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So, this is my first try at tickle-fiction, so any feedback would be appreciated greatly!
Megan stared up at the ceiling, wondering just how she’d gotten in this mess in the first place.
It all started innocently enough, when the girls at work invited her out for dinner and drinks. As a welcome-to-the-office kind of deal, they told her, that’s all. Megan usually wasn’t one for drinking, but to oblige them she had downed a mojito when they first arrived, then Sprite after Sprite to make it seem like she was drinking more than she was. Still, she was sure that one drink must have clouded her judgment just a little bit, because she had no other explanation for her predicament.
She was pinned down to what looked like a masseuse table in the break room by the plastic wrap that covered her from her shoulders to her ankles. It was wrapped around the table as well to ensure she wasn’t going anywhere. She had caught a ride back from the bar to the parking lot at her building from Lindsay, but instead of heading to the parking lot, Lindsay pulled up to the front of the building and asked Megan to come inside and help her find her purse. I had it all day and must have forgotten it before we left, Lindsay told her. It’ll only take a minute.
Megan had an odd feeling about this as she followed Lindsay to the elevator, which brought them up to the 16th floor where Sarah and Casey were waiting. They all seemed happy to see each other, further peaking Megan’s suspicions of what exactly was happening here. They all seemed happy to see her, too, but not in the friend-like way they greeted each other. Sarah asked Lindsay if she was still trying to be a masseuse, and Lindsay told her to lie on the table and find out. Sarah laid on her stomach and Lindsay massaged her shoulders, back, legs, and feet while Megan looked on uncomfortably.
Can I be next? Casey asked. No, that’d be rude, Sarah insisted. It’s Megan’s turn. It’s her night, remember? Casey nodded and motioned for Megan to go ahead and lay down. Megan hesitated, still feeling uneasy about the whole scenario. Casey half-pushed her from behind to get her going, and Megan, still not wanting to disappoint, sighed inside and laid on the table, face-down.
No no, Lindsay said. Lay there face up. I want to try something. Megan rolled over and sat up, asking what it was that she wanted to try. It’s a surprise, Lindsay said. It’ll be fun. Trust me. Megan laid down again and felt one of the girls climb up on her and sit on her legs. She tried to sit up and see who it was, but Casey sat on her stomach and pinned her arms behind her head. She heard the unmistakable sound of plastic wrap being unrolled, and before she know it her legs were pinned down and they were wrapping up her upperbody.
Now here she was, pinned down with nowhere to go, her pretty blonde hair hanging over the sides of the thin table she was on, her blue eyes getting lost in the monotony of corporate white-wash. The girls had also taken her shoes off before they left, making her size 7s the only parts of her body she could move. She flexed and curled her toes while she laid there, wondering what they were going to do to her and why she had to be barefoot.
Maybe this is some sort of hazing ritual, she thought. Maybe they’re just going to leave me here all night and show up early tomorrow to let me free. That didn’t explain why they took of her flats, though. She thought of what they might do to her little feet. Maybe they’re going to write on them or something, she thought. The thought of pens and markers on her soles made her cross one foot over the other. She hated having dirty feet, let alone soles with ink all over them. Maybe they just did it to make this more comfortable, she thought. Nah, that wouldn’t make any sense. There had to be a reason. Maybe they’re going to tickle me. She shuddered at the thought and quickly dismissed it. Her feet were very sensitive and the thought of being helplessly tickle-tortured was not a fun one. Again, she crossed one foot over the other and curled her toes. There must be another reason, she thought.
As she was getting lost in her mind thinking about what was to come, she heard a door open and close. Lindsay came walking in the room and stood next to Megan’s head. She said not to worry, this was just a little something every new girl had to go through, and everything will be fine. What are you going to do to me? Megan asked, almost whimpering. Aww, calm down sweetie, Lindsay said. Nothing bad. But I do have to blindfold you.
Megan’s eyes grew wide upon hearing this. Why? she asked. It’s just part of this whole thing we’re doing, Lindsay explained, then took out a long piece of cloth and placed it over Megan’s eyes. She tied it around the table as well, so that Megan was now completely immobile except for her feet, which were wiggling around in some attempt to feel free.
