Ticklemang
TMF Regular
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- Aug 7, 2014
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As a woman of barely 30, Sarah's rise in the legal world was marked by her relentless drive and sharp intellect. Her career trajectory was not without its challenges, especially when she found herself in direct competition with a colleague, Mark Thompson, for a coveted senior partner position at one of the city's most prestigious law firms.
The rivalry had begun rather unexpectedly during a particularly intense case preparation session. The office was buzzing with the energy of impending deadlines, and Sarah, ever focused, had propped her feet up on her desk, her flats discarded for a moment of relief. Mark, passing by her office, noticed this uncharacteristic lapse in her usual pristine professionalism. In a moment that he later claimed was meant to be playful, he dragged a single nail slowly up the sole of her foot.
The reaction was instantaneous. Sarah's feet jerked back, almost knocking over a stack of case files. Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, not just at the invasion of her personal space but at the vulnerability she had momentarily displayed. "Don't ever touch me again," she snapped, her voice icy, her eyes blazing with an intensity that made Mark take a step back.
From that moment, their professional relationship was marked by a subtle yet palpable tension. Sarah's competitive spirit, already formidable, was now fueled by a personal stake. She doubled her efforts, ensuring her work was impeccable, her strategies flawless. Every meeting, every deposition, became a battlefield where she not only had to outperform but also to prove herself against Mark, who, in his attempt at humor, had unintentionally ignited a fire in her.
Her approach was methodical; she analyzed case law with the precision of a surgeon, her arguments in court were both compelling and airtight, and her client management was beyond reproach. Sarah's ability to anticipate outcomes, combined with her relentless pursuit of perfection, set her apart. She was often the first in the office and the last to leave, a testament to her dedication.
The culmination of this rivalry came during a high-profile merger case that would make or break both their careers. The firm's partners were watching closely. Sarah meticulously prepared her strategy, leaving no stone unturned. In the courtroom, her presentation was a masterclass in legal acumen, each point made with the confidence of someone who knew they were the best.
When the verdict came in favor of her client, the partners' decision was unanimous. Sarah was the clear choice for promotion. Her victory was not just a professional triumph but a personal vindication. She had not only bested Mark in their professional duel but had also shown herself to be the more composed, strategic, and ultimately superior candidate.
The promotion came with the understanding that a well-deserved vacation was in order. Sarah, feeling the weight of her recent battles and victories, decided it was time to visit her mother, to decompress and perhaps to better understand the new chapter in her mother's life with Alice. This vacation was not just a break but a moment for Sarah to reflect on her own path, the sacrifices, and the victories, all while navigating the complexities of her mother's relationship with Alice.
As Sarah drove towards her mother's grand estate, her thoughts were a mix of anticipation and concern. She remembered how her life had changed after her mother, Jennifer, had left her father, John, for Alice. Jennifer, always the gentle, nurturing homemaker, had surprised everyone with her decision to leave a stable, albeit unexciting, marriage.
Jennifer's friendship with Alice had been a constant in her life, a bond that had grown over the years. Alice, with her bold personality and open bisexuality, had always been an enigma to Sarah. There was an undeniable allure about her, but Sarah had never been particularly fond of her. There was something about Alice's dominant demeanor, the way she commanded attention, and how she seemed to have an almost magnetic pull on Jennifer that put Sarah on edge.
The divorce had only deepened Sarah's reservations about Alice. She felt that Alice had somehow orchestrated the end of her parents' marriage, a thought she kept to herself, fearing it would upset her mother. While she couldn't deny her mother's newfound happiness, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and betrayal. John, her father, had been left in the wake of this decision, and despite his efforts to be understanding, Sarah saw the pain it caused him.
Despite this, Sarah and Alice maintained a facade of civility. They were never rude to each other, keeping their interactions polite, if somewhat strained, for Jennifer's sake. There were the occasional awkward family gatherings where they had to pretend everything was fine, and Sarah played her part, offering smiles and small talk, all while harboring her reservations about Alice's influence over her mother.
Sarah thought back to the subtle signs, the late-night calls, the secretive smiles, the way Jennifer's mood would lift in Alice's presence. It was clear Alice had become central to Jennifer's life, filling a space that John had left vacant. Alice seemed to bring out a side of Jennifer that Sarah had never seen, a side that was vibrant, bold, and perhaps even a bit daring.
Now, as Sarah approached the house, she pondered the complexity of her mother's new life with Alice. She wondered about the nature of their relationship, how Alice had managed to enchant her mother so completely, and what this meant for Jennifer's happiness and her own relationship with her mother. The dynamic was far from simple, and Sarah was determined to understand it better during her visit.
The sun cast long shadows across the lush lawn of the grand estate where Jennifer and Alice lived, the golden light making the house look even more imposing and beautiful. Jennifer, with her soft, kind eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest heart, hurried to the massive oak door as the bell chimed melodically. Her face brightened with an unmistakable joy as she opened the door to find her daughter, Sarah, standing there with her luggage.
"Sarah! You made it!" Jennifer's voice was a melody of happiness, her arms opening wide to embrace her daughter. Sarah, in her tailored suit that highlighted her no-nonsense demeanor, stepped forward, her arms full but her heart open for her mother. As they hugged, Sarah felt something unexpected around her mother's waist, a hard, caselike sensation under her clothes, but she dismissed it for the moment, focusing instead on the comfort of being back in her mother's arms.
Their day was filled with the tranquil joy of shared activities. First, they visited an upscale spa known for its luxurious treatments. Jennifer opted for a special pedicure, insisting on a treatment that deeply moisturized her feet. "Alice has quite specific tastes," she confessed with a shy smile, her eyes twinkling. Sarah, intrigued, chose the same, marveling at how the warm water and skilled hands made her feel pampered and cared for in a way she rarely allowed herself to experience.
After the spa, they meandered through a vibrant farmer's market, selecting the freshest ingredients for their dinner. Jennifer, with her usual grace, discussed the merits of each vegetable and spice, her hands moving with the familiarity of someone deeply at home with culinary arts. Sarah observed her mother, noting a serene happiness in her that hadn't been there during her marriage to John. The curiosity of what had changed gnawed at her.
The day matured into evening, and as they returned, the house was bathed in the gentle glow of dusk. The sound of the door opening signaled Alice's arrival. She entered with a commanding presence, her heels clicking assertively against the marble floor. "Sarah, always a pleasure," she said, her voice smooth, her eyes assessing, yet there was an undertone of something more, a dominance that Sarah never quite knew how to interpret.
"Hello, Alice," Sarah replied, her voice polite but tinged with the coolness of their strained relationship. Curiosity got the better of her, "How do you afford this place? It's quite impressive."
Alice, with a playful smirk and a dismissive wave of her hand, answered, "I have my ways. Let's just say I'm very good at what I do." Her attention then shifted to Jennifer, who was already moving around the kitchen.
Jennifer was a vision of domesticity, her movements fluid as she set the table with fine china and silverware, the scents from the kitchen promising a culinary delight. Alice approached, her voice lowering to a whisper as she leaned in close to Jennifer, causing her to blush a deep pink. Jennifer nodded subtly, her eyes momentarily flicking towards Sarah, who was watching this exchange with an arched eyebrow.
With dinner preparations nearly complete, Alice, her hand gently guiding Jennifer, said, "Come, we'll be right back, Sarah. Just need to freshen up. Go ahead and unpack all your things in your room," and led Jennifer down the hallway towards their bedroom.
Left alone, Sarah began to unpack her belongings, her mind a whirl of observations and questions. The house was silent except for the soft clinking from the kitchen, and as she placed her clothes in the dresser, Sarah couldn't help but feel there was an undercurrent of secrets, an unspoken narrative weaving through her mother's life with Alice.
After settling into her room, Sarah took a moment to hang her clothes neatly in the wardrobe, her movements precise and methodical. The room was tastefully decorated, with subtle nods to her mother's personality: a vase of fresh flowers, a cozy reading nook, and an antique mirror that reflected the soft light of the setting sun. She appreciated the thoughtfulness, though her mind was still preoccupied with the oddities she had noticed earlier.
Twenty minutes later, Sarah made her way downstairs, her footsteps echoing slightly in the grand hallway. The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, a promise of something delicious. She waited in the dining room, setting her phone down on the table, when she heard the soft murmur of voices from the direction of Alice and Jennifer's room.
Five minutes after her descent, Alice and Jennifer re-emerged. Alice had a smirk playing on her lips, as if privy to some private amusement. Jennifer, in contrast, seemed in a rush, her face flushed and her eyes avoiding Sarah's gaze. There was an air of distraction about her, almost as if she were lost in thought or perhaps overly aware of something unseen.
They sat down to dinner, which turned out to be a beautifully prepared salmon en croute, served with a delicate white wine sauce, asparagus, and roasted potatoes. The conversation was light, focusing on recent events and plans for Sarah's stay, but the undercurrents of something unspoken were palpable.
The meal was going smoothly until Jennifer, in her somewhat flustered state, knocked over a glass of wine. It spilled across the table, some of it landing on Alice's pristine white blouse. Alice's initial reaction was a small, amused smile, but Jennifer's response was markedly different. She jumped up in a near panic, her movements jerky as she attempted to clean up the spill with a napkin, her apologies tumbling out in a rush.
Sarah, sensing her mother's distress, reached out to touch her arm in comfort, "Mom, it's okay, accidents happen." Jennifer, however, did not meet her eyes, focusing instead on the cleanup, her movements hurried. Sarah shot a suspicious look across the table at Alice, who simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture, her face betraying no sign of annoyance or concern.
The dinner continued, the atmosphere slightly strained now, but they managed to finish the meal. Alice complimented Jennifer on the dinner, her tone carrying a hint of something more, an edge of control. As they cleared the table, Jennifer's movements were still quick, almost as if she were trying to escape the room.
Later, as Sarah prepared for bed, she replayed the evening's events in her mind. The strange belt, her mother's flushed face, the embarrassed avoidance of eye contact, and now this overreaction to a simple spill. There was a pattern here, a puzzle she hadn't yet solved. With these thoughts swirling, she slipped under the covers, her mind as restless as her body was still.
In the deep stillness of the night, Sarah lay awake, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts and suspicions from the day's events. The estate was quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the HVAC system and the distant rustle of leaves outside her window. It was then she heard it, a faint, almost inaudible sound, something like laughter, but not the joyful kind. It was muffled, as if coming from behind layers of insulation or through walls designed to keep secrets.
