Praying for

"I want to die! Please, please just kill me! I...I'm SORRYYYY!!! JUST KILL ME, PLEASE!" "NOPE!"

Source: Devianart Website

Original Story: A lesson in humility

Original Author: duckster77

Original Posting Date: Apr 17, 2019

“Hold on, I've just pulled onto the drive. Let me take you off of loudspeaker mode. There we go, much better.” Caroline grabbed her slick, black phone from the holder in her car and brought it to her ear. Handbag slung over one shoulder, she left the car and began walking up the drive, heels clicking with every step.

“Of course I don't drive with my phone in my hand, I'm not an idiot!” She chuckled at the assumption of her friend. “I'm really not looking forwards to our gym session later. My feet at killing me. I can't wait to kick off these shoes and relax for a while.”

Pausing, she listened to what was being said on the other side of the phone. A smile of amusement crept onto those pink lips. “Yep, you're right, Billie is gonna hate me. My poor child, she’s going to be sitting there, trying to play that fighting game that she’s obsessed with whilst trying to ignore her mom's stinky feet. Oh well, I'm sure She can stomach it. You got plenty to do this weekend?”

Following through familiar motions, the smartly dressed mother rifled through her handbag with one hand searching for the keys with the phone occupying the other hand. Then she realised that her daughter was inside and that the door was likely to be unlocked and resisted the urge to slap herself. “Oh you don't? I wish I had a free weekend. I have to re-dye my hair first of all, those pesky brown roots are showing through. Sometimes I wish I had been born a natural blonde. My sister and her daughters are visiting tomorrow too.”

“No, we're not doing much. At least, I don't think we are.” Caroline opened the front door of her home, the hinges of which creaked unhealthily. Another job on the list. “I suppose it's up to my sister. If she wants to do something I'll be more than hap--”

What Caroline saw next caused her to stop entirely. She stood silent, still as a statue. Then, the smile of amusement from moments before returned at three times the size. “Dear oh dear, what have we here? Sorry Tara, something rather interesting has come up. I'll tell you all about it later. Heavens no, it won't mess with our gym plans! Okay, see you later!”

Shaking her head, Caroline eyed her daughter as she hung up the phone. She was in a predicament to say the least. “Well, I wonder how this happened. I can't exactly ask you, can I? Whoever did this has seen to that.”

All she received in response was a muffled yell. It was a hilarious sight for Caroline, after such a long day of work. There She was, her daughter, on the floor by the television in a strict hog-tie. All of her clothing save the blue thongs were missing. her wrists and ankles were tied together and those ties were joined, resulting in the hog-tie. Caroline could see that an extra few ropes bound her shins, knees and thighs together too. Each length of rope was tied over a strip of cloth, preventing friction against the bare skin. The reason that poor Billie couldn't speak was because of what the perpetrator had done to her face. Strips of duct tape covered her lips, preventing her from spitting something out of her mouth, something big enough to cause her cheeks to bulge. Over that, covering her nose, was a small blue canvas sneaker. Placed in such a way that every breath the victim took was tainted by the odour of the footwear, the laces were tied behind her head to keep it in place.

The most unusual part of Billie's situation, however, was that the controller of her console was being used rather creatively. The controller was plugged into the powered on console and by following the wire from the controller port, Caroline found that it led right into her daughter’s panties. Duct tape was applied to the outside of her thongs, but that seemed to just be a precaution; the fact that the controller was underneath the weight of her hog-tied body would be enough to prevent her from removing it. Caroline saw on the TV that Billie's favourite game, Ultimate Fight 7, was on. She'd watched her play it enough to understand what was happening. Whoever constructed this cruel and unusual set up had set the game to practice mode and put Billie up against the most basic level of AI opponent. Every few seconds the AI character would land a hit on Billie's character, causing the controller in her pants to vibrate.

Billie made a short muffled noise whenever the controller vibrated, squirming around in her bondage. She was blushing hard, looking at her watching mother with ****, pleading eyes. “Did Katie do this to you?” Caroline asked, walking over to her daughter and circling her, admiring the handiwork. Billie nodded her head to the question, before struggling as her character was subjected to a multi-hit combo. Caroline noticed that Billie’s nipples were rock hard.

“What did you do this time? You really should pay more attention to her, you know? She is a lovely young woman. Very pretty too.” Knowing full well that her daughter was incapable of detailed answers, she was only questioning her rhetorically. She took a seat on the couch, directly to her side. An evil idea popped into her head and Caroline reached out, lightly running her red, manicured nails over Billie's bare upturned sole. Jumping at the touch, she tried moving her foot out of the way. She succeeded, but only barely. Had Caroline been serious, she could have tickled those feet to her heart's desire.

Billie then launched into what would have been a verbal outburst had She not been gagged. Loud, garbled noises that sounded particularly angry started coming from the bound girl. her restricted writhing became more consistent, frequently becoming more intense every few moments when the controller vibrated. She did shut up though, when her mom poked her exposed side with the toe of her black heeled shoe that she wore for work.

“There's no point getting angry Billie. I'll tell you now that I quite like having you tied up. While you're not exactly taking a break from that damn game, it's good enough. Now, you and I are going to sit here and have some much needed mother and daughter bonding time. Firstly, would you like me to remove Katie's shoe from your face? I imagine that it's not pleasant having your nose buried in that smelly old thing.”

Placated and calm for the time being, Billie nodded the affirmative. Caroline smiled sweetly, untying the laces and removing the piece of footwear from her daughter’s nose. Giving it a curious sniff, she found that it positively reeked with the aroma of a young woman's foot. “Wow, that certainly is stinky! I wonder how long you've had to put up with that for.” That's when she noticed something inside the sneaker. Reaching her fingers inside, Caroline plucked out a piece of paper. Opening it out fully, she found it to be a note drafted in the neat handwriting of her daughter’s girlfriend.

“Looks like Katie was thoughtful enough to leave a note. Let's get to the bottom of this, shall we? And I hope you don't mind Billie, but I simply have to take my shoes off. My feet are killing me.” Using the other foot as a prop, Caroline removed both heeled shoes using just her nylon clad feet, right in from of Billie's face. “There we go!” She flexed her toes, scrunched her soles. Even from atop the couch she caught a whiff of the foot odour that her feet had acquired over the course of the day. Hearing Billie groan loudly, she assumed She too could smell it. Giggling, Caroline wiggled her toes right under her daughter’s nose, causing her groan to transform into an intelligible protest.

“Okay, let's see what is going on here.” Caroline cleared her throat, totally ignoring the joint **** her sweaty feet and smelly shoes were making on Billie's nostrils. “'Greetings Mrs Fleecer. Based on the fact that you are reading this note, I assume you have find your daughter in what can only be described as an unfortunate state. It was I that left her this way. I am sick of being ignored by her, sick of the arrogance She has because of the pride gained from that silly fighting game. So I tied her up, gagged her with my dirty socks, buried her nose in my shoe and allowed her to play the game for the rest of the day. Completely uninterrupted. I bet she’s losing, isn't she? I remember that She once gloated to another player online that they'd struggle to defeat the easiest level of CPU. How embarrassing for Billie, to be losing to that very thing.'”

She stopped reading for a moment, grinning down at Billie. Playfully grabbing at her nose with her damp toes, Caroline taunted her. “Yes, this must be quite humiliating. I thought you were supposed to be good at this game? What rank did you reach last week? Platinum was it? And here you are, getting dominated by an opponent I bet even I could defeat. Not only that, you're chewing on your girlfriend's used socks! I suppose it could be worse, she could have used my workout socks. You know that I like to use them multiple times before dumping them in the hamper.” Her taunts were fittingly followed by a sudden burst of controller vibrations, causing a lot of discomfort to the boundgirly forcibly huffing on the odour from her mother's cheesy toes.

“Now, where were we? 'You might be tempted to free Billie from her bondage. That would be the normal reaction, of course. However I know that you're annoyed about her gaming addiction just as much as I am. You've seen that she’s obsessed with it, letting it make her irritable when She loses, sometimes even enraged, and obnoxious when She wins. Tired of the disrespect She shows you and I when She sits playing the game for long hours, I have come up with a solution. Silly Billie is in need of a lesson in humility. A big one. Luckily, that should be easy, considering how helpless She currently is. In the past, Billie has told me many times that my feet stink. So I rubbed them in her face and incorporated my shoes and socks into her bondage. A good start. But I think our greatest asset will be how delightfully ticklish poor little Billie is. She really is just like a baby. Try tickling her feet, see for yourself! I know that I did. It was great fun.'”

