The way she flexed her toes and tried to kick herself free as her ankles struggled had my imagination running wild. Oh, the things I would like to do with her feet. Dirty thoughts filled my mind, but they soon subsided as I realized that she was not into that sort of thing, or rather she didn't know if she was. She had never tried it. That's when the idea came into my head. She's tied to the bed, bound and gagged, at my mercy, and I can do whatever I please. If not now, when? I began kissing my way down her left leg, getting off the bed in the process, still fooling with the vibrator's remote. I stood at the foot of the bed, her feet in front of me, and I knew I had my chance. I bent down and slowly, gently, kissed the soft sole of her left foot. She did not notice. I did it again. This time there was a sound, but I could not tell if it was from my actions or the vibrations. Nonetheless, I kept at it, and with great eagerness, I ran my tongue along her sole, from her heel to the top of her big toe. She moaned loudly. At first, I thought it was because of me, but then I realized I left the vibrator on high. As her moans and groans became frequent and louder, I knew that she was approaching orgasm and was paying no notice to anything else around her. I decided to make the best of it, dropped the remote beside her, and knelt in front of her.