Sarah, who had been sitting on the couch directly behind him this entire time, had been watching his little performance with growing amusement, and after his yelp of surprise, she slid her fingertips forward into the sweaty tangle of hair directly above each of his temples, and pressed in gently, rubbing lightly. "You know Dan, I think it's sooooooooo truly cute and sweet that, before you realized you were still tied up, you tried to jack off instead of trying to escape. I just think that's wonderful. I mean, it really means I'm doing my job right, you know?" She spoke absentmindedly, as if they had already been in the middle of a long conversation, and the sensation of her fingertips against his temples felt wonderful.
She had been sitting cross legged on the couch to stay out of his line of sight, but now she slid her legs down, and lightly dangled each over one of his shoulders, so that her soft smooth calfs lay lightly against his collarbone. She bounced her legs playfully in front of him, and Dan's dick visibly tightened as he saw that she was no longer wearing her stiletto heels. Her creamy white calves were incredibly smooth, and they tapered into a surprisingly dainty ankle for a woman of Sarah's build. Her feet looked incredibly well manicured, and as she lightly wiggled her toes in front of his face, he saw that the same gleaming pink gel on her fingernails was lightly applied to the tiny nails that capped each bubbly toe.
Then she dipped her feet inward slightly, tensing her legs against him, and scooted her ass forward, so that Dan's ears brushed lightly against Sarah's soft inner thighs with every movement of his head. A slight, involuntary moan escaped him as he realized that he could feel the warm moisture of her soft mound rubbing lightly against the back of his neck through the fabric of her panties. The fingers on his temples firmed slightly, her hands gently guided his vision, and she began to lightly rub her wriggling, manicured toes against the flesh just below his belly button, lightly tracing circles until gooseflesh spread across his belly and he shuddered, making Sarah giggle in approval. Dan's cock bounced and pulsed harder now, entranced by the show, and Sarah's laughter peeled through the dressing room again. In spite of himself, Dan couldn't help but marvel again at the beauty of her laughter.
"Wooooooow, look at that dick REACT!" She giggled triumphantly, "You ARE a foot guy! Hey this next one's gonna be fun, I bet! Some guys just aren't into feet, but you can always spot the guys that are! Oh man, you had me real worried there for a second Dan! Fainting! You're lucky my friend Krista is working tonight: She's dancing here to pay for her EMT classes, and I had her come in and check on you, but she said your pulse was fine and you were probably just a little overwhelmed." She leaned forward slightly, and Dan felt the heavy weight of her breasts rest gently against the top of his head, as her probing toes continued to stroke and rub his lower belly. "I'm sorry Dan, have I been hard on you tonight?" She giggled, and her probing toes traveled lower, and lower, stopping at and playfully tickling the light bush of pubic hair at the base of Dan's cock, and then slowly traveled up to his belly button again.
The combination of sensations was so overwhelming that Dan barely had time to register that another dancer here knew about his predicament before Sarah continued. "So I figured I would move you to a less...strenuous position while we finish up. Sorry! That "cock of a 20 year old" that you're sporting makes me keep forgetting that you're so much older than me, sweetie!" Suddenly, theatrically, her right foot left his vulnerable belly, and she dangled it in the air before him, stretching, circling, and flexing. Then she lifted her thigh slightly off of his shoulder, sliding her leg outward, and arched her foot like a dancer, curling the tips of her toes. As Dan watched, mesmerized, she slowly, sensuously, dipped her toes into the bowl of slightly viscous fluid that sat to his right. She submerged her foot into the bowl up to the beginning of the arch of her sole, and pulled it out just as slowly, rivulets of glistening baby oil pouring and dripping from her wriggly toes. Moaning, he watched as she slowly slid her thigh back over his shoulder, and dipped her dripping, glistening toes onto the underside of the shaft of his cock.
The instant she made contact with his throbbing flesh, the opening guitar riff to Led Zepplin's "Stairway to Heaven" began to play. Dan almost cried. Stairway to Heaven? This woman was trying to kill him! He moaned again at the sight of her soft, dripping, glistening toes lightly tracing the length of his shaft, and when her soft sole curled around his member, he became so overwhelmed with sensation that he tried to look away. The instant he did, the fingers pressing against his temples tightened and held his gaze on the delicious performance before him, her creamy arches wrinkling slightly as her wriggling toes curled lightly against the pulsing, sensitive, edge of him. Almost unconsciously, he tried to reach forward, and his hands bouncing ineffectually against the foot of slack he had been given, causing Sarah to giggle as the rubber handle dangling from the ceiling thudded against the the ring anchored there, an auditory reminder of his helplessness.
As Dan watched in a bizarre combination of horror and hunger, Sarah then repeated the same theatrical motion with her left foot and the left bowl, and soon the dripping, writhing flesh of ten cute wriggling toes slid against the head of his cock, as her arches slid sensuously around his shaft and her slippery heels ground lightly into the root of him. "Well, Dan?" She inquired in a breathy teasing voice, and jiggled her breasts lightly against the top of his head, "I'm waiting! Aren't you gonna beg?" Despite his fainting, Sarah's accursed rules to this game came back to him in an instant, but his brush with unconsciousness had rattled him, and he felt old steely anger boil up in him again...surely he could convince this silly sinful woman to see reason? "Sarah, please," he rasped, and the first words to come out of him since he regained consciousness did so in an inhuman croak. "Sarah, this is insane. Please, this is...this is illogical! I know you're trying to prove some point here, but seriously, this is crazy!" His mind suddenly hit on a way to gain control here, and he seized on it, triumphantly "Sarah, I mean, c'mon! You've kidnapped me! I mean I know you're not planning to kill me, so you know you've got to let me go eventually! Listen, I know you don't want to go to jail over something like this...maybe...maybe we can work something out?"
Suddenly the music stopped, and Sarah's feet left Dan's cock, quivering with need and dripping with baby oil. She pushed away from him, and flipped her leg over his head before standing up in one fluid motion. Then she slowly, dramatically walked to the center of the room, and turned to look at him. She was holding the speaker (which Dan sheepishly realized was why the timing of the song's start had been so miraculous, and how the music had cut off so suddenly now), in one hand, her arms crossed under her heavy breasts. Her eyes were hard now, and she looked very unhappy with him. "I'm sorry Dan, maybe I misheard that." she said quietly. Her eyes flashed at him, and he suddenly became quite frightened that he had made a very foolish misstep here. Her earlier threat to "punish" him if he didn't behave, echoed through his mind. "Did...did you just threaten...to blackmail me?"
Dan gulped, and quickly began to backtrack. "Sarah...Okay. Wait, maybe...maybe that wasn't the right thing to say here." Sarah silenced him again with an impatient wave, and angrily exclaimed. "I mean...HERE I thought we were finding common ground, that we were getting to know each other. You were learning about how beautiful, and intelligent, and talented, and how selfless I am!" She gesticulated wildly with each adjective, and despite his sudden terror, Dan was again mesmerized by the way her body quivered and bounced. "I mean, here I am, giving you lap dances, giving you hand jobs, blowing you, titty fucking you, trying to give you what you've been LITERALLY begging me to do to you all night..." She stormed over to the makeup counter and grabbed a small pink towel, lightly wiping the baby oil off of her hands and her tits in businesslike, angry motions. "And then you try to BLACKMAIL me?" She spread her hands interrogatively, appearing to physically invite a response, the pink towel flailing absurdly in her left hand as she did so, but the moment he opened his mouth to weakly apologize again, she rolled her eyes and scoffed, speaking over him.