She sat up, tilting her head to listen closer. The sound was intermittent, coming in waves, and it was definitely her mother's voice. It was laughter, but it carried an edge of desperation, more like a cry for mercy than joy. Sarah couldn't make out all of it, but the tone was unmistakable. She slipped out of bed, her curiosity driving her to investigate despite the late hour.
As Sarah crept down the hallway, the sounds became clearer, though still muted by the soundproofing of the house. Jennifer's laughter was now distinguishable, wild and frantic, mixed with sharp, pleading shrieks. "No, no, please, not the feet! Alice, please, I can't take it!" Jennifer's voice, though somewhat muffled, was clear enough for Sarah to hear the panic and breathlessness in her words.
Sarah paused, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure what she was about to discover, but the pleading from her mother made her hesitate. She took a few more cautious steps, and as she neared the door to their room, the sounds shifted. The laughter and begging slowly morphed into moans, more intense and undoubtedly sexual in nature. Sarah stood there, the realization dawning on her that this was a private moment, one she had no right to intrude upon.
With a mix of relief and confusion, Sarah decided it was best to retreat. She turned back, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet, the sounds of pleasure fading as she made her way back to her room, her mind now filled with questions about the dynamics of her mother's relationship with Alice.
The next day, Sarah joined Alice and Jennifer for breakfast. Jennifer was dressed in a loose, high-waisted skirt, which seemed out of character for her usually fitted wardrobe. As they sat at the table, Sarah couldn't help but notice how Jennifer seemed on edge, her movements quick and her eyes darting around as if she was hiding something.
During their shopping trip, Sarah's gaze fell on Alice's key necklace. "What's with the key?" she asked, her tone casual but her curiosity genuine.
"It's the key to Jennifer's heart, among other things," Alice answered with a smirk, her fingers playing with the chain around her neck.
Jennifer, hearing this, shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. She tugged at her skirt, adjusting it as if it had suddenly become uncomfortable.
As they continued their activities, Alice was often seen fiddling with her phone. At one point, while they were sitting at a café, Alice glanced at her screen and then back at Jennifer with a wicked grin. Jennifer, who was sipping her coffee, suddenly gasped, her eyes widening. She squirmed in her seat, her hand going to her skirt as if to adjust something underneath, her breath hitching in her throat.
Throughout the day, Sarah observed Jennifer's odd behavior. She seemed unusually distracted, her responses to questions delayed, and her gaze often fixated on Alice. There were moments when Jennifer's eyes looked glazed over: If she didn’t know better, Sarah would have thought her mom was really horny.
When they returned home, dinner was prepared by Jennifer, who moved with the efficiency of a seasoned homemaker, yet there was an undercurrent of tension in her movements. It was a quiet affair, the clinking of cutlery against fine china filling the silence. Alice, with a playful glint in her eye, spent much of the meal engaged with her phone, her fingers tapping away while Jennifer seemed to grow more and more restless. Sarah watched her mother, the oddities of the day coalescing into a pattern of behavior she couldn't quite understand.
As the evening drew to a close, Sarah felt a strange heaviness in her limbs, the kind that precedes deep sleep. Her last clear memory was of the taste of the rich food, a hint of something unusual in the aftertaste, and then the world faded to black.
Sarah's consciousness returned slowly, her mind foggy, her body feeling heavy and unresponsive. As her vision cleared, she realized she was confined to a padded chair, shaped like a dentist chair, her body immobilized. Her arms were stretched out in a T, bound securely with straps, and her torso, hips, and legs were similarly restrained, the leather holding her in plac. Her feet were trapped in padded wooden stocks at the bottom of the chair, her shoes still on, but everything else, except for her bra and panties, had been removed. A gag prevented her from forming any coherent words.
Looking around, Sarah deduced she was in Alice's soundproofed dungeon, well-lit with walls adorned with an array of mysterious devices. Off to her right, she saw her mother, Jennifer, completely naked and tied spread-eagle on a bed, a massive wet spot evident beneath her pussy, her body covered in a thin layer of perspiration. Sitting next to her was Alice, dressed in a dominatrix outfit, exuding an air of control and dark allure as she gently stroked Jennifer’s pussy.
"Please, Alice, I did what you asked, can I please cum now? It’s been months, babe, and I’ve been edged every single day," Her voice was a mixture of desperation and raw need, her body trembling from the prolonged arousal.
Alice, with a sadistic smile, responded, "Actually, no. We’re just going to give you some more edging now…" Her voice was smooth, almost melodic in its cruelty.
"But you PROMISED!" Jennifer's voice broke into a whine, her frustration palpable as she pulled against her bonds, causing the bed to creak under her movements.
Laughing softly, Alice leaned in, her voice a whisper that carried a sharp edge, "I said you could have an orgasm if you did it, but you said no, and then I had to tickle your feet in the stocks to convince you… Maybe we should just lock you back up and tickle these soles all night again." She dragged a single, painted nail down Jennifer's sole, the movement slow and deliberate.
Jennifer's reaction was immediate, her body jerking in panic, "No, please, not the feet! Not again!" Her voice was a mix of laughter and pleading, the sight of her squirming making Alice's eyes sparkle with delight.
Alice, with an expression of mock sympathy, prepared a syringe. "Okay, darling, but I think a little chemical boost will keep you in the right mood." She injected a clear liquid into Jennifer's arm, explaining, "This will heighten your libido, make everything feel... more intense. But don't worry, I've got something to keep you on the edge without going over."
From a drawer, she pulled out a small, sleek device, its purpose clear to Sarah even from her restrained position. "This little contraption," Alice said, attaching it to Jennifer's clitoris, "will mimic the sensation of a slow, teasing lick. It's designed to keep you very, very frustrated, but never quite satisfied. Isn't that fun?"
Jennifer let out a desperate moan, her eyes filling with tears as the device began its work, her body reacting instantly to the stimulation. Alice watched with an amused smirk, the power dynamic between them as palpable as the tension in the room.
Sarah, upon waking, had tried to move, to shout, to do anything, but her bonds were unyielding. Her hands, encased in tight mittens, couldn't even grasp at anything, leaving her utterly helpless, her mind racing with the implications of what she was witnessing.
Alice, with a fluid grace, straddled Jennifer on the bed. Her lips met Jennifer's in a passionate kiss, the kind that spoke of deep, twisted desire. Jennifer's response was immediate and eager, her body arching towards Alice, the tension in her bonds making her movements more desperate. The sight was both erotic and unsettling for Sarah, who watched from her restrained position.
Jennifer's breasts were already bound at their base with a tight rope, the constriction causing them to swell and redden, their natural roundness becoming almost spherical. The skin was taut, stretching to accommodate the pressure, and Jennifer’s nipples were painfully hard, standing out prominently, a testament to her heightened state of arousal. A thin sheen of sweat and a slight glisten at the tips of her nipples hinted at the intensity of her physical response.
Alice, with a mischievous glint in her eye, retrieved two devices from a nearby table. With a skilled hand, she wrapped these devices around Jennifer's breasts, securing them firmly at the base. With a click, the devices sprang to life, the sound of delicate machinery filling the room. Small vibrating feathers emerged, gently tracing over Jennifer’s now hypersensitive nipples and the expanse of her breasts, eliciting a cascade of laughter mixed with moans.
Jennifer's laughter was a mixture of genuine amusement and the involuntary response to the ticklish stimulation. Despite the restraints, her body writhed, seeking more contact, her laughter echoing off the dungeon walls. Alice continued to make out with her, their tongues dancing in a display of dominance and submission.
Alice, still straddling Jennifer, her lips locked with Jennifer's, suddenly pulled away, her fingers moving with the precision of a predator. She reached back, her hand hovering over Jennifer's exposed feet, which were splayed out due to the spread-eagle position on the bed. Jennifer's reaction was instantaneous; she gasped, her eyes snapping open in shock. Her body jerked, attempting to move her leg away, but the restraints held firm, her toes spreading reflexively, as if to ward off the coming assault.
"Please, Alice, no! Not the feet again!" Jennifer's voice was a mix of desperation and panic, her eyes wide as she craned her neck to look at Alice. Her toes scrunched up in defense, pulling at her bonds, her body tensing in anticipation of the tickling to come. The fear was evident in her voice, "I've been a good girl! Oh God, not again!"
Alice, reveling in Jennifer's distress, laughed, her voice a low, amused chuckle. "You know what you did," she teased, her fingers poised above those sensitive soles. But then, thinking twice, she paused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She grabbed a ball gag from the bedside table, securing it around Jennifer's head, effectively silencing her pleas. The last coherent words Jennifer managed to squeak out were, "Please, go easy on me," before her words turned to muffled, unintelligible sounds.
With Jennifer now gagged, Alice stood up from the bed, her eyes locked on Jennifer's feet. She made a show of flexing her fingers, the long, red nails glinting under the dungeon's lights, shaping them into claws. Jennifer, her eyes following Alice's every move, tried to speak, but the gag ensured her words were nothing but pitiful whimpers.
Alice approached the foot of the bed, her steps deliberate and slow, each one adding to Jennifer's growing horror. She extended her fingers, the nails inches away from Jennifer's vulnerable soles. Jennifer's feet, now clearly in focus for Sarah, were beautifully maintained, the skin smooth and the arches high, a testament to Jennifer's dedication to keeping them in perfect condition for Alice's pleasure.
Then, with no further warning, Alice went to town on Jennifer's soles. Her nails skittered over the soft, sensitive skin, moving with rapid, relentless precision. Jennifer's reaction was explosive; she thrashed against her restraints, her body writhing, her laughter muffled by the gag, but her eyes wide with panic and laughter. The soles of her feet, now the center of her torment, were a pristine canvas for Alice's wicked play. Each stroke of Alice's nails seemed to draw out a new wave of laughter and desperate screams, the sound echoing in the room.
Sarah watched, a mix of horror and fascination painting her face. She could see the fine details of her mother's feet - the way the arches moved, the muscles in her legs tensing, the toes curling and uncurling in a futile attempt to escape the tickling. The realization that her own feet were in a similar position, albeit in stocks, sent a shiver of fear through her, imagining what Alice might do to her if given the chance.
Alice continued her relentless tickling of Jennifer's feet, her nails dancing over the soft, sensitive skin, each stroke eliciting a new round of muffled, desperate laughter from Jennifer. Her feet, perfectly shaped and smooth from the recent pedicure, were now a playground of torture, the arches flexing, the toes curling in a futile attempt to escape. Jennifer's eyes were wide, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shaking with laughter and distress.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, Alice stopped. "That's enough for now," she declared with a satisfied smirk, watching Jennifer's chest heave as she tried to catch her breath. Alice then reached for a blindfold and earplugs, moving with an almost gentle touch. She secured the blindfold over Jennifer's eyes, cutting off her sight, and then inserted the earplugs, isolating her from the sounds of the room. Now, with her senses of sight and sound removed, Jennifer was left with only the sensation of touch, the gentle, maddening licking of the device on her clit, and the feather-like stimulations on her breasts.
