Ticklemang
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Part 1: http://http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?309921-Wife-mercilessly-tickle-tortured-by-her-Ex-while-I-get-edged-(INTENSE)-Part-1
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of Davis and his assistants pulling Olivia off of the X frame. After allowing her to go to the bathroom under close watch, I observed as they manhandled her body onto a new piece of furniture. While she struggled, it was pretty halfhearted and fatigue from her ordeal considerably weakened her. She was forced onto a table where her knees were bent and her legs from her shins down were parallel to the ground. Her arms were secured in front of her parallel to the ground in a way that forced her body to bend at the waist so her butt and pussy were in the air. A strap was wrapped from the backs of her knees around her back and secured to the table in multiple places, ensuring that she couldn’t move at all. Taking her rubber socks off, Davis repeated his lotioning and heating ritual from last night before placing Olivia’s ankles in stocks.
“I know you’ve got plenty of other sensitive spots down here, Olivia, and I plan on tickling the shit out of every. Single. One. Starting with your sensitive little taint.”
“Come on Davis, this has gone far enough. If you release us now, we won’t pursue legal action. Davis… NO! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY BUTT!! DAVIS NO! PLEASE DON”T TICKLE ME LIKE THIS!! PLEAHEHEHAHAHAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her shouting and begging devolved immediately as he touched the electric toothbrush to her taint. She started as if shocked and continued thrashing in her bonds as much as she could. WIth less than a centimeter of leeway in each direction, there was nothing she could do to resist the sensations. Davis dragged the brush around the space between her vagina and butthole, tracing figure eights, zig zags and all sorts of patterns. Within three minutes, tears dripped from her eyes, causing the newly applied mascara to run down her face. This was pure torture for Olivia; her taint was between two of her most erogenous zones, but it gave her no sexual pleasure. The tickle torture continued for Olivia as nurses stuck their long manicured nails into her armpits and tickled her back and legs. The buzzing on her taint proved to be one of the worst sensations Olivia ever felt. Despite her overwhelming urge to get away, she was helpless to do so. Before long, her screams of mirth were intermixed with crying as her nerves were completely overwhelmed. Uncaring, Davis clicked on a second toothbrush and began using it.
“Do you think you’re not in for a horrible day today, sweetheart?” One of the women asked me. “We are going to edge you so hard today you won’t even be able to say your name.” WIth that, she stuck a needle into my leg that was hooked up to an IV bag. “This is a special chemical that actually blocks your ability to cum. Davis is going to be using a bit on your wife, and we’re going to be using a shit load on you,” she explained with a sadistic grin. Taking off my chastity belt, she oiled up her hands as my Dick immediately shot to full mast. As soon as she was ready, the woman began stroking my dick as hard and fast as she could. Within seconds, I thought I was going to cum, but right as I approached the edge, I stopped making progress towards an orgasm. Groaning, I realized that this chemical would allow you to get as physically close to cumming as is humanly possible without allowing you over the edge, and would then hold you there for as long as it was in your blood.
A keening scream came from Olivia and she sunk into more crying. Over and over Davis dragged the toothbrushes around the sensitive spot until Olivia was quite literally losing her mind. She begged out of reflex, clinging onto a sliver of hope that he would spare her crotch region from tickle torture and maddening edging. Despite the awful feeling, she knew that before long, he would be using brushes and toothbrushes and vibrators on her pussy and asshole, and while that would tickle, it would also make her horny as fuck. Thirty minutes later, long after Olivia had been completely broken, Davis finally clicked off the toothbrushes.
*sniff* “That was” *sniff* “Horrible!!! Please Davis! No More!”
Ignoring her, Davis picked up a calligraphy brush, explaining, “Now it’s time to go to work on your cute little ass. First this brush, then the toothbrushes. If you’re lucky, I might leave a vibrator in there for you.”
“DAVIS NOT MY BUTT!! PLEASE! YOU’RE JUST GOING TO BRUSH MY ASS FOR HOURS UNTIL I’M INSANE!! NO! GET THAT BRUSH AWAY FROM MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”
Giggling profusely, Olivia thrashed in her bonds as Davis dragged the stiff brush around her buttcheeks, tracing unpredictable patterns all over. While her laughter was light and the tickling was not extremely intense, the sensation of something down there was driving Olivia crazy. After a while, Davis brought the brushes closer to her crack; Olivia’s laughter rose in pitch and severity as the brushes danced around the periphery of her anus and between her sensitive, hairless buttcheeks.
“NOHOHOH DAVIHIHSS NOHOHOHT MY AHAHAHAHASSSSS PLEASE!!!!”
Slowly, Davis moved the brushes closer and closer to her asshole. When they finally touched it, Olivia screamed like a mad man before dissolving into heavy laughter and incoherent begging. Even though it tickled like nothing else, Olivia was finding her current predicament increasingly hot, and she felt her libido flaring up once more. In addition to the sexiness of being dominated and having Davis drag his brush all around her privates, forcing out screams of laughter, her anus was one of her most erogenous zones. As she thrashed in place and Davis scribbled the brushes all over her asshole, Olivia’s pussy began dripping once again.
Watching my wife get dominated and turned on by her buff ex boyfriend was torture enough, but on top of that, my tickling fetish was fully active right now and a very attractive woman had been pumping my dick as hard as she could for over twenty five minutes. As Olivia’s Laughter became intermixed with moans and groans, the orderly grabbed a pocket pussy and slid it over my dick, pumping it just as hard as before. Being kept on edge for so long was driving me crazy! How could it be that I am the most turned on I’ve ever been and my dick is being pumped like crazy, but I couldn’t orgasm? A long shriek distracted my from my own predicament as focused in on Olivia again.
Davis had turned on an electric toothbrush and just stuck it into her buttcrack, laying it right over her asshole. Olivia wailed and screamed as Davis shifted the brush ever so slightly in different directions. The tickling sensation overpowered all rational thought as she simply laughed and squealed and humped the air. Olivia had never felt anything like this sensation, and she would do anything to get away from it. Despite this, she subconsciously hoped Davis would brush her ass for another ten minutes and then fuck her silly. Davis continued with the toothbrush for another fifteen minutes before clicking on another one and touching it to her taint again. The combination of sensations drove Olivia crazy as her ex buzzed her ass and gooch silly.
“OH NOHOHOHOOOO PLEHEHEHEASEEEE DAVIS NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOH! PLEASE FUCK MEHEHEHEHE!!!”
