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Rated: E · Interactive · Erotica · #1976401

You're kidnapped by a wicked foot fetishist to fulfill his (and your) desires.

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Chapter #3

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    by: Alart Author IconMail Icon
"Fuck."

That was the most immediate, practical response your brain could come up with.
The mysterious guy doesn’t seem too thrilled about your first reaction, but he steps closer to you, nibbling on the base of his thumb.

"What’s wrong? Uncomfortable? Strange—I thought it’d be perfect for you."

He moves toward you, somewhere between nervous and excited, like the mere sight of your feet in the stocks both calms and arouses him.
You clench your fists inside the restraints, which pull your arms back—trying to tug, to push. Of course, you don’t move an inch.
Your feet, locked in the stocks, are just as still: you can feel your ankles rattle faintly against the wood and metal. It's a weird feeling, you've only seen stocks in movies on in certain types of videos, but it's the first time you're experiencing one in your life. You feel like a warrior trapped, but you can't give up. Not now.
You’re not sure why there’s such a vivid fire burning inside you, but what’s clear is that you do not appreciate being woken up early, let alone being kidnapped.

"And here I thought you were just crazy, but now I see I’m in the hands of a complete lunatic!"

In all those cop shows and crime dramas, they always say: Never antagonize the one holding the keys to your freedom.
But the urge to fight back, even provoke him, has taken over.
The guy’s eyes go wide—he looks far from willing to let that slide.

"Let me go right now!" you shout, trying to wriggle free.

The mysterious man moves closer in a flash, making you flinch. He grabs your cheeks between two fingers, squeezing them hard. You feel his breath on your face—and his voice, cold as ice, hits you like a wave.

"Listen to me. You are my prisoner now. And you’ll stay that way for as long as I decide. You have the most sensitive feet I’ve ever seen, locked up and completely at my mercy. Do you really think resisting will get you anywhere? It’s your choice which game we play..."

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1. Apologise

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2. Antagonize him more

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