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"...and now for the real test. I hope you've been practicing young lady."

*snorts* "Ye-hehehe-es s-Sir! Hahaha..!" I respond, already breaking down chuckling at the foricble way socks are being stripped off.

"Good girl. You better not fuck this up, I gave you plenty of time to memorize everything." I hear threateningly as he works the toe tie into place. In my mind I'm rehearsing every sentence that was scribbled onto that piece of folded paper that was handed to me last night.

Dubbed "The Pledge" it was a very explicit, very specific way of describing to me ler just how I wanted to be tickled.

Despite not having written it, I did what was expected of me; memorizing every line for this precise moment. With jittery nerves and butterflies swaming in my stomach I waited for his queue and began reciting.

"Please Sir... As you understand, I have this terrible weakness for having my feet tickled, and it is my wish for you to take full and complete adva-HAHAhaha'ntage!"

The stiff prickle of a felt tip marker caught me completely off guard. Marking every word upon my foot, I had no choice but to endure while trying concentrate on speaking the next line.

"Through th'Haha-the use of strict bondage, HHah'and lack of a safeword, I eagerly ask for immense, hahaha, victious, merciless tinkle-tortur-HAHAHAHA..!!"

The realization that I had slipped up hadn't come until a brisk scrubbing brush was being raked aginst my foot. "Sweetie, I warned you not to screw this up. Now we have to clean you up and start again from the top..." Trying to rehearse in my head proved fruitless while having my feet cleaned.

Thats it, no more tongue slips. Focus.

"Please Sir, as you understand..."

"...S'haha'atisfying your Ler mood is my top priorit-hehehe-y..! All pleads to stop should be igno'hoha'HAHAHAHA!! No, NoOOo!! WAIT hahahaha!!" The loss of words being washed away crippled me more than having them inked in. Not only from a tickling standpoint, but also mentality by having to frustratingly recompose myself and start from the begining.

I did my best to clearly speak each line, but with each failed attempt my ability to formulate and execute clear sentences dwindled. "Its pleas not pleads Chuckle Slut. Are you sure you're not messing things up on purpose? Lets try this again, 3rd times the charm..."

The third time came and went after forgetting the next word. The fourth and fifth attempts ended the same way. Upon being allowed a moment to think and recite in my head, I was regularly interrupted by a soft kiss of a feather with the excuse of "Oops, missed a few drops. Let me wipe this up." being whispered by my feet.

Accepting that there was no way I was going to be allowed to make any progress without distraction, I hoaned in and begin to recite the entire pledge expecting scribles and pokes, all along the way.

"...I encourage and accept the use of sharp nails, teeth, fingertips, tongue, and all other various kinds of tickle tools..."

"...I open myself to a limitless amount of orgasms, forced or natural, to increase my overall sensitivity for your tickling pleasure..."

"...and I shall willingly subject my body to any kind of ticklish abuse, by your command, for as long as we both shall live."

Gritting my teeth through the last few words being written on the very bottoms of my heel, I feel a sense of victory and relief having finally said it all.

"Very good girl! It was so adorable of you watching you pledge yourself to me like that after making SO many little mistakes. But since you remained so determined, and asked me so nicley, I will graciously accept these terms. Which I will of course abide by starting... NOW!"

The dance of crisp fingernails scattering along my feet force me to lurch forward in the heavy, locked stocks. I struggle in my seat, however the prospect of freedom is now even further away than from when we first began.

Trapped, blinded, and cackling helplessly in the consequences of my predicament, I was lost on any and all other things to say. Well, all except three words...

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The Complete Guide to Becoming the Perfect Submissive Housewife, Section 1: Roles & Responsibilities, Sub Section E:

~ Bettering Yourself ~

As the old saying goes "A woman's work is never done!", well what exactly happens when all of the work.. is.. done..? Hm. Well, if you happen to find yourself in such a predicament, one of two things has happened. 1. You've forgotten something, and its best you remember it before you fall behind. Or, 2. You've actually managed to complete your daily tasks in a timely and efficent manner.

Finding yourself with nothing on your To-Do list is a rare occurence, but finding yourself here is tangile proof that you are managing your time and responsibilities to your best ability; a notable sign of progress. But what are you to make of this newly found "free time"? Through out this section are a number of acceptable acitivites one can do. Activities that are quiet, beneficial, healthy, and resourceful, all with a similar goal in mind; Bettering yourself.

Reading - The simpliest way to seek self improvment and stay quiet is by reading. Choose a subject you may be lacking in, and find some approved source material to study in your spare time. This could very easily be subjects like cooking, housework & cleaning tips, homemaking; skillsets that you could be improving instead of mindlessly thumbing through pages of Gossip magazine. One popular suggestion would be to learn tips on how to give proper massages, so that you can exercise your learnings on Domestic Superiors, in turn making both of your lives happier.

