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Martina started out composed, back straight, legs stretched out, feet forward like she thought she had control over the situation. She didn’t. She wasn’t just ticklish; she was losing herself, piece by piece, giggle by giggle. The Martina that walked in? She wasn’t here anymore. Just a...

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Sara was stretched out tight, arms above her head, feet pointed, nowhere to go but straight into trouble. Then came the words, a last-ditch attempt to talk her way out of it. "I’m not ticklish," she blurted between giggles. A bold-faced lie. She lasted all of three seconds before she cracked, a...

Ashley had almost forgotten what it felt like; the tickling, the laughter, the complete loss of control. Hogtied on the floor, her bare feet exposed and defenseless, she didn’t have to imagine it anymore. The second those fingers touched her soles, it all came flooding back. Her body squirmed as...

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Celena always kept her laughter in check—reserved, delicate, like she thought the world didn’t deserve to hear it. But tied facedown, with her feet bare and exposed, she had nowhere to hide. The first touch sent a shiver up her spine, a small giggle escaping her lips before she could stop it...

Keylia questioned if she'd ever do this again, but here she was, tied down and waiting for the second act. This time, it wasn’t just laughter. It was sounds she didn’t even know she could make. Strange, desperate gasps, squeaks, bursts of noise that didn’t fit the polished, composed woman she...

Valentina strutted through life like nothing could touch her. Sharp uniform, sharp tongue, sharper instincts. But instincts don’t mean much when you’re strapped down, bare feet exposed, and someone’s got a point to prove. Her soles, soft and smooth, were her weakness, every nerve lighting up...

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Valentina was shaking before the first touch, the kind of scared laughter that only makes things worse. Her laugh exploded, loud, desperate, a sound she didn’t plan on letting out, not in public, not anywhere. She twisted, squirmed, her body trying to back out of a deal she’d already signed. But...

Nobody touched Daniela's feet, nobody. Maybe that’s why it was so bad. Maybe that’s why the second the first touch grazed her arch, she knew—she was done for. Her laugh shot out of her in frantic bursts, raw and unfiltered, the kind of laugh that lets you know the game’s already lost. And just...

Skar stood there, wrists tied high, stretched out in the doorframe like a statue built to drive men insane. Her belly, a work of art, sculpted to perfection, a masterpiece borrowed from Aphrodite herself. But perfection has its price, and the second those fingers touched her skin, she found out...

Rebeca was facedown, stripped to her undies, stretched out like a prize in a rigged game. Her body tensed, her back arching, her big, round ass bouncing with every tickle on her bare feet. Her soles were too soft, too sensitive, and the tickling made damn sure she knew it. She begged for help...

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Martina thought her feet were her weak spot, and she wasn’t wrong, but knowing didn’t make it any easier. At just 21, her bare soles looked untouched, soft as silk, the kind of skin that practically begged for trouble. It wasn’t just laughter; it was survival, spilling out of her in bursts...

Martina's laugh wasn't just noise; it was survival, stripped down to its barest form. Her head snapped back, her body twisting as if sheer willpower could save her. But it wasn't enough. Time played tricks, stretching out like a bad story with no ending, each second pulling her deeper into the...

Abril thought she could handle it, but the stocks didn’t care, and neither did that pen. Her feet, bare and stretched out, were as soft as they were ticklish, and the second that tip touched her skin, she was done for. Every inch of her feet was a target—the arches, the heels, the tender spaces...

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