Bored Housewife and the Cougar with a Foot Fetish (F/F)

[Janbound]

Sophie's eyes scanned the quiet, suburban street, searching for any sign of life amidst the monotony of the neatly trimmed hedges and identical flower beds and driveways. Her red hair, once a fiery beacon of her youthful spirit, now hung limp around her shoulders, matching the stale air trapped within the confines of her home. At thirty years old, she felt as though she had been sentenced to a life of perpetual purgatory, her days blending into one endless stretch of dusting, laundry, and mind-numbing daytime television. Her friends had all moved away to start their own families or pursue their careers, leaving her with nothing but Nerflicks to keep her company.

One sunny afternoon, while retrieving the latest Amazon parcel from the doorstep, she caught a glimpse of a flash of blonde hair next door. It was Pauline, her new neighbor, unpacking boxes from a moving van with surprising agility for a woman of fifty. Something about the way she moved, the confidence in her stride, and the rebellious twinkle in her eye, intrigued Sophie. Dressed her usual daytime comfy peach T-shirt and faded jeans, with bare feet, she walked over to her new neighbour to offer her a cup of tea, some help, or just the chance to chat. Pauline was unlike any of the other residents of the street. The sight of her was a breath of fresh air, a stark contrast to the stifling predictability of her own life, and something about the way her eyes kept darting to Sophie’s feet.

She wiped the dust off her hands and gave a warm smile. "Thanks for the offer, but I’ve got this. However, I’d love that tea!" The women retreated to the shade of a blossoming magnolia tree in the centre of Sophie’s small garden. The conversation flowed easily, and they discovered a shared love of books, particularly those of a steamier nature. Pauline had a vast collection and was more than willing to lend some of her favourites to her new neighbour. And all the time, Sophie noticed the older woman stealing glances at her feet. She wriggled her blue painted nails a couple of times to test her theory, and was rewarded by ban additional nervous glance by Pauline.

Pauline’s blond hair was held in a tight bun, and she was wearing some vibrant coloured clothes that clung to her curvaceous figure, unlike the baggy clothes Sophie had been hiding behind. Her feet, were in a clean pair of high end trainers. The contrast between them was stark, but somehow, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. In fact, it was exhilarating.

She had to say something "I noticed you looking at my feet," Sophie commented casually, sipping her Earl Grey. "Are you disgusted I should walk round barefooted in yhe middle of yhe day, or are you admiring my pedicure?” She smirked.

Pauline chuckled, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. "I've always had a...let's say, a peculiar interest in bare feet. They're so...free. If I wasn’t shifting boxes I’d be barefoot and connecting with the earth too.”

Sophie felt a blush rise to her cheeks, unsure of where this conversation was heading but too curious to back away. She had never met anyone quite like Pauline before. "Well, I guess I like the simplicity of it. No shoes, no socks, just me and the earth."

Pauline leaned in, her eyes glinting. "Simplicity, yes, but there's also a certain power in vulnerability, don't you think?"

Sophie's heart skipped a beat, unsure of what to make of the question. "Power? In being barefoot?"

Pauline nodded, her eyes never leaving Sophie's. "Indeed. It's about relinquishing control, letting go of the layers that society forces upon us, and embracing something more primal, more...intimate."

Sophie felt a strange thrill at the thought, a sense of excitement that had been absent from her life for too long. She studied her own feet, the polished blue nails and the soft pink skin that had rarely seen shoes in months. "I've never thought of it like that before," she murmured.

Pauline's gaze was knowing, a spark in her eyes that hinted at secrets yet to be revealed. "It's just a thought," she said with a shrug, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But sometimes, stepping out of our comfort zones can lead to the most unexpected discoveries."

The tea was finished, the last drops leaving the cup and staining the saucer with a hint of amber. Pauline stood, brushing off her hands and smoothing her blouse. "I'd better get back to it," she said, glancing at the now empty van. "But I'd love to continue this conversation another time. Perhaps over wine and a good book?"

