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Riona was unsure how long she had spent with Lisbeth the hapless thief, or how much time had passed in the objective world where her own body was hog shackled and ballgagged. It didn’t matter. Riona was perfectly happy to spend indefinite time with and as other restrained ladies. She had learned so much and had accumulated the experiences and memories of whole other lifetimes. Riona shared the Japanese Princess defiant ecstasy, Virginia’s puzzled pleasure, Julia and Emma’s shared captivity, Gwenyth’s penitent confinement, and Lisbeth the thief’s reluctant surrender were all her’s as if they had happened to her, while Riona retained a core personality separate from her shared memories.

Riona could sense she was going to visit a special world which was infused with benevolent barefoot gypsy restraint magic. It was a world where populated somehow exclusively by long lived women, some of whom would spontaneously become pregnant once in a great while, and a number of whom exhibited paranormal abilities and became super heroes and villains. At some point in this worlds past the super population realized that they spent most of their time taking and holding each other captive. So a truce was struck. Each month the heroes and villains would take turns being each others prisoners. One month in any given region every hero would submit to being restrained for a month by one or more members of the villain community. Next month they would be freed and every super villain would spend a month restrained. This cut down on collateral damage and gave the heroes a month to protect the public unhindered, and the villains got a month to engage in their shenanigans (mostly a bit of robbery and a lot of pranks involving kidnapping). Riona begins her visit to this world to a city where the heroes are beginning their cycle of confinement.

There are formal and informal rules regarding the care of prisoners. Each captive is required to be barefoot and she dons a magic toe ring when they submit to their month of confinement which serves the dual purpose of negating any abilities the hero or villain might have that could facilitate an escape, and it also had the effect of keeping the prisoner comfortable, safe and sustained, not needing food or air and invulnerable to any kind of harm except for tickling, and perfectly able spend a month in constant captivity. There were limits to how much a captor could molest their prisoner, unless the two happened to be in a relationship which involved special touching privileges.

Many of the world’s super heroes and villains wore brightly colored spandex style costumes, while others that hewed closer to the gypsy magic roots their abilities derived from wore flowing dresses, gowns, or robes, above their bare feet. The particular super hero Riona’s consciousness was centering on sometimes wore both kinds of outfits at times, but currently was wearing neither. Riona recognized this hero as this worlds version of Ellen Page, who went by the name Delphi when superhero-ing. She had decided that instead of being confined in her gypsy dress or her spandex outfit she would wear an elegant long sleeved white shirt and black leather pants that her soon-to-be captor and girlfriend was fond of. Ellen also wore some smart looking black high heels that complimented her outfit, though they would be removed as soon as she reached the chamber where she would be held.

Ellen knew so much about how she was to be confined because her power was that of precognition, or premonition as she preferred to think of it. Like many super powered individuals on this world Ellen’s power was only in effect when she was barefoot. And as was often the case she needed to be tied up for it to work as well. Once in a great while Ellen received a premonition which allowed a disaster to be averted, but she never knew when a critically important premonition would happen, so the only way to make it the most likely that she would receive them was to stay barefoot and tied up most of the time, even when it wasn’t the heroes’ month to be confined. Fortunately she enjoyed being tied up and barefoot. Which was fortunate, especially since the overwhelming majority of Delphi’s precognitions were of her self being tied up. There was an odd circular quality to it. She foresaw her own restraint. Which led her to prepare for being restrained. Sometimes deliberately wearing the clothes or costume she foresaw herself being bound in and going to the location she had seen. On occasion even bringing along appropriately colored rope or tape. And at any given moment she was likely enjoying being restrained in the present as well as enjoying impressions of restraint to come. Riona could relate to the double consciousness.

Ellen had received her first and possibly strongest premonition when her older sisters first playfully tied her up as a child. Her sisters had tied her hands behind her back and tied her petite feet together. Her feet were naturally bare because on this world it was considered rude to leave a captive confined who wasn’t barefoot even amongst playing children. After being cleave gagged and left to struggle Ellen clearly perceived her future as a confined hero. She knew she could reject her premonition and thwart it, but she knew she would be unhappy, and it also seemed selfish to let the occasional bus load of people die in a crash because she didn’t want to be tied up all the time.

At first in addition to seeing herself tied up in the future Ellen saw warnings of minor things like plates being dropped or dogs pooping in the yard. But when Ellen’s precognition saved the family cat her Mother got her an enchanted ankle chain that allowed her to remain comfortably tied up for long periods of time, and Ellen had special dispensation to spend as much time tied up as she liked so that hers premonitions could be received as often as possible. Gradually Ellen started spending most of her time at home restrained. She would come home from school, take off her shoes, and one of her sisters would tie her to a chair at the dining room table and write down her home work answers for her. Later Ellen would be fed by varying family members while she was still attached to the chair. Later still Ellen would be hogtied or balltied and cleave gagged or tape gagged while the family watched TV. Then Ellen would have a shower and brush her teeth while wearing handcuffs. When her hair was dry she would get in to her pajamas, her hands would be bound behind her and her feet tied together. Her Mother and sisters would kiss Ellen goodnight and tuck her in bed, only to free her in the morning.

When Ellen was able to prevent a neighbor’s house from catching fire, her ability came to the attention of the community, she was given dispensation to be barefoot and tied up at school, a classmate writing down work as needed., as well as permission to be barefoot and restrained in other public places like restaurants and movie theaters. The cultures of this world encouraged both children and adults to appreciate barefootedness, but it was still customary to wear sandals or slipper like shoes in public to encourage keeping one’s feet clean. But most individuals with super powers that were enabled by bare feet usually had feet that stayed preternaturally clean, even when walking in grimy or muddy places.

Similarly, appreciation of tie up games was universally encouraged and was the norm. But usually it was considered ill form to be restrained in most public places, like making love in public was frowned upon. Ellen’s sisters were a little envious of her attention and privileges and would tickle her, but it was playful. When Ellen turned Eighteen she naturally chose to be a Super Hero instead of Villain and took the name Delphi.

While Riona was reliving Ellen’s bound upbringing Ellen had arrived at a red heart shaped satin and velvet furnished room. She walked in and removed her shoes, feeling the plush carpet beneath her bare feet. She put on a ceremonial toe ring that would help keep her comfortably confined for a month, though her power didn’t need to canceled since it couldn’t help her escape. Ellen sat down on a velvet sofa and took a moment to enjoy the feel of the velvet and the plush carpeting, as well as the tight feel of her leather pants when she bent her knees. She had a demeanor of saintly downcast resignation that was betrayed by just a ghost of a smile.

Within minutes a pair of somehow animate white silk ropes slithered in to the room like snakes. Delphi was of course expecting them. And not just because she was a precog. Her new girlfriend was the super villain known as Rope Trick, who was actually able to manipulate any cord like object from plastic zip ties to small chain links, and even adhesive tape, but manipulating ropes was her specialty. Hence the name. But rope trick wasn’t just able to control ropes and assorted bindings. She could sense and feel through them like they were a part of her own body. That’s why she didn’t need to be in the room to “see” Ellen. And when the ropes began to wrap themselves around Ellen it was like Rope Trick was giving her the most intimate hug a lover could give. The ropes clung to Ellen and held her as they knotted themselves around her. Leaving Ellen with her wrists crossed behind her and her legs bound at the knee and ankle. And there was a simple lattice of rope and knots around her upper arms and breasts that pushed her bra and shirt against her in a way that made Ellen gasp slightly for breath. Her girlfriend could tell exactly how the ropes made her feel, and could modulate the tightness in a way that could only be described as making love to Ellen with a rope.

