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The neighbor
 
 For the longest time I have wanted to dominate my boy friend.  It was beginning to consume my every thought.  What triggered my desire to due this was me neighbor Lisa.  I have watched her bully her boyfriend around for the last couple of weeks.    
 
 Out in public I watched her order her man to tie her sneakers, to massage her feet in the mall, even told him to kiss her feet, and lick them clean when they were sitting on our deck.  But how did she get control over him?
 
 Lisa and I have talked a few times, but we were not the best of friends.  She was a strong willed nineteen year old, very controlling.  She was 5’7 and was 145 lbs at time.  Lisa had a face that was tall, and narrow, with a big nose and a big smile. I always saw her light brown hair worn back, with her hair tucked behind her ears.  My boyfriend always said he would need two hands to grip her breasts.  There was a little gut forming on her, she claimed it was from the baby, but I never saw her with a kid.  Her arms were long, with nice strong muscles, and tough hands.  Even her legs looked strong, and with her big ass she could have killed someone by sitting on them.  
 
 I guess she was a naturally strong girl, with the body to boot. I myself am a loud mouth, but with my tiny frame I am never taken seriously.  You see, I am only 5’1, 105lbs wet, and because I am a blond people treat me like an airhead.  My arms are tiny and weak; my legs are built but only because I played soccer a year ago.  My size 6 feet are my best feature, my toenails are always trimmed and my feet are as smooth as a babies but.  
 
 I decided I wanted to have my boyfriend crawling on the ground at my feet, kissing them when asked.  This was my fantasy, and it was time I was able to make it a reality.  I figured she would help me out; I only had to work up the courage to ask.
 
 My mind was made up; I waited on the porch for her, knowing her boyfriend was working a double today.  My boyfriend would not be home for a couple days; he was at a convention for work.  It was a little embarrassing, but I knew it would pass.  As I sat there waiting in my shorts and sports braw I wondered what it would feel like, tying my boy up, watching him try and please me, trying to get it right so he would not be punished.  I new about Lisa’s toys, her bondage equipment, gags, and all.    
 
 When I saw her walking in her jeans and white top, her breasts showing at the top, and black Addis sneakers I felt my palms getting sweaty.  All of a sudden I felt weak, pathetic in her presence.  As she walked up the walkway leading to our duplex I was about to run inside, but she called out to me,
 
 “hi Wendy, what ya doing”
 
 And so I explained what I wanted from her, and she was more then happy to help, or so I thought.  We sat and talked for a while, I listened to her stories of dominance.  As she told me she could make anyone worship her I was laughing at how she claimed you could force your will on someone.  
 
 It was time to enter her home, and as soon as I walked in I regretted it.  The living room looked like a training room for puppies.  There was a couch along a wall, and across from the couch was a love seat, in between them was room for a person to lie on the floor.  On one end was handcuffs built into the wall, and on the other was ankle cuffs built into the floor.  In the middle was what looked like a long belt; it was designed to lock your waist to the floor.  All along the floor were little belts waiting to be used.  
 
 Again she was telling me the many different ways to subdue someone, and for every technique she had a story.  My eyes wondered the room as he spoke.  Now I wondered if this was the room that the screams came from night after night.  The hysterical laughing that made my skin crawl, or the shrieks of pain that was heard on the weekends.  
 
 When she noticed I was not paying attention she looked upset, even gave me a dirty look.  I watched her move next to me, and then her arm was quickly around my neck, choking me.  I laughed at first thinking it was a joke, after she pulled tighter around my neck I new it was on.  As I tried to punch free she kept asking me,
 
 “Will you kiss my feet”
 
 When I said NO, she replied,” You will dear, you will”
 
 When my body fell to the floor her arms were replaced with her legs.  She was sprawled out smiling at me as I struggled against her strong legs.  Desperately trying to fight to get out of the house, I could not help but think what she wanted to do to me 3;
 
          “You see my slave 3;you will call me Mistress Lisa, or master Lisa. The reason I wanted you to kiss my feet was simple, it admits you are beneath me, you are lower then dirt.  Before long you will be begging to kiss my feet, to have the privilege to bath my feet with your tongue.  You will see, of course it is easier when you are ticklish, you will see slave…you will see 3;
 
 Lisa released me from her scissor hold, thankful I was about to thank her, but she pinned me.  Now she was sitting with her knees on my shoulders, her ass crushing my chest.  My body was trapped beneath a truck, unable to move.  
 
