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Haru Okumura had been having a stressful last few weeks of her life to say the least. She had learned there was another reality inside the consciousness of humans, awakened to her own special power in the form of her Persona, Milady, and then lost her Father, her only remaining parental figure, in the course of a month. Now, in the aftermath, she was left to pick up the pieces. Haru was for the first time in her life having to attend business meetings where she was the primary subject, discussing her inheritance, stepping up as the heiress of her Father’s multinational business chain, Okumura Foods. She was suddenly becoming responsible for hundreds of employees and having to sort through shrewd business men attempting to leverage her naivety and take everything from her like sharks in the water.
It was all so overwhelming, though she was rigorously studying to learn as much as she could about the food industry and its business practices despite this. She was constantly facing scrutiny from the members of the executive board for Okumura Foods that she wouldn’t be ready to take control, that someone else should be made to stand in. Luckily, to help with the frustrations of dealing with these rude business men, she was able to confide in her new found friends like, Makoto Nijjima, and by listening to her advice, it had lead her to a place where she was very excited to visit.
Self-care was incredibly important to one’s well-being, both physically and mentally. That was what Makoto reminded her of and Haru happily agreed. Today, she was finally going to give herself a break from the constant stop and go that had become her life to give herself a treat. Letting herself put life on pause for just one day and head into downtown Tokyo for the most high-end, luxurious spa around. After getting tips from Ann on how to figure out which one that might be. Haru’s limo driver had dropped her off out front of the urban retreat and she giddily walked in.
The commotion from seeing a limo pull up to the front and a beautiful woman stepping out caused the staff to scatter in a flurry. Quickly working to figure out who this important figure could be, the workers at the front desk began looking it up in a hurry. As soon as Haru stepped inside the lobby fully, she was flanked by staff members who had bowed and welcomed her to the facility. They offered her a glass of lemon infused water, of which Haru graciously accepted and thanked them for welcoming her in as they escorted her over to the front desk.
One of the younger employees had successfully looked her up, having recognized her from headlines in the news lately and had run over to the front desk to whisper it to the receptionist while the staff delayed Haru with an elaborate welcome. Haru approached and was greeted by this smiling woman. “Ms. Okumura, welcome to our fine spa! We appreciate you coming to visit us today, what can we do for you?” As she slid across the desk a small menu-like tablet that had all of the services and packages they provided. Haru was briefly flustered by being recognized and got a little shy. “Oh, hehe, well, thank you for having me!” Haru picked up the menu but already knew she wanted to splurge today for the top of the line pampering and immediately looked at the top shelf option available.
“The Full Tour Experience - 150,488 Yen”
Haru briefly considered the price, perhaps maybe a little too extravagant. But Makoto and Ann’s words rang in her head as she did, about how she deserved a day to just be out by herself to fully rest and regroup. Reflecting on her new millionaire status, she handed the menu back, “Could you tell me about the Full Tour Experience? I’m interested in that for today!” Haru gave the receptionist a wide smile as the employee cleared her throat in response.
“Eh hem, um, well, that is our most inclusive package offer, bundling together every single service we provide. The four most experienced masseuses we have on staff will take your hand through the most serene treatment you could ever have in Japan, Ms. Okumura.” The receptionist stiffened, speaking more formally to Haru. But she didn’t notice through her excitement. “Delightful! I would love to go with that for today, please!” as she handed her credit card over, instantly being approved for the purchase. “O-Of course Ms. Okumura, please, right this way.” The receptionist slightly bowed and pointed her over towards a large elevator behind the desk and some of the staff that greeted her into the building walked her over to it.
Several hours later, after being treated to an elite level of pampering, a full body exfoliation and massage, a moment to idle in a comfortable steamy sauna, and many other comforts, Haru’s coddling continued to her delight. She was laid out in a chair much like an Empress' throne, adorned in an exquisite pink robe and matching heated sleep mask. She was currently being given a manicure and a pedicure by her four personally assigned masseuses for the day. Each currently working over a different hand or foot, cleaning them, caressing them, and rubbing them to Haru’s bliss as the professionals went to work for awhile until she was fully refreshed, her hands and feet rivaling the softness of the very silk robe she was wearing. “What nail color would you like, Ms. Okumura?” One of the women asked as they finished filing Haru’s nails. Haru was about to go with her usual light pink of choice, but with her new life awakening recently, she changed her mind. “Ohhh, I was thinking about going with a mysterious Noir, hehe.” Haru chuckled to herself behind her sleeping mask, which felt very familiar to her own mask, soft, naturally resting on her face.
“Of course, excellent choice Ma’am.” The employee responded again as all four simultaneously began their new task. Even the paints used for Haru’s fingers and toes were top of the line, an extremely glossy top coat gave it a magnificent shrine and the black was a pitch so dark you could even see your reflection if she were to flash her nails at you. A knock was heard at the door once the painting was done and one of the four masseuses went to answer, the door opened and the masseuse whispered with the person just outside. Haru paid it no mind, enjoying the foot massage she was getting from the two ladies at her feet and she was melting in her chair from the shoulder massage she was getting from the third one while the last was chatting with someone now fully having left the room.
A few moments later, the fourth masseuse returned. “M-Ms. Okumura, the owner would like to extend their gratitude for your business here today and your purchase of the Full Tour Experience.” The employee was slightly bowed in respect to Haru, mostly out of habit as she could not see beyond her mask. “They wish to extend you an opportunity to try out one of our VIP services here, one that isn’t offered on the menu but only select guests are chosen for. They hope to encourage seeing the heiress of Okumura making our business part of their regularly scheduled routine.”
Haru sighed, she knew the offer was coming because of her name and business, not because of her as a person and that disappointed her just a bit. However, with how good today’s experience had felt so far and in the name of the Self-Care Makoto and Ann encouraged her to indulge in, Haru decided to indulge herself again one last time today. If she was going to bear the burdens of the Okumura name, she might as well let herself have one or two of the benefits every once in a while too. "Why that sounds lovely, I'd like to take them up on that offer. You all do such extensive and thorough work here, I’ll definitely be making time for more appointments here in the future!”
“Wonderful, we look forward to your next visit already Ms. Okumura. Now, if you’ll please come this way.” The two masseuses took her by the hands and guided a Haru that was nearly sleeping behind the comfort of her mask into a neighboring room which appeared empty at first except for a small cabinet, a dresser which contained most of the supplies needed to perform this VIP treatment, and some small plants scattered around to decorate the room. One of the masseuses opened the cabinet and slid out one of the many massage tables resting within the crevasse of the wall. ”Please, remove your robe to begin Ms. Okumura.” Having been dressed by her tailor and her maids several times in her life, Haru no longer felt self conscious about being nude in front of others and allowed the silk robe to flow off her smooth, flawless skin onto the ground.
“Keep your arms to your sides and your legs together. We will be treating you to our special seaweed wrap Ms. Okumura, we need to keep the wrap tight for the treatment.” The four ladies went to work, with two starting to wrap Haru up in the seaweed from her ankles, the other two started from her neck, working their way down to meet in the middle at her waist, completely wrapping her entire body. “Ooooh, this feels so exotic, how exciting, hehe.” Haru said to the workers with glee.
“Next, we have a crème that was made for our facility by a doctor who specializes in herbal medicine. We’re going to coat the seaweed in this and you’re going to feel a slight tingle as it works its way through the seaweed and into your skin. Don’t be alarmed, this is very normal, some of our guests even enjoy the sensation.” One of the ladies warmly talked Haru through the process to which she nodded. “The crème is going to harden over the seaweed to complete the wrap. It will feel very snug but it’s supposed to provide a feeling of comfort and security, much like a weighted blanket.” Haru nodded once again as the four girls got to work, repeating the same pattern they used to apply the seaweed for the crème.
Haru could feel a deep tingling into her sensitive and exfoliated skin. She let out another sigh, they were certainly right, it felt incredibly good, almost indescribable. Feeling a gentle massage on her head, her hair was delicately pulled into a small ponytail atop her head. So as to not get in the way of the application on the back of her shoulders and neck. Within a few more minutes, the tingle began to fade away leaving her shuddering and acutely aware of the seaweed around her as she could feel it hardening up, enclosing her within its embrace. It felt just as secure as they said, another sigh escaped her lips. It felt like heaven, she could see why this was considered such a VIP treatment. “Careful Ms. Okumura, we’re going to pick you up now and place you on the massage table, ready?” The heiress nodded as they ever-so-gently swept Haru off her feet and placed her onto the cushioned massage table. She could feel her ankles being rested on a groove lined with seaweed as well at the end of the table, which must be how they completed the full wrap, she thought to herself.
“How does it feel, Ms. Okumura? Are you relaxed? Is this to your liking?” One of the masseuses asked. Unbeknownst to Haru, while she was being asked this, two of the masseuses were beginning to secure five medical grade straps over the top of Haru, connecting end to end, to secure her down to the table. Due to the hardened layer of the wrap and the sleeping mask, she couldn’t see or feel as one was tightened over her shoulders, across her stomach, along her waist, her thighs, and finally, her shins. "It feels like heaven in this, Ma’am. It’s so lovely, I’m surprised you don’t have this as a regular offering! I imagine many customers would sign up for this!” The girls exchanged knowing glances as the third girl began to complete the groove around Haru’s ankles, by placing the top half of a set of stocks over the them. Latching them onto their bottom half, its inside also lined with seaweed, which led Haru to believe they were just adding the final parts of the wrap.
Another one of the masseuses joined her coworker at the stocks and each of them revealed a small padlock, which were looped around the side latches on the stocks and quietly clicked shut. They would require a key to open them back up. Which none of the masseuses had with them in this room, those keys wouldn't be needed anyway. Haru began to feel a material slightly firmer than the seaweed loop under the base of each of her round, bubbly, toes as the two girls took a set each. The material was gently pulled back, taking her plush toes along with it, and then firmly secured inside a ridge designed with ten open slots along the top of the stocks, lightly covered in Seaweed as well. The ruse now deceiving Haru into simply believing her toes were being wrapped as well. When they were in truth, being tied back into their own individual grooves, left to be fully immobilized yet simultaneously exposed, stretched back far and taut to be stuck to the top of the stocks.
The ladies took a step back to admire their handiwork. Starting from the top with Haru’s normally wildly floofed out hair, done up in a small ponytail and contained away from her face and neck, her eyes blindfolded by a relaxing, heated sleep mask, then down from neck to ankle she was completely and fully wrapped by a seaweed covering. This seaweed had been sealed to her body in essentially a natural glue, which was created by a modified version of Tae’s Herbal Skin Care Oil, that allowed it to create a naturally hardened shell to lock the wrap in while increasing the sensitivity of her skin and moisturizing it. As if that wasn’t enough, the medical grade straps would surely have Haru in for the long haul.
All this to contain the real prize, the ticket to the whole plan that was being sown around Haru’s very table that would be her prison. The wraps led down to the locked up wooden stocks that constrained Haru’s delicate and petite feet, the many lotions she would use at home purchased by her maids prevented any damage or imperfection to ever be on her skin. Her deluxe pedicure today barely necessary, only for the experience and her own enjoyment. A light red hue remained on the shockingly pale skin from her professional grade pedicure she only recently had done within the last hour. Not an effort was spared in making sure these now trapped soles were as soft and prepped as possible, not a single callus or blemish to protect her from what she didn’t even know was coming. Every curve on even the prints of her soles and toes were perfectly visible they were so luscious, as the ridge bracketing each toe forced the whole foot back into such a taut bend to the top of the stocks it exposed every nerve to the very surface of her skin.
