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Ok, I’d sat at the bar long enough. I don’t know what it was, but the feeling of conquest I had when I walked into the smoky place was fading with every sip of the Jack Daniels I’d been ordering shots of for the last hour and a half. I don’t know whether it was the alcohol, the recurring thoughts of everything she represented that I couldn’t stand, or the thought that Mike was up there doing God knew what to Erica.
Even though getting Mike duped into torturing her for me was pretty ingenious if I do say so myself, I still felt that old jealousy rear it’s ugly head. Then there was the other thing. He was bound to take that gag off eventually. I wasn’t sure if he’d do anything else to her, and I really didn’t care. Hey, his physical evidence, not mine, right?
Slamming down my final shot of the warm amber liquid fire, I gathered up my light jacket and headed back to my place, a convenient walk up the street and down a short dirt road. Fifteen minutes or so to think. Getting Mike out wouldn’t be that hard. I mean, he wasn’t a complete moron, so I’d have to come up with something at least passable. But truth be told, he was the kind of guy who didn’t make Kool-Aid because he couldn’t figure out how to get two quarts of water into those little packets…
My mind drifted to Erica during my jaunt back home. How I’d enjoyed tormenting her. How I loved hearing that begging “please” at the end. But I wanted more. I needed more. There were still years of feelings bottled up inside, and I was starting to think that perhaps I’d broken some kind of dam.
Or had become damned, one or the other.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I kept finding ways to justify it. She deserved it, that was for sure. I couldn’t hurt her, no matter how much I wanted to sometimes. The truth was, no matter how I tried to deny it, I still loved her. That’s what made it even worse. I still loved her, which made me angry at not being able to control my feelings, which made me want to make her pay, which made me love her more, which made me want to torment her…you get the idea. I wasn’t sure where this was going to all lead to, and at that point I really didn’t care.
The sensation of her wriggling flesh under my fingers, tormenting her in the only way that truly worked was still fresh in my mind as I walked to my front door. What I walked in on was a tad upsetting to say the least.
Mike was on the couch, sipping one of my beers. Erica was on the bench still, but freed from the seeming miles of wrapping that once held her tiny body in place.
No gag anymore, either. Oh shit.
“So, Mike,” I began as I let myself in, “did you enjoy yourself?”
“Oh yes,” he replied with a glazed look in his eyes.
“So your idea worked, then?” Smooth. Give him the credit.
“Like a charm! She really is something isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s a piece of work alright,” I said as I tried to remain as cool as possible and get a picture of what I was dealing with here.
“So, umm Mike?” I started probing, “I’ll bet she had a lot to say after you let her loose, huh? Man, I wish I could have heard the sexy things she must have said…”
Ok, worm on the hook.
“Nahh….she didn’t say much,” he said between swigs of beer.
Hook in the lip….
“She passed out about a half hour ago, so I untied her and let her sleep.”
Fish on! The stud was probably too wrapped up in his prowess to be on guard much. I longed to tell him exactly how much I’d softened Erica up first, but thought better of it. I knew. Man, what I wouldn’t have given to see her squirming as this idiot unknowingly played right into my hands. Now to get rid of him.
“Mike,” I said, “I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll take care of Erica. We’ll probably have a lot to talk about Monday, eh?” I gave him a wink. Let him think he was part of some secret sexual pact if he wanted to. It would work for now. Anything else, I’d deal with later. I didn’t know how much longer Erica would sleep, so time was becoming precious.
Mike cooperated, yawning and getting up. “Yeah, I’m bushed, too. See ya Monday…and thanks. Really. That was cool. We’ll have to do it again.”
“Yeah, Mike, real soon.” Yeah, when the Pope makes Porn.
After I shuffled him out the door, I picked Erica’s light body up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. She felt like a fairy or something. She looked exhausted. Too bad I was planning on extending that feeling.
Lying her down, I went to work tying her up for the second time. I wanted her to wake up in bondage again. I wanted her to know that I was still in control. This was important. Even though the tickling was wildly erotic for me, the control issue was the whole point. I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed seeing her realize that she had no say in anything as much as I enjoyed torturing her.
I took lengths of the soft white rope that we’d often played with and tied her delicate wrists together. Laying them across her belly, I pulled her body down to the foot of the bed. Taking each slim ankle and resting it against one of the bedposts, I gently tied them in place. Gently, but firmly, with no hope of escape. When I finished with that, I climbed on the bed and pulled her bound hands above her head, looping another rope around a part of the bed frame and connecting it to rope binding her wrists. Pulling her body toward the top of the bed, she was stretched tightly when I pulled the rope for the last time, tying it off.