Reading material must be in physical format. A proper Housewife would never be caught reading from a phone or tablet that would give off the impression of laziness. They have these wonderful inventions called "books" where there is plenty of source material for your reading and referencing. Can't find a book on the subject matter you're looking for? Try a library. Unable to leave the house? Use a Dictionary. Try and learn new words that are still simple and easy to understand. For religious households, study the Bible.

Sewing - Every Housewife should know how to sew. Period. It's an tremendously resourceful skillset that will help you mend and repair tears and rips in your Domestic Superior's clothing, as well as yours. Not only this, but blankets, curtains, aprons, and anything else made of fabric may now be mended if there is a tear or hole.

Better yet, expert seamstresses can custom tailor clothing to the size of anyone. Imagine having that capability at your finger tips to make your Superior's clothing, and yours, that much more fitted and improved. Furthermore, being able to sew yourself a dress from scratch is a true sign of a skilled housewife, with matching oven mits and all!

Knitting - Next to sewing, knitting is similar resourceful tool for making socks, scarfs, hats, blankets, and anything that you can put your mind to really. Replace needle and thread for yarn and crochet hooks and you have yourself a project that can keep you busily entertained for weeks to come!

Needle Point - Though a bit old fashioned, needle point is a secondary example of how to sprucen up a plain pillow case or an empty hallway with a homemade "Bless this Home" tapistry. Lengthy, silent activities are encouraged to keep your mind and hands busy when other housework or a Domestic Superior is unable to, all while providing something that will expand your skillset as a Housewife. Additionally, quiet activities will assure that you will never be disturbing a Domestic Superior, if present, with unwanted noise, as well as be able to put down quickly if you are told to do something else.

Working Out - Well now, did you naively expect that the amount of demanding physical activity from housework would be sufficent enough for the amount of exercise one should be doing daily? No. You should constantly be thinking about "How can I get a thinner waistline?" as you carve time for your day to do crunches, sit ups, arobics.

This is NOT a guide for working out, simply a reminder that it is necessary TO be working out, and frequently. Body image plays into your Appearances, and just because you did not read about it in that section does not mean physical exercise is not important to keeping an attractive body. Not to mention the loads of health benefits that come along with it.

Natural Talents - Some of us are more gifted than others, and its a natural fact of life. Those ambitious to become Perfect Submissive Housewifes whom also possess natural talents with the Arts, Literature, Music, Singing, etc. may request to pursue to continue bettering themselves and practicing natural talents with granted permission from their Domestic Lead.

Persuit of such talents can take valuable time and resources away from true mission of becomming the Perfect Submissive Housewife, which is why practicing must come with expressed permission. Ultimately, they will know if you are capable of balancing expression of natural talents along with the rest of your responsibilities and obedience. Furthermore, why practice piano or singing if no one wants you to speak? Why waste materials painting if the final product isn't to be displayed with dignity? It is a privledge to pratice to practice natural talents in your spare time; not a right.

Sitting Quietly - Of course there is always the default option for those that are a complete waste of talent, incapable of learning new skills, and basically are just of set of hands to do cooking, cleaning, and pampering that any simpleton can perform; which that would be to sit quietly. It is acceptable to sit quietly for a reasonable amount of time, the shorter the better. Having a brisk cup of tea is as close as one can get to having a "break". But dont just sit there like a lark.

Being caught like you are sitting and doing nothing for too long, and someone will find something to do for you instead. Really this practice should only be done when there is company, and you are expected to be present and ready to provide as needed. The primary lesson here that free time is an opportunity to better yourself. A chance to be a better Housewife than you were 5 minutes ago, and it can be done efficiently and quietly without disturbances.

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"So... I kinda saw on your dating profile that you 'like to make girls laugh' with a little winking emoji next to it. Does that really mean what I think it does? ... Yeah!? I thought so, and I was selfishly hoping you'd notice these nylons I've been wearing. They make my feet extra sensitive, wanna see?"

His eyes lit up as he seemed to know exactly what I was talking about. Removing my heel, I held out my leg for him to hold me by the ankle. Already giggling, I found it hard to keep still as his fingers grazed the sole of my right foot. I had been sweating so much in these nylons this evening that they had clung to me like an extra layer of very sensitive skin.

"Wow! You werent kidding, but if you're going to keep jostling around like that I might have tie you down to keep still."

"Could you?!" The words left my mouth eagerly and quickly and the mere suggestion. I didn't falter when he presented me with the bundles of rope, and let him put me in a tight hogtie on the bed. The build up of nerves and excitement heightened with each knot, but skyrocketed when he dawned the mask.