“It seems like me and Katie are more alike than I thought!” Caroline commented before laughing. She leaned forwards and spidered her fingers over one of Billie's sole, causing her to join her in laughter. “'Whatever you decide, Mrs Fleecer, I wish you the best. I shall be back tomorrow to retrieve my sneaker and socks. Hopefully, my dear Billie will be much more humble by then!'”

Waiting in the uncomfortable silence following the moment her mother finished reading Katie's note, Billie fought to remain quiet when the next few vibrations hit. The last thing She wanted was to draw attention to herself, interrupting her mother's train of thought and helping her to agree with Katie. Admittedly, the controller vibrating against her semi-stiff and wet clit was somewhat pleasurable. She might have actually enjoyed it were She not tied up in the presence of her mom, tormented by the strong odour of her feet. Furthermore, the infrequency of the vibrations only served to tease, never lasting long enough to cause significant stimulation.

“I don't think you'll be pleased to hear this, Billie, but I find myself agreeing with your girlfriend. She makes a good point. That game does seem to have a negative influence on you. Thankfully, Katie has given us the ideal opportunity to deal with that.” As she spoke, Caroline had been taking the lace from Katie's shoe. Grabbing Billie, she dragged her over to the base of the couch and spun her around so that She was facing away from her, both **** soles presented to her. She started squirming violently, making countless muffled protests as She did so. The squirming became more intense when She felt her mom grab both feet, preventing her from using one to protect the other.

“If you don't stop being such a baby, I'll drive you to the park and see if there's any cute girls who would like to tickle you insane. Do you want that?” Caroline threatened half seriously, but it did the trick. Billie stilled, in spite of her every instinct telling her to fight. “That's what I thought.”

Using the shoelace, Caroline bound her daughter’s two big toes together, lessening the manoeuvrability of her feet even further. No longer would She be able to separate them to evade tickling, or use them to protect each other. Those sensitive soles were truly at the mercy of her mom.

“Don't go anywhere Billie. I just have to grab a few things.” Billie was glad for the momentary respite from her mom's stinky after work feet, although She did still have her heels to contend with. They were further away than they had been in her previous position, but closer than She liked. Caroline returned soon enough and Billie could hear objects clinking together in her hands. She tried to guess as to what she had fetched along for her impending **** session, but her fearful, anxious mind was drawing blanks.

“How did they get over there?” Suddenly the stench of her shoes were brought back to full strength when she brought them over and placed them directly in front of Billie's face. “Much better. Don't you think my shoes smell so much worse than Katie's? I bet they're awful. I've been on my feet a lot today, and you know how sweaty my feet get. Ah well, you're the one who asked me to take her sneaker off of your face remember!”

Billie jerked her head around. She found that She could moved her head to the sides, lengthening the distance between her nostrils and those rancid shoes. Noticing her head movements were affecting the shoes, attempts to avoid the direct stream of stink turned into attempts to knock the shoes over. However a few words from Caroline put a stop to this scheme. “Billie, if those shoes fall over or move away from your face, whether it be your doing or otherwise, I am going to call at each and every house on the street to see if the women of the neighbourhood would be kind enough to come and assist me. So unless you want to be at the mercy of dozens of women, you should do your very best to ensure those smelly shoes are always in your face.”

Sighing with defeat, Billie kept her nose slightly away from the openings of her mother's well worn heels. But even that was corrected when Caroline placed a foot on either side of her face, grasping her head between both pungent feet and forcing her daughter’s nose into one of her still warm shoes. “MMMMMPPPPHHHH!” Billie couldn't not scream at this new level of foot odour, her nose was in hell.

“Sounds like you're not doing so well enduring the full power of my stinky feet!” Caroline mocked. “If you think this is bad, just wait until I start tickling. I won't stop, little old me gets carried away so easily, you know? I'll just keep going, keep tickling away no matter how bad it gets for you. That's how you're going to learn your lesson Billie, through discipline.”

Overflowing with dreaded anticipation, Billie found herself twitching, expecting that ticklish touch at any second. She could feel the old sweat trapped in the material of her mom's dark pantyhose rubbing off onto her face, making her skin feel greasy. All the while the inconsistent vibrating of the controller kept going, all these factors combining into a rather unique ****.

But Billie didn't have time to dwell on the details of her suffering, because Caroline chose that moment to scrape her fingernails down the lengths of her soles. She exploded with ****, gagged laughter, shocked at how little She could move her feet. The extent of her movement was wiggling them up and down or left to right, something would barely phase her mother's determined fingers.

“Wow, it seemed that my littlegirly is still super ticklish!” Caroline giggled as Billie shook her feet around, delighted at how ineffective the movements were. “Silly Billie, your feet can't escape from my skilled fingers. I'm just going to sit here and use my sharp nails on your sensitive soles. And you can't stop me!”

At first, Caroline decided to be quite merciful to her **** daughter. She was only lightly scratching at her soft skin. However, her fingernails proved to be a formidable weapon against a pair of ticklish feet. The sounds of nails scraping against skin was the most audible sound in the room, overpowering even the muffled noises of desperation coming from Billie. Meanwhile, she used her toes to toy with her daughter’s face from the sides, worming them against her eyes, nose and tape covered mouth. She tended to favour her nose over the others, liking how her nose rapidly sucked and blew cool air between the moist, nylon encased toes. “Cootchie cootchie coo! I hope the smell of mommy's feet isn't too bad. I mean, my feet have felt so hot and sweaty today, stewing in my shoes. Not only that, but they're sore too. Thankfully your face is proving to be an excellent massager. We simply must do this more often.”

“Mmph.” Billie gave a short grunt with a clear negative tone.

“Oh? You disagree?”

“Mmph!”

Easing up on her ticklish exploits, Caroline sighed. “This is exactly why you're in this situation Billie. You're selfish, you show no respect to your hard working mother or wonderful girlfriend. You hardly help out with chores and when you do I have to remind you several times. That changes today. By the time we are done, you'll gladly use your face to ease the stress from my stinky feet. And to show you how serious I am, I'll stop going so easy on you.”

“Mmph?” Billie wasn't sure what the ambiguous threat meant exactly. She thought that She was already suffering enough. Caroline would have said otherwise. Shuffling around where she sat, Caroline readjusted her legs so that her toned thighs closed around her daughter’s bound ankles, ensuring that her feet remained in close proximity to her face. Billie felt the hem of her mom's skirt lightly coming into contact with the lowest points of her shins, as well as her warm, pantyhosed legs securing her feet in one place, totally removing her ability to jiggle them from side to side. Suddenly, Billie understood.

“Mmmmmmppphhh!”

Caroline cackled, making full use of the extra reach her legs had in this new position. Ten intruding toes entered Billie's direct vision rather than just lurking in her periphery. The two groups of five met before her eyes, forming a cage of malodorous flesh over her nose. The big toes partially blocked her sight. Then it began. All ten fingers, topped by those cruelly effective fingernails, started scrabbling away at the essentially immobile soles.

“MMMPH! MMMPPPHHH! MMMMMMMMPPPHHH!” Billie laughed violently into the gag, against her will, as her mom went to town on her sensitive feet. The tickling before had been playful. Very unpleasant, but playful. This was something else. This tickling was vicious; ill intent drove those fingers. Caroline was motivated by years of frustration caused by her daughter’s bad manners and constant laziness.

“Listen carefully. You can hear the sounds of my fingernails on your skin. Scratch scratch scratch.” Caroline teased relentlessly as she tickled. Most of her attention was on her daughter’s arches and the balls of her feet, but it wasn't uncommon for her to include her heels and also launch sneak attacks amongst her toes. Sometimes, all ten fingers would focus on one sole, then switch to the other. For Caroline, after such a stressful day of work, having a tied, ticklish young lady at her mercy was the the perfect respite.

This maddening **** continued on for twelve whole minutes. Billie felt herself unable to think straight, as She was struggling to process the different sensations participating in her torment. The only way her feet could possibly move was upwards, straight into the rampant fingernails. But this was only the start; for when Caroline had left her alone for a brief while, she had brought a couple tools with her. When those nails finally stopped tickling, Billie breathed a long sigh of relief between the aromatic toes of her mother, not knowing what awaited her.

“See if you can guess what this is.” Billie tensed up when She felt four cold, metal points touch her skin and lightly graze it. “Here's a clue, you've used it countless times over your life, never for this purpose however.” A second set of metal points touched down on her other foot and starting mimicking the first set. “Any ideas?”

“Mmmmpphh?”

“That's right! At least, I think you got it right. Sometimes, it's difficult to understand exactly what you're saying with your mouth packed full of sweaty socks.” Caroline chuckled. “But yes, I do indeed have not one, but two forks. Excuse my curiosity Billie, but I simply must know what these things are capable of.”

