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+Was the way to her bedroom always this long? Did it take so much time that it felt the clock had stopped? Berī Softly had these and other questions popping on her mind. When will she arrive to her destination? Will the hand covering her green eyes leave by then? Will ‘Dragon Ball Super’ return in the future? When was the fifth season of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ coming out? Would ‘Suzumiya Haruhi’ get animated again? What was the meaning behind ‘Devilman Crybaby’ ending? Many and logical questions to trouble a perfectly fine person, law-abiding and a respectable member of society. At least if that individual was an avid anime and manga consumer, or otaku for short. That is the usual definition, but Berī liked to go even further beyond, she was a weeabo and proud of it!
“This tension is killing me. Can I open my eyes already? I feel like I’m about to bump into something…” Complained in a low voice shy Berī.
“Just a little more.” Replied Night Star’s reassuring voice. A beacon of calmness in that dark sea of instability she sailed. “And no, you can’t open your eyes. It would spoil the surprise. It has to be a reveal!”
Unfortunately Berī did not share her partner’s enthusiasm. She was a passionate girl when hit on the right switch, but when dealing with relationships? That was a different thing. Perhaps her insecurity had cost her the chance of long-time relationships. Whatever was the reason it was best not to give much thought and enjoy the moment.
As soon as Night’s eccentricities were pleased, that is. Her sneaker-clad feet took her with insecure steps little by little to her uncertain goal.
“Are we there yet?” She asked nervously.
“Just a bit more. We are almost there.” Calmly replied the boy Berī would not mind spending most of her life with.
“I swear if it’s another console…” Grumbled the redhead.
“You would probably take it grab it all for yourself and play till the end of time.” Commented Nigh.
“That’s not true!” Complained the blindfolded girl.
“Yeah? Who has more achievements in the last ‘Monster Hunter’? Who’s better placed at the global leader board in every ‘BlazBlue’ game we have? Not me, although not for lack of trying.” Retorted the boy.
“That’s…” Berī felt silent, she had stood corrected and there was no rebuttal she could make.
However, that argument would have to wait. Simultaneously, a blast of blinding light and Night’s excited voice startled her.
“Voilá! Here’s the surprise! What do you think?” The tanned purple-haired boy’s face appeared in Berī’s field of vision beaming with delight.
But for the girl’s green eyes that beloved face lacked of importance, they were locked on and object placed over the purple sheets of the bed the couple shared.
She became speechless upon the sight she faced.
“Aren’t they cool?” Asked an anxious Night. Unfortunately, Berī’s lip quivered with uncertainty.
“Are those…What I think they are?” She asked in a complete lack of security.
“Yup!” Nodded the boy vigorously.
“Where did you get them?” Asked the girl, her face was a painting of confusion.
“I bought them online. I got a nice deal.” Stated Nigh stroking his chin pleased with a story probably concerning haggling that was out of the case. “But they haven’t been tested yet. What do you say?”
Berī blinked, for the first time since she set foot in the bedroom, her green eyes met with Night’s sapphires.
“About what?” Asked a baffled redhead.
“Giving them a try, of course.” Explained the boy seating at the bed’s end. “Just come over, get comfortable and I’ll do the rest.”
Again, Berī’s eyelids worked faster than usual, closing and opening in a flash.
“Eh…but…I…What for?” Asked the girl absentmindedly playing with the cords on her hood. This lack of eagerness caused an eyebrow on the boy to rise.
“What could a piece of stocks be used for? To hold your ankles in place while I tickle your feet of course!” Berī’s pulse accelerated upon listening to the nonchalant way he said those words.
She looked at the wooden artefact, at the hinges holding the two boards it consisted of, at the symmetric holes surrounded with soft padding material and she lay her eyes over the open lock that once closed would ensure whoever filled said overtures with their ankles would not go anywhere. She imagined with certain apprehension her feet sticking out the device, immobilised and rendered defenceless for any perils to fall upon them. A strange tingle overcame her feminine body, from the tip of her toes to the red hair on top of her head.
“What’s wrong?” Asked Night who was showing concern for his girlfriend’s hesitation. “Don’t you like being tickled?” He smiled deviously. “Don’t just play innocent with me. When we are chilling on the couch, watching anime, somehow your feet appear on my lap, and your shoes are usually mysteriously gone.”
