Since the topic of kidnapped celebrities has come up, one variation I like is a woman who looks just like a celebrity and is always getting kidnapped by mistake. She might even have a card on her that reads, “The holder of this card is not the celebrity you think she is. This can be confirmed by calling the following number:555-5555. If you have kidnapped this woman by mistake please return her to where you took her from. Thank you.”

The whole thing is inconvenient, but the lady kinda likes the attention. One day the lady is kept by one of her kidnappers, who likes her even more than the celebrity they were trying to kidnap. Don’t you love a happy ending. This seems like something that would happen to Juliana, or Harriet, or Hollie…

My Pagan priestesses also don’t age, get sick, or need to eat, breath, drink, or use the restroom and could potentially survive the destruction of a planet while confined barefoot. Strong magic.

Narcolepsy is bad enough without practical jokers taking your clothes up and tying you up in front of a running camera. Seems to happen every time she nods off now.

An ultimate way to link photosets and videos is an enchanted set of wrist and ankle shackles that enable a woman who falls asleep wearing them to have her consciousness transported through time and space into the body of a tied up barefoot woman. She is only a passenger there to experience another captive’s feelings. Her mind drifts from captive to captive possibly forever. This can link any photoset or video or even mainstream movie or TV or book scene.

Watching again I was taken with the way the tops of Penny’s feet were so delightfully displayed in these videos. The bird sound at the beginning of the second video is a touch loud compared the rest of the soundtrack. Small point. Long live the happy barefoot captive princess. Seriously. I’d like to see more of her.

Mr. Nice Guy

Some time ago I created for myself a barefoot captive goddess inspired by Dennis Cramer’s Mara: Celtic Shameness. Delta could be playing a shy reserved young woman who is being contacted/recruited by my Pagan goddess (Whom I call Amara, which means “of eternal beauty” in Greek, and is the long form of Mara’s name). In this dream the Goddess assumes the form of Delta herself so she can show Delta just how beautiful she and her feet look, and how beautiful she and her feet could look tied up and what power she could wield as a result.

By the way, I do like the humor of the replacement TV storyline.

Delta is told that the choice to become a pagan priestess would be made with her soul and not her mind. Delta awakes in the middle of a sylvan glade with her hands tied behind her wrists, wearing a ballgag, and surrounded by faeries that use their little wings to tickle Delta as she laughs into her red ballgag, happy with her choice.

By the way, my pagan priestesses cannot be harmed by anything, even atom bombs, while they are barefoot and tied up. No one can take a deliberate harmful action against a priestess, including untying her with intent to make her vulnerable to harm. The priestesses can use their magic to heal and protect others. Sometimes in a wide radius. The one thing they cannot do is free themselves, since that capacity would negate the fundamental helplessness that fuels their magic.

I have a feeling that the hotel staff will grow weary of listening to the ladies cry for help and gag them. Might even toe tie them if they’re feeling mean.

My August 30 post about Hollie listening to a recording on a spaceship would have the recorded speech end with something like, “Your abduction may be recorded for training and quality control purposes. And to maybe to be sold on the internet.”

How submissive is your barefoot captive? We at Gwendolyn Transportation have devised a six point scale to determine the submissiveness of your captive.

1.Defiant-“You can’t do this to me”, “You won’t get away with this”, “Let me go right now!”

2.Defiant but resigned-“OK, you’ve got me but you can’t make me enjoy this.”

3.Reluctantly submissive-“I think I’m starting to enjoy this.”

4.Submissive-“I’m enjoying this.”

5.Enthusiasticly submissive-“Don’t forget to tie my toes together. before you tickle me.”

6.Complete submissive-“Do whatever you want to with me, just don’t ever make me leave.”

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These four poster beds are great for having two friends or sisters each get tied up with their back to two separate posts so the can only touch each other with their bare feet. I’d like to see this bed again.

One variation of the serial damsel is the woman who wakes up unexpectedly and inescapably tied up in her own bed. Let’s say her hands are bound behind her box style and her legs/feet are tied together and a relatively short cord connects her ankles to the foot of the bed. She is tape gagged, and lives in her own house so no one can hear her call out for help. The cord binding her to her bed keep the lady from hopping over to the front door or squirming over to the phone or computer. Inch worming into the kitchen to find a knife to cut herself loose. The close proximity to so many things that could free her if but for that one damned connecting cord is maddening and she soon comes to hate that one cord that binds her above all others.

The woman spends all day tied up in bed, struggling with waning energy and enthusiasm. After a few hours she accepts her helplessness and lays there spent, emotionally cycles through resignation, worry, confusion, curiosity, and latent arousal. Finally falling asleep.

The next morning due to the blessing/curse of the voodoo charm/gypsy hex/pagan magic/aliens/who really cares the woman wakes up feeling refreshed. She’s also now tied to an antique but sturdy chair in an attic room on a farm. She’s cleave gagged or stuff gagged with 2 scarves now and wearing an elegant dress. She’s barefoot. The shoes that go with the dress are empty nearby. The lady again spends the day tied up. She struggles, puzzles, imagines, and maybe remembers a childhood friend or sibling that would playfully tie them up.

Sleep overcomes our damsel who awakes with her wrists tied to the back of her ankles (like Delta in her replacement TV video) wearing cut-off shorts, a T-shirt, and another tape gag. This one packed. She is located in a small tree house 50 feet off the ground in a forest on a different continent than she started out in.