She heard Lindsay start to make her way down there. She curled her toes and braced for whatever was to come. Oh, relax, Lindsay said, putting her hand on Megan’s toes and pushing them upward so they were now spread. Good. Now hold that. Megan did as she was told, and felt something slide around her big toes. She instinctively wiggled her feet around, the light touch ever so slightly tickling her toes. Relax, Lindsay told her, it’s just string. See? She flossed the string back and forth, causing Megan to bite her lip and wiggle her feet some more, her toes clenching down on the string that was causing her ticklish agony.
Lindsay laughed at her. Just relax, she told her and she pushed Megan’s toes back again, this time tying those big toes together. Megan didn’t like this; she could barely move her feet to begin with, now they were getting to be completely helpless. She wiggled her feet back and forth, trying to get a sense of what motion she still had. She was met with Lindsay’s hands on her soles, pushing them back and spreading her toes again. Hold that, she told her. Lindsay stared down at Megan’s feet and knew she’d hit jackpot. Her arches were white and soft, her toes were equally as soft and probably more sensitive, and her soles looked perfect. She began to feel herself getting very turned on by this, but did her best not to caress herself even once. It was too early for that, she thought. Get off now, and you’ll ruin the whole thing.
She took what was left of the string she used to tie Megan’s toes together and, after poking two holes in the plastic wrap about two inches apart, pulled the string through the closer one and out the farther one. She pulled it tight and Megan felt her toes being pulled back and spread wide open. Even though she was blindfolded, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her feet were as helpless as it gets, and she was very worried about what was to come. She then felt another string being wrapped around the little toe on her left foot. This too was soon pulled taught, and this procedure was repeated on her right foot. Perfect, Lindsay told her.
Why… why are you doing this to me? Megan asked. Lindsay laughed at her. Oh, stop it. I just need to make sure your feet are completely immobile. What are you doing to my feet? Megan asked warily. Oh, you’ll see, Lindsay replied.
Megan heard Lindsay rummaging around in a bag. Her purse, she though. Lindsay finally stopped and Megan braced for what was to come. You’ll never guess what I found in my purse, Lindsay said as she took a feather from her bag and ran it across Megan’s toes. Megan bit her lip and tried not to laugh and Lindsay could see her toes struggling to move. Well? she asked. Megan was concentrating on not laughing too hard to be able to give an answer. Well then, Lindsay said as she pulled another feather from her bag, maybe this will help. She ran the feather up and down Megan’s soles. Come on now, you can guess, she teased. Megan was doing everything in her power to not lost it and start laughing, but when Lindsay starting tickling in between her toes with one of the feathers, she knew she couldn’t hold on anymore.
HAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA! She laughed with no filter. Every stroke of those feathers on her soles and toes she felt, and each one tickled more than the last. OH MY GAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAD PLEASE STAAAHAHAHAHHAP!!! EEEEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! She was begging to deaf ears, however, as Lindsay was purely concentrated on making her victim laugh. She was aiming directly for the softest, whitest parts of Megan’s soles, targeting the area under her toes and her arches with the feathers. She wanted so desperately to orgasm, but she knew she couldn’t until the time was right.
She continued her merciless tickling assault on Megan’s feet by twirling one of the feathers in between Megan’s toes and dragging the other one across the base of her toes. Megan was losing her mind. NO MORE NO MORE NO MOOOOHHOOHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHOOORE! She begged. You never guessed what I found in my bag, Lindsay said. FEHEHEATHERS!! FEATHERS!! YOU FAHAHAHAHAHAOUND FEATHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA… she couldn’t even finish the word, she was laughing so hard. Lindsay stopped tickling her. Correct, she said. Megan laid there, gasping for air and still feeling giggly. She heard Lindsay rummaging around in her bag again. Oh no, she thought. I can’t take any more. Lindsay, she said, please stop… I can’t do it anymore. Oh, but you can and you will, Lindsay said. She took a couple makeup brushes out of her bag and poked Megan’s heels with them. Megan giggled. Oh, ticklish heels? Lindsay said and began to brush Megan’s heels with the brushes.
