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Part 2
Caitlin Clark is released and the focus is now turned to Angel Reese and Cameron Brink.
As Sarah unlaced Caitlin's long toes from the toe ties, unlocked her stocks, and uncuffed her wrists. Caitlin almost fell as she got up so fast to run out of the room.
With a dramatic flair, the dominatrix turned to Angel and Cameron. "Now, who's ready to take the next step in your WNBA journey?" Her eyes glinted with excitement as she strolled over to the table, selecting a new set of tools. "Angel, my love, I've heard about your sweet toes and how sensitive they are."
Angel's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she felt a sudden warmth in the pit of her stomach. Despite her fear, there was something strangely alluring about the way Sarah spoke about her feet. She gulped, trying to compose herself as the woman approached her chair.
"Now, my dear," Sarah said, her voice like a serpent coaxing its prey, "I've got a little game for you and Cameron. Since you're both so eager to avoid the tickling, I'll give you a chance to save yourselves... by turning on each other."
Angel and Cameron exchanged nervous glances, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "What do you mean?" Angel managed to croak out, her throat dry as dust.
Sarah's smile grew even more mischievous as she leaned against the velvet-covered chair. "It's quite simple," she began, her eyes flicking between the two of them, "I'm going to tickle one of you, and the other will have to direct me on how to tickle the other. If I don't like the instructions, I'll ball gag you and give your soles a full minute of hairbrush tickling."
The mention of the hairbrush sent a shiver down Angel's spine, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. She looked over at Cameron, whose eyes were wide with fear. The two of them had known each other for a while, having faced off against each other in college games. They had a mutual respect, but this...this was something entirely different.
Sarah's smile grew even wider. "Ah, but that's the beauty of this little game," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "You're both going to get a taste of the same medicine. Now, let's get those socks off," she said, her eyes glinting as she reached for the edge of Angel's socks.
With a gentle tug, the socks slid off, revealing Angel's size 13 feet. They were tender, sweaty and in turn, unbearably sensitive to touch from being under the heat lamps for so long. The anticipation of the tickling was almost too much to bear, and Angel felt her heart racing in her chest. She stared at her feet, unable to look up at the dominatrix.
"Look at me, darling," Sarah instructed, her voice velvety smooth. Angel's gaze reluctantly met hers, and she saw the excitement in the woman's eyes. The thrill of the game was palpable, and despite her fear, Angel felt a strange sense of arousal.
"Ready?" Sarah asked, her fingers wiggling in the air like the legs of a giant spider about to pounce. "Remember, if I don't like your instructions, I'll tickle those gorgeous size 13's of yours."
Angel swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the twitching digits. The room's temperature seemed to have risen several degrees, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'm ready."
Sarah leaned back with a smug smile, her fingers continuing to dance before her. "Good," she said, "Because we're going to have some fun, aren't we?" She picked up the hairbrush and a small jar of baby oil, her gaze never leaving Angel's face. "Now, tell me, Bayou Barbie," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "where do you want me to tickle Cameron?"
The pressure was on, and Angel felt the weight of her decision in her stomach. She knew Cameron's feet were just as sensitive as hers, and the thought of the other rookie's suffering was almost too much to bear. But she also knew that if she didn't play the game, it would be her own feet in the crosshairs.
"Her... her soles," Angel managed to croak out, her eyes never leaving the hairbrush in Sarah's hand. "Start with her soles."
Sarah's smile grew even wider, and she turned to Cameron, who had gone a shade paler. "Is that what you want, love?" she asked, her voice taunting.
Cameron gulped, her eyes darting from Angel's to Sarah's.
"Good," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, Angel, remember, you're in charge. If you don't tell me where to tickle, I'll just have to go back to tickling you."
Angel took a deep breath and pointed at the edge of Cameron's socks. "Start there," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Sarah nodded and leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. With agonizing slowness, she began to peel back the socks, inch by inch, the fabric clinging to Cameron's sweat-soaked skin. Each pass of her thumbs against the sensitive flesh had Cameron squirming and biting her lip to keep from crying out.
