no-right-to-shoes: trappedinnow: (original photo from Flickr) @no-right-to-shoes Apparently these ar
no-right-to-shoes: trappedinnow: (original photo from Flickr) @no-right-to-shoes Apparently these are still operational. Fancy a trip to Cambridgeshire? How long do you think it will take for people to start taking photos after I lock you in these? They won’t because these holes are so large I’d be able to pull my feet out of them easily :P Your followers are absolutely correct: why would you think I’d place you in stocks without securing you?Maybe with less chains, but this is what will happen to you. No wiggling out of this one now, huh?But of course before all this, there’s the matter of getting to the stocks. I need you meek and obedient for this part so that you will do everything I order you. Hence, before that day you won’t have had an orgasm for a week or so. Perhaps I’d get you to edge too.In the morning, you will go to my house so we can go to that town. You won’t take any documents, money or a phone with you: your only possessions will be a simple summer dress and a pair of sandals. I want you dependent on me in everything so that you have no choice but to obey.So, here we are on the train. You are wet in anticipation, so horny that you can’t think about anything except what’s going to happen to you.We don’t get off at our station. Instead, we do it a station early. There is a few kilometres of countryside between us and those stocks and I intend to make the most of that distance.As soon as we exit the station and start making our way through the fields, I order you to stop and remove your shoes. You comply instantly and slip out of your sandals, your pretty pale feet now standing in the soft grass. I pick the sandals up and stuff them into my backpack. There’s no way you’re sitting in those stocks with clean soles.You are now only wearing your dress. And your panties, which are by now soaking wet.I order you to stretch out your hands and tie them up with some rope. I take out another length of rope from the backpack and tie it around your neck. We begin to move.The noose around your neck that keeps digging into your skin as I jerk on it to get you to go faster excites you even more. You feel like some sort of an animal that’s being led to a slaughter and you’re so horny that you basically are one.At some point, I shackle your ankles too.We continue, you mindlessly following me, the chains on your feet jingling. After less than half an hour of walking, we finally reach the village.Nobody is around, so instead of untying you I lead you straight across the road and to the stocks, still leashed. I hear a whimper as your bare foot steps on a pebble on the pavement.I order you to sit down and open up the stocks. You place your feet in them. The stocks clasp shut, locking your ankles in.I untie your hands and retie them around your back. I don’t want you getting out of the stocks. Or, indeed, touching yourself. I quickly look around to see if anyone’s looking and then slide my hand between your legs. You moan audibly and try to squeeze my hand with your thighs, but after a few rubs I stop. Not yet. I withdraw my hand, which is covered in your juices. What a disgusting little girl. I force my fingers into your mouth to clean them off. You let out another moan.We’re done here. I step back to look at what I have done. Your pretty feet are securely locked in the stocks, soles dirty from all the walking. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back, I’m sure they’d be between your legs right now. You wouldn’t be able to resist your body otherwise. This is what you have always wanted to be, a barefoot, penniless plaything, completely dependent on the whims of others, born to serve your superiors.I begin walking away, leaving you behind. I’ll be back in an hour or so to check on you. But I have better things to do than watch some lowly slavegirl being punished. -- source link