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In a secret initiation ritual, three rookies are selected each year to enter professional dom Sarah's tickle room.
Starring
Caitlin Clark
Angel Reese
Cameron Brink
"So, you think you've got what it takes to be a real WNBA player, huh?" The veteran player's voice was a blend of challenge and amusement as she leaned in closer to Caitlin, her eyes glinting with mischief. Caitlin, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, took a sip of her drink, trying to play it cool. She had always heard about the secret rituals that took place during the draft weekend, but never thought she'd actually be a part of one.
"Well, I'm ready for anything," Caitlin replied, raising her chin slightly. The music from the after-party was thumping in the background, the air thick with anticipation. The other rookies whispered among themselves, throwing glances her way as they speculated on what the initiation might entail.
The veteran handed Caitlin a small, folded note with an address scribbled in red ink. "You're the first one to go to Sarah's. Don't be late, and remember, you do whatever she says for that hour. It's part of the deal." Caitlin nodded, her heart racing as she slipped the note into her pocket. The thought of facing an unknown challenge sent a thrill down her spine.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Caitlin made her way through the bustling city streets to the nondescript building. The door was unmarked, but the number matched the one on her paper. She took a deep breath and pushed it open, stepping into a dimly lit hallway that smelled faintly of leather and vanilla. A soft voice called out, "You must be Caitlin."
Sarah, the dominatrix, emerged from the shadows, her petite frame surprisingly commanding. She wore a black catsuit that hugged her curves and had a whip coiled around her waist. "Welcome," she said, her eyes sparkling as they fell to Caitlin's size 10.5 sneakers. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Caitlin followed her into a cozy, dimly lit room that was more like a luxurious lounge than a dungeon. There was a plush chair in the center, surrounded by velvet cushions and soft lighting. The walls were adorned with framed photos of various WNBA players, their expressions ranging from apprehension to euphoria. Caitlin felt her stomach flip as she realized this was no ordinary initiation.
Sarah gestured to the chair. "Take a seat, darling. Make yourself comfortable." Her voice was smooth and calming, despite the tension in the air. As Caitlin sat, she noticed that the chair had been specially designed to expose her feet perfectly. The dominatrix knelt before her, her eyes locked on Caitlin's size 10.5 sneakers. "Ah, just as I like them," she murmured, her pupils dilating slightly.
It was clear that Sarah had an insatiable fetish for women's feet, especially those of the tall and powerful athletes that walked the WNBA courts. Her collection of tickling instruments was displayed neatly on a nearby table, each tool designed to elicit the most exquisite of sensations from her unsuspecting clients. Caitlin's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Sarah select a feather from the array, her anticipation building like the crescendo of a symphony.
Sarah instructed Caitlin to place her ankles in the stocks built into the ottoman, which were padded with velvet to prevent any discomfort. Caitlin obeyed, feeling the cool metal clamp around her ankles with a firm but gentle pressure. The stocks held her feet at a perfect height for Sarah to reach.
With a dramatic flair, Sarah clicked the padlock shut, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot in the stillness of the night. Caitlin's eyes widened, and she took in a sharp breath, the reality of her situation sinking in. She was now at the mercy of this pint-sized powerhouse, her fate tied to the whims of the feather that danced in Sarah's hand.
"Now, I'm sure you're wondering what this little initiation is all about," Sarah began, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "It's simple, really. You see, in this league, we have a tradition of welcoming new talent with a... shall we say, unique experience." She traced the tip of the feather along Caitlin's still sneaker clad instep. "An hour of pure, unbridled foot tickling. Just you, me, and these lovely size 10.5's."
Caitlin swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. She knew she had to endure this to be accepted into the league's inner circle. "Okay, let's get this over with," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, it's not something to rush through, darling. You'll find that the anticipation is part of the fun." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Caitlin's ankles. "Now, let's get these sneakers off, shall we?"
With a swift, practiced motion, Sarah untied Caitlin's shoelaces and gently slid off her sneakers. Caitlin felt a rush of cool air against her socks as her feet were revealed. The dominatrix gaze lingered on the socks, her tongue tracing the corner of her lips as she took in the sight of Caitlin's long, sock covered toes.
Sarah leaned back on her haunches, her eyes never leaving Caitlin's. "Everyone's different. Some can't stand the sensation of bare skin being tickled, while others find it heavenly. And then there are those whose feet are like fine instruments, more responsive when covered in fabric." She gave a knowing smile. "I've had my fair share of rookies, and let me tell you, the reactions are as varied as the stars in the sky."
Sarah nodded approvingly. "Good choice," she said, before moving to a control panel on the wall. With the flick of a switch, a heat lamp above the chair flickered to life, casting an orange glow on Caitlin's legs. The warmth began to spread, enveloping her feet like a gentle embrace. The socks grew warm and snug, the fabric clinging to her skin as the heat intensified.
Just as Caitlin was getting accustomed to the heat, Sarah's phone beeped, pulling her from her thoughts. The dominatrix checked the screen, her smile growing wider. "Looks like your friends couldn't wait to join us," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Angel Reese and Cameron Brink are here two and three hours early. How delightful."
