mistertickle123
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Lying on the rack, still struggling to try to free herself, Anna wondered what this sadist had in mind and awaited his return with a sense of dread. Jim’s reference to her being all alone and completely on her own without any contacts in America stood out as strongly in her mind as did his question to her about whether she wanted to become his tickle slave. The possibilities made her shiver.
He had been gone for quite some time and while she greatly feared and secretly loved his ruthless tickling, the idea that he left her bound, naked and alone at the border in this makeshift dungeon scared the hell out of her.
With too much time to think about it, she now questioned her decision to leave the homeland and worried about what would become of her.
The uneasy quiet in the room ceased when she heard the door unlock and open.
“Did you miss me Anna?” asked Jim closing & locking the heavy metal door behind him.
He held a shopping bag in one of his hands and Anna was afraid to find out what instruments of torture this crazed man may have rounded up, in his absence, to torture her with.
Walking over to her slowly with that evil grin, Anna closed her eyes, clinched her fists and prepared for the worst. Instead, Jim undid the strap around her mid section and then loosened and unclasped the wrist restraints.
Stretching her upper body and arms, rubbing her hands over her forearms and wrists, happy for the momentary freedom but very confused,
Anna blurted out “are, are you going to let me go?” as she sat upright with her bare feet still locked in the stocks.
He had placed the bag next to her feet and now laughing at her question reached into it with one hand while stroking her trapped soles with the other.
Anna shrieked and cried out “please don’t tickle me any more.”
“Please release meeee, please let me goooo!”
“Ahahahahaha!”
“Oh God pleaseee not my feet again!”
“Hahaha!”
“Ahahaha no pleeeese, not my toesssssss!”
“It’s so hard to resist such ticklish feet & such tender, tantalizing toes Anna” he confided as his fingertips slid up and down those sensitive foot bottoms and dug into the base of her tender toes.
“And no I don’t plan on releasing you or your feet yet my ticklish one.” he added as an afterthought, as he switched tactics & began to lightly run one of his feathers over her smooth sole and pull another swiftly back and forth between her toes, making Anna giggle and shiver.
“I was merely giving you a chance to relax a bit & how should I put it, um, re-sensitize that ticklish body of yours before the real torture begins.”
“Nahahahaha!!”
“Thisssss is not relaxing!” she cried out, her toes wiggling wildly as she fell back on the rack.
Resisting the urge to go all out, as tempted as he was, seeing her squirm so deliciously and hearing her giggling & pleading, he instead lightened up the foot and toe tickles. The soft feathers now sensually stroking of the soft, sensitive balls of her feet brought on new urges and Anna began to giggle, quiver and moan. She fought the torturous yet erotic feelings that now coursed through her body, and was embarrassed at how much she loved the tingly, itchy feather strokes even though she begged for the the delicate tickling to stop.
Putting down the feathers after tickling Anna close to an orgasm & driving her crazy in the process, much to her relief, and secretly to her disappointment, Jim pulled a bottle of water and a health food bar from the bag and placed it next to Anna who hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a good 10 hours.
He helped her sit up & she greedily tore open the wrapper and gobbled down the snack, likewise she unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the drink.
“Easy does it Anna” he said, watching a stream of water trickle down her long neck & over her breast.
“Now see what you’ve done you naughty girl?”
“I’ll have to dry you off” Jim chuckled, wiggling his fingers in front of her face.
“Don’t tickle me!!”
“But you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much just a second ago” he said as he handed her another health food bar.
Anna quickly realized that Jim was trying to put her completely under his spell and he was very close to succeeding, she thought, as she gobbled down the healthy snack, but she continued to wrestle with the idea that while this older man had tickle tortured her, humiliated her, embarrassed her & took control of her physically, she would not give in mentally. Like a mantra, she repeatedly told herself ‘I’ll stay strong’ as she took another long draw from the water bottle.
Jim had casually walked over to the table that held his tickling instruments.
“I think it’s time for more torture” he announced nonchalantly, lifting a couple of single Wartenburg pinwheels.
“These babies never fail to, how shall I say, have an impact on a ticklish girl’s body and mind.”