Even in this state of sensory deprivation, Jennifer continued to squirm, her hips thrusting in a desperate attempt to gain more stimulation, her muffled cries of frustration echoing through the gag, her body a canvas of longing and torment.
Alice, her attention now turning from Jennifer, approached Sarah. Her steps were slow and deliberate, each click of her heels on the dungeon floor like a drumbeat to a dark march. "You see, Sarah," Alice began, her voice smooth and cold, "when your mother hesitated to drug you, I had to persuade her. And what better way than to tickle her feet until she agreed?" She paused, watching Sarah's reaction. "It's fascinating, really, how ticklishness can be inherited. Mothers pass it down to their daughters, you know."
The implication was clear, and Sarah's eyes widened in fear. The thought of being subjected to the same treatment as her mother sent a chill down her spine. "Don't worry, your feet are in prime condition for this," Alice continued, her eyes flicking down to Sarah's feet in the stocks.
Sarah, feeling the panic rise, tried to speak, but the gag prevented any coherent words. Alice, with a smirk, removed the gag, allowing Sarah to finally speak. "You bitch! You're going to regret this!" Sarah spat out, her voice laced with anger and fear.
Alice laughed, unfazed by the venom in Sarah's voice. "Regret? Oh, Sarah, we're just getting started. I have been planning this for weeks, making sure everything was perfect. That pedicure I convinced your mom to get for you, for instance, was to ensure your feet were soft and ready for some... fun."
Sarah tugged at her bonds, her heart racing. "You won't get away with this! My mother won't let you," she tried to assert, but the fear in her tone betrayed her bravado.
"Your mother?" Alice chuckled, turning to look at the writhing figure on the bed. "She's quite preoccupied at the moment, don't you think? And besides, she enjoys this game as much as I do." She leaned in, her voice lowering to a whisper, "And soon, you'll be just as desperate for release as she is."
Alice's fingers moved with an agonizing slowness, edging the ugg boots off Sarah's feet, each motion a deliberate tease. Sarah, still defiant, strained against her bonds, the padded dentist chair offering no give. The leather straps bit into her wrists and ankles, holding her firm. "You’re sick! You won't get away with this!" Sarah shouted, her voice filled with anger and fear as the boots slipped off, revealing her socks.
Alice, with a predatory glint in her eye, began to peel off Sarah's socks, her fingers grazing the fabric with a sensuality that made Sarah's skin crawl. Sarah's feet were tanned, a contrast to the delicate, creamy white of her soles, which were smooth and unblemished, the skin almost translucent. Her toes, slightly larger than the average, were now exposed, the nails neatly trimmed into a perfect oval shape.
"Perfectly beautiful, just like your mother's soles. They're just as soft," Alice remarked, her voice a low, seductive purr as she admired Sarah's feet with a lustful gaze.
Reacting to the exposure, Sarah clenched her toes tightly, trying to hide them from Alice's view. Her voice was filled with scorn. "You're a freak, Alice! Fucking stop it!"
Unfazed, Alice reached for the small nylon ties attached to the stocks. With precision, she secured each of Sarah's toes, spreading them apart and pulling them taut, ensuring they were individually restrained. The feeling of her feet now completely immobilized, sent a wave of panic coursing through Sarah. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of her situation dawning upon her. "No, Alice, please, don’t do this. My feet are so sensitive, I can't stand being tickled," she pleaded, her voice now trembling, the defiance giving way to palpable fear.
Ignoring the pleas, Alice blew a gentle stream of air between Sarah's toes, the sensation causing Sarah to shiver involuntarily, her feet instinctively trying to curl, but the ties held them in place. Sarah's breathing was shallow and rapid, her eyes wide with terror, as she stared at Alice. "Please, Alice, you don't understand! I really can't take it!" she begged, her voice breaking as she pulled against her restraints, the chair hardly moving under the strain, but the straps held firm.
Laughing softly, Alice gestured towards Jennifer, her body still writhing on the bed, humping into the air, a testament to her horniness. "She says the same thing, but there's not much you can do about it when you're all tied up like this, sweetheart," Alice taunted, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
Sarah's panic escalated, her heart racing as if trying to escape her chest. "Oh my god, Alice, please, don’t! My feet are so sensitive, you don't understand!" she repeated, her voice rising in a crescendo of desperation, her eyes locked onto Alice's fingers hovering above the creamy-white soles, so vulnerable and exposed.
Grinning wickedly, Alice leaned in close, her voice a seductive whisper that sent chills down Sarah's spine. "You should have been nicer to me, I guess. It turns me on so much to tickle stuck up brats like you." Her fingers hovered just above Sarah's soles, each movement deliberate, drawing out the suspense.
As Alice's fingers descended towards Sarah's vulnerable feet, the fear in Sarah's eyes was palpable. She began to hyperventilate, her voice frantic, "Nonono, PLEASE Alice! Don't tickle my feet!" Sarah pleaded, her body pulling against all her restraints with a futile effort to escape the impending torture.
Alice's fingers, adorned with long, bright red nails, finally alighted on Sarah's feet, beginning with a light, almost teasing scribble on Sarah's heels. The skin there was soft and unblemished, offering a perfect surface for Alice's meticulous tickling. As soon as Alice's nails made contact, Sarah's body jolted, her laughter bursting forth like an unbidden torrent. "No NO! STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!" she pleaded, her laughter loud and already tinged with the desperation of someone who knows the tickling has only just begun.
Alice's nails moved with a deliberate slowness, tracing circles around Sarah's heels, the tips occasionally dipping into the tender area just above the heel where the skin was even more sensitive. Each stroke was a mix of gentle scraping and a light, teasing scratch, driving Sarah into peals of continuous, manic laughter. Her feet tried to curl away from the touch, but the nylon ties held her toes in place, making her vulnerable to every sensation. "Stop! Stop! Ahahahaha, please, I can't stand it!" Sarah's laughter was a mix of screams and belly laughs, her body spazzing with the ticklish agony.
With a wicked grin, Alice began her journey from Sarah's heels, her nails now focusing on the delicate area between the heel and the arches. Here, the skin was a bit softer, an often overlooked zone of ticklish sensation. Alice's fingers danced in this sensitive spot, moving in slow, deliberate patterns. She traced the natural lines that converged towards the arches, her nails occasionally pressing down, eliciting a sharp intake of breath followed by an even louder burst of laughter from Sarah. "Here we go, sweetheart," Alice taunted, her voice thick with mock sympathy, "Your mommy loves this spot. Let's see how you like it." She varied her technique, sometimes using just the tips of her nails to create a light, fluttering sensation, other times the entire length, pressing down to make Sarah's laughter reach a new pitch.
Sarah's laughter was now louder, more forced, her eyes squeezed shut as tears of mirth streamed down her face. "OH MY GOD PLEASE Alice! AHAHAH NOHOHOOO!" The words broken by the continuous laughter, each syllable forced out between her shrieks.
Alice's fingers then ascended to the arches, where the skin was pulled taut, the arches high and pronounced, offering Alice a new playground for her ticklish torment. Here, her nails traced intricate patterns, like swirling vines or fluttering butterflies, directly over Sarah's arches. She changed the cadence, going from fast scribbles that made Sarah's laughter peak in volume and intensity, to slow, deliberate drags that drew out her laughter into a continuous, forced laugh. Occasionally, she would pause, only to renew the scribbling unexpected, making Sarah jump in her seat, her laughter now a mixture of mirth and panic, each transition making her laughter louder and more desperate.
"Look at you, Sarah, all helpless and tickled out of your mind," Alice said, her voice laced with amusement as she watched Sarah's reactions. "These arches are like a ticklish wonderland. I could do this all day."
For what seemed like an eternity, but was about ten minutes, Alice continued this torture, her fingers never leaving Sarah's arches except to occasionally circle back to the tender area between the heel and the arches, ensuring no part of Sarah's feet was spared. Sarah's laughter had turned into a continuous stream, now louder and more forced with each transition, her voice hoarse, her body exhausted from the relentless stimulation. Her pleas were desperate, her laughter now interspersed with gasping breaths, her entire body trembling from the tickling onslaught, her laughter escalating in volume and desperation with each new area Alice explored.
Finally, Alice paused, her fingers hovering near Sarah's soles. "I must say, you're quite the ticklish one," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched Sarah panting, trying to catch her breath, her eyes wide with residual fear and laughter, her face flushed from the ordeal.
Alice, with a smug sense of satisfaction, rose from her position, leaving Sarah breathless and desperate for relief. Sarah's voice, still echoing with remnants of her laughter, pleaded in broken, gasping tones, "Alice, please, no more... I can't... I can't take it!"
Ignoring Sarah's pleas, Alice walked over to a table, her heels clicking ominously against the dungeon floor. She picked up a bottle of oil, an electric mini polishing brush, and a hairbrush, her eyes glinting with wicked intent. Turning back to Sarah, she said, "Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started. Your feet are in for a real treat."
Sarah's eyes widened in terror as Alice approached, the items in her hands spelling out a new level of torment. As Alice generously applied the oil to Sarah's soles, the slick, cold liquid making Sarah's already sensitive skin even more susceptible to tickling, Sarah cried out, "Nohohooo!" Her voice was now tinged with despair, and she was on the verge of crying, the realization that the tickling was about to get worse setting in. "Please, Alice, leave my toes alone! They're so sensitive," she begged, her voice quivering.
Alice smirked, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Of course not, darling. We don't want to miss any part of this experience. Besides, why would I leave them alone when you just told me how sensitive they are?" She began to rub the oil between Sarah's toes, the slickness of the oil making the tickling even more unbearable. At the sensation, Sarah's body jerked erratically, as she begged. “Alice PLEASE! STOP WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"
Ignoring Sarah's pleas, Alice, with a sensual slowness, dragged all ten of her nails down the length of Sarah's soles, the oil making the tickling sensation even more intense. The nails left faint red lines in their wake, each stroke eliciting a fresh bout of laughter from Sarah. "Oh my god I CAN’T... I CAN’T TAKE IT!" Sarah's voice was now a high-pitched scream, her body writhing in the chair, the restraints holding her firm.