The door swung open and in walked Angel Reese. She had a cocky smirk on her face, but it faded as she caught sight of Caitlin's predicament. "Looks like the Bayou Barbie is going to be here for two hours," Sarah announced, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Angel's smirk was replaced by a look of horror as she realized what was in store for her.
Cameron trailed in behind Angel, her size 13.5 feet looking even larger in the intimate setting. The sight of the two of them standing there, about to be at the mercy of Sarah's tickling torments, sent a shiver down Caitlin's spine. "And you, my dear," Sarah said, her gaze raking over Cameron, "You'll be here for three hours. Plenty of time to get to know those long, smooth soles of yours."
Angel's eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight of Caitlin's feet, already under the heat lamp. "Please, no," she whimpered, her bravado evaporating. "My feet are so sensitive!"
Cameron paled, her hand flying to her mouth. "Three hours?" she squeaked. "But I thought it was just a rumor!"
Sarah just winked at them. "You should have arrived when you were told girls, now it's extra time for both of you in the stocks, plenty of time for your big feet to warm up under the heat lamps" she said, her voice like honey. "But fear not, my dears. This is a sacred rite of passage, one that every top draft pick has endured. Now, if you don't mind, take a seat and make yourselves comfortable." She gestured to two identical chairs, each with their own set of stocks.
With a heavy sigh, Angel slumped into one of the chairs, her massive size 13s looking comically out of place in the delicate contraption. She gingerly placed her ankles into the velvet-lined clamps and watched as Sarah locked them in place. The same process was repeated for Cameron, her even larger size 13.5 feet looking almost comical in the dainty stocks.
The room grew tense as the three rookies stared at each other, the reality of their situation setting in. Caitlin took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. "Let's get started," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and apprehension.
Sarah's smile grew even wider, and she stepped closer to Caitlin, the light from the lamp making her pink socks practically glow. She gently peeled the thick pink socks off, her eyes never leaving the young athlete's face. "I'll still be starting with you," she said, her voice a soft purr.
Caitlin's size 10.5 feet were indeed a sight to behold. They were long and slender, with a medium arch that gave them a graceful curve. Her toes were long and elegant, each one tapering to a perfectly rounded tip. The skin was smooth and unblemished, a soft pink color that seemed to glisten under the soft light. Each toe was perfectly spaced, the second and third toes slightly longer than the rest, creating an alluring fan that was bound to drive the tickling aficionado wild.
"Hold your toes back," Sarah instructed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Caitlin did as she was told, feeling a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she held her long toes back towards the stocks. "Good girl," the dominatrix cooed, placing a single chopstick behind Caitlin's feet. "If you can keep this here," she tapped the chopstick gently, "you won't have to deal with the toe ties."
Sarah walked over to Angel, who had her eyes squeezed shut, her knuckles white as she gripped the arms of the chair. "Don't worry," she said soothingly, "it'll all be over soon enough." With surprising strength, she unlaced the Bayou Barbie's size 13 sneakers, the room seemingly holding its breath as she revealed the thick, padded socks beneath.
Angel's feet were long and her arch was shallow. The socks she had chosen were a stark contrast to Caitlin's playful pinks. They were black and covered in a swirl of glittery fabric that made them look almost sinister. Sarah took her time, her eyes drinking in the sight of those massive size 13's.
Cameron's feet were a spectacle all their own, the size 13.5's a testament to her towering height. Her socks were a simple black, but they couldn't hide the sheer size of her feet. Sarah licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
With the grace of a ballet dancer, Sarah positioned two heat lamps on adjustable arms, one for each of the trembling rookies. She flipped the switches with a flourish, the soft hum of the machines filling the room as they warmed up. The air grew heavy with the scent of heat and anticipation.
"Now superstar, let's see how you handle a little... pressure," Sarah said, her eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. She approached Caitlin first, a feather in one hand and a set of fur-covered knitting needles in the other. "These are for those pesky in-between spaces...I love tickling you ball players between your long toes, they can never scrunch down enough to save themselves," she explained, her smile widening. "I'm going to find the space between your toes that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts."
Caitlin took a deep breath and nodded, trying to mentally prepare herself for the onslaught. The dominatrix leaned in, her breath hot against Caitlin's bare foot. "You're going to feel every stroke, every poke, every... flutter," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Caitlin's. "You're going to squeal, laugh, beg, and maybe even scream. But remember," she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "you can't move your toes, or I restrain them myself."
The first touch of the feather against Caitlin's arch was like an electric shock. She gasped and jerked her foot forward instinctively, the chopstick clattered to the floor. "Oops," Sarah said, her smile never wavering. "Looks like you've earned yourself some extra attention." Sarah proceeded to tie Caitlin's toes back one by one with a deftness that spoke of years of practice. The nylon loops were firm but not painful, effectively immobilizing the young player's feet and leaving her smooth, lengthy soles taut and helpless.