Ellen squirmed to the floor to and rolled around until the rope around her ankles pulled itself up and attached itself to her bound wrists. Her hogtied position made her leather pants almost unbearably tight. Ellen felt hot and was starting to sweat. This didn’t stop a strip of dull black tape from sealing Ellen’s lips while she was being distracted by a bit of twine tying itself around her toes. Rope Trick’s mastery and embodiment of the ropes allowed her to keep Ellen’s experience in the sweet spot on the boundary being too much, but not quite crossing it.

Riona’s mind was being completely blown by her vicarious immersion in to ecstatic restraint. She didn’t notice that the mysterious Rope Trick had entered the room and was admiring Ellen in person. She was obviously this realities version of Scarlett Johansson. Scarlet was wearing a shear black catsuit reminiscent of the Black Widow costume Riona was familiar with, except instead of a utility belt a laser gauntlets Rope Trick wore short lengths of rope around her waist and wrists that she could animate and lengthen at will. Scarlett was barefoot, holding her small boots in her left hand until she dropped them on the floor near Ellen’s high heels.

Scarlet knelt down to give Ellen’s lips a long gagged kiss, and then leaning over to kiss Ellen’s helpless lovely feet. “Mind if I join you?”, Scarlett asks as the ropes on her costume animate wrap around her. Soon Scarlett is on the floor, hogtied in a similar fashion to Ellen, but she left herself ungagged so she could squirm around and kiss Ellen while they both enjoyed the skill that Scarlett could manipulate a rope with.

Just when Riona began to get a handle on the magnitude of Ellen’s restrained ecstasy Scarlett introduced Ellen to something new she’d been wording on that she called “the vibrating crotch rope”. Ellen’s leather pants did little to diminish the effect of her lovers ministrations. Ellen closed her eyes and pointed her toes and entered an altered state of timeless consciousness punctuated by multiple orgasms. Rope Trick admired her work and was satisfied. Riona began to feel how much Scarlett loved to watch her lover tense and release as she worked her magic on her.

Riona realized she was starting to be privy to Scarlett’s perceptions. Scarlett is nominally a super villain, but the term means something a little different on this world, which is remarkably free of war, poverty and violent crime, possibly because everyone was a woman. Most super heroes have healing abilities or assisted with search and rescue. The few that fight crime were usually detectives. Then there are those with minor powers like telekinetic topiary, or mentally changing the color of toenail polish.

The super villains of this world engaged in some thievery, but mostly engaged in kidnapping. This new world has very lax laws and attitudes regarding kidnapping. For one, there were many cultural traditions of kidnapping and it was considered a greeting and a compliment most of the time. Of course, kidnapping was done much more gently and usually more consensually than not, and kidnappers treat their captives well, usually using easily available toe rings and ankle bracelets enchanted to ensure the safety and comfort of prisoners. Most kidnappings on this world lead to good friendships if not more. Riona wishes she’d been born here.

Most super villains of this world used their super abilities to stage high profile and spectacular abductions and often record/broadcast/livestream them in various media. The victims are obligated to act frightened or indignant, at least at first, but most are at least complimented if not having the time of their life. It is also the absolute best publicity that any celebrity could want. Many flagging careers have have skyrocketed after images of themselves as helpless captives of powerful Super Villains started appearing in newspapers.

Rope Trick was one of many affiliates of a cadre incredibly powerful individuals who call themselves The Artists. Each one has used their talents for barefoot Gypsy magic to explore alien dimensions, some of where time passed differently. This had allowed them to spend centuries studying ancient and alien lore while absorbing dimensional energies while confined in mystic restraints. Few had the power to begin such a journey. Fewer still the patience to persist. The centuries of time had allowed the Artists to learn to open dimensional portals, wield elemental energies, erect force fields, stop time, as well as combine remote viewing and scrying with technology so they could record or broadcast their capers with no need for equipment or even to be there in person. And each had the physique, appearance, and good health of a twenty to twenty five year old. Together the Artists could have ruled the world with an iron fist, and on occasion they averted or ameliorated natural disasters or plane crashes. Disasters were messy and could ruin their work or distract their audience.

The Artists like to abduct and tie up exceptionally pretty and often famous ladies. Typically they would render their captives unconscious or manipulate time so their prisoner would be unaware anything was amiss until they woke up in a strange place (often a different time or planet or a specially created pocket dimension), in strange clothing, barefoot, tied up or otherwise restrained, and often gagged. More than anything else the artists like to capture that moment that a captive awakes and starts to realize what has happened. There is a genuineness to ladies’ reactions in this moment of dawning awareness that they are helpless prisoners whose fate is no longer theirs to decide that is a window to the soul. Fear, surprise, embarrassment, delight, outrage, joy, and almost all conceivable emotions are there unadorned. Soon captives typically strike a pose of indignant defiance, or melodramatic distress that they maintain until seductive squirming or girlish giggling wore through the facade.

Captives don’t have to worry about physical harm. And as long as defiance and anger didn’t lapse into rudeness they would only be lightly tickled if that. But there was the danger that they would let loose their constraints on one of their number that had the skill to telepathically tickle a woman over the edge of insanity if her sister sorceresses didn’t hold her back. She had started her dimensional journeys at the youngest age of them all and was not quite ready for it. She had come back a little twisted and sadistic. She was known by the innocuous nickname Miss Tickle, but she was more feared than her more powerful sisters.

The Artist’s particular wrath was usually reserved for those who tried to fake being abducted by the Artists for the publicity or attention. The Artists were capable of sending individuals to timeless limbo dimensions from whence they return unaged physically, but they will have spent months, years, or even centuries of subjective time alone in bizarre realms. Few masochists would dare risk incurring such a burden of time. So captives of the Artists were motivated to play their part with a modicum of courtesy and deference. And they were typically released after a few days, or weeks, having been given the excitement of a lifetime, and being world famous if they weren’t already.

The Artists would make a record of their victims captivity through pictures, film, holographic still and moving pictures. And occasionally painting or sculpture. Most of their work they would disseminate online. They rarely charged any money. The beauty, the illicit thrill, and the mystic energy reaped from captives motivated them. Even their own bi-monthly captivity empowered them at this point, and it was their magics that created the extra-dimensional prisons they took turns inhabiting.