“Ever play with these before Anna?”
Her eyes widened as he showed Anna the implements of torment but before she could reply Jim rolled the spike tipped pinwheels up and down her silky soles, across her toe pads and over her smooth heels.
She screamed out, a combination of fear, pain and ticklishness quite unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
The more she moved, the more intense she felt the spikes on her tender feet and she tried very hard to remain still, which was next to impossible for a girl this touch sensitive.
The look on Jim’s face was one of crazed satisfaction. His goal was to tickle Anna to the brink of madness and he took extreme pleasure and delight in working the pinwheels carefully over every single spot on the bottoms, sides and tops of her feet and toes.
Anna struggled fiercely, the pinwheels effectively tortured and tickled her soft feet in the skilled hands of this madman. She cried out for mercy but lost it completely when Jim started to run the pinwheels up her legs. Reaching out to stop him, her hands tried to awkwardly brush his hands away.
“Looks like in my haste to tickle you I forgot to tie down those wrists of yours.”
“Noooooo!”
“I won’t try to stop you, hoo hoo hoo!”
“Please don’t tickle meeee heehee hee!”
The pinwheels rolled up and down her stocked foot bottoms again, this time out of Anna’s reach, and she slammed her fists on the table and squirmed frantically as Jim once again found her most sensitive spots and tickled her ruthlessly.
“Don’t hurt yourself my little tickle slave” he shouted over her laughter & continued tickling her tiny, trapped feet.
“I think it might be a good time to restrain those wrists.”
“Pleeeeese don’t!”
Her soles tingled and chills ran up the insides of her legs.
Jim reached for one of her hands. Lifting her arm, securing the Velcro strap around her wrist, he then grabbed her free hand, pulled her arm over her head and locked the restraint into place. Attaching them to the rope, he now turned the handle at the top of the rack, stretching her arms tightly above her head.
“That’s not too tight is it?” he asked not expecting a response.
Again Anna was bound & vulnerable from head to toe. Naked and now totally helpless, Jim reapplied the leather strap and tightened it around her midsection to further restrict her movement.
Testing the binds, his fingernails swirled over her tummy, tickling her belly button, teasing the space between her pussy and belly button and when she thought she couldn’t handle any more of his tickles, he fanned his hands out to her sides where he squeezed his ticklish victim making her gasp and shake. She bucked and twisted as much as her bondage would allow and Jim deftly worked his long fingers up and down her sides taking much pleasure in poor Anna’s reactions.
Again when she was about to lose it, Jim stopped tickling her. He walked over to the table and came back to the quivering girl with coconut oil that he lavishly began to pour over her tummy, torso and breasts. The cold oil was a shock to her system but not as punishing as Jim’s rubbing of the slick, cool liquid all over her upper body. He took his time and teased and tickled Anna mercilessly, rolling her slippery nipples between his fingertips, tracing her ribs, circling her belly button, lightly squeezing her hips and creeping ever so slowly up her sides to her exposed underarms. His oily fingers then lubed up the hollows of her underarms and the sensations created by his wiggling fingers made Anna scream out for mercy.
“No more!!”
“Someone pleeeeeese help me heeheehee!”
“Ih I plan on helping you my dear, helping you lose your mind” cried out Jim in a menacing, sinister voice.
“I hadn’t realized your upper body was so ticklish Anna.”
“Carlos briefly mentioned to me that those pretty little feet were your weak spot but it seems as though your entire body is delightfully ticklish” he advised, as his hands moved swiftly over her, exploiting every area that made Anna squeal and laugh.
Torturing her torso, breasts, nipples and pits for longer than Anna could handle, Jim’s slippery fingertips now slid quickly into her thigh creases, a spot that made Anna arch her back and cry out for this madman to stop his tickling.
“Yet another delectably ticklish zone” he chided, happy to locate a new spot to enhance this poor girl’s madness.
Anna laughed, screamed and begged Jim to stop his tickling but he just loved watching her helplessness and casually let her know the fun was just beginning.
