Abigail

She had just turned 18 and her name was Abigail. She was about 160 cm tall and her straight dark hair didn't quite reach her chin. She had a cute little snub nose and a very strong body for her age.

Abigail cut a particularly good figure in tight tops. She looked good and she knew how to use it. Abigail was of the age when girls know how to play with their feminine charms. What made me so hot about Abigail was this contradiction: on the one hand this absolutely hot body, on the other hand these still very childish features on the face.

Her smile that radiated such innocence. We had known each other for a long time. Because Abigail was a friend of my friend's sister, so we had seen each other quite a few times. But I had never seen her as a "woman". But that had changed in the meantime.

I had a crush on her even though she was very young. She was already very mature for 16 years. I had recently met Abigail at the disco and we had developed something of a 'smooch' relationship on the weekends. We rarely saw each other that week. Whenever we met, it was always at her parents' house.

They were really tolerant and let us make out and the like in Abigail's room undisturbed. We hadn't really done it yet. I was significantly older than Abigail, namely 21, but that didn't seem to bother Abigail, quite the opposite. I was single at the time and Abigail looked so cute and despite her age I felt like she could be something.

Our relationship has been going on for several weeks now and I liked it. Abigail too. But she'd never let me undress her even partially, I hadn't even seen her barefoot before. What a pity! But at least one thing was for sure: you could definitely have fun with Abigail.

This was clearly noticeable when we went to the disco. We had already met three Saturday evenings in our regular discotheque, danced and really partied. The cuddle songs were our favorite moments. Deeply embraced, we kissed like crazy.

Abigail had really full lips. She was good at kissing, but sometimes I felt like she was trying to set a record for French kissing with me. Her tongue was soft and I already had very clear ideas about what Abigail should do with her tongue on me at some point. But even Abigail did not convey the impression of a convent student.

On the contrary. She was really bold and she couldn't resist grabbing my pants with her little hand and massaging it lightly during the cuddle dance last Saturday evening in the disco. Then she unbuttoned a button and pushed her index finger in. This little beast! At some point it was so far that I had to push her hand aside so as not to get too excited.

The marks on my trousers would have been too embarrassing, although little Abigail really turned me on. As I grabbed Abigail's wrist and pushed her hand aside, I couldn't get a thought out of my head. I imagined what it would be like to tie up Abigail and then watch her body squirm helplessly in the bonds. A fascinating idea: the sweet Abigail completely at my mercy. She had to look horny with her hands and feet tied.

How would she behave? Would she put up a fight or rather voluntarily assume the role of the defeated. Tied up Abigail: It was hard to get that thought out of my head because Abigail wore a thin leather strap around her left wrist. It was light brown, sort of a friendship bracelet. Abigail also wore a thin leather strap around her beautiful neck.

Especially this ribbon, which led around her neck, stimulated my imagination. What would it be like to lead sweet Abigail, who just turned 18, on this leather strap like on a leash? Too cool the idea. For weeks now, whenever I saw Abigail, I would get very restless. Because I hadn't tied up a girl in a while and I felt like I could dare with Abigail.

I don't know exactly why I felt this way about Abigail. There was something about those thin leather thongs that Abigail wore around her neck and on her wrists. I found they made her body even sharper. I also wondered if Abigail also wore leather straps around her ankles. It must have looked exciting to see such a leather strap dangling from her ankles.

I felt a surge of excitement at the thought of her little feet. How I would have liked to reach down to take off her shoes. Just seeing the socked feet. I was incredibly turned on by seeing a girl in public without shoes, barefoot or in socks. A few times I looked down at her shoes and stockings while she was dancing.

She wore light brown leather pumps and thin beige socks that evening. Did she wear a leather strap around her ankle? I was into tying up girls' bare feet. Abigail's feet really irritated me. I had never seen Abigail without shoes.

Especially not without socks. Abigail was so young, that was an added attraction. I had to catch her barefoot at some point. Maybe I should just help out a bit? I was dying to see her without shoes.

I wondered if there was a way to take the little one's shoes off while still in the disco without revealing my foot fetish. Taking off your socks wouldn't work. It would have been too obvious. But maybe take away a shoe? At some point we sat down.

Abigail sat upside down on my lap while snogging. I considered. It was a good opportunity. All I had to do was separate my legs and Abigail would slump through my legs to the ground and kick her feet up in the air.