Since a reverence for the power of barefoot gypsy magic was a near constant in all cultures on this Earth, it was common for both ordinary citizens and celebrities alike to have barefoot glamor photos taken of themselves restrained. What set the super villain Artists apart, other than the preternaturally high quality of their work, was the fact that their models had been genuinely abducted without their consent. Even if they didn’t mind they had no say in being held and recorded. And it was considered a major social embarrassment to have images of oneself restrained disseminated without being able to consent. That is why kidnappings by the Artists were captivating news on a world that was hardly lacking tied up ladies. If the wanted to really humiliate a captive they would them publicly confined, and surrounded by a force field that would prevent anyone from freeing them. Keeping them restrained in public for crowds to gawk at and news organizations to run live twenty four hour coverage of.

It happened to be, that images of ladies restrained by super villains were the most sought after and watched of all media. This was a significant part of why many celebrities felt the publicity worth the embarrassment, and some even tried to secretly petition the Artists to abduct them.

Riona saw all this in the minds of Ellen and Scarlett as they nuzzled one another in their shared confinement. Riona loved this world and wished she could dwell here. Rope Trick sometimes worked with the Artists, but she preferred lower profile targets. Specifically those who had yet to have an a pleasurable experience being tied up and provide one for them using her fine manipulation of restraints. Riona could see in the minds of Scarlett and Ellen a great montage of delightfully restrained celebrities and civilians.

Before Riona could reflect much her consciousness detached itself from the two, and departed to center on another hero starting her month of mandatory confinement. Individuals who had any detectable super abilities had to choose to register as either heroes, villains, or the rare independent who had to spend two out of every three months tied up. Then there were a few who didn’t have super powers, but wanted to join the super community any way. Most, like The Event Planner, and The Cheerleaders tried to be helpful or at least encouraging in exchange for the prestige and attention Supers got. But The Swimmer not only never demonstrated any ability to swim, or even been sighted near a body of water or swimming pool.

It was obvious that The Swimmer was only interested in satisfying her exhibitionism, displaying herself with little modesty or subtlety. Most heroes and villains spent their month of captivity in a private pocket dimension, but the swimmer was flaunting convention and modesty by having arranged to spend her time of confinement up on a pedestal in the middle of a public fountain, and had alerted the press ahead of time. As Riona’s mind started to center around The swimmer she recognized the faux hero as this Earth’s Kristin Stewart.

Kristin The Swimmer was lying on her stomach barefoot in a bikini on the pedestal, where leather straps were binding her down to the stone with her legs bent almost to the point of her feet touching her behind, and her arms bound in a reverse prayer position, palms facing, leaving her in a hogtied strapped down position and quite helpless. Kristin’s mouth was filled with a ballgag that had expanded slightly to keep her extra quiet. Kristin felt smug about her stoic pose and the press turn out. She might have wondered why The Artists had agreed to her requests to confine her as she wished when they seldom did ostentatious requests, and The Swimmer got little respect in the Super community, but her vanity was too inflated to wonder. Then she felt the first pin prick sensation on the sole of her left foot, and then another.

Kristin twisted to look behind her and saw there was so one, but the pricking sensations on her feet were intensifying. This could only be the work of Miss Tickle telepathically tickling her from long range. Kristin tried to remain composed. She wanted to appear stately, elegant, and in control. But soon she was squirming, moving what little she could within the limits of her restraints, but pulling with all her might, her eyes alternating between being wide open and clenched shut. The tickling sensation was spreading and intensifying. Then it stopped altogether. Only to resume in a heartbeat, more intense than before and all over her body. This roller coaster of sudden overwhelming stimulation stopping and starting again is going to be her fate for the next thirty days and Kristin is furious, but there is nothing she can do. And all the world is watching her humiliation. Her own live streaming service was broadcasting every minute of it from several angles.

Kristin tries to struggle, but can do little more than wriggle slightly, shake her head, and flex her ankles. She laughed and cried and screamed obscenities in to her gag. Riona’s mind reels along with Kristin’s, but Riona is soon off to go spend time with a much more pleasant super hero known as The Cheerleader. A blond with a beaming smile (even when gagged) who is this world’s Amanda Seyfried. Amanda, like the Swimmer, had no measurable super abilities, though many who knew her thought that her relentlessly cheerful demeanor should qualify.

As a child Amanda had always been kind, helpful, and cheerful nearly to a fault. She also displayed a dedication to being barefoot and a fondness for getting tied up that seemed even by the standards this world to be a bit excessive She’d also always wanted to be a Super Hero, to be looked up to, and hopefully be able to make a positive difference in their lives And of course on a personal level she looked forward to a spending half a lifetime tied up barefoot. She was sure that by the time she was eighteen she would have manifested an at least trivial Super Power. The day this failed to happen is the one day that her friends remember her looking sad.

But the next day Amanda set out to create a red custom cheer leading outfit for herself with a large letter “C” on the front. Her lack of interest in sport’s had kept her from being a cheerleader in High School, but her friends had remarked that her enthusiasm was infectious and her encouragement could be unparallelled. So she set out to cheer for and encourage anyone she thought could use it. Sometimes she would do research and visit sick kids or accident victims were recovering. Sometimes she just walked the streets looking for someone to cheer for, though she often forgot to put on the athletic shoes and socks that were a part of her official outfit.

Amanda’s efforts were so successful that she had a sizable fan club and a small backup cheer squad of low or non-powered heroes before she was even formally recognized by the community of Super Heroes. Now she was spending more time than ever tied up. And she was happier than ever. She’d always thrilled to the sensations of being held and embraced by restraints. She still spent much of her own time playing tie up games with friends and other heroes, but when Amanda was tied up for the month she had to spend tied up there an excitement of being truly helpless and vulnerable that was all but intoxicating, making her already effervescent personality bubble over further.

She is currently dressed in her red cheerleading uniform, minus those annoying shoes and socks, and wearing the requisite but unnecessary power negating toe ring. Amanda was confined in a torch lit dungeon room along with some of her cheer squad and a few other super hero friends that they sometimes shared their captivity with.

“I’m chained!”, Amanda was currently enthusing over a red strip of tape that covered her lips, but did little to dampen the glow of her face. “I’m chained!”, Amanda mmmphed again. And she wasn’t wrong. Amanda was on her stomach with her wrists were crossed and locked directly together behind her by form fitting steel shackles that were attached directly to one another but facing perpendicular directions. Her knees were bent and her pretty feet were shackled together side by side. A short length of chain held the shackles together. A slightly longer chain connected her dainty ankles to the rough black stone wall next to her, keeping her in a hogtied position and preventing her from rolling away from the wall.

“I’ve been tied up with rope, belts, tape, clothesline and who knows what, even handcuffed on occasion, but I’ve never been chained. And now I’m chained in a real dungeon”, Amanda nearly squealed in to her tape like she was a child who had gotten exactly what she wanted for Christmas.

“We know Amanda”, answered another tape gagged prisoner somewhat laconically, “We’re all chained in a dungeon. We have been for several days.” Amanda and almost everyone else giggled. Amanda knew that while her fellow captives were enjoying their time in restraints, she also knew that the novelty of this particular setting had worn off for rest in a way it hadn’t for her, but she didn’t care, and knew that her fellow prisoners were more amused than annoyed at her irrepressible chipperness. Even in chains she was the Cheerleader.