I looked down upon my sleeping beauty. I touched her, stroking her skin. Even this made her wince in her sleep. She was going to be quite ready for this next part. After a few minutes, I got off of the bed and went in to take a shower. As I expected, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I was greeted by Erica’s screams.
“HEEEELLLLPPPPPP!!!!” she yelled as I rushed into the room.
Placing my hand over her mouth, I looked into her eyes.
“Awake already? What a surprise.” I said.
“MRRRNNNPPHH…MMRRGGHHH…”
‘Now,” I continued, “I’m going to take my hand away. If you start wailing again, I’m going to gag you, and I know how much you hate that. No one can hear you Erica, but it really pisses me off. Do we understand each other?”
She rolled her eyes around, taking in her surroundings and her less than envious position. I was sure she’d already done that upon waking. Slowly, she shook her head yes.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, trying to remain calm, “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”
“Oh, it goes beyond that,” I said as I gathered the things I was planning on using, “it’s about control now. And revenge. The control, I have. The revenge? That has yet to be fully achieved.”
“Please no more tickling? Please????” she begged.
“I’m afraid that was just the beginning, Erica. I came up with something rather unique while you were out, and it would be such a shame for an adventurous girl like yourself to go without trying it, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she said, the evil gleam coming back to her eye as I knew it eventually would, “but you can fucking forget it! If you don’t let me up right now, you are going to pay dearly….”
“Ah, there’s the Erica I’ve come to know and despise,” I answered as I set things up. I noticed her haughtiness becoming interspersed with worried looks, trying to see what I was doing. “Actually, it’s you who is going to pay dearly every time you make a remark like that. Punishment for offense, sound good?”
And that’s what it had become now. Punishment. I was self-elected judge, jury…
…and executioner. In a manner of speaking, of course.
Erica’s eyes went wide as I brought two clothespins toward her, clicking them open and shut, each time making an audible “snap” for her benefit.
“What do you think you’re going to do with those?” she asked as she tried to pull away.
“What do you think, silly girl? We’ve done this enough. We’re just going to make it…more interesting.”
I bent over her and licked the tips of her nipples, causing them to harden whether she wanted them to or not.
“You….fucking….bastard!” she spat.
“Making this harder on yourself, I see,” I grinned, “One more check in the “Bad” column, I guess.”
With that, I brought the clothespins to her erect nipples and closed them around her tender flesh.
“OWWW!!” Erica shrieked, “They were never that tight before!”
“I know,” I replied, “I tightened the coils. Pretty neat, huh?”
I watched Erica wriggle in her new unwanted sensation as I prepared the rest of my torment. Not only did I tighten the clothespins to the edge of her threshold, I added another feature to each one. With a skewer, I’d poked a small hole in the arm of each one.
These were for the elastic string. I had a bunch of it lying around, it was great for wrapping up all of my guitar cables. I had yards of the stuff bought bulk at the hardware store. Thin black elastic cord. I took the end of one piece, passed it through the hole in the clothespin’s prong, and pulled it through. I had about three yards of it and pulled it to the halfway point. I did the same with the other clothespin. When this was finished, I took the two loose ends and placed them on either side of her left big toe. Wrapping once and tying a single knot, I pulled the knot tighter until the cord was tugging a little on the nipple clip.
“I’d pull your toes back and give yourself some slack if I were you, or this could really hurt,” I said as I tugged.
“Yowch!” Erica squealed as she instinctively pulled back her toes to loosen the tension of the cord. When she did this, I pulled the knot tighter and quickly tied it off. With her toes pulled back, the tension on her nipples wasn’t that great. But if she tried to bend them forward…ouch! Not anything that would rip her skin off or anything, that’s why the elastic, for a little give. I helped her with the other foot, holding back her toes as I tied off the cord around her right toe.
I stood back, and had to admit. I’d even impressed myself this time.
“Goddammit!” she yelled, “take these damn things off of me now!”
“Still feisty, aren’t we?” I sneered. I turned my back and picked up the two long feathers. Turning back around, I waved them menacingly in the air over her feet.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she said as her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply.
“Oh, I think I would dare,” I replied, bringing the feathers closer and closer to her soles with each passing microsecond, “All you have to do is keep those feet stretched out, and everything will be fine. You can do that, can’t you Erica? Tough chick like you should have no problem at all…..”