Caitlin felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as the feather began to waft around her toes. The sensation was unbearable, like a thousand tiny ants marching in a tickling conga line across her skin. She bit her lip, her eyes watering with the effort to hold back her laughter. The other two rookies watched in silent horror, their own feet now exposed and waiting for their turns under the relentless tickle torture.
The feather's gentle caress grew more persistent, fluttering along the soles and between her toes, making her squirm in the chair. Sarah's eyes gleamed with delight as she watched Caitlin's struggle, her hand never pausing in its relentless motion. Caitlin's giggles grew louder, and she felt the pressure in her stomach build as she desperately fought the urge to laugh. But it was no use; the tickling was too much, too overwhelming.
Her first squeal of the night pierced the air, and Sarah's smile grew even wider. "Ah, music to my ears," she murmured, setting the feather aside for the moment. She reached for Caitlin's foot again, her manicured nails glinting in the soft light. The nails were short but sharp, and Caitlin felt them dig ever so slightly into her skin as the dominatrix began to trace intricate patterns across the sensitive arches of her feet.
Angel and Cameron watched in horror, their own feet now baking under the heat lamps. They could feel the beginnings of the torture they were about to endure, their toes starting to tingle and twitch involuntarily.
"Remember, keep those toes back," Sarah teased, knowing Caitlin couldn't move her toes. "You're doing so well, Caitlin," she crooned, her nails tracing the contours of Caitlin's foot like an artist with a delicate brush. The young athlete's eyes watered and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she squealed and giggled, her toes straining as much as they could against the ties.
The sound of Caitlin's laughter seemed to only spur Sarah on, her nails moving with increased speed and pressure. The room was filled with the sound of Caitlin's panicked squeals, a symphony of tickled despair. Each giggle was a note of sweet music to Sarah's ears, each squirm a testament to her skills. The dominatrix switched to the fur-covered knitting needles, gently poking and prodding at the soft, tender skin between Caitlin's toes.
"Oh my god, no, no, no!" Caitlin's pleas grew more desperate as the needles found their mark, sending shivers up her spine.
"Come on, you can take it," Sarah cooed, her eyes dancing with mirth as she watched Caitlin's body convulse with laughter.
The fur-covered needles continued to explore the nooks and crannies of Caitlin's long toes, finding new spots that made her squirm and gasp for air. The heat from the lamp had really worked to intensify the sensation, making her feet slick with sweat and the warmth making her nerves much more sensitive to each poke and prod. Her stomach muscles began to ache from the uncontrollable giggles, and she could feel her face growing flush from the overwhelming sensations on her feet.
Sarah was meticulous in her approach, her eyes never leaving Caitlin's face as she took mental notes. The spot just below her big toe where the skin was thinnest, the webbing between her toes that made her flinch, the spot on her lower arch that sent her into paroxysms of laughter. Each spot was cataloged in the dominatrix's mind, ready to be revisited with greater precision as the hour progressed. The room echoed with the sound of Caitlin's laughter, a sweet symphony of agony that grew more raucous with every passing minute.
Turning her attention to Angel and Cameron, Sarah began to weave a verbal tapestry of torment. "Thanks to your Wikifeet pages I've already seen your long, suckable toes ladies" she said, her voice a purr as she pointed to Angel's size 13's. "So plump and sexy, just begging to be tickled." Angel blushed and flexed her socked toes. "And you," she said, switching her gaze to Cameron's size 13.5's, "I bet you've got the smoothest, longest and maybe the most sensitive soles in the league. We'll find out soon enough."
Cameron's eyes went wide, and she swallowed hard. "Please," she begged, "I can't handle three hours of this!" As she stared terrified at Caitlin Clark in hysterics as she had her restrained toes played with.
"You should have arrived on time then sweety," Sarah said, her smile never leaving her lips, "your turn will come soon enough." With the precision of a surgeon, she switched between using her nails and the fur-covered knitting needles on Caitlin's feet, exploring every inch with a sadistic delight that had the other two rookies on the edge of their seats.
Angel and Cameron watched, their eyes wide with fear and fascination. Despite their own impending doom, they couldn't help but be drawn into the spectacle. Each giggle and squeal from Caitlin's lips was a reminder of the fate that awaited them.
"Alright, darling," Sarah said after what felt like an eternity of tickling. She placed the feather and knitting needles aside and leaned back, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Let's give you a break. You've been such a good sport."
Caitlin panted heavily, her eyes brimming with tears of laughter. The painful pleasure had been intense, but she had made it through. Or so she thought.
"Now, now," Sarah said, her voice a soft purr, "don't get too comfortable. I have a little... proposal for you." She held up a sleek, black vibrator, its buzzing head glistening with lubricant. "If you're feeling up to it, we can switch things up. I won't tickle your feet anymore tonight if you agree to let me play with this instead."
Caitlin's eyes widened at the site of a large black vibrator, her heart racing. The idea of having the torturous tickling stop was tempting, but the thought of a vibrator on her most sensitive spot was equally terrifying. "What... what do you mean?" she stuttered, her voice a mix of confusion and dread.