         “Just remember that you said no when I asked if you wanted to kiss my feet.  When you have tears running down your face and you are gasping for air, unable to say the words I want to hear.  You will be so desperate latter on you will say anything, do anything for me to stop, but I will not stop, you will have to be punished for saying no.  How will I do this to you, are you ticklish 3;
 
 It was hard to breath let alone speak with her sitting on me.  My arms were helpless under her; I noticed she was pulling down her jeans, then her panties.  I began trying to kick, buck, and wiggle free, but nothing worked.  I watched as she inched closer to my face with her pussy creeping closer to my face.  Then she consumed me, her pussy was all I could breath, as she laid on my face I could feel my head get pinned between her and the floor.  When my body bucked from lack of air she raised her self up, just for a second.  Then I was fighting for air again, getting smothered with her pussy.  I could hear the sucking sounds I was making, it was scary.  As she shoved herself harder I could feel the room begin to spin, then 3;
 
 As I began to wake up from my unexpected nap I tried to focus, tried to shake the cobwebs from my head.  My heart exploded when I realized I was tied down; I was between the couch and love seat.  Sure enough, my arms were unable to move, my legs and waist tied down tight.  When I noticed Lisa sitting on the couch with her sneakers resting on my naked body like I was a floor mat 3; I tried to yell at her, but she had placed a gag in my mouth.  The bitch was watching TV, and eating her dinner.  There was no way I could get her attention.  All I could do was wait for her to look at me 3;
 
 My anger was growing, who the hell did she think she was, she will pay for this.  I felt her sneakers pushing on my stomach; she was resting her arms on her knees as she leaned forward.  The gag, but she drowned my protest out new I was not happy.    
 
         “My slave is awake 3;excellent, oh 3;do you not like me using your body as my stool?  What’s that?  I can’t hear you, oh 3;no, you will have to wait to kiss my feet.  That will come much latter”
 
 My eyes were ready to pop out when she stood on me, stood watching TV sideways on me.  The blood in my body was pushed out of my body because she was squishing me.  Lisa stood with her arms locked behind her head, laughing at her show.  When a commercial came on she passed the time by walking around my stomach, she took baby steps as she walked.  A couple times she acted like she was going to jump on me, but she just was playing with me.  
 
 When she went to the kitchen I was relieved, I was finally able to breath and relax my stomach muscles.  After an hour of her standing on me I was sore, and pissed.  I had to admit, if she told me to kiss her feet right now I would, just to end this evil game she was playing.  
 
 It was humiliating to be stripped naked and walked on by another woman.  To be unable to speak or move was scary, and to not be able to stop her from doing anything she wanted to me was sickening.  And the thought of her tickling me was all I could think about, would she really torture me, did she understand what it was like to be tickled, to be so vulnerable to tickling like this must just be a stunt to make me feel uncomfortable, she would never actually do it, or would she…
 
 Lisa came walking into the room and never even looked at me.  It was like I was invisible to her.  Again she stepped up and onto my stomach, her sneaker marks still imprinted on my skin.  Lisa stood with her hands on her hips as she flipped through the channels on the TV.  
 
 When the TV was turned off she looked down at me, smiled, and then sat down on the couch, her feet resting on me again.  I watched as she unlaced her sneakers, moving slowly she went, must have known I was watching her every move, wondering what was next, moving even slower to keep me wondering.
 
 My eyes were glued to her feet; she pulled off her sneakers and dropped them on the floor.  The white ankle socks now had my attention.  I watched her legs stretch out over my body, then watched them come to rest on my side, her toes pressing on my side by my stomach, her heels resting on the floor.  She was pinching her toes into me, getting me to squeal as she went.  This time she watched me and was enjoying my whimpers and flinching that she was getting from me.  
 
 After she had her fun pinching me with her toes she picked up her sneakers and then sat on me.  I watched with great interest as she moved her arms closer to my head, her sneakers still in her hands.  Why was she still holding her sneakers?    
 
 My question was answered when a sneaker was held over my nose.  At first I fought it, but when I noticed Lisa was getting the reaction she wanted I stopped shaking my head and smelled it.  It smelled of rotten food, had me coughing and fighting to keep from losing my lunch.  The sick thing was after awhile I got used to the smell.    
 
 I was feeling good, I was winning her game, and she would never beat me.  I could take it; she would not be able to reduce me to a foot-licking slave, not me.    
 
 Lisa took her other sneaker and used the laces to tie it to my nose.  It was tied tight around my head.  I smelled her sneaker, not like I had a choice, as she removed her socks.  I watched as she stuck one into the other, then she removed my gag.  The socks were shoved into my mouth and she used some tape to keep them in my mouth.  I grew irritated as she did this; she was lucky I was tied down.  With her sitting on me watching me smell and taste her footwear was depressing.  
 
 My mouth was exploding from her dirty, worn out socks.  I could taste her sweat; her stinky socks were getting soaked in my saliva.  As I swallowed I could taste her feet in my mouth.  I was consumed in her feet now, it was very degrading.  For the first time I was really felling submissive, I felt like I was losing my mind, losing the will to think for myself.  I would have done anything to get her to remove her sneakers and socks off me.  
 