“O-Oh, is that more seaweed? You guys really are thorough, you’ve even wrapped my feet and toes up now! Only my little head can move, hehe!” Haru rolled her head side to side while giggling to show what she could move while the girls admired their successfully laid trap for the heiress of a wealth they could never even fathom having themselves. “Of course, Ms. Okumura, only the very best for you.”
Haru suddenly felt an additional weight on top of her shins, similar to the feeling she felt when the crème hardened earlier. But it felt as if it was slightly more pressure or weight. She couldn’t know it, but it was two of the masseuses sitting up on the table with Haru, just behind the stocks, leaning over her knees and shins to perch right above her toes. The other two girls had pulled up chairs and taken a seat in front of the trapped soles, not aware of their impending assault. Then, suddenly, one nail swipes up the sole. Then another, then another, then a forth as each girl has marked their intent on Haru’s trapped feet.
“Hehe, oh, be careful pleaseheh! I’m ticklish ladies!” Haru giggled to the sensations
“Ms. Okumura, this is the intended result of the special massage for the seaweed wrap.”
“We call it, Tickle Therapy.”
“Laughter is the best medicine, as they say!”
“Please, don’t hold back! Let go of all your laughter and allow it to melt your stress and tension away!”
“Whahahahahahaht!?” Haru burst out laughing as all four girls began to dig their forty nails into Haru’s fully trapped and secured feet. With no way to move them away from the tickling sensations, Haru didn’t need to worry about holding back her laughter as the masseuse suggested and immediately hysterics echoed through the small room. The ladies didn’t seem to even notice, the two girls sitting on Haru’s legs had laid claim to the tops of the foot, bouncing their nails between each and every toe while skittering around the balls of the foot and just edging around the stems of the toes every which way.
The other two girls, seated in chairs in front of the stocks, had begun to mark their nails along the breadth of Haru’s sole, the sides of her feet and the inner arches, dancing along the heel, again and again. Haru’s poor two feet were in a desperate fight against eight hands. Already in a handicap from their bondage and if Haru’s reactions were to be the judge, she was rapidly losing this encounter. Laughter continued to pour out from Haru as she tried everything she had to move herself away from the tickling. To her horror, the hardened layer around the seaweed, while it initially had been so comfortable, kept her trapped as if it was cement. She couldn’t even get a single twitch out of her entire body to even distract herself from the feeling and the same was true for her feet, with her only option left being to sway her head around from side to side as the laughter started to sputter out.
“Please Ms. Okumura, you need to compose yourself to make it through the treatment! Relax your breathing and just feel the tickling, let the laughter rise up calmly as you feel each and every nail stroke.” One of the girls laying on Haru instructed as she turned to apply a sixth, smaller strap across the top of Haru’s head, setting it place to stop her from rolling side to side and removing her last distraction from the tickling.
“Calmeheheheheh? I can’thehehehehe! Pleaseheheheh! Stop thisshehehehe!” Haru squealed out between the ridiculous amount of laughter coming out of her. “Ms. Okumura, we are professionals. We will not be stopping until our job is complete today, your arrangement is for the remainder of our shift!” Haru tried to convince them to take the rest of the day off and she’d gladly tip them their missing wages and more. Of course the rookie business woman Haru failed her first attempt at negotiations here, the laughter preventing her from getting most of those words out clearly surely not withstanding.
Haru strained her toes against the thicker ropes that secured them, the two girls resting on her legs were quickly dancing along each one. While the toes remained still, it allowed for the masseuses to get their nails to glide directly on the sides of each toe, digging into the base of each toe stem, while simultaneously spidering their hands over the balls of each foot as it was held taut and firm, this recently exfoliated spot would normally already be incredibly sensitive due to how limited it was ever touched, but the nerves being pulled to the surface made it feel more intense than Haru could’ve imagined. The focused effort Haru was using to try and pry her bubbly toes loose from the stocks made them look like they could almost pop, but the cozy seaweed and strong rope held their prisoners firm.
Not to be outdone, the girls in their seats at the front of the stocks weren’t just observing the show. They were trying to outpace the other girls the best they could, the arch being pulled back let the girls start with a gentle waterfall of twenty nails on the inner and outer sides of her feet, only to quickly switch to a strong digging into Haru’s delectable center of her sole and squeeze the heel with a slight pressure to cause electric shocks of tickling sensations to shoot right up Haru’s leg into what felt like to her, was directly into her brain. Their rapid and out of sync swapping between the two hand positions and the polar opposite styles of tickling was preventing Haru from getting used to the feeling. Making the tickling feel constant and showing no signs of becoming less intense, and as she feebly struggled to resist against her all binds, she was only becoming more tired and in turn, more vulnerable to giving into the ticklish torment.
“Ms. Okumura, which spot do you find most effective in assisting you in laughing your anxieties away? Do you have a preference on how we should tickle, tickle, tickle?” One of the masseuses asked, causing all the girls to smirk as they continued their dedicated focus to their work. “Whahahahahaht? Noohohohohneeeehehehe! Pleaehehehehe stoohohop thehehehehehis!” Haru giggled out in reply, tears were beginning to form in her eyes from the sheer intensity of this “treatment”, only noticeable from a glance at the mask she wore over her eyes, you could just lightly view the tears starting to come through the light silk material.
“We understand Ms. Okumura, it can be very intense the first time and it may be difficult to choose one spot. Rest assured we will make every effort to find the right methods for helping you achieve the most relaxing laughter session possible.” The girls continued their thorough work as Haru tried to explain that she did not want the best methods to tickle her to be known by anyone. Their full shifts having only started with Haru, she was in for quite the lengthy session.
Several hours into the shift, Haru’s pristine complexion had turned into a complete mess. As her fair skin had turned into light red shade on her face from the constant laughter, her hair matted to her forehead in sweat from the intensity, and her petite feet had changed to a similar blushed hue as her face from their normal elegant pale sole color from the constant nail scratching and tickling. Haru’s first respite in the shift came with Noriko Jabami entering into the small room. All four girls immediately stopped and gave a small bow, “Welcome Mistress” they all chanted in unison.
“Hello girls, how are we doing today? A thorough session as usual I see?” Noriko stood tall above all of the women in the room, boosted in height from the large dark red high heels she wore. Noriko’s left hand rested on her hip as she kept her right hand free to express her thoughts as she spoke. Noriko’s sleeveless button up shirt gave way to her eccentric tattoo sleeves along her arms that helped bring together her signature intimidating aura, capped off with her long jet black hair done up in a firm ponytail atop her head, with a blood red streak from her front hairline all the way through to end of her ponytail at the midpoint of her back.
“Of course, Mistress. Thorough work is excellent work.” The girls remained slightly bowed as they continued to speak in unison while Noriko approached Haru and slightly pulled her mask up with her thumb, so they could both look each other in the eyes while she addressed Haru. Noriko’s eyes a sharp, piercing red, while Haru’s were a soft and delicate brown, though you could be forgiven for thinking they weren’t red as well, slightly puffy from the tears of laughter. “Oh, Ms. Okumura! What a pleasure to have you visit us here! I hope you’re enjoying my establishment’s fine VIP treatment!” Noriko flashed a smile while closing her eyes, a sincerity so perfectly acted, it almost looked real.
Haru was struggling to regain her breath, a few hours of nonstop tickling on her feet from these four girls had nearly taken the wind out of her, she had no retort, just gasping. “Listen, I hear Okumura Foods is in a dire transitional period right now. I come to you now with an offer! You would be wise to give me managerial control over the business during this tumultuous time. Let me make the tough decisions for you, let you focus on college, I’ll even help mentor you in managing a serious business. What do you say?” Noriko slid her hand from the mask towards cupping Haru’s cheek as she continued to stare into her eyes.
“W-What? I-I don’t even know you, p-please, just let me out of this!” Haru having finally regained her breath and with the sleeping mask slightly moved up to her forehead, was finally able to look around at her surroundings for the first time since entering this room.
Though she couldn’t lift her head up to get a perfect view, she was able to glance around decently enough. Tearing her eyes away from Noriko's gaze, she got a look around the room, she was horrified to see the large medical straps keeping her on the table and was now finally able to visualize the stocks holding her feet perfectly in place. A cold sweat came over Haru as she realized they weren’t just wrapped, they were intentionally stocked and trapped. The thick stocks blocked the full view of her feet, but she could just barely see her noir colored toes as they were bent back and bracketed on top of the stocks. Another chill went through Haru’s back as she saw the large locks hanging on each side securing them shut. She slowly returned her gaze to Noriko, looking a bit more pale than she did before. The red flushed from her face as reality began to settle in for the heiress.
“Oh, we can discuss getting you out of there in a minute. I understand you may be hesitant to give me your authority over Okumura Foods, but I can assure you it will only be temporary as you prepare for the role yourself.” Noriko explained herself to Haru, lying as naturally as she breathed. “B-but I…” Haru tried to speak up, only for Noriko to put a single finger over her lips, signifying for Haru to not interrupt her. “Yes, yes, you’re wondering who I am, and why should you work with me? I am Noriko Jabami, you may have heard of me before, a recent rising star in Japanese business. I run many of the most popular night clubs, massage parlors, and a few other…types of businesses in Tokyo and even throughout some smaller areas in Japan.” Noriko beamed proudly as she spoke.
“I think you might be starting to understand some of the pressures of being a woman running the show. Which is why I think I would be such a good fit to take the lead for you, to maintain a culture used to women in the workplace, with my proven experience. Us women should stick together, wouldn’t you say? I could be a perfect mentor for you, I’ll teach you how to manage properly and together we can run Okumura Foods to reach new heights!” Noriko finished her pitch to a flabbergasted Haru. Having a little more time to think, the gears were turning in her head as to why the name Noriko was sounding familiar to her, the tickling she was experiencing in such proximity started to allow her to connect the dots.
“W-Wait, Noriko? As in THE Noriko who runs the night club with that awful Tickle Wall? A-Absolutely not! I would never work with someone who could do something so cruel to Mako-chan, yo…!?” As Haru tried to muster a tough face while trapped in her seaweed cocoon to tell off Noriko, the cruel woman simply rolled her eyes in response. “Uugggghhhh” Noriko gave an exasperated sigh while slapping seaweed over the top of Haru’s mouth to silence her. “Damn, I was really hoping to work this out quickly. You’re really still going to play stubborn here?” Noriko put her hand on her forehead, as if the pretend speech and smile she gave earlier had given her a headache, but quickly recomposed herself as Haru’s muffled anger faintly tried to come through the seaweed stuck over her mouth.
“Okay, fine. You want to do things the hard way? Here is what we’re going to do, Ms. Okumura.” She said while grabbing Haru’s chin and bending down close to her face, Haru was able to feel Noriko’s breath as they locked eyes. “I am going out to run a few more errands and round up a few more collections. In the meantime, my girls are going to continue your extra special VIP massage. I could see you were loving it when I walked in.” Haru let out a small panicked yelp to deny it. “When I come back, I’m going to present your phone, you are going to call into your board of directors and let them know you will be appointing me as your temporary liaison for management, while you prepare yourself for the role. Is that understood?”