"Now, remember, Angel," Sarah said sweetly, "you're in control. Tell me where to go next."
Angel took a deep breath, her eyes flickering down to Cameron's exposed soles. "Start at the heels," she managed, her voice trembling. "
Sarah chuckled, a dark delight in her eyes. She took a feather from the array of instruments and gently dragged it up and down the tender skin of Cameron's large globular pink heels. Cameron's toes curled and uncurled in their restraints as she fought the urge to giggle.
"Does that feel nice, Cameron?" Sarah mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that the kind of sweet agony you want to dish out?"
Cameron's eyes watered as she nodded frantically. "Yes," she gasped. "Her...her arches. Do her arches."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she turned her attention back to Angel. "Very well," she said, her voice a purr. She picked up the feather once more and approached the Bayou Barbie's chair.
The feather danced over the shallow arch of Angel, teasing the sensitive skin of her arches. Angel's eyes grew wide with horror as she felt the beginnings of a giggle bubble up in her chest. "No, please!" she begged, her voice a whimper.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, so you're a sensitive one, are you?" She pressed the feather harder, her own excitement growing with every desperate plea that escaped Angel's lips.
The giggles grew louder as the feather tickling grew more intense, but Angel managed to push through the sensation to save her own feet. "Her arches!" she yelled, pointing at Cameron's soles. "Use your fingernails on her high arches!"
Sarah's eyes lit up at the idea, and she turned her gaze to Cameron's massive soles. The young player's arches were indeed extraordinary, so lengthy and high. "Ah, yes," she murmured, her voice dripping with excitement. "Such lovely, sensitive arches. So high that they probably have never touched the ground...almost...virgin arches"
Cameron's breath hitched as the feather was replaced with Sarah's sharp, pointed nails. The dominatrix approached her chair with a predatory grace, her eyes locked on huge pale soles that were now trembling before her.
"Please, no!" she begged, her voice thick with desperation. "Not on my arches, they're too sensitive!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sarah was a woman on a mission, and she was not one to be swayed by a rookie's cries for mercy.
With a wicked smile, she turned her attention to Cameron's long narrow arch of her left foot, her nails gliding over the sensitive skin with the grace of a ballet dancer. Cameron's eyes squeezed shut, and she clenched her fists in the chair, her body rigid with the effort of holding in her laughter. But it was no use. The tickling was too much, and she soon burst into a fit of giggles, her face reddening with each breathless gasp for air.
"NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Please, stop!" she managed to get out between peals of laughter, her voice high and desperate. "I can't... I can't take it!"
"Oh, but you can, darling," Sarah purred, her nails dancing over Cameron's arch with a teasing lightness that was somehow more maddening than the pressure she had applied to Caitlin's feet. "You're doing so well. Just remember to direct me to Angel's if you want it to end."
Cameron's eyes were watering with the effort to regain control. "Alright! Her toes! Tickle between her toes!!" she shouted.
Sarah's eyes gleamed as she switched her focus to Angel's feet. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her gaze lingering on the Bayou Barbie's gorgeous long toes. They were long and elegant, Her toes were painted white and they had a slight shallow curve that begged for her touch.
With a soft chuckle, she began to tie Angel's toes back to the stocks, one by one. The process was meticulous and almost loving, as if she were tying back the delicate petals of a flower. The leather cords sunk into the soft skin of Angel's feet, pulling her toes into an arc that exposed the tender undersides. "Now, let's see if those pretty toes of yours can handle the same treatment," she said, her voice a sweet caress in the tense silence.
Sarah reached over to her table of tickle tools and grabbed two electric toothbrushes, one in each hand. The blue lights on their handles flickered to life, casting a cold, clinical glow over the room. She approached Angel's chair, the buzz of the toothbrushes echoing in the stillness.
