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So here is the sequel that absolutely no one asked for 
But since I'd carried on writing, regardless, after putting up Part 1 of this story, I figured I might as well share the other two parts I've written, for the hell of it, starting here with Part 2. I'm getting back into writing again, and writing these has helped me to flex the muscle once more, so to speak, and that's why I'm doing this. But it seems daft not to put it up here, even if no one has actively engaged with what I've put up so far. I'll probably continue to do this with further writing I'm doing such as my 'almost true series', Part 2 of which I will be publishing soon.
FYI, the previous two parts of this series can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ckling-odyssey-(M-FF-First-story-in-15-years)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...yssey-Pt-1-(M-FF-Ruby-Rose-Jennifer-Lawrence)
If you can't be bothered to read those, you should know that the two women described are real-life colleagues of mine from yesteryear, and are being "Played" in their parts by Ruby Rose and Jennifer Lawrence, who they resemble closest physically.
Anyway, enjoy. Or don't
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II
He reached inside the box and closed his fingers around the first thing he touched. As he pulled it out, he held it high so that he and the girls would discover at the exact same time what it was – a regular plastic hairbrush. He flicked the bristles with a lazy finger, and saw the girls listen to the sound. He gripped Jennifer’s right foot with his left hand, holding it securely, before tearing into the flesh of her arch with the brush. He was instantly glad that he had soundproofed the room, for Jennifer screeched bloody murder into her gag, emptying her lungs temporarily in howling protest as the bristles tickled her oiled foot almost beyond reason. After the screaming subsided, the laughter began to flow out of her, but was replaced with screaming every time he moved the position of the brush slightly, changing the angle of attack or switching feet unexpectedly. He noted Ruby’s visual appraisal of her colleague’s predicament. She looked relieved he had started with Jennifer, but anxious at the thought that she would be next.
He thought he’d capitalise on that, and as he noticed her expression of dread, without warning he grabbed her right foot and gave it the same treatment. Ruby went from nervous to apoplectic, screaming in surprise, chagrin and as the only plausible reaction her body could fathom to the sensation of being tickled so intensely on her bare, oiled feet. He noted how her heel was straining slightly forwards as she tried to escape the chaos the brush bristles were causing on her soles, as it pushed against the restraints on her toes in an effort to either escape or de-escalate the ticklishness. He used this to his advantage – when her heel would push forwards, he’d attack it, moving from running the brush up and down the sole of the foot to holding the sole with one hand and giving the front and bottom of the heel a good going over with the dozens of tormenting bristles on the brush. He looked to Jennifer, who had stopped hyperventilating and making a racket, and was staring intently at what he was doing to Ruby. He promptly switched back to her, hearing a booming “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” coming from behind her gag as he applied the brush again. He continued this for some time, always choosing the moment he felt the woman not being currently tickled looked at her most apprehensive, before immediately switching back to her own defenceless soles. The gagged screaming and laughter filled the office, and he basked in the sound.
After a good, long while taking the brush to the girls, he felt it had served its purpose. He was becoming concerned that the girls might be overwhelmed and even pass out, so their relief was palpable when they saw him return the brush to the ‘mystery box’. He gave them a minute to come back to themselves and repeated his move from earlier; the incessant brush scrubbing seemed to have removed some of the oil from the girl’s feet, so they needed a top up. Jennifer and Ruby began to complain as he picked up the bottle, but he soon shushed them both by giving them a long, pleasurable foot massage, one temporarily freed foot at a time, as he re-oiled their feet. This was by way of a break, and he felt that he could detect a certain amount of arousal in both of the bound beauties as he worked their soles and toes with his thumbs and the heels of his hands: Ruby started to gain a bit of redness in her cheeks and Jennifer’s quiet cries of pleasure seemed to gain in passion. He considered deliberately edging them both, but thought against it – today was for tickling, and tickling alone, and he had much more in store. The girls of course began to complain as he re-tied the last foot – Jennifer’s beautiful, tanned left – and returned his searching hand to the box. What he drew out was surprising.