“Nooooooo……” she maoned.
The tips of the feathers came in contact with the skin in the center of her arches. Slowly dragging them up and down the smooth surface of her taut soles, I was a bit surprised that she was managing to keep her toes pulled back so far. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes were squeezed shut as she put every effort into keeping slack on the elastic bands pulling at her clipped nipples.
“Tickle yet?” I teased, “I can go faster if you’d like. Or harder? Whatever works for you, Your Highnessness.”
Yeah, I’m a prick. But she deserved it.
Right?
“Goddammit,” she hissed between clenched teeth, “get….heehaeeeee…those things….heeheee…away from meeeeeeeeee….heeeheeeheeeeeeee…..”
“Kinda gets to you after awhile, doesn’t it, babe? Tickletickletickle……” I couldn’t resist verbally taunting her. I knew it was a bit childish, but I wanted her reduced mentally as well as physically. I wanted to revert her to a frightened little girl, rather than the bitchy, power-hungry young woman she’d become. There were moments when I felt bad or even a little weird doing it like this and for the reasons I wanted to, but they faded quickly every time I heard crack in Erica’s armor.
I was using the entire length of the feathers to slowly stoke up and down her bare feet. I made a final pass and then went back to the very tips, using them to brush along the base of her helpless toes. Up and down each toe I tickled, reveling in the battle she was fighting to keep her toes in place.
“St-STOOOOOPPPP!!!!!…HAAHAAHEEHAAAA….P-PLLEEEEAAAAASE???!!!!!?!….OHGODOHGODNOOOOOO!!!!!….HAAHAAHAHHEEEEEEHAAA!!!”
She was losing it and I knew it. Dropping the feathers, I began to wriggle my fingers over the surface of her tiny feet. The first flinch was completely reactive, and the result was astounding. She squealed with each involuntary tug of the elastic, her nipples stimulating her in the strangest way. In between these squeals and yelps were the unbridled laughter of the tied girl getting her feet mercilessly tickled.
“YYOOOOOWW!!!!!….AAAHHHHH…HHAAHEEEHEEE….STTOOOOOOPPP!!!!!…..HAAHAAHAA…ITTICKLESITTICKLES!!!!!…OOOOHHHHH…..AAAIIGGHHH!!!!!…..OOOWWWW…OOOOOOOOOOOOHH…HAAAHAAHAAHAAH..HHEEHEEHNOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“So much fun, tickling Erica’s feet,” I continued to tease as she fought like the devil to pull her toes back and keep them there. Every time she got them back, I tickled another spot and in another way. I made light scratches with a single crooked finger over her arches. I dragged all of my fingers down her soles. I even ran my tongue over her toes. Erica was starting to arch her back as the stimulation was getting to her.
“So, you were saying before how sorry you were?” I asked.
“HAAAHAAHEEEEEE…..FUCKOFF……HAAAHAHAHAAAA….YOUPRICK!!!!!!!…..STOPITSTOPIT!!!!!!…AAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!!!”
“So, we’re back to that again are we? I don’t know what I’m going to do with you Erica. Looks like I need to think of something else.”
I already knew that this was only the first of a few unique torments I had in mind for this little minx, but I didn’t want to start just yet. I wanted to tickle her feet more, as it seemed to be getting to her in a different way than before. Maybe it was the added stimulation of the nipple clips or perhaps she was growing more sensitive. Maybe it was a little of both. It was an indescribable feeling to have such a commanding power over her by simply touching her lightly. I raked my fingernails over her soles and heels as her tight ass lifted off the bed. The more she struggled and the harder she yelped and laughed, the faster I tickled her. Even the tops of her feet drove her crazy when lightly stroked by my fingertips.
“COMEON!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!…..AAHAHAAAHAAAHAAAAA…I-I….HAAHAHAHEEEEE…CAN’TTAKEANYMOOOOOORRREE!!!!!!….NOPLEEEAAASSEEE!!!!”
“Come on, you can laugh harder than that!” I urged as I went back to tickling her bare soles with reckless abandon. After a few more selfish minutes of torturing Erica’s tiny feet, I relented.
Erica was breathless, and yet still had to concentrate on keeping her toes pulled back. She finally had some relief from the feelings she was getting from her chest, and she wasn’t about to let that little bit of control go.
“Now, my dear,” I said as I gathered up a few things for the next step, “I have to go have a beer and think about a few things.”