Berī gulped hard. Night’s words were not untrue. She did enjoy the jolt of ecstasy that came from the electric touch of Night’s fingertips venturing across her sensitive skin. However…
“Isn’t this going a bit too far?” Asked the girl fidgeting with her indexes.
“It’d be just like our RP sessions.” Replied the boy enthusiastically. “But this time it’d be real! I remember things went pretty intense when we enacted that scene with Lucy and the goat from ‘Fairy Tail’…” He gasped. “Oh, I get it! You want me to get one?”
“One what?” Asked at dumb folded Berī.
“One goat.” Replied Night stoically.
“What do we want a goat?” The more the conversation went the more Berī tilted her head adorably to show her confusion.
“To tickle your feet by licking them, while we try these bad boys.” He seriously said while tapping the top of the stocks with his fingernails, alternatively. The sound that motion emitted reminded Berī of a galloping horse.
“What? No! I want no goat doing that me! I can happen to Lucy, Erza or anybody else but me. I’d die out of laughter and…” She paused, her cheeks turned red at the boy’s naughty face. “…I get it, you are pulling my leg aren’t you?”
“Pretty much.” Replied Night. “You get so cute when you are flustered. But why don’t you come here already so I can pull not your leg but those nice socks of yours?”
“I’m not sure…” Replied the girl. “One thing is to playfully tease you on the couch, and RPs are just fantasies, but this… it might get a bit intense…”
Night stood up, approached Berī and planted the warm palms on his hand over her lean shoulders.
“Hey, don’t worry. It’s me who’d be tickling you. I just want to hear your cute laughs and play with you as you squirm. Don’t you trust me?” Asked the boy in a calming tone.
“Yeah…” Said back Berī softly, not her surname, figuratively speaking.
“Then let’s get this show started. It’ll be fun. And once it’s over you’ll feel relaxed and relieved. That’s why the stocks are for, so you can’t put your lovely feet away from me.” Complimented the purple-haired boy.
“Do you like my feet that much?” Asked Berī looking downwards.
“I love them, because they belong to you.” Replied the boy in a way it would have made a Latin lover pale with jealously.
“Stop it you…” Said Berī back averting her eyes from him. Nonetheless, her body had relaxed and without realising she had accepted his hand which steadily lead her to the bed and the stocks that would rob her from her freedom.+
+Was the way to her bedroom always this long? Did it take so much time that it felt the clock had stopped? Berī Softly had these and other questions popping on her mind. When will she arrive to her destination? Will the hand covering her green eyes leave by then? Will ‘Dragon Ball Super’ return in the future? When was the fifth season of ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ coming out? Would ‘Suzumiya Haruhi’ get animated again? What was the meaning behind ‘Devilman Crybaby’ ending? Many and logical questions to trouble a perfectly fine person, law-abiding and a respectable member of society. At least if that individual was an avid anime and manga consumer, or otaku for short. That is the usual definition, but Berī liked to go even further beyond, she was a weeabo and proud of it!
“This tension is killing me. Can I open my eyes already? I feel like I’m about to bump into something…” Complained in a low voice shy Berī.
“Just a little more.” Replied Night Star’s reassuring voice. A beacon of calmness in that dark sea of instability she sailed. “And no, you can’t open your eyes. It would spoil the surprise. It has to be a reveal!”
Unfortunately Berī did not share her partner’s enthusiasm. She was a passionate girl when hit on the right switch, but when dealing with relationships? That was a different thing. Perhaps her insecurity had cost her the chance of long-time relationships. Whatever was the reason it was best not to give much thought and enjoy the moment.
As soon as Night’s eccentricities were pleased, that is. Her sneaker-clad feet took her with insecure steps little by little to her uncertain goal.
“Are we there yet?” She asked nervously.
“Just a bit more. We are almost there.” Calmly replied the boy Berī would not mind spending most of her life with.
“I swear if it’s another console…” Grumbled the redhead.
“You would probably take it grab it all for yourself and play till the end of time.” Commented Nigh.
“That’s not true!” Complained the blindfolded girl.
“Yeah? Who has more achievements in the last ‘Monster Hunter’? Who’s better placed at the global leader board in every ‘BlazBlue’ game we have? Not me, although not for lack of trying.” Retorted the boy.
