Billy and the exchange student’s feet (f/m)

[Bondageboi]

In the quaint town of Willowbrook, there lived a peculiar boy named Billy. Billy was a ten-year-old with a penchant for the peculiar, often found with a mischievous grin dancing across his freckled face. His favorite pastime was tickling the feet of his unsuspecting babysitters, a trait that had earned him a legendary, if not infamous, status among the town's teenage population. It started as a mere curiosity, but soon grew into an obsession that defined his evenings.

Katharina, a stoic German exchange student, arrived in Willowbrook to stay with Billy's family for the summer. At sixteen, she was more than capable of handling the young rascal. Her stern gaze and no-nonsense attitude were a stark contrast to the giggling, blushing girls who usually watched him. Billy's eyes lit up when he learned she was staying allsummer, not just for the night; he couldn't wait to add another foot-tickling notch to his belt.

The first day when Billy and Katerina would be at home togetehr came, and Billy's usual shenanigans began as soon as his mother left for work. He crept up to Katharina, who was busy with her schoolwork at the kitchen table, wearing tshirt , jeans and barefoot. He gently poked her foot with a feather. Katharina, without looking up from her book, swiped the feather away with a swift motion of her hand. Billy retreated, his excitement bubbling like a pot of popcorn.

Billy made his next move 20 minutes kater. He approached Katharina, who was reading on the sofa, her legs folded under her, her bare feet peeking out from under her bottom. He sat beside her, took a deep breath and reached out to tickle her soles. To his surprise, she grabbed his wrist with a strength that belied her slender frame.

"Billy," she said, her voice as firm as her grip, "I know of your... habits. I have spoken with the other babysitters. It's time to find a new game."

Billy's heart skipped a beat. He had never encountered such resistance before. Most of the babysitters had giggled and squirmed, some had even played along, but none had ever talked to him like that. He felt a strange mix of embarrassment and intrigue. He studied her, trying to gauge whether she was bluffing, but her unflinching stare gave away no secrets.

With a swiftness that seemed almost predatory, Katharina stood up and produced a roll of duct tape she had been sitting on.. Billy's eyes grew wide as she approached him with a stern look on her face. Before he could react, she had his hands secured tightly behind his back. The tape was sticky and unyielding, leaving him in a state of shock and sudden vulnerability.

Next, she moved to his ankles, wrapping the tape around them with surprising deftness. Billy felt the tension in the tape as she pulled it tight, securing his legs in a way that allowed for no escape. He squirmed and protested but her movements remained focused.

With methodical precision, Katharina taped-wrapped Billy's knees and elbows next, leaving him bound and utterly immobile. The plastic adhered to his bare skin of his arms and legs with a sticky embrace that made him feel like an insect in a spider's web. Each time he struggled, the tape bit into him, reminding him of the futility of his resistance.

Then she moved on to his torso. The tape criss-crossed around his chest and stomach, tightening with each pass. Billy's breaths grew shallow, his heart racing like a wild stallion in his chest. The feeling of being trapped, so utterly and completely, was new and terrifying to him. His eyes searched for any sign of amusement or pity in Katharina's eyes, but all he found was a steely determination.

Once she had secured him to her satisfaction, Katharina peeled off Billy's socks, exposing his bare feet. She looked down at him, her eyes unreadable behind her glasses. "You seem to have a fondness for feet," she said, her German accent thick. "Let's see how you like this."

With a swift motion, she stuffed one of his socks into his mouth, filling it with the warm, damp fabric. Billy's eyes watered and he muffled a protest. She followed with the second sock, pressing it in until his mouth was packed tight. Then, with the same unforgiving tape, she sealed his mouth shut, wrapping it round his head, creating a very tight gag that effectively silenced his complaints. He could only make muffled, indignant sounds as he squirmed in his bonds.

Katharina returned to the sofa and sat down with her back to him, and with a sigh, she propped her bare feet on the coffee table. He felt his face grow hot and red, seeing her bare feet, being unable to touch them, feeling frustrated yet somehow, somalive all tied up.

Billy's eyes grew wide as she leaned back and lifted one foot into the air. Her toes wiggled tauntingly, and he could see the dusty smudges on the soles from her day of exploring Willowbrook. He writhed in his bindings, desperate to touch those feet, to feel the familiar giggles and squirms from his past victims. But Katharina was unfazed, her foot hovering just out of his reach like a carrot on a stick.

"You like my feet, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with a knowing amusement. Billy could only nod, his eyes glued to her toes. He had never felt so powerless, and yet, so drawn to the object of his obsession. The situation was exhilarating in a twisted way that sent shivers down his spine.

With a smirk, Katharina placed her left foot gently on Billy's face, pressing down just enough to keep his head still. The sensation was strange, her arch pressing into his nose, her toes curling slightly around his cheeks. He could smell the faint scent of her skin, and it was all he could do to keep from laughing or squirming away.

"Now, Billy," she said, her voice calm and firm, "You will stay here, with my foot on your face, until you learn your lesson."

Billy's eyes watered as he felt the weight of her foot pressing down on him. The tape around his mouth was sticky and uncomfortable, and he could feel his cheeks puffing out around his gag. But the urge to tickle her feet was stronger than ever. He stared at her toes, the way they curled slightly around his cheeks, and imagined how they would feel under his fingertips. He couldn't help but nod vigorously, hoping she would mistake his desperation for agreement.