Alice, with a look of satisfaction, picked up the electric mini polishing brush, clicking it on. The buzzing noise filled the room, and Sarah's eyes locked onto the spinning bristles, her panic palpable. "No, no, no! PLEASE, not that! It's going to be too much!" Her body trembling in anticipation of the impending torture.
With a dark chuckle, Alice leaned down, her voice smooth and teasing. "Oh, Sarah, you should see your face. It's adorable how scared you are. But don't worry, this brush will make sure your toes are polished to perfection...."
Alice, reveling in Sarah's distress, brought the electric mini polishing brush closer to Sarah's oiled toes, the vibrations causing Sarah to preemptively shake in anticipation. Sarah's eyes were wide with terror, her laughter now morphing into desperate, screaming pleas. "Pleahehehase Alice NOHOHO NOT MY TOHOHOES AHAHA!" she shrieked, her voice cracking under the strain.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Alice began her meticulous tickling. The brush first met the pad of Sarah's big toe, the bristles vibrating intensely against the smooth, oiled skin. Sarah's laughter escalated to a fever pitch, her body jerking against the restraints. "NO! NO! NOHOHO STOHOHOP!" she screamed, her laughter loud and forced as the brush traced along the toe, exploring every ridge and crevice, moving with a torturous slowness down the stem.
Alice's eyes sparkled with sadistic glee, watching Sarah's big toe twitch and curl in a vain attempt to escape. "Oh, your big toe is quite sensitive," she taunted, her voice dripping with delight.
Moving to the second toe, the brush now traced along the delicate skin between the toes, the oil making the sensation even more unbearable. Sarah's laughter turned into a continuous scream, her body arching against the bonds. "Pleahehehase AHAHAHA!" The brush vibrated against the pads, then circles around the toe, the sensation driving Sarah to the edge of madness.
The third toe was next, the brush focusing on the tender spot at the base, where the skin was particularly sensitive. Sarah's laughter was now a mixture of forced, high-pitched shrieks and gasping pleas. "Oh god, Alice, no more! NOHOHO MORE!" she screamed, her body convulsing with each tickle, her laughter intermixed with desperate begging.
Alice laughed, her amusement growing with each desperate cry from Sarah. "Just a few more to go, sweetheart," she said, moving to the fourth toe. Here, the brush explored the pad, then the stem, and back to the space between the toes, each stroke eliciting a new wave of laughter. "PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! I CAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHAHA!" Sarah's voice was hoarse, her laughter now a continuous, desperate sound, her toes twitching violently.
The fifth toe received the same meticulous attention, the brush's bristles tickling the pad, the stem, and the space between it and the next toe. Sarah's laughter was now a mixture of screaming and begging, her body trembling. "NOHOHO! Nohot my TOHOHOES! AHAHA!" she pleaded, her laughter forced through clenched teeth as she tried to endure the relentless tickling.
Alice moved to the left foot, beginning with the big toe again. The brush's vibrations sent shockwaves of ticklish torment through Sarah's foot. "Alice! PLEHEHASE! NOT AGAIN! AHAHAH!" Sarah's laughter was a cacophony of desperation and mirth, her body wracked with uncontrollable movements.
Each subsequent toe on the left foot was tickled with the same precision. The second toe felt the brush's bristles along its pad, stem, and between the toes, "NOHOHO AHAHA!" Sarah screamed, her laughter loud and desperate. The third toe was no different, the brush focusing on the base, causing Sarah's laughter to reach a new intensity. "PLEASE! PLEHEHEHASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
The fourth toe was tickled with the same meticulous care, each stroke of the brush driving Sarah into further desperation. "NOHOHO! Not the next one! AHAHA!" she begged, her laughter now a continuous stream, her toes twitching and curling.
Finally, Alice reached the smallest toe on the left foot, where the brush barely fit, yet she managed to tickle the pad, the stem, and the delicate space between it and the next toe. Sarah's laughter was now a continuous, desperate sound, her toes twitching violently, trying in vain to escape the brush's touch. "OH GOD, Alice! PLEASE! NOHOHO MOHORE AHAHAHA!" she shrieked, her laughter echoing off the dungeon walls.
Alice, thoroughly amused by Sarah's ticklish reaction, finally pulled the brush away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, Sarah, I must say, your toes are quite the spectacle when tickled. It's a shame to end this so soon." She watched Sarah, panting and gasping for breath, her face flushed from the ordeal, her laughter fading into whimpers as she tried to recover from the intense tickling assault.
Alice, flushed with the thrill of tickling Sarah, could no longer contain her own arousal. She reached for a vibrator and strapped it to herself, the anticipation making work quickly, grinning. With a flick of her finger, she clicked it on, the low hum filling the room with a new layer of erotic tension.
Turning her attention back to Sarah, who was still reeling from the relentless tickling, Alice picked up the hairbrush. With one hand, she began to drag the bristles of the brush all over the right sole of Sarah's foot, the stiff bristles raking over her creamy-white skin. The sensation was different from the polishing brush, more intense, more abrasive, sending Sarah into a fresh bout of frantic laughter.
Simultaneously, on Sarah's left foot, Alice leaned in, her lips finding the delicate toes, kissing, licking, and sucking each one with a sensual slowness. The contrast between the harsh tickling of the right sole and the gentle, teasing touch on the left was driving Sarah into a state of sensory overload. "PLEASE! Alice, I'm begging you STAHAHAP! AHAHAHA!" Sarah's laughter was now mingled with cries for mercy, her toes on the left foot twitching with each kiss, each lick sending a jolt of ticklish torment through her.
Alice, reveling in her power over Sarah, teased, "Oh, Sarah, you should see yourself. So helpless, so ticklish. I love hearing you beg." Her voice was thick with arousal as the vibrator's vibrations began to take effect, her own pleasure building with each stroke of the hairbrush, each kiss on Sarah's toes.
Sarah, desperate, tried bargaining with Alice for mercy. "I can't breathe! AHAHAHA! Have mercy, I'll do anything! Just stop!" Her laughter was now a cacophony of desperation, her body thrashing against the restraints, the contrasting sensations on her feet overwhelming her senses.
Alice, lost in her own world of pleasure and control, continued her dual assault. "You're just too much fun to tickle, sweetheart. And look at how horny I am right now," she said, her voice husky with desire. The hairbrush moved with a rhythmic intensity, the bristles scratching Sarah's right sole, while her left toes were enveloped in Alice's warm, wet mouth, her tongue exploring between them, causing Sarah's laughter to rise in pitch and desperation.
Alice's own pleasure was reaching its peak, her hips moving in time with the vibrator, the sensation of control and Sarah's ticklish torment fueling her climax. "Oh, Sarah, you're pushing me over the edge," she groaned, her voice laced with pleasure and dominance.
For several minutes, Alice continued this dual torment, her own pleasure building until she could no longer hold back. Her laughter mixed with moans as she reached her climax, her body shuddering, the vibrator doing its work while Sarah's laughter and begging filled the room. Alice cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves, her focus momentarily lost as she rode the high, the hairbrush in her hand still moving over Sarah's right sole, her mouth still working on Sarah's left toes.
Finally, Alice's climax subsided, leaving her panting and flushed, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched Sarah, who was still laughing and begging, her voice hoarse, her body exhausted from the relentless tickling. "There, now wasn't that fun?" Alice teased, her voice now soft with satisfaction as she gently pulled away the brush and her lips from Sarah's feet.
After Alice's climax, her face still flushed with the rush of pleasure, she sauntered over to Jennifer. With a deliberate gentleness, Alice removed the blindfold, letting Jennifer's eyes adjust to the soft dungeon light. She then took out the earplugs, allowing the sounds of the room to come back to Jennifer, and finally, she released the gag, freeing Jennifer's voice.
"It's over, my love," Alice whispered, her voice soothing yet retaining that edge of dominance, as she switched off the clit licking device. Jennifer's pussy was glistening with wetness, the sheets beneath her soaked through, a clear sign of her desperate arousal.
Alice's touch was gentle as she began to clean Jennifer off with a warm, damp cloth, the sensation soothing yet teasing. Jennifer's body twitched with each wipe, her mind still clouded with the burning need for release. As Alice prepared to lock Jennifer back into the chastity belt, Jennifer's voice, soft, desperate, and whiney, broke through, "Please, Alice, please, mmmh I need it so bad."
Alice looked at Jennifer with a mix of sympathy and sadistic delight. "I know, darling, but you know the rules," she said, her fingers deftly securing the belt back in place. The key, always around Alice's neck, glinted in the light as she fastened it.
Jennifer's protests turned into desperate, whiny pleas, her body still trembling from the near-orgasm, her eyes wide with longing. "No, Alice, please! I need to cum! " she begged, her voice quivering on the edge of tears.
In what seemed like a moment of mercy, Alice leaned down, her breath hot against Jennifer's skin, and began to eat her out. Her tongue expertly worked in ways that sent Jennifer into spasms of ecstasy, her hips thrusting eagerly into Alice's mouth, her mind racing with the anticipation of release.
But just as Jennifer felt the familiar build-up, the wave about to crash over her, Alice abruptly pulled back, licking her lips with cruel satisfaction. "No, not this time," she said, her voice firm, as she resumed locking the chastity belt. Jennifer's face contorted in anguish, her body bucking futilely against the restraints, her cries now a mix of desperation and near tears. "No, no, no! I was so close! Please, Alice, don't do this! I need to cum so bad!" she babbled, her voice cracking.
"Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up," Alice instructed, her tone now devoid of the earlier playfulness, leaving Jennifer in a state of emotional turmoil as she undid the remaining restraints. Jennifer, whimpering, reluctantly complied, her movements heavy with defeat as she left the room.
With Jennifer gone, Alice turned her attention to Sarah, who had watched the entire scene in a mixture of horror and fascination. Alice approached her, securing Sarah in a straightjacket, the thick material encasing her arms, rendering them useless. She then maneuvered Sarah to the opposite end of the room, far from the exit, and secured the straightjacket to a sturdy metal ring in the wall.
With a click of a remote, the opposite wall lit up, revealing a large screen. As the screen flickered to life, it showed a scene from the past, one that Sarah had never been privy to. It was Alice and Jennifer, in this very dungeon, with Jennifer in the stocks, her laughter echoing through the room as Alice tickled her feet mercilessly.
"Watch closely, Sarah," Alice said, her voice both teasing and stern, "This is how it all started." The screen played out the moment when Alice, through intense tickle torture, convinced Jennifer to drug Sarah's food, a plan that would bring Sarah into this world of submission and tickling.