“That’s…” Berī felt silent, she had stood corrected and there was no rebuttal she could make.
However, that argument would have to wait. Simultaneously, a blast of blinding light and Night’s excited voice startled her.
“Voilá! Here’s the surprise! What do you think?” The tanned purple-haired boy’s face appeared in Berī’s field of vision beaming with delight.
But for the girl’s green eyes that beloved face lacked of importance, they were locked on and object placed over the purple sheets of the bed the couple shared.
She became speechless upon the sight she faced.
“Aren’t they cool?” Asked an anxious Night. Unfortunately, Berī’s lip quivered with uncertainty.
“Are those…What I think they are?” She asked in a complete lack of security.
“Yup!” Nodded the boy vigorously.
“Where did you get them?” Asked the girl, her face was a painting of confusion.
“I bought them online. I got a nice deal.” Stated Nigh stroking his chin pleased with a story probably concerning haggling that was out of the case. “But they haven’t been tested yet. What do you say?”
Berī blinked, for the first time since she set foot in the bedroom, her green eyes met with Night’s sapphires.
“About what?” Asked a baffled redhead.
“Giving them a try, of course.” Explained the boy seating at the bed’s end. “Just come over, get comfortable and I’ll do the rest.”
Again, Berī’s eyelids worked faster than usual, closing and opening in a flash.
“Eh…but…I…What for?” Asked the girl absentmindedly playing with the cords on her hood. This lack of eagerness caused an eyebrow on the boy to rise.
“What could a piece of stocks be used for? To hold your ankles in place while I tickle your feet of course!” Berī’s pulse accelerated upon listening to the nonchalant way he said those words.
She looked at the wooden artefact, at the hinges holding the two boards it consisted of, at the symmetric holes surrounded with soft padding material and she lay her eyes over the open lock that once closed would ensure whoever filled said overtures with their ankles would not go anywhere. She imagined with certain apprehension her feet sticking out the device, immobilised and rendered defenceless for any perils to fall upon them. A strange tingle overcame her feminine body, from the tip of her toes to the red hair on top of her head.
“What’s wrong?” Asked Night who was showing concern for his girlfriend’s hesitation. “Don’t you like being tickled?” He smiled deviously. “Don’t just play innocent with me. When we are chilling on the couch, watching anime, somehow your feet appear on my lap, and your shoes are usually mysteriously gone.”
Berī gulped hard. Night’s words were not untrue. She did enjoy the jolt of ecstasy that came from the electric touch of Night’s fingertips venturing across her sensitive skin. However…
“Isn’t this going a bit too far?” Asked the girl fidgeting with her indexes.
“It’d be just like our RP sessions.” Replied the boy enthusiastically. “But this time it’d be real! I remember things went pretty intense when we enacted that scene with Lucy and the goat from ‘Fairy Tail’…” He gasped. “Oh, I get it! You want me to get one?”
“One what?” Asked at dumb folded Berī.
“One goat.” Replied Night stoically.
“What do we want a goat?” The more the conversation went the more Berī tilted her head adorably to show her confusion.
“To tickle your feet by licking them, while we try these bad boys.” He seriously said while tapping the top of the stocks with his fingernails, alternatively. The sound that motion emitted reminded Berī of a galloping horse.
“What? No! I want no goat doing that me! I can happen to Lucy, Erza or anybody else but me. I’d die out of laughter and…” She paused, her cheeks turned red at the boy’s naughty face. “…I get it, you are pulling my leg aren’t you?”
“Pretty much.” Replied Night. “You get so cute when you are flustered. But why don’t you come here already so I can pull not your leg but those nice socks of yours?”
“I’m not sure…” Replied the girl. “One thing is to playfully tease you on the couch, and RPs are just fantasies, but this… it might get a bit intense…”
Night stood up, approached Berī and planted the warm palms on his hand over her lean shoulders.
“Hey, don’t worry. It’s me who’d be tickling you. I just want to hear your cute laughs and play with you as you squirm. Don’t you trust me?” Asked the boy in a calming tone.
“Yeah…” Said back Berī softly, not her surname, figuratively speaking.
“Then let’s get this show started. It’ll be fun. And once it’s over you’ll feel relaxed and relieved. That’s why the stocks are for, so you can’t put your lovely feet away from me.” Complimented the purple-haired boy.