Haru looked up firmly into Noriko’s eyes, despite how silly she looked behind her seaweed gag and even though she couldn’t voice her disapproval out loud currently. Haru had only just recently sworn an oath to be a rebel, to drive her own path in life by her own decisions. She steeled herself, and shook her head while glaring at Noriko. “Ohohoho!” Noriko chuckled while narrowing her eyes at Haru. “Fiery! Well, I do love putting out the fires of passionate hearts.” She clapped her hands twice and turned to face her four employees who were still slightly bowed at attention.
“I will be taking my leave for a while, consider yourselves approved for overtime hours tonight. I think double time and a half should cover the late notice?” “That’s very kind, thank you Mistress.” The girls said. “Excellent. Now I want you to please, redouble your efforts to make sure Ms. Okumura is as relaxed as she can be. She is certainly feeling very tense right now.” Noriko glanced back into Haru’s eyes while lightly rubbing on her strapped down shoulder and the girls nodded in response to their assignment.
“Thank you all for your hard work. Ms. Okumura is a very important guest to us after all. I’ll be off, I’ll return before your shifts are over.” Noriko gave a wave behind her to all of them as her tall heels clacked, making her way over to and out of the exit. Suddenly, silence in the room as all four girls stopped bowing and began looking at Haru with a smile that made her lose all the bravado she had just a moment ago with Noriko.
“Hehe, well Ms. Okumura. It looks like we’ll have all night to be able to perfect our Tickle Therapy with you, isn’t that so exciting?” Haru protested behind her natural gag but it came out as useless noise as the girls all re-took their same positions around Haru’s delicate and plush soles, they weakly tried to even quiver as the four focused sets of eyes fell on them again. “Do we have any of the herbal oil in here? I think that would really help her loosen up.” Haru tried to scream and get the girl’s attention, but she was already only addressing the backs of four women, her muffled cries getting her nowhere fast as they prepared to begin their work again.
Taking two jars off the top of the cabinet, the girls sitting atop Haru began to unscrew the caps and started to lightly drip the oil inside them onto her toes. Quickly it began to overflow and streamed down the length of her sole. The girls sitting down began to massage the oil into every space on her foot, working it into every last bit of skin not covered by the seaweed. A slight heat worked its way up from the her soles through her legs, Haru moaned, despite knowing what was coming, the oil felt incredible. Tae's medical prowess designed the perfect skin care remedy that fully healed the skin and strengthened it's very nerves. But in this circumstance, enhanced sensitivity in her nerves were the last thing Haru would want. Now, even more ticklish than her professional pedicure had left her and every spot slick with oil to prevent any friction slowing anything down, she was in very, big, trouble.
The same patterns that brought her to tears before she was briefly relieved by Noriko’s interruption, repeated themselves on her feet. This time with a doubled intensity thanks to the oil permanently increasing her ticklishness and sensitivity. The toes of each foot being worked over by their own masseuse, she felt a nail scratching on every toe pad, another nail lazily tracing up and down the stem of her toe. Her heels and soles were claimed by the other two attendants sitting at her feet once again, rapid swishes over the entire range of her sole kept them a rosy red to match her strained, tear soaked face.
“Incredible Ms. Okumura, I don’t think we need to worry about finding the most effective spot for you!” The other girls giggled as their ring leader spoke, they seemed to be acting a little less tense and professional now that they had personally been tasked by Noriko to break Haru into shape. “Your whole foot seems like one, big tickle spot! All four of us can easily cover every inch on these adorable little feet, don’t you worry!
“HMHMHMHMHMHM! MHMHMHM!” Haru cried out in response, she desperately needed even the slightest break she could get. Trying to get their attention with her loud mewls behind her gag, if she could, she’d start to bargain with them. Just having one less tickler, one way to even slightly move her body to distract herself from the sensations flooding through her from her feet, freeing her toes from their brackets. Anything at all and she personally would’ve paid them a wage that would make their overtime look like change they found on the sidewalk. Whatever they wanted, Haru would give, if she could just get even the slightest bit of relief from the tickling. But the girls weren't interested in anything but doing a thorough and perfect job for Noriko.
“Of course Ms. Okumura, don’t worry, we hear you! We’re professionals, we weren’t planning on missing a single spot on your feet. You’re going to get the highest quality Tickle Therapy session ever given here! Just sit back and let it out, okay?” One of the girls tickling her toes relented for just a second to lean back and give Haru a smile. She looked into Haru’s panicked face as she tried to beg with her eyes, only for the girl to slide the sleeping mask slowly back down from the top of Haru's head over eyes, while giving a little wave as she took Haru's vision away. One less sense to think about, all the more focus to give on the destruction of her ticklish soles.
Time for Haru passed at a snail's pace while the girls put the most effort they had ever put into a shift at work. Two more hours of relentless nail scratching and prodding had left Haru in a state of defeat. She had resigned to just laying back, laughing as the tears trickled outside of her sleeping mask, until once again, Noriko returned. The girls ceased their tickling upon her arrival, as she walked up to Haru’s head and removed the mask over her eyes to talk with her. “Well, Ms. Okumura? Have you been enjoying our VIP massage? Has it relaxed you enough to have the clarity of mind to make a very important decision?” Noriko grinned as Haru spoke out an agreement into her gag which let no coherent sound out, fully tickled into submission.
“No? Still a fiery little rebel are we, Ms. Okumura?” Haru’s eyes widened, suddenly the adrenaline had kicked in to wake Haru back up from her resignation. Frantic pleas began to crash against the seaweed that had sealed her mouth shut. “I’m impressed Ms. Okumura, you’re as stubborn as I’ve heard your corporate employees say, unshaken in your conviction to do what you want to do! I respect that, I do.” Noriko looked like a spider who was eyeing prey trapped in her web as her own fire burned in her eyes at the sight of the cocooned Haru before her, the glee she felt from getting a chance to let her sadism loose for a bit excited her as she licked her lips.
“Girls, have you given Ms. Okumura a pedicure since being in the spa wrap? I’ve heard from our customers that it truly enhances the experience.” The girls all said “No Ma’am”, “Let’s, shall we? We want to make sure Haru is getting the full tour after all, and that means absolutely everything we have to offer!” Noriko turned to face the girls, “Of course Ma’am” They all stepped away from Haru and opened up the cabinet next to Haru’s massage table, she tried to lean over to see what they were grabbing but couldn’t adjust her head to see thanks to the strap holding her head in place.
Noriko, instead of leaving the room this time, took a seat across from Haru’s prison-like massage table and prepared for the show. Crossing her long, powerful legs in her seat and beginning to lazily flex her ankle around as she observed, her heel lightly popping out of her shoe with each turn. The girls had begun to take their positions around Haru again, tools in hand. Unable to see, Haru could still hear however, and it wasn’t just her panicked breathing, she could hear a slight pop of jars opening and the felt a hot substance trail down her soles once more. Another wave of heat traveled up her leg that even in her current circumstances felt so good it was enough to slightly temper her anxiety for this once in a lifetime pedicure she was about to receive. “This is the basic version of the oil we used to wrap the seaweed around you, while that one has a hardening agent in it, this one does not. It allows us to repeatedly apply it to your skin over and over, letting it naturally soak in, making you more sensitive with each application.”
One of the girls sat behind the stocks explained, encouraged by Noriko's presence to now offer Haru a teasing explanation of what was being done to her feet, putting on a show for their boss so she could see Haru's extra squirms, this knowledge of the oil making her even weaker ruining the brief glance at pleasure she got from feeling the oil being rubbed in. Meanwhile her and her partner poured the contents of their two jars over Haru’s soles as the two girls sat in front began to massage the oil into her feet for the second treatment.
Haru let out a small moan into her gag and closed her eyes despite herself, after hours of tickling this felt like the best, true, massage she had received since she had been here. Professionals they were, the massage didn’t miss a beat from perfection, they eased into each pressure point of her foot and her toes and buffed out each and every bit of tension from her sole. “This oil was specially made by a doctor here in Tokyo, it’s designed to fully heal and repair the skin, making it look healthy and fresh. But, like any medicine made from questionable sources, it has a major side effect Ms. Okumura.” Haru peaked one eye open, knowing what bad news was about to befall her but not able to fully pull herself back to being alert as the massage was currently doing wonders to her. “The strength of the healing herbs in the oil works too well, it heals the skin and revitalizes your nerves to new heights. That sensitivity increase I mentioned? It doesn't ever go away, you're welcome~"
Haru groaned having already resigned herself to being tickled and knew that pleading would only be mocked with Noriko sitting back to watch and the girls trying to show off for their boss, she tried to enjoy what was left of her massage before the act was finished. ”Okay, Ms. Okumura! Get ready! It’s time for the enhanced VIP pedicure~” The girls all picked up their tools, one with each hand. Haru clamped her eyes shut to brace herself, but it didn’t matter. The result of the pedicure’s sudden and abrupt start after her heavenly massage and now the surprise reality of her increased sensitivity, shot her eyes so wide open you would be forgiven for fearing they were going to pop out.
The tools of choice for the girl’s sat at Haru’s soles, were four scalp massagers. Perfectly fit into the palms of their firm hands that glided according to their whims along Haru’s trapped Empress feet. They swept across the entire foot, putting extra effort into pressing them deep into Haru’s heel that was perfectly contained within the stockade, and speeding them up when they dug into the balls of her feet, occasionally letting them trickle down the sole, sometimes running both into her heel. Haru’s energetic reaction from just the massagers alone nearly started a crack in the crème encasing her in the seaweed. So desperate she was to get away from the extreme sensations. Unfortunately for her, even escape from the seaweed wouldn’t be enough thanks to the straps holding her down, she would be going nowhere.
But there were two more girls still providing Haru with extended care and attention. Focusing on her toes, they were using nail brushes with handle grips in each hand. Allowing them to expertly and rapidly brush the tops and the sides of each toe. Sometimes trapping a single toe between their two bristle brushes like a car in a car wash as they swung them back and forth, other times running them on two toes, each up and down from toe tip to the bottom of the stem cycling through all five at random for the foot assigned to them, each fully dedicated to either the right or left. Variety was the key to driving Haru mad and mad she was certainly going, their most efficient move was to glide one brush across all five toe pads and the other directly along the tips of them all, teasing right at the edge of her glossy noir nails and the sensitive skin that met her nail. If she still had energy, she might have been able to snap a tie or two from her toes, the shaking was getting so intense to attempt to get away, but alas, they all fell in line for their brushing.
After just a few minutes of this, a shriek came from Haru signaling she was nearly at her limit and Noriko simply clapped, causing her girls to immediately stop and set their brushes down. Noriko elegantly stood straight up, in a stark contrast to the disheveled Haru, and approached again. “Ms. Okumura, have we reached an agreement? Will you let the Okumura Foods board know we have an arrangement, so I can meet with them?” Noriko unlatched the strap across Haru’s head waiting for a nod from Haru, which came as soon as the strap was undone. Noriko snapped her fingers at the girls, and as if it had been rehearsed a dozen times, the two girls sitting at Haru’s feet began to resume their blessed massage from just moments ago and the other two girls began to apply a solution to Haru’s mouth and gently remove the seaweed.
