You step down into the basement and look around, examining your options. You spot some old stocks in the corner, likely a Halloween decoration?
Perfect...
You drag it out of the corner and dust it off, opening it up. You drag up a chair for her to sit in, as well.
"Alright Maria, put your ankles in these holes."
She seems a bit reluctant, but sits herself down and places her dainty ankles in the stocks. You're a little worried they're too small to fit in them, but as you close them over her and lock the latch, it's a snug fit. Her hands are still free, though.. You bless your luck that there's a pipe in the wall directly above her, you loop some rope around it and tell her to raise her hands. Just as she does, you quickly loop the rope around her wrists, securing them tightly to the pipe.
"Hey!" She cries out in surprise. She doesn't protest, though, she giggles as she tugs at her bindings.
You sit yourself down in front of her and slowly run your index finger down her tiny socked sole. She squeaks and wiggles in her seat, tugging at her binds, her toes curl at your touch.
"Hehehey! Cut it out!" She laughs
"Remember, Maria, You agreed to this!" You answer.
She pouts cutely in response. That pout melts into a giggling smile as you resume your tickle attack on her little soles.
As you skitter your fingers down to her heels, you grab the bases of her socks and begin tugging them off, revealing her soft, pinkish soles.
You start raking your fingertips down her silky bare arches, she squeals and bucks in her seat, yanking at her binds and trying to pull free of the stocks, but it's pretty clear she's not going anywhere.
"Hehehow long wihihill you do thihihis!??" She asks through her laughter.
You smile. "Til 11:30, Remember?"
Her eyes widen when she realizes she agreed to four hours of tickling, only to squeeze shut in her laughter as you pick up the pace, holding her toes back and tickling under them.
You keep playing with her cute soles for another five minutes, not wanting to wear her out too quickly, you give her a little break. As she sits catching her breath, you decide to
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