Satisfying Her Gypsy Sole (M/F)

[LordNelson]

Petra knew that what you want and what you can get are often two different things. Sometimes you have to compromise and settle for less. Such was the case of one of her long time fantasies. For many years she had wanted to know what it would feel like to have her feet imprisoned in a set of medieval stocks. There were more aspects to her dream, some of them exotic and some of them erotic, but stated at its very simplest she just wanted to be held captive by her ankles to see if it was as exciting as she imagined it.

Other than going to a grubby bondage club and having some old pervert drooling over her feet she knew there weren’t too many options. She was checking her email on the computer one evening when an idea occurred to her. She did an image search for “stocks feet”. For the next ten minutes she envied the people in the pictures she saw. Boys and girls, men and women all being held captive by various shapes and sizes of stocks. They were mostly holiday pictures of smiling vacationers who were on tour through the many tourist versions of ancient villages.

The only disappointing thing about what she saw was that most of the stocks were phony with holes too large to hold anyone prisoner. They were only capable of providing photo opportunities and not really able to offer any actual restraint; all except for one.

One photo showed a woman whose bare feet were being tickled by a man who was probably her husband. It was taken in the central square of a small village. Her ankles were well and truly trapped. The holes in the stocks were small and functional. At the one end a large wooden pin was inserted in a rough iron hasp. This woman was not getting out until someone let her out.

Petra searched further and found out that the picture was taken just outside of Oxford. To take advantage of the multitude of people who visit Oxford to see the medieval architecture a group of enterprising entrepreneurs had created a medieval village; which they christened Benihill. Many of the buildings were authentic from the period and had been restored while others were recreations. The residents of the village were all employed by the operation so they always dressed in period costume. Best of all each weekend they held a small medieval faire.

Petra checked her calendar against their schedule of events and found out that the best weekend for her to visit coincided with their annual Grand Faire. It was a weekend when they took their little local faire and upsized it. Artisans and musicians from across the country would be in attendance. Authentic foods, garments and crafts would be on sale. The entire village would be transformed back in time.

Not wanting to commute from Oxford Petra tried to reserve a room at the inn in the village but it was all booked. She found a nice looking bed and breakfast just outside of Oxford, near Benihill, and requested a room for two nights. It was a long trip and a big expense but she knew she had to do it. Those stocks had beckoned to her from the photo and she had to heed their call.

She knew that her time in them would be limited as others would be lined up wanting to have their photo taken too. The faire looked like it could be fun so there would be other things to do also. Besides; there were no laws against going more than once. She could go once each day; or maybe once in the morning and once in the afternoon? Or maybe she could go in the evening too? She might even just go straight to the back of the line each time and start again. Now she knew she was just being silly; once would be enough.

It was two months until the Grand Faire and in that time she did her research. If this was going to be the vacation of a life time she wanted to make the most of it. She studied the site until she knew it by heart. She was familiar with every aspect of the village. She browsed through countless holiday snaps that people had posted and read dozens of blogs, both positive and negative; trying to make sure that not a moment was wasted once she got there.

Her train schedule worked out almost perfectly. She would arrive early Friday evening and be able to attend the opening ceremonies. Saturday was a full day of festivities and then Sunday she would be able to spend half a day at the faire before catching the train home.

When the time came the journey was pleasant. The weather was perfect and she sat with half a dozen people who were also attending the faire for the first time. They each talked about what they were looking forward to and when it came to Petra's turn she said ‘the food.’ She wasn’t about to disclose to strangers the true nature of her quest and it seemed like a harmless answer. Little did she know that she had brought up a topic that sparked a lively conversation. Some planned to avoid the authentic foods as being too primitive while others were going to taste as many new dishes as they could. Fortunately Petra’s research had included the cuisine being offered and she was able to offer an informed opinion.

The bed and breakfast was lovely and the hosts were a smashing old couple with a synchronized sense of humour that comes with being married for many years. The opening ceremonies were held at the jousting grounds on the edge of the village only a twenty minute walk from her accommodations. Petra settled into her room, took a short nap (there was way too much talking on the train to get any sleep) and then she walked to the opening of the festivities.

She felt a little out of place as all of the locals and most of the attendees were in costume. Her budget hadn’t allowed for any clothing purchases but she was hoping to find something affordable tomorrow from one of the vendors in town.

The ceremonies went on until late and she returned directly back to her digs. Seeing the town would have to wait until morning.

The first of her new experiences came at daybreak when a rooster crowing woke her up. So much for sleeping in. The smell of a fresh pot of tea was all the incentive she needed to get an early start to the day. She dressed and went down to the kitchen.