Unless the poor lady has been cursed to go on forever spending each day tied up differently in a different location, she starts having dreams of a captive barefoot pagan goddess. The lady get’s recruited into the goddess’ tied up barefoot priestesshood and finally wakes up untied back in her own bed where little time has passed (like the ending of my first Harriet Cooper story). She’s ready to spread the good word of her pagan goddess and start getting her barefoot friends tied up.

Any amount of one models videos and photo sets can be thematically linked this way, no matter how dissimilar. In fact, the more dissimilar the better since it enhances the “how the heck did I get here tied up like this while I was asleep?” question.

Mr. Nice Guy from Midian

At times I’ve wondered just what (if any) connection there is between my twin fetishes. I don’t know what, if anything, a psychologist would say, but for me the link is vulnerability. Whether a woman is consensually bound for her pleasure or a damsel in distress; she is helpless. She is dependent on her captor for her well being and care, or dependent on a rescuer to free her. Most guys like feeling useful, and a helpless woman needs you.

She is also vulnerable. A tied up woman is helpless to prevent anyone from doing whatever they please with her or to her. She trusts her lover not to hurt her, or fears what might become of her if she is a damsel. I think most bondage enthusiasts have a thing for the vulnerability of a damsel.

To a lesser degree a barefoot woman is vulnerable. She must be careful where she steps, and usually walks with a delicious light tentative step. And if escape requires running over broken glass she is trapped. A barefoot woman is vulnerable to tickling. And if she is insecure about the beauty of her feet she may feel vulnerable if people can see her bare feet (Tina Fey).

On a more personal note. When I was in school on of the few good things was admiring the pretty girls and hoping they would wear revealing sandals or slipper like shoes they would slide their feet in and out of. Apparently oblivious to how insanely beautiful they were and how crazy they were making me. Seeing a pretty girls feet was like catching a stolen glimpse of a girls beautiful soul.

Barefoot and tied up: Priceless

My August 28 post about the idea of Hollie being an innocent virginal good girl (I like innocent virginal good girls) who never broke a rule or did anything mean until she broke the rules just a little and got caught got to me thinking on an extension or variation of it.

Hollie Kiss lives in a dystopic authoritarian world/country where individuals are forbidden to ever be barefoot, even indoors, but especially outdoors. Hollie had always been obedient until she joined a crowd of ladies in college who would sometimes gather in private and take off their shoes, and when feeling adventurous would even go outside.

Hollie is so intoxicated by the transgressive thrill of walking barefoot on cool nighttime grass that she is slow to respond when a security patrol surprises the ladies. Now she’s tied up and tape gagged with her guilty feet visible for all to see.

Only once before has a woman in this land been caught barefoot outside. It was centuries ago, and she was sentenced to be tied up barefoot and toe tied in public on a pedestal inside a sphere of mystic energy that would keep her young and vital as long as she was inside, as a warning to all that saw her, for the rest of her natural life.

Hollie’s people are long lived, and that woman is still there. Struggling, and pleading with her eyes at the passersby. Hollie saw this woman as a child while traveling. The sight of that uniquely barefoot and confined sorrowful woman had stuck in her mind. Hollie couldn’t stop thinking of that captive woman, and fearing that a pedestal was being prepared for Hollie nearby. Because that woman who’d spent centuries serving her sentence as a public warning was tied up in almost the exact same manner as Hollie was now. Hollie twisted her ankles and played with her feet while she was still able. Before her big toes were tied together, locking her feet together side by side for rest of her life. Left out in public for the rest of the people to be warned by the example of her guilty feet.

Natalia had been finishing up restoring an antique dollhouse when she was suddenly shrunk down to doll size and pulled into the dollhouse. This sort of thing had happened before. Antique things are occasionally magical. What had never happened before was arriving bound and gagged in her underwear. She’d been barefoot while working, but she’d been wearing pants and a shirt. And Natalia was getting a stronger and stronger feeling that she wasn’t alone, that an unseen presence was brushing against her feet and her breasts. Teasing them with the hint of a tickle. OOOOOOOOOHHH, what was that!!!!

Usually Natalia just had to walk out the front door of a magic dollhouse to break the spell. But she wasn’t walking anywhere. Her only hope was for her beautiful and barefoot coworker/friend/sister/mother/aunt/neighbor to find her somehow. Natalia thinks she is saved when her gigantic looking friend comes to examine the dollhouse, but suddenly her friend gets shrunk and transported next to Natalia. Bound, gagged, barefoot, indignant, and even more confused than Natalia, who rolls her eyes and sarcastically mumbles into her gag, “Thank God you’re here to rescue me.”

Another dollhouse story line would involve a Faerie who made the mistake of flying too far into the woods and out of the sunshine where her wings would disappear. Her wings would come back if she could at least get back into the sunlight, but those mean juvenile ogres grabbed her and stuck her in this dollhouse. Worse, they were scheming to lure more Faeries into captivity to fill the rooms of the dollhouse.

The way Natalia occasionally lets loose with a particularly vigorous kick or pelvic thrust from out of nowhere makes it look a bit like she is being tickled or goosed unexpectedly by some unseen presence. Maybe the same entity that tied up poor Natalia. Maybe not. This fits in well with a haunted house/ghost/poltergeist/invisible familiar story line.