"It's simple, my dear," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to see how many times you can climax in fifteen minutes." She placed the vibrator against the arch of Caitlin's right foot, the buzzing sending shockwaves through the young player's body.
"Or...I can see how you like it pressed into your arches...say in that little spot right before your arch meets your heel?"
The vibrator glided along Caitlin's foot, the vibrations intense and unyielding. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a deep tickling that had her squirming in the chair. She could feel her toes curling and her body tense as the buzzing grew louder, the vibrations working their way into her very soul.
Sarah leaned in, her breath hot against Caitlin's ear. "Choose, my sweet," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "The clit, or more foot tickling?"
The room grew even quieter as Angel and Cameron watched, their eyes wide with shock and a hint of curiosity. The Bayou Barbie's size 13s twitched in their stocks, and Cameron's 13.5s looked like they were trying to escape the heat lamp's embrace. The atmosphere in the chamber was thick with the scent of arousal, the air charged with the electricity of a new, unspoken challenge.
Caitlin's mind raced as the vibrator danced along her arch, the buzzing feeling like a thousand tiny fingers tickling her all at once. She looked up at Sarah, her chest heaving with anticipation. The dominatrix's eyes were filled with excitement and a hint of something else—a promise of a release so intense it could only come from the brink of madness.
With a trembling voice, Caitlin made her choice. "Make me cum," she whispered, the words barely audible over the hum of the vibrator.
Sarah's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer. "As you wish," she murmured. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Caitlin's Nike leggings down, exposing her midsection and the top of her lacy panties. Caitlin's skin was flushed pink from the intensity of her previous tickling.
The dominatrix positioned the large, powerful vibrator against the damp fabric that covered Caitlin's mound. The buzzing grew louder, resonating through the room like a bass note of desire. Caitlin's body jolted at the first touch, a gasp escaping her lips. She felt her clit throb in response, the anticipation building like a storm inside her.
"You've got fifteen minutes," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She started a timer on her phone, the digital numbers counting down from 900 with a cruel, relentless tick. "Let's see what you're made of, rookie."
Caitlin took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes squeezed shut as the vibrator's powerful rumble began to pulse against her clit. The sensation was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the scream that was building in her chest.
Angel and Cameron watched, their expressions a mix of horror and fascination. The sight of the national sensation, the usually stoic and composed Caitlin Clark, writhing in pleasure was surreal. They could feel their own arousal building, despite their fear of what was to come.
Sarah's skilled hands moved the vibrator in a pattern that Caitlin had never felt before. The intensity grew, and with it, so did her moans. Her legs began to quiver, and she felt the first waves of an orgasm building deep within her. "Fuck, oh fuck!" she gasped as the first wave crashed over her.
The vibrator didn't stop. If anything, the buzzing grew louder, more insistent. Sarah leaned in, whispering sweet nothings in Caitlin's ear as she worked the device against her clit with a precision that was almost scientific. "Again," she urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Let me feel you come again."
Caitlin's body was a live wire, her muscles taut with tension. She could feel the beginnings of another climax, and she knew she was going to give in. The sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. She threw her head back, her hair sticking to her sweat-drenched neck as she moaned, her hips bucking up into the air.
"Again," Sarah whispered, her voice a seductive coo in Caitlin's ear. The vibrator remained in place, the buzzing unrelenting. Caitlin could feel her third orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that she could do nothing to resist. She was at the mercy of the dominatrix's skilled hands and the power of the vibrator.
Her body writhed and arched, her toes curling in the velvet-lined toe ties as the vibrations grew more intense. She was lost in a world of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The digital timer counted down relentlessly, each second feeling like an eternity as she approached her next peak.
Sarah watched with a mix of awe and satisfaction as Caitlin's body responded to her expert ministrations. The young player's slender form was a canvas of desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Again, baby," she murmured, increasing the vibrator's speed. "Show me how much you can take."
The room was a cacophony of sounds: the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator and the crescendo of Caitlin's moans. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her stomach muscles clenched as she approached her fourth orgasm. The other rookies were transfixed, their own bodies responding to the erotic scene playing out before them.
Sarah's eyes narrowed in concentration as she pushed Caitlin closer and closer to the edge. The timer only had 1 minute remaining. "One more," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "You can do it."
With a final, desperate cry, Caitlin's body convulsed in the chair, her fifth orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tornado. She collapsed against the chair, panting heavily, her legs quivering uncontrollably. Sarah turned off the vibrator and stepped back, her own breathing slightly labored from the excitement.
The dominatrix leaned over Caitlin, planting a soft kiss on her sweat-drenched forehead. "You did so well," she whispered, her eyes filled with genuine admiration. She turned to the other two rookies, her smile as warm and inviting as a sunrise. "Now, who's next...Angel?"