 Lisa stood again, this time standing on me with her bare feet.  She playfully held her foot up so I could see the bottom of her foot, then she brought it down to cover my face.  It was a way of telling me I was going to be under her feet all night.  Over and over again I watched her foot come crashing down onto my face.  I could see the wrinkles on her feet; her wide long foot coming down slowly to my face, where I could see the toe jam waiting to be cleaned.
 
 Lisa was walking up and down my body, stopping every now and then to grind her heel into me.  Lisa took one foot, placed her heel on my naked frame with her toes skyward, then move her heel right to left, then left to right moving faster and faster.  My skin would burn where she did this, my body unable to move all I could do was scream through the socks and tape.    
 
 My body was getting worn down; all the walking on me left me with no energy.  It was frustrating to have someone walking on you, treating you like an animal, trying to deliberately make you cry, to make you accept the fact you are not in control.    
 
  She must have felt bad for being so cruel, she was running her toes with a soft touch along my stomach.  The change in her mood was welcome, but why did she shift tactics, I would have begged for her to stop.  
 
 The soft felling of her toes rubbing all over my sensitive belly had me squirming, oh god it was beginning to tickle.  As her foot reached across my body I flinched as I anticipated her touch.  Lisa used her toes on her left foot to rake my belly from my right side to my left side.  With her relentless foot play I could not help but start giggling.  With every stroke of her toes gliding softly over my stomach I was closer to having an all out laughing attack.  
 
 Lisa was looking at me with a hard, cold look as she said, “oh 3;someone is ticklish, good 3;good 3;you will make this fun then”
 
 Lisa was working her toes around my belly button, asking all the while, does this tickle”
 
 She kept circling my belly button, moving nice and slow, and kept doing it till she saw the sweat rolling of my face.  Lisa knew the light tickling was having a tortures affect on me.  Knowing I could not stop it, the tickling sensations that shot through my body every time her toes touched me was almost too much to handle.  
 
 The loud cries and curses were coming out all muffled as the socks in my mouth made all of my sounds unintelligible.  The only constant was the tickling; Lisa was a master of torture.  I went ballistic when her toe entered my soooo sensitive belly button.  Again she barely touched me as her toes hovered over me, and then poked around my navel.  My body lunged upward, then I remembered I could not move, my mind was crying out with uncontrolled, tortures sounds.  
 
 Lisa kept brushing me with her toes as I laughed and snorted.  Try as I might I could not get free.  Time stopped for me as I endured minute after minute of tickling, I was crying when I realized she was not going to stop.  My thoughts were only of her letting me go, but after awhile I could not even think 3;just laugh hysterically.
 
 I was still laughing when Lisa reached over and pulled the tape hard, then the sock came out.  Lisa left her foot inches above my lips, kept it there dangling in my face.  When I was able to stop laughing I reached up to kiss her foot, which was almost touching my lips.  I hesitated, and then went to kiss her creamy white sole.  Just when my lips were about to touch her foot she pulled it back laughing, said, “You need to ask for it, how bad do you want it?  
 
 PLEASE master Lisa, may I kiss your feet master 3;please 3;
 
 No 3;you can not, maybe after some begging 3;
 
 Please master Lisa, may I kiss your pretty feet, they are so perfect, may I please.
 
 Lisa sat on my waist, moved her feet above my face again.  I watched as her creamy white soles began coming down towards my face, then I closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  I waited for her smelly feet to enter my mouth.  Then my body exploded with tickling sensations, my stomach and armpits were getting tickled.  My eyes opened to find her toes wiggling under my arms.  Her heels were on the floor and her toes worked me over.  They felt different now, not so slimy anymore; they were cold and moving very fast.  
 
 My stomach was getting ravaged with her fingers, all digging into me at the same time.  She was digging in deep and then held them in me as she wiggled her fingers frantically, then when I was laughing hysterically, and to her satisfaction, she took to spider walking her fingers up and down my ribs.  Ten tickling toes and ten fingers was over kill for little old me.
 
 With her sitting on me and her feet going nuts on me I was screaming like a girl getting attacked by a pack of wild dogs.  The screams were bouncing of the walls of the entire house.  My arms wiggled against my restraints, my legs shook so hard the chains on my ankles were banging together.  
 
 Lisa was trying hard to keep me screaming with fits of laughter, and she was getting it.  When my laughter turned silent she took her feet and held them over my face saying, “who has the prettiest feet”?  Then as I got my wind back and tried to answer she continues the tickling assault, saying, when will you end this and kiss my feet 3;not yet 3;okay, lets keep tickling.  
 
 As my tears ran freely down my face and my body began thrashing about Lisa continued her taunting. “I think you like it, tell me you love to get tickled.  You look so funny moving around, it’s not like you can get away from me 3;all that screaming will tire you out, calm down”.
 