Feeling the eight steel tines sink deeper into the skin of her soles, like a wolf sinking its teeth into a slab of meat, Billie gulped in a cartoonish fashion. her eyes widened in fear, from that small sensation She knew that this was going to be terrible.

She was correct. From the moment that Caroline really started trying, started running those tine, which were pressed nice and deep into the malleable flesh at this point, up and down Billie's soles. If her squirming was frantic before, it was even worse now. Caroline couldn't help but join her daughter in laughter, feeling her feet trying to break free of the vice grip that her thighs had on them. But her struggles were to no avail.

“MMMMPPPHHH! MMMMPPHHH MMMPPPHH!” Tears spilled freely from Billie's eyes as the socks in her mouth absorbed saliva, pleading yells and laughter. So much laughter. At this moment in time, Caroline was an expert torturer. Alternating between short, rapid scratches and long scrapes down the entirety of the sensitive soles, she kept Billie on her toes, so to speak.

“Oh Billie. Billie Billie Billie. These are proving to be quite useful, aren't they? You're moving around so much more than before. I think that these forks easily outrank my nails. I hope you don't think that this is as bad as it gets though. Believe me, the next item is supposedly far more effective against ticklish feet than these forks. I've seen clips of tickle fetish videos, don't ask why I have seen such things, but this item is extremely prevalent!”

With promises of more intense tickling sensations, Caroline carried on with the forks, reducing her daughter to a writhing, worming mess with the objects of her suffering trapped firmly in place. She loved the rapid sucking of foot odour tainted air from between her toes as she worked her over, a secondary benefit to the growing feeling of power. Just like with her fingers she would use both forks on the same sole from time to time, doubling up the **** on one foot before switching over to the second after a while, once Billie felt like the second was safe.

Amongst the scraping and scratching, Caroline decided to use the forks in a slightly different manner that while was slightly less effective, had Billie suffering all the same. She would spin the forks around in her fingers, focussing on smaller, more ticklish areas than making sure that every inch of sensitive skin was being attended to. The twirling, tickling tine would make Billie wish for her mother to move them to a different area, anything but where she had chosen to torment, but Billie's wishes went unheard thanks to her gag.

“These are so unwieldy when I spin them.” Caroline though out loud, lifting the forks up for a moment and appraising them. Then she tossed one aside, taking up the remaining fork with both hands. Pretty much impaling one of Billie's feet with the points. With the points nice and deep into the sole, close to the ultra sensitive nerves hiding beneath the skin, Caroline held the handle of the fork between both palms, rolling it between them and rotating the fork at much faster rate than before.

“There we go! How is that, Billie? Nice and tickly?” Caroline spoke proudly, questioning her daughter in a mocking tone. It was clear that this method surpassed even the determined scratching that she had been doing with the forks before, judging by the increased struggles coming from the bound young woman. As time went by, she moved the spinning fork around, using the gyrating utensil to explore both helpless soles, seeing where she could inflict the most damage. Those more damaging areas were where she kept the fork longest, ensuring that her captive received the full tickling experience.

After twenty minutes of fork on foot action, the eating utensil was tossed away to lie beside its partner. Billie breathed sighs of relief with her nose, trying her best to ignore the cheesy scent that She had enduring for what seemed like hours. Feeling another touch to her feet again, Billie went wild again, however it was unnecessary.

“Shhhh. Shhhhh. Calm now Billie. Take a little rest, because my third and final tickling tool is going to be intense.” Acting maternally for the first time since she returned home, Caroline stroked Billie's soles with the flats of her hands, running soft skin against soft skin. At first, Billie found herself trembling, her feet were so sensitive that even such a light, caring touch was enough to tickle. But soon She grew accustomed to it, soothing her tormented mind by reminding herself of how much worse it could be. Of course, her mom's stinky feet still entombing her nose and the frequent vibrating controller in her pants didn't let up for a moment, but it was better than having to deal with actual tickle **** on top of that. Although this calm before the storm gave Billie time consider the fact that She was dripping almost gushing wet as She huffed her mom's smelly toes, something which became more and more humiliating the longer She dwelt on the fact. Her exposed breasts had points that could cut diamonds. That was because of the controller vibrations obviously, young Billie found the scent of her mother's feet to be nothing less than awful, but it was humiliating all the same.

“Easy Billie, easy.” Caroline continued the kind, caring tone, although the evil grin curling her lips was anything but kind and caring. Her silky fingers, soft thanks to plenty of moisturising, kept on petting her daughter’s soles as one would with a frightened horse. Meanwhile, the fingers of her spare hand were curling around the handle of a paddle hairbrush.

“Mmmmpphh.” Billie shivered, the tender, loving touches to her sensitive feet accompanied by the buzzing in her pants combined to make an almost pleasurable feeling. Almost.

“Shhhh. It's okay Billie.” Caroline's fingers came to a stop at Billie's toes, hooking into the crevice below the heads and putting downwards pressure onto them. Not only did this prevent her from even jerking her feet upwards, but also pulled the skin of her soles nice and taut.

“Mmph?”

Staying silent, Caroline lowered the hairbrush towards the canvas of flesh trapped between her thighs. The closer it came, the higher the corners of her lips curled. It took a lot of restraint for Caroline to not simply go wild with the hairbrush. She knew that sometimes, a woman had to be patient. After all, the purpose of this evening's festivities were to discipline Billie, right?

Suddenly, Billie's eyes shot open as wide as they could go, straining her eyelids to their limits. her screaming and laughter combined to become wails of tortured hilarity and mania. Caroline had started brushing against the smooth surface presented to her and was doing so with glee. The rest of Billie's body was trying to make up for the immobility of her feet, struggling around like a madwoman. She made sure to squeeze her daughter’s head even harder between her stinky feet, because it felt as though She was going to break free of their grasp.

“This hairbrush is terrific!” Caroline declared as she scrubbed the ball topped bristles up and down the lengths of Billie's soles aggressively, over and over. The radius of the hairbrush wasn't enough to cover both feet, so every few drags she switched to the other foot.

Putting down the hairbrush for just a moment, Caroline picked up her phone. Billie was breathing heavily, filling up her lungs with more of her mother's foul foot odour, wondering what she was up to. “Okay Billie, for your sake I am going to put a timer on. I fear that if I don't I'll keep this up for hours. How does half an hour sound?”

“Mmmmph! MMMPPHH!” Billie vehemently disagreed, trying and failing to shake her head to tell her mother that half an hour was far too long. She was afraid that enduring an entire half hour of hairbrush tickling would drive her insane.

“Fine, I'll set it to forty-five minutes. You really are a glutton for punishment. I know for a fact that I wouldn't even be able to take ten minutes of this. If you want me to up it to an hour, let me know. There's a couple of hours yet before I go to the gym so I have the time.”

This time, Billie didn't scream, knowing that her mother would only increase the time. Instead, She started sobbing. “Oh don't be such a drama queen! It's only a bit of tickling.” Setting her phone down, Caroline tapped the screen with a solitary finger and set the timer running. “I suppose we're sticking to forty-five minutes. Get ready!”

Marking the beginning of the longest forty-five minutes of Billie's life, Caroline resumed the scrubbing of her soles with the hairbrush. She was utterly merciless, allowing the frustration towards Billie and her own sadistic pleasure become one, two streams joining to become a rushing river. And this river was harsh.

Billie was in true ticklish agony, thrashing around as much as She was able, wailing, sobbing, screaming and laughing into her girlfriend's dirty socks. Tears fell freely from her eyes, soaking into the nylon material covering her mother's cheesy toes and mixing with the sweat from today that had already been absorbed.

Caroline was rarely silent. Whilst dishing out the intense tickle **** , she went through several stages. At first, she was laughing along with Billie. Chuckling at how impotent She was currently, putty in her devilish hands. Giggling at how much she was enjoying herself. She knew that she could tickle her all weekend long if she wanted, not granting her a single break, and Billie couldn't stop her.

Then, she decided to talk. Sometimes teasing, reminding her of how helpless She was, of how ticklish She was, of how smelly her feet were. Sometimes casual, telling her daughter all about her day, about her plans for the weekend, about the gym routine that she and Tara had planned for later. During the detailed explanation of the gym routine, Caroline made sure to mention over and over and hot, sweaty and stinky her feet would get. “I should tie you up and gag you more often Billie. Not only does your face make for a great massager of sweaty feet, but you're such a good listener too! Let's not forget how much fun it is to tickle you. I remember how angry you always get when I try to playfully tickle you. Seeing how you've reacted to my fingers, the forks and most importantly this wonderful hairbrush, I think I see why!”

