The Unpredictable Thread of Fate

Knots in Seedling (3)

Still clearly riding the high of her previous escape, the little girl readily agreed. "Alright, I'll show you. But after you've seen it, you have to untie me. We need to go eat and get to class."

"Deal," I said. I casually took the black pantyhose from around her neck, helped her sit back on the bed, picked up the shoelaces she had discarded after freeing herself, and tied her feet together again.

I knew that her ability to untie the ropes on her feet in a hogtied position stemmed from two things: her remarkable flexibility, allowing her hands to easily reach and even grab her ankles behind her back, and the fact that when I tied her feet yesterday, she was lying down, and without much thought, I had left the knot at the back, above her heels.

If I tied the knot in the front, above her instep, no matter how flexible she was, there was no way she could reach it from behind with her hands tied. So this time, while it looked like I was tying her the same way, I deliberately placed the knot in the front.

Oblivious to my trickery, the little girl waited until I was done, then flipped over onto her stomach on the bed, lifted her feet, and said to me, "Watch this." I reached out and held her ankles. "Wait," I said. "Let's make a bet. If you untie yourself, then what? And if you can't?"

The little girl frowned. "No way! You'll definitely mess with me and not let me untie myself."

"Interfering means I lose," I countered. "How about this: if you win, I'll grant you any request, anything at all. If you lose, you just let me keep you tied up for another half hour. I really love your little feet and want to touch them and play with them, okay?"

The little girl's face flushed crimson. "Didn't you already touch them? What's so fun about feet?" she mumbled.

"But I agree. I'm definitely going to succeed, and you can't refuse anything I ask for!" I readily agreed.

"No problem!" The little girl looked confident.

"Alright, don't regret this! How about this? Since you look so pitiful, even if I break free, I'll let you play with them for a little while. But you can only touch my feet. I can't untie my hands to stop you, so you can't take advantage of me."

I chuckled. "No problem, I won't do anything excessive. I would have already."

The little girl huffed. "You wouldn't dare! I'm starting now, don't you regret this."

I silently watched her walk right into my carefully laid trap, a smile playing on my lips. The little girl arched her back and easily reached her feet with her bound hands. But as she searched around, she realized she couldn't find the knot this time.

"Huh? Where's the knot?" "Waaah, you're cheating! You tied it differently this time! That doesn't count!"

The little girl finally realized the problem. I chuckled. "You lost, you know!"

"Waaah! No fair! You're cheating!" Vivian kicked her tied feet back and forth in protest.

I held down her legs and, using the black stockings that had been around her neck, tied her hands and feet together, forming a neat, simple hogtie. "A bet's a bet. Half an hour starts now. Hmm, it's seven-thirty, so I'll untie you at exactly eight."

The little girl seemed surprised by the hogtie method. She struggled a few times, realizing she was completely immobilized.

"Aaaah! You bad guy! How can you tie someone up like this? I can't move at all!"

I chuckled. "Just half an hour. Be good!"

Still indignant, she protested, "Waaah, you tricked me!"

I smiled. "Well, you did promise to let me play with your feet for a bit. And I won't do anything excessive. Don't be upset. I'll still grant you one request, but you can't mess with me."

Struggling to lift her head, the little girl blinked her large eyes at me. "Really? You can't go back on your word!"

I dropped my smile and gave her a serious promise. "Really. As long as I live, I promise to do one thing for you. Whatever you ask, I will do it! You can ask for anything, but since I'm making such a formal promise, I hope you'll consider it carefully before you ask, or you might regret wasting it!"

The little girl giggled. "Why are you being so formal all of a sudden? You're unbelievable! Alright, alright, I won't waste this opportunity carelessly. And I'll keep my promise too, as long as you don't go too far."

"Waaah, I really can't move at all now!"

I chuckled. "I won't."

But my eyes were already completely drawn to her feet. Vivian was rather petite, and her feet were naturally small. I could just barely hold both of her soles in one hand. Because she was hogtied, her soles were forced forward, and her feet were arched behind her – undeniably the best way to admire and play with feet.

Come to think of it, although I had tied her feet up several times, this was the first time I had such a leisurely view of Vivian's feet. They were beautifully shaped, the skin translucent and delicate. Her soles were smooth and soft, without any calluses or wrinkles.

Her toes were perfectly aligned, each adorned with a tiny toenail. Even though she was hogtied, her feet gently twitched back and forth, though the restraints limited the movement to soft undulations. I held her rounded heel in one hand and gently stroked the top of her foot down to her sole with the other, then lightly traced her tender sole with my fingers.

Clearly, this was the first time someone had played with her feet like this, and the little girl giggled uncontrollably, begging for mercy between laughs.

"Waaah, it's so ticklish! Stop it! Don't tickle me!" I had no intention of tormenting her.

Although I desperately wanted to indulge myself, even to the point of holding her jade-like feet in my mouth and licking them again and again, reason told me I couldn't.

Firstly, the college entrance exams were just around the corner, and we both needed to keep our emotions in check. Everything should be dealt with after the four-month countdown.

Secondly, I knew Vivian's personality – a blend of quirky playfulness and aloof pride. If I went too far, she might never speak to me again. I had to treat her with increasing respect, progressing gradually to expand my gains.

I absolutely couldn't rush things and try to take everything at once. That was why, even with her hands and feet tied and her right next to me, I had to play the role of a virtuous man, suppressing my desires.

I knew all too well how many guys at school were pursuing her, and she hadn't even given them a second glance. If my experiences with her were to become public, I would immediately be beaten to death by her admirers.

So I refrained from teasing her further, simply giving her feet a gentle kiss with my lips. I held her feet firmly in my hands, trying my best not to tickle her and to offer her a sense of security, reassuring her that even though she couldn't move, I still respected her boundaries.

Before the half-hour mark, I untied her. The little girl's face was flushed crimson. For someone as usually proud and aloof as she was, being completely immobilized in tight long johns beside a boy, unable to resist having her feet played with, must have been just as stimulating for her as it was for me.

Once freed, the little girl quickly put on her school uniform and went to wash up and get ready.

After she spent nearly an hour washing and tidying herself, I quickly splashed water on my face twice and said, "Let's go!"

As the little girl followed me out the door, she eyed me up and down as if I were an alien. "You're ready?"

"Yeah, why?"

"At least wipe your face!"

"Too much effort. It'll dry in the wind!"

"……"

"What does it feel like to have your hands and feet tied together behind your back?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"What were you thinking when you were tied up?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"How did it feel when I played with your feet?"

"I'm not telling you!"

"When can I tie you up again, please?"

"Shut up!!!"

"…………"