The rivalry had begun rather unexpectedly during a particularly intense case preparation session. The office was buzzing with the energy of impending deadlines, and Sarah, ever focused, had propped her feet up on her desk, her flats discarded for a moment of relief. Mark, passing by her office, noticed this uncharacteristic lapse in her usual pristine professionalism. In a moment that he later claimed was meant to be playful, he dragged a single nail slowly up the sole of her foot.
The reaction was instantaneous. Sarah's feet jerked back, almost knocking over a stack of case files. Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment, not just at the invasion of her personal space but at the vulnerability she had momentarily displayed. "Don't ever touch me again," she snapped, her voice icy, her eyes blazing with an intensity that made Mark take a step back.
From that moment, their professional relationship was marked by a subtle yet palpable tension. Sarah's competitive spirit, already formidable, was now fueled by a personal stake. She doubled her efforts, ensuring her work was impeccable, her strategies flawless. Every meeting, every deposition, became a battlefield where she not only had to outperform but also to prove herself against Mark, who, in his attempt at humor, had unintentionally ignited a fire in her.
Her approach was methodical; she analyzed case law with the precision of a surgeon, her arguments in court were both compelling and airtight, and her client management was beyond reproach. Sarah's ability to anticipate outcomes, combined with her relentless pursuit of perfection, set her apart. She was often the first in the office and the last to leave, a testament to her dedication.
The culmination of this rivalry came during a high-profile merger case that would make or break both their careers. The firm's partners were watching closely. Sarah meticulously prepared her strategy, leaving no stone unturned. In the courtroom, her presentation was a masterclass in legal acumen, each point made with the confidence of someone who knew they were the best.
When the verdict came in favor of her client, the partners' decision was unanimous. Sarah was the clear choice for promotion. Her victory was not just a professional triumph but a personal vindication. She had not only bested Mark in their professional duel but had also shown herself to be the more composed, strategic, and ultimately superior candidate.
The promotion came with the understanding that a well-deserved vacation was in order. Sarah, feeling the weight of her recent battles and victories, decided it was time to visit her mother, to decompress and perhaps to better understand the new chapter in her mother's life with Alice. This vacation was not just a break but a moment for Sarah to reflect on her own path, the sacrifices, and the victories, all while navigating the complexities of her mother's relationship with Alice.
As Sarah drove towards her mother's grand estate, her thoughts were a mix of anticipation and concern. She remembered how her life had changed after her mother, Jennifer, had left her father, John, for Alice. Jennifer, always the gentle, nurturing homemaker, had surprised everyone with her decision to leave a stable, albeit unexciting, marriage.
Jennifer's friendship with Alice had been a constant in her life, a bond that had grown over the years. Alice, with her bold personality and open bisexuality, had always been an enigma to Sarah. There was an undeniable allure about her, but Sarah had never been particularly fond of her. There was something about Alice's dominant demeanor, the way she commanded attention, and how she seemed to have an almost magnetic pull on Jennifer that put Sarah on edge.
The divorce had only deepened Sarah's reservations about Alice. She felt that Alice had somehow orchestrated the end of her parents' marriage, a thought she kept to herself, fearing it would upset her mother. While she couldn't deny her mother's newfound happiness, Sarah couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and betrayal. John, her father, had been left in the wake of this decision, and despite his efforts to be understanding, Sarah saw the pain it caused him.
Despite this, Sarah and Alice maintained a facade of civility. They were never rude to each other, keeping their interactions polite, if somewhat strained, for Jennifer's sake. There were the occasional awkward family gatherings where they had to pretend everything was fine, and Sarah played her part, offering smiles and small talk, all while harboring her reservations about Alice's influence over her mother.
Sarah thought back to the subtle signs, the late-night calls, the secretive smiles, the way Jennifer's mood would lift in Alice's presence. It was clear Alice had become central to Jennifer's life, filling a space that John had left vacant. Alice seemed to bring out a side of Jennifer that Sarah had never seen, a side that was vibrant, bold, and perhaps even a bit daring.
Now, as Sarah approached the house, she pondered the complexity of her mother's new life with Alice. She wondered about the nature of their relationship, how Alice had managed to enchant her mother so completely, and what this meant for Jennifer's happiness and her own relationship with her mother. The dynamic was far from simple, and Sarah was determined to understand it better during her visit.
The sun cast long shadows across the lush lawn of the grand estate where Jennifer and Alice lived, the golden light making the house look even more imposing and beautiful. Jennifer, with her soft, kind eyes and a smile that could warm the coldest heart, hurried to the massive oak door as the bell chimed melodically. Her face brightened with an unmistakable joy as she opened the door to find her daughter, Sarah, standing there with her luggage.
"Sarah! You made it!" Jennifer's voice was a melody of happiness, her arms opening wide to embrace her daughter. Sarah, in her tailored suit that highlighted her no-nonsense demeanor, stepped forward, her arms full but her heart open for her mother. As they hugged, Sarah felt something unexpected around her mother's waist, a hard, caselike sensation under her clothes, but she dismissed it for the moment, focusing instead on the comfort of being back in her mother's arms.
Their day was filled with the tranquil joy of shared activities. First, they visited an upscale spa known for its luxurious treatments. Jennifer opted for a special pedicure, insisting on a treatment that deeply moisturized her feet. "Alice has quite specific tastes," she confessed with a shy smile, her eyes twinkling. Sarah, intrigued, chose the same, marveling at how the warm water and skilled hands made her feel pampered and cared for in a way she rarely allowed herself to experience.
After the spa, they meandered through a vibrant farmer's market, selecting the freshest ingredients for their dinner. Jennifer, with her usual grace, discussed the merits of each vegetable and spice, her hands moving with the familiarity of someone deeply at home with culinary arts. Sarah observed her mother, noting a serene happiness in her that hadn't been there during her marriage to John. The curiosity of what had changed gnawed at her.
The day matured into evening, and as they returned, the house was bathed in the gentle glow of dusk. The sound of the door opening signaled Alice's arrival. She entered with a commanding presence, her heels clicking assertively against the marble floor. "Sarah, always a pleasure," she said, her voice smooth, her eyes assessing, yet there was an undertone of something more, a dominance that Sarah never quite knew how to interpret.
"Hello, Alice," Sarah replied, her voice polite but tinged with the coolness of their strained relationship. Curiosity got the better of her, "How do you afford this place? It's quite impressive."
Alice, with a playful smirk and a dismissive wave of her hand, answered, "I have my ways. Let's just say I'm very good at what I do." Her attention then shifted to Jennifer, who was already moving around the kitchen.
Jennifer was a vision of domesticity, her movements fluid as she set the table with fine china and silverware, the scents from the kitchen promising a culinary delight. Alice approached, her voice lowering to a whisper as she leaned in close to Jennifer, causing her to blush a deep pink. Jennifer nodded subtly, her eyes momentarily flicking towards Sarah, who was watching this exchange with an arched eyebrow.
With dinner preparations nearly complete, Alice, her hand gently guiding Jennifer, said, "Come, we'll be right back, Sarah. Just need to freshen up. Go ahead and unpack all your things in your room," and led Jennifer down the hallway towards their bedroom.
Left alone, Sarah began to unpack her belongings, her mind a whirl of observations and questions. The house was silent except for the soft clinking from the kitchen, and as she placed her clothes in the dresser, Sarah couldn't help but feel there was an undercurrent of secrets, an unspoken narrative weaving through her mother's life with Alice.
After settling into her room, Sarah took a moment to hang her clothes neatly in the wardrobe, her movements precise and methodical. The room was tastefully decorated, with subtle nods to her mother's personality: a vase of fresh flowers, a cozy reading nook, and an antique mirror that reflected the soft light of the setting sun. She appreciated the thoughtfulness, though her mind was still preoccupied with the oddities she had noticed earlier.
Twenty minutes later, Sarah made her way downstairs, her footsteps echoing slightly in the grand hallway. The aroma of dinner wafted through the air, a promise of something delicious. She waited in the dining room, setting her phone down on the table, when she heard the soft murmur of voices from the direction of Alice and Jennifer's room.
Five minutes after her descent, Alice and Jennifer re-emerged. Alice had a smirk playing on her lips, as if privy to some private amusement. Jennifer, in contrast, seemed in a rush, her face flushed and her eyes avoiding Sarah's gaze. There was an air of distraction about her, almost as if she were lost in thought or perhaps overly aware of something unseen.
They sat down to dinner, which turned out to be a beautifully prepared salmon en croute, served with a delicate white wine sauce, asparagus, and roasted potatoes. The conversation was light, focusing on recent events and plans for Sarah's stay, but the undercurrents of something unspoken were palpable.
The meal was going smoothly until Jennifer, in her somewhat flustered state, knocked over a glass of wine. It spilled across the table, some of it landing on Alice's pristine white blouse. Alice's initial reaction was a small, amused smile, but Jennifer's response was markedly different. She jumped up in a near panic, her movements jerky as she attempted to clean up the spill with a napkin, her apologies tumbling out in a rush.
Sarah, sensing her mother's distress, reached out to touch her arm in comfort, "Mom, it's okay, accidents happen." Jennifer, however, did not meet her eyes, focusing instead on the cleanup, her movements hurried. Sarah shot a suspicious look across the table at Alice, who simply waved it off with a dismissive gesture, her face betraying no sign of annoyance or concern.
The dinner continued, the atmosphere slightly strained now, but they managed to finish the meal. Alice complimented Jennifer on the dinner, her tone carrying a hint of something more, an edge of control. As they cleared the table, Jennifer's movements were still quick, almost as if she were trying to escape the room.
Later, as Sarah prepared for bed, she replayed the evening's events in her mind. The strange belt, her mother's flushed face, the embarrassed avoidance of eye contact, and now this overreaction to a simple spill. There was a pattern here, a puzzle she hadn't yet solved. With these thoughts swirling, she slipped under the covers, her mind as restless as her body was still.
In the deep stillness of the night, Sarah lay awake, her mind a whirlpool of thoughts and suspicions from the day's events. The estate was quiet, the only sounds being the gentle hum of the HVAC system and the distant rustle of leaves outside her window. It was then she heard it, a faint, almost inaudible sound, something like laughter, but not the joyful kind. It was muffled, as if coming from behind layers of insulation or through walls designed to keep secrets.
She sat up, tilting her head to listen closer. The sound was intermittent, coming in waves, and it was definitely her mother's voice. It was laughter, but it carried an edge of desperation, more like a cry for mercy than joy. Sarah couldn't make out all of it, but the tone was unmistakable. She slipped out of bed, her curiosity driving her to investigate despite the late hour.