To be continued
Starring
Caitlin Clark
Angel Reese
Cameron Brink
"So, you think you've got what it takes to be a real WNBA player, huh?" The veteran player's voice was a blend of challenge and amusement as she leaned in closer to Caitlin, her eyes glinting with mischief. Caitlin, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, took a sip of her drink, trying to play it cool. She had always heard about the secret rituals that took place during the draft weekend, but never thought she'd actually be a part of one.
"Well, I'm ready for anything," Caitlin replied, raising her chin slightly. The music from the after-party was thumping in the background, the air thick with anticipation. The other rookies whispered among themselves, throwing glances her way as they speculated on what the initiation might entail.
The veteran handed Caitlin a small, folded note with an address scribbled in red ink. "You're the first one to go to Sarah's. Don't be late, and remember, you do whatever she says for that hour. It's part of the deal." Caitlin nodded, her heart racing as she slipped the note into her pocket. The thought of facing an unknown challenge sent a thrill down her spine.
As the clock ticked closer to midnight, Caitlin made her way through the bustling city streets to the nondescript building. The door was unmarked, but the number matched the one on her paper. She took a deep breath and pushed it open, stepping into a dimly lit hallway that smelled faintly of leather and vanilla. A soft voice called out, "You must be Caitlin."
Sarah, the dominatrix, emerged from the shadows, her petite frame surprisingly commanding. She wore a black catsuit that hugged her curves and had a whip coiled around her waist. "Welcome," she said, her eyes sparkling as they fell to Caitlin's size 10.5 sneakers. "Let's get started, shall we?"
Caitlin followed her into a cozy, dimly lit room that was more like a luxurious lounge than a dungeon. There was a plush chair in the center, surrounded by velvet cushions and soft lighting. The walls were adorned with framed photos of various WNBA players, their expressions ranging from apprehension to euphoria. Caitlin felt her stomach flip as she realized this was no ordinary initiation.
Sarah gestured to the chair. "Take a seat, darling. Make yourself comfortable." Her voice was smooth and calming, despite the tension in the air. As Caitlin sat, she noticed that the chair had been specially designed to expose her feet perfectly. The dominatrix knelt before her, her eyes locked on Caitlin's size 10.5 sneakers. "Ah, just as I like them," she murmured, her pupils dilating slightly.
It was clear that Sarah had an insatiable fetish for women's feet, especially those of the tall and powerful athletes that walked the WNBA courts. Her collection of tickling instruments was displayed neatly on a nearby table, each tool designed to elicit the most exquisite of sensations from her unsuspecting clients. Caitlin's heart hammered in her chest as she watched Sarah select a feather from the array, her anticipation building like the crescendo of a symphony.
Sarah instructed Caitlin to place her ankles in the stocks built into the ottoman, which were padded with velvet to prevent any discomfort. Caitlin obeyed, feeling the cool metal clamp around her ankles with a firm but gentle pressure. The stocks held her feet at a perfect height for Sarah to reach.
With a dramatic flair, Sarah clicked the padlock shut, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot in the stillness of the night. Caitlin's eyes widened, and she took in a sharp breath, the reality of her situation sinking in. She was now at the mercy of this pint-sized powerhouse, her fate tied to the whims of the feather that danced in Sarah's hand.
"Now, I'm sure you're wondering what this little initiation is all about," Sarah began, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "It's simple, really. You see, in this league, we have a tradition of welcoming new talent with a... shall we say, unique experience." She traced the tip of the feather along Caitlin's still sneaker clad instep. "An hour of pure, unbridled foot tickling. Just you, me, and these lovely size 10.5's."
Caitlin swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool. She knew she had to endure this to be accepted into the league's inner circle. "Okay, let's get this over with," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, it's not something to rush through, darling. You'll find that the anticipation is part of the fun." She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Caitlin's ankles. "Now, let's get these sneakers off, shall we?"
With a swift, practiced motion, Sarah untied Caitlin's shoelaces and gently slid off her sneakers. Caitlin felt a rush of cool air against her socks as her feet were revealed. The dominatrix gaze lingered on the socks, her tongue tracing the corner of her lips as she took in the sight of Caitlin's long, sock covered toes.
Sarah leaned back on her haunches, her eyes never leaving Caitlin's. "Everyone's different. Some can't stand the sensation of bare skin being tickled, while others find it heavenly. And then there are those whose feet are like fine instruments, more responsive when covered in fabric." She gave a knowing smile. "I've had my fair share of rookies, and let me tell you, the reactions are as varied as the stars in the sky."
Sarah nodded approvingly. "Good choice," she said, before moving to a control panel on the wall. With the flick of a switch, a heat lamp above the chair flickered to life, casting an orange glow on Caitlin's legs. The warmth began to spread, enveloping her feet like a gentle embrace. The socks grew warm and snug, the fabric clinging to her skin as the heat intensified.
Just as Caitlin was getting accustomed to the heat, Sarah's phone beeped, pulling her from her thoughts. The dominatrix checked the screen, her smile growing wider. "Looks like your friends couldn't wait to join us," she said, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Angel Reese and Cameron Brink are here two and three hours early. How delightful."