The mixed aromas of a traditional breakfast were a treat to experience. Grilled salmon and smoked herring and trout dominated the air. Fresh cheeses and a variety of breads filled platters on the table. The kitchen was already busy as neighbours had been invited over in addition to the four guests. The only non-traditional offering was the tea which Petra was grateful for because the alternatives were ale and beer. She had a sampling of each food with a side dish of Sop in Wine (toast dipped in wine).

After eating her fill she made her way into town. The first thing on her agenda was a guided tour of the various shops. She was hoping to spot a suitable costume during the tour and the stocks would have to wait. She wanted to look the part when her picture was taken in them.

In the dress shop she found her dream outfit.

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For her feet was a pair of Gypsy sandals. They had crochet cords and intricate beadwork with thin leather soles.

Petra fell in love with the outfit but the shop keeper told her that it had already been spoken for. She had to settle for one of the cheaper rental dresses. The shop offered storage for her clothes and she would retrieve them when she returned the dress.

Now it was time to do what she had come for. She made her way to the centre of the square. There was a line as she had expected. Two men, Roger and Daniel, clad in medieval garb were efficiently putting people into the stocks, taking a picture and moving them on. Her time in the stocks was going to be very short but she was hoping that later in the day when the crowd thinned out that she may be able to negotiate a longer incarceration.

After she was released she stood off to the side watching the others. The look of longing was obvious on her face. It didn’t go unnoticed.

Nearby one of the locals was watching her. He could tell that she had an affinity for the stocks. He approached her from behind and introduced himself as Pierce.

She turned and was speechless. Standing not five feet from her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen.

He was just over six feet tall. He had short dark brown hair combed back. His blue eyes had a sparkle that suggested friendliness. He was in costume as a worker. He wore a brown leather sleeveless jerkin over a white shirt with long loose fitting sleeves. Baggy brown trousers were tucked into his black leather boots. Even with the loose fitting clothes she could tell that underneath was a trim muscular body.

He asked her ‘What brings you to Benihill?’

She was so stunned that she couldn’t even come up with a plausible lie so she told the truth. ‘I wanted to see the stocks.’ His response only added to her confusion. ‘So you’re a stocker are you?’ Her silence was a clue that she didn’t get his joke. He grinned and said ‘Stocker, don’t you see, like stalker. I’m sorry, it was bad joke. I tell bad jokes when I’m nervous.’ ‘Why would you be nervous?’ Petra asked. ‘I’m nervous because I have an awkward question to ask’ he replied.

Then he asked a question that made her smile. ‘Did you just want to see them or did you want to be put into them?’ Her reaction told him all he needed to know. ‘This afternoon we are staging an example of typical medieval life. One of the actors who was to participate is feeling ill and I need a replacement. Are you interested?’

Petra wanted to scream “yes, yes, yes!” at the suggestion that she would spend more time in the stocks but instead calmly asked ‘Why me?’

Pierce explained that she was the same size as the actor and he needed someone whom the costume would fit. She was to play the part of a Gypsy who had been caught stealing eggs. She would be put on public trial and punished in the stocks. Petra couldn’t believe her ears, it was a dream come true. Not wanting to appear too enthusiastic she asked ‘Can I think about it?’ He replied ‘There is no time, you need a makeover right now to play the part.’

It was then that Petra realized who the Gypsy skirt had been reserved for. She said ‘I’ll do it!’ so fast and loud that it startled Pierce. He told Petra the show started at one o’clock and he wanted to meet her at the café by twelve thirty. They would have a bite of lunch to discuss her part and then go to the museum for final preparations. He then took her to a woman named Judi who took charge of Petra’s transformation. Pierce went to look for Sean.

Sean was the “mayor” of Benihill. He was actually the manager of the operation and had to oversee all aspects of the faire. Pierce reported to him that he had found a replacement for the sick actor. Sean’s first reaction was to ask ‘Does she know about the stocks?’ Pierce answered ‘Yes.’ ‘Does she know how long she’ll be in them?’ ‘No.’

Sean said ‘Are you crazy? You didn’t tell her! When were you planning to let her know that she’s going to be locked up for four hours?’ ‘When you announce it at the trial is the first she is going to hear of it.’ ‘What if she freaks out?’ Sean said angrily ‘She could ruin the whole thing.’ ‘I’ll see to it she doesn’t make a fuss’ answered Pierce ‘just leave it to me.’

Judi led Petra around to the various shops to get her ready. Medieval make-up doesn’t involve much more than powdering the face to make it paler and then applying rouge to the cheeks to make them redder. That was followed by a period hairstyle which consisted of making skinny braids with hair from the front and using them to tie back the rest of her long dark hair. Then three long braided ribbons; red, white and gold; were tied around her forehead, the ends trailing down her back to her waist.