Olivia’s desires had finally manifested themselves in her words, but Davis continued to brush her asshole and taint for another thirty minutes. As he clicked the brushes off, Olivia’s tensed muscles relaxed, and she slumped over. Before she realized what was happening, Davis undid the restraints and and picked her up. As she struggled in vain, he carried her to another machine that looked like a tilted back gynecologist’s chair. Placing her in it, he strapped her right arm and leg together and her left arm and leg together, leaving her pussy completely and utterly exposed to him at the perfect angle. Giving her a little injection of what I can only assume to be the same chemical I was injected with, Davis then pulled out a calligraphy brush.
“Oh god!! Davis please just make me cum! I can’t stand this! PLEASE!”
He started tracing the brush around the edge of her sopping wet vagina, between her labia and her legs, just to tease. Olivia whimpered while trying to buck as Davis dragged the stiff point around and around, dancing it over her most sensitive areas. Slowly, the circles and patterns he traced made it closer and closer to her pussy. Dripping, Olivia squirmed while the brush made its rounds, helpless to do anything but beg. After several minutes, Davis peeled her lips slightly apart and began brushing her vagina, stimulating Olivia with the lightest and most maddening sexual sensations she had ever experienced. As he continued, her begging devolved into incoherent repetition of the same thing.
“Please make me cum. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. OH MY GOD LET ME CUHUHUHUUUM! PLEHEHHEASE IM GOING INSANE! DAVIHIHIHISSSSSS FUCK ME OR SOMETHING JUST LET ME CUUUUM!!”
She obviously didn’t know about the serum he had injected her with, and I was powerless to tell her or help the situation at all. Sliding the pocket pussy off my dick, the woman in front of me lowered her head, maintaining eye contact as she popped my rock hard member in her mouth and began sucking. She slid up and down, working her tongue around the head nonstop. I felt the same way as Olivia, only I couldn’t speak, was forced to sit there with tears streaking down my face as my thrashing cock was edged beyond all belief.
For thirty long minutes, each of us received our respective torture without anything changing. As Davis finally put down the brush, Olivia’s thrashing body and begging didn’t slow at all. Her eyes widened as she saw him pick up a two pronged vibrator, and she squirmed as he stuck one end into her pussy and touched the other end to the outside of her asshole. When he clicked it on, Olivia went ballistic; she continued to moan and giggle, squirm in her bondage, and beg for release as he picked up an electric toothbrush and grabbed her boobs again, going to town on her nipples.
For my part, the woman in front of me pulled up a chair and slipped off her shoes, revealing a pair of pale creamy feet with long painted toes. The soft soles were tinted pink as she rubbed lube all over them and then began sliding her feet up and down my dick, focusing on the head with her hands and mouth. I had foolishly thought this torture couldn’t get any worse, but my foot fetish served to intensify my already maddening libido. Her verbal teasing hardly reached my ears as I focused only on the sensations coursing through my penis.
“NOHOHO DAVIIIIIIIS!! I *gasp* NEEEEED TO *moan* CUM!! PLEASE!!”
As he edged her to the brink of insanity, Olivia could only think about her desire to be forced to orgasm by her ex. He had always made her do things, leveraging his physical power over her, and this was no different. The eroticism of the entire situation strengthened the physical sensations she was feeling while this hunk abused her tits, vagina, and anus against her will. Realistically, though, she had to admit that if she was given the choice to stop right now, she wouldn’t have taken it.
After he had his fill, Davis put down the toothbrush and pulled down his pants, allowing his huge erection to fall out. Staring, Olivia’s eyes bugged out of her head as she remembered all the times before she’s seen it. The best and longest lasting sex of her life had been with that dick, and those memories didn’t fade easily.
“Beg me to fuck you,” Davis ordered.
“PLEASE FUCK ME DAVIS IM BEGGING YOU!” Olivia screamed without hesitation, keeping her eyes on Davis’ cock.
“Tell me that you’ll always be my little slut. That I own you and your pussy.”
“IM YOUR SLUT! IM YOUR SLUT AND YOU OWN MY PUSSY! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME DAVIS I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!
Smugly, Davis slowly stuck his huge dick into Olivia’s pussy, forcing her to groan as he did. He took his time building the thrusts up as she whimpered and twitched. As his thrusts increased in pace, Davis took two egg vibrators and a smaller one, and fastened them to Olivia’s nipples and asshole. He then took a stick the size of a pen that had a textured spinning ball on the end, clicked it on so it vibrated and showed it to Olivia. He touched it to her clit as right he clicked on the other vibrators, forcing her to scream in overstimulation. Her mind went completely blank as the vibrating of her butt, nipples, and clit drove her insane. How was she not able to cum from all this?
“UNGHHHH UUUUUGHHHH PLEASE!! LEHEEET ME CUUUUM! MMMMMUGHH DAVIS!! UHHHHHUHUH”
Olivia’s begging continued as tears streamed down her face. She thrashed in place as hard as she could while her eyes rolled back into her head. Davis simply continued fucking her and maneuvering the tool around her clit for a long time. Stopping to pull his dick out, he shot thick streams of cum all over her naked body and face, and almost immediately began fucking her again.
It continued like this for about an hour, with Olivia begging to cum, moaning and screaming, thrashing in her bonds and being forcibly turned on both in accordance with and against her will. Eventually, the drug began to wear off, and she simply screamed as all the stimulation continued. Smiling, Davis continued dragging the tool around her clit as Olivia bucked and wailed, unable to contain the explosion that had been building up for so long. She came for over two minutes before laying limp in her bondage, unable to hold her head up.
Unwilling to give her a break, Davis undid the restraints with his remote. He then picked her up, encountering no resistance, and moved her to a new piece of furniture. He placed her torso on a padded bench that ran almost parallel to the ground, angles slightly downwards, securing her arms along the length of her body and strapping her to the bench. He then bent her flexible legs toward her head, bent slightly at the knees, securing them to supports that spread them slightly apart so her face was visible between them. Finally, he secured her feet in stocks at the end of the leg supports so she was immobilized in a contorted position with her legs over her body and her face underneath her feet. As Olivia realized what was going on, she began begging once again.
“No… Davis please. After everything you’ve done to me! Just leave my feet alone…” As Davis began slipping off her heated socks, slowly revealing portions of her pink soles, Olivia’s begging took on a more frantic tone.