“Do you like my feet that much?” Asked Berī looking downwards.
“I love them, because they belong to you.” Replied the boy in a way it would have made a Latin lover pale with jealously.
“Stop it you…” Said Berī back averting her eyes from him. Nonetheless, her body had relaxed and without realising she had accepted his hand which steadily lead her to the bed and the stocks that would rob her from her freedom.+
In a matter of minutes, Berī found herself seated comfortably over the bed. Her upper-body rested over the pillow and her legs were slightly bent due to the stocks proximity. There, her petite feet tantalisingly stuck out the wholes that firmly held her ankles. Try as she might, her nude feet would not go away. It gave her mixed feelings of anticipation, excitement and dread.
“Why are my shoes over the bed?” Asked an intrigued bound girl.
“Just a psychological factor.” Explained Night holding delicately her slim right wrist. “Seeing them near you as I tickle your feet will increase your sensitivity, because you’ll know they are around, but they can’t protect your soles anymore while tickled.” Berī held a goose bump when she heard a click; Night had put a handcuff that attached her arm to one of the bed’s legs. “The same with the socks.” Without further ado, he repeated the procedure with the remaining wrist. In no time, Berī felt trapped, without any hope of scope.
“That sounds so scary…” Complained the restrained girl. “I think I’m starting to have second doubts.”
“Let’s make a game out of this!” Suddenly said the boy humping at the bed’s end, were those wonder were prepared for him to tease. “I’ll start gently and increase the intensity little by little. If you think you can’t handle anymore just say the safe word and I’ll stop.”
“The safe word. What safe word?” Asked Berī who was surprised to find she was getting interested in the challenge.
“Bankai! How about it? Does it sound nice?” Berī nodded. “Good. Remember; say that when you can’t take no more and I’ll give you a rest. However…”
“However?” Berī was not sure she liked that pause.
“Endure this session without saying it and you win the game. The prize’ll be… Let me think…” As he stroked his chin, pensively, darting fingers gently grazed the girl’s soft soles, causing a surprised yelp out of her.
“Hey, who said you could start?!” Yelled a surprised captive.
“If you win… we’ll binge-watch any anime you say while I massage your feet all the while.” He smiled broadly. “Deal?”
“It sounds so hard…” Replied Berī puffing from the sudden assault at her feet, they were quivering despite the fact the skin had only been touched for less than a second. “I don’t think I can handle…”
“Ok, if you give up, I’ll massage your feet while we do a marathon of an anime of my choice.” Suggested the boy.
“Why do I get a massage in both scenarios?” Asked a suspicious Berī.
“Because something tells me you’ll need it while I’m done tickling these two!” He menacingly wriggled his fingers in the air, dangerously close to Berī imprisoned feet. She gritted her teeth in anticipation.
“But let’s go little by little. I’ll start with some feathers…” Berī emitted a shocked yap; the aforementioned tools of teasing were taken from her own wings. Two pink fluffy feathers floated in the air surrounded by a glowing blue aura. “…and then I’ll pick some other tools.”
“Which other tohohoho…? Ihihihi, no faihihihir I wasn’t prepared for thishihihis. Ohohohow, stop it! I can’t take thishihsis!” Berī burst in adorable squeaks as soon as her tempting soles were kissed by the soft touch from the feathers.
“Aww. Begging already? You are so cute when you get tickled!” Commented Night directing the feathers as if he was in charge of an orchestra and the later were his instruments. “And look at how your feet go. They are dancing the most beautiful dance!”
Berī had no witty answer for her boyfriend. Those feathers were enough to rob her of any self-control. They teasingly caressed her feet and ruled over her body, making in twist and turn hopelessly while attempting to put some distance between them and the over-sensitive skin. Her pulse rose, her tummy quivered and her forehead was starting to be filled with perspiration.
And in spite of this, she loved every second of it. The chance to let herself go, the knowledge she was making Night happy, the sensations that overcame her, the curiosity of knowing how far the two of them could go and, above else, the chance of her exchanging places with the boy who had a satisfied smile on his face as he saw the effect his directions over the feathers caused on her. However, that would be a thought for later. Currently, she had to focus her attention and energies in winning the bet. Lately she had been thinking of indulging in nostalgia and watch ‘Slayers’ once more. And the prospect of doing so while having her poor feet pampered was a most appealing one.