Amanda had never felt as helpless as she did shackled to the stone wall, even more so since the shackles were seamless and could only be removed by the villain Metal Maid, also known as Shackler. Metal Maid could manipulate metal to the point of be able to make it liquify, expand, shape, and reharden instantly. She used her abilities to transform small amounts of metal, say jewelry, into near unbreakable seamless shackles and sometimes strips of metal reinforced tape with unbreakable adhesive that she would subdue her victims with. And now Amanda and her friends were among those victims, and most of them giggling like it was a slumber party, which was often the mood when Amanda shared her mandatory restraint with friends, which she naturally preferred, and even most of the super villains like the Cheerleader enough to let her have company, and sometimes pick locations.

About two and a half feet in front of Amanda was a similarly restrained, and attired Anna Paquin. Except Anna wore a blue cheerleader outfit, and a blue tape gag, and she was facing the opposite direction. Putting her face to face with Amanda. Anna lay on her stomach, her knees bent and her bare feet shackled and chained to the wall, her wrists crossed and shackled behind her.

On this Earth Anna was a childhood friend of Amanda’s She is a little older and had been the first to tie Amanda up when they were kids, and had been a frequent captor of hers as they grew up together. Anna enjoyed being tied up herself immensely, and getting tied up along with with Amanda was the most fun ever. They would try and help each other get free while hoping they wouldn’t be able to.

Anna had been a cheerleader in high school, and helped Amanda design her Super hero uniform version of a cheerleader outfit as well as gave her tips on basic cheerleading moves and rallying cries. Which was all Amanda needed since she was relying her radiant personality and not spectacular athletics. When Amanda’s super hero career became such a success Anna was the first to join her as the start of her cheer squad. The chance to spend every other month tied up with her best friend, as well as an excuse to spend their free month together was too good an opportunity to pass up. Fame and adulation were minor fringe benefits. Now the two looked at each other and laugh because they were having such girly fun, as well as at the incongruity of their cheerleader outfits and the medieval style dungeon they were chained up in.

Then Amanda remembers that they have a new girl amongst them and she twists her head to twirl her hair to one side and allow her to glance back at Cristin Milioti who is confined like Anna and Amanda, barefoot in a purple cheerleader outfit with a purple tape gag, on her stomach shackled to the wall perpendicular to the one Anna and Amanda are attached to, in the same kind of quasi hogtie. Cristin is a small dark eyed girl who looks vulnerable when she isn’t restrained. And restrained she is the picture of martyred doe eyed submissive innocence. “How you doing back there Cristin?” Amanda mmmphs, “You’ve been a bit quiet. Remember your training if you start having trouble.”

Cristin was new to superheroing. It didn’t run in her family. She liked being barefoot well enough, and had gotten tied up a few times growing up, but she’d given little thought to the possibility of manifesting any enhanced abilities. Then on her eighteenth birthday she had been informed that she had done just that. Unfortunately instead of being able to fly or read minds, her ability was the power to mentally distract Sumatran caterpillars for brief periods of time. The whole thing seemed like a prank. Because she had an unexpected superpower whose utility was less than measurable she had to spend half her life tied up.

Cristin decided to join the Cheerleaders since they seemed to make people feel better, and she didn’t want to become Caterpillar Distracter Woman. Plus being a Cheerleader meant she didn’t have to spend her month of captivity alone. Amanda and Anna had spent a few days giving Cristin some basics of cheerleading when she joined the cheer squad, but most of her training had consisted of preparing her for the month of heroes’ restraint. Amanda and Anna had become heroes voluntarily in part because they liked being tied up, but even for them a month solid could be trying even with comfort magic.

Novice heroes (and villains) were still susceptible to anxiety and panic attacks, especially if they were ill prepared or lacked the right temperment. Amanda and Anna did their best to prepare Cristin by placing a comfort magic toe ring on her and tying her up for gradually longer periods of time. Usually After Cristin was restrained Anna would tie up Amanda to keep Cristin company and make it all as fun as possible, and Cristin could ask to be released at any time.

But this was the real thing now. Cristin was utterly helpless and would remain so until Metal Maid released her. She gazed meekly back at Amanda and Anna. “Remember your training” Amanda repeated, let claustrophobia become arousal.”

“And rub your feet together”, Anna added helpfully. Amanda mmmphed her assent.

Anna and Amanda were right to be concerned for Cristin’s mental state. She was about three days in to her first month of captivity. She didn’t have the experience of the other captives in the room. And being shackled in a dungeon with no way to nuzzle her friends was a harsh way to start out. For two days Cristin had largely distracted herself with the novelty of the situation, the good cheer Amanda naturally exuded and spread, as well as the physical beauty of her fellow prisoners. But last night she had had vivid dreams of being restrained, which was not uncommon in her position, but it made for a disorienting awakening. Which in turn drove home the reality that there was no way for her to escape. She would remain chained and sustained by magic for more than three more weeks, and if Metal Maid decided to break the ancient pacts she could easily keep them there indefinitely and no one could find let alone rescue them. They were beyond helpless. And Amanda’s training could only prepare one so much.

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Riona delights in Lisbeth’s helplessness. Riona’s breath draws faster when Lisbeth’s toes are tied. The sensation is so intense, and Lisbeth can barely rub her feet together for comfort. Lisbeth hangs her head again and sobs quietly to herself. She sees what a foolish and frivolous girl she’s been. And she has let herself be manipulated and trapped. She dangles helplessly in a web of rope that supports and confines her. A ballgag fills her mouth, and even her toes are now tied up. Lisbeth is the prisoner of a powerful and likely ancient sorceress. Lisbeth exists as a living trophy and piece of artwork. And even more upsetting, plaything. Tied up, barefoot, and ticklish is what the enchantress said she wanted Lisbeth to be. And Lisbeth was very much all three.

The crying captive involuntarily pulls at her restraints, though all it does is slightly tighten her ropes. No one can help her, and there is nothing she could do to stop Sara the sorceress from keeping her forever as a decoration and toy. Lisbeth is quite ticklish as never let anyone tickle her. Her foot is still twitching from the way the sorceress had tickled her sole. Lisbeth cries out for help and for mercy despite her desire to appear strong and unintimidated.

Riona was the first to notice the tingling in Lisbeth’s feet and the slight warmth in her nether region. When Lisbeth starts to feel the initial pangs of arousal through the fog of her emotions. Lisbeth feels a great terror at her arousal. She wants to be a strong independent woman, not a submissive owned woman. And she knows that if she starts to enjoy her captivity she won’t wish to escape it, and will lose all hope of ever regaining her freedom. Because nothing makes a captive more helpless than desiring their captivity. Lisbeth feels like someone clinging to a tree as floodwaters rise as her own arousal builds and pulses within her. Finally she lets go and surrenders to the flood of pleasure shaking through her. Riona surreptitiously luxuriates in Lisbeth’s surrender, glad the imprisoned thief has found the key to happy restraint.

Lisbeth is trembling and terrified of what the sorceress will do to her upon returning, but she also can’t wait for it to happen. Riona understands her ambivalence. Riona’s consciousness begins to detach, and she takes a last look at terminally cute variation of Elizabeth Olsen she got to be for a time.