 After another long hour of tickling my upper body she turned around, then got up and sat down at my feet.  I was unable to stop laughing; my body was one big tickling mass of flesh.  My energy was gone, all I could do was try to take it, and there was no other choice.  
 
 As I looked down at my feet I saw Lisa with her head at my feet, then I felt her breath on the tips of my toes and I lost it.  She kept blowing on my toes; she was enjoying watching me driven into insanity.  The air racing between my toes left me speechless.  O 3;how I wish I could just run away 3;
 
 Just when I thought I was done screaming, my body drained of energy and air I was proven wrong.  Lisa took my baby toe in her mouth and sucked on it, making loud slurping sounds as she went.  As she went from toe to toe I waited for my body to explode.  I was pulling so hard on my restraints I thought my wrists and ankles were going to come off.  
 
 When I felt her tongue wrap around my toes my body shuddered, then shook uncontrollable as I laughed myself into hysteria.  It was like a wet sucking device was attached to my toes that would not shut off.  The more her tongue slide between my toes the closer I got to a total mental melt down.  She worked over each toe with enthusiasm, stopping to snake her tongue up and down my soles.  
 
 I could not believe she reduced me to a sobbing little girl with her mouth.  My eyes tried to watch her slither her warm tongue all over my soft feet, but I could not hold my head up.  I felt her work her way from my toes down, her tongue moving side to side, then from top to bottom. She did not stop till every inch of my ticklish feet were tickled.    
 
 When I felt her teeth nibbling on my toes my body began jumping about again.  Lisa took each toe and delicately rubbed them with her teeth, grinding them back and forth.  My laughter was getting weaker with each passing second.  Every time she switched toes I thought I would pass out, but no such luck.  
 
 I saw her move between my legs; her feet close to my thighs and her fingers were wiggling over my toes.  “Please mistress Lisa 3;may I kiss your feet.  Let me worship your feet mistress, let me prove I can treat you right”
 
 Her head drifted back, then I heard her thunderous laugh rolling over me.  Her toes started tapping my thighs; her fingers also began scratching at my soles.  In just a few seconds I was a laughing little girl again. Lisa used her toes to tease me, and her fingers were used to get me screaming like a pathetic slave again.  
 
 My body was tensing up as she worked me over.  It was hard to breath for me; all I could do was laugh.  There was no stopping though; she just tickled my feet all over.  Lisa was laughing as she watched me fight to keep myself from drifting into a ticklish dream.  When the room began to spin she finally stopped, stood up and walked toward my head.  I watched her feet walking up to me, and then I felt her stand on my stomach.  Her full weight was stomping out the tickle bugs on me.  Her foot slapping at my skin, “stop laughing damit, shut up” she yelled. There was nothing I could do; I was not in control of my body any more.  
 
 As she walked up my body I felt her bare feet sinking into me as she walked.  With every step I felt her feet take away what was left of my pride, I was totally defeated.  With her left foot on my chest and her right on my face I felt truly dominated.  It was her victory pose.  
 
 Smell it she commanded, and so I did.  My nose was shoved under her feet, and I inhaled deeply to please her.  My nose smelled every wrinkle on her heel, and then up her foot I went. “Make sure you get under my toes slave” 3;”Yes mistress” I responded.  Lisa used my nose to pry back her toes; the musky smell had no effect on me.  Again I sucked the nasty odor from under each of her toes, happy to see she was happy.  
 
         “Now kiss them slave”!  I kissed the tip of each toe as it was offered, then sucked on each as it was driven deep into my mouth.  The vinegar taste got no reaction from me, as long as she did not tickle me I was okay with what ever she wanted to do to me.    
 
 She stood on me, showing how dominant she was, her feet being forced into my mouth.  I felt like her obedient slave, willing to do anything to please her.  I knew the tickling was over; I had no problem kissing her feet as she got off.  My breathing was returning to normal, my body ready for a deep sleep.  When I saw Lisa step off me and walk away I wanted to tell her to let me go, but I new that was not allowed.  
 
 After awhile she returned, asked, “will you fall to the ground when I snap my finger” I replied with a weak “yes mistress” I want you to prove it, will you let me tickle you a little more she asked me.  I figured she was testing me so I told her yes, of course mistress.  
 
 Lisa placed a blindfold on me, then ear plugs into my ears.  When she stood on me again I thought all was well. I felt her feet standing firmly on my stomach, new she was trying to get me to scream, to get me to act like a bad slave.  But when I felt someone sit on my right leg, then my left I was scared.  Two hands were massaging my feet, what was going on.  Then someone straddled me, how many people were in the room?  My body relaxed from the nice, gentle massage; maybe this was a treat for me?  Then my body jumped from an all out attack on my body, with my mistress standing on me.  
 
 HEEELLPP!!!!!!!    
 

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