Sophie nodded, the prospect of a more intimate meeting with her enigmatic neighbor filling her with a mix of excitement and nerves. "I'd like that," she said, watching as Pauline sauntered back to her house to continue shifting boxes. Sophie trotted inside her bare feet silent on the cool grass.

The rest of the day passed in a blur as Sophie went through the motions of her usual routine, but her mind remained firmly on the conversation with Pauline. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the other woman had seen something in her that she had long buried beneath the layers of domesticity. As she peeled potatoes and chopped vegetables for dinner, she found herself pondering the notion of vulnerability as power. The idea was tantalizing, a forbidden fruit that whispered promises of freedom and escape from the mundane.

The next morning, as the sun crept high into the sky, her husband off to work and yhe breakfast things loaded into the dishwasher, Sophie trotted over to see Pauline, a nice bottle of wine tucked under her arm. She felt a giddy thrill of excitement, like a teenager embarking on a secret adventure. She had chosen a light, fruity blend, thinking it might be more to the older woman’s taste, and was wearing her trusty jeans, white t-shirt and barefoot, her hair freshly straightened past her shoulders, hoping she did not look too scruffy.

Pauline answered the door wearing a bright sun dress in primary colours, the fabric a delightful blend of blue and yellow, red and green. Her bare feet were dry and rough, a testament to her love of walking without shoes, and her nails were painted a striking combination of green and red, and she spotted several tie rings. The sight of them, so vivid and unconventional, made Sophie feel a little shiver of anticipation. The dress hugged her curvy figure and ended just below her knees, showcasing her toned calves and the delicate chain of an ankle bracelet.

"Ah, you've come for our little rendezvous!" Pauline exclaimed, taking the wine with a flourish. "Do come in, I've prepared a space for us to relax."

Sophie stepped into the house, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet, and followed the sound of classical music to a cozy, sitting room. Two large, velvet-covered sofas sat against the walls covered by an assortment of cushions and blankets. In the centre of the room, a small table with a pile of books, one opened. The walls were adorned with abstract paintings and intricate macramé, giving the space an eclectic, bohemian vibe that was vastly different from the rest of the house.

Pauline led her to the sofa, her bare feet silent on the carpet. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, gesturing to the cushions. "I've picked out a few books I think you might enjoy." She winked and handed a couple of them over.

Sophie took the books, feeling their weight in her hands. The titles of the first one made her cheeks heat up. It was definitely not the type of book she would have picked out at the local library. "These are...interesting," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Pauline chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I thought you might like them. They're a bit...out of the ordinary."

As they settled into the plush cushions, the topic of their conversation drifted from music, to books to the subject of feet. "I've always found them so fascinating," Pauline mused, her gaze lingering on the book covers before her. "The way they can be both strong and delicate, a source of pleasure and pain. And tickling, oh my, that's an art form all its own."

Sophie giggled, a sound she hadn’t made in a long time. "Tickling? That seems a bit...unusual."

Pauline's eyes lit up. "Ah, but you see, tickling isn't just about laughter. It's about sensation, about connecting with someone in a way that's both playful and intimate. It can be quite...thrilling."

Sophie couldn't help but lean in closer, drawn by the allure of the unexplored. "How so?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Pauline's expression grew thoughtful as she spoke. "Well, think of it this way. For children, tickling is a playful game, a way to bond and share joy. It's innocent, a simple connection of laughter and love. But between lovers, it can be a delicate dance of pleasure and power, a gentle tease that can lead to passionate embraces." She paused, her gaze lingering on the soft skin of Sophie's neck. "And in medieval times, tickling was actually used as a form of torture, believe it or not. The soles of the feet, especially, are incredibly sensitive. The right touch can make a person squirm and beg for mercy, even if it doesn't leave a mark."

Sophie's heart raced as she tried to imagine such a stark contrast. "That's...intense," she managed to murmur, her eyes flicking down to the floor.