As Sarah crept down the hallway, the sounds became clearer, though still muted by the soundproofing of the house. Jennifer's laughter was now distinguishable, wild and frantic, mixed with sharp, pleading shrieks. "No, no, please, not the feet! Alice, please, I can't take it!" Jennifer's voice, though somewhat muffled, was clear enough for Sarah to hear the panic and breathlessness in her words.
Sarah paused, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure what she was about to discover, but the pleading from her mother made her hesitate. She took a few more cautious steps, and as she neared the door to their room, the sounds shifted. The laughter and begging slowly morphed into moans, more intense and undoubtedly sexual in nature. Sarah stood there, the realization dawning on her that this was a private moment, one she had no right to intrude upon.
With a mix of relief and confusion, Sarah decided it was best to retreat. She turned back, her footsteps silent on the plush carpet, the sounds of pleasure fading as she made her way back to her room, her mind now filled with questions about the dynamics of her mother's relationship with Alice.
The next day, Sarah joined Alice and Jennifer for breakfast. Jennifer was dressed in a loose, high-waisted skirt, which seemed out of character for her usually fitted wardrobe. As they sat at the table, Sarah couldn't help but notice how Jennifer seemed on edge, her movements quick and her eyes darting around as if she was hiding something.
During their shopping trip, Sarah's gaze fell on Alice's key necklace. "What's with the key?" she asked, her tone casual but her curiosity genuine.
"It's the key to Jennifer's heart, among other things," Alice answered with a smirk, her fingers playing with the chain around her neck.
Jennifer, hearing this, shifted in her seat, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. She tugged at her skirt, adjusting it as if it had suddenly become uncomfortable.
As they continued their activities, Alice was often seen fiddling with her phone. At one point, while they were sitting at a café, Alice glanced at her screen and then back at Jennifer with a wicked grin. Jennifer, who was sipping her coffee, suddenly gasped, her eyes widening. She squirmed in her seat, her hand going to her skirt as if to adjust something underneath, her breath hitching in her throat.
Throughout the day, Sarah observed Jennifer's odd behavior. She seemed unusually distracted, her responses to questions delayed, and her gaze often fixated on Alice. There were moments when Jennifer's eyes looked glazed over: If she didn’t know better, Sarah would have thought her mom was really horny.
When they returned home, dinner was prepared by Jennifer, who moved with the efficiency of a seasoned homemaker, yet there was an undercurrent of tension in her movements. It was a quiet affair, the clinking of cutlery against fine china filling the silence. Alice, with a playful glint in her eye, spent much of the meal engaged with her phone, her fingers tapping away while Jennifer seemed to grow more and more restless. Sarah watched her mother, the oddities of the day coalescing into a pattern of behavior she couldn't quite understand.
As the evening drew to a close, Sarah felt a strange heaviness in her limbs, the kind that precedes deep sleep. Her last clear memory was of the taste of the rich food, a hint of something unusual in the aftertaste, and then the world faded to black.
Sarah's consciousness returned slowly, her mind foggy, her body feeling heavy and unresponsive. As her vision cleared, she realized she was confined to a padded chair, shaped like a dentist chair, her body immobilized. Her arms were stretched out in a T, bound securely with straps, and her torso, hips, and legs were similarly restrained, the leather holding her in plac. Her feet were trapped in padded wooden stocks at the bottom of the chair, her shoes still on, but everything else, except for her bra and panties, had been removed. A gag prevented her from forming any coherent words.
Looking around, Sarah deduced she was in Alice's soundproofed dungeon, well-lit with walls adorned with an array of mysterious devices. Off to her right, she saw her mother, Jennifer, completely naked and tied spread-eagle on a bed, a massive wet spot evident beneath her pussy, her body covered in a thin layer of perspiration. Sitting next to her was Alice, dressed in a dominatrix outfit, exuding an air of control and dark allure as she gently stroked Jennifer’s pussy.
"Please, Alice, I did what you asked, can I please cum now? It’s been months, babe, and I’ve been edged every single day," Her voice was a mixture of desperation and raw need, her body trembling from the prolonged arousal.
Alice, with a sadistic smile, responded, "Actually, no. We’re just going to give you some more edging now…" Her voice was smooth, almost melodic in its cruelty.
"But you PROMISED!" Jennifer's voice broke into a whine, her frustration palpable as she pulled against her bonds, causing the bed to creak under her movements.
Laughing softly, Alice leaned in, her voice a whisper that carried a sharp edge, "I said you could have an orgasm if you did it, but you said no, and then I had to tickle your feet in the stocks to convince you… Maybe we should just lock you back up and tickle these soles all night again." She dragged a single, painted nail down Jennifer's sole, the movement slow and deliberate.
Jennifer's reaction was immediate, her body jerking in panic, "No, please, not the feet! Not again!" Her voice was a mix of laughter and pleading, the sight of her squirming making Alice's eyes sparkle with delight.
Alice, with an expression of mock sympathy, prepared a syringe. "Okay, darling, but I think a little chemical boost will keep you in the right mood." She injected a clear liquid into Jennifer's arm, explaining, "This will heighten your libido, make everything feel... more intense. But don't worry, I've got something to keep you on the edge without going over."
From a drawer, she pulled out a small, sleek device, its purpose clear to Sarah even from her restrained position. "This little contraption," Alice said, attaching it to Jennifer's clitoris, "will mimic the sensation of a slow, teasing lick. It's designed to keep you very, very frustrated, but never quite satisfied. Isn't that fun?"
Jennifer let out a desperate moan, her eyes filling with tears as the device began its work, her body reacting instantly to the stimulation. Alice watched with an amused smirk, the power dynamic between them as palpable as the tension in the room.
Sarah, upon waking, had tried to move, to shout, to do anything, but her bonds were unyielding. Her hands, encased in tight mittens, couldn't even grasp at anything, leaving her utterly helpless, her mind racing with the implications of what she was witnessing.
Alice, with a fluid grace, straddled Jennifer on the bed. Her lips met Jennifer's in a passionate kiss, the kind that spoke of deep, twisted desire. Jennifer's response was immediate and eager, her body arching towards Alice, the tension in her bonds making her movements more desperate. The sight was both erotic and unsettling for Sarah, who watched from her restrained position.
Jennifer's breasts were already bound at their base with a tight rope, the constriction causing them to swell and redden, their natural roundness becoming almost spherical. The skin was taut, stretching to accommodate the pressure, and Jennifer’s nipples were painfully hard, standing out prominently, a testament to her heightened state of arousal. A thin sheen of sweat and a slight glisten at the tips of her nipples hinted at the intensity of her physical response.
Alice, with a mischievous glint in her eye, retrieved two devices from a nearby table. With a skilled hand, she wrapped these devices around Jennifer's breasts, securing them firmly at the base. With a click, the devices sprang to life, the sound of delicate machinery filling the room. Small vibrating feathers emerged, gently tracing over Jennifer’s now hypersensitive nipples and the expanse of her breasts, eliciting a cascade of laughter mixed with moans.
Jennifer's laughter was a mixture of genuine amusement and the involuntary response to the ticklish stimulation. Despite the restraints, her body writhed, seeking more contact, her laughter echoing off the dungeon walls. Alice continued to make out with her, their tongues dancing in a display of dominance and submission.
Alice, still straddling Jennifer, her lips locked with Jennifer's, suddenly pulled away, her fingers moving with the precision of a predator. She reached back, her hand hovering over Jennifer's exposed feet, which were splayed out due to the spread-eagle position on the bed. Jennifer's reaction was instantaneous; she gasped, her eyes snapping open in shock. Her body jerked, attempting to move her leg away, but the restraints held firm, her toes spreading reflexively, as if to ward off the coming assault.
"Please, Alice, no! Not the feet again!" Jennifer's voice was a mix of desperation and panic, her eyes wide as she craned her neck to look at Alice. Her toes scrunched up in defense, pulling at her bonds, her body tensing in anticipation of the tickling to come. The fear was evident in her voice, "I've been a good girl! Oh God, not again!"
Alice, reveling in Jennifer's distress, laughed, her voice a low, amused chuckle. "You know what you did," she teased, her fingers poised above those sensitive soles. But then, thinking twice, she paused, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She grabbed a ball gag from the bedside table, securing it around Jennifer's head, effectively silencing her pleas. The last coherent words Jennifer managed to squeak out were, "Please, go easy on me," before her words turned to muffled, unintelligible sounds.
With Jennifer now gagged, Alice stood up from the bed, her eyes locked on Jennifer's feet. She made a show of flexing her fingers, the long, red nails glinting under the dungeon's lights, shaping them into claws. Jennifer, her eyes following Alice's every move, tried to speak, but the gag ensured her words were nothing but pitiful whimpers.
Alice approached the foot of the bed, her steps deliberate and slow, each one adding to Jennifer's growing horror. She extended her fingers, the nails inches away from Jennifer's vulnerable soles. Jennifer's feet, now clearly in focus for Sarah, were beautifully maintained, the skin smooth and the arches high, a testament to Jennifer's dedication to keeping them in perfect condition for Alice's pleasure.
Then, with no further warning, Alice went to town on Jennifer's soles. Her nails skittered over the soft, sensitive skin, moving with rapid, relentless precision. Jennifer's reaction was explosive; she thrashed against her restraints, her body writhing, her laughter muffled by the gag, but her eyes wide with panic and laughter. The soles of her feet, now the center of her torment, were a pristine canvas for Alice's wicked play. Each stroke of Alice's nails seemed to draw out a new wave of laughter and desperate screams, the sound echoing in the room.
Sarah watched, a mix of horror and fascination painting her face. She could see the fine details of her mother's feet - the way the arches moved, the muscles in her legs tensing, the toes curling and uncurling in a futile attempt to escape the tickling. The realization that her own feet were in a similar position, albeit in stocks, sent a shiver of fear through her, imagining what Alice might do to her if given the chance.
Alice continued her relentless tickling of Jennifer's feet, her nails dancing over the soft, sensitive skin, each stroke eliciting a new round of muffled, desperate laughter from Jennifer. Her feet, perfectly shaped and smooth from the recent pedicure, were now a playground of torture, the arches flexing, the toes curling in a futile attempt to escape. Jennifer's eyes were wide, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body shaking with laughter and distress.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, Alice stopped. "That's enough for now," she declared with a satisfied smirk, watching Jennifer's chest heave as she tried to catch her breath. Alice then reached for a blindfold and earplugs, moving with an almost gentle touch. She secured the blindfold over Jennifer's eyes, cutting off her sight, and then inserted the earplugs, isolating her from the sounds of the room. Now, with her senses of sight and sound removed, Jennifer was left with only the sensation of touch, the gentle, maddening licking of the device on her clit, and the feather-like stimulations on her breasts.