When Riona first felt Gwenyth’s sorrow she wanted to give her a hug, and she’s glad that Gwenyth got one and is feeling so safe and happy now. Just as Riona is mulling the possibilities of therapeutic restraint she begins to see yet another world. This one is pre-industrial. Magic is real, but rare. Riona is seeing a big city at night where a thief is creeping through the castle of nobleman.

Riona sees that the thief is this world’s version of Elizabeth Olsen, an irresistibly cute young actress with lovely feet that Riona admired. The thief is barefoot wearing dark leggings and a dark figure hugging top that made her look a bit like a gymnast or yoga enthusiast. Moments later Riona is sharing the thief’s perceptions. Her name is Lisbeth. She is a twenty four year old daughter of a rich family. She has been stealing from other rich families since she was a teenager in order to alleviate her boredom and to rankle the humorless stuffed shirts she had to tolerate during social functions. Lisbeth was self taught at first, but she eventually made contact with and was trained by expert criminals. In addition she has acquired a magical toe ring that her kept her footsteps silent as long as she was barefoot, even if she kicked over a pile of glassware. While she remains barefoot her steps would never set off alarms or traps. Her skills and her magic had kept Lisbeth from ever getting caught.

Lisbeth usually discarded what she stole. She did it for the thrill, not for gain, and she had no wish to be caught with stolen goods. But once in a while she would steal something that she would add to her small collection of trophies. Tonight’s prize is one such item, a fist sized ruby. Lisbeth silently threads through the vaults of the castle picking locks and disabling minor magic wards as she goes. She feels the smug confidence of a young rich girl that had always been given and gotten away with everything. Otherwise she might have noticed that the security is rather light for such a valuable jewel.

Lisbeth unlocks a final door and gains access to a bright mirrored room in which the ruby rested on a cushion on a pedestal. Her information indicates that there is no more security inside this room, so Lisbeth takes only a quick look around for threats. Seeing none she strides on silent feet over to the pedestal and reached for the ruby. Before she could even touch it the lights dimmed to nearly nothing. Before Lisbeth could even think, “Uh oh” the shadows around her seemed to animate and clutch at her like a vapor. Lisbeth made to flee, but even as she turned around the shadow vapor was congealing around her most disturbingly. She feels the animate darkness taking a hold of her and forcing her arms behind her where she feels tendrils of solidifying darkness wrap around her wrists and become solid enough to hold them in place. Lisbeth struggles, but in short order her arms are bound in a box tie and her legs are tied at the knees and ankles.

Lisbeth is then forced into a kneeling position, where more darkness congeals in to cords that is as soft as cotton but with the tensile strength of steel cables. These cords bind Lisbeth further in to a kneeling hogtie. Lisbeth is already starting to panic when she feels herself being hoisted up by a rope attached to a big knot between her shoulder blades and connected to the ceiling like a forward leaning Christmas ornament. Already starting to panic Lisbeth begins screaming for help, only to have her mouth invaded by semisolid darkness which wraps around her head and hardens in to a stifling ballgag.

Lisbeth squirms and pulls and yells, but her dangling position keeps constant tension on the knots that bind her. The lights come back up making Lisbeth blink. When she can see again she looks over and sees herself in the mirror, dangling in a kneeling position, the shadow tendrils having finally hardened in to a bright red rope and a red ballgag. Lisbeth’s eyes were wide and scared and starting to water up. Lisbeth struggles halfheartedly, but she knows she is caught and she starts to plead, not knowing if anyone can even hear her. Lisbeth tried not to despair as she wondered what she would ever tall her Father. She had never been caught. She had been able to be the sweet innocent by day and the bad thief at night without being found out for so long she had felt invincible, but now she had been inescapably caught and everyone would know. The shame! Then a terrible realization came over her.

Maybe her family wouldn’t find out. Maybe no one would. No one knew Lisbeth was here now. What if the castle’s owner didn’t feel like turning her over to the authorities, but wanted to punish her themselves! They could do whatever they wanted to her and no one would ever know. Lisbeth starts to sob and lets her head hang.

Riona observed Julia and Emma and drank in their feelings. Emma is squirming as her inner heat builds, driven by her bondage and accentuated by the vulnerability of her soft bare feet. Just the breeze against them, and the wood of the bench below them send ripples of pleasure through her. Julia looks smugly over at her niece and settles in to enjoying her own restraint.

Writhing Emma now understands why her weird aunt was always barefoot, why she lured her to strange place without any shoes, and how good it can feel to be tied up and helpless. Emma’s frustrated ecstasy builds to a near crescendo before leveling off on to something only moderating overwhelming. Julia apologizes through her gag again for not being more direct and traumatizing Emma. Emma forgives Julia but swears when they get loose she will personally tie up Julia again and leave her that way for another two days. Julia concedes that she has it coming. Emma wonders just when exactly they will be released, and Julia admits she doesn’t know. They look blankly at each other for a heartbeat before breaking out in laughter like two schoolgirls at a slumber party.

Julia and Emma spend the next few hours enjoying their captivity and each others company. Julia even manages to twist herself around so she faces Emma and the two of them can brush each other’s feet with their toes. They laugh and reminisce like two old friends having drinks, though they have to repeat themselves a lot due to their gags.

Riona is intoxicated by the two ladies emotions and sensations, particularly the way Julia’s Jeans are pressing in to the back of her knees because of how they are bent. It feels to Riona some a kind of minor wedgie.

Eventually Rachelle Lefevre whom Riona recognizes from The Dome and whose feet she has admired. Riona doesn’t wonder why Rachelle is there, she just accepts that she is. Rachelle is wearing T-strap sandals and a brilliant sun dress. She says hello and that she has come by to greet the new ladies in town. Rachelle sits on the grass in front of Julia and Emma and explains that the town is protected and sustained by a field of benevolent magic energy generated by the feelings of tied up barefoot women. That this was possible was discovered by complete accident when a foot hating idiot became Mayor and pushed through a law that any woman caught outside barefoot would be tied up and left there for the rest of the day.

The law was met with resistance and protest as more and more ladies went barefoot as an act of civil disobedience until more than half of the towns women were tied up publicly at once. Then people began to notice that sick people were healing, plants were growing healthier, even the weather was more pleasant. The tied up women felt no pain and experienced no hunger or thirst and in time it was realized they did not age. The Mayor was run out of town. A version of his law was kept in place and the energy harnessed from the pleasure of the towns restrained women keeps everyone here healthy and young and even provides electricity and powers the cars. Only individuals who are meant to find this town can. And time doesn’t pass relative to the outside world, so visitors always return the moment they left, if they choose to leave.

When a restrained woman has been held captive for three hours or more a passerby will eventually offer to put her shoes back on and release her. If a woman leaves her home (or car in the case of visitors) without her shoes she spends a week tied up publicly before someone offers to go get her shoes from her home so she can be freed. On rare occasions a woman will give or throw away all of her shoes before going barefoot. Then the honored lady spends a year tied publicly before she is given a new pair of shoes. Julia and Emma’s eyes grow wide.

“We didn’t bring any shoes with us”, they both gagtalked at once. Rachelle smiled and said, “Well you won’t age while you’re here, and you won’t have missed anything if you return, and you will be honored for your contribution to our community.”