“NO DAVIS! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THOSE SOCKS OFF! PLEASE!! YOU KNOW I CAN’T STAND TO HAVE MY FEET TOUCHED!! YOU KNOW I GET PEDICURES ALL THE TIME!! OH GOD DON’T TOUCH MY FEET! NOT LIKE THIS! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER JUST PLEASE STOP!!
Her voice reached a crescendo as he removed the second sock. After tying her big toes and pinkie toes in place, Davis placed his hands on Olivia’s feet. Standing over her face as she begged and whimpered, his crotch resting on the top of her head and her forehead, he began gently tracing the pads of his fingers along her soles, savoring the softness and lotion all over them. Olivia’s feet truly were the most beautiful he had ever seen, and by far the most ticklish. Giggling ensued, just from the contact he made that was so light, normal people would hardly have registered it. Olivia continued begging pointlessly while he touched her soles all over. It was infuriating to watch; I was never even allowed to hold her feet or give massages because of this guy.
Eventually, he scratched a single nail down her sole, forcing Olivia to shriek and thrash. Waiting a few seconds, he did it again. Over and over, Davis dragged a single nail down alternating soles. Helpless to stop it, Olivia was forced to deal with the predictable sensation. Tears were already welling up in her eyes as Davis scratched her feet in this manner for several minutes. As her laughter continued, Davis eventually changed tactics, using one finger to quickly scratch a small area of her heel over and over. He continued scratching her heel with a single finger, eliciting screams and begging, and eventually moved on to multiple fingers. The spidering of nails over her soft round heels was driving Olivia insane as she struggled to thrash in place or do anything that would prevent her feet from being stimulated. As I watched him drag his fingers gently over her pink heels, I jerked in place; How I wished that it could have been me who was allowed to tickle my wife instead. Listening to her beg him to do anything else to her but tickle her feet was an insane turn on.
It turned Olivia on as well to be so helpless under the gentle fingers of her former fling, unable to stop him from sending electric tingles up her soles. Shrieking and squealing, she tried her hardest to move her feet away from the sensations, but was wholly immobilized and unable. Once he grew bored with her heels, Davis began tracing that nail around the edges of her feet and along the backs of them, only hoping to tease her and increase the anticipation of the real torture. She felt his cock twinge on her head as he teased the shit out of her, and she longed for a time when she would simply rub her feet on it and not have to deal with this terrible torment.
Her thought was cut short as Davis quickly scribbled a nail down each of her soles, forcing her to scream. She looked under his crotch directly at me, and her face expressed a complex mix of terror and horniness. As Davis continued scratching down her arches over and over, her screams devolved into uncontrolled laughter and begging about how she couldn’t take it. Evidently extremely hard, Davis took off his pants and underwear so his bare dick sat on my wife’s face. Every once in a while, she tried to catch it in her mouth, hoping for a short break, but was unable to amid her frenzied laughter. Once he decided it was time to ramp up the torture, Davis pulled out a pair of claw shaped metal back scratchers. Dragging them over her stomach and torso, he let her know how they would feel on her feet before he went to work.
“Heheh Davis!! Don’t!”, Olivia protested, her red rimmed eyes widening. “PLEASE!! YOU CAN’T USE TOOLS ON MY FEET!! NOT LIKE THIS!! I CAN’T MOVE!
Thinking for a moment, Davis put one of the scratchers down and squirted some viscous lotion onto one of his hands before rubbing it into Olivia’s feet. When they were thoroughly coated again, he rested the points of the claws on her soles. He began gently moving one in circles, eliciting louder pleas and begging from Olivia, who was thrashing in her bondage as much as she could.
NOHOHOOOO DAVIS! I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEHEHEHASE AHEHEHEHAAAAA”
I was losing my mind watching this spectacle. Davis had carefully ensure that I got a perfect view not only of Olivia’s face, but of her feet as well. The orderly kept stroking my cock with her feet as I watched my wife beg for her feet to be spared. More than I could handle, I felt like my dick would fall off any second, but there was still plenty liquid left in the IV bag, so I endured the teasing as I watched Davis tickle the feet I was never allowed to touch.
Olivia flexed her feet as hard as she could to escape the restraints, but as she already knew, she was tied so tight she could hardly move any part of her body. Dragging the claws in repeated circular motions, Davis followed predictable patterns over Olivia’s soles. Unable to stop the patterns, she simply laughed and begged. The knowledge of where was going to be tickled only served to make the torture worse, as she could anticipate it but do nothing to stop it. Surprisingly enough, a few sticky drops traced their way from her vagina through her ass and landed on the floor. Despite the torture, she was unwilling being turned on by her submissive position and the tickling she was forcibly subjected to.
Switching it up, Davis began quickly scratching the claws up and down her soles, turning them even pinker than they already were. Immediately, Olivia began laughing louder than before, intermittently mixing begging in between squeals. I saw her eyes focus in on Davis’ cock from time to time and wondered what she was thinking about it… The unmistakable dripping from her bottom half left little to the imagination, however. After thirty minutes of nonstop scrubbing and responsive shrieks, Davis began slowing down. Tears streamed down Olivia’s face, and her naked chest heaved as she caught her breath. A veritable puddle had formed beneath her ass on the ground, and Davis didn’t miss it. Walking around to her bottom half, Davis rested his engorged penis on her vagina, twitching it every once in a while. She moved responsively, attempting to open herself up to receive him, but unable to do so.
“Do you want me to fuck you??”
“Please Davis! Just do it already I can’t take anymore!”
Pressing a few buttons on the remote, Davis adjusted her bondage so that her legs bent at the knees and her feet were facing the ceiling. As he pressed his monster dick into her vagina, she let out a loud grunt, and I watched her face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Beginning slowly, Davis increased the pace of his thrusting until her was pounding in and out of Olivia every second. She started moaning, and for a second we locked eyes, but she quickly looked away. After a few minutes, Davis took his hands off her hips and began to gently scratch her soles. Her eyes, screwed shut with pleasure, shot open as her grunting turned to giggles. The light tickling was enough to make her laugh, but not enough to induce the screaming from earlier.
“Stohop Davihihis! I was about to cuhuhum hehehe ahahaha nohoho!”
As he lightly traced his fingers along her soles, Davis continued thrusting in and out, enjoying himself immensely. He would focus on her heels, scritching gently over the rounded surface, then move up to the arches. It became clear the Olivia was enjoying this greatly too, as her giggles and moans mixed together. After a few minutes, Davis pulled his penis out and shot a thick stream of cum right onto Olivia’s face. After the first, several others followed, landing in her hair, and over her tits as well. Without stopping, Davis continued tickle fucking my wife until they had each orgasmed several more times.