I would then only have to reach for her shoes. I just had to do it. And so did I. Abigail didn't suspect anything and continued kissing me. Then it happened.

Suddenly I pushed my legs apart, on which Abigail was sitting. "Ah-hh!" Abigail yelled, hitting the floor with her ass between my thighs. She supports herself backwards with her hands on the floor, her calves resting on my bent thighs, the two shoes directly in front of me. "What's this crap about?" Abigail asked, completely taken aback.

It was my chance. Soon she would understand the whole thing. I grabbed Abigail's left shoe by the heel. "Hey, what are you up to?" Abigail shrieked, still sitting on the seat of her pants in confusion.

Somehow she already suspected it: “Joe, stop! Don't you steal my shoe! I'm not in the mood for that! Leave it!". I just grinned at her. I tugged at her shoe a little more with relish. The heel was already showing. I would soon hold her socked foot in my hand.

How was Abigail supposed to put up a great fight? She was still sitting on the floor in front of me and I had a firm grip on one foot. "Abigail, who's going to resist like that?" I asked, finding it a bit nasty myself. "Be nice and give me the shoe, sweetheart!" I held the heel of her shoe in my hand. I slowly pulled a little harder on her shoe, I just wanted to see her sockfoot, sweetheart.

Abigail was still hoping to change my mind: “Joe, please! Don't take off your shoe! Please, please, please! I'm always so nice!" Abigail begged, "You can't just let me walk through the disco on one shoe. Please don't do that!”. It did not help. Abigail saw from my look that she probably couldn't expect any mercy. She despaired a little: "Now let me go!" she shrieked and tried to pull away.

At that moment I grabbed it: a jerk, I had her shoe in my hand, jumped up from the chair and ran away. I stopped three tables down and watched my victim. I was delighted to see Abigail get to her feet. She looked helpless.

One of Abigail's beige socks touched the floor. She put the sock down very lightly on the ball of the foot so as not to get it dirty. She looked over at me pleadingly. I waved her shoe as if to tell her, “Come on Abigail! Get him!” I waited.

Then she started moving. She was cute. She hopped behind me on one leg. "Joe, please! Give me the shoe back!” begged the jumping Abigail.

I looked spellbound at her foot. I saw her socks. Abigail tried very hard not to put her socked foot on the floor. She stopped: “Please Joe!” She came even closer: “Please! Give it back to me!” she begged.

Seeing Abigail in her predicament and hearing her soft pleading, I knew I really wanted to tie her up. And barefoot. Abigail was lucky this time. I gave her the shoe back immediately afterwards. And at least that evening she was able to keep both of her shoes on.

But I made up my mind to have Abigail come and see me at some point. Then I would tie up her bare feet. The disco evening was otherwise as usual. Abigail was very interested in being conspicuous in the disco with me, especially in front of acquaintances. She was happy when her schoolmates asked curiously whether that was actually her boyfriend.

It was obvious that Abigail thought it was cool "to be dating" an older man. I heard she bragged about it to her friends at school. She also told around that she would definitely not spend her first time with someone her own age. She couldn't do anything with a greenhorn.

The little one wanted to make herself really important. But I didn't care, as long as Abigail kept wearing those tight 501 Levis and those tight T-shirts. After a short time it was completely clear to me who Abigail had chosen for her first time. She had asked me a couple of times when she could finally come to my house. She always said she wanted to make out with me more than just at the disco.

I always turned it down because my parents wouldn't have accepted such a young friend at the time. For financial reasons I still had to live with you at the time, and to avoid major discussions I preferred not to let Abigail come to me at first. Besides, I had something very special in mind for her. Parents interfered. But then the right time came.

My parents went away for 3 weeks. I was now looking forward to Abigail's visit. The first call I got from Abigail, I invited her to come and see me. Of course she enthusiastically agreed.

She wanted to be there by 1 p.m. I thought that was great because it was going to be a really long day. I thought about what preparations I had to make. Of course, Abigail didn't yet know anything about my tendencies.

Little did she know that I was a foot lover and also into tying up girls and especially their bare feet. And that I loved tickling. I was pretty sure that I would show Abigail my love for bondage today. I just had to find some good opportunity to start my favorite game.

I would probably find a reason. It doesn't matter which one, but in the end Abigail should be in shackles. That was clear. For this purpose, I placed a small plastic bag with ropes under the headboard of my bed. That way I would have the ropes to hand quickly enough.

