Courtney & Lil Missy: Delivered & Dominated, Courtney's Foot Revenge (HD + BTS)

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Courtney sat at her computer scrolling through the internet. It was a typical Thursday evening, the kind where boredom clung to her like a second skin. She’d already exhausted her usual haunts—social media, streaming platforms, and even the local news—but nothing seemed to capture her attention. 

That was until a peculiar ad popped up on her screen, its headline bold and tantalizing: “Delivered Hogtied: Your Revenge, Our Pleasure.” Curiosity piqued, Courtney clicked the link, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she delved deeper into the website.

The site was sleek, almost professional, with a dark color scheme that lent it an air of mystery. It promised discretion, satisfaction, and most importantly, revenge. Courtney’s eyes scanned the testimonials, her heart racing as she imagined the possibilities. And then, there she was—Lil Missy, her high school bully, staring back at her from the screen. The photo was recent, the smirk on Missy’s face as familiar as it was infuriating. Courtney’s fingers trembled as she clicked on the profile, reading the details of Missy’s life post-high school. It seemed the universe had aligned to give Courtney the perfect opportunity for payback.

Without hesitation, Courtney placed her order, selecting the “Next Day Delivery” option. She entered her payment details, her pulse quickening with every keystroke. This was it. This was her chance to turn the tables, to make Missy feel a fraction of the humiliation she’d inflicted on Courtney all those years ago.

The next day dragged by at a glacial pace. Courtney pushed herself through her gym session, her mind constantly drifting to the package waiting for her at home. By the time she pulled into her driveway, the sun was dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the lawn. She practically sprinted inside, her gym bag slung over one shoulder, her heart pounding with anticipation.

There, in the middle of her living room, was Lil Missy, exactly as promised. She was hogtied, her elbows bound tightly together behind her back, her ankles secured to her wrists with thick ropes.  Duct taped wrap over mouth, muffling her frantic cries for help. Missy’s once-confident demeanor was gone, replaced by a desperate, panicked struggle against her bonds. Courtney stood in the doorway, taking in the scene with a mix of satisfaction and glee.

Missy’s eyes widened at the sound of Courtney’s voice, her body tensing as she tried to twist toward her captor. But the ropes held firm, leaving her helpless and exposed. 

Courtney sauntered closer, her sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor. She crouched down, her face inches from Missy’s, and smirked.

“Remember me, Missy? Courtney? The girl you used to call ‘Loser Courtney’ every day in high school? Yeah, I haven’t forgotten. ”

Courtney stood, her gaze lingering on Missy’s bound form before she turned her attention to the bully’s feet.

With deliberate slowness, Courtney peeled off the socks, revealing Missy’s bare feet—soft, pale, and utterly vulnerable. As she began to tickle them, Missy’s eyes widened further, her struggles intensifying as she realized Courtney’s intentions.

She traced circles around Missy’s toes, prodded the sensitive arches, and dragged her nails along the edges of her soles. Missy squirmed, her back arching as she tried to escape her bonds.

But Missy’s laughter was anything but genuine. It was desperate, frantic, a plea for mercy that Courtney had no intention of granting. She leaned back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watched Missy writhe beneath her touch. 

Next, Courtney turned her attention to her own feet. She slipped off her socks and trainers, holding them up to Missy’s face with a triumphant smirk. The smell of her sweat-soaked socks filled the air, and Missy’s eyes widened in horror as Courtney pressed them against her nose.

“Smell that, Missy?” Courtney taunted, rubbing the socks across Missy’s cheeks and forehead. “That’s the smell of someone who’s been working out while you’ve been sitting on your lazy ass. How does it feel to be beneath me now?”

Missy’s struggles intensified, her body twisting and turning as she tried to break free. But the ropes held firm, leaving her at Courtney’s mercy. Courtney pressed her bare feet against Missy’s face, her toes wiggling as she ground her soles into Missy’s skin. Missy’s muffled cries filled the room, her humiliation complete as Courtney used her feet to smear her makeup, to rub her nose, to dominate her entirely.

Missy’s eyes blazed with defiance, but her body told a different story. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. 

With that, Courtney sat back, her eyes never leaving Missy’s as she continued her torment. She traced her fingers up Missy’s body, tickling her sides, her stomach, her ribs. Missy’s laughter was relentless, her body shaking as she tried to escape. Courtney’s touch was everywhere, her fingers dancing across Missy’s skin with a precision that bordered on cruelty.

But as the minutes stretched into hours, Courtney’s laughter began to fade. She stood, her body buzzing with adrenaline as she looked down at Missy’s bound form. The bully was a mess—her makeup smeared, her hair tangled, her body glistening with sweat. Courtney felt a twinge of something unfamiliar—was it satisfaction? Pity? She couldn’t quite tell.

“I’ll be back,” Courtney said, her voice devoid of emotion. “And when I return, we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson. ”

She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the house as she walked away, leaving Lil Missy to her thoughts.