It was also mildly anticlimactic. For it was a pair of large, stiff white feathers. He had mixed feelings about feathers. From the feather work he had seen in online clips, he felt strongly that he could spot a fake, over-the-top reaction from a model (particularly an inexperienced one) when a feather was used on them. It wasn’t that they were totally ineffective, but feathers just didn’t tickle with the same intensity as fingers, or other tools. Almost everybody knew that, but of course models with no active interest in the tickling fetish usually weren’t aware of this and the non-ticklish among them stood out like a sore thumb if they tried to act as though a feather was driving them to distraction when it was not generally physically possible for one to do so. He always felt a certain appreciation for the models that faked as ultimately, they were just trying to please their target audience, but an overreaction to feather tickling would invariably ruin a clip for him. However, he had wanted to be surprised by the items in the box, plus the hairbrush starter had been pretty intense for the girls; he didn’t want to completely overwhelm them, so perhaps a slightly less maddening tool would actually be appropriate. He’d have to try his best to get the best reaction he could, even if he felt it would be to limited effect.
So, it was with these semi-reservations on his mind, and the slightest tinge of reluctance, that he began working the feathers slowly up and down the taut soles. This time the girls didn’t scream. They both still seemed mildly aroused from the intense rubbing he had performed on their feet, and he couldn’t tell for sure, but he felt that the feathers might be continuing that effect. This was of course, involuntary on his part: he had actively decided against edging the girls. But he couldn’t help it if the tickling was turning them on. Both girls shut their eyes and gasped into their gags several times, before eventually beginning to giggle at a steady pace. He held the feathers tightly, so that they would manipulate the ticklish flesh as well as they were able to as he stroked them up, down, and across the full expanse of the soles before him. He also twisted the tip of the feathers in his hands, so that they flickered around the girl’s arches, causing a slight increase in volume in the noise coming from behind the gags.
He felt he could do more damage, and so he prepared to perform a move he had seen hundreds of times, and switched the feathers around in his hand, so that he was brandishing the solid stems rather than the soft tips. To do this he was going to have to alternate between girls again, as he couldn’t use the stem effectively with one hand. But he didn’t fancy that as the tickling wasn’t intense enough to merit a break for one girl whilst he tickled the other. He wondered if his new ability could help him – it hadn’t let him down yet. Could he go full ‘Harry Potter’? Charm objects to work on their own? He took a feather, and held it up in front of Ruby’s stocks. He concentrated, before letting go of the feather. To his astonishment and pleasure the feather floated, in mid-air, before attacking Ruby’s insteps independently. Ruby’s expression of disbelief quickly altered to an enormous, renewed smile, before she began again with the giggling. The feathers had proved worth it after all – he had discovered further powers! He chuckled to himself and watched the feather dance around Ruby’s feet mischievously. Then he picked up the other feather and took the stem to Jennifer.
She bolted up in her restraints again, and he knew it was a successful step-up from the soft feather bristles that he had earlier been using. He had a thought and looked at the feather that was working on Ruby. It corresponded with his desire and turned around 180 degrees so that it was the stem that tormented Ruby’s pale soles rather than the soft part of the implement. Ruby’s reactions adjusted accordingly, and whilst she wasn’t freaking out as intently as she had in earlier cycles, she was definitely laughing fully. Jennifer too, laughed long and hard as he used the stem of the feather forcefully around her soles and heels, also occasionally removing the toe-ties on a random foot and pulling the feather backwards in between the toes, or sawing back-and-forth, causing an upturn in hilarity from Jennifer, whose endearing toes seemed especially sensitive. The way the skin changed in tone from tan to light brown in the fleshy area between her toes was absolutely delicious, and he marvelled at the sight. He then freed one of Ruby’s feet and was pleased to see the ‘enchanted’ feather do the same to her as he was doing to Jen, as if it had learned the technique somehow from observing him. Both Jennifer and Ruby were singing laughter by the time he was satisfied that the experiment with the feathers had indeed been successful and reached its natural conclusion.