"Spread those toes darling," Sarah said sweetly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let's get those toes warmed up." Angel's eyes went wide with terror, but she complied, spreading her toes slightly. Sarah placed the bristles of one toothbrush on the soft flesh between her second and third toe, the vibrations sending a jolt through the rookie's body.
Angel's laugh was immediate and high-pitched, a sound that was music to the dominatrix's ears. She moved the toothbrush up and down the length of each of Angels gorgeous, long toes, making sure to spend lots of time in the spaces in between. the bristles dancing over the sensitive skin with a precision that spoke of years of practice.
Cameron couldn't help but watch, her own feet still in the stocks, her arches still tingling from the intense tickling she had just received. Despite her own discomfort, she felt a strange fascination watching the scene unfold before her. The sight of Angel's toes being worked over by the buzzing toothbrush was strangely mesmerizing.
"Now, now," Sarah said, her voice a gentle reprimand, "you're supposed to tell me how I should tickle Cameron next. But it seems you're having too much fun to focus."
Angel's giggles turned to squeals as the toothbrushes continued their merciless dance on her toes. She tried to remember the rule, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal. "I... I can't think!" she gasped, her eyes watering with laughter.
Sarah's smile was a mix of amusement and triumph. "Well, then it seems we have a little problem," she said, her voice a silky threat. She stepped back, the toothbrushes still in her hands, and reached for a red ball gag and a hairbrush with stiff, plastic bristles. "If you can't play by the rules, then I'll just have to punish you."
With surprising gentleness, she placed the gag in Angel's mouth, fastening the straps around her head until it was secure. Sarah leaned down, her breath warm against the rookie's ear. "This is REALLY going to tickle Angel," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Angel shook her head frantically as Sarah took her spot in front of her helpless, soft, tenderized bare soles and playfully wiggled two plastic bristled hair brushes at Angel.
To be continued
Caitlin Clark is released and the focus is now turned to Angel Reese and Cameron Brink.
As Sarah unlaced Caitlin's long toes from the toe ties, unlocked her stocks, and uncuffed her wrists. Caitlin almost fell as she got up so fast to run out of the room.
With a dramatic flair, the dominatrix turned to Angel and Cameron. "Now, who's ready to take the next step in your WNBA journey?" Her eyes glinted with excitement as she strolled over to the table, selecting a new set of tools. "Angel, my love, I've heard about your sweet toes and how sensitive they are."
Angel's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she felt a sudden warmth in the pit of her stomach. Despite her fear, there was something strangely alluring about the way Sarah spoke about her feet. She gulped, trying to compose herself as the woman approached her chair.
"Now, my dear," Sarah said, her voice like a serpent coaxing its prey, "I've got a little game for you and Cameron. Since you're both so eager to avoid the tickling, I'll give you a chance to save yourselves... by turning on each other."
Angel and Cameron exchanged nervous glances, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "What do you mean?" Angel managed to croak out, her throat dry as dust.
Sarah's smile grew even more mischievous as she leaned against the velvet-covered chair. "It's quite simple," she began, her eyes flicking between the two of them, "I'm going to tickle one of you, and the other will have to direct me on how to tickle the other. If I don't like the instructions, I'll ball gag you and give your soles a full minute of hairbrush tickling."
The mention of the hairbrush sent a shiver down Angel's spine, and she could feel the blood drain from her face. She looked over at Cameron, whose eyes were wide with fear. The two of them had known each other for a while, having faced off against each other in college games. They had a mutual respect, but this...this was something entirely different.
Sarah's smile grew even wider. "Ah, but that's the beauty of this little game," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "You're both going to get a taste of the same medicine. Now, let's get those socks off," she said, her eyes glinting as she reached for the edge of Angel's socks.
With a gentle tug, the socks slid off, revealing Angel's size 13 feet. They were tender, sweaty and in turn, unbearably sensitive to touch from being under the heat lamps for so long. The anticipation of the tickling was almost too much to bear, and Angel felt her heart racing in her chest. She stared at her feet, unable to look up at the dominatrix.