“Go….to hell……….” she whispered as she started to catch her breath.
“Oh, I think it’s you who’s in Hell, my pet. And I plan to keep you there while I have my little break.”
I went about the rest of my work without a sound. Erica continued to threaten, but these were becoming pleas for release as she caught on to what I was doing. I had taken two of my shoulder massagers out and placed them on the bed at her feet. They were about the size of a person’s palm, oval with a field of soft rubber prongs on one surface. An internal battery powered it, and the vibrations were soothing relief to aching muscles.
And not a bad torture device, thankyouverymuch.
I took a roll of medical tape out of my cabinet and attached the massagers to the soles of Erica’s feet. I left a little slack in the tape. They wouldn’t fall off, but there was just enough play to make them bounce around her soles while vibrating. Wouldn’t want one steady sensation for her to get used to, would we?
Before turning them on, I ripped off another piece of the strong white tape. Sitting on the bed next to Erica’s head, I pushed a loose strand of hair from her face. She would have bit me if she could, I think.
“Don’t you even think about it!” she said with renewed spirit.
“You just aren’t going to learn, are you, sweetie?” I said pleasantly as I shoved the tape over her mouth. Two more crisscrossed strips silenced her.
“Now, how about I just turn these on?” I asked as I made my way back toward her deviously tied feet.
“MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!’ she barked through the layers of tape gagging her.
“If you insist,” I said as I pressed in at the spots where the internal switches were.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her body arched like she was being electrocuted. Her toes curled forward, pulling the elastic and tugging on her nipples. It seemed as if the new, crueler tickling was outweighing the torment of her breasts. I stayed to watch for a few moments, gazing with pleasure at Erica’s bound form pounding against the bed in a desperate attempt to get free. Every muscle in her body tensed as she fought for survival.
“Well,” I said as I headed for the door, “You enjoy yourself, Love. I’ll be back. Eventually. We’ll decide what to do with that sexy body of yours in a little bit. I’m kinda worn out though from all this work. Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
I walked out of the room to the beautiful music of Erica’s tortured screams. I had a few ideas about what to do next, but I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I was in this up to my ass now, this much I knew.
I’d think of something, though…
Hey, we had all weekend.
Even though getting Mike duped into torturing her for me was pretty ingenious if I do say so myself, I still felt that old jealousy rear it’s ugly head. Then there was the other thing. He was bound to take that gag off eventually. I wasn’t sure if he’d do anything else to her, and I really didn’t care. Hey, his physical evidence, not mine, right?
Slamming down my final shot of the warm amber liquid fire, I gathered up my light jacket and headed back to my place, a convenient walk up the street and down a short dirt road. Fifteen minutes or so to think. Getting Mike out wouldn’t be that hard. I mean, he wasn’t a complete moron, so I’d have to come up with something at least passable. But truth be told, he was the kind of guy who didn’t make Kool-Aid because he couldn’t figure out how to get two quarts of water into those little packets…
My mind drifted to Erica during my jaunt back home. How I’d enjoyed tormenting her. How I loved hearing that begging “please” at the end. But I wanted more. I needed more. There were still years of feelings bottled up inside, and I was starting to think that perhaps I’d broken some kind of dam.
Or had become damned, one or the other.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I kept finding ways to justify it. She deserved it, that was for sure. I couldn’t hurt her, no matter how much I wanted to sometimes. The truth was, no matter how I tried to deny it, I still loved her. That’s what made it even worse. I still loved her, which made me angry at not being able to control my feelings, which made me want to make her pay, which made me love her more, which made me want to torment her…you get the idea. I wasn’t sure where this was going to all lead to, and at that point I really didn’t care.
The sensation of her wriggling flesh under my fingers, tormenting her in the only way that truly worked was still fresh in my mind as I walked to my front door. What I walked in on was a tad upsetting to say the least.
Mike was on the couch, sipping one of my beers. Erica was on the bench still, but freed from the seeming miles of wrapping that once held her tiny body in place.
No gag anymore, either. Oh shit.
“So, Mike,” I began as I let myself in, “did you enjoy yourself?”
“Oh yes,” he replied with a glazed look in his eyes.
“So your idea worked, then?” Smooth. Give him the credit.
“Like a charm! She really is something isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she’s a piece of work alright,” I said as I tried to remain as cool as possible and get a picture of what I was dealing with here.