Then I got the handcuffs out of the drawer. I got these for another friend. Abigail would sure look awesome in it too. But I wasn't sure if the handcuffs wouldn't be too hard for the first time.

Surely Abigail had never been tied up before. I couldn't help but put the handcuffs under the bag with the ropes. The handcuffs should always be ready. While I wanted to proceed cautiously, since I didn't believe Abigail had ever been tied up by a man, good preparation had to be easy.

And the idea of putting Abigail in handcuffs turned me on incredibly. Just knowing that the handcuffs were already there for my sweet victim excited me. Finally I looked for a long thin silk scarf. I put this next to a few other pieces of clothing next to the head end in such a way that the scarf looked like it was lying there by accident. There would be an opportunity for tying up.

I would hate to give it up. But something else was clear as day: I wanted to see Abigail barefoot today. I also wanted to see her sweet ass, which I had kneaded so often at the cuddle dance. In an emergency, I would put the little one tied up over my knee.

She must have a super butt, the little mouse. Then the time came. 12.50 p.m. The doorbell rang.

I opened the door for Abigail. After a completely enthusiastic kiss of welcome, I looked at her. She looked great: white 501 Levis, thick dark blue wool sweater, blue socks and white sneakers. I invited her in.

Abigail entered the hall and wanted to go to the stairs, but I stopped her: “Wait Abigail! Please take off your shoes down here! My parents don't like dirt being dragged in here.” Abigail nodded. She was really sweet little one. I was happy. In a moment I would only see her in socks for the first time, Abigail's two feet only in thin socks.

I had always waited for this. Abigail always wore slippers or very thick woolen socks at her house. How I had cursed things on my visits. Abigail had never really shown me her feet before.

That should change today. Abigail did as I told her. Without undoing the laces, Abigail pressed one shoe against the heel of the other sneaker and pulled her foot out of the shoe. The first sock appeared. She had a nice foot shape.

That was clear. The toes showed. Great! The sock was solid blue over the toe, then stripes ran down the instep. Cute socks, I thought and dreamed of taking them off my feet too, finally seeing them barefoot.

Abigail then took off the other shoe as well. "And what now?" asked Abigail, who was now standing in front of me and looked at me expectantly. She seemed clueless. I don't think Abigail noticed that I was staring at her feet while taking off her shoes.

But maybe she already knew about my soft spot because of the “shoe stealing” in the disco recently. I led her to my room. I enjoyed Abigail walking up the stairs in front of me in her socks. She would make a great sacrifice. In my room we immediately threw ourselves on my bed, cuddled and kissed wildly.

It went on like that for probably 45 minutes. Abigail could hardly be held. She clearly wanted to seduce me. It was clear: Abigail wanted to experience her first time with (and with me) today.

Heavy kissing followed. After a few minutes she took off her thick sweater. A white T-shirt showed, the bra shimmered through, her dreamlike curves were clearly visible. A little later she said. the belt on her jeans would pinch her.

We took off each other's jeans pants and I have to say, the sight of that tight ass gave me pleasure. Abigail had beautifully tanned skin and was wearing athletic briefs that were obviously smaller than the bikini bottoms she'd worn on vacation. The panties laced up properly between the delicate white skin of both of her cheeks. A great ass.

It was brilliant white and therefore clearly distinguished from the rest of the body. A real apple shaped girls butt. It got to me. I gave Abigail a little slap on her sweet bottom with my flat hand. "Hey!" she yelled and laughed.

She quickly rolled onto her side, grabbed a pillow and threw me off with the pillow. Excellent! A wild pillow fight began, as it should be. A wild battle that soon took place no longer on the bed, but in my entire room. Because there was still plenty of ammunition on my sofa, about 6 smaller pillows.

It was hilarious. We ran half-dressed through rooms and threw ourselves off with the pillows. Abigail hopped around the room in her tiny panties and t-shirt. She snorted because she was already out of breath. I would jump at her right away.

Abigail was already panting, another pillow hit her. "Abigail! You lost. You give up!” I shouted and fired another pillow at her. And another one.

"Surrender, Abigail!" I demanded again. "Never!" she replied cheekily. "O.k., I'll try it differently then! At some point you will capitulate! ' I threatened, jumping up to her and grabbing her arm. “Ahhh! Help!” Abigail shrieked.

She didn't stand a chance against me. I grabbed her arms, her shoulders across my thighs. "Zack". With skillful leg hooks, Abigail had laid on the carpet.