"Look at me, darling," Sarah instructed, her voice velvety smooth. Angel's gaze reluctantly met hers, and she saw the excitement in the woman's eyes. The thrill of the game was palpable, and despite her fear, Angel felt a strange sense of arousal.
"Ready?" Sarah asked, her fingers wiggling in the air like the legs of a giant spider about to pounce. "Remember, if I don't like your instructions, I'll tickle those gorgeous size 13's of yours."
Angel swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the twitching digits. The room's temperature seemed to have risen several degrees, the anticipation in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'm ready."
Sarah leaned back with a smug smile, her fingers continuing to dance before her. "Good," she said, "Because we're going to have some fun, aren't we?" She picked up the hairbrush and a small jar of baby oil, her gaze never leaving Angel's face. "Now, tell me, Bayou Barbie," she began, her voice a seductive purr, "where do you want me to tickle Cameron?"
The pressure was on, and Angel felt the weight of her decision in her stomach. She knew Cameron's feet were just as sensitive as hers, and the thought of the other rookie's suffering was almost too much to bear. But she also knew that if she didn't play the game, it would be her own feet in the crosshairs.
"Her... her soles," Angel managed to croak out, her eyes never leaving the hairbrush in Sarah's hand. "Start with her soles."
Sarah's smile grew even wider, and she turned to Cameron, who had gone a shade paler. "Is that what you want, love?" she asked, her voice taunting.
Cameron gulped, her eyes darting from Angel's to Sarah's.
"Good," Sarah said, her eyes gleaming. "Now, Angel, remember, you're in charge. If you don't tell me where to tickle, I'll just have to go back to tickling you."
Angel took a deep breath and pointed at the edge of Cameron's socks. "Start there," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Sarah nodded and leaned in, her eyes twinkling with mischief. With agonizing slowness, she began to peel back the socks, inch by inch, the fabric clinging to Cameron's sweat-soaked skin. Each pass of her thumbs against the sensitive flesh had Cameron squirming and biting her lip to keep from crying out.
"Now, remember, Angel," Sarah said sweetly, "you're in control. Tell me where to go next."
Angel took a deep breath, her eyes flickering down to Cameron's exposed soles. "Start at the heels," she managed, her voice trembling. "
Sarah chuckled, a dark delight in her eyes. She took a feather from the array of instruments and gently dragged it up and down the tender skin of Cameron's large globular pink heels. Cameron's toes curled and uncurled in their restraints as she fought the urge to giggle.
"Does that feel nice, Cameron?" Sarah mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that the kind of sweet agony you want to dish out?"
Cameron's eyes watered as she nodded frantically. "Yes," she gasped. "Her...her arches. Do her arches."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she turned her attention back to Angel. "Very well," she said, her voice a purr. She picked up the feather once more and approached the Bayou Barbie's chair.
The feather danced over the shallow arch of Angel, teasing the sensitive skin of her arches. Angel's eyes grew wide with horror as she felt the beginnings of a giggle bubble up in her chest. "No, please!" she begged, her voice a whimper.
Sarah's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, so you're a sensitive one, are you?" She pressed the feather harder, her own excitement growing with every desperate plea that escaped Angel's lips.
The giggles grew louder as the feather tickling grew more intense, but Angel managed to push through the sensation to save her own feet. "Her arches!" she yelled, pointing at Cameron's soles. "Use your fingernails on her high arches!"
Sarah's eyes lit up at the idea, and she turned her gaze to Cameron's massive soles. The young player's arches were indeed extraordinary, so lengthy and high. "Ah, yes," she murmured, her voice dripping with excitement. "Such lovely, sensitive arches. So high that they probably have never touched the ground...almost...virgin arches"
Cameron's breath hitched as the feather was replaced with Sarah's sharp, pointed nails. The dominatrix approached her chair with a predatory grace, her eyes locked on huge pale soles that were now trembling before her.
