Linda and the purse snatcher

[Undrthong]

Hi,
I hope this works, I'm trying to attatch a story to this forum. If it dosen't, I need help. If It does, enjoy the story.

[carpetknight]

You need to keep this story going brother. Keep the police out of it, and let the ladies abuse him for the rest of the day under the soles of their thongs. Atta boy! Keep it comin' brother.
Regards

[tuvaletkolesi]

i wish she made him cry and beg for forgiveness on his knees, then made him grovel at her feet crying and pleading with her not to call the police. then she could take him to the pedicure place and make him kiss all the girls feet having their pedicure. she could even make him do disgusting things such as drinking the water left from the girls feet wash. that would be such a nice torture...

[Undrthong]

Greetings,

Thank you for your responses and comments. I wrote this story in a hurry. I wanted to see if I could use attachments to down load my stories from my computer. I think next time I'll try typing it directly to the stories forum. I've allready have another story writen, allong the same theme. Maybe I will continue this story. Perhaps a second chapter, where the cops can't make to the salon right away. And the ladies have some fun! Anyway thanks again Carpetknight and tuvaletkolesi for your words of encouragement.


Undrthong:D

[walk this way]

Linda and the purse snatcher

This is a short little story, a practice if you will. To see if I know how to use attachments. This tale is all fiction.

Linda was pleased with the results of her pedicure. She received a broad smile and thank you from her favorite pedicurist for the generous tip. She wiggled her deep red painted toes into her gold flat jeweled thong sandals. Linda walked to the front of the salon. Her sexy sandals slapping as she walked. She loved that sound, especially when it attracted the eyes of men. Linda was about five-eight, 38-35-36, with long light brown hair, deep blues, and a knock-out smile. She had long legs and she knew how to show them off. It was a warm day in southern Florida. Linda was wearing a low cut tank top and Daisy Duke shorts. While she was paying her salon bill, her neighbor Carrie, came into the salon. The friend’s greeted one another, “Hi Carrie!” “Hi Linda!” Then they hugged and admired one another. Carrie started, “love that shade of red on your toes girl friend.” Now it was Linda’s turn, “Are those new sandals?” “Yeah, I just bought them. That’s why I’m here; new sandals demand freshly pedicured toes.” Carrie was another beautiful woman. She was about five-six, 36-34-35, she had long blonde hair, and sparkling green eyes, a cute button nose, and like Linda, a knock-out smile. Carrie was wearing a tube top, Capri’s, and black thong sandals with two-inch kitten heels. Her toes were painted purple, but with a couple of small chips. Hence the need for a pedicure. Linda finished paying her bill. The friend’s said there good-by’s. Linda left the salon, and headed to the parking lot.

Linda was approaching her BMW. “Beep-beep!” Went the BMW’s locks and alarm. She reached for the door handle. Suddenly something grab her purse, and yanks it from her shoulder. She swings around, still holding on to the shoulder strap. Pulling on her purse is an ugly little purse snatcher. He’s about five-two, with a slight build, short dirty blonde hair, a ruddy complexion. He was wearing a dirty gray t-shirt, jeans, and dirty tennis shoes. Now unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Linda she had been attending self-defense classes. Her class had practiced for just such a situation. Linda, keeping a cool head, went right into action. She grabbed the shoulder strap with both hands and pulled the little maggot right back to her. With great speed and strength she wrapped her foot around his puny calf. In a smooth move, she pulled her foot back pulling his foot out from underneath him. And in the same motion, pushed him down to the ground at her feet. Linda slapped her thong sandaled foot onto his puny chest. “Gotcha!” Linda growled, then with a slight pull, she broke his grip on the purse strap. This little maggot was weak and Linda knew it. Having retrieved her purse she glared down at the little purse snatcher under her sandaled foot. “What the hell do you think you were doing you little freak!” Linda growled. The little purse snatcher tried to grab Linda’s leg to get it off of him. Linda simply reached down and intercepted his hand and gave it a twist. While still stepping on his chest she hist, “Don’t you dare touch me.” Still holding onto his hand, she gives him a quick snap to his ugly face with her sexy thong sandaled foot. And with a “slap” stomped her foot back on his chest. Seeing that the little purse snatcher is completely stunned and under her control, she starts to giggle. “Your mine now, you little freak.” Linda gives an evil grin to her captive thief. She wiggles her sexy toes around the toe post on her thong sandals, to get a good grip. With that she growls at him, “Get-up on your knees.” Linda pulls on his hand, keeping her sandaled foot on his chest. Pulling him up onto his knees. She can’t help her self, she starts to giggle again. Here she is a woman terrorizing a man, she loves it. Linda takes her foot off his chest and at the same time, still holding his hand, twills around him. She now behind him. “Stand-up!” Linda yelled. She pulls up on his hand making him stand-up. Now she twists his arm up against his back. Linda giggles and whispers into his ear. “I’m going to walk you back to the salon I just visited; the girls will get a big laugh when I tell then what a little puke like you tried to do to me. And so will the cops when I call them.” Now scared and hurt the purse snatcher pleads with Linda to let him go. “Please no! I don’t want to go to jail, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please no!” Linda has started marching her prisoner back to the salon, her thong sandals slapping on the pavement as they walk. She laughs at her prisoner begging her for mercy. (Laughing) Are you kidding! There’s no way I’d let you go, I’m having too much fun!

Reaching the door to the saloon she tells him to open the door with his free hand. As they walk in, everyone in the place stops and stares. Linda stops in the reception area of the salon and smiles. “Look what I caught; he tried to mug me and steal my purse.” Carrie is still waiting in the reception area to see her favorite pedicurist. She jumps up to help her friend with a look of surprise and concern. “Are you O.K. Linda?” She asks. With a big smile Linda says, “I’m fine, but he’s not.” Then Linda starts to giggle. “Hey! Does anyone here have away to bind this little creeps hands behind him. The lady at the reception desk says she thinks she may have something. She hands a large plastic tie to Linda. “Thanks” Linda tells her. “Hey Carrie, can you help me bind this freaks hands.” Carrie stands up, “Sure! What do you need me to do?” Linda asks her Carrie to grab his free hand and pull it behind his back. Carrie hesitates; she has some fear of grabbing the purse snatcher’s hand. “Don’t worry Carrie, he’s a wimp.” Linda tells her friend with a smirk on her face. Carrie looks into Linda’s prisoner’s eyes. She starts to smile; she can see fear in his tearing eyes. Carrie helps her friend bind the little maggot’s hands behind him. Linda asks the receptionist to please call the police for her. “Your going to kneel right here.” Linda said pointing and taping with her sandaled foot on the tile floor in front of the chairs in the reception room. “Can you help me Carrie?” Linda asked her friend. “Sure, no problem.” Carrie said eagerly. And the two ladies each take an arm, turn him around and position the maggot in front of the reception room chairs. Carrie follows Linda’s lead, as Linda pushes her sandaled foot against the back of the maggot’s knee. As the lovely ladies do this, they push down on his shoulders, making him kneel in font of the chairs. “Would you like to help me guard the creep, while we wait for the cops?” Linda asked Carrie. “I would love to!” And Carrie and Linda sat on either side of the purse snatcher. Both crossing their long sexy legs, so their thong sandaled feet were inches from his ugly face. They both looked at each other and smiled and started to giggle. Then they started twisting their ankles and snapping their sandals in his face. Soon more ladies in the salon were gathering in the reception room. Asking Linda what happened and giving the evil eye to the purse snatcher. All the ladies enjoyed watching the creep squirm behind the Linda’s and Carrie’s sandaled feet. I guess it just wasn’t the purse snatchers day.