Part 3: A Pleasure Interlude.
Behind the door was a room with a couch whose right armrest was raised in the manner of a chaise lounge, so that you could lean back very comfortably when you put your feet up. To the left stood a small round table, the central column of which ended in three curved legs. There was a bowl with some fruits on the table. Next to the fruit bowl was a stack of small plates as well as knives and forks.
Opposite, at the other wall, was a double bed. She sat down at the right end of the couch, lifted her feet on the cushion and leaned back comfortably as far as her bound hands allowed. But that was only a minor inconvenience compared to her maltreated buttocks. She supported her right hip against the backrest so that she sat more on the left half bottom cheek, the right one hurting at every slightest touch. BB went to a bar cart next to the sofa.
"Actually I had bought a lot of champagne to ply you with alcohol," he laughed ", but now I can only offer you orange juice, cherry juice or water."
"I'm awfully fond of cherry juice, please add a little fizz."
He mixed cherry juice and sparkling water and poured himself a double whiskey soda, lightly nudged the two glasses in his hands with a "Cheers" and held the glass out to her. She leaned forward a little and took a whole mouth full, which she swallowed in small portions. After a moment she leaned forward once again for another one and again he held the glass to her lips.
"Thank you," she leaned back again taking a deep breath and closed her eyes. He put the glasses down on the wide armrest at his end of the couch, lifted her legs and put them over his thighs as he sat down. He really liked her feet. They were big and strong but by no means plump but rather well proportioned, even handsome and they were very sinewy. On the back the tendons clearly protruded down to her toes. Above the tendons ran a network of veins which were clearly visible and some were so thick that they bulged the skin.
Her soles seemed to have been treated rigorously. The skin on the ball of the foot was thick and very firm, and even thicker on the heels. On both sides and the rear of this firm skin at her heel ran a small callused border strip which had numerous tiny cracks. Also the skin in the arch of the foot was much more leathery than he had ever seen on a woman, it felt like really thick parchment. Her toenails were painted red, her little toes were slightly bent and each following toe was a little longer than the one before, making her feet pointy. Her soles were a bit dirty because she had been barefoot all the time since the shower.
Out of nowhere he suddenly sang with an impish grin " These feet are made for walking, di duby duby duhh." using the well known tune.
" Gosh," Claudia burst out laughing " the singing kidnapper."
" I always sing in the shower, be warned!"
" No, no! I like your singing, you have a great voice. I wouldn't mind having a shower with you." She gave him a tender smile, whereupon he, after a moment, looked down at her feet again.
He put his thumb on her big toe and stretched his middle finger apart to see how far it came to her heel.
"You have really cute feet, 8 1/2?"
She nodded a bit embarrassed, she had always thought they were way to big to be cute.
"Most guys think they're way too big."
"But on the contrary, I love it. So much sensitive skin..."
His right stroked the soles of her feet, while his left traced the lines of the tendons and veins on the back. She answered his tenderness by closing her eyes and leaning back with a little moan. As he ran his fingers over her toes, she suddenly sat upright and giggled, her toes curled and she tried to pull them away. That was a mistake!
"Aha, ticklish," he said, "that gives me an idea!"
He conjured a rope from his cuff and wrapped it around her ankles, then wrapped the ends two, three times around his right thigh. She could no longer pull her feet away and since her hands were still tied behind her back, she was at his mercy. In the next few minutes he tickled her all over so that she would squirm and twist her feet without escaping him. In between he took one of the small fruit forks and pulled it up and down over her soles. Lightly at first but then he pushed so hard that a slight trace remained on her skin, which actually made her giggle even more, she really had tough soles. He spread her toes apart and pricked the extremely sensitive skin in between.
Claudia bit her lips to avoid moaning too loudly, it was incredibly thrilling to be so helpless and exposed. She scrunched up her toes, but the fork still found its way in between. Again he worked her soles with it, up and down, so hard that the path of the fork was visible for a few moments. Then he very quickly pricked her soles in various places, especially in the arch of her foot. The fork seemed to work best right below the ball. When he put it there, she closed her eyes, and when he squeezed and turned it back and forth a little, she breathed deeply. Again and again he alternated between tickling and the fork, while she tried to protect one foot, and then the other one from his attack, always inevitably offering one unprotected sole. The morning gown fell from her knees and exposed her beautiful, athletic legs. He gently ran his left up her shin and suddenly tickled her knees which gave marvelous results. She threw herself back and forth, screaming and laughing.