Finally, towards the end of the long tickle session, Caroline filled the air with humming. Humming accompanied by the constant scratching of the hairbrush on Billie's soles. The latter was a sound that had been present throughout, only now it was audible in the symphony next to the quiet humming, whereas it had been drowned out before. During the portion of the forty-five minutes where Caroline had been talking the relentless tickling had subsided just a tad, because the mother of one had been splitting her concentration. However on the final stretch where she was mindlessly humming, Caroline realised that she had allowed the ticklish torment to lapse slightly and picked up the pace once more, scrubbing the hairbrush faster than ever. The effects of the increased effort had a noticeable effect on Billie. Somehow, the intensified suffering brought about a second wind and her struggles doubled, though that still did nothing to reduce the tickling.

Exhausted and completely out of breath, Billie felt relief flow through her body when the timer on her mom's phone sounded. “Is it time already? I was just getting the hang of this. Shall we not go for a little longer Billie?”

“Mmmmmppphhhh!”

Caroline laughed. “I'm only kidding Billie. Don't worry, no more tickling. For now, anyway.” Checking her phone, she found that there was still over an hour remaining before she had to go to the gym. Standing up, she couldn't help but smile seeing Billie's expression with her feet no longer on her face, as if She was grateful to be breathing actual air rather than the stench of her feet.

“I'm going to get changed and ready for the gym now Billie. No, you're not getting untied before you ask. Whilst I'm away, I'll think of something fun for the two of us to do together.” And with that, Caroline left her bound daughter alone in the living room. In front of the full body mirror on her bedroom wall, she stripped out of the smart work uniform, peeling off the pantyhose last. Her gym outfit was black and pink spandex, a pair of pants that reached just below her knees and a tank top. Caroline made more than a few poses in front of the mirror, admiring the results of her efforts at the gym over the past several months. She thought about the discreet glances that young men at the gym would shoot her way whenever she and Tara were working out and that spawned an idea in her head, an idea of how to toy with Billie.

With a balled up pair of damp pantyhose in hand, Caroline returned to the living room. “Hey Billie, did you miss me?” She sauntered along, swinging her hips. With Billie still on the floor in front of the couch, she stepped in front of her face, treating her daughter to a view of her bare calves and feet clad in a pair of white ankle socks. It was hard not to laugh when she saw her catch a whiff of the socks that she had specifically chosen. “That's right Billie, these are the very same pair I wore for two intensive gym sessions last week, the ones that I forgot to wash! Thankfully I still haven't got around to washing them and they've been sat in my laundry hamper with all the other worn clothing.”

“I've come up with something that we'll both have lots of fun doing, and I honestly mean that. First of all, let's get you moved somewhere more appropriate.” Grabbing Billie by the bond that linked her tied wrists and ankles, Caroline heaved, lifting her girly off of the ground. She surprised herself, such a task wasn't difficult for her. Either she was stronger than she realised, or Billie was lighter than She appeared. Whatever the case, she placed her daughter onto the coffee table sideways, parallel to the couch. Dragging the coffee table closer to the television, she ensured that there was room for her feet and a good view of the screen.

Billie watched her mom go over to the television, hoping she would turn it off and spare her the rumbling controller teasing her swollen and gushing mound, but to her horror She saw that she was instead plugging in a second controller. “I always see you play this Billie. I think it's time I found out what all the fuss is about. You and I are going to have ourselves a little competition. If you win, I'll untie you and we'll forget all about this humiliating evening. But if I win, you'll stay tied up until Katie returns for her sneaker and socks.”

Billie groaned. It went without saying that she’d be unable to beat her mother at Ultimate Fight 7 whilst She was still bound. If only She had the controller in her unrestricted hands then she’d wipe the floor with her. As a player who had almost reached the highest possible rank on online matchmaking after months of stress and effort, no mere novice stood a chance against her.

“And on the subject of Katie's socks, I think it's high time we took those out of your mouth, huh? I bet you've sucked all the flavour out of them by now.” Despite knowing her predicament was nowhere near over, Billie felt a small amount of elation. She was sick of the saliva soaked socks filling her mouth, leaving her unable to express her misery and frustration using her vocal chords.

Removing the duct tape, Caroline was appreciative of the help of Billie's tongue, pushing the drenched socks out of her mouth and into her hands. “Tha--”

“Nope. Hush Billie, no talking. I've finally got you quiet and it's staying that way for a while.”

“Wha--”

Cutting off her daughter for the second time, Caroline stuffed the pantyhose that she had worn all day into her mouth. “Mmmmmppppphhhh!” Ignoring her complaints, her fingers continued prodding and poking, pushing the ball of nylon all the way into her mouth.

“There we go, perfect!” Caroline said proudly, grabbing the roll of duct tape that Katie had left close by. Tearing off a sizeable strip, she reapplied the adhesive tool over Billie's lips, making sure She couldn't simply spit out the gag. “So, how does my foot sweat taste today? I suppose my leg and ass sweat have been absorbed by those things too, huh?”

Sour. It tasted sour, and more than a little bit salty. Billie felt like an idiot, thinking that her mother was going to leave her ungagged.

Sitting on the couch, Caroline fidgeted around in her seat, getting nice and comfortable. She lifted her legs and rested the socks feet on the coffee table in front of Billie's face, crossing them at the ankle and leaving the toes of the topmost one less than an inch from her daughter’s nose. “Don't you dare move your nose away Billie. In fact, I want you to take nice big sniffs. Inhale mommy's dirty gym socks.” Caroline giggled, fanning her toes. Billie had a good view of her foot and the white sock covering it, a dark grey image of her mother's foot had formed on the bottom of the sock. She found the odour to be almost as bad as when those toes had formed a stink chamber over her nose during the tickle ****, which wasn't good considering all they were doing currently was swaying around near her nostrils.

Controller in hand, Caroline finally put a stop to the periodical vibrations against Billie's entrance as she returned the game back to the main menu screen. The game announcer, whose voice could only be described as 'hype incarnate' said the name of the game. “Let's see, since I'm a beginner here, I think we should try that practice mode against so I can learn to play properly.”

Progressing to the character select screen, Caroline browsed the characters. One in particular caught her eye. A red skinned woman with horns and eyes of molten gold, scantily dressed in a black latex dominatrix outfit wielding a whip. “Ooooo I like this one. She’s sexy.”

Caroline's choice was confirmed when the character spoke her name. “Demon Dominatrix. Prepare to serve me mortals, or face the consequences.” A crack of the whip followed Demon Dominatrix's introduction.

“Ah good, it looks like I can select your character too. Very convenient considering your position.” Caroline chuckled, looking for the familiar character that she always saw on screen whenever Billie was playing. She found what she was looking for soon enough, a cyborg woman in a cowboy outfit. “I've found your character Billie. No wonder you like this girly, She has the same name as you! I bet she’d never find herself all tied up at her mother's feet. She looks far too strong.” To drive her point home, Caroline used her big toe to boop Billie's nose.

“Billie the kid. Get yer gun ready, dawn is approaching.”

Not caring about the stage, Caroline selected random. “I must say Billie, this is exciting. I'm so happy to be bonding with you! Sorry if I pick this up a little slowly but I promise that I'll try my best.”

The game finished loading, presenting Caroline with her chosen characters on a beach scene, ready to face off. Rather than the savage display of expertise you might usually see in these games once the countdown ended, this round started with one character moving clumsily towards the second stationary character. “Let's see, what do the basic controls do?” Noises of exertion came from Demon Dominatrix as she punched, kicked and whipped the air.

“Okay... let's give this a try.” Caroline held an expression of pure concentration as she moved the left joystick rightward, coming in range of Billie the kid. After pressing buttons and unleashing a flurry of blows onto Billie's character, she couldn't help but smile hearing the reactionary vibrations from her daughter’s controller, as well as the uncomfortable groans that followed.

“You like that Billie? Well there's gonna be a whole lot more coming your way once I really get the hang of this.” After sending a bunch more vibrations Billie's way, Caroline decided she was good enough to open the pause menu and look up the combo list.

In the space of twenty minutes, Caroline transformed. Like a newborn fawn, she shakily progressed, learning the basic attacks. Using the combo list, she slowly but surely learnt how to perform the more experienced combination attacks and although she would have struggled in an online match-up against an actual human player, Billie made for quite the useful training dummy.

Soon enough, Caroline had her daughter writhing around next to her feet as she used combo after combo on her character. Something she realised rather quickly was that characters in the game talked to each other whilst fighting, taunting each other. Obviously, because Billie the kid wasn't landing a single hit and was essentially a punching bag for Demon Dominatrix, She was silent and she was talkative.

“How do you like that Billie? Does my whip sting?”

“Poor, frail mortal. So easily defeated by a perfect being such as I. After this, I shall take you back to my realm and show you the true meaning of slavery!”

“Once this is over, and it soon will be, these boots are getting peeled off and you're going to clean my filthy feet with your pitiful human tongue.”