Being able to move her mouth again and stretch it with a flex, shuddering at how good the sudden massage felt, Haru was surprisingly at ease. Noriko held Haru’s phone to her head with the chairman of Okumura Food’s board of directors currently being dialed in from Haru’s contacts page, it rang three times before someone answered. Pleasantries ensued for a quick hello, before Haru cleared her throat, attempting to sound less shaken than she was, but the massage at her feet was helping her remain at ease. “I’ve thought about what the board said, about how I’m not yet ready to run the company.” She gulped, composing herself to bring the right words to mind, fearing a swift punishment if she didn't sound convincing. “Well, to satisfy the board as well as work to improve myself, I’ve found someone I would like to act as my Interim and…” Haru glanced up at Noriko, who was waving her finger as if to direct her to speed up. “Mentor me.. I’d like to call a meeting to formally appoint her.” A few more pleasantries, a goodbye, and then Noriko hung up the phone.
“Lovely, thank you my dear!” Noriko said while pocketing the phone and caressing Haru’s cheek. “N-Now will you let me go?” Haru meekly replied “Oh, sureeee. After the meeting of course, I need to make sure everything is in order first so I can assure this goes through. Plus, the girls still have their shift left with you, I can’t cut them loose after I promised them overtime.” A gasp came from Haru as she immediately went to speak up for herself only for Noriko to raise a finger up to Haru while looking back at her girls “I have a feeling the rest of the shift will be much more delicate now, right girls?” The girls received the message, tickle therapy was done. “Of course, Ma'am.” confirming with a bow.
“Excellent, now, as we’ve all heard, I have a meeting to attend. You girls play nice together.” As quickly as the whirlwind of Noriko had entered, she had left, a trail of her intimidating aura left in her wake as she moved, fired up to take her victory. When the door closed behind her exit, Haru attempted to nervously plead for her release to the girls who simply shushed her. “It’s been a long day Ms. Okumura, relax and let’s wind down now.” The girls at Haru’s feet resumed their massage again causing Haru to moan from the relief, the two once sat behind the stocks had moved again. This time one sat cross legged at the top of the table, placing Haru’s head in her lap and began to gently massage her face. The other sat across her stomach, leaning in to massage her shoulders and her arms at her side. Finally a real full body massage worthy of being called the full tour was gracing Haru’s aching body and she fell into a tranquil bliss. A delightful tingle crashed across her as she could feel light kisses begin to embrace her feet as the two girls continued their deep foot massage along with them until she was finally lulled into a peaceful sleep.
A loud heel clack echoed down the hallway as Noriko made her way down the halls of Okumura Foods towards the Board of Directors room. She kept looking forwards toward her goal as she drew stares from other corporate employees as she walked. Both admirers and abhorrers alike, some entranced by her sultry beauty from her long legs in her sharp form fitting white suit, delicately contrasted with her blood red high heels that matched the streak of red in her hair, others weirded out by the jacket draped over her shoulders revealing the unprofessional tattoo sleeves along her arms rarely seen in this strict environment. She was used to catching eyes wherever she went, so she had long since stopped paying it any mind.
Making it down to the end of the hall, Noriko arrived poignantly late, icing the nervous board as all eyes were on her entering the room and shutting the door behind her. She immediately recognized a few among them, giving them a graceful glance as they neglected to make eye contact, ashamed they knew her from their secret night time activities. But what was the point of their wealth if they couldn’t flaunt it in one of Noriko’s establishments? Allowing them the chance to let their inhibitions fall off their shoulders from time to time. That’s what they told themselves as they quickly understood Noriko was who Haru was referring to.
Already having dirt on a few of the members, having a solid business proposal in mind, and a verbal confirmation from Haru herself, Noriko had all but sealed the deal. There remained a few outliers left to bring on board for a majority vote, which is where Noriko revealed her final card to play. If she was made Interim President, she would be able to employ Haru as an intern at one of her finest spas in Tokyo, where she would be able to discreetly ensure she was unable to meddle in the affairs of the company for a few more years than just college would. She implied the role would be very similar to the activities at one of her popular nightclubs and it would take a very long, long time in private to master the professional art. This excited the shadier members of the board who knew exactly what Noriko implied and who quickly went out of their way to none to subtly campaign on her behalf to those on the fence.
Noriko's final closing statement assured the group she would be much more open to proposals and certain strategies for the company than the compassionate Haru would ever allow. Finally, the vote was called after that, only two against. Noriko had done it, she secured her victory. Some handshakes and a post meeting discussion later, Noriko stepped outside of the offices and simply laughed to herself. With Okumura Foods now under her control, Noriko had the funds to fuel every plan she had to set in motion her complete control of the underworld beneath her divine feet. A quick phone call to her protage, Emma, to pick her up and drive her back to the Spa. A sinister grin across her face as she headed to jump start Haru’s new internship, explaining it all to Emma as they approached.
A sudden commotion stirred Haru awake, the four masseuses who had opened the door were walking into the room and lining up along the side wall, bowing as Noriko and Emma walked into the room. The fog of her deep rest started to fade away as she became anxious of so many people walking into the room all at once, surrounding her. She looked around and recognized every face but one, but it looked slightly familiar to her, she couldn’t quite place it. Her eyes continued to wander the room, until she caught a sight that stunned her wide awake and made her heart race. The medical straps still held her firm to the massage table, the stocks still held her feet and ankles still while two locks kept them clamped shut, but the big change she noticed, was her seaweed wrap was gone, replaced by a thick rubber that encased her entire body just as the seaweed once had. An initial struggle showed her it was even more firm than the hardened seaweed.
“Good Morning, Haru!” Noriko threw her arms out, welcoming Haru to the day and approaching the side of her massage table. “I trust you slept well, my girls are very talented with their hands once they get to know you.” The girls waved at a shocked Haru, still trying to wrap her head around what was happening. How long had she been asleep, was she going to be let out, when did this solid rubber envelope her body?
“I have great news, the meeting went perfectly thanks to your help. I’m officially the Interim President at Okumura Foods! We’re going to do wonderful things working together.” Noriko smiled, running her hand through Haru’s hair gently. “C-Can you let me go now then, p-please.” Haru asked nervously. “But I haven’t even gotten to the most exciting part! My first, and most important task is of course, training and developing you to be a strong leader like me. I’ll need to teach you everything I know, all of the little tricks to get ahead in this business and this world. My first lesson for you…” Noriko brought her hand down from Haru’s hair to her chin, cupping it in her hand.
“You need to tickle everyone who opposes you into absolute submission.”
A chill ran down Haru’s spine, she attempted to shift uncomfortably in her bonds at this answer, remaining speechless and immobile in the tight rubber. “To that end, I’ve brought my protage, Emma, here to assist in the lesson.” Noriko extended a hand out to introduce Emma, who greeted her with a smile that revealed a wicked intent. Haru’s heart sank, the name and that smile made it connect together for her. She knew the girl was familiar but couldn’t place it, Emma. That was the girl Makoto had told her about and she had seen in the pictures Makoto received from that night. Selfies taken by this cruel woman of her bright smile shining next to an exhausted Makoto after being tickled far beyond her limits, make up that Emma applied to her running down her face. She had described Emma as the most ruthless of every girl she encountered at the club, who had an incredible desire to tickle people beyond any sense of reason or limits just because she liked it. Now that very same girl was smiling down on Haru while she couldn’t get away.
“You’re going to be the first internship I oversee while I’m in the Interim role, Haru. Hopefully the first of many. You see, this is a lesson I intend to teach to all of my employees. Emma is the perfect one to train every new hire we get as my top performer.” Emma had a proud look on her face from Noriko’s comment. “As an intern to start off, you will be helping Emma teach this lesson until they all clearly understand it and can perform it. To do so, Emma will be instructing them all on how, with your precious feet as the practice grounds.” Emma patted Haru’s soles gently as Noriko said this final piece.
“W-WAIT! NO! N-NO PLEASE! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? NOT THAT! I GAVE YO…!!” Haru’s begging was interrupted by one of the masseuses placing a large rubber ball gag into her mouth. Caught with her mouth wide open from her pleading, the gag nearly completely seals her mouth shut, the yells barely coming through as a whisper now. “Shhhh, quiet while I’m speaking, Haru.” Noriko firmly said as the gag was clasped shut over her head. “This is for your own good and development as a leader. I should warn you though, it could take awhile for this lesson to hit home. But I have the utmost faith in you.” Noriko and Emma delightfully laughed at the fear in Haru’s face.
“Let me show you to your room, your internship comes with quite an adorable one. It isn’t far…” Noriko pulled up the cabinet door behind Haru, revealing the cubbyhole the massage table slid out from. “It’s just right here, don’t worry about feeling claustrophobic, you’ll be too busy to worry about silly thoughts like that.” Haru continued to try and plead desperately into her gag, trying to fight against the rubber and the straps containing her, but it was utterly futile. Emma grabbed onto the opposite end of the table and began to slowly slide it back into its proper storage space.
“Good-bye, Intern~” Emma said, while she wheeled Haru further and further into the cubby, her muffled noises becoming more and more faint as she was pushed deeper in.
When the table reached all the way back into the storage cubby, Noriko slid the cabinet door back down. It clicked shut as it closed perfectly in line with the stocks for Haru’s feet, flush with the wall. The only thing separating it from looking just like any other wall in the building, were Haru’s soft and delicate feet. Sticking out from their place, their bindings not allowing any movement anymore, they looked simply like decorations to adorn the wall. The finishing touch, each of the masseuses approached, revealing a padlock in hand, and latched them all onto four metal clamps for the cabinet hinge, locking it shut. The girls turned around, bowed before handing two of the keys to Emma and the other two to Noriko, before leaving the room.
Emma looked to be nearly bouncing with excitement as she slid her two keys onto her car key ring, Noriko placed her two keys into her own jacket pocket. The remaining two keys for the locks clamping the stocks shut held somewhere within the spa, likely lost by careless employees in need of strict training. Leaving six firm locks to hold Haru within her cubby, the keys all out of reach for anyone, as none would be able to get to Noriko. Emma turned to look at Noriko like a dog, eager to go out for a walk. Noriko smirked at Emma, “Fine, but don’t haze the Intern too much on their first day. I’m going home, so pace yourself.” Emma didn’t know the meaning of that phrase...
A few months later...
“Now, don’t forget this spot right here. It’s incredibly sensitive as normally the tips of the toes would cover it if the foot was relaxed, so it doesn’t get touched very often. Making it a prime tickle spot.” Emma showcased the spot at the very top edge of the balls of the foot to her group of new hires, who nodded while taking their combs and quickly running them from side to side on the delicate flesh just under the toes, muffled laughter could be heard through the wall for a few minutes as they followed the example given.
“Perfect, exactly like that! Okay, let’s take a small break!” Emma clapped her hands in glee as her trainees set their combs down and they left the room together, off to go for lunch. They talked on the way about how much fun their training sessions had been these past weeks as Emma was forging new tickle demons like herself.
One of the new girls spoke up in their discussions recalling their fun and best spots to get. “I gotta give the girl in there credit though, no amount of money would make me think that’s worth it. I couldn’t take it!”
