I Dream of Genie's Feet

         Opening your bedroom door, you are as startled to see your little sister Clara there as she is to find herself suddenly in your room, in her predicament!

         You quickly shut the door behind you, and turn around to face your trapped sibling, sitting in exactly the sort of Renaissance Fair stocks you’d imagined, her legs straight out in front of her, while she sits on a stout, high-backed chair, her wrists tied off to the top corners of the chair back. “Hi sis! You wave again, much as you’d done when she originally entered the house, completely ignoring you.

         Clara yanks and writhes around in her bonds, totally trapped with her feet straight out in front of her, facing your door. “You better let me go right now! I mean it! I’ll tell Mom and Dad when they get home!”, rails Clara as she is coming to the petulant realization that she ain’t goin’ nowhere.

         “God, you are such a little brat! I haven’t even so much as laid a finger on you. Yet! Ha!Ha! Hate to break this to you sis, but you’re mine to do with as I please for the next 2 hours. Are your feet still as crazy ticklish as they were when we were little? Just think! With your ankles trapped like this, there is nothing you can do to avoid having your tootsies teased and played with! Are you ready to laugh like a little ticklish twerp for me?”, you reply, admiring her cute body as she whines and pleads for mercy.

         You decide you could sit at the foot of your bed, and easily reach her feet AND the entire right side of her body as she sits beside you in the stocks; or you could pull up your desk chair and sit directly facing her feet in the stocks, with your own back to the bedroom door.