Megan started laughing, but not as hard as before. She could deal with her heels being tickled. Hehehehe, nooohohohahahahahaha, please, no! she said, half-faking the begging. Lindsay picked up on this, and quickly started tickling her toes. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Megan laughed, surprised by how much the brushes tickled. NO! PLEEEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THE TOOHOHOHOOOES! AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lindsay didn’t care. She twirled the brushes around in circles on each toe, causing Megan to laugh in bursts. She finally started stroking the brushes up and down Megan’s soles, bringing out a steady stream of laughter. HAHAHAHA PLEEASE NOOOOHOHOHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA MOOORE! PLEASE! I’M SO TICKLIHIHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAISH! NO MORE! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
What am I tickling you with? Lindsay asked. BRUHUHSHESAAHAHAHHA! Megan laughed back. What kind? Lindsay demanded. PAINT? EHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEH UM UM FOHOHOHOAAM? HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAH MAKEUHHUHUHUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAP? AHAAAAHAHAHAHAHHA! Was Megan’s jumbled response. Lindsay stopped tickling her and let her relax.
So, she asked, what tickles more? Megan was still laughing even though the tickling was over. Uhuhhmm, the feathers on my toes, but the brushes on my soles, she said. Good, Lindsay thought. I prefer a mix. She took a feather and a brush and began tickling Megan’s feet again.
NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Megan begged. PLEASE!!! NO MOOORREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOO NOT THE TOOOEEESSS HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! It was all to no avail, as Lindsay continued her ticklish punishment of Megan’s helpless feet. She began to notice all the wrinkles in Megan’s feet; the different patterns they made and how her feet looked as soft as they felt. She began to take the feather and drag it down one wrinkle after another, following the path they made while continuing to stroke the other foot with the brush. Megan began to laugh so hard she was coughing, and Lindsay knew this meant it was about time to wrap it up. After a minute or so more of line-tracing, sole-brushing, and toe-tickling, she knew it was time for her favorite part.
Almost done, she told Megan as she massaged each of her toes one by one. Megan was giggly and didn’t bother to respond and instead just waiting for what was to come. What I need from you is to beg like there’s no tomorrow, and when I feel like you’ve begged enough, I’ll stop tickling you, Lindsay told her. Okay, Megan said through deep breathes.
Lindsay pulled up a chair in front of Megan’s waiting soles. She flexed her fingers, ready to do some work. She loved the feeling of dragging her fingertips up a pair of helpless soles for the first time, especially a pair as soft and ticklish as Megan’s. She placed her fingers on Megan’s heels and slowly dragged them up her soles, finishing by giving her toes a quick tickle. Megan immediately burst out laughing. NOHHOIHOHO, PLEASE DON’T DO THAT! NO MORE TICKLING! The begging was in vain, because Lindsay’s real plan was to tickle Megan until she got herself off. She stayed up at her toes and dug right in, using her nails to torture the poor girl’s helpless feet.
NO NO NO NOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THE TOES!!! AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE STOP I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOO STOP PLEASE NO NO HAHAHAHAHAAAHAAA!
That’s some good begging, Lindsay thought as she started to tickle Megan’s soles with one hand while keeping her other on her toes. Megan was beginning to have a sensory overload, as all this tickling was driving her mad. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GAAAHAHAHAHAAAD PLEASE STOP! I CANT DO IT ANY MOOHHOHOHOOORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lindsay began to use one hand to tickle all over Megan’s feet as the other one was now her pleasure-tool. The beautiful sound of Lindsay’s laughter filled her ears and her cute feet were all she could see. She tried not to moan too loudly, but knew Megan couldn’t hear her over her own laughter anyway. She grabbed a feather and started stroking Megan’s toes and soles with it. Megan’s crazed laughter grew stronger, and this pushed Lindsay right to the edge of climax. Right as she was about to cum, she reached out with both hands and tickled Megan’s toes. AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA NO NO HAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA was all Megan could muster. With the sights and sounds of tickle torture surrounding her, Lindsay put her hand back and finished herself off. She lightly tickled Megan’s soles as she sat there post-orgasm, bringing the laughter down to a giggle.
So, she said as she stopped tickling, that wasn’t so bad, was it? No, of course not, Megan said through giggles. Lindsay grabbed some scissors and cut Megan loose, making sure to give her toes one last quick tickle before she was free. She helped Megan down from the table. Megan grabbed her shoes off the floor and slipped them on, glad to have some protection. The two walked out together. Megan couldn’t find it in herself to be mad at Lindsay. It’s only tickling, she told herself. Besides… I have plenty of time for revenge.
Megan stared up at the ceiling, wondering just how she’d gotten in this mess in the first place.