Panting, Olivia lay limp in her bondage as her legs moved back to their original position. Davis pulled out a pair of soft bristle rotating circular brushes and grabbed Olivia’s boobs. While he was doing so, Olivia realized what was happening and began protesting.
“Davis leave my boobs alone! I thought we were done here!” She tried to shake from side to side, but was unable to as he attached the brushes to her nipples. “Please!! I can’t take any more teasing just let me go!!”
As she continued protesting, he turned the brushes on and she jerked, eyes closed. This stimulation was unique and intense, concentrated on her sensitive and ticklish nipples. She started in surprise when he began dragging a pen along her soles.
“NO! DAVIHIS NOHOHOT THE FEHEHEET AGAIN!!”
He methodically scratched the pen over a certain area again and again until it was completely black, and then moved on to a clean spot. Beginning with the balls of her feet, Davis traced a circular spiral pattern out from the center, going over the same part multiple times. Once the balls of her feet were completely black, He switched to the heels. All the while, Olivia screamed and begged for mercy, thrashing in her bondage. The nipple and foot stimulation combined to restart the drip from her pussy onto the ground, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. Being so thoroughly dominated sexually turned her on like nothing she had ever experienced, and the tickling only added to her dilemma. As Davis dug the pen into her heels over and over, she felt a constant twinge in her vagina, begging to be stimulated again. While he colored in her soles, Olivia could think of nothing more than Davis brushing her feet raw and fucking her until she couldn’t move anymore. Moving on to her arches, Davis forced Olivia to laugh even harder, and tears ran down her face while she screamed and begged. When her feet were completely colored in, Davis put the pen down.
“You’re probably going to enjoy this, Olivia,” he gloated, before turning around and smirking at me. That was a rice based ink. Completely edible, and it comes off a little easier than the normal stuff.”
He lowered his face toward her feet and began kissing and sucking on them. He licked up and down her soles over and over. The feeling was incredible for Olivia, a mixture of light tickling and erotic sensations concentrated on her feet. While Davis sucked on her heel, her eyes rolled back and she let out another groan. The feeling of his tongue dragging up her arch, while ticklish, sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her to buck in the bondage. Davis mixed these motions up, very slowly removing the ink from her right foot. Without thinking about it, she reached her head up and took his dick into her mouth. She sucked him off as best she could, even pulling out stops she had never used on me, like sucking on his balls and deepthroating, all the while making periodic eye contact with me and quickly looking away. Over and over Davis licked, kissed, and sucked her right sole until it slowly began returning to its normal color.
As he was finishing cleaning her arches with his tongue, something I was never allowed to do, Olivia exploded. She bucked in her bondage over and over, and all the while Davis continued to go to town on her foot. A stream shot out from her vagina, spraying all over the ground in front of her. Without stopping, Davis switched feet, eliciting more moans and giggles out of Olivia. She continued trying to suck Davis off, but was apparently unable to do so as she was too distracted from her own treatment. After about an hour of worship, Davis was finally finished cleaning off her soles.
“Oh god Davis! Don’t stop! Please I need to cum again!!”
Davis began pulling out peculiar looking clamps before undoing the toe restraints on Olivia’s feet. As he began attaching the first clamp, he explained what they were.
“These are special devices I had custom made. Inside each one is an array or polishing brushes that covers every possible angle. They wrap all the way around all five toes on each foot, covering the stems, pads, the in between parts, the backs, and even under the nails. These powerful brushes leave no stone unturned of your toes, and I intend to let them do their work on you for a long, long time. “
“NO! DAVIS NO! NOT MY TOES!! YOU CAN’T!!! OH GOD PLEASE LEAVE MY TOES ALONE DAVIS THIS IS TOO MUCH!”
While he finished attaching the first clamp to her right foot, he secured it flat against the stocks so she couldn’t move her foot at all. Beginning on the second, he responded to her shouts and begging.
“I never even got to try tickling your toes Olivia, you’d always clench them so hard. It’s finally time to see how bad they really are.”
Her long, red painted toes flexed in anticipation as he placed them within the brush clamp. Previously untouched, they were now the target of an impending relentless onslaught. The milky white appendages vanished as he closed the second clamp and secured it.
“OH GOD PLEASE! PLEEEAAASEEEE DAVIS DON’T DO THIS! ANYTHING BUT MY TOES!!”
“These brushes are self lubricating, so don’t worry about getting hurt, it’ll just tickle really, really bad.”
With that, he switched the devices on. Olivia began thrashing in place and screaming as loud as she could. My wife always took immaculate care of her perfect toes, and being pedicured and slathered in lotion for the past 24 hours could do nothing but make them more sensitive. Almost immediately, a jet of piss shout out, and she could do nothing but laugh and cry. Her begging became less and less coherent as the tickling consumed her thoughts, and Davis smugly watched.
Across the room, a projector showed a video feed of what was happening inside the clamps. Her long toes were stretched out and immobilized. Rows upon rows of rotating and moving brushes covered about half of each toe at any given time, but they constantly shifted to cover the areas that previously were untouched. Her toe stems were taut, and the brushes left the sensitive flesh pink in color. Tiny brushes even went in the space between her red nails and her toes, tickling what usually was untouchable ground.
As she laughed and laughed, Davis took a hairbrush and began dragging it across her soles over and over as fast as he could. Stroking his cock at the same time, He came point blank onto my wife’s face. She paid hardly any mind to this as she laughed and begged for it to stop. Eyes wide open, tears and mascara streaking down her face, she stared aimlessly as her face contorted into a perpetual laugh/scream. Walking around to her pussy, Davis procured a huge vibrating dildo and a small egg shaped vibrator. He shoved the dildo into her pussy, stretching it almost to its limit, before securing it and turning it on. He secured the egg vibrator to her clit and turned it on before taking several toothbrushes and turning them on, placing them on and around her asshole.
Olivia was losing her mind to the tickling, thrashing and screaming and begging. The new element of sexual stimulation beyond what she was already feeling pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t even think as she laughed and orgasmed over and over. As the orderly secured a pocket pussy that moved up and down on my cock, they walked out, leaving us for the night.
The next morning, Davis came in and turned off the machinery on Olivia. He gave her two options: She could stay with him and submit to whatever whims he had in mind on any given day, or she could leave with me and go home.
Sometimes I still think about how much fun I could have had if it had been me who tickled her feet instead of Davis.