The feather tickling had been a far less intense experience than the other forms of tickling he had endeavoured with and hadn’t removed as much oil as the hairbrush had. So there would be no let-up between tools this time. He would move straight on. He felt charged as he reached into the box and felt around for the next instruments that he would use. He could tell what they were the second he touched them inside the box. He lifted out two small lengths of rope, which was soft but also strong and firm. The girls looked thrown: they clearly couldn’t fathom how he was going to beset them with rope. He enjoyed having the knowledge that they did not yet possess, and relished that they would soon learn what he knew – that rope could absolutely tickle the hell out of a woman’s toes. He got going immediately but realised that he would have the same issue that he had had with the feathers. He would only be able to do one girl at a time himself, if he was going to be as thorough as he intended to be. It called again for enchantment. He decided he’d handle Ruby personally this time, and leave Jennifer at the mercy of a floating, possessed implement. He’d have to prepare her first.
He untied the toes on her right foot, and threaded the rope through slowly. He started at her comely big toe and worked the rope in between it and her ‘index’, then from the index through past her middle, weaving over her ring toe and finishing at her endearing pinkie, which squirmed delightfully by the time he got to it. This process caused Jennifer to shake, it was clearly having the desired effect before it had even properly begun, even though she wasn’t yet vocalising. He gave her bare sole an impromptu tickle with his fingers for a minute or two, partly out of general amusement and also to see whether the rope would come loose if she could move her foot more freely. It remained embedded, weaved through the formation of her toes neatly, despite Jennifer attempting to wiggle her toes and get it out. Once she was laughing adequately, he stopped, and turned to Ruby. He freed her left foot and repeated the process on her white, black-nailed toes, which were just as fetching as Jennifer’s, albeit different. He again admired the tattoo on the newly-visible back of her delicate foot. Then, even though it wasn’t strictly necessary, he also gave her untied foot a quick finger tickle for a couple of minutes. He wanted to be an equal opportunity tickler, and it pleased him to see Ruby try and move her foot out of the way futilely as he peppered it with finger tickles. Then he took hold of the rope at both ends and began both sets moving at the exact same time.
The effect was instant, and he absolutely delighted in the behaviour of the girls as they discovered what he had intended: that a length of rope repeatedly jerked back-and-forth in between the toes tickled in a fresh, alternative manner to other types of foot tickling. The girls seemed like they couldn’t decide whether they were relieved that it was only one part of their feet that was being assaulted, or whether that was indeed worse: that they knew what was coming, but couldn’t stop it. The rope that was automatically moving through Jennifer’s toes was doing its job perfectly. Within 10 seconds of it starting Jennifer had begun to loudly snicker into the gag and this only increased in intensity, building up to a steady stream of appetising laughter with some odd screams here and there, and some audible begging, which was strange to consider, as it technically wasn’t him tickling her. Ruby’s tickling had a more personal touch to it, as it was he who now manipulated the rope into coursing through her toe cleavage. He kept this going for several minutes, by which point the girls were both steadily laughing and screeching behind their orifical obstructions. He’d pop a finger tickle in on the feet that remained tied to the stocks occasionally, just to keep them alert and guessing, but otherwise he was quite content just observing the effect the rope was having. Then he had a thought, and communicated it with a slyly raised eyebrow.
Why exactly had he left one of each of the girl’s feet out? He enchanted the rope within Ruby’s toes so that it became automatic, then reached into the box, summoning more rope of the same length. Without stopping the first rope, he untied both girl’s remaining bound feet and placed the newly produced rope symmetrically through the cracks in between their toes. He clicked a finger, and all four ropes began moving in unison among the twenty delectably ticklish toes before him. The girl’s laughter once more increased in pitch and built up to what he would have unquestionably described as guffawing. It was a sight which brought him much satisfaction and he had a rest himself, leaning back in his chair slightly, stretching his folded arms up behind his head, and simply observing the bewitched ropes drive the girls mad. He sat for what felt like a long time, and he could feel the girls begin to tire. He clicked a finger, and the ropes instantly stopped, followed some seconds later by the girl’s laughter. He took great pleasure in slowly drawing the rope out, causing one last set of tickles from the excellent tools as he removed them. They had worked stupendously.