Emma says to Julia, “When we get free I’m tying you up for an extra month.”

All three ladies laugh, and Rachelle begins to remove her left sandal.

• This reply was modified 6 years, 2 months ago by  Midian258.

Virginia sits quietly, the perfect picture of captive dignity. Virginia contemplates the life that was hers now. The one she has been living is becoming impossible to maintain with her constantly being immobilized for hours at a time daily. She is going to have to find a job where she can set her own hours and be very flexible about just when she gets her work done. And beyond that just enjoy the mischievous djinn who like to keep her comfortably tied up. Virginia slowly rubs her feet together.

Riona loves the feel of Virginia pressing her feet against one another. Riona is struck by the prevalence of magic in the worlds of her visions. In particular magic that sustains, protects and comforts tied up barefoot She is also struck by the fact that although it was the djinn provides most of the magical energy that powered Virginia’s restraint, it was the pleasure she takes in her bare feet that sparked it off and made it possible. Riona is sure that even though outside magic was influencing her, her own barefoot pleasure was helping to fuel the comfort magic that made her prolonged restraint so ecstatic. Her gypsy aunt had told her that there was pleasure and power in captivity.

Riona detaches perceptually from Virginia and her chair and feels sorrow at the loss of connection, but she is also eager for another reverie. Before she has time to worry that another won’t come Riona begins to see what looks like a small town park circa the 50’s or 60’s in the USA. Again Riona was at first just viewing a pair of ladies that are sharing a park bench. Riona’s attention was first drawn to the lady on the left side of the bench. She looks just like or maybe is Julia Roberts, the famously barefoot actress. Julia is barefoot now, and at a glance looks like she is merely sitting in the park bench in a T-shirt and Jeans with her knees drawn up to her chest and her bare feet resting side by side hanging out over the bench seat. But Julia’s hands aren’t just clasped together in front her ankles. Julia’s wrists are tied together with white rope which also bind Julia’s ankles together and to her wrists. The same kind of white cotton rope ties Julia’s legs together and to her chest, keeping her all scrunched up. A smart looking pair of strips of red duct tape cover the woman’s lips and match the red polish on her toe nails. Although clearly as helpless as a lady can be, Julia emotes no distress, and if anything looks quite happy and placid and even a little smug and self satisfied.

The same cannot be said of the annoyed looking young lady to Julia’s right. This woman looks like or is Julia’s niece Emma Roberts. Emma is dressed in what looks like a sky blue prom dress. Emma’s wrists are tied palms facing in front of her. Emma’s knees are bent, her feet are bare, and her legs are lying to one side so her lower legs are sideways to the rest of her. The zip tie around Emma’s wrists is looped under another zip tie that is keeping Emma’s ankles tied together, effectively keeping Emma in a scrunched over and slightly twisted to one side variation of how her Aunt was confined. Emma’s eye’s glare angrily at her aunt over a sky blue ballgag that fills her mouth and matches her dress.

Riona feels a moment of disorientation as she starts to share thoughts and feelings with the young lady who doesn’t just look like but is Emma Roberts. Riona loves the feel of Emmas’s restraints and she doesn’t even mind the bitter adhesive taste of the tape over her mouth. Emma on the other hand is feeling angry and confused and frustrated. Two days ago Emma Graduated from college and her Aunt Julia was in town to celebrate. Then yesterday morning out of the blue Julia had wanted to take Emma on a meandering barefoot drive and walk in the country. The first real weirdness came when Julia threw out a pair of sandals that Emma was putting in her purse claiming it wouldn’t be a genuine barefoot drive if they had any shoes with them. Emma liked being barefoot as much as the next lady, but it wan’t an obsession with her the way it was with her aunt, and her response was pretty much, “Whatever”.

Although the plan was ostensibly to have no particular destination Julia seemed to have a definite idea of where she wanted to go. When they reached this odd retro looking town Julia pulled over and announced they were getting out here without asking if Emma wanted to or not. The barefoot walk in the local park was nice enough until a small crowd of people in white police uniforms surrounded and accosted Emma and Julia. The ladies were grabbed and forced on to the park bench they currently occupied. Emma was laid on her stomach and tightly hogtied facing her aunt, a large piece of wadding held in Emma’s mouth by strips of heavy tape. Meanwhile Julia had been confined in a forward facing kneeling hogtie, a red ballgag in her mouth. Emma was overcome with anger and panic and thrashed about wildly screaming in to her tape. Emma struggled mightily until she noticed that her aunt in front of her wasn’t struggling at all, just kneeling there looking serene like there was nothing wrong or even unexpected to be tied up in a public park by a group of strangers and left there.

This was too much. She hadn’t really wanted to take this trip. Julia had been acting weird the whole way. They’d both been tied up and abandoned in public where the passersby just seem to cheerfully wave when Emma tried to shake and scream to get their attention. Now her Aunt was acting like this was no big deal, almost acting smug like she had wanted this to happen. Emma started crying and didn’t stop until she was cried out. Her Aunt Julia had mmmmmmppphhhhed some vague reassurances, but she was still maddening aloof. Evening fell. Emma was glad she didn’t feel nearly as sore as she expected too from a day of restraint (more comfort magic Riona noted) but she was almost losing her mind with frustration, pulling what little she could on the ropes that bound her. Aunt and Niece spent the night tied up in the park and the morning. Around 10:00 A.M a crowd of police in white reappeared and untied Emma. Then they tied her back up with zip ties the way she was now. Emma just couldn’t believe this. It was like a nightmare or bizarre prank.

When Emma had been reconfined and ball gagged Julia was untied while she sat patiently. She continued to sit patiently as she was retied in a ball and tape gagged, offering no hint of resistance. This blew Emma’s mind. It was one thing for Julia not to care if she stayed a prisoner in the park, but Emma would have really appreciated some effort to escape to get some help for her.

The mixture of Emma’s physical sensations and emotions is intoxicating to Riona. Then she begins to share Julia’s perceptions as well and it get’s really intense.

• This reply was modified 6 years, 2 months ago by  Midian258.

Riona’s mind has a stable core self that always remains “Riona”, but now with the sharing of the Japanese princess’ perceptions, feelings and even memories, Riona is becoming the princess while still remaining herself. This dual consciousness is disorienting, but Riona takes it in stride and immerses herself in the princess’ experiences which are very intense.

The Japanese princess is from a samurai family and is used to discipline, but she is also a nineteen year old girl who has lived a pampered life. She has never done hard work, let alone been tied up hard by a Japanese rope expert whose skills were usually employed against captured enemies of the family that were being interrogated, not errant family members. But no other family member in recorded history had been as disobedient as she had been when she looked in the book of forbidden erotic pleasures. The Princess has been cruelly bound and faces the displeasure of her samurai family. As opposed to Riona who has been lovingly if very firmly restrained.