“Me neither, maybe she really needs the money though?” The other girl shrugged. “She must have been doing this gig for a while. You can still hear her laughing the whole time, so she’s got some lungs and stamina on her, I’d have probably passed out. Who is she anyway?” The two trainees turned to Emma who looked confused.
“Huh? Oh, I don’t really know, she’s just an Intern.”
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It was all so overwhelming, though she was rigorously studying to learn as much as she could about the food industry and its business practices despite this. She was constantly facing scrutiny from the members of the executive board for Okumura Foods that she wouldn’t be ready to take control, that someone else should be made to stand in. Luckily, to help with the frustrations of dealing with these rude business men, she was able to confide in her new found friends like, Makoto Nijjima, and by listening to her advice, it had lead her to a place where she was very excited to visit.
Self-care was incredibly important to one’s well-being, both physically and mentally. That was what Makoto reminded her of and Haru happily agreed. Today, she was finally going to give herself a break from the constant stop and go that had become her life to give herself a treat. Letting herself put life on pause for just one day and head into downtown Tokyo for the most high-end, luxurious spa around. After getting tips from Ann on how to figure out which one that might be. Haru’s limo driver had dropped her off out front of the urban retreat and she giddily walked in.
The commotion from seeing a limo pull up to the front and a beautiful woman stepping out caused the staff to scatter in a flurry. Quickly working to figure out who this important figure could be, the workers at the front desk began looking it up in a hurry. As soon as Haru stepped inside the lobby fully, she was flanked by staff members who had bowed and welcomed her to the facility. They offered her a glass of lemon infused water, of which Haru graciously accepted and thanked them for welcoming her in as they escorted her over to the front desk.
One of the younger employees had successfully looked her up, having recognized her from headlines in the news lately and had run over to the front desk to whisper it to the receptionist while the staff delayed Haru with an elaborate welcome. Haru approached and was greeted by this smiling woman. “Ms. Okumura, welcome to our fine spa! We appreciate you coming to visit us today, what can we do for you?” As she slid across the desk a small menu-like tablet that had all of the services and packages they provided. Haru was briefly flustered by being recognized and got a little shy. “Oh, hehe, well, thank you for having me!” Haru picked up the menu but already knew she wanted to splurge today for the top of the line pampering and immediately looked at the top shelf option available.
“The Full Tour Experience - 150,488 Yen”
Haru briefly considered the price, perhaps maybe a little too extravagant. But Makoto and Ann’s words rang in her head as she did, about how she deserved a day to just be out by herself to fully rest and regroup. Reflecting on her new millionaire status, she handed the menu back, “Could you tell me about the Full Tour Experience? I’m interested in that for today!” Haru gave the receptionist a wide smile as the employee cleared her throat in response.
“Eh hem, um, well, that is our most inclusive package offer, bundling together every single service we provide. The four most experienced masseuses we have on staff will take your hand through the most serene treatment you could ever have in Japan, Ms. Okumura.” The receptionist stiffened, speaking more formally to Haru. But she didn’t notice through her excitement. “Delightful! I would love to go with that for today, please!” as she handed her credit card over, instantly being approved for the purchase. “O-Of course Ms. Okumura, please, right this way.” The receptionist slightly bowed and pointed her over towards a large elevator behind the desk and some of the staff that greeted her into the building walked her over to it.
Several hours later, after being treated to an elite level of pampering, a full body exfoliation and massage, a moment to idle in a comfortable steamy sauna, and many other comforts, Haru’s coddling continued to her delight. She was laid out in a chair much like an Empress' throne, adorned in an exquisite pink robe and matching heated sleep mask. She was currently being given a manicure and a pedicure by her four personally assigned masseuses for the day. Each currently working over a different hand or foot, cleaning them, caressing them, and rubbing them to Haru’s bliss as the professionals went to work for awhile until she was fully refreshed, her hands and feet rivaling the softness of the very silk robe she was wearing. “What nail color would you like, Ms. Okumura?” One of the women asked as they finished filing Haru’s nails. Haru was about to go with her usual light pink of choice, but with her new life awakening recently, she changed her mind. “Ohhh, I was thinking about going with a mysterious Noir, hehe.” Haru chuckled to herself behind her sleeping mask, which felt very familiar to her own mask, soft, naturally resting on her face.
“Of course, excellent choice Ma’am.” The employee responded again as all four simultaneously began their new task. Even the paints used for Haru’s fingers and toes were top of the line, an extremely glossy top coat gave it a magnificent shrine and the black was a pitch so dark you could even see your reflection if she were to flash her nails at you. A knock was heard at the door once the painting was done and one of the four masseuses went to answer, the door opened and the masseuse whispered with the person just outside. Haru paid it no mind, enjoying the foot massage she was getting from the two ladies at her feet and she was melting in her chair from the shoulder massage she was getting from the third one while the last was chatting with someone now fully having left the room.
A few moments later, the fourth masseuse returned. “M-Ms. Okumura, the owner would like to extend their gratitude for your business here today and your purchase of the Full Tour Experience.” The employee was slightly bowed in respect to Haru, mostly out of habit as she could not see beyond her mask. “They wish to extend you an opportunity to try out one of our VIP services here, one that isn’t offered on the menu but only select guests are chosen for. They hope to encourage seeing the heiress of Okumura making our business part of their regularly scheduled routine.”
Haru sighed, she knew the offer was coming because of her name and business, not because of her as a person and that disappointed her just a bit. However, with how good today’s experience had felt so far and in the name of the Self-Care Makoto and Ann encouraged her to indulge in, Haru decided to indulge herself again one last time today. If she was going to bear the burdens of the Okumura name, she might as well let herself have one or two of the benefits every once in a while too. "Why that sounds lovely, I'd like to take them up on that offer. You all do such extensive and thorough work here, I’ll definitely be making time for more appointments here in the future!”
“Wonderful, we look forward to your next visit already Ms. Okumura. Now, if you’ll please come this way.” The two masseuses took her by the hands and guided a Haru that was nearly sleeping behind the comfort of her mask into a neighboring room which appeared empty at first except for a small cabinet, a dresser which contained most of the supplies needed to perform this VIP treatment, and some small plants scattered around to decorate the room. One of the masseuses opened the cabinet and slid out one of the many massage tables resting within the crevasse of the wall. ”Please, remove your robe to begin Ms. Okumura.” Having been dressed by her tailor and her maids several times in her life, Haru no longer felt self conscious about being nude in front of others and allowed the silk robe to flow off her smooth, flawless skin onto the ground.
“Keep your arms to your sides and your legs together. We will be treating you to our special seaweed wrap Ms. Okumura, we need to keep the wrap tight for the treatment.” The four ladies went to work, with two starting to wrap Haru up in the seaweed from her ankles, the other two started from her neck, working their way down to meet in the middle at her waist, completely wrapping her entire body. “Ooooh, this feels so exotic, how exciting, hehe.” Haru said to the workers with glee.
“Next, we have a crème that was made for our facility by a doctor who specializes in herbal medicine. We’re going to coat the seaweed in this and you’re going to feel a slight tingle as it works its way through the seaweed and into your skin. Don’t be alarmed, this is very normal, some of our guests even enjoy the sensation.” One of the ladies warmly talked Haru through the process to which she nodded. “The crème is going to harden over the seaweed to complete the wrap. It will feel very snug but it’s supposed to provide a feeling of comfort and security, much like a weighted blanket.” Haru nodded once again as the four girls got to work, repeating the same pattern they used to apply the seaweed for the crème.
Haru could feel a deep tingling into her sensitive and exfoliated skin. She let out another sigh, they were certainly right, it felt incredibly good, almost indescribable. Feeling a gentle massage on her head, her hair was delicately pulled into a small ponytail atop her head. So as to not get in the way of the application on the back of her shoulders and neck. Within a few more minutes, the tingle began to fade away leaving her shuddering and acutely aware of the seaweed around her as she could feel it hardening up, enclosing her within its embrace. It felt just as secure as they said, another sigh escaped her lips. It felt like heaven, she could see why this was considered such a VIP treatment. “Careful Ms. Okumura, we’re going to pick you up now and place you on the massage table, ready?” The heiress nodded as they ever-so-gently swept Haru off her feet and placed her onto the cushioned massage table. She could feel her ankles being rested on a groove lined with seaweed as well at the end of the table, which must be how they completed the full wrap, she thought to herself.
“How does it feel, Ms. Okumura? Are you relaxed? Is this to your liking?” One of the masseuses asked. Unbeknownst to Haru, while she was being asked this, two of the masseuses were beginning to secure five medical grade straps over the top of Haru, connecting end to end, to secure her down to the table. Due to the hardened layer of the wrap and the sleeping mask, she couldn’t see or feel as one was tightened over her shoulders, across her stomach, along her waist, her thighs, and finally, her shins. "It feels like heaven in this, Ma’am. It’s so lovely, I’m surprised you don’t have this as a regular offering! I imagine many customers would sign up for this!” The girls exchanged knowing glances as the third girl began to complete the groove around Haru’s ankles, by placing the top half of a set of stocks over the them. Latching them onto their bottom half, its inside also lined with seaweed, which led Haru to believe they were just adding the final parts of the wrap.
Another one of the masseuses joined her coworker at the stocks and each of them revealed a small padlock, which were looped around the side latches on the stocks and quietly clicked shut. They would require a key to open them back up. Which none of the masseuses had with them in this room, those keys wouldn't be needed anyway. Haru began to feel a material slightly firmer than the seaweed loop under the base of each of her round, bubbly, toes as the two girls took a set each. The material was gently pulled back, taking her plush toes along with it, and then firmly secured inside a ridge designed with ten open slots along the top of the stocks, lightly covered in Seaweed as well. The ruse now deceiving Haru into simply believing her toes were being wrapped as well. When they were in truth, being tied back into their own individual grooves, left to be fully immobilized yet simultaneously exposed, stretched back far and taut to be stuck to the top of the stocks.
The ladies took a step back to admire their handiwork. Starting from the top with Haru’s normally wildly floofed out hair, done up in a small ponytail and contained away from her face and neck, her eyes blindfolded by a relaxing, heated sleep mask, then down from neck to ankle she was completely and fully wrapped by a seaweed covering. This seaweed had been sealed to her body in essentially a natural glue, which was created by a modified version of Tae’s Herbal Skin Care Oil, that allowed it to create a naturally hardened shell to lock the wrap in while increasing the sensitivity of her skin and moisturizing it. As if that wasn’t enough, the medical grade straps would surely have Haru in for the long haul.
All this to contain the real prize, the ticket to the whole plan that was being sown around Haru’s very table that would be her prison. The wraps led down to the locked up wooden stocks that constrained Haru’s delicate and petite feet, the many lotions she would use at home purchased by her maids prevented any damage or imperfection to ever be on her skin. Her deluxe pedicure today barely necessary, only for the experience and her own enjoyment. A light red hue remained on the shockingly pale skin from her professional grade pedicure she only recently had done within the last hour. Not an effort was spared in making sure these now trapped soles were as soft and prepped as possible, not a single callus or blemish to protect her from what she didn’t even know was coming. Every curve on even the prints of her soles and toes were perfectly visible they were so luscious, as the ridge bracketing each toe forced the whole foot back into such a taut bend to the top of the stocks it exposed every nerve to the very surface of her skin.