It all started innocently enough, when the girls at work invited her out for dinner and drinks. As a welcome-to-the-office kind of deal, they told her, that’s all. Megan usually wasn’t one for drinking, but to oblige them she had downed a mojito when they first arrived, then Sprite after Sprite to make it seem like she was drinking more than she was. Still, she was sure that one drink must have clouded her judgment just a little bit, because she had no other explanation for her predicament.
She was pinned down to what looked like a masseuse table in the break room by the plastic wrap that covered her from her shoulders to her ankles. It was wrapped around the table as well to ensure she wasn’t going anywhere. She had caught a ride back from the bar to the parking lot at her building from Lindsay, but instead of heading to the parking lot, Lindsay pulled up to the front of the building and asked Megan to come inside and help her find her purse. I had it all day and must have forgotten it before we left, Lindsay told her. It’ll only take a minute.
Megan had an odd feeling about this as she followed Lindsay to the elevator, which brought them up to the 16th floor where Sarah and Casey were waiting. They all seemed happy to see each other, further peaking Megan’s suspicions of what exactly was happening here. They all seemed happy to see her, too, but not in the friend-like way they greeted each other. Sarah asked Lindsay if she was still trying to be a masseuse, and Lindsay told her to lie on the table and find out. Sarah laid on her stomach and Lindsay massaged her shoulders, back, legs, and feet while Megan looked on uncomfortably.
Can I be next? Casey asked. No, that’d be rude, Sarah insisted. It’s Megan’s turn. It’s her night, remember? Casey nodded and motioned for Megan to go ahead and lay down. Megan hesitated, still feeling uneasy about the whole scenario. Casey half-pushed her from behind to get her going, and Megan, still not wanting to disappoint, sighed inside and laid on the table, face-down.
No no, Lindsay said. Lay there face up. I want to try something. Megan rolled over and sat up, asking what it was that she wanted to try. It’s a surprise, Lindsay said. It’ll be fun. Trust me. Megan laid down again and felt one of the girls climb up on her and sit on her legs. She tried to sit up and see who it was, but Casey sat on her stomach and pinned her arms behind her head. She heard the unmistakable sound of plastic wrap being unrolled, and before she know it her legs were pinned down and they were wrapping up her upperbody.
Now here she was, pinned down with nowhere to go, her pretty blonde hair hanging over the sides of the thin table she was on, her blue eyes getting lost in the monotony of corporate white-wash. The girls had also taken her shoes off before they left, making her size 7s the only parts of her body she could move. She flexed and curled her toes while she laid there, wondering what they were going to do to her and why she had to be barefoot.
Maybe this is some sort of hazing ritual, she thought. Maybe they’re just going to leave me here all night and show up early tomorrow to let me free. That didn’t explain why they took of her flats, though. She thought of what they might do to her little feet. Maybe they’re going to write on them or something, she thought. The thought of pens and markers on her soles made her cross one foot over the other. She hated having dirty feet, let alone soles with ink all over them. Maybe they just did it to make this more comfortable, she thought. Nah, that wouldn’t make any sense. There had to be a reason. Maybe they’re going to tickle me. She shuddered at the thought and quickly dismissed it. Her feet were very sensitive and the thought of being helplessly tickle-tortured was not a fun one. Again, she crossed one foot over the other and curled her toes. There must be another reason, she thought.
As she was getting lost in her mind thinking about what was to come, she heard a door open and close. Lindsay came walking in the room and stood next to Megan’s head. She said not to worry, this was just a little something every new girl had to go through, and everything will be fine. What are you going to do to me? Megan asked, almost whimpering. Aww, calm down sweetie, Lindsay said. Nothing bad. But I do have to blindfold you.
Megan’s eyes grew wide upon hearing this. Why? she asked. It’s just part of this whole thing we’re doing, Lindsay explained, then took out a long piece of cloth and placed it over Megan’s eyes. She tied it around the table as well, so that Megan was now completely immobile except for her feet, which were wiggling around in some attempt to feel free.
She heard Lindsay start to make her way down there. She curled her toes and braced for whatever was to come. Oh, relax, Lindsay said, putting her hand on Megan’s toes and pushing them upward so they were now spread. Good. Now hold that. Megan did as she was told, and felt something slide around her big toes. She instinctively wiggled her feet around, the light touch ever so slightly tickling her toes. Relax, Lindsay told her, it’s just string. See? She flossed the string back and forth, causing Megan to bite her lip and wiggle her feet some more, her toes clenching down on the string that was causing her ticklish agony.