Even in this state of sensory deprivation, Jennifer continued to squirm, her hips thrusting in a desperate attempt to gain more stimulation, her muffled cries of frustration echoing through the gag, her body a canvas of longing and torment.
Alice, her attention now turning from Jennifer, approached Sarah. Her steps were slow and deliberate, each click of her heels on the dungeon floor like a drumbeat to a dark march. "You see, Sarah," Alice began, her voice smooth and cold, "when your mother hesitated to drug you, I had to persuade her. And what better way than to tickle her feet until she agreed?" She paused, watching Sarah's reaction. "It's fascinating, really, how ticklishness can be inherited. Mothers pass it down to their daughters, you know."
The implication was clear, and Sarah's eyes widened in fear. The thought of being subjected to the same treatment as her mother sent a chill down her spine. "Don't worry, your feet are in prime condition for this," Alice continued, her eyes flicking down to Sarah's feet in the stocks.
Sarah, feeling the panic rise, tried to speak, but the gag prevented any coherent words. Alice, with a smirk, removed the gag, allowing Sarah to finally speak. "You bitch! You're going to regret this!" Sarah spat out, her voice laced with anger and fear.
Alice laughed, unfazed by the venom in Sarah's voice. "Regret? Oh, Sarah, we're just getting started. I have been planning this for weeks, making sure everything was perfect. That pedicure I convinced your mom to get for you, for instance, was to ensure your feet were soft and ready for some... fun."
Sarah tugged at her bonds, her heart racing. "You won't get away with this! My mother won't let you," she tried to assert, but the fear in her tone betrayed her bravado.
"Your mother?" Alice chuckled, turning to look at the writhing figure on the bed. "She's quite preoccupied at the moment, don't you think? And besides, she enjoys this game as much as I do." She leaned in, her voice lowering to a whisper, "And soon, you'll be just as desperate for release as she is."
Alice's fingers moved with an agonizing slowness, edging the ugg boots off Sarah's feet, each motion a deliberate tease. Sarah, still defiant, strained against her bonds, the padded dentist chair offering no give. The leather straps bit into her wrists and ankles, holding her firm. "You’re sick! You won't get away with this!" Sarah shouted, her voice filled with anger and fear as the boots slipped off, revealing her socks.
Alice, with a predatory glint in her eye, began to peel off Sarah's socks, her fingers grazing the fabric with a sensuality that made Sarah's skin crawl. Sarah's feet were tanned, a contrast to the delicate, creamy white of her soles, which were smooth and unblemished, the skin almost translucent. Her toes, slightly larger than the average, were now exposed, the nails neatly trimmed into a perfect oval shape.
"Perfectly beautiful, just like your mother's soles. They're just as soft," Alice remarked, her voice a low, seductive purr as she admired Sarah's feet with a lustful gaze.
Reacting to the exposure, Sarah clenched her toes tightly, trying to hide them from Alice's view. Her voice was filled with scorn. "You're a freak, Alice! Fucking stop it!"
Unfazed, Alice reached for the small nylon ties attached to the stocks. With precision, she secured each of Sarah's toes, spreading them apart and pulling them taut, ensuring they were individually restrained. The feeling of her feet now completely immobilized, sent a wave of panic coursing through Sarah. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of her situation dawning upon her. "No, Alice, please, don’t do this. My feet are so sensitive, I can't stand being tickled," she pleaded, her voice now trembling, the defiance giving way to palpable fear.
Ignoring the pleas, Alice blew a gentle stream of air between Sarah's toes, the sensation causing Sarah to shiver involuntarily, her feet instinctively trying to curl, but the ties held them in place. Sarah's breathing was shallow and rapid, her eyes wide with terror, as she stared at Alice. "Please, Alice, you don't understand! I really can't take it!" she begged, her voice breaking as she pulled against her restraints, the chair hardly moving under the strain, but the straps held firm.
Laughing softly, Alice gestured towards Jennifer, her body still writhing on the bed, humping into the air, a testament to her horniness. "She says the same thing, but there's not much you can do about it when you're all tied up like this, sweetheart," Alice taunted, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
Sarah's panic escalated, her heart racing as if trying to escape her chest. "Oh my god, Alice, please, don’t! My feet are so sensitive, you don't understand!" she repeated, her voice rising in a crescendo of desperation, her eyes locked onto Alice's fingers hovering above the creamy-white soles, so vulnerable and exposed.
Grinning wickedly, Alice leaned in close, her voice a seductive whisper that sent chills down Sarah's spine. "You should have been nicer to me, I guess. It turns me on so much to tickle stuck up brats like you." Her fingers hovered just above Sarah's soles, each movement deliberate, drawing out the suspense.
As Alice's fingers descended towards Sarah's vulnerable feet, the fear in Sarah's eyes was palpable. She began to hyperventilate, her voice frantic, "Nonono, PLEASE Alice! Don't tickle my feet!" Sarah pleaded, her body pulling against all her restraints with a futile effort to escape the impending torture.
Alice's fingers, adorned with long, bright red nails, finally alighted on Sarah's feet, beginning with a light, almost teasing scribble on Sarah's heels. The skin there was soft and unblemished, offering a perfect surface for Alice's meticulous tickling. As soon as Alice's nails made contact, Sarah's body jolted, her laughter bursting forth like an unbidden torrent. "No NO! STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT!" she pleaded, her laughter loud and already tinged with the desperation of someone who knows the tickling has only just begun.
Alice's nails moved with a deliberate slowness, tracing circles around Sarah's heels, the tips occasionally dipping into the tender area just above the heel where the skin was even more sensitive. Each stroke was a mix of gentle scraping and a light, teasing scratch, driving Sarah into peals of continuous, manic laughter. Her feet tried to curl away from the touch, but the nylon ties held her toes in place, making her vulnerable to every sensation. "Stop! Stop! Ahahahaha, please, I can't stand it!" Sarah's laughter was a mix of screams and belly laughs, her body spazzing with the ticklish agony.
With a wicked grin, Alice began her journey from Sarah's heels, her nails now focusing on the delicate area between the heel and the arches. Here, the skin was a bit softer, an often overlooked zone of ticklish sensation. Alice's fingers danced in this sensitive spot, moving in slow, deliberate patterns. She traced the natural lines that converged towards the arches, her nails occasionally pressing down, eliciting a sharp intake of breath followed by an even louder burst of laughter from Sarah. "Here we go, sweetheart," Alice taunted, her voice thick with mock sympathy, "Your mommy loves this spot. Let's see how you like it." She varied her technique, sometimes using just the tips of her nails to create a light, fluttering sensation, other times the entire length, pressing down to make Sarah's laughter reach a new pitch.
Sarah's laughter was now louder, more forced, her eyes squeezed shut as tears of mirth streamed down her face. "OH MY GOD PLEASE Alice! AHAHAH NOHOHOOO!" The words broken by the continuous laughter, each syllable forced out between her shrieks.
Alice's fingers then ascended to the arches, where the skin was pulled taut, the arches high and pronounced, offering Alice a new playground for her ticklish torment. Here, her nails traced intricate patterns, like swirling vines or fluttering butterflies, directly over Sarah's arches. She changed the cadence, going from fast scribbles that made Sarah's laughter peak in volume and intensity, to slow, deliberate drags that drew out her laughter into a continuous, forced laugh. Occasionally, she would pause, only to renew the scribbling unexpected, making Sarah jump in her seat, her laughter now a mixture of mirth and panic, each transition making her laughter louder and more desperate.
"Look at you, Sarah, all helpless and tickled out of your mind," Alice said, her voice laced with amusement as she watched Sarah's reactions. "These arches are like a ticklish wonderland. I could do this all day."
For what seemed like an eternity, but was about ten minutes, Alice continued this torture, her fingers never leaving Sarah's arches except to occasionally circle back to the tender area between the heel and the arches, ensuring no part of Sarah's feet was spared. Sarah's laughter had turned into a continuous stream, now louder and more forced with each transition, her voice hoarse, her body exhausted from the relentless stimulation. Her pleas were desperate, her laughter now interspersed with gasping breaths, her entire body trembling from the tickling onslaught, her laughter escalating in volume and desperation with each new area Alice explored.
Finally, Alice paused, her fingers hovering near Sarah's soles. "I must say, you're quite the ticklish one," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched Sarah panting, trying to catch her breath, her eyes wide with residual fear and laughter, her face flushed from the ordeal.
Alice, with a smug sense of satisfaction, rose from her position, leaving Sarah breathless and desperate for relief. Sarah's voice, still echoing with remnants of her laughter, pleaded in broken, gasping tones, "Alice, please, no more... I can't... I can't take it!"
Ignoring Sarah's pleas, Alice walked over to a table, her heels clicking ominously against the dungeon floor. She picked up a bottle of oil, an electric mini polishing brush, and a hairbrush, her eyes glinting with wicked intent. Turning back to Sarah, she said, "Oh, sweetheart, we're just getting started. Your feet are in for a real treat."
Sarah's eyes widened in terror as Alice approached, the items in her hands spelling out a new level of torment. As Alice generously applied the oil to Sarah's soles, the slick, cold liquid making Sarah's already sensitive skin even more susceptible to tickling, Sarah cried out, "Nohohooo!" Her voice was now tinged with despair, and she was on the verge of crying, the realization that the tickling was about to get worse setting in. "Please, Alice, leave my toes alone! They're so sensitive," she begged, her voice quivering.
Alice smirked, her voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Of course not, darling. We don't want to miss any part of this experience. Besides, why would I leave them alone when you just told me how sensitive they are?" She began to rub the oil between Sarah's toes, the slickness of the oil making the tickling even more unbearable. At the sensation, Sarah's body jerked erratically, as she begged. “Alice PLEASE! STOP WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?"
Ignoring Sarah's pleas, Alice, with a sensual slowness, dragged all ten of her nails down the length of Sarah's soles, the oil making the tickling sensation even more intense. The nails left faint red lines in their wake, each stroke eliciting a fresh bout of laughter from Sarah. "Oh my god I CAN’T... I CAN’T TAKE IT!" Sarah's voice was now a high-pitched scream, her body writhing in the chair, the restraints holding her firm.