“So, umm Mike?” I started probing, “I’ll bet she had a lot to say after you let her loose, huh? Man, I wish I could have heard the sexy things she must have said…”
Ok, worm on the hook.
“Nahh….she didn’t say much,” he said between swigs of beer.
Hook in the lip….
“She passed out about a half hour ago, so I untied her and let her sleep.”
Fish on! The stud was probably too wrapped up in his prowess to be on guard much. I longed to tell him exactly how much I’d softened Erica up first, but thought better of it. I knew. Man, what I wouldn’t have given to see her squirming as this idiot unknowingly played right into my hands. Now to get rid of him.
“Mike,” I said, “I’m tired, I’m going to bed. I’ll take care of Erica. We’ll probably have a lot to talk about Monday, eh?” I gave him a wink. Let him think he was part of some secret sexual pact if he wanted to. It would work for now. Anything else, I’d deal with later. I didn’t know how much longer Erica would sleep, so time was becoming precious.
Mike cooperated, yawning and getting up. “Yeah, I’m bushed, too. See ya Monday…and thanks. Really. That was cool. We’ll have to do it again.”
“Yeah, Mike, real soon.” Yeah, when the Pope makes Porn.
After I shuffled him out the door, I picked Erica’s light body up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. She felt like a fairy or something. She looked exhausted. Too bad I was planning on extending that feeling.
Lying her down, I went to work tying her up for the second time. I wanted her to wake up in bondage again. I wanted her to know that I was still in control. This was important. Even though the tickling was wildly erotic for me, the control issue was the whole point. I’m not ashamed to admit that I enjoyed seeing her realize that she had no say in anything as much as I enjoyed torturing her.
I took lengths of the soft white rope that we’d often played with and tied her delicate wrists together. Laying them across her belly, I pulled her body down to the foot of the bed. Taking each slim ankle and resting it against one of the bedposts, I gently tied them in place. Gently, but firmly, with no hope of escape. When I finished with that, I climbed on the bed and pulled her bound hands above her head, looping another rope around a part of the bed frame and connecting it to rope binding her wrists. Pulling her body toward the top of the bed, she was stretched tightly when I pulled the rope for the last time, tying it off.
I looked down upon my sleeping beauty. I touched her, stroking her skin. Even this made her wince in her sleep. She was going to be quite ready for this next part. After a few minutes, I got off of the bed and went in to take a shower. As I expected, when I stepped out of the bathroom, I was greeted by Erica’s screams.
“HEEEELLLLPPPPPP!!!!” she yelled as I rushed into the room.
Placing my hand over her mouth, I looked into her eyes.
“Awake already? What a surprise.” I said.
“MRRRNNNPPHH…MMRRGGHHH…”
‘Now,” I continued, “I’m going to take my hand away. If you start wailing again, I’m going to gag you, and I know how much you hate that. No one can hear you Erica, but it really pisses me off. Do we understand each other?”
She rolled her eyes around, taking in her surroundings and her less than envious position. I was sure she’d already done that upon waking. Slowly, she shook her head yes.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, trying to remain calm, “I said I was sorry, didn’t I?”
“Oh, it goes beyond that,” I said as I gathered the things I was planning on using, “it’s about control now. And revenge. The control, I have. The revenge? That has yet to be fully achieved.”
“Please no more tickling? Please????” she begged.
“I’m afraid that was just the beginning, Erica. I came up with something rather unique while you were out, and it would be such a shame for an adventurous girl like yourself to go without trying it, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she said, the evil gleam coming back to her eye as I knew it eventually would, “but you can fucking forget it! If you don’t let me up right now, you are going to pay dearly….”
“Ah, there’s the Erica I’ve come to know and despise,” I answered as I set things up. I noticed her haughtiness becoming interspersed with worried looks, trying to see what I was doing. “Actually, it’s you who is going to pay dearly every time you make a remark like that. Punishment for offense, sound good?”
And that’s what it had become now. Punishment. I was self-elected judge, jury…
…and executioner. In a manner of speaking, of course.
Erica’s eyes went wide as I brought two clothespins toward her, clicking them open and shut, each time making an audible “snap” for her benefit.
“What do you think you’re going to do with those?” she asked as she tried to pull away.
“What do you think, silly girl? We’ve done this enough. We’re just going to make it…more interesting.”
I bent over her and licked the tips of her nipples, causing them to harden whether she wanted them to or not.
“You….fucking….bastard!” she spat.