Most of Demon Dominatrix's taunts were followed by a cruel laugh. “Sounds like I picked the right character, eh Billie? She sounds like a lot of fun. Since your character has the same name as you do, it's almost as if she’s dominating you and not the robot cowboy man.” Caroline found this hilarious.

Billie had done well to last so long, to think of things that disgusted her and hold off the tide of pleasure building every time her character suffered another blow, but it couldn't last. her aroused struggling became more and more **** as She neared the point of climax. Caroline didn't even notice, she was too preoccupied with the video game, trying to keep up her combo and keep the rumbling in her daughter’s pants continuous. Her toes were absent mindedly wiggling around in Billie's face, providing a steady stream of foot odour to her nostrils whilst her pussy was being pleasured by a controller.

“By the power of the crimson wheel, bind this weak creature with chains of unbreakable iron and grant my whip the power to inflict pain far beyond reckoning. Then, once I am done you may have what remains, a sacrifice to the all powerful mistress.” Hearing Demon Dominatrix say this, Billie whimpered. Each and every character in Ultimate Fight 7 and the previous games in the series had an 'ultimate finisher', the most damaging attack in their arsenal. It could only be used once the ultimate meter was full and tended to be the end of a match if a player managed to use it. Having filled the meter, Caroline had activated Demon Dominatrix's ultimate finisher which was the attack with the highest amount of hits in the entire game. This was sure to finish her off because She was so close to climax. But rather than tipping her gently over the edge, this would catapult her over.

“This looks scary. I think it's a big on Billie, get ready!” Caroline said gleefully, watching as magical chains bound all the limbs of Billie's character. Then Demon Dominatrix started whipping.

Over the course of the brutal 250 hit combo, Billie went through a range of states. At first She was moaning, which became faster and faster as She approached the edge at high speed. Then, 115 hits into the ultimate finisher, Billie tensed up suddenly, becoming still as She was overcome by an orgasm. She moaned loudly, trying not to think about the disgustingly sour flavour of her mom's pantyhose and the toes which cupped her nose when Caroline caught wind of what was going on. “Already?” She teased, giving her daughter’s nose a squeeze. “We aren't even halfway through the combo Billie.”

Billie's face was bright red, burning with humiliation that was unparalleled by anything that had ever happened to her before. After losing the tension and when her muscles relaxed, She started trembling and shuddering as She entered the post orgasm state. The controller didn't let up even a little, it was an inanimate object, a tool. It could not be reasoned with. All it could do was perform its function and currently that function was to stimulate Billie's sexual organ.

Of course, Caroline could have but a stop to this at any time. But seeing how crushingly humiliating that this was for Billie, she wanted nothing other than to continue. If this didn't teach her a lesson, what would? Moreover, Caroline found herself actually enjoying this absolute domination, even if it was over her own daughter, and she had much more planned.

“I knew you loved this game Billie, but I didn't think that you loved it this much. At least, I think it's the game. It could always be my stinky, sexy feet that are turning you on. Is Billie getting aroused by mommy's smelly toes?” Caroline laughed meanly, allowed her amusement to trickle out in the form of a pointed giggle. “Just wait until I tell Katie about this. She'll find it hilarious. Mary and the girls too. I wonder if you'll still be tied up when they arrive. I bet a pair of eighteen year old girls would love having a ticklish older cousin at their mercy.”

When the painstaking combo was over, Caroline demonstrated newfound knowledge of Ultimate Fight 7's practice mode and used an option on the pause menu that refilled her ultimate meter. “Here we go again, round two!”

Billie groaned, sobbing slightly as She heard Demon Dominatrix starting up her ultimate finisher immediately after finishing the first. In online play she was a character that was rarely touched, her ultimate finisher was ridiculously easy to dodge. But against an opponent who couldn't dodge? It was downright evil.

Because she was having so much fun sexually tormenting her hog-tied sdaughters, Caroline lost track of time. For over an hour she had been wailing on Billie's character, managing to make Billie squirt into her thongs not once, but seven times. Each time had been just as traumatic as the first, her mother, the very woman who birthed and raised her, using the video game She loved to bring about this suffering.

A loud knock on the door broke the single-minded trance that Caroline had fallen into. She grabbed at her phone with a concerned expression. “Oh shit, that must be Tara!” Tossing the controller onto the adjacent couch cushion, Caroline jumped up and ran to the door. Although Billie was grateful that her crotch controller stopped rumbling, She wasn't all too happy that her mom would happily answer the door with her on display like this, to her incredibly fit and attractive friend no less.

“No way!” Billie sighed when She heard Tara react to seeing her, laughing all the while. She saw that she had her hands over her mouth in disbelief. She wasn't sure if she’s ever seen Tara with a nail polish other than black, but it wasn't surprising that she'd choose black because it went perfectly with her gorgeous tanned skin. Nearing her thirties, Tara was undeniably athletic, her sport of choice being volleyball. It wasn't often that you'd see her with that long black hair of hers not in a ponytail, kept away from her face.

“I honestly didn't believe you over text. I thought you were joking! Seeing this interesting little set-up, I can see how you almost forgot about going to the gym.” Exploring the writhing, bleating bound young woman with a set of dark green eyes, Tara settled her gaze on her bare feet. “Mind if I see if she’s just as ticklish as you said?”

“Mmmmmmpppphhh!”

“Go right ahead.” Caroline smiled, ignoring Billie's protest. “Although it wasn't just teaching Billie a lesson that made me so forgetful, I kinda understand why she’s addicted to this game. I might give it a good go myself, although I'll have to make sure to use the clean controller.”

Tara was grazing her long nails over Billie's captive soles, finding it irresistibly cute how She struggled and squealed at just a bit of scratching. “Clean controller?” Tara asked, but put two and two together and answered the question in her mind. “You made your daughter cum?”

Caroline blushed a little and chuckled. “You make it sound like we were up to naughty taboo things Tara. In reality, this is the best way to teach her a lesson. How humiliating would it be if your mom had **** you to orgasm whilst tied up and sniffing her feet?”

Grimacing, Tara nodded. “Okay, I see your point. My mom had gross smelling feet. Something I inherited!” The two women laughed, leaving Billie to wonder if her mom planned on letting Tara **** her too. “She’s so tickly. Can I borrow her every few weeks? I could use a beautiful young woman as sensitive as this to play with.”

“Now who's being lewd Tara?” Caroline winked and it was her friend's turn to blush now.

“You're so dirty minded. I don't envy Billie one bit with you controlling her orgasms.” Tara chuckled.

“Anyway, we're gonna be late. I just have to set up one thing before we go.” Retrieving her controller, Caroline started flicking through the options. Billie didn't like the smirk on her face, not even a little. “Done!”

After putting the controller back down and unpausing the game, Billie's eyes went wide when the vibrations returned with a vengeance, fast and frequent. And no one was holding the controller. “I've put the AI in control of my character, just to keep you busy Billie. The level of AI from before just wasn't cutting it, so I upped it just a little. I think this one is called 'nightmare' difficulty?”

“Mmmmpphh!” This muffled grunt was a plea. Billie shook her head, wanting her mother to turn down the difficulty. Nightmare was the level of AI that professional Ultimate Fight 7 players used to practice, and even they would lose sometimes. It had been made as a joke by the developers, the tag-line stating 'This AI is gonna kick your ass.'

“She doesn't sound happy about that!” Tara laughed.

“She should be happy. This AI looks like it's doing even better than I was doing. That controller is going to drown her in her own wetnesss!” Caroline picked up one of her unused work heels that had been left on the floor by the couch, as well as the roll of duct tape. “Just need to add the finishing touch. Wouldn't want to leave Billie without the smell of her mommy's feet, after all.”

“Mmmmpphh. Mmmppph!” Billie protested again to no avail as her mom taped the shoe tightly to her face, leaving both nostrils pressed against the moist insole.

“Perfect.” The two women admired Caroline's work and shared a high five.

“We'll be a while Billie, Tara and I have one hell of a workout planned. Good news though, Tara is staying over for a sleepover tonight! That means that when we get home, they'll be much more fun to be had.”

As if on cue, the AI in control of Demon Dominatrix brought her to climax for the eighth time with the vibrations from the controller. This caused both women to break out into fits of hilarity before they said goodbye and left for the gym, locking the door behind them.

“I'm gonna break you Billie. Break you under the heel of my boot. When we're finished here, you'll worship me.”

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“Wow. What a session. I'm exhausted.” Caroline complained as she walked along the road next to her younger friend. Where Caroline was in her mid forties, Tara was only nearing thirty.

“You did well! You won't be too tired to play with our toy, surely? I mean, I'll be more than happy going solo...” Tara said slyly.