Right next to the bed. She was still wriggling, turning back and forth. She didn't want to be pushed onto her stomach. But I already had her on the arm and pressed her to the ground.

I knelt over her. She was still lying on her side and struggling violently. She wanted to get off the ground one more time. In the long run, Abigail lacked the strength to defend herself against me.

She struggled valiantly, but after a few struggles to free herself one last time, I grabbed Abigail's right wrist, twisting her arm behind her back. That was it. I had a firm grip on Abigail. She was defenseless now.

I quickly turned Abigail onto her stomach and sat on her back with my legs apart. I let go of her twisted arm. Exhausted, she snorted, caught her breath after the short but intense wrestling match. “And what comes now? Looks like you killed me!” Abigail asked, still out of breath. “Exactly! Abigail.

You lost the battle, now you are my prisoner. I will have fun with you of my own free will,” I answered her. Abigail turned her head: "You might be a nutcase! I, your prisoner? Such nonsense! But I'm curious what you want to do with me.” She threw it at me and laughed at what I had said. She still had no idea what I was going to do with her.

Abigail would soon find out. “Girls as pretty as you are usually ticklish, A-bi-gail. You too?” Abigail lay exhausted under me. She grinned, "Me? No not at all!".

She laughed. Of course I knew Abigail was lying. She, too, now wanted closer physical contact. So tickling was ideal.

Unlike usual, I didn't want to take care of her feet right away. That was to be the climax later. It was too early for my feet, but I had to control myself not to immediately reach for Abigail's socks. I began to tickle Abigail's upper body. Under the arms and at the waist.

"Hahaha-haha". Abigail laughed and laughed. Still, it didn't work properly. But Abigail always managed to fend me off with her hands.

It didn't work that way. I twisted her right arm behind her back, then the second as well. With my right hand I now tried to hold both arms behind my back so that I could tickle undisturbed with my free hand. But Abigail fought back fiercely.

Her wrists were too big for me to squeeze tightly with one hand. I slipped my hand off Abigail's restrained arms. “Ha, ha, ha!” Abigail laughed exuberantly: “You can't hold me with one hand. You'll never make it!“.

Abigail still felt safe. You should stop laughing right away. I looked under the bed. Now it started. I quickly grabbed the plastic bag and took out the ropes.

Then I also took the handcuff and put it right next to Abigail's body. "Hey! So what is that? are you trying to tie me up You must be crazy!” Abigail shrieked in disbelief. What should the ropes do? Abigail was confused. She hadn't even discovered the handcuffs yet.

They lay out of sight, ready to hand. "Give me your little hand!" I commanded, and without Abigail even having a chance to react, I twisted her right arm into the shoulder blade with a jerk. "Ouch!" Abigail was totally surprised. "Click!!!". Abigail felt cold iron grip her right wrist.

"You're handcuffed?" Abigail asks helplessly, unable to believe it. There she was lying on her stomach and was obviously handcuffed. "There, Diane! Now you're due!” I threatened as I pulled her left arm out from under her upper body and also turned it backwards. "Joe, what are you doing to me?" Abigail asked, a little startled.

She didn't think of an answer. She moved, quite excited. I felt Abigail's body twitch between my thighs. What a horny victim! I pressed her left wrist firmly against her back.

"Click!!!!" She was trapped. Both her sweet hands were now handcuffed behind her back. Only two links of chain separated the wrists. It looked awesome.

Abigail's small manicured hands restrained in the handcuffs. Abigail tugged at the binding and twisted her upper body back and forth. Every attempt at liberation was pointless. Abigail must have realized that too. Nevertheless, she reared up.

Abigail shrieked: "Hey Joe! You can't just tie me up!". But of course she couldn't defend herself anymore. She twisted her wrists in the handcuffs as best she could. I didn't put them on too tight.

“Of course I can, Abigail! You see it! Well, how do you like it in the handcuffs?”. From my look she saw only too well that this was just the beginning, I had more plans for her. “So Diane! And now it's the turn of your adorable feet!”. I looked back, where both of her feet in the blue socks were fidgeting.

Abigail didn't want to. She cried out: "Not my feet!!!! Oh no! Get down, Joe! Not the feet!” she shrieked. But I didn't feel like it was a serious protest. Nonetheless.

