Sort'a Stuck

Jaime 1956 Page 33

Narrator POV

The storm outside seemed endless, as the rain poured onto the window panes, and the thunder rocked the entire house, sending Jaime's bedroom into a quick rattle, again and again. Lightning flashed, in explosive episodes, over and over again...outside the tempest was gaining momentum.

Unfortunately, the terrifying noise from the storm outside, was drowning Jaime's muffle-protests, and the bouncing-noises that could be heard from his bed...from him bucking on top of it, and sometimes bouncing off of it, bouncing up and down, slightly off the mattress, as he reacted to the intense tickling sensation from the scrubbing and brushing that was now taking place all over his bare soles and toes.

His entire bedroom now looked like a smaller version of a stadium, of sorts, as there were thousands  and thousands of tiny rodent-like creatures...everywhere you would set your eyes on...the night table, the book shelves, all over the floor around his bed, the headboard, the footboard, on the window frames, the dresser shelves, and all over the opened closet-door, some were even sitting on the top of the frame of the door...onlooking as Jaime struggled and squirmed, within the tiny bondage he was placed in by some of these tiny creatures, in order to keep him in place for the 'foot' scrubbing and brushing he was having to go through at this very moment.

"MNMGHRORGHMNOGHMOGNMNGRHEEROMNM..." poor, agitated and probably exhausted Jaime kept muffle-protesting underneath the stinky, sweaty tube socks the tiny creatures had fashioned into his gag...stuffing both of them into his mouth, tightly roped in with one of their tiny, miniature ropes, that was tied, very tightly on the back of his neck.

In the darkness of his bedroom, as the thunderstorm went on, without reprieve, Jaime pulled with both of his wrists...forcefully, against the wooden-railing-design in the center of his headboard. His wrists were beginning to show the 'red' of almost scrapped skin, as he fought against the tiny, miniature rope fixture that was used to bind his wrists to one of these wooden-railing polls...the one located in the center of the railing design.

Down, over to where his bare feet were, it was a totally different story, as both of his feet had been roped tightly to another one of these smaller, wooden-railing design polls, the center one as well, extending slightly outside of the railing design a bit, crossed at the ankles over the railing design...his left, tan-yellowish foot showing to the right side of the railing-poll, and his right one showing to the left side of the railing-poll...perfectly crossed at the ankles, both tied very tightly to the railing-poll, but with an added binding, which would make it impossible for Jaime to prevent any of the thorough scrubbing and or brushing that was now being performed on his bare, yellowish soles and toes...all of his ten toes had been carefully and individually tied to this same railing-poll his ankles had been tied to as well, with this same miniature rope-like stuff the creatures had fashioned for Jaime's bondage.

There was no escape to this relentless scrubbing and brushing, now meticulously being orchestrated on his poor, immobilized bare, tan-yellowish soles and toes that almost looked, were being tortured as these tiny brushes and towels were used to scrub and brush up and down Jaime's soft and sensitive soles and toes...as he jumped a bit off the mattress, again and again, trying to catch his muffled breath, and muffled out more protests, amidst involuntary laughter that managed to escape his troubled, sock-gagged lips.

Some tiny creatures, now standing and or sitting on the wooden railing design, on the footboard, the ones not doing any of the brushing and scrubbing, would occasionally engage in the poking and prodding on Jaime's soles and toes. Their tiny expressions were that of enamored trance, as they all gazed intently at Jaime's bare, tan-yellowish, soft and now very clean soles and toes in unison.

At the moment there was nothing poor Jaime could do to end his agony of tickle-torture, going on, on his bare feet, at the foot of his bed...but something was unfolding as the scrubbing and brushing continued...over by the top of his bed, more exactly the headboard where his wrists were tied to, to one of the railing polls...the one in the center of the railing-poll design!