The more he wiggled his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs the more turned on he became and the more Anna felt exactly the same. Her hidden desire to be mercilessly tickle tortured, especially by an older man of authority, was coming true and the wet spot between her legs gave away her excitement. As before, in his office when his sensual, erotic tickling had her in a trace and mere seconds from orgasm her plight was not unnoticed by Jim who periodically stroked her spreading pussy lips and teasingly rubbed her engorged clitoris.
Anna couldn’t believe how ticklish her sex was and the combination of Jim’s inner thigh tickles and his fiddling with her incredibly ticklish, sensitive lips and erect clit now had her beside herself.
Screaming, laughing, moaning, begging, unable to comprehend what was happening to her, Jim continued to efficiently mine the depths of her mind and body, pushing her beyond her limits, torturing and pleasuring her as no one had before.
Her body began to shudder. Beginning to squirt uncontrollably, she cried out in ecstasy.
His touching & tickling continued especially since he knew that he’d made her cum and Anna’s overly sensitized body’s sensation level was instantly magnified, bringing on multiple orgasms, the more he punished and pleasured her.
She now pleaded with Jim who kept tickling her thighs, her knees, her sensitive pussy & clit.
He tickled her tummy and sides, tantalized her hard nipples, tortured her armpits, teased her neck and ears, never taking his hands off this helpless girl, never ceasing his tickle talk that added more spice to the excitement.
Sliding his hands down to her slippery lower thighs just above he knees he squeezed, delicately at first, as if testing the waters, and then applied more pressure, building the intensity again and making Anna howl, laugh and beg him to cease this torture. Tickling her there, as he was, long and hard, made her head spin and Jim lingered long in this spot as Anna became more & more unglued.
She lapsed into silent laughter and gave in to the tickles.
“Ready to have those sexy little feet of yours tickled” he asked still tickling her mercilessly.
“I saved your most ticklish and my favorite spot to tickle for last, well for now anyway.” chuckled Jim.
“By now you should really be beyond sensitized, let’s see just how much when I begin to really tickle those feet and toes Anna!”
As Jim walked over to the table for the coconut oil, Anna tried to catch her breath. She knew that if this sadist tickled her feet she doubted she could survive. She’d soon be put to the test.
He had been gone for quite some time and while she greatly feared and secretly loved his ruthless tickling, the idea that he left her bound, naked and alone at the border in this makeshift dungeon scared the hell out of her.
With too much time to think about it, she now questioned her decision to leave the homeland and worried about what would become of her.
The uneasy quiet in the room ceased when she heard the door unlock and open.
“Did you miss me Anna?” asked Jim closing & locking the heavy metal door behind him.
He held a shopping bag in one of his hands and Anna was afraid to find out what instruments of torture this crazed man may have rounded up, in his absence, to torture her with.
Walking over to her slowly with that evil grin, Anna closed her eyes, clinched her fists and prepared for the worst. Instead, Jim undid the strap around her mid section and then loosened and unclasped the wrist restraints.
Stretching her upper body and arms, rubbing her hands over her forearms and wrists, happy for the momentary freedom but very confused,
Anna blurted out “are, are you going to let me go?” as she sat upright with her bare feet still locked in the stocks.
He had placed the bag next to her feet and now laughing at her question reached into it with one hand while stroking her trapped soles with the other.
Anna shrieked and cried out “please don’t tickle me any more.”
“Please release meeee, please let me goooo!”
“Ahahahahaha!”
“Oh God pleaseee not my feet again!”
“Hahaha!”
“Ahahaha no pleeeese, not my toesssssss!”
“It’s so hard to resist such ticklish feet & such tender, tantalizing toes Anna” he confided as his fingertips slid up and down those sensitive foot bottoms and dug into the base of her tender toes.
“And no I don’t plan on releasing you or your feet yet my ticklish one.” he added as an afterthought, as he switched tactics & began to lightly run one of his feathers over her smooth sole and pull another swiftly back and forth between her toes, making Anna giggle and shiver.
“I was merely giving you a chance to relax a bit & how should I put it, um, re-sensitize that ticklish body of yours before the real torture begins.”
“Nahahahaha!!”