Then she went back to the dress shop. She left the shop feeling like a Gypsy queen in her new outfit.
The costuming took longer than expected. She was running late and missed Pierce at the café so she had to skip lunch and go straight to the museum. A nervous looking Pierce was relieved to see her when she entered.

He outlined the scenario for her. She would be led into the square for public display. Then she would be put on trial by the magistrate. Then she would be punished. He was very sparse on details for good reason. He was misleading her. There was more to it than what was said but he was afraid to forewarn her lest she refuse to participate. If he could have only looked into her head at that moment he would have known that she would have willingly endured all that was planned.

Lost in her fantasy she saw the throngs of people gathering around to view the prisoner as she was paraded on public display. She imagined the magistrate announcing to the crowd her crime of theft. They booed her for being so bold. They taunted her and mocked her as Pierce locked her into the stocks. The villagers threatened her and some went so far as to slap her on the soles of her feet.

‘Hello? Hello?’ She snapped back to reality. ‘Gone somewhere else were you?’ he asked. She blushed with embarrassment. ‘We need to get you ready’ he said ‘I hope you don’t mind wearing this?’ as he held up a sinister looking piece of apparatus.

It was a yoke; a medieval version of handcuffs that also locked around the captives neck. It looked rough and heavy and uncomfortable. Petra tried not to smile too hard at the thought of being locked up in it.

He laid the yoke across her shoulders, placed her hands in the holes and closed it. He then latched the hasp and snapped a small lock onto it. Petra was pleased. She tried to pull her hands out and it wasn’t possible. This was a real yoke and not just a tourist mock-up.

This was where Pierce now deviated from the original plan. From his pocket he took a long red silk scarf and he blindfolded her. Petra was a little surprised but also pleased. What he did next really surprised her but again she was pleased. He pinched her bottom. When she squealed in pain he stuffed a large black sponge ball into her mouth. If she hadn’t been blindfolded she would have been thrilled to see what was coming next.

Pierce knew that a modern looking gag would be out of place in a medieval skit so he had visited the stables to see if the blacksmith could fashion him something that looked a bit more suitable to the period. With a few slight modifications he fashioned a bit gag from a horses bridle. Pierce strapped it into place; the cold iron bit holding the ball deeply in her mouth.

‘Sorry about this’ he apologized ‘but you will understand soon. Just bear with me and I’ll make it up to you later. ‘Just one more thing’ he added ‘please kick off your sandals. I don’t know why but the script specifies that you are to be barefoot.’ Actually he did know why. There really was no script; he had a foot fetish and was looking forward to seeing her feet exposed in the stocks.

He guided her through the door and into the square. When they emerged heads began to turn. He paraded her along the square explaining to the gawkers that she was a Gypsy who had been arrested for theft.

Pierce finished his circuit around the square stopping in front of the courthouse. He pushed her to her knees facing the doors with her back to the crowd. Petra felt a surge of excitement knowing that the bare soles of her feet were exposed for all to see. Sean emerged in his magistrate’s robes and stood at the top of the stairs.

‘This Gypsy woman has been charged and convicted of theft. She has no money to pay her fine of £100. As her punishment she will be placed in the stocks for four hours. You may do with her as you please.’

Pierce expected an adverse reaction from Petra but none was forthcoming. She was thrilled and had she not been so effectively gagged she probably would have shouted with joy.

Pierce helped her to her feet and led her to the stocks. She sat on the bench and he lifted each foot into place. The stocks were closed and locked. Like the yoke the stocks were real. She could feel the smooth wood grasping her ankles. She tugged and there was no give. She was truly captive.

With Roger and Daniel helping Pierce removed the yoke and bound her hands behind her with iron shackles connected by a short chain. Then he went to untie her blindfold. Petra finally had to reveal her true self. When she felt him take hold of the knot she shook her head. He backed off for a moment and then tried again. She shook more vigorously this time.

‘You want me to leave it?’ he asked. She nodded her head yes. ‘And the gag?’ She nodded yes again. At first he didn’t understand but then he remembered what first drew him to her; her fascination for the stocks. It appeared that it wasn’t just the stocks she was interested in.

The lineup began immediately. Had they been real medieval villagers the abuse of her feet would have been horrendous but as it was most just tickled her feet. Petra was in heaven; bound in public with her feet exposed to strangers was a dream come true but beyond that was the thrill of being tickled in hundreds of different ways. Some had a gentle touch, others were rough. Some preferred her arches, some her toes. The best were the children who showed such joy, their tiny fingers dancing across her soles.

