Judy waited to pull off her plans. She waited exactly three days before calling Ann over to her home. “So what did you want me for?” Ann asked, smiling warmly at Judy.
Judy laughed. “I wanted to hear your laugh of course!” The girl said, taking Ann’s right hand in her own. “Come on. I have a special table set up for you.”
“Oh?” Ann said, blushing heavily. The girl was starting to feel excited.
Judy led Ann into another room. Sitting in the middle of the room was a massage table. “Lie on your stomach.” Judy ordered. Ann did as she was told. The table was a little shorter then Ann was so her feet dangled off the end. Judy took several leather straps up and began binding Ann to the table. Soon she was completely helpless.
“Two more things left.” Judy said. The girl then took a piece of string and bound Ann’s big toes together and then bound it back to the table. The girl then took a piece of duct tape and was about to cover Ann’s mouth with it.
“I thought you wanted to hear my laugh?” Ann said, seductively.
“I changed my mind.” Judy laughed, placing the piece of tape firmly over Ann’s mouth. “Alright…” Judy said, when Ann was secure. “I’m going to call Clarissa now.”
“HMM!” Ann cried, in her gag.
“Sorry. It’s your turn to work a little.” Judy said. The girl left the room and soon returned carrying a cover. “I don’t want her seeing all of you.” She said, lying the cover over Ann. The only thing poking out was her bare feet.
“Don’t hate me.” Ann said to Ann as she dug out her cell phone. “Clarissa? Hey! Could you come over for a little bit?”
A few moments later Clarissa was standing in Judy’s living room. The girl wore an excited look on her face. “So Samantha’s here?” The girl asked.
“That’s right!” Judy said, leading the girl into the room where Ann was bound. “She wanted to try something new today.”
Clarissa giggled when she saw the pair of feet. “Hi Samantha!” Clarissa said, giving Ann’s feet a quick tickle. Ann giggled with ticklish delight. When she tried to speak her words were completely muffled.
“Have at it!” Judy said.
Clarissa giggled, but then shook her head. “Nice try Judy… Who is this anyways? Ann?” The girl asked.
Judy’s lower jaw dropped in awe. “What do you mean?” She asked, quickly regaining her composure.
“It was a nice try, but I know for a fact that this isn’t Samantha. First of all Samantha’s feet aren’t this small and even though her feet are smooth, they aren’t this smooth.” Clarissa said, raking her nails up Ann’s feet. Ann giggled and scrunched her toes. “And another thing, Ann doesn’t scrunch her toes like this. She wiggles them.”
“Really…” Judy said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“If Ann wants me to really tickle her I will, but…” Clarissa began, but Judy interrupted her.
“I knew it!” Judy said, nodding several times. “I knew it all along.”
“Knew what?” Clarissa asked.
“You like Samantha! Don’t you!” Judy said, pointing at Clarissa.
“What? No!” Clarissa said, waving her hands dismissively. “Really it’s nothing like that!” The girl said.
Judy shook her head. “Nice try, but you know so much about her feet. You have to like her!” Judy said.
“No! You really have the wrong idea.” Clarissa said, turning to leave. “I’ve got to go.”
Before Judy could stop her Clarissa had rushed out of the room and out of the dorm. Judy sighed deeply. “I bet she likes her.” The girl said, nodding. Ann cried through her gag. “Calm down.” Judy said, patting the girl’s legs. “You’re still in for a good, long tickling!”