She was wriggling and kicking her legs, screaming. Abigail didn't want to give up her resistance just yet. She was determined not to let me tie her feet together. I grabbed her legs, she kicked: “Woe, Joe! Don't tie your feet, then I won't be able to defend myself anymore!" "Exactly for this reason, I want to do it!" replied.

It wasn't even easy to grab her feet. I rolled backwards on her body and slid down her body towards her legs. I sat on Abigail's barely covered ass for a few seconds. Because of my weight, I prevented too much resistance.

Then I sat spread-legged on her bare calves. My body weight still prevented further kicking. Abigail, too, felt that there was no point. She managed to turn her upper body to the right side: "O.k.Ok.!" Abigail called out to me.

"You managed. I can't stop it. Then tie my feet too!”. Abigail didn't need to tell me that.

I didn't need that permission. I would have done it anyway. Abigail lay defenseless in the handcuffs on her stomach. I enjoyed the sight: Two girls' feet were now lying parallel in the cute little socks in front of me: the soles up, the instep pressed onto the carpet.

I grabbed one of the ropes. I couldn't help but take a quick look at Abigail's tight ass. My victim just looked sharp. The T-shirt had ridden up, the handcuffs on the back, and then the skimpy panties.

The fabric of her panties had pushed even further between her cheeks as she struggled. "To bite into it," I thought. It was almost just a string. Anyway, I wanted to tie her feet. I grabbed Abigail's right foot, lifting it ever so slightly.

She twitched, but realized immediately that she could no longer defend herself. Then I made a sling and wrapped the rope around Abigail's right ankle. I pushed the sock down a bit so I didn't tie it up when I was tying it up. "Oh, no!" Abigail moaned as I pushed the sock down slightly over the ankle.

She sensed what I had in mind later. Now I tightened the noose. I grabbed the other foot. Multiple loops.

Again, I was careful not to tie my socks tight. Then Abigail's ankles were tied together. Abigail twisted her little feet on the ropes and realized that now she couldn't possibly move her feet apart. I grabbed Abigail's right foot.

Even through the thin socks I could feel that she was also wearing these thin leather straps around her ankles. I would have loved to have taken off the little one's socks immediately, but I controlled myself. Instead I took another rope and tied the handcuffs to the ankle cuffs. First, Abigail was supposed to present herself to me in a classic hogtie.

That was done quickly. I tightened the knots and didn't listen to Abigail's comments as I did so. I was initially done. I kissed Abigail deeply, then got up and looked at her.

I loved the way Abigail lay flat on her stomach on the carpet. I looked at her bound feet. The socks: It wasn't just the part over the toes that was striped, there were also stripes running down the heel. The rest was just blue.

"I like your socks Abigail!" I said without expecting an answer from her. Abigail wriggled her wrists in the handcuffs again. Then she looked up at me, "Are you into stuff like that?" she asked. I looked at her and nodded, "Sure! I find it an exciting game. There's nothing wrong.

And you look absolutely stunning in tied up, Abigail. But if you want, I'll let you go again now. Then you can go home. Or do you like the game too? Tell me.

How are you feeling now? Are you scared or have any other uncomfortable feeling?” I asked Abigail. Abigail looked up at me. I was very excited. Then Abigail shook her head, "No! I'm not afraid at all. I would like to spend the whole afternoon with you.

I want to stay here, I trust you. It's just a bit unusual. I've never been tied up by a boy. Just used to play, but that was different than today.

But I don't think it's bad at all. Somehow I find it quite exciting to be so completely at the mercy of you as a prisoner. I feel almost like a slave here. Let's get on with the game!” That was incredible.

Abigail actually wanted to continue. Excellent! I was surprised. On the other hand, of course, she had told all her friends about our rendezvous. If she just went home now, she would have been scorned and ridiculed by her friends.

Abigail must have thought of that, too. She'd just bragged too much about what she "does" with her older boyfriend too much. All the same. So Abigail wanted to keep playing.

But it would really have been a shame to untie the half-naked and tied up Abigail again. But she wasn't helpless enough for me. I stepped over the bound Abigail and put the silk scarf over her eyes. A knot, then it grew dark around her. I liked that better.

Abigail breathed quickly when she felt the blindfold. She was very excited. Only scantily clad she was lying on the floor in front of me and now I couldn't even see what I was going to do with her next. Yes, there she was.

I had to look again at her sweet buttocks, into which her panties are getting more and more. Only a small part of the t-shirt covered the beauty. I happily pushed it aside. I checked the blindfold.

