WARNING! If you are not familiar with my Barefoot Pet Lion series, they are aimed at a very specific audience who enjoy the most extreme forms of foot/paw torture and humiliation. If you followed me for tickle torture stories, you will want to press the Back button on your browser now, as the following story contains strong themes of pain, torture and humiliation involving extreme paw fetishes, as well as potential for more sexual content in the future. My other stories are highly recommended if you enjoy more cute/playful torture! –----------------------- “PET DIARY 03/06 08:00am I am in big trouble. It has been snowing heavily here for the past week, and I had to go out today. I put on some shoes as I thought my feet would freeze otherwise, but my master saw me in them upon my return. He has warned me before about footwear, and I was stupid enough to defy his rules... ...He says that I will receive punishment upon waking up tomorrow morning. Considering how uncomfortable his 'games' have been, I don't think I want to know what his 'punishment' is.” –------------------------ Gav awoke in his bed, but he could not get up. His wrists had been tied to the bed frame with ropeh and he had been completely stripped, exposing his private areas. His ankles were suspended in the air with chains. Tight, rough chains that were already making his ankles sore as he struggled in them and caused them to loudly clatter. His big toes were tied snugly together with string, and his exposed feet were being stared at by his angry master. “So..before we begin, pet...would you like to explain why I saw you wearing shoes and socks yesterday?” The master said, very sternly, and whilst rubbing his palm along Gav's suspended soles. “I'm sorry, master...” Gav replied, trying not to show pleasure at the footrub, “But there was snow on the ground, and I couldn't handle being barefoot in it.” “You do not decide what you can handle, pet. You surrendered yourself to me, so you do as I and ONLY I say. I don't give a crap what you think you can't handle.” “I...I'm sorry...” Gav says, blushing, but he is interrupting. “Your apology doesn't sound genuine, pet...” The master talks as he holds two sets of tweezers, each with an ice cube being held in them. “You will be saying sorry for real towards the end of your torture, however...” The ice cubes were pressed into the centre of Gav's furry soles and stroked slowly up and down them. His toes curled in response at the cold teasing. “Aaahh...cold...” “Hehe, are you serious? This is just to make sure the bastinado will really sting...” Gav's heart began to race. If there is one type of foot play he dreaded, it was bastinado. Even just upon hearing the word, his trapped soles became 10 times more sensitive. All he could feel was the ice on his soles, even after the cubes were pulled away from his feet. Gav saw his master pick up a riding crop from a nearby table and started panicking. “Please, not that, sir! I can do anything, but it is too painful!” “I don't think you understand, pet. Your feet are suspended in chains, there is nothing you can do to protect your soles from my weapons. Even as you plead, your toes tease me by wiggling so sweetly...they need to be given a little discipline. So I will be torturing your feet in 5 different stages. Bastinado, Tickle Torture, Burning, Pricking and Barefoot Walking.” Before Gav can even reason with his master, the thin, plastic riding crop makes contact with his soles, causing him to moan loudly and clench his toes. “I think I'll give you extra torture just for being pathetic enough to plead with me.” He smacked the crop against the centre of his pet's left sole, then immediately on his right. “Aaarrgghh...fuck.” Gav moans in pain. “Swearing? I'm gonna beat your soles until they're raw just for that!” He continues to make strong smacks against Gav's bare soles with the crop, taunting him all the way. 'SMACK' “I bet your soles are getting so soft...” 'SMACK' “Squirming your toes just makes me whip them...” 'SMACK' “That hurting your precious little feet, huh?” Gav screamed louder and louder with each successive hit, clenching and splaying his toes involuntarily. The smooth plastic made his poor bare soles sting with each crack, and red welts were beginning to appear. The master dropped the crop after almost an hour of successive whipping, and picked up a pair of shoes from the corner of the room. Gav, still shaking from the pain in his paws, recognised them as the pair he had wore the day before. “That tiny little plastic riding crop made your pathetic feet and toes quiver like jelly...I bet you wish you had these warm, comfy shoes to protect your tender feet, hmm?” Gav did not respond, knowing that there was no answer his master would approve of. “Remember the first day, pet? When I watched from the car as you removed your shoes and socks for what should have been the last time? I got such a thrill from seeing those feet become exposed as you slipped your socks off...and that was the moment you surrendered yourself as a barefoot pet kitty. The fact your feet...MY playthings...have been wearing shoes is an insult to me...but shoes aren't always nice, you know!” The master immediately whipped Gav's soles again, with the hard soles of the shoes. It was the most painful bastinado Gav had ever experienced, and that was just one hit. As his tender bare feet were beaten and tortured by the hard shoes, Gav could only squirm wildly and shout in pain. “See...shoes are the enemy, pet. Your own footwear betraying you and beating your soft soles at their most vulnerable...” The bastinado torture carried on for what felt like all day to Gav, before his feet were allowed to quiver and rest, beaten and raw from the whipping. “That was Phase 1 of your punishment, kitty.” The master said, brandishing a long pink feather. “With soles as tender and sore as those, you will have never felt anything more overwhelming and humiliating than the tickle torture I am about to make your soles and toes suffer.” Gav simply whimpered, awaiting the tip of the feather to reach his bare feet...