Lindsay laughed at her. Just relax, she told her and she pushed Megan’s toes back again, this time tying those big toes together. Megan didn’t like this; she could barely move her feet to begin with, now they were getting to be completely helpless. She wiggled her feet back and forth, trying to get a sense of what motion she still had. She was met with Lindsay’s hands on her soles, pushing them back and spreading her toes again. Hold that, she told her. Lindsay stared down at Megan’s feet and knew she’d hit jackpot. Her arches were white and soft, her toes were equally as soft and probably more sensitive, and her soles looked perfect. She began to feel herself getting very turned on by this, but did her best not to caress herself even once. It was too early for that, she thought. Get off now, and you’ll ruin the whole thing.
She took what was left of the string she used to tie Megan’s toes together and, after poking two holes in the plastic wrap about two inches apart, pulled the string through the closer one and out the farther one. She pulled it tight and Megan felt her toes being pulled back and spread wide open. Even though she was blindfolded, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. Her feet were as helpless as it gets, and she was very worried about what was to come. She then felt another string being wrapped around the little toe on her left foot. This too was soon pulled taught, and this procedure was repeated on her right foot. Perfect, Lindsay told her.
Why… why are you doing this to me? Megan asked. Lindsay laughed at her. Oh, stop it. I just need to make sure your feet are completely immobile. What are you doing to my feet? Megan asked warily. Oh, you’ll see, Lindsay replied.
Megan heard Lindsay rummaging around in a bag. Her purse, she though. Lindsay finally stopped and Megan braced for what was to come. You’ll never guess what I found in my purse, Lindsay said as she took a feather from her bag and ran it across Megan’s toes. Megan bit her lip and tried not to laugh and Lindsay could see her toes struggling to move. Well? she asked. Megan was concentrating on not laughing too hard to be able to give an answer. Well then, Lindsay said as she pulled another feather from her bag, maybe this will help. She ran the feather up and down Megan’s soles. Come on now, you can guess, she teased. Megan was doing everything in her power to not lost it and start laughing, but when Lindsay starting tickling in between her toes with one of the feathers, she knew she couldn’t hold on anymore.
HAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA! She laughed with no filter. Every stroke of those feathers on her soles and toes she felt, and each one tickled more than the last. OH MY GAAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAD PLEASE STAAAHAHAHAHHAP!!! EEEEEHEHEHEEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE! She was begging to deaf ears, however, as Lindsay was purely concentrated on making her victim laugh. She was aiming directly for the softest, whitest parts of Megan’s soles, targeting the area under her toes and her arches with the feathers. She wanted so desperately to orgasm, but she knew she couldn’t until the time was right.
She continued her merciless tickling assault on Megan’s feet by twirling one of the feathers in between Megan’s toes and dragging the other one across the base of her toes. Megan was losing her mind. NO MORE NO MORE NO MOOOOHHOOHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHOOORE! She begged. You never guessed what I found in my bag, Lindsay said. FEHEHEATHERS!! FEATHERS!! YOU FAHAHAHAHAHAOUND FEATHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA… she couldn’t even finish the word, she was laughing so hard. Lindsay stopped tickling her. Correct, she said. Megan laid there, gasping for air and still feeling giggly. She heard Lindsay rummaging around in her bag again. Oh no, she thought. I can’t take any more. Lindsay, she said, please stop… I can’t do it anymore. Oh, but you can and you will, Lindsay said. She took a couple makeup brushes out of her bag and poked Megan’s heels with them. Megan giggled. Oh, ticklish heels? Lindsay said and began to brush Megan’s heels with the brushes.
Megan started laughing, but not as hard as before. She could deal with her heels being tickled. Hehehehe, nooohohohahahahahaha, please, no! she said, half-faking the begging. Lindsay picked up on this, and quickly started tickling her toes. HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Megan laughed, surprised by how much the brushes tickled. NO! PLEEEHEHEHEHEASE NOT THE TOOHOHOHOOOES! AAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Lindsay didn’t care. She twirled the brushes around in circles on each toe, causing Megan to laugh in bursts. She finally started stroking the brushes up and down Megan’s soles, bringing out a steady stream of laughter. HAHAHAHA PLEEASE NOOOOHOHOHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA MOOORE! PLEASE! I’M SO TICKLIHIHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAISH! NO MORE! NO MORE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!