She fit perfectly. Abigail was helpless. I wanted to push our game further: “All right, Abigail! So you are ready. Coming to terms with your role as my slave.

Then I can certainly call you a slave, right?” Abigail's heart was beating loud and fast. She was super excited, but suddenly she got a little scared. What was my plan? "No! Joe, you're crazy! No! So it was not meant that you can also call me a slave! I don't want that! I find it humiliating when you call me that!”. I thought for a moment what to do next. It would be really hot to be able to call sweet Abigail, who was tied up in front of me, "slave".

How could I get her around? I couldn't force her. It had to be playful. Then I had an idea. “You find it humiliating to be called a slave in a game like that, Abigail? Don't act like that.

We're both adults. But well, Abigail. I know what we're doing. Your negotiating position is bad and I honestly don't think you should do that, but you get a fair chance.

We'll play for it. If you complete the task, I'll release you. Otherwise I will call you "slave" this afternoon and you "master" me. Diane laughed.

For some reason she was relieved. I think she sensed that I was slowly introducing her to “the game”. Little by little, very gently. That obviously calmed her down: “Joe, you never give up, do you? It's ok, we'll do as you say.

What kind of task is that?” she asked into the darkness. She laughed again. "You'll see!" I answered and looked happily at her blue socks. I took one of her feet and stroked it.

I felt her soft socks in my hand. The fingers glided tenderly over the sole. "No! What are you going to do with my feet?” Abigail shrieked immediately, now a little scared again. I knew all too well that she was ticklish wherever she could feel my fingers. Next she only heard my footsteps on the stairs.

I went to the kitchen. "What are you up to?" I heard her ask. But I had already left the room. Abigail was bound and blind on her stomach.

All she could do was wait. She got it right. She was at my mercy. It took a while. I let Abigail stew.

After a good 5 minutes I entered my room again. My tied victim was still lying in the old place. It was obvious that Abigail was totally aroused. She was breathing fast.

It turned her on that she couldn't see what I was trying to do to her. I put a small towel under her bound feet. Then I altered the hogtie so that Abigail's soles were almost level with the ceiling, but only almost. "What's this?" Abigail asked.

But I didn't answer. Now I wanted to do what I had been keen on for so long. see Abigail's bare feet. I grabbed the feet. "No! Oh no! Please, please, please! Joe, don't do anything with your feet.

I'm totally sensitive. Please don't!” Abigail begged. i grinned Nice how she begged.

Then I took off her right sock. Yaaaaaah! Her bare foot was finally in front of me. A small foot, very well cared for. Adorable.

Then the second sock followed. Abigail was now lying barefoot in front of me. Her bare feet excited me. Added to this was the sight of the two thin leather thongs dangling around Abigail's ankles. I happily unpacked the water ice (type: “Capri”, orange flavor) that I had taken out of the freezer in the kitchen.

I looked again at the sensitive soles of my feet that lay in front of me. The soft, light skin that lies between the heel and the ball of the foot, where you can really feel everything. I almost felt a little sorry for Abigail. It was going to be a tough test for her: “Watch out Abigail! I have a little ice cream here.

I'll put that on your feet right now. If the small wooden stick is still on your feet at the end, you have won. If not, you will overcome yourself and play a slave today who dutifully serves her master. OK.? It's just a game!".

Abigail rested her right cheek on the carpet, probably wondering what was happening to her. "What crazy ideas do you have?" she said quietly. She heard the paper crackle. Then I held the water ice about 2 cm over the curves of Abigail's bare soles.

I didn't touch the skin yet, aiming for the right spot first. Abigail was shaking with tension. She guessed that the ice must already be on her bare soles. I aimed.

Yes, it had to work that way. The ice was positioned so that the center piece hung between the two bare feet. In my opinion, the wooden stick was bound to fall to the ground sooner or later, but I wasn't entirely sure. I grabbed Abigail's bare feet again.

They were cold but still warm enough to melt the ice. But it would take a while. Then I put the ice off. Abigail cried out loudly.

“Aahhhhhhh! It's cold! You beast!” Abigail snarled. But after a moment she got over the shock. Abigail bit her lip, tensed her bound feet: "You'll see that I can do it," she said confidently. She tried to put the ice in a better position with her bare feet.

But it didn't work out right. It looked like she had resigned herself to the rules. Still, I wanted to be sure. "But if you lose, the conditions are right?" I asked again to be sure. Abigail understood what I wanted to hear from her.