“Yes.” Said Pauline. “Imagine it, sitting in a dungeon, or the town square, your ankles locked in wooden stocks, hands tied behind your back, bare feet exposed. Tickled mercilessly, for days on end.” She leaned closer, her voice a seductive purr. “The agony of laughter, the loss of breath, the inability to escape. It’s quite the paradox, really. Something so innocent and joyful can become a tool of such exquisite torment.”

Sophie couldn't resist the intrigue that danced around the subject. She looked up at Pauline with a mix of fascination and trepidation. "Stocks and foot torture? That's...quite a dark turn for our chit-chat," she said, a tentative smile playing on her lips.

Pauline's expression remained serious, yet a glint of excitement danced in her eyes. "Ah, but history is full of such curious practices, isn't it? The stocks were a common punishment, a way to humiliate and torment the accused in public. Their feet, exposed and vulnerable, became a canvas for various forms of entertainment for the townsfolk. Sometimes it was simple tickling, other times it was something more...intense."

Sophie's imagination began to wander, picturing scenes of medieval townsfolk laughing as someone squirmed in the stocks. The thought was both disturbing and strangely alluring. "I've never experienced anything like that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Pauline leaned closer, her eyes gleaming. "It's a feeling that's difficult to describe, really. The mix of helplessness and exposure, the anticipation of the next tickle, the way your body responds even though you know it's irrational." She paused, a sly smile playing on her lips. "But, of course, I'm speaking metaphorically. I don't have any stocks lying around, unfortunately."

Sophie felt a strange sense of relief, yet also a hint of disappointment. "But, I have been in stocks," she admitted, her voice low. "It was a dare at a Renaissance fair a few years back. They did tickle me, of course. it was still...unsettling. The feeling of being trapped, so publicly, was intense."

Pauline's eyes widened, and she leaned back slightly. "Really? Did you enjoy it?"

Sophie took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing with the memory. "I did," she confessed, feeling a sudden rush of warmth. "I mean, not the tickling so much, but the experience. It was...exhilarating, to be honest."

Pauline's eyes gleamed with understanding. "Ah, I see," she said, her voice a low purr. "Then you've already taken the first step into a world of sensation that many never dare to explore." She paused, her gaze lingering on Sophie's bare toes peeking out from the hem of her jeans. "You know, I've had the pleasure of being in stocks more than a few times myself. It was something my ex-husband and I used to do together. A shared fetish, you could say."

Sophie's eyes widened, the revelation hitting her like a surprise summer storm. She had never known anyone who admitted to such things, let alone her new neighbor. "What was it like?" she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from Pauline's knowing smile.

Pauline leaned back, her expression contemplative. "It's like nothing you can imagine," she began, her voice taking on a dreamy quality. "The feeling of being bound, your feet exposed and at the mercy of someone else's whims...it's intoxicating. But, as I said, I don't have any stocks here. However, I could tie you up and show you a glimpse of that world, if you're truly curious."

Sophie's pulse quickened, the dull throb of excitement pulsating through her veins. She had never considered herself adventurous, but something about Pauline's proposal made her feel alive. "What would it involve?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Pauline leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd use some duct tape, tie your hands and feet," she whispered, her breath warm against Sophie's cheek. "It's not the same as stocks, but it's a start. And if you make too much noise," she paused, letting the implication hang in the air, "I might just have to gag you too." She smiled.

Sophie's heart raced. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never been tied up before, never been so completely vulnerable to someone else's will. Yet, the thought of it with Pauline, here in this cozy, book-filled room, was strangely alluring. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. "Okay," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Pauline's smile grew wider as she stood up gracefully, her bare feet silent on the floor. "Good girl," she said, her tone gentle yet firm. She walked over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a roll of duct tape. The sound of it unfurling echoed in the room, sending a shiver down Sophie's spine.

"Let's start with your ankles," Pauline instructed, kneeling in front of her. "Put your legs together, darling." With surprising deftness, she wrapped the tape around both ankles, securing them tightly together. The tape stuck to the skin, binding them together, leaving her feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable.