Alice, with a look of satisfaction, picked up the electric mini polishing brush, clicking it on. The buzzing noise filled the room, and Sarah's eyes locked onto the spinning bristles, her panic palpable. "No, no, no! PLEASE, not that! It's going to be too much!" Her body trembling in anticipation of the impending torture.
With a dark chuckle, Alice leaned down, her voice smooth and teasing. "Oh, Sarah, you should see your face. It's adorable how scared you are. But don't worry, this brush will make sure your toes are polished to perfection...."
Alice, reveling in Sarah's distress, brought the electric mini polishing brush closer to Sarah's oiled toes, the vibrations causing Sarah to preemptively shake in anticipation. Sarah's eyes were wide with terror, her laughter now morphing into desperate, screaming pleas. "Pleahehehase Alice NOHOHO NOT MY TOHOHOES AHAHA!" she shrieked, her voice cracking under the strain.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Alice began her meticulous tickling. The brush first met the pad of Sarah's big toe, the bristles vibrating intensely against the smooth, oiled skin. Sarah's laughter escalated to a fever pitch, her body jerking against the restraints. "NO! NO! NOHOHO STOHOHOP!" she screamed, her laughter loud and forced as the brush traced along the toe, exploring every ridge and crevice, moving with a torturous slowness down the stem.
Alice's eyes sparkled with sadistic glee, watching Sarah's big toe twitch and curl in a vain attempt to escape. "Oh, your big toe is quite sensitive," she taunted, her voice dripping with delight.
Moving to the second toe, the brush now traced along the delicate skin between the toes, the oil making the sensation even more unbearable. Sarah's laughter turned into a continuous scream, her body arching against the bonds. "Pleahehehase AHAHAHA!" The brush vibrated against the pads, then circles around the toe, the sensation driving Sarah to the edge of madness.
The third toe was next, the brush focusing on the tender spot at the base, where the skin was particularly sensitive. Sarah's laughter was now a mixture of forced, high-pitched shrieks and gasping pleas. "Oh god, Alice, no more! NOHOHO MORE!" she screamed, her body convulsing with each tickle, her laughter intermixed with desperate begging.
Alice laughed, her amusement growing with each desperate cry from Sarah. "Just a few more to go, sweetheart," she said, moving to the fourth toe. Here, the brush explored the pad, then the stem, and back to the space between the toes, each stroke eliciting a new wave of laughter. "PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! I CAN’T TAKE IT! AHAHAHA!" Sarah's voice was hoarse, her laughter now a continuous, desperate sound, her toes twitching violently.
The fifth toe received the same meticulous attention, the brush's bristles tickling the pad, the stem, and the space between it and the next toe. Sarah's laughter was now a mixture of screaming and begging, her body trembling. "NOHOHO! Nohot my TOHOHOES! AHAHA!" she pleaded, her laughter forced through clenched teeth as she tried to endure the relentless tickling.
Alice moved to the left foot, beginning with the big toe again. The brush's vibrations sent shockwaves of ticklish torment through Sarah's foot. "Alice! PLEHEHASE! NOT AGAIN! AHAHAH!" Sarah's laughter was a cacophony of desperation and mirth, her body wracked with uncontrollable movements.
Each subsequent toe on the left foot was tickled with the same precision. The second toe felt the brush's bristles along its pad, stem, and between the toes, "NOHOHO AHAHA!" Sarah screamed, her laughter loud and desperate. The third toe was no different, the brush focusing on the base, causing Sarah's laughter to reach a new intensity. "PLEASE! PLEHEHEHASE! I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
The fourth toe was tickled with the same meticulous care, each stroke of the brush driving Sarah into further desperation. "NOHOHO! Not the next one! AHAHA!" she begged, her laughter now a continuous stream, her toes twitching and curling.
Finally, Alice reached the smallest toe on the left foot, where the brush barely fit, yet she managed to tickle the pad, the stem, and the delicate space between it and the next toe. Sarah's laughter was now a continuous, desperate sound, her toes twitching violently, trying in vain to escape the brush's touch. "OH GOD, Alice! PLEASE! NOHOHO MOHORE AHAHAHA!" she shrieked, her laughter echoing off the dungeon walls.
Alice, thoroughly amused by Sarah's ticklish reaction, finally pulled the brush away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, Sarah, I must say, your toes are quite the spectacle when tickled. It's a shame to end this so soon." She watched Sarah, panting and gasping for breath, her face flushed from the ordeal, her laughter fading into whimpers as she tried to recover from the intense tickling assault.
Alice, flushed with the thrill of tickling Sarah, could no longer contain her own arousal. She reached for a vibrator and strapped it to herself, the anticipation making work quickly, grinning. With a flick of her finger, she clicked it on, the low hum filling the room with a new layer of erotic tension.
Turning her attention back to Sarah, who was still reeling from the relentless tickling, Alice picked up the hairbrush. With one hand, she began to drag the bristles of the brush all over the right sole of Sarah's foot, the stiff bristles raking over her creamy-white skin. The sensation was different from the polishing brush, more intense, more abrasive, sending Sarah into a fresh bout of frantic laughter.
Simultaneously, on Sarah's left foot, Alice leaned in, her lips finding the delicate toes, kissing, licking, and sucking each one with a sensual slowness. The contrast between the harsh tickling of the right sole and the gentle, teasing touch on the left was driving Sarah into a state of sensory overload. "PLEASE! Alice, I'm begging you STAHAHAP! AHAHAHA!" Sarah's laughter was now mingled with cries for mercy, her toes on the left foot twitching with each kiss, each lick sending a jolt of ticklish torment through her.
Alice, reveling in her power over Sarah, teased, "Oh, Sarah, you should see yourself. So helpless, so ticklish. I love hearing you beg." Her voice was thick with arousal as the vibrator's vibrations began to take effect, her own pleasure building with each stroke of the hairbrush, each kiss on Sarah's toes.
Sarah, desperate, tried bargaining with Alice for mercy. "I can't breathe! AHAHAHA! Have mercy, I'll do anything! Just stop!" Her laughter was now a cacophony of desperation, her body thrashing against the restraints, the contrasting sensations on her feet overwhelming her senses.
Alice, lost in her own world of pleasure and control, continued her dual assault. "You're just too much fun to tickle, sweetheart. And look at how horny I am right now," she said, her voice husky with desire. The hairbrush moved with a rhythmic intensity, the bristles scratching Sarah's right sole, while her left toes were enveloped in Alice's warm, wet mouth, her tongue exploring between them, causing Sarah's laughter to rise in pitch and desperation.
Alice's own pleasure was reaching its peak, her hips moving in time with the vibrator, the sensation of control and Sarah's ticklish torment fueling her climax. "Oh, Sarah, you're pushing me over the edge," she groaned, her voice laced with pleasure and dominance.
For several minutes, Alice continued this dual torment, her own pleasure building until she could no longer hold back. Her laughter mixed with moans as she reached her climax, her body shuddering, the vibrator doing its work while Sarah's laughter and begging filled the room. Alice cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves, her focus momentarily lost as she rode the high, the hairbrush in her hand still moving over Sarah's right sole, her mouth still working on Sarah's left toes.
Finally, Alice's climax subsided, leaving her panting and flushed, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watched Sarah, who was still laughing and begging, her voice hoarse, her body exhausted from the relentless tickling. "There, now wasn't that fun?" Alice teased, her voice now soft with satisfaction as she gently pulled away the brush and her lips from Sarah's feet.
After Alice's climax, her face still flushed with the rush of pleasure, she sauntered over to Jennifer. With a deliberate gentleness, Alice removed the blindfold, letting Jennifer's eyes adjust to the soft dungeon light. She then took out the earplugs, allowing the sounds of the room to come back to Jennifer, and finally, she released the gag, freeing Jennifer's voice.
"It's over, my love," Alice whispered, her voice soothing yet retaining that edge of dominance, as she switched off the clit licking device. Jennifer's pussy was glistening with wetness, the sheets beneath her soaked through, a clear sign of her desperate arousal.
Alice's touch was gentle as she began to clean Jennifer off with a warm, damp cloth, the sensation soothing yet teasing. Jennifer's body twitched with each wipe, her mind still clouded with the burning need for release. As Alice prepared to lock Jennifer back into the chastity belt, Jennifer's voice, soft, desperate, and whiney, broke through, "Please, Alice, please, mmmh I need it so bad."
Alice looked at Jennifer with a mix of sympathy and sadistic delight. "I know, darling, but you know the rules," she said, her fingers deftly securing the belt back in place. The key, always around Alice's neck, glinted in the light as she fastened it.
Jennifer's protests turned into desperate, whiny pleas, her body still trembling from the near-orgasm, her eyes wide with longing. "No, Alice, please! I need to cum! " she begged, her voice quivering on the edge of tears.
In what seemed like a moment of mercy, Alice leaned down, her breath hot against Jennifer's skin, and began to eat her out. Her tongue expertly worked in ways that sent Jennifer into spasms of ecstasy, her hips thrusting eagerly into Alice's mouth, her mind racing with the anticipation of release.
But just as Jennifer felt the familiar build-up, the wave about to crash over her, Alice abruptly pulled back, licking her lips with cruel satisfaction. "No, not this time," she said, her voice firm, as she resumed locking the chastity belt. Jennifer's face contorted in anguish, her body bucking futilely against the restraints, her cries now a mix of desperation and near tears. "No, no, no! I was so close! Please, Alice, don't do this! I need to cum so bad!" she babbled, her voice cracking.
"Go upstairs and get yourself cleaned up," Alice instructed, her tone now devoid of the earlier playfulness, leaving Jennifer in a state of emotional turmoil as she undid the remaining restraints. Jennifer, whimpering, reluctantly complied, her movements heavy with defeat as she left the room.
With Jennifer gone, Alice turned her attention to Sarah, who had watched the entire scene in a mixture of horror and fascination. Alice approached her, securing Sarah in a straightjacket, the thick material encasing her arms, rendering them useless. She then maneuvered Sarah to the opposite end of the room, far from the exit, and secured the straightjacket to a sturdy metal ring in the wall.
With a click of a remote, the opposite wall lit up, revealing a large screen. As the screen flickered to life, it showed a scene from the past, one that Sarah had never been privy to. It was Alice and Jennifer, in this very dungeon, with Jennifer in the stocks, her laughter echoing through the room as Alice tickled her feet mercilessly.
"Watch closely, Sarah," Alice said, her voice both teasing and stern, "This is how it all started." The screen played out the moment when Alice, through intense tickle torture, convinced Jennifer to drug Sarah's food, a plan that would bring Sarah into this world of submission and tickling.