“Wouldn't miss it for the world. I have to untie her eventually, so I might as well get all the fun out of Billie whilst I still can.”

“Oh? So it isn't all for her benefit? I knew you were enjoying yourself!” Tara laughed, pinching the belly of her shorter friend.

“Hey!” Caroline laughed. She wondered how they would look to the neighbours; two beautiful and sweaty women, acting like children. “You'll see how fun it is soon enough. I take it you're not opposed to sparing a bed with me and my daughter? Before you make a snide comment, I reassure you that they'll be nothing sexual going on.”

Tara grinned like a wolf. “That sounds delightful Caroline.”

It didn't take long for them to reach Caroline's home, unlocking and opening the door to lay eyes on the bound form of Billie once more. Eyes that glinted eerily, full of sadistic promises. Billie, looking a lot more jumpy and dishevelled than when they had left her, caught sight of her two tormentors. They looked rather sweaty from their gym session, the spandex clothes looked damp in several places. Tara, who wore a similar outfit to Caroline only in a different colour and a crop top, had a toned, caramel midriff that appeared to be wet with perspiration. In the centre of that attractive stretch of skin, a silver piercing decorated the belly button.

“Had fun?” Caroline asked with a smirk.

“Mmmph...” Billie didn't have the energy to scream and shout. Almost two hours after her mom and Tara had left her alone, the nightmare level AI had brought about squirtion seven more times, and on the last time she was practically dry. The soreness of her womanhood was growing. Despite this, the perpetual vibrations of the controller were summoning up further feelings of arousal, although Billie didn't know if She could handle them.

“Man, She looks worn out.” Tara observed, walking over to Billie's side. She tensed up, expecting her to tickle her feet, but she didn't.

“That She does. Maybe it's time for us to remove that controller and turn the game off. Would you mind? I'm going to grab some anti-bacterial wipes from under the sink.”

“Not at all.” Tara smiled. As Caroline went off to her supply cupboard in the kitchen, Tara went to work helping Billie. First she removed the rope binding her wrists and ankles together. Billie felt incredible as her body straightened out, having been **** into that position for hours. her muscles felt cramped and sore. But rather than giving Billie her own freedom to move around, Tara babied her, using her strength, which embarrassingly enough was greater than her, to flip Billie over and place her on her lap whilst sitting on the couch.

“Ergh, these things are soaked. Your little baby factory has been hard at work, hasn't it?” Tara laughed at her comment and laughed even harder when she saw the effect it had on poor Billie. She was blushing hard, but her nipples remain stiff. Then she started ripping away at the duct tape on her thongs. Billie prayed for her to hurry up, She could feel herself dripping again slightly. This time is wasn't only due to the rumbling stimulation, having her mom's hot friend messing around near her privates was quite the sexual motivator.

“There we go.” Tara held the controller by the wire, letting it dangle in the air. Billie was ashamed and annoyed to see it soaked with her 'juices'.

Caroline came back into the living room, a packet of cleaning wet wipes in hand. “Billie! You've near ruined that controller!” Caroline spoke with a stern, mocking voice, the corners of her lips flying high. “Don't worry, mommy will clean up all the nasty stuff.”

Setting to work, Caroline and Tara began the task of cleaning the controller of Billie's pussy juices. It was easy enough, but sections of the black plastic had become discoloured from prolonged contact with the fluids from her pussy. “Well, we've done the best job we can Billie. Unfortunately, it seems to be a little... stained. I suppose that will serve to remind of this evening whenever you play the game.”

It didn't take long for the two women to decide what to do. Using watching television as an excuse, they sat on the couch and paid only a fraction of their full attention to whatever was being shown. Oh yes, Billie was under them, obviously. They laid her out across the couch, her mother sat on her chest and Tara on her legs. Billie didn't mind this set-up too much with Tara's beautiful sculpted bottom stationed near her mound, although She would have liked it a lot more if She weren't tied up, already spent and with her mom on top of her.

Tara was all too aware of Billie's bare feet next to her. Still toe tied and for the most part helpless, she itched to have a go at them like she did earlier. Making frequent glances at them, she sat curling her fingers.

“Go ahead.” Caroline said to Tara. She had noticed the fidgeting and guessed what was on Tara's mind. Understanding that urge all too well and wanting to encourage it as Billie was supposed to be being punished, gave full permission.

“Thanks!” Tara gleefully acknowledged the confirmation and changed how she was sat. Turning around so she sat side on, her butt placed firmly on Billie's knee area, her hands zoned in towards the tied up feet.

Billie heard this strange exchange and had no idea what was going on. Then She felt Tara moving around and knew it couldn't be anything good. Because it was most unlike her to allow something to happen and not get involved, Caroline used her feet to remove her sneakers, letting them drop to the floor with a couple of consecutive thuds, and started moving herself, going back to back with Tara.

“Mmmpphh!” Billie's muffled voice was put to use once again when a pair of feet in soggy warm socks planted themselves onto her face. After the gym, they were much more pungent than before. The gagged grunt of opposition turned into something more when Tara began using her long black fingernails to mercilessly tease the sensitive skin of her feet. “MMMMMPPPPHHHHH!”

The two women laughed as they felt Billie's body struggle beneath them, unable to do anything useful. “What's wrong Billie? Did you think your lesson was over? I did tell you that Tara and I would have some fun when we returned!” Caroline said as she rubbed her sweaty post-gym feet against her daughter’s unwilling face.

“She is a ticklish little thing, isn't she? It's so adorable!” Tara didn't let up with her fingernails, enjoying the impotent trembling under her weight.

Because they were tired from both their day of work followed closely by an intense gym session, Caroline and Tara didn't keep it up for long. Soon enough the land of dreams was calling them, their eyelids feeling heavier and heavier. Although the joy they felt as they tormented Billie did something alleviate the exhaustion, it wasn't enough.

Caroline and Tara had agreed on sleeping arrangements at the gym and as it turned out, Billie would be sharing a bed with them, kind of. Usually Billie would have been ecstatic to share a bed with a woman as beautiful as Tara, even if her mom was there too. But first, Caroline took her daughter to the bathroom to prepare her for bed. Without untying her, she sat her on the toilet and pulled her panties down as far as they would go. Billie felt extremely hot with embarrassment. Not only did She require her mom's assistance to urinate, She was all too aware of the mess She had made down below when she was tugging the thongs down her upper thighs, feeling the cold remains of what had been **** out of her.

Next Caroline removed the pantyhose from Billie's mouth, instructing her in advance not to speak whatsoever. She had not yet earned that privilege. Obeying her mother, Billie felt even more childlike standing and letting her mom brush her teeth for her. Without speaking, She nodded towards the shower after getting her mom's attention. She felt filthy after being tickled, teased and tormented for what must have been a good few hours in total. Not to mention the odour of feet seemed to have clung to her face, because although her face was currently free from the foul smelling appendage, She could still detect the scent.

Caroline chuckled, shaking her head. “Nope. No shower. Not until this lesson is over at least. You look defeated and not to mention you smell of my stinky feet Billie. A humiliating state if I've ever seen one. We should take you out for a walk tomorrow, show you off to all the pretty girls in town!”

Billie opened her mouth to respond but remembered her mother's instruction. Instead She looked to the ground, trying not to imagine how terrible it would be to suffer such public humiliation.

“Come on, bed time!” Caroline led her daughter not to her own bedroom, but to her own.

Upon entering, Billie was treated to the sight of Tara's tall, toned body dressed only in a sexy red set of bra and panties. Tara smiled. “You like?”

“Oh She likes.” Caroline rolled her eyes and flicked her daughter’s smelly thongs as liquid left her, a miracle considering it was supposed to be totally spent. She yelped in response, gritting her teeth to avoid swearing at the pain.

Setting Billie kneeling at the foot of the bed, Caroline and Tara sat on the end and looked down at her. “So Tara, Billie needs a new gag. And it seems that we have four smelly socks that would be perfect for the job. The thing is, just one will suffice. Mine, or yours?”

“Hmm.” Tara regarded the kneeling form of her friend's daughter with a pondering expression. “She’s already had your pantyhose stuffing her mouth. How about we give her some new sweat to taste.”

“Great idea. Whenever you're ready!”

“One disgusting workout sock, coming up!” Tara joked, peeling off one of the thin black socks clinging to her large foot. In order to get undressed into her thongs, she had kicked off her sneakers near the entrance to Caroline's bedroom. “I want that mouth open Billie. Your mom said I can take you home with me tomorrow if you don't. Be warned, I'm a much better tickler than she is.”