“Making this harder on yourself, I see,” I grinned, “One more check in the “Bad” column, I guess.”
With that, I brought the clothespins to her erect nipples and closed them around her tender flesh.
“OWWW!!” Erica shrieked, “They were never that tight before!”
“I know,” I replied, “I tightened the coils. Pretty neat, huh?”
I watched Erica wriggle in her new unwanted sensation as I prepared the rest of my torment. Not only did I tighten the clothespins to the edge of her threshold, I added another feature to each one. With a skewer, I’d poked a small hole in the arm of each one.
These were for the elastic string. I had a bunch of it lying around, it was great for wrapping up all of my guitar cables. I had yards of the stuff bought bulk at the hardware store. Thin black elastic cord. I took the end of one piece, passed it through the hole in the clothespin’s prong, and pulled it through. I had about three yards of it and pulled it to the halfway point. I did the same with the other clothespin. When this was finished, I took the two loose ends and placed them on either side of her left big toe. Wrapping once and tying a single knot, I pulled the knot tighter until the cord was tugging a little on the nipple clip.
“I’d pull your toes back and give yourself some slack if I were you, or this could really hurt,” I said as I tugged.
“Yowch!” Erica squealed as she instinctively pulled back her toes to loosen the tension of the cord. When she did this, I pulled the knot tighter and quickly tied it off. With her toes pulled back, the tension on her nipples wasn’t that great. But if she tried to bend them forward…ouch! Not anything that would rip her skin off or anything, that’s why the elastic, for a little give. I helped her with the other foot, holding back her toes as I tied off the cord around her right toe.
I stood back, and had to admit. I’d even impressed myself this time.
“Goddammit!” she yelled, “take these damn things off of me now!”
“Still feisty, aren’t we?” I sneered. I turned my back and picked up the two long feathers. Turning back around, I waved them menacingly in the air over her feet.
“You wouldn’t dare!” she said as her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply.
“Oh, I think I would dare,” I replied, bringing the feathers closer and closer to her soles with each passing microsecond, “All you have to do is keep those feet stretched out, and everything will be fine. You can do that, can’t you Erica? Tough chick like you should have no problem at all…..”
“Nooooooo……” she maoned.
The tips of the feathers came in contact with the skin in the center of her arches. Slowly dragging them up and down the smooth surface of her taut soles, I was a bit surprised that she was managing to keep her toes pulled back so far. Her teeth were gritted and her eyes were squeezed shut as she put every effort into keeping slack on the elastic bands pulling at her clipped nipples.
“Tickle yet?” I teased, “I can go faster if you’d like. Or harder? Whatever works for you, Your Highnessness.”
Yeah, I’m a prick. But she deserved it.
Right?
“Goddammit,” she hissed between clenched teeth, “get….heehaeeeee…those things….heeheee…away from meeeeeeeeee….heeeheeeheeeeeeee…..”
“Kinda gets to you after awhile, doesn’t it, babe? Tickletickletickle……” I couldn’t resist verbally taunting her. I knew it was a bit childish, but I wanted her reduced mentally as well as physically. I wanted to revert her to a frightened little girl, rather than the bitchy, power-hungry young woman she’d become. There were moments when I felt bad or even a little weird doing it like this and for the reasons I wanted to, but they faded quickly every time I heard crack in Erica’s armor.
I was using the entire length of the feathers to slowly stoke up and down her bare feet. I made a final pass and then went back to the very tips, using them to brush along the base of her helpless toes. Up and down each toe I tickled, reveling in the battle she was fighting to keep her toes in place.
“St-STOOOOOPPPP!!!!!…HAAHAAHEEHAAAA….P-PLLEEEEAAAAASE???!!!!!?!….OHGODOHGODNOOOOOO!!!!!….HAAHAAHAHHEEEEEEHAAA!!!”
She was losing it and I knew it. Dropping the feathers, I began to wriggle my fingers over the surface of her tiny feet. The first flinch was completely reactive, and the result was astounding. She squealed with each involuntary tug of the elastic, her nipples stimulating her in the strangest way. In between these squeals and yelps were the unbridled laughter of the tied girl getting her feet mercilessly tickled.
“YYOOOOOWW!!!!!….AAAHHHHH…HHAAHEEEHEEE….STTOOOOOOPPP!!!!!…..HAAHAAHAA…ITTICKLESITTICKLES!!!!!…OOOOHHHHH…..AAAIIGGHHH!!!!!…..OOOWWWW…OOOOOOOOOOOOHH…HAAAHAAHAAHAAH..HHEEHEEHNOOOOOOOOO!!!”