Next, she moved up to her knees. "Bend your legs for me, sweetheart," she said, her voice soothing despite the tension that was building in the room. Sophie did as she was told, and the tape was applied in the same methodical way, just below the joint, leaving her unable to separate her legs more than a few millimetres apart. She watched as the silver tape disappeared into the fabric of her jeans, creating a barrier she hadn't anticipated.

Pauline's hands moved up to her wrists, pulling them behind her back with surprising strength. The tape wrapped around them, sticking to itself and binding her arms into place. She felt the tension as she tried to move, the tape biting slightly into her skin. It was uncomfortable but not painful. Then, she felt the tape being pulled tight around her elbows, pulling her arms closer together, immobilizing them completely. The sensation of being trapped was overwhelming, yet she felt a strange comfort in the firmness of Pauline's grip.

The older woman's touch was gentle yet commanding as she continued her work. Finally she took the roll of tape and wrapped it around Sophie's chest, just below her breasts, pulling her arms even tighter against her. The tape stuck to her skin, and she could feel her breath quicken as her arms were pinned against her back, her chest exposed. The material of her t-shirt stretched, revealing she wore no bra, but she was unable to cover herself. The tape felt cold and unforgiving, leaving a sticky residue on her skin as it tightened around her body.

Sophie's eyes widened in the mirror, taking in the reflection of her bound form. Her bare feet looked small and vulnerable, her legs uselessly stuck together, her arms immobilized and pushed back in a way that accentuated her chest. She had never felt so exposed, yet she couldn’t deny the thrill that was building in her belly. Pauline stepped back, admiring her handiwork with a nod of satisfaction. "Very good," she murmured, her eyes roving over the tape-covered limbs.

Sophie swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her heart was hammering against her ribs. "Are you ready for this?" Pauline whispered, her voice slightly playful.

Sophie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I think so," she replied, her voice shaky. She hadn't felt this alive in years, and she didn't want the moment to end.

“Well it doesn’t matter if you’re not ready. You’re all tied up and I’m not. So,I can do what I want to you and you can’t stop me!” Said Pauline, the playfulness in her voice rising to a giggle.

Sophie’s heart raced even faster. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet the thrill was undeniable, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like a wildfire. "What do you want to do to me?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

Pauline's smile grew more mischievous as she took a seat beside her on the sofa. "Give me your feet, sweetie," she said, holding out her hand expectantly.

Sophie hesitated for a moment before shuffling round, extending her legs, placing her bare feet into Pauline's waiting grasp. The sensation of the other woman's hands on her skin was electrifying, sending waves of sensation up her legs and through her body. Pauline's touch was firm yet tender, her thumbs tracing delicate circles along the arches of Sophie's feet. The room was filled with the sound of their combined breathing, the only other noise the soft classical music playing in the background.

Pauline began to tickle her feet, gently at first, her fingers dancing across the soles, sending shivers up her legs. The sensation was strange, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that she hadn’t felt in a very long time. The gentle touch grew more insistent, the tickles more intense, and Sophie couldn't help but squirm. She had forgotten how sensitive her feet were, how a simple touch could elicit such a powerful reaction.

"Oh, you're a squirmer," Pauline said with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with delight. She increased the pressure, her fingertips digging in slightly, the tickles growing more persistent.

Sophie gasped, trying to pull her feet away, but the tape held firm. She could feel her body reacting in ways she never had before. The giggles started low in her belly, building into full-blown laughter as the tickling grew more intense. Her feet twitched and jerked in Pauline's grasp, and she felt the tension in her arms and chest from her attempts to escape.

Pauline's eyes never left hers, her gaze both challenging and playful. "You can't get away," she whispered, her breath warm against her cheek. "You're all mine to tickle." With that she lifted her left leg, surprisingly supple, and crossed in over Sophie’s bound shins, trapping the younger woman’s legs as the intensity of the ticking grew.

