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Introducing Sophie (CTE prelude)

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Sophie bounced as she strode towards the beach. She wore a long purple dress and doc-martins. Sophie was tiny, around 4ft 5 and incredibly shy. She had beautiful long straight hair almost raven black with just a hint of brown, soft pale skin and light brown eyes. Sophie wore her doc martins because she wanted to venture onto the sand and could not stand the sensation of sand between her toes. She had visited the beach throughout her exams and decided she would celebrate by actually tickling some of the women she had watched have their feet tickled in the stocks. It had become a ritual, every weekend to relieve stress after the first week she had found them. Sophie had found her A-levels so stressful and had promised herself at her eighteenth birthday party she would actually find the nerve to tickle some of the temptresses she watched squirm under fingers and feathers.

Recently a sandy Blonde had joined the line-up. Sophie had wanted to tickle her finding her reactions priceless, she first appeared as a member of the audience and got into a tickle fight with the women involved in the event. Sophie had been too busy the previous weekend and had missed both chances to tickle the pretty women, her birthday had prevented her from being able to slip away. Little did she know the pretty women were at a music festival instead. The week before she had queued up, but always been overlooked or shied away when the chance came to pay her £5 for three minutes. In particular the women dressed as an Egyptian Queen scared the tiny teenager.

Sophie was shy but eccentric. She had stumbled on the tickling tent randomly, needing a break from her revision she had gone for a walk and just found herself walking along the beach front. She had been wearing soft sandals that didn’t run between her toes. She longed to approach but knew that the sand would be too tickly. Sophie was extremely ticklish, both her friend’s and bullies had exploited this. Sophie was protected by her best friend Louise; a formidable Goth who had saved her from being thrown in a pond. Small and easily seized the tiny Sophie had been screaming for help mid-asthma attack when her saviour had heroically rescued her. Tickling was a more favoured form of torture; even Louise could not resist Sophie’s soft pale feet or the cute giggles she produced when prodded in the ribs. Sophie didn’t mind Louise’s occasional gentle tickles but dreaded being locked in stocks the way the woman at the show were.

Sophie walked along the concrete wondering where the tent was. Her heart sank! Today she felt brave! Today she would have done it! The tent was nowhere in sight and the beautiful sound of laughter was not present behind the hustle and bustle of the beach. But wait! What was that!

Sophie spied a poster showing the tent she longed to see, there was a tear of slip underneath. Sophie grinned; the words ‘Miss Us’ delighted her, she was sure she would send the e-mail. As she walked home she became less confident. Sophie was changeable like this; mostly shy with the occasional spree of eccentric excitement. She hid the slip of paper in her wallet and read through the book for her driving theory test.

Sophie was struggling to learn to drive, in addition to her difficulties in getting the seat and steering wheel right for her height, her nerves made this a herculean task. At first she had suffered almost weekly asthma attacks. Her friend Louise consoled her and offered advice, having passed her test first time having a level head and practical mind. Sophie was determined, she was taking a gap year to learn. She also planned to get a job or something. Sophie was bright and talented but terrified of going to Uni. Not only did she not know what she wanted to do with her life but she hated the idea of leaving home. Several days later Sophie’s mood changed and she decided to at least draft a letter to the tickle-tent people.

Sophie typed an excessively formal letter and went to press save. In a rare slip she pressed send instead. Sophie was shocked, she had actually sent the letter expressing her remorse at missing the pretty blonde’s soles and enquiring politely at what opportunities the castle event would offer. She was stunned at the almost instant reply. None of her questions were answered and there was simply a link, was this a virus? Sophie pondered and paused before opening the link with a program to check its security.

The link opened and Sophie filled out the quiz pausing at the final question. She had correctly identified the plume, quill and stocks. What do all of these have in common? Sophie grinned and typed that they can all be used to tickle. She curled her toes in their colourful socks imagining using the plume and quill on the blonde’s soft soles. Sophie always wore colourful mismatched socks but rarely showed them off, except to Louise. Her gothic friend never over-tickled her and would often seize one ankle tease her soft soles through their colourful socks. Sophie had noticed the way Louise especially loved her feet in stripy socks and would occasionally position her feet for her friend to tickle them.

Sophie hated being tickled but loved the way Louise would always stare at her feet as she wiggled her toes. Also Louise would only ever tickle her softly and somehow Sophie enjoyed the feeling of helplessness and her friend’s fingers.