And Riona has been embraced by or with some benevolent magic that protects her from thirst, or hunger, or great pain, or harm, and allowed her to only swim in a sea of restraint’s pleasures. The princess had no such protections. Although Riona has the sense that magic and dragons were real in the princess’ world, she would be allowed no such comforts by her captors. In addition to she scent of sandal wood and cherries, and the feel of the soft sheets under the princess’ soft feet, the scratchy hemp rope that bound the princess in scrunched ball was deliberately tied painfully tight, and the position she was forced in to made her muscles ache awfully. Feeling this, even second hand jolted Riona who was in the relative comfort of her chains. The princess was also in the grip of very Japanese shame in the face of her families disapproval, and she faces the prospect of being left tied up in public as a shamed example of failure before being given away to dragon as a plaything, where Riona only knew her family would be shocked and probably disapprove if they found out how she loves barefoot restraint.

The princess might have a chance to redeem herself by apologizing profusely and throwing herself at their mercy. She was their little girl, even if they were samurai. But the princess is feeling a very non-samurai like disobedience welling up inside her. She has always hated the rigid emotionless militancy of her family she wanted to feel. And now she was. The princess had been looking for bondage in the book of erotica. She hadn’t had enough time to find any, but it had found her. And every ache, and every cramp, and every scratching, cutting, and biting coil of rope gives her the perverse pleasure she had been starved of. She isn’t going to let it go now, not even for her overlord father.

Already the Princess is wetter than she ever has been, and the scent of desire is starting to waft through the air. Instead of squelching her feelings like a good samurai, the princess rocks back and forth to increase the pressure of the ropes and her arousal. The princess then rolls back a little so she can rub her perfect little feet together as she has always loved doing, just like Riona loves to do, and Riona rubs her feet together sympathetically. The princess uses her samurai courage to accept her own destiny over the commands of others.

As expected the princess family is enraged and the princess is marched barefoot with her hands tied behind her to the town square and lashed, to a post, still gagged, and left there for a week to be mocked and jeered at by the populace. Then she is taken out to the mountains and left for the dragon, which turns out to be surprisingly real and quite a nice fellow. He likes to keep the maidens he adopts tied up tightly, but he uses his dragon magic to keep his captives comfortable in a manner similar to how Riona is being kept comfortable.

The Japanese princess is relaxing in to a nice barefoot hogtie when Riona’s mind gently detaches from the princesses until she is no longer sharing perceptions with her but just observing how happy she is now. Then Riona no longer sees the princess’ world and then the reverie is over.

Riona pulls on her bonds and makes them clack and thinks again, “If only Aunt Marcella could see me now”. Then with a jolt Riona remembers that Barbara had placed her smartphone where it could keep recording her. Riona swivels her head and flips her hair so she can see. Sure enough, the little red light indicated record on the phone. If the phone was streaming live Aunt Marcella might be watching her now. Riona laughed over her ballgag. She was feeling pretty sure that Barbara wanted to keep her for herself. Riona is so glad that her first restraint experience is being recorded so she could watch it again and again. And beyond that Riona almost wants to be revealed to the world. “Let them condemn and shame me” she thinks. Riona felt an ecstasy beyond the judgement of those who could never understand.

Riona begins to involuntarily vividly imagine that she is being marched through the streets barefoot in chains with her mouth gagged so she can’t protest. She was being put on display for the crime of loving being barefoot and tied up. She was going be chained to a post in a central square with her hands held above her. Imaginary Riona was wearing nothing but a short tunic like dress, but she felt more vulnerable and exposed than if she were nude. But she held her head defiantly as she felt the gravelly dirt beneath her bare feet, and the cold metal on her wrists and ankles, and the cold stares of everyone who knew and could judge her.

The crowd looks at her pitilessly as she is marched by, taking only the slow short steps that her ankle chains would allow. Then she sees her Great Aunt Marcella smiling in the crowd, and Riona’s reverie is stopped. Why was Riona thinking of her Aunt so much? Many of the stories Riona’s Great Aunt would tell her involved an immortal old hag of a Russian witch who lived in an animate bird legged hut who was called Baba Yaga who would kidnap and eat disobedient children. Riona’s considerably distracted mind was pulled back to the last time she had seen Aunt Marcella. It was just as Riona was reaching adolescence and her Gypsy aunt was sharing more adult stories. Apparently Baba Yaga could also take the form of of a beautiful young temptress. In this guise she would seduce young women who would find themselves held in pleasurable captivity forever inside Baba Yaga’s hut that contained many worlds within it. Riona had asked her aunt how captivity could be pleasurable. The Gypsy had looked her in the eye and said that their was much pleasure and much power to be found in captivity, and the lines on her palm indicated she would one day know.

At the time Riona had dismissed her aunt as being as crazy as people said she was. But now she felt certain that her aunt was trying to prepare her for just this. And in yet another epiphany Riona notices the similarity in the name of her roommate: Barbara Yeager, and the witch’s name Baba Yaga. Yesterday Riona had been as ordinary a young American almost college student could be. Today she was ecstatically tied up and convinced she was the captive of an ancient but youthful Russian witch.

Riona let’s her eyes close as she starts to go through a series of reveries that she really isn’t sure are dreams, daydreams, past or alternate life experiences, remembrances of magazines books movies and television, holy visions, or what exactly. But she experiences them with a hyperreal intensity.

• This reply was modified 6 years, 2 months ago by  Midian258.

Riona was a sweet All-American girl from the Midwest who had just celebrated her 18th birthday last week. She didn’t even know what a ballgag was. And yet she was wearing one. The chain and shackles that tightly bound her in a hogtie position clanked and clacked and rattled deliciously as Riona squirmed her way around so she could get a better look at herself in the mirror she had put out to try clothes on in front of. Her confinement was still so awash with pleasure it was hard to think, but Riona was amazed at how lovely she looked in her restraints. Her eyes gleamed over her gag, and her shapely feet were accentuated so sensually by her ankle shackles, though she couldn’t help thinking they would better in black wrought iron.

Riona began to absentmindedly rub her sacred feet together as she often did to relax and just for the pleasure of it. Riona usually wore revealing strappy sandals which she was quick to slip off and so she could go barefoot, or Be barefoot as she preferred to think of it. Riona’s feet were very sensitive, and she seemed to get pleasure from walking barefoot, or just being barefoot, that her friends didn’t seem to get or notice. Though they never seemed to mind or object when Riona offered to paint their toe nails or share some lotion. Riona took very good care of her feet, and they looked quite virginal, like they had never been walked on, and she liked to change her toenail polish often and wear toe rings which were now glinting in the low light as Riona rubbed her feet together self indulgently. In fact to Riona her toe rings looked like small versions of the shackles that held her ankles together.

Her friends noticed that Riona was a barefoot girl and nicknamed her as such, but they really had no idea how special and important a thing it was to her, and Riona never let on. It was her secret. And now the warm tingle that flowed through her and made her desperate to touch herself, was starting to concentrate more and more in Riona’s divine feet, she began to half think of the idea that somehow the pleasure her feet gave her was linked to the pleasure she got from her restraint and that the two were magnifying one another.