“Thisssss is not relaxing!” she cried out, her toes wiggling wildly as she fell back on the rack.
Resisting the urge to go all out, as tempted as he was, seeing her squirm so deliciously and hearing her giggling & pleading, he instead lightened up the foot and toe tickles. The soft feathers now sensually stroking of the soft, sensitive balls of her feet brought on new urges and Anna began to giggle, quiver and moan. She fought the torturous yet erotic feelings that now coursed through her body, and was embarrassed at how much she loved the tingly, itchy feather strokes even though she begged for the the delicate tickling to stop.
Putting down the feathers after tickling Anna close to an orgasm & driving her crazy in the process, much to her relief, and secretly to her disappointment, Jim pulled a bottle of water and a health food bar from the bag and placed it next to Anna who hadn’t eaten or drank anything for a good 10 hours.
He helped her sit up & she greedily tore open the wrapper and gobbled down the snack, likewise she unscrewed the bottle cap and gulped down the drink.
“Easy does it Anna” he said, watching a stream of water trickle down her long neck & over her breast.
“Now see what you’ve done you naughty girl?”
“I’ll have to dry you off” Jim chuckled, wiggling his fingers in front of her face.
“Don’t tickle me!!”
“But you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much just a second ago” he said as he handed her another health food bar.
Anna quickly realized that Jim was trying to put her completely under his spell and he was very close to succeeding, she thought, as she gobbled down the healthy snack, but she continued to wrestle with the idea that while this older man had tickle tortured her, humiliated her, embarrassed her & took control of her physically, she would not give in mentally. Like a mantra, she repeatedly told herself ‘I’ll stay strong’ as she took another long draw from the water bottle.
Jim had casually walked over to the table that held his tickling instruments.
“I think it’s time for more torture” he announced nonchalantly, lifting a couple of single Wartenburg pinwheels.
“These babies never fail to, how shall I say, have an impact on a ticklish girl’s body and mind.”
“Ever play with these before Anna?”
Her eyes widened as he showed Anna the implements of torment but before she could reply Jim rolled the spike tipped pinwheels up and down her silky soles, across her toe pads and over her smooth heels.
She screamed out, a combination of fear, pain and ticklishness quite unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
The more she moved, the more intense she felt the spikes on her tender feet and she tried very hard to remain still, which was next to impossible for a girl this touch sensitive.
The look on Jim’s face was one of crazed satisfaction. His goal was to tickle Anna to the brink of madness and he took extreme pleasure and delight in working the pinwheels carefully over every single spot on the bottoms, sides and tops of her feet and toes.
Anna struggled fiercely, the pinwheels effectively tortured and tickled her soft feet in the skilled hands of this madman. She cried out for mercy but lost it completely when Jim started to run the pinwheels up her legs. Reaching out to stop him, her hands tried to awkwardly brush his hands away.
“Looks like in my haste to tickle you I forgot to tie down those wrists of yours.”
“Noooooo!”
“I won’t try to stop you, hoo hoo hoo!”
“Please don’t tickle meeee heehee hee!”
The pinwheels rolled up and down her stocked foot bottoms again, this time out of Anna’s reach, and she slammed her fists on the table and squirmed frantically as Jim once again found her most sensitive spots and tickled her ruthlessly.
“Don’t hurt yourself my little tickle slave” he shouted over her laughter & continued tickling her tiny, trapped feet.
“I think it might be a good time to restrain those wrists.”
“Pleeeeese don’t!”
Her soles tingled and chills ran up the insides of her legs.
Jim reached for one of her hands. Lifting her arm, securing the Velcro strap around her wrist, he then grabbed her free hand, pulled her arm over her head and locked the restraint into place. Attaching them to the rope, he now turned the handle at the top of the rack, stretching her arms tightly above her head.
“That’s not too tight is it?” he asked not expecting a response.
Again Anna was bound & vulnerable from head to toe. Naked and now totally helpless, Jim reapplied the leather strap and tightened it around her midsection to further restrict her movement.