The door swung open and in walked Angel Reese. She had a cocky smirk on her face, but it faded as she caught sight of Caitlin's predicament. "Looks like the Bayou Barbie is going to be here for two hours," Sarah announced, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Angel's smirk was replaced by a look of horror as she realized what was in store for her.
Cameron trailed in behind Angel, her size 13.5 feet looking even larger in the intimate setting. The sight of the two of them standing there, about to be at the mercy of Sarah's tickling torments, sent a shiver down Caitlin's spine. "And you, my dear," Sarah said, her gaze raking over Cameron, "You'll be here for three hours. Plenty of time to get to know those long, smooth soles of yours."
Angel's eyes widened in horror as she took in the sight of Caitlin's feet, already under the heat lamp. "Please, no," she whimpered, her bravado evaporating. "My feet are so sensitive!"
Cameron paled, her hand flying to her mouth. "Three hours?" she squeaked. "But I thought it was just a rumor!"
Sarah just winked at them. "You should have arrived when you were told girls, now it's extra time for both of you in the stocks, plenty of time for your big feet to warm up under the heat lamps" she said, her voice like honey. "But fear not, my dears. This is a sacred rite of passage, one that every top draft pick has endured. Now, if you don't mind, take a seat and make yourselves comfortable." She gestured to two identical chairs, each with their own set of stocks.
With a heavy sigh, Angel slumped into one of the chairs, her massive size 13s looking comically out of place in the delicate contraption. She gingerly placed her ankles into the velvet-lined clamps and watched as Sarah locked them in place. The same process was repeated for Cameron, her even larger size 13.5 feet looking almost comical in the dainty stocks.
The room grew tense as the three rookies stared at each other, the reality of their situation setting in. Caitlin took a deep breath, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. "Let's get started," she said, her voice a mix of defiance and apprehension.
Sarah's smile grew even wider, and she stepped closer to Caitlin, the light from the lamp making her pink socks practically glow. She gently peeled the thick pink socks off, her eyes never leaving the young athlete's face. "I'll still be starting with you," she said, her voice a soft purr.
Caitlin's size 10.5 feet were indeed a sight to behold. They were long and slender, with a medium arch that gave them a graceful curve. Her toes were long and elegant, each one tapering to a perfectly rounded tip. The skin was smooth and unblemished, a soft pink color that seemed to glisten under the soft light. Each toe was perfectly spaced, the second and third toes slightly longer than the rest, creating an alluring fan that was bound to drive the tickling aficionado wild.
"Hold your toes back," Sarah instructed, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Caitlin did as she was told, feeling a bead of sweat form on her forehead as she held her long toes back towards the stocks. "Good girl," the dominatrix cooed, placing a single chopstick behind Caitlin's feet. "If you can keep this here," she tapped the chopstick gently, "you won't have to deal with the toe ties."
Sarah walked over to Angel, who had her eyes squeezed shut, her knuckles white as she gripped the arms of the chair. "Don't worry," she said soothingly, "it'll all be over soon enough." With surprising strength, she unlaced the Bayou Barbie's size 13 sneakers, the room seemingly holding its breath as she revealed the thick, padded socks beneath.
Angel's feet were long and her arch was shallow. The socks she had chosen were a stark contrast to Caitlin's playful pinks. They were black and covered in a swirl of glittery fabric that made them look almost sinister. Sarah took her time, her eyes drinking in the sight of those massive size 13's.
Cameron's feet were a spectacle all their own, the size 13.5's a testament to her towering height. Her socks were a simple black, but they couldn't hide the sheer size of her feet. Sarah licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
With the grace of a ballet dancer, Sarah positioned two heat lamps on adjustable arms, one for each of the trembling rookies. She flipped the switches with a flourish, the soft hum of the machines filling the room as they warmed up. The air grew heavy with the scent of heat and anticipation.
"Now superstar, let's see how you handle a little... pressure," Sarah said, her eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. She approached Caitlin first, a feather in one hand and a set of fur-covered knitting needles in the other. "These are for those pesky in-between spaces...I love tickling you ball players between your long toes, they can never scrunch down enough to save themselves," she explained, her smile widening. "I'm going to find the space between your toes that makes you laugh until your stomach hurts."
Caitlin took a deep breath and nodded, trying to mentally prepare herself for the onslaught. The dominatrix leaned in, her breath hot against Caitlin's bare foot. "You're going to feel every stroke, every poke, every... flutter," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Caitlin's. "You're going to squeal, laugh, beg, and maybe even scream. But remember," she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a seductive murmur, "you can't move your toes, or I restrain them myself."
The first touch of the feather against Caitlin's arch was like an electric shock. She gasped and jerked her foot forward instinctively, the chopstick clattered to the floor. "Oops," Sarah said, her smile never wavering. "Looks like you've earned yourself some extra attention." Sarah proceeded to tie Caitlin's toes back one by one with a deftness that spoke of years of practice. The nylon loops were firm but not painful, effectively immobilizing the young player's feet and leaving her smooth, lengthy soles taut and helpless.