“We'll have to see about that. Billie shall play the part of judge, obviously. We'll have to organise a little tickle competition another time. Luckily I'll have Billie to practice on, with her being my daughter.” Billie obediently opened her mouth for Tara and She became increasingly concerned for her future hearing what her mom was saying. She thought (and hoped) that she’d be untied tomorrow and never be put through this kind of ordeal ever again.

After quickly getting undressed herself, Caroline pulled Billie into the bed with the help of Tara. She was excited for only a moment, until She realised that She was the wrong way around.

“Sleep well Billie. And whatever you do, don't let that sock come out of your mouth. If we wake up and it is anywhere other than pressed up against your tongue, I'll let Tara keep you as her tickle pet for a whole week.” Caroline said as her and Tara climbed into bed, placing their shaven pale and tanned legs over Billie's body, making her feel even more trapped than She was, and placed their feet just below her chin. The quilt descended, turning the space around her head into a hot little cave that smelled strongly of female feet, with the sources of the stench mere inches from her face, towering over her like sweaty monoliths.

Billie groaned quietly, fearing that her tormentors would overhear and laugh at her. Four rather ripe feet, three socked one bare, in her face for the duration of the night. Moreover, her feet twitched at the other side of the bed, easily in reach of her mom and Tara. Given tonight's experiences with the two of them, She was unable to relax, fearing a tickle attack any second.

The last thing She heard before the two women went to sleep was from Tara, slightly muffled because of the bed covers. “With these feet of yours so close to me Billie, it's hard to resist tickling the crap out of them. You had better be praying that I'm not a sleep tickler!”

Caroline and Tara laughed. Then the light went out. Anxious because of the possibility of sudden tickles on her **** feet and immersed in the warm, dark and smelly prison improvised at the foot of her mother's bed, it took Billie much longer to drift off than her bedfellows.

Knock knock knock.

Katie knocked on her girlfriend's door with nothing short of excitement. She trusted in the judgement of Caroline and hoped to see her teaching her daughter a particularly juicy lesson. Katie tapped the toe of her boot against the concrete, the young girl had been preparing for this ever since she returned home yesterday. The idea of joining in on Billie's torments was one that thrilled her greatly. It pissed her off to no end how that video game consumed her, stole her attention away from her. It was getting to the point where dumping her was becoming an attractive option. She had only resorted to such **** measures as a last resort.

It took longer than usual for the door to be answered. Clearly, Caroline was busy. Where a wait would usually annoy Katie, this one made her grin.

“Why hello there Katie!” Caroline greeted the girl with a similar grin. “Come on in!”

“Don't mind if I do, Mrs Fleecer. I trust Billie has been well taken care of?”

“You won't even recognise her. Come and take a look.”

Katie followed Caroline into the living room, seeing exactly what was going on. Caroline returned to the place on the couch that she had left, propping both bare feet up into her daughter’s face. “Oh my god. This is amazing!” Katie observed before bursting into a fit of laughter, every second of which brought Billie's red face to a deeper shade.

She tried to hide her face in the four bare, smelly soles presented to her. Billie shrivelled under the amused gaze of her girlfriend. It was a humiliating position indeed. The three remaining socks from the gym session of Caroline and Tara stuffed her mouth so full that the ends of them stuck out of her mouth, contained with duct tape. The ties that bound her yesterday were still there, only her ankles and wrists were no longer connected. Katie also saw that the video game controller was also in the same place, although she suspected it had been removed at some point. Not only would it be most inconvenient for sleep, but the duct tape securing it inside her thongs was applied differently to yesterday when she had tied her up.

“These are the easiest ranks I've ever gotten. Thanks loser! Enjoy your upcoming demotion!” A voice coming from the television taunted Billie as She was racked by a pattern of intense vibrations. She made muffled moans and groans through the multiple sock gag, the stinky soles nearby ensuring that her nose was pressed up against them as She did so.

“So, what exactly is happening here? Other than poor Billie smelling your feet obviously, and being pleasured by her video game more than She ever thought possible.” Katie enquired, not recognising the voice from the television as any of the characters from Ultimate Fight 7.

The two women shared a look. “Umm, Caroline? Do you want to explain this one?” Katie knew Tara enough to be familiar and friendly with her, although there was a hidden feeling of resentment from the younger to older based on how Billie would be more than happy to sneak peeks at that incredible tanned body. But these actions certainly did a lot to fix that.

“Sure. I think I've picked up a basic understanding at the very least. Basically, Katie, what I have done is set Billie up into 'auto-matchmaking mode'. It matches her with other human players over the internet based on skill level and they fight to progress even higher in the ranking system. I didn't realise how much it would effect Billie honestly, every time it announces that She has lost ranking points, She is driven almost to tears.”

Katie saw evidence to this immediately. Whoever had been trash talking before appeared to have defeated Billie's motionless avatar because the game announced the winner nice and loudly, and that winner was not Billie. She screwed up her face as it was toyed with and mashed between the feet of her mother and her close friend, her nose constantly tortured by the smell of long unwashed feet.

“By the looks of it, you're about to lose that 'platinum' rank that you worked so hard for, Billie. Don't you wish now that you'd spent more time caring for your girlfriend and mother?” Caroline lectured softly with a smile, that smile widening when Billie sobbed at the news, feeling strong mental frustration. Countless hours of effort and stress had gone into achieving that rank, and here She was about to lose them because of her mother's cruel punishment.

“Well would you look at this! My rival, SuperBillie123, about to drop from platinum. Last time we faced off, you laughed at me and told me how much better you were. Guess what? I'm gonna kick your arrogant ass!” A female voice came through the television. Beside the character of this player was the username 'GirlGamerGia5'.

A flurry of vibrations and a torrent of rumbling came Billie's way as her online female rival wailed on her character, dominating the first round. Billie sobbed harder than before, clearly not just at the continued controller inflicted suffering but also because of the girl on the other end of the screen.

“SuperBillie123? Have you left your console on and gone afk? You poor bastard. This will be the easiest rank of my life!”

“Katie! Grab me the headset, if you don't mind.” Caroline gestured towards the wrapped up set of headphones hurriedly, and Katie fetched them. She couldn't help but shoot a cheeky grin her girlfriend's way when her miserable eyes met hers.

Plugging in the headphones, Caroline moved the adjustable microphone to her mouth. “Hello? Is this GirlGamerGia5?”

“It is. Who is this?” The voice was more hesitant this time.

“This is Billie's mother, Caroline. Billie is... currently indisposed. She had to be punished you see.”

GirlGamerGia5 started laughing manically. “Is this a joke? Billie worked so hard for that rank and she’s going to lose it just like that?” She stopped, taking a long moment to laugh out her disbelief. “Why is She being punished? And more importantly, what's her punishment?”

Caroline chuckled. “Well, it's rather creative. My friend and I have Billie tied up and gagged with dirty socks whilst She sniffs away at our quite frankly awful smelling feet. The video game controller is in her thongs, stimulating her vagina with each and every vibration.”

“Hold on. So if I do this...” A short vibrations made Billie whimper. “It plays with Billie's pussy swhilst She is made to smell stinky feet?”

“Yes. Exactly.” Caroline confirmed kindly.

“That. Is. So. Funny!” GirlGamerGia5 couldn't help but giggle madly, launching her least damaging combinations attacks at Billie's character to trigger the most vibrations. “How do you like that Billie? Does getting beat turn you on? Does the fact that you're going to drop from platinum make your pussy wet? Or is it your mom's feet?

Billie shook her head, crying and making noises of protest through her gag. But one foot of her mother and one foot of Tara hooked behind her head as the other two feet pressed hard into her face, forcing hard and direct inhalation of their foot odour as her online rival sexually tortured her. “Perfect Victory!”

After the round ended, Billie was nearing orgasm. GirlGamerGia5, with her newfound knowledge of Billie's situations and her skill at the game, had eased her pussy close to the point of squirting. All she had to do was end the round quickly and that would likely be enough to finish her off. Except that wasn't what she intended to do. No, GirlGamerGia5 took this one slow, savouring the moment.

“Each hit brings you closer to demotion Billie. You told me once that I'd never reach the rank of 'Ultimate Fighter'. Well, now it looks like my chances are better than you. Hell, you can't even cum unless I allow it. In a different part of the world, lazing on my bed, I am in control of your pussy.” GirlGamerGia5 was eagerly picking on the highly handicapped player, using her expertise over the game to keep Billie on the edge. With just a silver of Billie's HP remaining, GirlGamerGia5 activated her ultimate finisher. Although the character that she used didn't have as convoluted a finishing move as Demon Dominatrix, it was enough to **** that climax out of Billie, who sat at the feet of her mom and Tara and squirted into her thongs as She sucked on the odour coming from those clammy peds. A second 'perfect victory'.