What am I tickling you with? Lindsay asked. BRUHUHSHESAAHAHAHHA! Megan laughed back. What kind? Lindsay demanded. PAINT? EHEHEHEHEEEHEHEHEH UM UM FOHOHOHOAAM? HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAH MAKEUHHUHUHUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAP? AHAAAAHAHAHAHAHHA! Was Megan’s jumbled response. Lindsay stopped tickling her and let her relax.
So, she asked, what tickles more? Megan was still laughing even though the tickling was over. Uhuhhmm, the feathers on my toes, but the brushes on my soles, she said. Good, Lindsay thought. I prefer a mix. She took a feather and a brush and began tickling Megan’s feet again.
NOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Megan begged. PLEASE!!! NO MOOORREHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOOO NOT THE TOOOEEESSS HAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! It was all to no avail, as Lindsay continued her ticklish punishment of Megan’s helpless feet. She began to notice all the wrinkles in Megan’s feet; the different patterns they made and how her feet looked as soft as they felt. She began to take the feather and drag it down one wrinkle after another, following the path they made while continuing to stroke the other foot with the brush. Megan began to laugh so hard she was coughing, and Lindsay knew this meant it was about time to wrap it up. After a minute or so more of line-tracing, sole-brushing, and toe-tickling, she knew it was time for her favorite part.
Almost done, she told Megan as she massaged each of her toes one by one. Megan was giggly and didn’t bother to respond and instead just waiting for what was to come. What I need from you is to beg like there’s no tomorrow, and when I feel like you’ve begged enough, I’ll stop tickling you, Lindsay told her. Okay, Megan said through deep breathes.
Lindsay pulled up a chair in front of Megan’s waiting soles. She flexed her fingers, ready to do some work. She loved the feeling of dragging her fingertips up a pair of helpless soles for the first time, especially a pair as soft and ticklish as Megan’s. She placed her fingers on Megan’s heels and slowly dragged them up her soles, finishing by giving her toes a quick tickle. Megan immediately burst out laughing. NOHHOIHOHO, PLEASE DON’T DO THAT! NO MORE TICKLING! The begging was in vain, because Lindsay’s real plan was to tickle Megan until she got herself off. She stayed up at her toes and dug right in, using her nails to torture the poor girl’s helpless feet.
NO NO NO NOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THE TOES!!! AAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE STOP I’LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE NO MORE TICKLING HAHAHAHAHAHHAA NOOO STOP PLEASE NO NO HAHAHAHAHAAAHAAA!
That’s some good begging, Lindsay thought as she started to tickle Megan’s soles with one hand while keeping her other on her toes. Megan was beginning to have a sensory overload, as all this tickling was driving her mad. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GAAAHAHAHAHAAAD PLEASE STOP! I CANT DO IT ANY MOOHHOHOHOOORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Lindsay began to use one hand to tickle all over Megan’s feet as the other one was now her pleasure-tool. The beautiful sound of Lindsay’s laughter filled her ears and her cute feet were all she could see. She tried not to moan too loudly, but knew Megan couldn’t hear her over her own laughter anyway. She grabbed a feather and started stroking Megan’s toes and soles with it. Megan’s crazed laughter grew stronger, and this pushed Lindsay right to the edge of climax. Right as she was about to cum, she reached out with both hands and tickled Megan’s toes. AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHA NO NO HAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA was all Megan could muster. With the sights and sounds of tickle torture surrounding her, Lindsay put her hand back and finished herself off. She lightly tickled Megan’s soles as she sat there post-orgasm, bringing the laughter down to a giggle.
So, she said as she stopped tickling, that wasn’t so bad, was it? No, of course not, Megan said through giggles. Lindsay grabbed some scissors and cut Megan loose, making sure to give her toes one last quick tickle before she was free. She helped Megan down from the table. Megan grabbed her shoes off the floor and slipped them on, glad to have some protection. The two walked out together. Megan couldn’t find it in herself to be mad at Lindsay. It’s only tickling, she told herself. Besides… I have plenty of time for revenge.