“O-Oh, is that more seaweed? You guys really are thorough, you’ve even wrapped my feet and toes up now! Only my little head can move, hehe!” Haru rolled her head side to side while giggling to show what she could move while the girls admired their successfully laid trap for the heiress of a wealth they could never even fathom having themselves. “Of course, Ms. Okumura, only the very best for you.”
Haru suddenly felt an additional weight on top of her shins, similar to the feeling she felt when the crème hardened earlier. But it felt as if it was slightly more pressure or weight. She couldn’t know it, but it was two of the masseuses sitting up on the table with Haru, just behind the stocks, leaning over her knees and shins to perch right above her toes. The other two girls had pulled up chairs and taken a seat in front of the trapped soles, not aware of their impending assault. Then, suddenly, one nail swipes up the sole. Then another, then another, then a forth as each girl has marked their intent on Haru’s trapped feet.
“Hehe, oh, be careful pleaseheh! I’m ticklish ladies!” Haru giggled to the sensations
“Ms. Okumura, this is the intended result of the special massage for the seaweed wrap.”
“We call it, Tickle Therapy.”
“Laughter is the best medicine, as they say!”
“Please, don’t hold back! Let go of all your laughter and allow it to melt your stress and tension away!”
“Whahahahahahaht!?” Haru burst out laughing as all four girls began to dig their forty nails into Haru’s fully trapped and secured feet. With no way to move them away from the tickling sensations, Haru didn’t need to worry about holding back her laughter as the masseuse suggested and immediately hysterics echoed through the small room. The ladies didn’t seem to even notice, the two girls sitting on Haru’s legs had laid claim to the tops of the foot, bouncing their nails between each and every toe while skittering around the balls of the foot and just edging around the stems of the toes every which way.
The other two girls, seated in chairs in front of the stocks, had begun to mark their nails along the breadth of Haru’s sole, the sides of her feet and the inner arches, dancing along the heel, again and again. Haru’s poor two feet were in a desperate fight against eight hands. Already in a handicap from their bondage and if Haru’s reactions were to be the judge, she was rapidly losing this encounter. Laughter continued to pour out from Haru as she tried everything she had to move herself away from the tickling. To her horror, the hardened layer around the seaweed, while it initially had been so comfortable, kept her trapped as if it was cement. She couldn’t even get a single twitch out of her entire body to even distract herself from the feeling and the same was true for her feet, with her only option left being to sway her head around from side to side as the laughter started to sputter out.
“Please Ms. Okumura, you need to compose yourself to make it through the treatment! Relax your breathing and just feel the tickling, let the laughter rise up calmly as you feel each and every nail stroke.” One of the girls laying on Haru instructed as she turned to apply a sixth, smaller strap across the top of Haru’s head, setting it place to stop her from rolling side to side and removing her last distraction from the tickling.
“Calmeheheheheh? I can’thehehehehe! Pleaseheheheh! Stop thisshehehehe!” Haru squealed out between the ridiculous amount of laughter coming out of her. “Ms. Okumura, we are professionals. We will not be stopping until our job is complete today, your arrangement is for the remainder of our shift!” Haru tried to convince them to take the rest of the day off and she’d gladly tip them their missing wages and more. Of course the rookie business woman Haru failed her first attempt at negotiations here, the laughter preventing her from getting most of those words out clearly surely not withstanding.
Haru strained her toes against the thicker ropes that secured them, the two girls resting on her legs were quickly dancing along each one. While the toes remained still, it allowed for the masseuses to get their nails to glide directly on the sides of each toe, digging into the base of each toe stem, while simultaneously spidering their hands over the balls of each foot as it was held taut and firm, this recently exfoliated spot would normally already be incredibly sensitive due to how limited it was ever touched, but the nerves being pulled to the surface made it feel more intense than Haru could’ve imagined. The focused effort Haru was using to try and pry her bubbly toes loose from the stocks made them look like they could almost pop, but the cozy seaweed and strong rope held their prisoners firm.
Not to be outdone, the girls in their seats at the front of the stocks weren’t just observing the show. They were trying to outpace the other girls the best they could, the arch being pulled back let the girls start with a gentle waterfall of twenty nails on the inner and outer sides of her feet, only to quickly switch to a strong digging into Haru’s delectable center of her sole and squeeze the heel with a slight pressure to cause electric shocks of tickling sensations to shoot right up Haru’s leg into what felt like to her, was directly into her brain. Their rapid and out of sync swapping between the two hand positions and the polar opposite styles of tickling was preventing Haru from getting used to the feeling. Making the tickling feel constant and showing no signs of becoming less intense, and as she feebly struggled to resist against her all binds, she was only becoming more tired and in turn, more vulnerable to giving into the ticklish torment.
“Ms. Okumura, which spot do you find most effective in assisting you in laughing your anxieties away? Do you have a preference on how we should tickle, tickle, tickle?” One of the masseuses asked, causing all the girls to smirk as they continued their dedicated focus to their work. “Whahahahahaht? Noohohohohneeeehehehe! Pleaehehehehe stoohohop thehehehehehis!” Haru giggled out in reply, tears were beginning to form in her eyes from the sheer intensity of this “treatment”, only noticeable from a glance at the mask she wore over her eyes, you could just lightly view the tears starting to come through the light silk material.
“We understand Ms. Okumura, it can be very intense the first time and it may be difficult to choose one spot. Rest assured we will make every effort to find the right methods for helping you achieve the most relaxing laughter session possible.” The girls continued their thorough work as Haru tried to explain that she did not want the best methods to tickle her to be known by anyone. Their full shifts having only started with Haru, she was in for quite the lengthy session.
Several hours into the shift, Haru’s pristine complexion had turned into a complete mess. As her fair skin had turned into light red shade on her face from the constant laughter, her hair matted to her forehead in sweat from the intensity, and her petite feet had changed to a similar blushed hue as her face from their normal elegant pale sole color from the constant nail scratching and tickling. Haru’s first respite in the shift came with Noriko Jabami entering into the small room. All four girls immediately stopped and gave a small bow, “Welcome Mistress” they all chanted in unison.
“Hello girls, how are we doing today? A thorough session as usual I see?” Noriko stood tall above all of the women in the room, boosted in height from the large dark red high heels she wore. Noriko’s left hand rested on her hip as she kept her right hand free to express her thoughts as she spoke. Noriko’s sleeveless button up shirt gave way to her eccentric tattoo sleeves along her arms that helped bring together her signature intimidating aura, capped off with her long jet black hair done up in a firm ponytail atop her head, with a blood red streak from her front hairline all the way through to end of her ponytail at the midpoint of her back.
“Of course, Mistress. Thorough work is excellent work.” The girls remained slightly bowed as they continued to speak in unison while Noriko approached Haru and slightly pulled her mask up with her thumb, so they could both look each other in the eyes while she addressed Haru. Noriko’s eyes a sharp, piercing red, while Haru’s were a soft and delicate brown, though you could be forgiven for thinking they weren’t red as well, slightly puffy from the tears of laughter. “Oh, Ms. Okumura! What a pleasure to have you visit us here! I hope you’re enjoying my establishment’s fine VIP treatment!” Noriko flashed a smile while closing her eyes, a sincerity so perfectly acted, it almost looked real.
Haru was struggling to regain her breath, a few hours of nonstop tickling on her feet from these four girls had nearly taken the wind out of her, she had no retort, just gasping. “Listen, I hear Okumura Foods is in a dire transitional period right now. I come to you now with an offer! You would be wise to give me managerial control over the business during this tumultuous time. Let me make the tough decisions for you, let you focus on college, I’ll even help mentor you in managing a serious business. What do you say?” Noriko slid her hand from the mask towards cupping Haru’s cheek as she continued to stare into her eyes.
“W-What? I-I don’t even know you, p-please, just let me out of this!” Haru having finally regained her breath and with the sleeping mask slightly moved up to her forehead, was finally able to look around at her surroundings for the first time since entering this room.
Though she couldn’t lift her head up to get a perfect view, she was able to glance around decently enough. Tearing her eyes away from Noriko's gaze, she got a look around the room, she was horrified to see the large medical straps keeping her on the table and was now finally able to visualize the stocks holding her feet perfectly in place. A cold sweat came over Haru as she realized they weren’t just wrapped, they were intentionally stocked and trapped. The thick stocks blocked the full view of her feet, but she could just barely see her noir colored toes as they were bent back and bracketed on top of the stocks. Another chill went through Haru’s back as she saw the large locks hanging on each side securing them shut. She slowly returned her gaze to Noriko, looking a bit more pale than she did before. The red flushed from her face as reality began to settle in for the heiress.
“Oh, we can discuss getting you out of there in a minute. I understand you may be hesitant to give me your authority over Okumura Foods, but I can assure you it will only be temporary as you prepare for the role yourself.” Noriko explained herself to Haru, lying as naturally as she breathed. “B-but I…” Haru tried to speak up, only for Noriko to put a single finger over her lips, signifying for Haru to not interrupt her. “Yes, yes, you’re wondering who I am, and why should you work with me? I am Noriko Jabami, you may have heard of me before, a recent rising star in Japanese business. I run many of the most popular night clubs, massage parlors, and a few other…types of businesses in Tokyo and even throughout some smaller areas in Japan.” Noriko beamed proudly as she spoke.
“I think you might be starting to understand some of the pressures of being a woman running the show. Which is why I think I would be such a good fit to take the lead for you, to maintain a culture used to women in the workplace, with my proven experience. Us women should stick together, wouldn’t you say? I could be a perfect mentor for you, I’ll teach you how to manage properly and together we can run Okumura Foods to reach new heights!” Noriko finished her pitch to a flabbergasted Haru. Having a little more time to think, the gears were turning in her head as to why the name Noriko was sounding familiar to her, the tickling she was experiencing in such proximity started to allow her to connect the dots.
“W-Wait, Noriko? As in THE Noriko who runs the night club with that awful Tickle Wall? A-Absolutely not! I would never work with someone who could do something so cruel to Mako-chan, yo…!?” As Haru tried to muster a tough face while trapped in her seaweed cocoon to tell off Noriko, the cruel woman simply rolled her eyes in response. “Uugggghhhh” Noriko gave an exasperated sigh while slapping seaweed over the top of Haru’s mouth to silence her. “Damn, I was really hoping to work this out quickly. You’re really still going to play stubborn here?” Noriko put her hand on her forehead, as if the pretend speech and smile she gave earlier had given her a headache, but quickly recomposed herself as Haru’s muffled anger faintly tried to come through the seaweed stuck over her mouth.
“Okay, fine. You want to do things the hard way? Here is what we’re going to do, Ms. Okumura.” She said while grabbing Haru’s chin and bending down close to her face, Haru was able to feel Noriko’s breath as they locked eyes. “I am going out to run a few more errands and round up a few more collections. In the meantime, my girls are going to continue your extra special VIP massage. I could see you were loving it when I walked in.” Haru let out a small panicked yelp to deny it. “When I come back, I’m going to present your phone, you are going to call into your board of directors and let them know you will be appointing me as your temporary liaison for management, while you prepare yourself for the role. Is that understood?”