Some tickled just for a moment and moved on. To Petra it was obvious that some had a tickling fetish as they not only took longer but they had a real technique. He she not been gagged she would her shrieked with laughter. There were a few that didn’t tickle. Some were foot fetishists who caressed her heels or arches or toes; whatever their particular craving desired. A few others were sadists who were mercifully restrained by being in public; some slapped, some pinched but all were pleased when she twitched in pain.

Then there was Mr. Shuffle and Tap. Being blindfolded meant that she couldn’t see people approaching and on several occasions she was startled when hands touched her. She learned to listen for footsteps on the cobblestones. Even though dozens of people were milling around she learned to spot when someone was nearing.

Mr. Shuffle and Tap was, from what she could determine, and older man who dragged his feet and walked with a cane. When he came up to her he gave each foot a gentle slap with the back of his hand. A few minutes later Petra heard his distinctive gait returning. This time he slapped a bit harder. Daniel and Roger were positioned nearby to stop any excessive behavior but both were too busy flirting with the ladies to notice.

On his third visit he struck her soundly and simultaneously across both feet with his cane. She winced in pain. The pleasant warm feeling afterwards did not make up for the fact that he was taking liberties.

When he returned a fourth time Petra protested as best she could through the gag. Neither Daniel nor Roger heard her and those that did thought it was part of the show. When no one intervened she braced herself for the worst as each of his assaults had escalated from the last.

The sound of his cane dropping to the cobblestones was follow by her right foot being firmly gripped by two hands. He began kissing her toes. This finally drew the attention of her attendants and they chased him away.

Roger took a bottle of water and rinsed the old man’s saliva from her toes. The water was ice cold and she twitched as it splashed over her foot. He apologized. He then used his sleeve to dry her feet and carefully went between each toe doing a thorough job. Petra felt goose bumps spread over her body at his gentle contact. He was not as good looking as Pierce but he certainly was a close second and his caring touch was most welcome.

The four hours were over too soon and Petra was a bit sorry to see it end but she had laughed hard, even though it was silently, and her sides were beginning to ache. Daniel and Roger unlocked and opened the stocks freeing her ankles while Pierce unchained the shackles from her wrists. Then he removed the blindfold saving the gag for last. He braced himself for her wraith at not being told about the four hour duration of her captivity.

Her reaction was a surprise but not out of line once he considered her acceptance of what he had done to her. After giving her aching jaw a moment to recover she said ‘You could have told me; I would have understood.’

Unprepared for her calm response his well-rehearsed apology went unspoken. Kneeling in front of her he put her sandals back onto her feet.

Every woman watching this handsome man down on his knee, including Petra, thought of Prince Charming and the glass slipper. This version featured a handyman and a pair of Gypsy sandals but it was no less romantic.

He gathered up the shackles, the yoke and the gag and turned to return them to the museum. He had only taken a few steps when she called to him.

‘Stop right there!’ He froze; afraid to turn and face her; still feeling bad for what he had done. ‘I’m starving and you owe me a meal for my work so get rid of that stuff and get back here fast.’

They dined together and he asked her if she would like to repeat her performance for tomorrow’s crowd. She was so excited that she hugged him. She told him that because she had spent the afternoon in captivity she had missed the tour of the Grand Manor, a re-creation of a wealthy person’s home, which she had been looking forward to. She said she would have to do it first thing in the morning. He saved her the trouble by giving her a personal unauthorized tour after supper.

She got to see something that no other tourist had ever seen. The next morning, while Pierce slept, she watched the sun come up while shackled to the canopy bed of the master bed chamber. She wanted to wake him to watch it with her but that damn gag was just too good.

He released her just in time for them to get ready for the next show. She missed her train. She didn’t mind. She had somewhere to stay the night and there would be another train tomorrow.

[OldTUGger]

Nicely done!

[Deleted User 236]

Thank you. This may have been one of the first stories you wrote for me on the old site and it still sums me up quite well. I still look out for adverts saying "40 year old wemch wanted for mediaeval stock punishment" in English Heritage and National Trust Jobs. No luck so far.

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[gaggednbarefoot]

I love this story, the stocks, blindfold gag and her absolute submission to long term barefooted restraint. Love the illustration too.

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M girl in stocks pic to go with it

[LordNelson]

Thanks for all your nice comments. I apologize that in my haste to post it I forgot to include a picture that shows her outfit which is much easier than me trying to describe it. I have added it.

[LordNelson]

For those who want know what they look like here is the cast of supporting characters:

Pierce - Pierce Brosnan
Sean - Sean Connery
Judi - Judi Dench
Roger - Roger Moore
Daniel - Daniel Craig
Mr. Shuffle & Tap - Bernard Cribbins

And the main star of course is Petra. The girl in the gypsy dress is a look-alike, does anyone recognize her?