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of Davis and his assistants pulling Olivia off of the X frame. After allowing her to go to the bathroom under close watch, I observed as they manhandled her body onto a new piece of furniture. While she struggled, it was pretty halfhearted and fatigue from her ordeal considerably weakened her. She was forced onto a table where her knees were bent and her legs from her shins down were parallel to the ground. Her arms were secured in front of her parallel to the ground in a way that forced her body to bend at the waist so her butt and pussy were in the air. A strap was wrapped from the backs of her knees around her back and secured to the table in multiple places, ensuring that she couldn’t move at all. Taking her rubber socks off, Davis repeated his lotioning and heating ritual from last night before placing Olivia’s ankles in stocks.
“I know you’ve got plenty of other sensitive spots down here, Olivia, and I plan on tickling the shit out of every. Single. One. Starting with your sensitive little taint.”
“Come on Davis, this has gone far enough. If you release us now, we won’t pursue legal action. Davis… NO! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY BUTT!! DAVIS NO! PLEASE DON”T TICKLE ME LIKE THIS!! PLEAHEHEHAHAHAAAAAAAAA NOOOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
Her shouting and begging devolved immediately as he touched the electric toothbrush to her taint. She started as if shocked and continued thrashing in her bonds as much as she could. WIth less than a centimeter of leeway in each direction, there was nothing she could do to resist the sensations. Davis dragged the brush around the space between her vagina and butthole, tracing figure eights, zig zags and all sorts of patterns. Within three minutes, tears dripped from her eyes, causing the newly applied mascara to run down her face. This was pure torture for Olivia; her taint was between two of her most erogenous zones, but it gave her no sexual pleasure. The tickle torture continued for Olivia as nurses stuck their long manicured nails into her armpits and tickled her back and legs. The buzzing on her taint proved to be one of the worst sensations Olivia ever felt. Despite her overwhelming urge to get away, she was helpless to do so. Before long, her screams of mirth were intermixed with crying as her nerves were completely overwhelmed. Uncaring, Davis clicked on a second toothbrush and began using it.
“Do you think you’re not in for a horrible day today, sweetheart?” One of the women asked me. “We are going to edge you so hard today you won’t even be able to say your name.” WIth that, she stuck a needle into my leg that was hooked up to an IV bag. “This is a special chemical that actually blocks your ability to cum. Davis is going to be using a bit on your wife, and we’re going to be using a shit load on you,” she explained with a sadistic grin. Taking off my chastity belt, she oiled up her hands as my Dick immediately shot to full mast. As soon as she was ready, the woman began stroking my dick as hard and fast as she could. Within seconds, I thought I was going to cum, but right as I approached the edge, I stopped making progress towards an orgasm. Groaning, I realized that this chemical would allow you to get as physically close to cumming as is humanly possible without allowing you over the edge, and would then hold you there for as long as it was in your blood.
A keening scream came from Olivia and she sunk into more crying. Over and over Davis dragged the toothbrushes around the sensitive spot until Olivia was quite literally losing her mind. She begged out of reflex, clinging onto a sliver of hope that he would spare her crotch region from tickle torture and maddening edging. Despite the awful feeling, she knew that before long, he would be using brushes and toothbrushes and vibrators on her pussy and asshole, and while that would tickle, it would also make her horny as fuck. Thirty minutes later, long after Olivia had been completely broken, Davis finally clicked off the toothbrushes.
*sniff* “That was” *sniff* “Horrible!!! Please Davis! No More!”
Ignoring her, Davis picked up a calligraphy brush, explaining, “Now it’s time to go to work on your cute little ass. First this brush, then the toothbrushes. If you’re lucky, I might leave a vibrator in there for you.”
“DAVIS NOT MY BUTT!! PLEASE! YOU’RE JUST GOING TO BRUSH MY ASS FOR HOURS UNTIL I’M INSANE!! NO! GET THAT BRUSH AWAY FROM MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE”
Giggling profusely, Olivia thrashed in her bonds as Davis dragged the stiff brush around her buttcheeks, tracing unpredictable patterns all over. While her laughter was light and the tickling was not extremely intense, the sensation of something down there was driving Olivia crazy. After a while, Davis brought the brushes closer to her crack; Olivia’s laughter rose in pitch and severity as the brushes danced around the periphery of her anus and between her sensitive, hairless buttcheeks.
“NOHOHOH DAVIHIHSS NOHOHOHT MY AHAHAHAHASSSSS PLEASE!!!!”
Slowly, Davis moved the brushes closer and closer to her asshole. When they finally touched it, Olivia screamed like a mad man before dissolving into heavy laughter and incoherent begging. Even though it tickled like nothing else, Olivia was finding her current predicament increasingly hot, and she felt her libido flaring up once more. In addition to the sexiness of being dominated and having Davis drag his brush all around her privates, forcing out screams of laughter, her anus was one of her most erogenous zones. As she thrashed in place and Davis scribbled the brushes all over her asshole, Olivia’s pussy began dripping once again.
Watching my wife get dominated and turned on by her buff ex boyfriend was torture enough, but on top of that, my tickling fetish was fully active right now and a very attractive woman had been pumping my dick as hard as she could for over twenty five minutes. As Olivia’s Laughter became intermixed with moans and groans, the orderly grabbed a pocket pussy and slid it over my dick, pumping it just as hard as before. Being kept on edge for so long was driving me crazy! How could it be that I am the most turned on I’ve ever been and my dick is being pumped like crazy, but I couldn’t orgasm? A long shriek distracted my from my own predicament as focused in on Olivia again.
Davis had turned on an electric toothbrush and just stuck it into her buttcrack, laying it right over her asshole. Olivia wailed and screamed as Davis shifted the brush ever so slightly in different directions. The tickling sensation overpowered all rational thought as she simply laughed and squealed and humped the air. Olivia had never felt anything like this sensation, and she would do anything to get away from it. Despite this, she subconsciously hoped Davis would brush her ass for another ten minutes and then fuck her silly. Davis continued with the toothbrush for another fifteen minutes before clicking on another one and touching it to her taint again. The combination of sensations drove Olivia crazy as her ex buzzed her ass and gooch silly.
“OH NOHOHOHOOOO PLEHEHEHEASEEEE DAVIS NOOOOOOOOHOHOHOH! PLEASE FUCK MEHEHEHEHE!!!”