Then she suddenly froze and her eyes widened as she had a moment of clarity and remembered exactly what her mysterious roommate said as she was leaving, “I vill tickle and molest your feet like they never have been before or will be again”. Riona wasn’t stupid, and the fact that she would be unable to stop the Russian roommate (What was her name? Barbara Yeager or something like that?) from doing any number of terrible things to her upon her return was something she was well aware of. And she was quite puzzled and confused by the fact that this was just another layer of sweet vulnerability that oddly aroused instead of terrifying her. But Riona never let anyone touch her very sensitive feet, and certainly not tickle them. She just couldn’t deal with that. And Barbara had threatened to not only tickle but singularly molest Riona’s feet. What on Earth did that mean? For some reason, at this late hour, the thought her tender feet tickled and kissed(?) and who knows what else, provoked a surge of panicked adrenaline that most people would experience simply by being kidnapped. Riona struggled and twisted and pulled at her metal bindings without restraint. Time blurred in a frenzy of futile twisting that left Riona exhausted, panting over her ballgag, and with her dress riding up.

Riona stopped struggling, coming to rest on her side. Riona had not only expended herself, but she realized two things. The first was that she was absolutely helpless, and like so many other things, the decisions regarding what was to be done with and to her feet was not Riona’s to make. Not anymore. And Riona realized that as much as the thought of her feet being touched terrified Riona, it thrilled her as well, as if she needed more arousal. Riona laughed at herself. She had been afraid of having to spend the whole night enchained. Now she hoped she was forced to spend the night restrained regardless of when Barbara returned and what happened next. She felt like she never wanted to be set free. Which made her notice how strangely comfortable she was. She had just thrashed against her metal confinements in a way that should have bruised her badly, but she didn’t feel a thing. She giggled to herself at the thought that she was wearing magical restraints that could only be worn comfortably indefinitely by ladies who love being barefoot.

And from an experience she had as a child when she tried to stay in a cramped toy box as long as possible that should have felt agonizingly cramped being held in this position for two, was it three hours now. It was impossible that Riona feel so refreshed and energetic (even now she was getting her wind back) instead of aching, sore, and crushed. And yet like so many impossible things, tonight they were happening. Riona had only been joking when she had wondered if her roommate was a witch. But events were starting to seem genuinely preternatural. This ordinarily would have terrified the pious little christian girl that Riona had been raised to be, but the young woman she was becoming couldn’t care less, and in fact welcomed the supernatural if it meant she could feel like this for so long and with more promised. Riona’s belly quivers and her hands again reflexively and uselessly reach to touch herself in her “nether regions”, as her mother put it.

Riona again admires herself in the mirror and tugs at her bonds just to feel the delicious resistance and sweet frustration. She glances over and sees that her roommate has left her suitcase open near where Riona is on the floor. Although the last she wants right now is to escape, she feels it would be irresponsible not to try and look for more keys. Riona was really just curious and didn’t really think there was any chance of the witchy Barbara being so careless but a responsible escape attempt was a good excuse for snooping, and how much more trouble could she get in? Riona rolled and squirmed and grunted and groaned as she pulled herself in to a kneeling position in front of Barbara’s suitcase.

Alternate storylines could include the possibility that one of these ladies might have accidentally (or on purpose) signed up for a post spa bondage yoga workout (which is apparently a thing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4R9cv35WyY).

The two travelers could have a third companion who has gotten tired of listening to the two of them bicker, and has decided to keep them tied up until they work out their differences.

Or this could be one of those hotels haunted by kinky ghosts, and if the ladies can’t escape by sun up they will by trapped in the ghost realm, and forever at the mercy of bondage obsessed foot molesting spirits.

This lovely barefoot prisoner might be in this predicament because she fell asleep watching an “I dream of Genie” marathon and is now having a vivid dream of being a poor genie whose lamp was discovered by a naughty Baroness whose first wish was to keep the pretty Genie as a lifelong plaything to keep tied up as a decoration around her castle. If the dreamer dreams deeply enough she may become a permanent resident of the dream lands, a prisoner of her own desires.

In any case, when my fictional barefoot captives get stuck for decades/centuries/forever in dream worlds or ghost realms they always come to love their imprisonment and not only do they remain young and vital indefinitely, every day feels like the first day of their captivity. You wouldn’t want the crushing weight of eternity spoiling the fun.

I’ve been admiring the Aria Harem girl dungeon photoset again. I’ve also been admiring pictures of Elizabeth Olsen I’ve gotten from Wikifeet. Elizabeth, Andrea Corr, Jenny Agutter, or Taylor Swift, or any number of lovely famous ladies would be good candidates for a storyline inpired by Aria’s photoset involving a famous entertainer with the worst agent who somehow negotiates a contract that involves her becoming the property of a crazy European Countess who loves collecting famous young ladies to keep barefoot and tied up in her castle when not being walked in chains publicly for the countess subjects to admire. After spending her first night tied in a strapaddo (if a supportive one), where her soft virginal vulnerable feet were pressed against the cold stone floor, the young celebrity is bathed and tended to by servants, before being hogtied and cleave gagged on satin sheets where she waits for the Countess to come and minister to her poor tired feet with massaging fingers, and a loving searching tongue, followed by cruel tickling…

Lately my mind has been dwelling on supernatural narratives like Faith as the Ghost Bride. Part of the appeal of them to me is that they allow for a damsel to be eternally vital and youthful and comfortable while forever bound and gagged without cramping or needing to eat or use a restroom. Aria could could be portraying a celebrity or rich lady who spent the night in the wrong haunted posh hotel that used to be a castle, and spent too much time admiring a certain antique portrait. Now she has been pulled in to a spirit realm of an enchanted past where she will eternally be the young barefoot captive of the foot molesting Mad Countess.

Part 36:

Taylor Swift rolled around her environment cube, enjoying the sensations of her restraint and mulling over her latest new friend had shared with her. Uma, Charlize, Amanda, and Lynn had all given her glimpses in to her new world, but Tori Amos had shown her wide vistas. And how wonderful it all seemed. So many places and ladies and ways to be tied up. And Tori was so magnificently powerful. An absolute lover of restraint that loved to give as much as receive.

Eventually Taylor’s dreamy musings were interrupted by the information unit declaring that Taylor was nearing the cube of Renee Zellweger and Jodelle Ferland.

“Oh good, new friends”, thought Taylor.

Part 35:

“You are aware that this forest is enchanted?” Tori asked Taylor with a tease in her voice, “The faerie sprites like to come out at dusk in this forest. And for some reason they seem fond of tickling helpless women with their wings.”

Tori was being slowly surrounded by tiny flying glowing little people with dragonfly wings. Tori’s tiger print bikini covered almost nothing of her, and the vines that bound her left her quite unable to fend off the advances of the cheeky faeries when they began to advance and tickle her. Glancingly at first, but soon Tori was being tickle attacked by a small swarm of sprites that no amount of wiggling could evade.

Tori Amos bounced slightly at the end of her vine as she squirmed vigorously and laughed without inhibition. Taylor Swift watched, and occasionally a sprite would break off to look at Taylor through the dual glass. Tori was still being tickled when Taylor’s environment cube started to slide away.

“See you later sweetie”, Tori managed to think at Taylor as she slid away, “I promise you”.

Taylor believed her.