Haru looked up firmly into Noriko’s eyes, despite how silly she looked behind her seaweed gag and even though she couldn’t voice her disapproval out loud currently. Haru had only just recently sworn an oath to be a rebel, to drive her own path in life by her own decisions. She steeled herself, and shook her head while glaring at Noriko. “Ohohoho!” Noriko chuckled while narrowing her eyes at Haru. “Fiery! Well, I do love putting out the fires of passionate hearts.” She clapped her hands twice and turned to face her four employees who were still slightly bowed at attention.
“I will be taking my leave for a while, consider yourselves approved for overtime hours tonight. I think double time and a half should cover the late notice?” “That’s very kind, thank you Mistress.” The girls said. “Excellent. Now I want you to please, redouble your efforts to make sure Ms. Okumura is as relaxed as she can be. She is certainly feeling very tense right now.” Noriko glanced back into Haru’s eyes while lightly rubbing on her strapped down shoulder and the girls nodded in response to their assignment.
“Thank you all for your hard work. Ms. Okumura is a very important guest to us after all. I’ll be off, I’ll return before your shifts are over.” Noriko gave a wave behind her to all of them as her tall heels clacked, making her way over to and out of the exit. Suddenly, silence in the room as all four girls stopped bowing and began looking at Haru with a smile that made her lose all the bravado she had just a moment ago with Noriko.
“Hehe, well Ms. Okumura. It looks like we’ll have all night to be able to perfect our Tickle Therapy with you, isn’t that so exciting?” Haru protested behind her natural gag but it came out as useless noise as the girls all re-took their same positions around Haru’s delicate and plush soles, they weakly tried to even quiver as the four focused sets of eyes fell on them again. “Do we have any of the herbal oil in here? I think that would really help her loosen up.” Haru tried to scream and get the girl’s attention, but she was already only addressing the backs of four women, her muffled cries getting her nowhere fast as they prepared to begin their work again.
Taking two jars off the top of the cabinet, the girls sitting atop Haru began to unscrew the caps and started to lightly drip the oil inside them onto her toes. Quickly it began to overflow and streamed down the length of her sole. The girls sitting down began to massage the oil into every space on her foot, working it into every last bit of skin not covered by the seaweed. A slight heat worked its way up from the her soles through her legs, Haru moaned, despite knowing what was coming, the oil felt incredible. Tae's medical prowess designed the perfect skin care remedy that fully healed the skin and strengthened it's very nerves. But in this circumstance, enhanced sensitivity in her nerves were the last thing Haru would want. Now, even more ticklish than her professional pedicure had left her and every spot slick with oil to prevent any friction slowing anything down, she was in very, big, trouble.
The same patterns that brought her to tears before she was briefly relieved by Noriko’s interruption, repeated themselves on her feet. This time with a doubled intensity thanks to the oil permanently increasing her ticklishness and sensitivity. The toes of each foot being worked over by their own masseuse, she felt a nail scratching on every toe pad, another nail lazily tracing up and down the stem of her toe. Her heels and soles were claimed by the other two attendants sitting at her feet once again, rapid swishes over the entire range of her sole kept them a rosy red to match her strained, tear soaked face.
“Incredible Ms. Okumura, I don’t think we need to worry about finding the most effective spot for you!” The other girls giggled as their ring leader spoke, they seemed to be acting a little less tense and professional now that they had personally been tasked by Noriko to break Haru into shape. “Your whole foot seems like one, big tickle spot! All four of us can easily cover every inch on these adorable little feet, don’t you worry!
“HMHMHMHMHMHM! MHMHMHM!” Haru cried out in response, she desperately needed even the slightest break she could get. Trying to get their attention with her loud mewls behind her gag, if she could, she’d start to bargain with them. Just having one less tickler, one way to even slightly move her body to distract herself from the sensations flooding through her from her feet, freeing her toes from their brackets. Anything at all and she personally would’ve paid them a wage that would make their overtime look like change they found on the sidewalk. Whatever they wanted, Haru would give, if she could just get even the slightest bit of relief from the tickling. But the girls weren't interested in anything but doing a thorough and perfect job for Noriko.
“Of course Ms. Okumura, don’t worry, we hear you! We’re professionals, we weren’t planning on missing a single spot on your feet. You’re going to get the highest quality Tickle Therapy session ever given here! Just sit back and let it out, okay?” One of the girls tickling her toes relented for just a second to lean back and give Haru a smile. She looked into Haru’s panicked face as she tried to beg with her eyes, only for the girl to slide the sleeping mask slowly back down from the top of Haru's head over eyes, while giving a little wave as she took Haru's vision away. One less sense to think about, all the more focus to give on the destruction of her ticklish soles.
Time for Haru passed at a snail's pace while the girls put the most effort they had ever put into a shift at work. Two more hours of relentless nail scratching and prodding had left Haru in a state of defeat. She had resigned to just laying back, laughing as the tears trickled outside of her sleeping mask, until once again, Noriko returned. The girls ceased their tickling upon her arrival, as she walked up to Haru’s head and removed the mask over her eyes to talk with her. “Well, Ms. Okumura? Have you been enjoying our VIP massage? Has it relaxed you enough to have the clarity of mind to make a very important decision?” Noriko grinned as Haru spoke out an agreement into her gag which let no coherent sound out, fully tickled into submission.
“No? Still a fiery little rebel are we, Ms. Okumura?” Haru’s eyes widened, suddenly the adrenaline had kicked in to wake Haru back up from her resignation. Frantic pleas began to crash against the seaweed that had sealed her mouth shut. “I’m impressed Ms. Okumura, you’re as stubborn as I’ve heard your corporate employees say, unshaken in your conviction to do what you want to do! I respect that, I do.” Noriko looked like a spider who was eyeing prey trapped in her web as her own fire burned in her eyes at the sight of the cocooned Haru before her, the glee she felt from getting a chance to let her sadism loose for a bit excited her as she licked her lips.
“Girls, have you given Ms. Okumura a pedicure since being in the spa wrap? I’ve heard from our customers that it truly enhances the experience.” The girls all said “No Ma’am”, “Let’s, shall we? We want to make sure Haru is getting the full tour after all, and that means absolutely everything we have to offer!” Noriko turned to face the girls, “Of course Ma’am” They all stepped away from Haru and opened up the cabinet next to Haru’s massage table, she tried to lean over to see what they were grabbing but couldn’t adjust her head to see thanks to the strap holding her head in place.
Noriko, instead of leaving the room this time, took a seat across from Haru’s prison-like massage table and prepared for the show. Crossing her long, powerful legs in her seat and beginning to lazily flex her ankle around as she observed, her heel lightly popping out of her shoe with each turn. The girls had begun to take their positions around Haru again, tools in hand. Unable to see, Haru could still hear however, and it wasn’t just her panicked breathing, she could hear a slight pop of jars opening and the felt a hot substance trail down her soles once more. Another wave of heat traveled up her leg that even in her current circumstances felt so good it was enough to slightly temper her anxiety for this once in a lifetime pedicure she was about to receive. “This is the basic version of the oil we used to wrap the seaweed around you, while that one has a hardening agent in it, this one does not. It allows us to repeatedly apply it to your skin over and over, letting it naturally soak in, making you more sensitive with each application.”
One of the girls sat behind the stocks explained, encouraged by Noriko's presence to now offer Haru a teasing explanation of what was being done to her feet, putting on a show for their boss so she could see Haru's extra squirms, this knowledge of the oil making her even weaker ruining the brief glance at pleasure she got from feeling the oil being rubbed in. Meanwhile her and her partner poured the contents of their two jars over Haru’s soles as the two girls sat in front began to massage the oil into her feet for the second treatment.
Haru let out a small moan into her gag and closed her eyes despite herself, after hours of tickling this felt like the best, true, massage she had received since she had been here. Professionals they were, the massage didn’t miss a beat from perfection, they eased into each pressure point of her foot and her toes and buffed out each and every bit of tension from her sole. “This oil was specially made by a doctor here in Tokyo, it’s designed to fully heal and repair the skin, making it look healthy and fresh. But, like any medicine made from questionable sources, it has a major side effect Ms. Okumura.” Haru peaked one eye open, knowing what bad news was about to befall her but not able to fully pull herself back to being alert as the massage was currently doing wonders to her. “The strength of the healing herbs in the oil works too well, it heals the skin and revitalizes your nerves to new heights. That sensitivity increase I mentioned? It doesn't ever go away, you're welcome~"
Haru groaned having already resigned herself to being tickled and knew that pleading would only be mocked with Noriko sitting back to watch and the girls trying to show off for their boss, she tried to enjoy what was left of her massage before the act was finished. ”Okay, Ms. Okumura! Get ready! It’s time for the enhanced VIP pedicure~” The girls all picked up their tools, one with each hand. Haru clamped her eyes shut to brace herself, but it didn’t matter. The result of the pedicure’s sudden and abrupt start after her heavenly massage and now the surprise reality of her increased sensitivity, shot her eyes so wide open you would be forgiven for fearing they were going to pop out.
The tools of choice for the girl’s sat at Haru’s soles, were four scalp massagers. Perfectly fit into the palms of their firm hands that glided according to their whims along Haru’s trapped Empress feet. They swept across the entire foot, putting extra effort into pressing them deep into Haru’s heel that was perfectly contained within the stockade, and speeding them up when they dug into the balls of her feet, occasionally letting them trickle down the sole, sometimes running both into her heel. Haru’s energetic reaction from just the massagers alone nearly started a crack in the crème encasing her in the seaweed. So desperate she was to get away from the extreme sensations. Unfortunately for her, even escape from the seaweed wouldn’t be enough thanks to the straps holding her down, she would be going nowhere.
But there were two more girls still providing Haru with extended care and attention. Focusing on her toes, they were using nail brushes with handle grips in each hand. Allowing them to expertly and rapidly brush the tops and the sides of each toe. Sometimes trapping a single toe between their two bristle brushes like a car in a car wash as they swung them back and forth, other times running them on two toes, each up and down from toe tip to the bottom of the stem cycling through all five at random for the foot assigned to them, each fully dedicated to either the right or left. Variety was the key to driving Haru mad and mad she was certainly going, their most efficient move was to glide one brush across all five toe pads and the other directly along the tips of them all, teasing right at the edge of her glossy noir nails and the sensitive skin that met her nail. If she still had energy, she might have been able to snap a tie or two from her toes, the shaking was getting so intense to attempt to get away, but alas, they all fell in line for their brushing.
After just a few minutes of this, a shriek came from Haru signaling she was nearly at her limit and Noriko simply clapped, causing her girls to immediately stop and set their brushes down. Noriko elegantly stood straight up, in a stark contrast to the disheveled Haru, and approached again. “Ms. Okumura, have we reached an agreement? Will you let the Okumura Foods board know we have an arrangement, so I can meet with them?” Noriko unlatched the strap across Haru’s head waiting for a nod from Haru, which came as soon as the strap was undone. Noriko snapped her fingers at the girls, and as if it had been rehearsed a dozen times, the two girls sitting at Haru’s feet began to resume their blessed massage from just moments ago and the other two girls began to apply a solution to Haru’s mouth and gently remove the seaweed.