"Please, no!" she begged, her voice thick with desperation. "Not on my arches, they're too sensitive!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sarah was a woman on a mission, and she was not one to be swayed by a rookie's cries for mercy.
With a wicked smile, she turned her attention to Cameron's long narrow arch of her left foot, her nails gliding over the sensitive skin with the grace of a ballet dancer. Cameron's eyes squeezed shut, and she clenched her fists in the chair, her body rigid with the effort of holding in her laughter. But it was no use. The tickling was too much, and she soon burst into a fit of giggles, her face reddening with each breathless gasp for air.
"NOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA! Please, stop!" she managed to get out between peals of laughter, her voice high and desperate. "I can't... I can't take it!"
"Oh, but you can, darling," Sarah purred, her nails dancing over Cameron's arch with a teasing lightness that was somehow more maddening than the pressure she had applied to Caitlin's feet. "You're doing so well. Just remember to direct me to Angel's if you want it to end."
Cameron's eyes were watering with the effort to regain control. "Alright! Her toes! Tickle between her toes!!" she shouted.
Sarah's eyes gleamed as she switched her focus to Angel's feet. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her gaze lingering on the Bayou Barbie's gorgeous long toes. They were long and elegant, Her toes were painted white and they had a slight shallow curve that begged for her touch.
With a soft chuckle, she began to tie Angel's toes back to the stocks, one by one. The process was meticulous and almost loving, as if she were tying back the delicate petals of a flower. The leather cords sunk into the soft skin of Angel's feet, pulling her toes into an arc that exposed the tender undersides. "Now, let's see if those pretty toes of yours can handle the same treatment," she said, her voice a sweet caress in the tense silence.
Sarah reached over to her table of tickle tools and grabbed two electric toothbrushes, one in each hand. The blue lights on their handles flickered to life, casting a cold, clinical glow over the room. She approached Angel's chair, the buzz of the toothbrushes echoing in the stillness.
"Spread those toes darling," Sarah said sweetly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let's get those toes warmed up." Angel's eyes went wide with terror, but she complied, spreading her toes slightly. Sarah placed the bristles of one toothbrush on the soft flesh between her second and third toe, the vibrations sending a jolt through the rookie's body.
Angel's laugh was immediate and high-pitched, a sound that was music to the dominatrix's ears. She moved the toothbrush up and down the length of each of Angels gorgeous, long toes, making sure to spend lots of time in the spaces in between. the bristles dancing over the sensitive skin with a precision that spoke of years of practice.
Cameron couldn't help but watch, her own feet still in the stocks, her arches still tingling from the intense tickling she had just received. Despite her own discomfort, she felt a strange fascination watching the scene unfold before her. The sight of Angel's toes being worked over by the buzzing toothbrush was strangely mesmerizing.
"Now, now," Sarah said, her voice a gentle reprimand, "you're supposed to tell me how I should tickle Cameron next. But it seems you're having too much fun to focus."
Angel's giggles turned to squeals as the toothbrushes continued their merciless dance on her toes. She tried to remember the rule, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and arousal. "I... I can't think!" she gasped, her eyes watering with laughter.
Sarah's smile was a mix of amusement and triumph. "Well, then it seems we have a little problem," she said, her voice a silky threat. She stepped back, the toothbrushes still in her hands, and reached for a red ball gag and a hairbrush with stiff, plastic bristles. "If you can't play by the rules, then I'll just have to punish you."
With surprising gentleness, she placed the gag in Angel's mouth, fastening the straps around her head until it was secure. Sarah leaned down, her breath warm against the rookie's ear. "This is REALLY going to tickle Angel," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Angel shook her head frantically as Sarah took her spot in front of her helpless, soft, tenderized bare soles and playfully wiggled two plastic bristled hair brushes at Angel.
To be continued
