Katy wakes up in a shed

"ohhhh..."

Katy immediately began to moan as she woke up. A light shone over the her head, blinding her at first. Katy's eyes finally adjusted and she was surprised to find herself in a completely different room. Then the previous events returned to her mind. Someone attacked her and most likely was the one who brought her here.

She had seen enough horror movies to know that this wasn't a good situation for her. As expected, she found herself tied down to a table, bound by heavy rope. Her pajamas were still on, but she could feel her bare feet exposed and cold. Katy could manage to lift her head a little, and could see her toes, painted pitch black, sticking out from the end of the table.

"I see you're awake little missy," a familiar voice sounded from behind her. The owner of the voice waked slowly around her, still out of sight. "I hope you aren't uncomfortable."

"Whoever you are, untie me now and I won't call the cops!" Katy blurted out, struggling to get out of her confines.

A chuckle erupted from her captor. "Police? The police are the least of my worries anymore. They are far too superstitious to step out here anyways, for good reason too!"

Finally, the man stepped into Katy's line of vision. It was the creepy old gardener from earlier; Mr. Welkins.

"YOU!" Katy yelled. "Get me out of here now! How can you do this to your own tenant!"

Mr. Welkins chuckled again. "Because when you live out here by yourself, you get lonely." He crept to the end of the table, near Katy's feet. "And when you're lonely, you get deprived of certain....desires."

The old man then open his mouth and began licking Katy's exposed soles, much to Katy's surprise. His tongue snaked across the smooth, slightly damp skin. The feeling came off as strange to Katy. Strangely erotic, that is. She had never had her feet touched by a tongue before.

The skillful tongue of Mr. Welkins found every sweaty morsel on her soles. He loved the taste, and loved the feeling of such young skin. It had been ages since the old man had felt a woman's skin, and thus he wanted to savor every moment of this.

"Young lady, your soles taste exquisite," Mr. Welkins said. "I knew you would have beautiful feet in those rather ghastly shoes. You certainly don't disappoint."

Before Katy could reply, Mr. Welkins resumed his licking with the same careful pace. It was like he was dining on a favorite dish at a fancy party, with him eating slowly but happily. Despite the circumstances, Katy felt her body enjoying this unique attention. She could protest, but she didn't. Especially after what he did next.

The soles eventually went wet and tasteless, but Katy's toes remained untouched. The desserts, no doubt.

"I rather enjoy this color on them," Mr. Welkins said, referring to the black polish. "I'm certainly glad you and your friends have good taste in foot care."