Sophie's laughter grew louder, her body writhing in a futile attempt to escape the relentless onslaught. She had never been tickled like this before, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Yet, even as she struggled, she found herself leaning into it, her body responding in a way she had never anticipated. The lines between pleasure and pain blurred, leaving her gasping for air and begging for more.

Pauline's hands moved with a newfound agility, her fingers finding every sensitive spot on Sophie's feet. The tickling grew more intense, the laughter turning into shrieks of delight and agony. The room was alive with the sound of her cries, echoing off the walls and mixing with the classical melody that seemed to crescendo in time with her gasps.

“You’re making too much noise sweetie.” Pauline’s voice was playful and cheeky. She released Sophie’s kegs and Walked to her kitchen.

“No please. Don’t gag me.” But before Sophie could react, she felt something cold and gamp being pressed against her mouth. She realised it was a wet washcloth and the scent of lavender filled her senses.

"Now, I don’t want the neighbours to get the wrong idea," Pauline said, her voice still playful but slightly seductive. Sophie’s reply was muffled by the fabric. Pauline took her time, feeding the cloth into Sophie's mouth. She then placed a single strip of tape over her mouth before holding her hair out of the way as she wrapped multiple layers around her victim’s head, ensuring it was tightly in place, sealing her mouth.

Pauline stepped back, her eyes scanning Sophie's bound form with a twinkle of satisfaction. "Much better," she murmured, before moving to the sofa and sitting back down. "Now, let’s continue."

Sophie nodded, her eyes wide and glassy with anticipation. She had never felt so alive, so completely at the mercy of someone else's whims. The wet cloth filled her mouth, the lavender scent mingling with the metallic taste of the tape. It was a strange, yet oddly comforting feeling, the fabric pressing against her tongue and the sticky residue coating her teeth.

Without warning, Pauline scooped her up and placed her on the floor face up, the plush carpet cushioning her back. The sudden change in position sent a fresh wave of excitement through her. She watched as Pauline leaned over her, her strong arms supporting her legs, and then she felt the coolness of the air as her feet were lifted up.

Pauline began tickling her feet again, this time with even more vigor. The sensation was unbearable, the laughter bubbling up from deep within her, muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her legs thrashed, her toes curling in a silent scream of delight and desperation. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so alive in that moment. The tape bit into her skin as she struggled against her bonds, her body writhing under the onslaught of sensation.

Pauline's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her new friend squirm and giggle, her own breath coming in short, excited gasps. "You're doing so well," she cooed, her voice a mix of comfort and challenge. She took a moment to lean forward and mutter "You're such a good sport, I think you might just enjoy this more than you're letting on."

The tickling grew more intense, Pauline's fingers moving rapidly over the soft, sensitive skin of Sophie's soles. Sophie's eyes watered and she squealed into the gag, her body jerking with every touch. The room was filled with the sound of her muffled laughter, punctuated by the occasional squeak or plea for mercy that was lost behind the wet fabric. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shone with a mix of fear and excitement.

Pauline's expression was a blend of concentration and enjoyment as she worked her magic. Her own bare feet were firmly planted on the floor either side of Sophie’s head, but slowly her toes began to wiggle as Sophie’s head thrashed side to side. Pauline raised her right got slightly, pivoting on her heel, her toes began to tickle Sophie’s cheek. The power dynamic was clear, and yet, there was a strange sense of camaraderie in their shared secret.

Sophie's body was a symphony of involuntary movements, a dance to the tune of the tickling that she could not escape. Her eyes searched for any sign of relief, any hint that the torture would end, but all she found was the unyielding gaze of her neighbor, who seemed to be enjoying every moment of her discomfort. Yet, somewhere beneath the surface, she realized she was enjoying it too.

Pauline's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against Sophie's feet. "Ready for the next level?" Before Sophie could respond, she felt the roughness of the older woman's bare feet pressing down on her face, the sensation both strange and exhilarating. The arch of her foot rested on her cheek, while her toes danced over her forehead and nose, teasing the very edges of her eyes.