“So much fun, tickling Erica’s feet,” I continued to tease as she fought like the devil to pull her toes back and keep them there. Every time she got them back, I tickled another spot and in another way. I made light scratches with a single crooked finger over her arches. I dragged all of my fingers down her soles. I even ran my tongue over her toes. Erica was starting to arch her back as the stimulation was getting to her.
“So, you were saying before how sorry you were?” I asked.
“HAAAHAAHEEEEEE…..FUCKOFF……HAAAHAHAHAAAA….YOUPRICK!!!!!!!…..STOPITSTOPIT!!!!!!…AAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!!!”
“So, we’re back to that again are we? I don’t know what I’m going to do with you Erica. Looks like I need to think of something else.”
I already knew that this was only the first of a few unique torments I had in mind for this little minx, but I didn’t want to start just yet. I wanted to tickle her feet more, as it seemed to be getting to her in a different way than before. Maybe it was the added stimulation of the nipple clips or perhaps she was growing more sensitive. Maybe it was a little of both. It was an indescribable feeling to have such a commanding power over her by simply touching her lightly. I raked my fingernails over her soles and heels as her tight ass lifted off the bed. The more she struggled and the harder she yelped and laughed, the faster I tickled her. Even the tops of her feet drove her crazy when lightly stroked by my fingertips.
“COMEON!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!…..AAHAHAAAHAAAHAAAAA…I-I….HAAHAHAHEEEEE…CAN’TTAKEANYMOOOOOORRREE!!!!!!….NOPLEEEAAASSEEE!!!!”
“Come on, you can laugh harder than that!” I urged as I went back to tickling her bare soles with reckless abandon. After a few more selfish minutes of torturing Erica’s tiny feet, I relented.
Erica was breathless, and yet still had to concentrate on keeping her toes pulled back. She finally had some relief from the feelings she was getting from her chest, and she wasn’t about to let that little bit of control go.
“Now, my dear,” I said as I gathered up a few things for the next step, “I have to go have a beer and think about a few things.”
“Go….to hell……….” she whispered as she started to catch her breath.
“Oh, I think it’s you who’s in Hell, my pet. And I plan to keep you there while I have my little break.”
I went about the rest of my work without a sound. Erica continued to threaten, but these were becoming pleas for release as she caught on to what I was doing. I had taken two of my shoulder massagers out and placed them on the bed at her feet. They were about the size of a person’s palm, oval with a field of soft rubber prongs on one surface. An internal battery powered it, and the vibrations were soothing relief to aching muscles.
And not a bad torture device, thankyouverymuch.
I took a roll of medical tape out of my cabinet and attached the massagers to the soles of Erica’s feet. I left a little slack in the tape. They wouldn’t fall off, but there was just enough play to make them bounce around her soles while vibrating. Wouldn’t want one steady sensation for her to get used to, would we?
Before turning them on, I ripped off another piece of the strong white tape. Sitting on the bed next to Erica’s head, I pushed a loose strand of hair from her face. She would have bit me if she could, I think.
“Don’t you even think about it!” she said with renewed spirit.
“You just aren’t going to learn, are you, sweetie?” I said pleasantly as I shoved the tape over her mouth. Two more crisscrossed strips silenced her.
“Now, how about I just turn these on?” I asked as I made my way back toward her deviously tied feet.
“MMMNNNPPPHHH!!!!’ she barked through the layers of tape gagging her.
“If you insist,” I said as I pressed in at the spots where the internal switches were.
The reaction was instantaneous. Her body arched like she was being electrocuted. Her toes curled forward, pulling the elastic and tugging on her nipples. It seemed as if the new, crueler tickling was outweighing the torment of her breasts. I stayed to watch for a few moments, gazing with pleasure at Erica’s bound form pounding against the bed in a desperate attempt to get free. Every muscle in her body tensed as she fought for survival.
“Well,” I said as I headed for the door, “You enjoy yourself, Love. I’ll be back. Eventually. We’ll decide what to do with that sexy body of yours in a little bit. I’m kinda worn out though from all this work. Don’t you feel sorry for me?”
I walked out of the room to the beautiful music of Erica’s tortured screams. I had a few ideas about what to do next, but I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I was in this up to my ass now, this much I knew.
I’d think of something, though…
Hey, we had all weekend.