Caitlin felt a bead of sweat trickle down her forehead as the feather began to waft around her toes. The sensation was unbearable, like a thousand tiny ants marching in a tickling conga line across her skin. She bit her lip, her eyes watering with the effort to hold back her laughter. The other two rookies watched in silent horror, their own feet now exposed and waiting for their turns under the relentless tickle torture.
The feather's gentle caress grew more persistent, fluttering along the soles and between her toes, making her squirm in the chair. Sarah's eyes gleamed with delight as she watched Caitlin's struggle, her hand never pausing in its relentless motion. Caitlin's giggles grew louder, and she felt the pressure in her stomach build as she desperately fought the urge to laugh. But it was no use; the tickling was too much, too overwhelming.
Her first squeal of the night pierced the air, and Sarah's smile grew even wider. "Ah, music to my ears," she murmured, setting the feather aside for the moment. She reached for Caitlin's foot again, her manicured nails glinting in the soft light. The nails were short but sharp, and Caitlin felt them dig ever so slightly into her skin as the dominatrix began to trace intricate patterns across the sensitive arches of her feet.
Angel and Cameron watched in horror, their own feet now baking under the heat lamps. They could feel the beginnings of the torture they were about to endure, their toes starting to tingle and twitch involuntarily.
"Remember, keep those toes back," Sarah teased, knowing Caitlin couldn't move her toes. "You're doing so well, Caitlin," she crooned, her nails tracing the contours of Caitlin's foot like an artist with a delicate brush. The young athlete's eyes watered and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she squealed and giggled, her toes straining as much as they could against the ties.
The sound of Caitlin's laughter seemed to only spur Sarah on, her nails moving with increased speed and pressure. The room was filled with the sound of Caitlin's panicked squeals, a symphony of tickled despair. Each giggle was a note of sweet music to Sarah's ears, each squirm a testament to her skills. The dominatrix switched to the fur-covered knitting needles, gently poking and prodding at the soft, tender skin between Caitlin's toes.
"Oh my god, no, no, no!" Caitlin's pleas grew more desperate as the needles found their mark, sending shivers up her spine.
"Come on, you can take it," Sarah cooed, her eyes dancing with mirth as she watched Caitlin's body convulse with laughter.
The fur-covered needles continued to explore the nooks and crannies of Caitlin's long toes, finding new spots that made her squirm and gasp for air. The heat from the lamp had really worked to intensify the sensation, making her feet slick with sweat and the warmth making her nerves much more sensitive to each poke and prod. Her stomach muscles began to ache from the uncontrollable giggles, and she could feel her face growing flush from the overwhelming sensations on her feet.
Sarah was meticulous in her approach, her eyes never leaving Caitlin's face as she took mental notes. The spot just below her big toe where the skin was thinnest, the webbing between her toes that made her flinch, the spot on her lower arch that sent her into paroxysms of laughter. Each spot was cataloged in the dominatrix's mind, ready to be revisited with greater precision as the hour progressed. The room echoed with the sound of Caitlin's laughter, a sweet symphony of agony that grew more raucous with every passing minute.
Turning her attention to Angel and Cameron, Sarah began to weave a verbal tapestry of torment. "Thanks to your Wikifeet pages I've already seen your long, suckable toes ladies" she said, her voice a purr as she pointed to Angel's size 13's. "So plump and sexy, just begging to be tickled." Angel blushed and flexed her socked toes. "And you," she said, switching her gaze to Cameron's size 13.5's, "I bet you've got the smoothest, longest and maybe the most sensitive soles in the league. We'll find out soon enough."
Cameron's eyes went wide, and she swallowed hard. "Please," she begged, "I can't handle three hours of this!" As she stared terrified at Caitlin Clark in hysterics as she had her restrained toes played with.
"You should have arrived on time then sweety," Sarah said, her smile never leaving her lips, "your turn will come soon enough." With the precision of a surgeon, she switched between using her nails and the fur-covered knitting needles on Caitlin's feet, exploring every inch with a sadistic delight that had the other two rookies on the edge of their seats.
Angel and Cameron watched, their eyes wide with fear and fascination. Despite their own impending doom, they couldn't help but be drawn into the spectacle. Each giggle and squeal from Caitlin's lips was a reminder of the fate that awaited them.
"Alright, darling," Sarah said after what felt like an eternity of tickling. She placed the feather and knitting needles aside and leaned back, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "Let's give you a break. You've been such a good sport."
Caitlin panted heavily, her eyes brimming with tears of laughter. The painful pleasure had been intense, but she had made it through. Or so she thought.
"Now, now," Sarah said, her voice a soft purr, "don't get too comfortable. I have a little... proposal for you." She held up a sleek, black vibrator, its buzzing head glistening with lubricant. "If you're feeling up to it, we can switch things up. I won't tickle your feet anymore tonight if you agree to let me play with this instead."
Caitlin's eyes widened at the site of a large black vibrator, her heart racing. The idea of having the torturous tickling stop was tempting, but the thought of a vibrator on her most sensitive spot was equally terrifying. "What... what do you mean?" she stuttered, her voice a mix of confusion and dread.