They had also had the unintended (but not unfortunate) effect that some of the previous tools had: they had worked some of the oil off the girl’s toes, so they would need a top up. He left the girls feet unbound, as, after pointing a finger at the bottle of baby oil and refilling it mystically, he tipped some into his hand, and firmly grabbed Jennifer’s left foot at the top, paying particular attention to getting her toes re-oiled. At first, she clenched her toes tightly, expecting tickling, but he rubbed the fist she had made with her toes until she relaxed, spread, and started slowly wiggling them at his touch. He lightly took each toe and parted it from the nearest one, before working the oil into the crevasse in between. His intention was not to tickle, but to caress, and Jennifer responded as she had to earlier rubbing: with increasingly obvious sexual arousal. The devious side of him again was forced to consider whether or not to tantalise and edge the girls on purpose, given that at some point they might deserve a reward for the intense tickling he had been administering, but he again decided against it; he would continue to focus on tickling, as it was tickling he loved. He gave Jennifer’s toes a good going over on her left foot, before moving onto the toes of her right foot, then topped his hands up with oil and set to work on the slightly longer extremities of Ruby’s right foot.
Ruby reacted with no less vigour, the whitish skin on her cheeks gaining a noticeable redness as he massaged each toe thoroughly. He had allowed both girls to have untied feet for the time he did this and as he was doing Ruby’s final foot he realised that they were both gently flapping their feet about, seemingly gratified with the sense of freedom temporarily afforded to their feet. As he finished up with Ruby, he relished the shift in the girl’s collective demeanour as he once again started to restrict their toes so that they were stuck fast at the top of the stocks. The renewed panic in the women was becoming more audible by the second. Even as they had begun to whimper in protest, he quaked with excitement as he considered the prospect of getting back to the tickling. He picked up the box so that the girls could see it, and shook it, pulling an expression of playful faux-curiosity as he placed it back down and put his hand in to see what he would be using next.
The answer to that question came as he felt something poke into his hand as he felt around inside the box. This made him curious, before he formed his fingers around the objects that had poked and affirmed what they were before he had laid eyes on them. He lifted out a pair of black, plastic combs. He knew he’d need all his dexterity here: using a comb on someone could go wrong and end up causing pain if the tickler weren’t skilled. He would not be allowing such a reprieve: he was going to make sure it tickled, and as severely as possible, at that. He held them up for the girls to see, and flicked along the plastic theatrically with a finger, in the same manner that he had previously teased them with the hairbrush before he had attacked. He would be manning the assault again, but he would again have to divide the effort between himself and a ‘charmed’ object, the weirdness of which was diminishing by the minute and causing nothing but excitement in him and worry in the girls. He figured out who he would deal with personally, and decided he’d rotate between the two, starting with Jennifer – he had last tickled Ruby himself with the toe-rope. He liked to keep things as symmetrical as possible.
He held one comb aloft, before Ruby’s re-bound feet, and clicked a finger. The comb eagerly dug in, instantly starting to scrape back and forth on the outside of Ruby’s right foot, so that the individual plastic stems vibrated against the soft, oily flesh one at a time, combining every time to cause an instant tickling overload. He marvelled at the sight as the enchanted comb very quickly drove Ruby to ticklish despair. It had started at the bottom of the foot, just above the heel on the left side, and as it sawed it moved upwards, getting every inch of the outside of Ruby’s trembling foot, before stopping at the edge of her little toe, which received a few tickles before the comb set off on its tickle track again, only this time it did not stop when it reached the heel: it continued sawing all underneath the bottom of the heel, and began moving up the inside of the poor foot, doing massive damage as it passed over the baby-soft instep, moving up to the outside of the big toe, and then retracing its own steps. Ruby’s laughter had grown and grown as the comb punished her foot and was now a steady stream of hilarity. He had figured when he had begun enchanting his tools that they were – in some bizarre way – learning from him, but he came to see that the reverse could also be true.