"Oh my God, that thing is so creepy!" I wasn't kidding, it really was! The soulless expression looked back at me, as if taunting. Retorting a "Nahh, I think you like it" as he lifted off my heels and began scribbling.

Being so jumpy and sensitive, I was soon a cackling mess as his hands held unrestricted access to the soles of my feet and unprotected sides. "Ahh! *Snort* Hahahaha.. FUCK! Hahahaha..!!" I cussed at my own noises and torment while he got to play. It was a rush being under such distress.

Just as riveting as the tickles were his teases. "Someone's really enjoying herself, eh? You're so bad at hiding it. If you only asked for this kind of attention before hand I could have saved a few bucks on dinner. Not to mention time. We'd be on, what, hour 4..? 5.. Right now?"

The mentioning of the word hours seemed momentous I was starting to feel myself crumble in a matter of minutes. Teasing or not, the prospect seemed both intimidating yet wonderful in some odd way. Breathing between a short break from soles and sides tickle attacks, I see this loud rounded scrubber brush being dangled in my face. "Ever play with one of these?"

The sensation firm bristles against thin nylons is so incredibly fierce that it's unfair. Undeniably ticklish, yet I endured. "HahahaHAHAHA!! SHIT-T!! HAHAHAhahaha..!!" An enormous amount of struggling and strong language erupted with a chorus of laughter as the brush had it's way with me. "What? You WANTED this remember? Fight all you want but I haven't heard the word 'Stop' once."

"Hahahaha, StoOOoOOopp!!" I wailed, but he only dropped the brush and tickled me hard, no matter how much I screamed. "You sure make a lot of noise for such a tiny little girl~" He teased, finally stopping after a bit. Stepping away, he comes back dangling a black strap with a bright red ball in the center of it, tossing it next to my head.

"Swapping for this from the mask?" I tease, being a bit sassy. "Ooohh, now you're really in for it with that remark!"

Pushing hus buttons may not have been the smartest move, but I was enjoying myself, as was he. He stood at the corner of the bed for a moment, taking in his date; where talking about music and favorite movies over wine transitioned into this. Yet the temptation to tickled my tied feet must have been too big to resist, as sputtered laughter and jarbled swearing spitted out from the sides of the gag.

"Pfft- Hahhahhahhahh!! Fwuck! Shwet!! Hahhahhahhahh!!" My body rocked and twisted kn the best as I failed to formulate any clear words, or defend myself from the ticklish onslaught for that matter. My lips flapped against the ballgag the harder he made me laugh. "Don't you dare drool on my bed. If you do, I'll have to keep you here all night."

The threat made butterflies swarm in my stomach. I desperately tried to suck in and swallow a mess of saliva as I suffered the the tickling. Alas I succumbed to a string of drool escaping my mouth and landing on the sheets, just in time for him to see.

"Oh dear. *Tsk Tsk Tsk* What do we have here? You just bought yourself another round with Mr. Brush. Not to worry, you can clean up that mess tomorrow after you cook me breakfast. Until then, you can make as big as a puddle that you want. Okay?"

The way the broom handle laid snug beneath my knees and pulled up towards me by my arms was surprisingly more effective than I nievely thought possible. Laying on my back as Sir bound and gagged me, I soon learned why he chose to tie me like this with my feet bare and my dress pulled up.

"All this ropework and you can't lay fucking still?" Sir growled furiously after a few whacks as he went back for another yard of thin red rope. I tried to protest, however the collection of socks sealed in behind my lips muffled every word and plea.

I was still jumpy as Sir threaded the rope between my toes. He used the excess to knot them back to my bound ankles. "Twitchy today aren't we? You little Slut. Since you REFUSE to keep still, the rope will just have to do it for you." Whimpering softly, I waited there helplessly like a bundled hog.

"Learning your lesson?" Sir teased as the crop rained down on both my arches and ass cheeks. "Brat." The leather stung as it clapped against my skin, striking with lightning like speed and randomness. The broomstick, awkward and uncomfortable, kept me from tipping or rolling as I wept and grunted from the coming blows.

"Oooh, is this what you wanted? Nuh-uh-uh!" An unexpected torrent of tickly scratches raked against my sensitive feet. I shot back and giggled as even my ass and thighs weren't safe from such touches. But the crop reined supreme, sneaking in slaps as it eventually took back over. "Yeah, you like acting out for my attention? How's that working out for you?"

I was breathing heavy and lightly sobbing as Sir was finished pelting me. "Shut up.." he said in an annoyed tone. I gazed up at him, but he hadn't even looked back as he exited the storeroom and locked the door shut.

I eventually was able to sit up, grateful to rub my stinging feet on the blanket for some slight relief.