"It's simple, my dear," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I want to see how many times you can climax in fifteen minutes." She placed the vibrator against the arch of Caitlin's right foot, the buzzing sending shockwaves through the young player's body.
"Or...I can see how you like it pressed into your arches...say in that little spot right before your arch meets your heel?"
The vibrator glided along Caitlin's foot, the vibrations intense and unyielding. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a deep tickling that had her squirming in the chair. She could feel her toes curling and her body tense as the buzzing grew louder, the vibrations working their way into her very soul.
Sarah leaned in, her breath hot against Caitlin's ear. "Choose, my sweet," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "The clit, or more foot tickling?"
The room grew even quieter as Angel and Cameron watched, their eyes wide with shock and a hint of curiosity. The Bayou Barbie's size 13s twitched in their stocks, and Cameron's 13.5s looked like they were trying to escape the heat lamp's embrace. The atmosphere in the chamber was thick with the scent of arousal, the air charged with the electricity of a new, unspoken challenge.
Caitlin's mind raced as the vibrator danced along her arch, the buzzing feeling like a thousand tiny fingers tickling her all at once. She looked up at Sarah, her chest heaving with anticipation. The dominatrix's eyes were filled with excitement and a hint of something else—a promise of a release so intense it could only come from the brink of madness.
With a trembling voice, Caitlin made her choice. "Make me cum," she whispered, the words barely audible over the hum of the vibrator.
Sarah's smile grew wider, and she leaned in closer. "As you wish," she murmured. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled Caitlin's Nike leggings down, exposing her midsection and the top of her lacy panties. Caitlin's skin was flushed pink from the intensity of her previous tickling.
The dominatrix positioned the large, powerful vibrator against the damp fabric that covered Caitlin's mound. The buzzing grew louder, resonating through the room like a bass note of desire. Caitlin's body jolted at the first touch, a gasp escaping her lips. She felt her clit throb in response, the anticipation building like a storm inside her.
"You've got fifteen minutes," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She started a timer on her phone, the digital numbers counting down from 900 with a cruel, relentless tick. "Let's see what you're made of, rookie."
Caitlin took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes squeezed shut as the vibrator's powerful rumble began to pulse against her clit. The sensation was intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the scream that was building in her chest.
Angel and Cameron watched, their expressions a mix of horror and fascination. The sight of the national sensation, the usually stoic and composed Caitlin Clark, writhing in pleasure was surreal. They could feel their own arousal building, despite their fear of what was to come.
Sarah's skilled hands moved the vibrator in a pattern that Caitlin had never felt before. The intensity grew, and with it, so did her moans. Her legs began to quiver, and she felt the first waves of an orgasm building deep within her. "Fuck, oh fuck!" she gasped as the first wave crashed over her.
The vibrator didn't stop. If anything, the buzzing grew louder, more insistent. Sarah leaned in, whispering sweet nothings in Caitlin's ear as she worked the device against her clit with a precision that was almost scientific. "Again," she urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Let me feel you come again."
Caitlin's body was a live wire, her muscles taut with tension. She could feel the beginnings of another climax, and she knew she was going to give in. The sensations were too intense, too overwhelming. She threw her head back, her hair sticking to her sweat-drenched neck as she moaned, her hips bucking up into the air.
"Again," Sarah whispered, her voice a seductive coo in Caitlin's ear. The vibrator remained in place, the buzzing unrelenting. Caitlin could feel her third orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure that she could do nothing to resist. She was at the mercy of the dominatrix's skilled hands and the power of the vibrator.
Her body writhed and arched, her toes curling in the velvet-lined toe ties as the vibrations grew more intense. She was lost in a world of sensation, a symphony of pleasure that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The digital timer counted down relentlessly, each second feeling like an eternity as she approached her next peak.
Sarah watched with a mix of awe and satisfaction as Caitlin's body responded to her expert ministrations. The young player's slender form was a canvas of desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure. "Again, baby," she murmured, increasing the vibrator's speed. "Show me how much you can take."
The room was a cacophony of sounds: the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator and the crescendo of Caitlin's moans. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her stomach muscles clenched as she approached her fourth orgasm. The other rookies were transfixed, their own bodies responding to the erotic scene playing out before them.
Sarah's eyes narrowed in concentration as she pushed Caitlin closer and closer to the edge. The timer only had 1 minute remaining. "One more," she whispered, her voice a siren's call. "You can do it."
With a final, desperate cry, Caitlin's body convulsed in the chair, her fifth orgasm ripping through her with the force of a tornado. She collapsed against the chair, panting heavily, her legs quivering uncontrollably. Sarah turned off the vibrator and stepped back, her own breathing slightly labored from the excitement.
The dominatrix leaned over Caitlin, planting a soft kiss on her sweat-drenched forehead. "You did so well," she whispered, her eyes filled with genuine admiration. She turned to the other two rookies, her smile as warm and inviting as a sunrise. "Now, who's next...Angel?"
To be continued
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