Olivia’s desires had finally manifested themselves in her words, but Davis continued to brush her asshole and taint for another thirty minutes. As he clicked the brushes off, Olivia’s tensed muscles relaxed, and she slumped over. Before she realized what was happening, Davis undid the restraints and and picked her up. As she struggled in vain, he carried her to another machine that looked like a tilted back gynecologist’s chair. Placing her in it, he strapped her right arm and leg together and her left arm and leg together, leaving her pussy completely and utterly exposed to him at the perfect angle. Giving her a little injection of what I can only assume to be the same chemical I was injected with, Davis then pulled out a calligraphy brush.
“Oh god!! Davis please just make me cum! I can’t stand this! PLEASE!”
He started tracing the brush around the edge of her sopping wet vagina, between her labia and her legs, just to tease. Olivia whimpered while trying to buck as Davis dragged the stiff point around and around, dancing it over her most sensitive areas. Slowly, the circles and patterns he traced made it closer and closer to her pussy. Dripping, Olivia squirmed while the brush made its rounds, helpless to do anything but beg. After several minutes, Davis peeled her lips slightly apart and began brushing her vagina, stimulating Olivia with the lightest and most maddening sexual sensations she had ever experienced. As he continued, her begging devolved into incoherent repetition of the same thing.
“Please make me cum. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. I can’t take it. OH MY GOD LET ME CUHUHUHUUUM! PLEHEHHEASE IM GOING INSANE! DAVIHIHIHISSSSSS FUCK ME OR SOMETHING JUST LET ME CUUUUM!!”
She obviously didn’t know about the serum he had injected her with, and I was powerless to tell her or help the situation at all. Sliding the pocket pussy off my dick, the woman in front of me lowered her head, maintaining eye contact as she popped my rock hard member in her mouth and began sucking. She slid up and down, working her tongue around the head nonstop. I felt the same way as Olivia, only I couldn’t speak, was forced to sit there with tears streaking down my face as my thrashing cock was edged beyond all belief.
For thirty long minutes, each of us received our respective torture without anything changing. As Davis finally put down the brush, Olivia’s thrashing body and begging didn’t slow at all. Her eyes widened as she saw him pick up a two pronged vibrator, and she squirmed as he stuck one end into her pussy and touched the other end to the outside of her asshole. When he clicked it on, Olivia went ballistic; she continued to moan and giggle, squirm in her bondage, and beg for release as he picked up an electric toothbrush and grabbed her boobs again, going to town on her nipples.
For my part, the woman in front of me pulled up a chair and slipped off her shoes, revealing a pair of pale creamy feet with long painted toes. The soft soles were tinted pink as she rubbed lube all over them and then began sliding her feet up and down my dick, focusing on the head with her hands and mouth. I had foolishly thought this torture couldn’t get any worse, but my foot fetish served to intensify my already maddening libido. Her verbal teasing hardly reached my ears as I focused only on the sensations coursing through my penis.
“NOHOHO DAVIIIIIIIS!! I *gasp* NEEEEED TO *moan* CUM!! PLEASE!!”
As he edged her to the brink of insanity, Olivia could only think about her desire to be forced to orgasm by her ex. He had always made her do things, leveraging his physical power over her, and this was no different. The eroticism of the entire situation strengthened the physical sensations she was feeling while this hunk abused her tits, vagina, and anus against her will. Realistically, though, she had to admit that if she was given the choice to stop right now, she wouldn’t have taken it.
After he had his fill, Davis put down the toothbrush and pulled down his pants, allowing his huge erection to fall out. Staring, Olivia’s eyes bugged out of her head as she remembered all the times before she’s seen it. The best and longest lasting sex of her life had been with that dick, and those memories didn’t fade easily.
“Beg me to fuck you,” Davis ordered.
“PLEASE FUCK ME DAVIS IM BEGGING YOU!” Olivia screamed without hesitation, keeping her eyes on Davis’ cock.
“Tell me that you’ll always be my little slut. That I own you and your pussy.”
“IM YOUR SLUT! IM YOUR SLUT AND YOU OWN MY PUSSY! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME DAVIS I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!
Smugly, Davis slowly stuck his huge dick into Olivia’s pussy, forcing her to groan as he did. He took his time building the thrusts up as she whimpered and twitched. As his thrusts increased in pace, Davis took two egg vibrators and a smaller one, and fastened them to Olivia’s nipples and asshole. He then took a stick the size of a pen that had a textured spinning ball on the end, clicked it on so it vibrated and showed it to Olivia. He touched it to her clit as right he clicked on the other vibrators, forcing her to scream in overstimulation. Her mind went completely blank as the vibrating of her butt, nipples, and clit drove her insane. How was she not able to cum from all this?
“UNGHHHH UUUUUGHHHH PLEASE!! LEHEEET ME CUUUUM! MMMMMUGHH DAVIS!! UHHHHHUHUH”
Olivia’s begging continued as tears streamed down her face. She thrashed in place as hard as she could while her eyes rolled back into her head. Davis simply continued fucking her and maneuvering the tool around her clit for a long time. Stopping to pull his dick out, he shot thick streams of cum all over her naked body and face, and almost immediately began fucking her again.
It continued like this for about an hour, with Olivia begging to cum, moaning and screaming, thrashing in her bonds and being forcibly turned on both in accordance with and against her will. Eventually, the drug began to wear off, and she simply screamed as all the stimulation continued. Smiling, Davis continued dragging the tool around her clit as Olivia bucked and wailed, unable to contain the explosion that had been building up for so long. She came for over two minutes before laying limp in her bondage, unable to hold her head up.
Unwilling to give her a break, Davis undid the restraints with his remote. He then picked her up, encountering no resistance, and moved her to a new piece of furniture. He placed her torso on a padded bench that ran almost parallel to the ground, angles slightly downwards, securing her arms along the length of her body and strapping her to the bench. He then bent her flexible legs toward her head, bent slightly at the knees, securing them to supports that spread them slightly apart so her face was visible between them. Finally, he secured her feet in stocks at the end of the leg supports so she was immobilized in a contorted position with her legs over her body and her face underneath her feet. As Olivia realized what was going on, she began begging once again.
“No… Davis please. After everything you’ve done to me! Just leave my feet alone…” As Davis began slipping off her heated socks, slowly revealing portions of her pink soles, Olivia’s begging took on a more frantic tone.
“NO DAVIS! DON’T YOU DARE TAKE THOSE SOCKS OFF! PLEASE!! YOU KNOW I CAN’T STAND TO HAVE MY FEET TOUCHED!! YOU KNOW I GET PEDICURES ALL THE TIME!! OH GOD DON’T TOUCH MY FEET! NOT LIKE THIS! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER JUST PLEASE STOP!!