The next day Sophie had another e-mail with a link. She followed it and entered her details. She decided upon Cecilia as a pseudonym since the Simon and Garfunkel song was drifting from her Mum’s record player downstairs. Sophie read the terms and conditions carefully at first but grew bored. She got to section about different coloured feathers and started to pay closer attention. There was stuff about masters, mistresses and slaves as well as red and pink zones. Sophie became increasingly uncomfortable, she began to read what was involved in the red zone and got scared, she minimised the window and went downstairs.

Sophie’s mother was asleep on the sofa and her record had ended and the radio automatically began playing instead. The announcer was talking about some interview that had been cancelled in the 60’s. Sophie wasn’t paying attention, still in fugit state from the discovery of what else would be happening at the castle…

“It was in 1937 when I was kidnapped off the Barbary Coast, I was off course very well treated since my captors wished to ransom me…” The voice of a aristocratic old woman began.

Sophie remembered waiting in line at the beach only to find herself always at the back of the queue.

“…. Now some listeners may have heard of the cruel manner in which such scoundrels continued the practises of the Sallie Pirate and beat the soles of their victim’s feet” The Radio continued, Sophie began to pay attention.

“Although I indeed witnessed this I never suffered since a young man named Abdul took a special interest in me. He never behaved improperly towards me although I witnessed him satisfy himself with his harem after tickling the soles of my feet…” The woman’s voice continued, Sophie was enthralled.

“…Curved like a scimitar it was!” The Old woman’s voice steadily proclaimed as her interviewer began to mumble and attempt to return the interview to a more acceptable subject matter.

Sophie just giggled, finding things like this hilarious…

“Ohh! Don’t be so silly man!” The formidable woman protested….

“Of course it was such a shame when Captain Lightfeather shot Abdul upon my recue, he himself suffered a similar fate during the war of course but his Widow and I remain friends to this day. After my recue she was a great help in dealing with the actress my husband had begun an affair with in my absence”.

Sophie was fascinated by this old Woman, she always thought of recent history as being so stuffy and boring….

“Naturally I couldn’t allow this French Hussy to break up my marriage so Mrs Featherstone and I persuaded the good Captain to order a few trusted men to capture her for interrogation as a training exercise. The men enjoyed gagging and restraining her almost as much as I and Mrs Featherstone enjoyed tickling her soft pampered feet until she promised never to see my Harold again….”

Sophie was beside herself in a fit of giggles and her mother awoke to one of her daughter’s asthma attacks. This was different to the usual ones and she couldn’t work out what the old woman on the radio had said to cause such a reaction…

“Of course things between me and Harold were strained but I stuck by him until ’42 when he bought it” The woman calmly and eruditely declared before arguing with her announcer.

Sophie’s mother eventually calmed and found an inhaler for her petite daughter; Soph’ was always doing stuff like this. Shy and unassuming one minute and laughing and dancing about nothing the next!

Sophie went back upstairs and re-opened the window containing the link she had followed. She thought for a moment and selected the Green feather. It was only £5 and ‘gentle tickles only’ didn’t sound so bad. She always figured she could not show and only be out of pocket by a fiver. She could just about afford that but needed money for driving lessons and couldn’t manage to get a blue one.

A few days later Sophie decided to get a t-shirt made; she got a bus to the next town not wanting a reputation, plus this place could provide exactly what she wanted. She decided upon cute yellow sleeveless top with a feather and the words

Gentle please!
I’m Asthmatic!


Sophie grinned as she got the bus home with her prize hidden in her bag. The only thing left to do other than wait was to find a way to get there. There was a bus but it only ran early in the morning and late at night and Sophie knew the walk was too far for her. She considered asking her friend Louise and eventually worked up the courage. She didn’t want to let on what she was doing and eventually admitted she was visiting a castle.

“Yeah I can do that…” Louise replied, shocked at her friend’s request.

“Any particular reason?” Louise asked, whilst checking the dates and location to make sure she wasn’t going insane

“No just want to wander around” Sophie lied.

“Ah right” Louise replied, trying to hide her disbelief.

Did Sophie know what sort of event was at the castle? Did she want to get tickled? The Goth girl grinned, she was already looking forwards to the weekend but things had suddenly got much more interesting….
 
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