He realised that both he and Jennifer had been gawping at the effect that the wicked little comb had been having on their boss; they had simply been spectating. His eyes met Jennifer’s, and he smirked as the penny dropped and she realised that he was going to take his cue from the automatic object beside him. He grabbed Jennifer’s left foot, and began on the same track, with the same technique, to the same effect. Within a few seconds Jennifer was matching Ruby for newly appropriated laughing, begging, and screeching. He looked to the comb on Ruby’s feet (It had now moved to the next foot) and tried as best as he could to match the timings, so that the girls experienced the exact same torture at the exact same time. He continued with this, contented with the beautiful noise in the office of the combs clacking as they sawed, and the now-omnipresent laughter coming from behind the gags.
He suddenly heard fresh, louder shrieking from Ruby, and learned why. The possessed comb had apparently abandoned its strategy of sawing at the outside of the foot and had taken itself to the sole proper. It was almost violent in its flurried movement, tickling with some rigorous intensity all over the white, stretched out skin. He gazed, utterly titillated, as the comb turned itself upside down and began to strum repetitively and rapidly all over Ruby’s glorious, high arch, the structure of which was still well defined, despite the foot being pulled taut. It had clearly caused Ruby extra torment, and he once again followed suit. He switched to the foot of Jennifer’s that he hadn’t occupied, held the comb rigidly, and unleashed it on Jennifer’s arch. It was pure, ticklish devastation. He switched between arches when the lone comb did: it seemed to sense when a spot was getting overdone and each time it moved to a different foot there was a squeal of surprise from Ruby and he strove to match it, not wanting to be outdone. Jennifer was the unfortunate casualty of this strange and newfound rivalry, and he worked hard with the implement he had to ensure that her cries at least matched Ruby’s. He did not cease until they were outdone, the moment coming after he had begun working the comb devilishly across the front of Jennifer’s toes. He smiled as it happened, because he felt he had cheated slightly: both women had equally ticklish feet, he had learned, but Jennifer’s toes seemed just a fraction worse than Ruby’s. The becharmed comb had adopted the same technique on Ruby, to a marginally lesser effect – she was still bellowing with laughter, after all. He considered that he had won. He pulled the comb off Ruby, and stopped tickling Jennifer, giving them a break for a minute. They had long ceased begging him to stop, as they had seemingly resigned themselves to their fate, and they simply focussed on getting their breath back.
He didn’t permit it long, however: he was simply switching over. Jennifer was full of alarm as he held the bewitched comb in front of her soles, and let go, leaving it to do its thing. He started on Ruby, thinking that since he had ‘beaten’ the comb, there was no need to copy its efforts or mimic its movements. So, he free-styled on Ruby’s delicious, tender feet, starting as he had left off with Jennifer: moving across the front of her toes. The flesh that peeked out from between the restraints that held each of Ruby’s toes in place, and her seamlessly shaped toenails, with their sexy black polish, was just irresistible, and he moved his face in close and targeted it. He began to question his earlier internal hypothesis about Jennifer having more ticklish toes than Ruby, as he could swear that he was making Ruby laugh just as hard as he had made Jennifer before. They were soon both in full-flow, Jennifer from the enchanted implement, Ruby from him, and the sight and sound was wondrous. He explored every possible way that a comb could tickle a foot with Ruby. He even went to the trouble of releasing her foot from the bonds that held her toes and sawing through the toe-cleavage, causing absolute hysteria. Then he released one of Jennifer’s feet, so that the comb he had charmed could follow suit. After a time, he charmed the comb he had been taking to Ruby so that it would take over from him, and assumed his relaxed position in his chair, chilling out for a while as the two excessively attractive women before him bellowed in ticklish anguish. Then he stopped it.
It was time for the finale.
But since I'd carried on writing, regardless, after putting up Part 1 of this story, I figured I might as well share the other two parts I've written, for the hell of it, starting here with Part 2. I'm getting back into writing again, and writing these has helped me to flex the muscle once more, so to speak, and that's why I'm doing this. But it seems daft not to put it up here, even if no one has actively engaged with what I've put up so far. I'll probably continue to do this with further writing I'm doing such as my 'almost true series', Part 2 of which I will be publishing soon.
