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Chapter 2 Part 2
🕑 Added 2025-03-26 16:14:28 +0000 UTCLily’s POV (condition: nylons)
I heard the soft click of a button, and before I could even process it, something was shoved into my mouth.
A muffled yelp escaped me as the ballgag forced itself between my lips, the straps tightening behind my head, locking it in place. Oh my god! My tongue pushed against the smooth rubber, trying to dislodge it, but it was secure.
Then—darkness. A blindfold wrapped around my head, snug and firm, blocking out everything. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t speak. I was completely cut off from everything except sound. And the sounds I heard were muffled, panicked noises. The others.
I instinctively tried to move, but my restrained body didn’t budge. I was still mummified in this sleep-sack-like casing, strapped to the table, my nylon-clad feet locked in the stocks. I flexed my toes against the thin fabric, the smooth material doing nothing to protect me. This was really happening.
And then—the scientist spoke. “There is one last detail before we begin,” she announced. “For those of you who chose to go barefoot… you’ll be receiving an additional restraint – toe ties.”
I tensed. Toe-ties? A second later, I heard it. Muffled grunts and startled whimpers and I realized what had happened. The ones who were barefoot had just had their toes tied back to the stocks. Anne. Dave. They were the ones barefoot, so… they got them.
I didn’t need to see what was happening—I could imagine it perfectly. Their toes being pulled back and secured, completely immobilizing their feet. I shuddered. If I had gone barefoot, that would have been me.
A wave of relief washed over me. I almost let out a sigh—almost. If I had gone barefoot, my toes would be stretched back just like theirs, leaving my soles completely vulnerable, unable to curl my toes, unable to even twitch. That would have been unbearable. At least with the nylons on, I had some protection… Or did I?
I swallowed hard. Nylons heightened sensitivity. I knew that. I had always been ridiculously ticklish, especially on my soles and arches. The slightest touch could send me into fits of uncontrollable laughter. And now, with my feet trapped, covered in sheer fabric that made every sensation stronger…
Maya’s POV (condition: socks)
My breathing was already shaky when I heard the soft mechanical noise of a button being pressed. Then, without warning—a ballgag pressed between my lips. What the hell?! My tongue pushed against it uselessly. There was no getting it out.
Before I could even process the gag, the blindfold followed. Darkness. I inhaled sharply through my nose. No sight. No speech. All I had now was sound. And I heard the others. Muffled noises, just like mine, echoing in the room. We had all been silenced.
I instinctively tried to move, but nothing. My arms, my legs—completely trapped. I wiggled my toes inside my socks, the only part of me that could still move freely.
Then, I heard the scientist’s voice. “There is one last detail before we begin,” she announced. “For those of you who chose to go barefoot… you’ll be receiving an additional restraint – toe ties.”
My stomach dropped, but I felt a small flicker of relief as I heard the clicks followed by muffled reactions. Anne and Dave. Their toes being tied back. But not mine. I felt bad for them… but at the same time, I was so grateful I wasn’t in their position.
I flexed my toes inside my socks again. That could have been me. I felt both relieved and guilty. I had fought for the socks, and now… I was glad I had them. I’m still trapped, still gagged, still blindfolded… But at least my toes are free. I had dodged a bullet.
Anne’s POV (condition: barefoot)
I didn’t even had time to react. I grunted in shock as the ballgag forced itself between my lips, locking in place. Then, before I could even process it—darkness. The blindfold tightened around my head. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t speak.
I tried to move on instinct, but my body was still tightly restrained. I was trapped. Completely helpless. I could hear the others, all of them making muffled noises. They were in the same situation.
I hated this. I had always hated my feet being touched. They were unbearably ticklish, especially my arches. Even an accidental graze could send me into fits of laughter. And now? Now, I was willingly putting myself in a position where my bare feet would be completely exposed.
And then—the scientist’s voice. “There is one last detail before we begin,” she announced. “For those of you who chose to go barefoot… you’ll be receiving an additional restraint – toe-ties.”
I barely had time to process those words before I felt it.
Thin straps wrapped around my toes before I could even react. I let out a muffled yell behind my gag, instinctively trying to curl my toes—but they wouldn’t budge. The ties pulled them back and apart, locking them in place. I froze. My breath hitched as realization hit me. I couldn’t move my feet. At all. What the hell?! Toe-ties? Really?
I tried again to move my toes. Nothing. Completely secured, leaving my bare soles totally exposed for what was coming next. I let out a muffled whimper behind my gag, panic setting in. This was bad. I had thought I was playing it smart by choosing to go barefoot instead of wearing nylons, but I hadn’t known about the toe-ties. Now I couldn’t even scrunch my toes, couldn’t flex my feet, couldn’t do anything to fight what was coming.
And the worst part? It didn’t even started. The anticipation was almost worse than the tickling itself. I knew it was coming… I just didn’t know when.