Testing the binds, his fingernails swirled over her tummy, tickling her belly button, teasing the space between her pussy and belly button and when she thought she couldn’t handle any more of his tickles, he fanned his hands out to her sides where he squeezed his ticklish victim making her gasp and shake. She bucked and twisted as much as her bondage would allow and Jim deftly worked his long fingers up and down her sides taking much pleasure in poor Anna’s reactions.
Again when she was about to lose it, Jim stopped tickling her. He walked over to the table and came back to the quivering girl with coconut oil that he lavishly began to pour over her tummy, torso and breasts. The cold oil was a shock to her system but not as punishing as Jim’s rubbing of the slick, cool liquid all over her upper body. He took his time and teased and tickled Anna mercilessly, rolling her slippery nipples between his fingertips, tracing her ribs, circling her belly button, lightly squeezing her hips and creeping ever so slowly up her sides to her exposed underarms. His oily fingers then lubed up the hollows of her underarms and the sensations created by his wiggling fingers made Anna scream out for mercy.
“No more!!”
“Someone pleeeeeese help me heeheehee!”
“Ih I plan on helping you my dear, helping you lose your mind” cried out Jim in a menacing, sinister voice.
“I hadn’t realized your upper body was so ticklish Anna.”
“Carlos briefly mentioned to me that those pretty little feet were your weak spot but it seems as though your entire body is delightfully ticklish” he advised, as his hands moved swiftly over her, exploiting every area that made Anna squeal and laugh.
Torturing her torso, breasts, nipples and pits for longer than Anna could handle, Jim’s slippery fingertips now slid quickly into her thigh creases, a spot that made Anna arch her back and cry out for this madman to stop his tickling.
“Yet another delectably ticklish zone” he chided, happy to locate a new spot to enhance this poor girl’s madness.
Anna laughed, screamed and begged Jim to stop his tickling but he just loved watching her helplessness and casually let her know the fun was just beginning.
The more he wiggled his fingers up and down the insides of her thighs the more turned on he became and the more Anna felt exactly the same. Her hidden desire to be mercilessly tickle tortured, especially by an older man of authority, was coming true and the wet spot between her legs gave away her excitement. As before, in his office when his sensual, erotic tickling had her in a trace and mere seconds from orgasm her plight was not unnoticed by Jim who periodically stroked her spreading pussy lips and teasingly rubbed her engorged clitoris.
Anna couldn’t believe how ticklish her sex was and the combination of Jim’s inner thigh tickles and his fiddling with her incredibly ticklish, sensitive lips and erect clit now had her beside herself.
Screaming, laughing, moaning, begging, unable to comprehend what was happening to her, Jim continued to efficiently mine the depths of her mind and body, pushing her beyond her limits, torturing and pleasuring her as no one had before.
Her body began to shudder. Beginning to squirt uncontrollably, she cried out in ecstasy.
His touching & tickling continued especially since he knew that he’d made her cum and Anna’s overly sensitized body’s sensation level was instantly magnified, bringing on multiple orgasms, the more he punished and pleasured her.
She now pleaded with Jim who kept tickling her thighs, her knees, her sensitive pussy & clit.
He tickled her tummy and sides, tantalized her hard nipples, tortured her armpits, teased her neck and ears, never taking his hands off this helpless girl, never ceasing his tickle talk that added more spice to the excitement.
Sliding his hands down to her slippery lower thighs just above he knees he squeezed, delicately at first, as if testing the waters, and then applied more pressure, building the intensity again and making Anna howl, laugh and beg him to cease this torture. Tickling her there, as he was, long and hard, made her head spin and Jim lingered long in this spot as Anna became more & more unglued.
She lapsed into silent laughter and gave in to the tickles.
“Ready to have those sexy little feet of yours tickled” he asked still tickling her mercilessly.
“I saved your most ticklish and my favorite spot to tickle for last, well for now anyway.” chuckled Jim.
“By now you should really be beyond sensitized, let’s see just how much when I begin to really tickle those feet and toes Anna!”
As Jim walked over to the table for the coconut oil, Anna tried to catch her breath. She knew that if this sadist tickled her feet she doubted she could survive. She’d soon be put to the test.
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