“Remember this Billie, because I don't expect to see you again. You're not good at this game, not as good as me anyway. It was a fluke in the first place that you managed to reach platinum. Hopefully by the end of the day, you're with the other noobs in bronze where you belong.” GirlGamerGia5 said her farewells, trying not to giggle at the unfortunate state of her once rival and moved onto her next online ranked match.

“She was nice.” Laughed Caroline, the other two females joining in and laughed at Billie's unmatched humiliation. Caroline then looked at Katie. “Take off those boots and join us, Katie. The only reason we're here like this is because of you anyway. You deserve to have your feet sniffed as much as I do.” Caroline and Tara parted, leaving a spot in the middle open for Katie.

“I would be more than happy to, Mrs Fleecer.” Climbing over Caroline's legs, Katie sat between her girlfriend's mother and Tara, sinking into the cushion and getting comfortable. Untying her laces, Katie revealed a pair of extremely sweaty and pink bare feet, planting them right before Billie's face which was held in place by the other feet.

“Damn girl, they smell terrible!” Tara wafted a hand underneath her nose after catching a whiff of the odour.

“She isn't wrong Katie, those small feet of yours reek!” Caroline also mocked her daughter’s girlfriend.

“All the better to teach Billie a lesson!” Katie explained proudly, wiggling her cute, fleshly toes near Billie's screwed up, suffering face. “I've had these babies on without socks since the moment I returned home yesterday.” Shuffling forwards on the couch, Katie inched her feet closer to Billie, eventually plastering the sweaty, warm flesh against her face. Despite the attempts to recoil away, the foot hook technique used by the other two women was too effective.

“Come on Billie. I want you to stop trying to move your nose away. Bathe in the stink of our feet! Otherwise, I'll let Tara tickle your feet with a hairbrush whilst Katie and I rub our feet all over your face. I was telling Tara about the forks and hairbrush at the gym yesterday and she can't wait to try for herself.”

“Forks and hairbrush? Did you tickle Billie's feet with them?” Katie asked.

“I did indeed. They drove her wild. You really should try it sometime if she’s ever late for a date or does anything to annoy you.”

“Don't worry, I will.” Katie giggled, grabbing her girlfriend's nose between a pair of toes that were downright greasy with sweat.

“Remember Katie, there's a waiting list.” Tara intervened, stroking Billie's cheek with her long, tanned toes.

Billie tried not to think about all the hard work going down the drain as the hours went by. Unfortunately that meant focussing on the odour of the ripe feet surrounding her. “Perfect Victory!” was said by the game announcer over and over, followed soon after by the sounds of demotion, sounds that used to create a feeling of anger in her. Now, that anger was replaced by this soul-crushing humiliation. Over the course of a few hours, orgasms were **** from her constantly teased pussy by the very players taking advantage of her position, beating on her character for the easiest ranking points of their life. her trio of tormentors were rarely quiet, mocking and taunting her, giving instructions on where to sniff, making sure She got an even sample of all three reeking pairs of feet. Over time, Billie became much more familiar with the smell of their feet, how the scent between the toes was extremely vinegary and sour, how even the smooth heels weren't without a strong odour.

“Okay Billie. Let's see how well you've learned your lesson.” Caroline said after looking at her phone to check the time. “Your aunt and cousins will be here soon, and I'm sure you won't want them to see you like this. So in that case, let's make this a challenge and give you the chance to end this. No talking now, I'm going to remove those dirty socks from your mouth.”

Doing as she had said, Caroline gently pulled the tape from over her daughter’s mouth and pulled the socks out one by one, dropping them on the floor with three nearly inaudible thumps. “There we go Billie, work that jaw around, ready yourself for what comes next.”

Caroline reclaimed her seat beside Tara and joined the other two in staring at her with expectant eyes. Clearly the women were on the same wavelength, whereas Billie was lagging behind in terms of understanding.

Chuckling, Caroline noticed the confused expression on Billie's face. “Sorry Billie, perhaps I should explain. As an act of ultimate humility, you are going to clean our feet with your mouth. As you might imagine, they won't taste particularly pleasant, judging by the smell. The sooner you finish, the sooner you'll be free, provided you actually do a decent job. That means no rushing! To make things interesting, you have until aunt Mary arrives. As soon as she knocks on the door, that's it. You won't be untied. Not until they leave tomorrow, anyway.”

“What would this mean for you? Well Billie, to start with you'll have double the feet to lick clean. That's if Mary and the twins don't want you to smell their feet first obviously. Be warned, Mary told me in her texts that the car is particularly stuffy and they've been driving for a long while, so their stinky feet might actually be a match for ours! You'll have to tell us which were worse afterwards. Also, I bet a couple of eighteen year old girls would simply love to play with your ticklish feet and the rest of your sensitive body. They're inquisitive young things, as you might remember. That would be an ideal time to show everyone how effective my tools were yesterday, as well as give everyone a turn with them too. So if you fail, I'm sure Katie and Tara shall be very happy indeed.”

“Honestly? I want her to fail. I've met her cousins and they're so energetic they could tickle her for days without rest given the chance.” Katie laughed, looking forwards to the possibility of seeing her helpless girlfriend endure such a thing.

“As cruel as it sounds, I find myself in agreement with your girlfriend Billie.” Tara grinned evilly, giving Billie a wink. “My feet are quite large, so they might take a little longer to clean. Be diligent too, I often find clumps of sock lint between my long toes after I strip off my socks.”

“Whenever you're ready Billie.” Caroline wiggled her toes, excitedly waiting for their turn to be worshipped with a determined mouth. “It would be beneficial if you get started sooner rather than later. Mary says that she isn't far away!”

Without any other options, Billie decided to lick. Starting with Tara's feet to get the biggest pair finished first, Billie placed her tongue flat against her heel and dragged it up the entire length of her sole, feeling every bump and wrinkle along the way. As she had said, her toes did have pockets of jammy lint between them which She had to put extra effort in to dig out, sliding her tongue through the toe crevices multiple times.

“Apparently you're silver ranked now Billie. I don't know what that means, but I doubt it's good. Sounds like if you don't get your freedom soon, you'll end up in bronze rank like that girl said.” Katie informed Billie, complimenting her words with a giggle.

Next Billie went to her mom's feet. Katie's feet were currently the most unappealing by far. She recognised the boots she had apparently been wearing since yesterday, opting to go without socks. They were her old boots, tossed aside because they were trashed and smelt atrocious. Although her mom's feet didn't taste much better than how She expected her girlfriend's feet to taste, it was something.

“I think I've found a new chore for your list Billie.” Caroline said, enjoying the sensations immensely. She couldn't keep her feet still as pleasure ran through her ticklish nerves. “Having this to look forwards to after work every day would make things much easier. And after gym too! It'll be so soothing for my tired old feet.”

The worst part about having to lick her mom's feet was the humiliation. The buzzing and rumbling keeping her pussy hard certainly didn't help matters. Billie hoped that She wouldn't be made to orgasm now, at the most embarrassing moment possible.

Thankfully, She didn't. It wasn't easy, but She had finished licking two pairs of stinky feet. One more to go. The pair that looked like they would taste the worst. “Not long left Billie. I'd wager that Mary and the girls will be here any minute now.” Caroline said, growing the anxiety inside Billie even further.

“Come on Billie. My toes are gonna be so cheesy, I can feel it. Get cleaning!” Katie ordered, revelling in this new level of superiority she had in this relationship. Things were going to be different after today, she knew it.

Without speaking, because She was not allowed, Billie reluctantly started cleaning Katie's feet by sucking on her big toe. And yes, it was foul. She moved along, sucking on the smaller toes two at a time. She found things much worse than sock lint between those stubby toes, accumulations of grime from the well used sole of her old boot. It tasted of stale sweat mixed together with fresher, more pungent sweat which was not a good thing. The boot grime was present on other parts of her soles too, something Billie found out as She progressed down the soft, pink moist feet. Soon enough, Billie decided she’d rather repeat the cleaning of both previous pairs of feet then have to attend to her girlfriend's second foot, but that wasn't a choice She could currently make.

Not long after She started on the second foot, as She had Katie's second and third toes in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around them, there was a knock on the door and Billie felt her heart sink. She screwed her eyes shut, wishing that the ground would swallow her up.

“I'll get it!” Caroline said, climbing to her feet. Tara and Katie looked at each other and laughed, they had gotten exactly what they wanted. To top it off, another round of rumbling caused Billie's pussy to spew forth pussy juices into her thongs once again, moaning with unwilling pleasure with a couple smelly toes between her lips.

“Fuck.” Billie cursed her luck as her mom opened the front door, allowing not only for her sister and nieces to come inside the house, but also for her daughter’s lesson of humility to continue. "Oh, my what is this?" asked Mary. The twins smirked.