Her voice reached a crescendo as he removed the second sock. After tying her big toes and pinkie toes in place, Davis placed his hands on Olivia’s feet. Standing over her face as she begged and whimpered, his crotch resting on the top of her head and her forehead, he began gently tracing the pads of his fingers along her soles, savoring the softness and lotion all over them. Olivia’s feet truly were the most beautiful he had ever seen, and by far the most ticklish. Giggling ensued, just from the contact he made that was so light, normal people would hardly have registered it. Olivia continued begging pointlessly while he touched her soles all over. It was infuriating to watch; I was never even allowed to hold her feet or give massages because of this guy.
Eventually, he scratched a single nail down her sole, forcing Olivia to shriek and thrash. Waiting a few seconds, he did it again. Over and over, Davis dragged a single nail down alternating soles. Helpless to stop it, Olivia was forced to deal with the predictable sensation. Tears were already welling up in her eyes as Davis scratched her feet in this manner for several minutes. As her laughter continued, Davis eventually changed tactics, using one finger to quickly scratch a small area of her heel over and over. He continued scratching her heel with a single finger, eliciting screams and begging, and eventually moved on to multiple fingers. The spidering of nails over her soft round heels was driving Olivia insane as she struggled to thrash in place or do anything that would prevent her feet from being stimulated. As I watched him drag his fingers gently over her pink heels, I jerked in place; How I wished that it could have been me who was allowed to tickle my wife instead. Listening to her beg him to do anything else to her but tickle her feet was an insane turn on.
It turned Olivia on as well to be so helpless under the gentle fingers of her former fling, unable to stop him from sending electric tingles up her soles. Shrieking and squealing, she tried her hardest to move her feet away from the sensations, but was wholly immobilized and unable. Once he grew bored with her heels, Davis began tracing that nail around the edges of her feet and along the backs of them, only hoping to tease her and increase the anticipation of the real torture. She felt his cock twinge on her head as he teased the shit out of her, and she longed for a time when she would simply rub her feet on it and not have to deal with this terrible torment.
Her thought was cut short as Davis quickly scribbled a nail down each of her soles, forcing her to scream. She looked under his crotch directly at me, and her face expressed a complex mix of terror and horniness. As Davis continued scratching down her arches over and over, her screams devolved into uncontrolled laughter and begging about how she couldn’t take it. Evidently extremely hard, Davis took off his pants and underwear so his bare dick sat on my wife’s face. Every once in a while, she tried to catch it in her mouth, hoping for a short break, but was unable to amid her frenzied laughter. Once he decided it was time to ramp up the torture, Davis pulled out a pair of claw shaped metal back scratchers. Dragging them over her stomach and torso, he let her know how they would feel on her feet before he went to work.
“Heheh Davis!! Don’t!”, Olivia protested, her red rimmed eyes widening. “PLEASE!! YOU CAN’T USE TOOLS ON MY FEET!! NOT LIKE THIS!! I CAN’T MOVE!
Thinking for a moment, Davis put one of the scratchers down and squirted some viscous lotion onto one of his hands before rubbing it into Olivia’s feet. When they were thoroughly coated again, he rested the points of the claws on her soles. He began gently moving one in circles, eliciting louder pleas and begging from Olivia, who was thrashing in her bondage as much as she could.
NOHOHOOOO DAVIS! I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEHEHEHASE AHEHEHEHAAAAA”
I was losing my mind watching this spectacle. Davis had carefully ensure that I got a perfect view not only of Olivia’s face, but of her feet as well. The orderly kept stroking my cock with her feet as I watched my wife beg for her feet to be spared. More than I could handle, I felt like my dick would fall off any second, but there was still plenty liquid left in the IV bag, so I endured the teasing as I watched Davis tickle the feet I was never allowed to touch.
Olivia flexed her feet as hard as she could to escape the restraints, but as she already knew, she was tied so tight she could hardly move any part of her body. Dragging the claws in repeated circular motions, Davis followed predictable patterns over Olivia’s soles. Unable to stop the patterns, she simply laughed and begged. The knowledge of where was going to be tickled only served to make the torture worse, as she could anticipate it but do nothing to stop it. Surprisingly enough, a few sticky drops traced their way from her vagina through her ass and landed on the floor. Despite the torture, she was unwilling being turned on by her submissive position and the tickling she was forcibly subjected to.
Switching it up, Davis began quickly scratching the claws up and down her soles, turning them even pinker than they already were. Immediately, Olivia began laughing louder than before, intermittently mixing begging in between squeals. I saw her eyes focus in on Davis’ cock from time to time and wondered what she was thinking about it… The unmistakable dripping from her bottom half left little to the imagination, however. After thirty minutes of nonstop scrubbing and responsive shrieks, Davis began slowing down. Tears streamed down Olivia’s face, and her naked chest heaved as she caught her breath. A veritable puddle had formed beneath her ass on the ground, and Davis didn’t miss it. Walking around to her bottom half, Davis rested his engorged penis on her vagina, twitching it every once in a while. She moved responsively, attempting to open herself up to receive him, but unable to do so.
“Do you want me to fuck you??”
“Please Davis! Just do it already I can’t take anymore!”
Pressing a few buttons on the remote, Davis adjusted her bondage so that her legs bent at the knees and her feet were facing the ceiling. As he pressed his monster dick into her vagina, she let out a loud grunt, and I watched her face contort in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Beginning slowly, Davis increased the pace of his thrusting until her was pounding in and out of Olivia every second. She started moaning, and for a second we locked eyes, but she quickly looked away. After a few minutes, Davis took his hands off her hips and began to gently scratch her soles. Her eyes, screwed shut with pleasure, shot open as her grunting turned to giggles. The light tickling was enough to make her laugh, but not enough to induce the screaming from earlier.
“Stohop Davihihis! I was about to cuhuhum hehehe ahahaha nohoho!”
As he lightly traced his fingers along her soles, Davis continued thrusting in and out, enjoying himself immensely. He would focus on her heels, scritching gently over the rounded surface, then move up to the arches. It became clear the Olivia was enjoying this greatly too, as her giggles and moans mixed together. After a few minutes, Davis pulled his penis out and shot a thick stream of cum right onto Olivia’s face. After the first, several others followed, landing in her hair, and over her tits as well. Without stopping, Davis continued tickle fucking my wife until they had each orgasmed several more times.