Sophie's eyes widened in surprise, the gag muffling her protests as she tried to push the feet away. But they remained firm, the weight of them surprisingly comforting as Pauline began to gently rub her face with her soles. The sensation was foreign, yet oddly soothing, a stark contrast to the tickling torment that had come before.

Pauline leaned in closer, her blonde hair brushing against Sophie's cheeks as she kissed her heels, the warmth of her mouth sending shockwaves through her body. The wetness of her tongue against the skin was unexpectedly erotic, and Sophie couldn't help the small moan that escaped from behind the gag. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of another person was overwhelming, yet she found herself craving more.

Pauline's feet remained firmly planted on her face, the sensation of the older woman's soles against her skin making her feel both dominated and protected. She felt the roughness of her neighbor's calloused feet, the gentle pressure of her toes as they rubbed against her cheeks and nose, the softness of her arches as they slid over her closed eyes. It was a strange mix of sensations, one that she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, Pauline's weight shifted and Sophie strained to look between her toes. She saw her older neighbour pulling her dress up. The fabric slid up her body, the coolness of the air against her skin sending goosebumps racing across her exposed flesh. The dress was thrown to the floor where it pooled on the carpet. This was soon followed by her white lace bra, revealing her fifty year old pendulous breasts to the world.

Pauline’s bare skin was soft, with a sprinkling of freckles scattered across her shoulders and chest. Her breasts hung naturally, the nipples a dark pink against the pale flesh. She looked down at Sophie, her expression a mix of power and mischief. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Sophie nodded as best she could, the fabric of the gag still muffling her voice. Her eyes darted to the bookshelf, where the spines of the erotic novels they had discussed earlier peeked out. The room felt charged with an energy she had never experienced before, a thrilling blend of vulnerability and desire.

Pauline took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with excitement. She placed her left foot on the floor, keeping her right foot firmly pressed against the side of Sophie’s face, then she began to rub her breasts with the soles of the bound girl’s feet, her toes wiggling as they grazed her nipples before the older woman’s took them in her mouth and began to suck.

The sensation of Pauline’s feet against her face was strange, yet somehow fitting. The muffled sounds of pleasure from both women filled the room as the tickling continued. The feeling of being used in such an intimate way was both humiliating and thrilling.

Pauline's toes slid along Sophie's cheeks and into her hair, the roughness of her feet a stark contrast to the softness of the carpet beneath her. The older woman's moans grew louder as she ground her soles into the younger woman's face, her heels digging into the cushions of the sofa. "You like that, don't you?" Pauline murmured, her voice thick with desire. "You like being at my mercy."

Sophie's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as she felt the wetness of Pauline's mouth envelop her toes, her tongue flicking and swirling around each digit. The sensation was indescribable, sending shockwaves through her body. Her feet were bound and useless, but in this moment, they had become instruments of pleasure, the center of attention in a way she had never imagined possible.

Pauline's hands roamed over her feet along with her tongue exploring the contours that marked her soles. She pinched and squeezed, her nails leaving faint lines on the taut skin. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating. She had never felt so exposed, so helpless. Yet, she couldn't deny the heat pooling in her core, the ache that grew with every passing moment.

As Pauline's moans grew louder, she felt the pressure on her face lessen. The older woman's foot slid away from her mouth and she gulped in a much needed breath of air. "Do you like that?" Pauline asked, her voice breathless. "Being at my mercy?"

Sophie nodded vigorously, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of fear. She hadn't anticipated this turn of events, but she found herself utterly captivated by the power dynamic that had developed between them. The tickling had become something more, a strange dance of desire and domination that she never wanted to end.


“Oh my God! Look at the time. What kind of a hostess am I?” Pauline stood up revealing her white knickers. “It’s time for lunch.”

With that, the older woman’s walked to the kitchen: bare feet slapping on the floor, bottom wiggling in white lace, boobs swinging side to side. She left her young neighbour fully taped ip, gagged, barefoot, lying in her sofa.