Being able to move her mouth again and stretch it with a flex, shuddering at how good the sudden massage felt, Haru was surprisingly at ease. Noriko held Haru’s phone to her head with the chairman of Okumura Food’s board of directors currently being dialed in from Haru’s contacts page, it rang three times before someone answered. Pleasantries ensued for a quick hello, before Haru cleared her throat, attempting to sound less shaken than she was, but the massage at her feet was helping her remain at ease. “I’ve thought about what the board said, about how I’m not yet ready to run the company.” She gulped, composing herself to bring the right words to mind, fearing a swift punishment if she didn't sound convincing. “Well, to satisfy the board as well as work to improve myself, I’ve found someone I would like to act as my Interim and…” Haru glanced up at Noriko, who was waving her finger as if to direct her to speed up. “Mentor me.. I’d like to call a meeting to formally appoint her.” A few more pleasantries, a goodbye, and then Noriko hung up the phone.
“Lovely, thank you my dear!” Noriko said while pocketing the phone and caressing Haru’s cheek. “N-Now will you let me go?” Haru meekly replied “Oh, sureeee. After the meeting of course, I need to make sure everything is in order first so I can assure this goes through. Plus, the girls still have their shift left with you, I can’t cut them loose after I promised them overtime.” A gasp came from Haru as she immediately went to speak up for herself only for Noriko to raise a finger up to Haru while looking back at her girls “I have a feeling the rest of the shift will be much more delicate now, right girls?” The girls received the message, tickle therapy was done. “Of course, Ma'am.” confirming with a bow.
“Excellent, now, as we’ve all heard, I have a meeting to attend. You girls play nice together.” As quickly as the whirlwind of Noriko had entered, she had left, a trail of her intimidating aura left in her wake as she moved, fired up to take her victory. When the door closed behind her exit, Haru attempted to nervously plead for her release to the girls who simply shushed her. “It’s been a long day Ms. Okumura, relax and let’s wind down now.” The girls at Haru’s feet resumed their massage again causing Haru to moan from the relief, the two once sat behind the stocks had moved again. This time one sat cross legged at the top of the table, placing Haru’s head in her lap and began to gently massage her face. The other sat across her stomach, leaning in to massage her shoulders and her arms at her side. Finally a real full body massage worthy of being called the full tour was gracing Haru’s aching body and she fell into a tranquil bliss. A delightful tingle crashed across her as she could feel light kisses begin to embrace her feet as the two girls continued their deep foot massage along with them until she was finally lulled into a peaceful sleep.
A loud heel clack echoed down the hallway as Noriko made her way down the halls of Okumura Foods towards the Board of Directors room. She kept looking forwards toward her goal as she drew stares from other corporate employees as she walked. Both admirers and abhorrers alike, some entranced by her sultry beauty from her long legs in her sharp form fitting white suit, delicately contrasted with her blood red high heels that matched the streak of red in her hair, others weirded out by the jacket draped over her shoulders revealing the unprofessional tattoo sleeves along her arms rarely seen in this strict environment. She was used to catching eyes wherever she went, so she had long since stopped paying it any mind.
Making it down to the end of the hall, Noriko arrived poignantly late, icing the nervous board as all eyes were on her entering the room and shutting the door behind her. She immediately recognized a few among them, giving them a graceful glance as they neglected to make eye contact, ashamed they knew her from their secret night time activities. But what was the point of their wealth if they couldn’t flaunt it in one of Noriko’s establishments? Allowing them the chance to let their inhibitions fall off their shoulders from time to time. That’s what they told themselves as they quickly understood Noriko was who Haru was referring to.
Already having dirt on a few of the members, having a solid business proposal in mind, and a verbal confirmation from Haru herself, Noriko had all but sealed the deal. There remained a few outliers left to bring on board for a majority vote, which is where Noriko revealed her final card to play. If she was made Interim President, she would be able to employ Haru as an intern at one of her finest spas in Tokyo, where she would be able to discreetly ensure she was unable to meddle in the affairs of the company for a few more years than just college would. She implied the role would be very similar to the activities at one of her popular nightclubs and it would take a very long, long time in private to master the professional art. This excited the shadier members of the board who knew exactly what Noriko implied and who quickly went out of their way to none to subtly campaign on her behalf to those on the fence.
Noriko's final closing statement assured the group she would be much more open to proposals and certain strategies for the company than the compassionate Haru would ever allow. Finally, the vote was called after that, only two against. Noriko had done it, she secured her victory. Some handshakes and a post meeting discussion later, Noriko stepped outside of the offices and simply laughed to herself. With Okumura Foods now under her control, Noriko had the funds to fuel every plan she had to set in motion her complete control of the underworld beneath her divine feet. A quick phone call to her protage, Emma, to pick her up and drive her back to the Spa. A sinister grin across her face as she headed to jump start Haru’s new internship, explaining it all to Emma as they approached.
A sudden commotion stirred Haru awake, the four masseuses who had opened the door were walking into the room and lining up along the side wall, bowing as Noriko and Emma walked into the room. The fog of her deep rest started to fade away as she became anxious of so many people walking into the room all at once, surrounding her. She looked around and recognized every face but one, but it looked slightly familiar to her, she couldn’t quite place it. Her eyes continued to wander the room, until she caught a sight that stunned her wide awake and made her heart race. The medical straps still held her firm to the massage table, the stocks still held her feet and ankles still while two locks kept them clamped shut, but the big change she noticed, was her seaweed wrap was gone, replaced by a thick rubber that encased her entire body just as the seaweed once had. An initial struggle showed her it was even more firm than the hardened seaweed.
“Good Morning, Haru!” Noriko threw her arms out, welcoming Haru to the day and approaching the side of her massage table. “I trust you slept well, my girls are very talented with their hands once they get to know you.” The girls waved at a shocked Haru, still trying to wrap her head around what was happening. How long had she been asleep, was she going to be let out, when did this solid rubber envelope her body?
“I have great news, the meeting went perfectly thanks to your help. I’m officially the Interim President at Okumura Foods! We’re going to do wonderful things working together.” Noriko smiled, running her hand through Haru’s hair gently. “C-Can you let me go now then, p-please.” Haru asked nervously. “But I haven’t even gotten to the most exciting part! My first, and most important task is of course, training and developing you to be a strong leader like me. I’ll need to teach you everything I know, all of the little tricks to get ahead in this business and this world. My first lesson for you…” Noriko brought her hand down from Haru’s hair to her chin, cupping it in her hand.
“You need to tickle everyone who opposes you into absolute submission.”
A chill ran down Haru’s spine, she attempted to shift uncomfortably in her bonds at this answer, remaining speechless and immobile in the tight rubber. “To that end, I’ve brought my protage, Emma, here to assist in the lesson.” Noriko extended a hand out to introduce Emma, who greeted her with a smile that revealed a wicked intent. Haru’s heart sank, the name and that smile made it connect together for her. She knew the girl was familiar but couldn’t place it, Emma. That was the girl Makoto had told her about and she had seen in the pictures Makoto received from that night. Selfies taken by this cruel woman of her bright smile shining next to an exhausted Makoto after being tickled far beyond her limits, make up that Emma applied to her running down her face. She had described Emma as the most ruthless of every girl she encountered at the club, who had an incredible desire to tickle people beyond any sense of reason or limits just because she liked it. Now that very same girl was smiling down on Haru while she couldn’t get away.
“You’re going to be the first internship I oversee while I’m in the Interim role, Haru. Hopefully the first of many. You see, this is a lesson I intend to teach to all of my employees. Emma is the perfect one to train every new hire we get as my top performer.” Emma had a proud look on her face from Noriko’s comment. “As an intern to start off, you will be helping Emma teach this lesson until they all clearly understand it and can perform it. To do so, Emma will be instructing them all on how, with your precious feet as the practice grounds.” Emma patted Haru’s soles gently as Noriko said this final piece.
“W-WAIT! NO! N-NO PLEASE! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? NOT THAT! I GAVE YO…!!” Haru’s begging was interrupted by one of the masseuses placing a large rubber ball gag into her mouth. Caught with her mouth wide open from her pleading, the gag nearly completely seals her mouth shut, the yells barely coming through as a whisper now. “Shhhh, quiet while I’m speaking, Haru.” Noriko firmly said as the gag was clasped shut over her head. “This is for your own good and development as a leader. I should warn you though, it could take awhile for this lesson to hit home. But I have the utmost faith in you.” Noriko and Emma delightfully laughed at the fear in Haru’s face.
“Let me show you to your room, your internship comes with quite an adorable one. It isn’t far…” Noriko pulled up the cabinet door behind Haru, revealing the cubbyhole the massage table slid out from. “It’s just right here, don’t worry about feeling claustrophobic, you’ll be too busy to worry about silly thoughts like that.” Haru continued to try and plead desperately into her gag, trying to fight against the rubber and the straps containing her, but it was utterly futile. Emma grabbed onto the opposite end of the table and began to slowly slide it back into its proper storage space.
“Good-bye, Intern~” Emma said, while she wheeled Haru further and further into the cubby, her muffled noises becoming more and more faint as she was pushed deeper in.
When the table reached all the way back into the storage cubby, Noriko slid the cabinet door back down. It clicked shut as it closed perfectly in line with the stocks for Haru’s feet, flush with the wall. The only thing separating it from looking just like any other wall in the building, were Haru’s soft and delicate feet. Sticking out from their place, their bindings not allowing any movement anymore, they looked simply like decorations to adorn the wall. The finishing touch, each of the masseuses approached, revealing a padlock in hand, and latched them all onto four metal clamps for the cabinet hinge, locking it shut. The girls turned around, bowed before handing two of the keys to Emma and the other two to Noriko, before leaving the room.
Emma looked to be nearly bouncing with excitement as she slid her two keys onto her car key ring, Noriko placed her two keys into her own jacket pocket. The remaining two keys for the locks clamping the stocks shut held somewhere within the spa, likely lost by careless employees in need of strict training. Leaving six firm locks to hold Haru within her cubby, the keys all out of reach for anyone, as none would be able to get to Noriko. Emma turned to look at Noriko like a dog, eager to go out for a walk. Noriko smirked at Emma, “Fine, but don’t haze the Intern too much on their first day. I’m going home, so pace yourself.” Emma didn’t know the meaning of that phrase...
A few months later...
“Now, don’t forget this spot right here. It’s incredibly sensitive as normally the tips of the toes would cover it if the foot was relaxed, so it doesn’t get touched very often. Making it a prime tickle spot.” Emma showcased the spot at the very top edge of the balls of the foot to her group of new hires, who nodded while taking their combs and quickly running them from side to side on the delicate flesh just under the toes, muffled laughter could be heard through the wall for a few minutes as they followed the example given.
“Perfect, exactly like that! Okay, let’s take a small break!” Emma clapped her hands in glee as her trainees set their combs down and they left the room together, off to go for lunch. They talked on the way about how much fun their training sessions had been these past weeks as Emma was forging new tickle demons like herself.
One of the new girls spoke up in their discussions recalling their fun and best spots to get. “I gotta give the girl in there credit though, no amount of money would make me think that’s worth it. I couldn’t take it!”
“Me neither, maybe she really needs the money though?” The other girl shrugged. “She must have been doing this gig for a while. You can still hear her laughing the whole time, so she’s got some lungs and stamina on her, I’d have probably passed out. Who is she anyway?” The two trainees turned to Emma who looked confused.
“Huh? Oh, I don’t really know, she’s just an Intern.”
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