Time stretched out like a lazy afternoon in the park. The TV played in the background, a sitcom laugh track echoing through the room, the only sound that didn't seem muffled and distant. Katharina read her book, her foot occasionally shifting slightly, sending a new wave of pressure to Billy's nose and eyes. He felt trapped and vulnerable, a sensation that was both terrifying and thrilling. The tickling urge grew stronger, his body tense with the effort of not laughing or squirming away.

Her foot remained planted on his face, the heat from her sole warming his cheeks. She would occasionally tap away at her phone, sending messages to her friends back home about her adventures in England. Billy could see the screen light up, casting a faint blue glow on her face, highlighting the curve of her cheek and the tip of her nose. Each tap was a silent taunt, a reminder that she was in control.

"You really want to tickle my feet, don't you?" Katharina finally said, not looking up from her phone. The question hung in the air, a challenge wrapped in a velvet glove. Billy nodded frantically, his eyes pleading. He had never felt so desperate to perform his favorite pastime.

“Well you can”t. This is what i believe you call turnabout.”

With that, Katharina removed her foot from his face and bent down to his level. She turned to his exposed bare feet , fully accessible with his cocks in his mouth, and began to tickle him mercilessly. Billy's muffled giggles filled the room, his body jolting and twitching with each touch. He had never been on the receiving end of his favorite game, and the sensation was overwhelming. Katharina's fingers danced across his arches and along the sensitive skin of his soles, sending waves of laughter through him that he couldn't suppress.

Billy's eyes watered and his cheeks turned a deep shade of red as he wriggled in his bonds, desperately trying to escape the relentless tickling. But Katharina was persistent, her touches alternating between feather-light and firm, keeping him on the edge of hysterics. She studied him with a mix of amusement and curiosity, watching the way his body reacted to the sensation she knew so well.

After a particularly intense round, she decided to give him a break, placing her foot back on the coffee table. Billy gasped for air, his body covered in goosebumps. He could feel his feet begging for mercy, but his eyes remained glued to her toes, the urge to tickle them still burning within him.

Katharina noticed his gaze and raised an eyebrow. She leaned in close, her foot hovering just above his face. "Do you promise to behave, Billy?" she asked, her voice low and serious.

Billy nodded frantically, his eyes pleading. He had never felt so utterly at someone's mercy, and it was both humiliating and oddly thrilling. The gag made it impossible to form words, but his nod was emphatic. He would do anything to get his hands on her feet again.

Katharina took a deep breath, seemingly unconvinced by his response. She leaned back and began to tickle him again, her strong fingers digging into the tender skin of his soles. Billy's body convulsed, his giggles muffled by the socks in his mouth. The sensation was unbearable, his feet feeling like they were on fire with laughter, but he couldn't pull away.

The hours stretched on, a blur of tickling and breathlessness. Each time she stopped, Billy thought it was over, but she always returned with renewed vigor. She'd make him smell her feet, the faint scent of sweat and grass from her day's explorations, and then the tickling would begin again. He could feel his resolve crumbling, his eyes watering and his breath coming in gasps.

Finally, the grand old clock in the hallway chimed the noon hour, and Katharina sighed, setting her book aside. She leaned down and peeled the tape away from Billy's head, gently removing the gag. The feeling of the socks being pulled out was almost a relief, his mouth feeling suddenly huge and cold without the fabric filling it.

"Lunchtime, Billy," she said, her tone now more amused than stern. She stood up, stretching her legs and smiling at the sight of his bound and defeated form. "I'll make us some sandwiches. You stay put."

Billy nodded, his eyes never leaving her bare feet as she moved to the kitchen. The tickling had been unbearable, but the promise of food was a welcome distraction. He heard the rustling of the fridge, the slicing of bread, and the clinking of plates. His stomach growled, reminding him of the world beyond his obsession. The strange feeling if being tied up and tickled however had awoken anothervfeeling within him whic he felt very incertain of. He had actually enjoyed being helpless at Katarina’s mercy.

When Katharina returned, she carried a tray laden with sandwiches and juice. She set it down on the coffee table, her feet just out of his reach. Billy watched her take her own sandwich, the scent of cheese and ham making his mouth water. She took a bite, her eyes never leaving his.

"Would you like a sandwich?" she asked, holding out a half-eaten one. Billy nodded eagerly, his stomach protesting loudly. She leaned over, placing the sandwich in hismouth, and then returned to her spot on the sofa.

He chewed slowly, savoring the taste, feeling the bread crumbs stick to his dry tongue. He couldn't help but notice the smudges of dirt on her toes as she ate. The thought of her walking barefoot outside was somehow... exhilarating.

"Good boy," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Now, tell me, have you learned your lesson?"

Billy's throat was dry, his voice muffled by the sticky tape residue. He froze, his eyes still on her feet. Katharina leaned in closer, her foot hovering above his face. "Say it," she insisted.

"No," Billy finally managed to croak out. "I still want to tickle your feet." His voice was filled with a mix of defiance and desperation.

“Well what shall i do with you?”

“Keep me tied up?” He ventured nervously.

[milagros317]

A fine story! Billy could be me at age 10. I wish I had had a baby sitter like Katharina.

[lilshinefan]

[Canuck100]

Great story! I really like the characters, Katharina and Billy. Hope you’ll continue the story!

[vaddoc2001]

Very nice. Thank you.

[tillytimber123]

Wow, this story was amazing. Hope there's more to come from you.

[tedbangor]

Fun story with quite a bit of potential, should you care to expand upon it, which I hope you will.