Panting, Olivia lay limp in her bondage as her legs moved back to their original position. Davis pulled out a pair of soft bristle rotating circular brushes and grabbed Olivia’s boobs. While he was doing so, Olivia realized what was happening and began protesting.
“Davis leave my boobs alone! I thought we were done here!” She tried to shake from side to side, but was unable to as he attached the brushes to her nipples. “Please!! I can’t take any more teasing just let me go!!”
As she continued protesting, he turned the brushes on and she jerked, eyes closed. This stimulation was unique and intense, concentrated on her sensitive and ticklish nipples. She started in surprise when he began dragging a pen along her soles.
“NO! DAVIHIS NOHOHOT THE FEHEHEET AGAIN!!”
He methodically scratched the pen over a certain area again and again until it was completely black, and then moved on to a clean spot. Beginning with the balls of her feet, Davis traced a circular spiral pattern out from the center, going over the same part multiple times. Once the balls of her feet were completely black, He switched to the heels. All the while, Olivia screamed and begged for mercy, thrashing in her bondage. The nipple and foot stimulation combined to restart the drip from her pussy onto the ground, but she was too far gone to do anything about it. Being so thoroughly dominated sexually turned her on like nothing she had ever experienced, and the tickling only added to her dilemma. As Davis dug the pen into her heels over and over, she felt a constant twinge in her vagina, begging to be stimulated again. While he colored in her soles, Olivia could think of nothing more than Davis brushing her feet raw and fucking her until she couldn’t move anymore. Moving on to her arches, Davis forced Olivia to laugh even harder, and tears ran down her face while she screamed and begged. When her feet were completely colored in, Davis put the pen down.
“You’re probably going to enjoy this, Olivia,” he gloated, before turning around and smirking at me. That was a rice based ink. Completely edible, and it comes off a little easier than the normal stuff.”
He lowered his face toward her feet and began kissing and sucking on them. He licked up and down her soles over and over. The feeling was incredible for Olivia, a mixture of light tickling and erotic sensations concentrated on her feet. While Davis sucked on her heel, her eyes rolled back and she let out another groan. The feeling of his tongue dragging up her arch, while ticklish, sent a wave of pleasure through her that caused her to buck in the bondage. Davis mixed these motions up, very slowly removing the ink from her right foot. Without thinking about it, she reached her head up and took his dick into her mouth. She sucked him off as best she could, even pulling out stops she had never used on me, like sucking on his balls and deepthroating, all the while making periodic eye contact with me and quickly looking away. Over and over Davis licked, kissed, and sucked her right sole until it slowly began returning to its normal color.
As he was finishing cleaning her arches with his tongue, something I was never allowed to do, Olivia exploded. She bucked in her bondage over and over, and all the while Davis continued to go to town on her foot. A stream shot out from her vagina, spraying all over the ground in front of her. Without stopping, Davis switched feet, eliciting more moans and giggles out of Olivia. She continued trying to suck Davis off, but was apparently unable to do so as she was too distracted from her own treatment. After about an hour of worship, Davis was finally finished cleaning off her soles.
“Oh god Davis! Don’t stop! Please I need to cum again!!”
Davis began pulling out peculiar looking clamps before undoing the toe restraints on Olivia’s feet. As he began attaching the first clamp, he explained what they were.
“These are special devices I had custom made. Inside each one is an array or polishing brushes that covers every possible angle. They wrap all the way around all five toes on each foot, covering the stems, pads, the in between parts, the backs, and even under the nails. These powerful brushes leave no stone unturned of your toes, and I intend to let them do their work on you for a long, long time. “
“NO! DAVIS NO! NOT MY TOES!! YOU CAN’T!!! OH GOD PLEASE LEAVE MY TOES ALONE DAVIS THIS IS TOO MUCH!”
While he finished attaching the first clamp to her right foot, he secured it flat against the stocks so she couldn’t move her foot at all. Beginning on the second, he responded to her shouts and begging.
“I never even got to try tickling your toes Olivia, you’d always clench them so hard. It’s finally time to see how bad they really are.”
Her long, red painted toes flexed in anticipation as he placed them within the brush clamp. Previously untouched, they were now the target of an impending relentless onslaught. The milky white appendages vanished as he closed the second clamp and secured it.
“OH GOD PLEASE! PLEEEAAASEEEE DAVIS DON’T DO THIS! ANYTHING BUT MY TOES!!”
“These brushes are self lubricating, so don’t worry about getting hurt, it’ll just tickle really, really bad.”
With that, he switched the devices on. Olivia began thrashing in place and screaming as loud as she could. My wife always took immaculate care of her perfect toes, and being pedicured and slathered in lotion for the past 24 hours could do nothing but make them more sensitive. Almost immediately, a jet of piss shout out, and she could do nothing but laugh and cry. Her begging became less and less coherent as the tickling consumed her thoughts, and Davis smugly watched.
Across the room, a projector showed a video feed of what was happening inside the clamps. Her long toes were stretched out and immobilized. Rows upon rows of rotating and moving brushes covered about half of each toe at any given time, but they constantly shifted to cover the areas that previously were untouched. Her toe stems were taut, and the brushes left the sensitive flesh pink in color. Tiny brushes even went in the space between her red nails and her toes, tickling what usually was untouchable ground.
As she laughed and laughed, Davis took a hairbrush and began dragging it across her soles over and over as fast as he could. Stroking his cock at the same time, He came point blank onto my wife’s face. She paid hardly any mind to this as she laughed and begged for it to stop. Eyes wide open, tears and mascara streaking down her face, she stared aimlessly as her face contorted into a perpetual laugh/scream. Walking around to her pussy, Davis procured a huge vibrating dildo and a small egg shaped vibrator. He shoved the dildo into her pussy, stretching it almost to its limit, before securing it and turning it on. He secured the egg vibrator to her clit and turned it on before taking several toothbrushes and turning them on, placing them on and around her asshole.
Olivia was losing her mind to the tickling, thrashing and screaming and begging. The new element of sexual stimulation beyond what she was already feeling pushed her over the edge. She couldn’t even think as she laughed and orgasmed over and over. As the orderly secured a pocket pussy that moved up and down on my cock, they walked out, leaving us for the night.
The next morning, Davis came in and turned off the machinery on Olivia. He gave her two options: She could stay with him and submit to whatever whims he had in mind on any given day, or she could leave with me and go home.
Sometimes I still think about how much fun I could have had if it had been me who tickled her feet instead of Davis.
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