She played along and nodded: "Of course! Then I play the slave for you and you can also call me that, but you can forget that now. It will remain a dream for you. Still, in an emergency, I'll keep my word. I think you're so funny, Joe.

I never thought you were that crazy. But I like crazy things.” She now concentrated on the ice. She must have terribly cold feet. I now had enough time to take a good look at my bound victim. The golden-yellow ice lay on the white soles of the feet, which because of the ankle cuffs lay so wonderfully next to each other.

I sat down on the floor next to Abigail's feet. It would take time. The ice slowly melted. The first drop broke off the ice and slowly ran down the curves of the bare soles of the feet to the ankle.

Abigail moaned, "Ohhhh, that might tickle! Those shit drops! It's almost unbearable!” Abigail still held still. She made an effort. One violent twitch from her and the slippery ice would slide off her feet. She knew that.

She had to concentrate. A few times it was close. The cold on the soles also increased by the minute. After 10 minutes the ice had shrunk significantly.

Again and again Abigail had groaned loudly when a drop found its way over the soles of her feet. It was a really nice tickle torture. But you didn't have to do anything yourself. It was tough for Abigail as she couldn't see when a new drop would break off the ice.

She was always surprised. I enjoyed watching Abigail fight the twitch at each drop. She could hardly move in her bonds. But the effort was evident in her features. There was a slippery film of grease all over the soles of my feet.

It was exciting. More and more drops ran down the soles of Abigail's feet as the ice thawed faster and faster. She struggled, concentrated, held her breath. But then she twitched too hard.

It had to happen. The little piece of ice started to slide. Abigail tried helplessly to prevent slipping with her bare, bound feet, but the ice slipped and slipped. "No, please don't fall off!" screamed Abigail and pressed her bare feet together as best she could.

But it happened anyway. The ice cream slid, then the popsicle stick rested on the towel beneath her feet. Abigail knew what that meant: “Shit!! I believe. You won.

I will play." I got up and stood up. With my right foot I stroked Abigail's bottom, which was barely covered by her panties and was a more than attractive sight. I looked down at Abigail: “Tell me what that means Abigail! I want to hear it out of your mouth.

You should say it yourself! I won - what does that mean?” I ordered to see if she kept her word. It took a moment. Then Abigail overcame her shyness to say it: "I'll be your slave this afternoon." That wasn't bad, I thought. I found it super exciting to hear this sentence from Abigail's mouth. Abigail certainly hadn't guessed that.

When she rode the bus to me, she surely hadn't thought in her dreams that a little later she would lie barefoot and tied up in front of me to tell me that she would be my slave for the afternoon. Because actually she wanted to seduce me. Why else had she taken off her jeans so quickly? "Are you actually aroused now?" asked Abigail, who was lying on the carpet in front of me in a t-shirt and panties. Because of the blindfold, she could not see my condition.

It was me, but I didn't answer. I knew what Abigail wanted. But I wouldn't free Abigail. Not even for "what" she had planned.

I just undid the connection between the ankle shackles and the handcuffs. Now Abigail would learn what the advantages of handcuffs are. They leave some room for maneuver. I took off my boxer shorts.

Legs apart I stood over the bound Abigail. Then I sat on her. Her body was trapped between my thighs-no. I sat on her back, just so that my best piece came to rest on her bound hands.

Now Abigail could do what she always wanted to do at the cuddle dance in the disco - fiddle around. I sat on her back and felt that Abigail only had to move her hands a tiny bit to reach my sensitive spot. "Come on! Slave, you can still move your hands a bit. Show that you like your master!” Abigail hesitated at first. She felt a bit uncomfortable.

Tied under me, lying on my stomach and handcuffed, should she touch me. She had wished she could do it, but she had imagined the situation differently. This commanding tone of mine confused her too. On the other hand, she felt how excited she was by the whole action.

She also wanted to see what would happen if she submitted to my orders. She wanted it too. She did. Slowly and carefully, Abigail moved her little fingers, first scratched me a little, then she really grabbed.

The two small hands trapped in the handcuffs began massaging me tenderly. I closed my eyes. The metal of the handcuffs could be heard banging against each other with the movements. Then I looked down at her feet, bound, smeared with ice.

Abigail was a great slave. I only let myself be pampered for a few minutes, then I got up.

Read the second part: Abigail - Part 2