy
water and a small toothbrush. Cynthia's eyes opened wide, as Lynn dipped the
small brush in the water, then begin to slowly scrub her left heel in
torturous, circular motions. Cynthia's long legs began to quiver; her breasts
began to bounce up and down. The endless stimulation of the thousands of tiny
bristles on her feet were too much to bear. Cynthia exploded in an anguished
scream of forced laughter. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHH,
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH, HAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEI" The amazon
sounded as if she was in agony, as her hysterics filled the room. "C-C-CAN'T
BREATHE- M-MY SIDES-TH-TH-THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE!! OK OK, PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASSE
STOP NOWWWW WWWW! I GIVE, I GIVE, WHAT DO YOU WANT, I'LL DO ANYTHING! MY FEET
ARE TOO TICKLISH! STOP, LYNN, PLEASE!!!!!" Submitted Cynthia. Satisfied, Lynn
stopped. She looked at the clock; the Amazon had cracked after one hour and 20
minutes. Lynn sat down beside her, caressing Cynthia's breasts. "Well, you
aren't as tough as you say you are! Why, you're a like a littly sissy!" Lynn
scowled. "Just wait till I tell your slaves!" A look of terror filled
Cynthia's eyes. "NO, please don't tell anyone! I'll be ruined!" She begged.
The trap had been set. Lynn looked down at the beaten Amazon and layed down
the law. "OK, I'll keep quiet, but you must meet the following conditions,"
stated Lynn. "First, you're feet are still covered with ink. Will you submit
to getting them cleaned with the toothbrush, until they are cleaned to my
satisfaction?" Cynthia, anxious to get out of this mess, replied, "Oh, yes
Lynn, as you wish!" Lynn smiled. "There is just one more thing you must do in
order to keep my lips sealed. You must allow me to tickle your feet every day,
without fail. This will include working on your endurance. You must endure 2
hours of foot tickling every day from me, until you are able to not just
survive two hours, but beg for more and more!" Cynthia screamed, "Never!! I'll
die!" Lynn then picked up a little blank book sitting on a table and looked at
the contents. "Hmmm..It seems this is a list of your slaves! Suppose I just
call one of them up and have them listen while I clean your feet?", suggested
Lynn. "OK, OK YOU WIN!" Shrieked a terrified Cynthia. "Please keep quiet! I'll
submit to your foot tickling every day! With a satisfied smile, Lynn completed
a one hour clean up of Cynthia's tormented feet. Once the ordeal was over,
Lynn "treated" a still bound Cynthia to a pedicure, making certain to use a
pumice stone to soften what few rough spots were present on the Amazon's feet,
finishing off by painting her toenails pastel pink. Lynn then ordered the
newly ordered slave to report for her first tickle session at midnight the
next evening. Somehow, Lynn knew Cynthia wouldn't dare miss the appointment. 

Sexy trample foot fetish - Hot trample foot fetish in these Xxx Pictures and Porn Movies at Perfect Toes