FYI, the previous two parts of this series can be found here:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...ckling-odyssey-(M-FF-First-story-in-15-years)
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showth...yssey-Pt-1-(M-FF-Ruby-Rose-Jennifer-Lawrence)
If you can't be bothered to read those, you should know that the two women described are real-life colleagues of mine from yesteryear, and are being "Played" in their parts by Ruby Rose and Jennifer Lawrence, who they resemble closest physically.
Anyway, enjoy. Or don't
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He reached inside the box and closed his fingers around the first thing he touched. As he pulled it out, he held it high so that he and the girls would discover at the exact same time what it was – a regular plastic hairbrush. He flicked the bristles with a lazy finger, and saw the girls listen to the sound. He gripped Jennifer’s right foot with his left hand, holding it securely, before tearing into the flesh of her arch with the brush. He was instantly glad that he had soundproofed the room, for Jennifer screeched bloody murder into her gag, emptying her lungs temporarily in howling protest as the bristles tickled her oiled foot almost beyond reason. After the screaming subsided, the laughter began to flow out of her, but was replaced with screaming every time he moved the position of the brush slightly, changing the angle of attack or switching feet unexpectedly. He noted Ruby’s visual appraisal of her colleague’s predicament. She looked relieved he had started with Jennifer, but anxious at the thought that she would be next.
He thought he’d capitalise on that, and as he noticed her expression of dread, without warning he grabbed her right foot and gave it the same treatment. Ruby went from nervous to apoplectic, screaming in surprise, chagrin and as the only plausible reaction her body could fathom to the sensation of being tickled so intensely on her bare, oiled feet. He noted how her heel was straining slightly forwards as she tried to escape the chaos the brush bristles were causing on her soles, as it pushed against the restraints on her toes in an effort to either escape or de-escalate the ticklishness. He used this to his advantage – when her heel would push forwards, he’d attack it, moving from running the brush up and down the sole of the foot to holding the sole with one hand and giving the front and bottom of the heel a good going over with the dozens of tormenting bristles on the brush. He looked to Jennifer, who had stopped hyperventilating and making a racket, and was staring intently at what he was doing to Ruby. He promptly switched back to her, hearing a booming “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” coming from behind her gag as he applied the brush again. He continued this for some time, always choosing the moment he felt the woman not being currently tickled looked at her most apprehensive, before immediately switching back to her own defenceless soles. The gagged screaming and laughter filled the office, and he basked in the sound.
After a good, long while taking the brush to the girls, he felt it had served its purpose. He was becoming concerned that the girls might be overwhelmed and even pass out, so their relief was palpable when they saw him return the brush to the ‘mystery box’. He gave them a minute to come back to themselves and repeated his move from earlier; the incessant brush scrubbing seemed to have removed some of the oil from the girl’s feet, so they needed a top up. Jennifer and Ruby began to complain as he picked up the bottle, but he soon shushed them both by giving them a long, pleasurable foot massage, one temporarily freed foot at a time, as he re-oiled their feet. This was by way of a break, and he felt that he could detect a certain amount of arousal in both of the bound beauties as he worked their soles and toes with his thumbs and the heels of his hands: Ruby started to gain a bit of redness in her cheeks and Jennifer’s quiet cries of pleasure seemed to gain in passion. He considered deliberately edging them both, but thought against it – today was for tickling, and tickling alone, and he had much more in store. The girls of course began to complain as he re-tied the last foot – Jennifer’s beautiful, tanned left – and returned his searching hand to the box. What he drew out was surprising.
It was also mildly anticlimactic. For it was a pair of large, stiff white feathers. He had mixed feelings about feathers. From the feather work he had seen in online clips, he felt strongly that he could spot a fake, over-the-top reaction from a model (particularly an inexperienced one) when a feather was used on them. It wasn’t that they were totally ineffective, but feathers just didn’t tickle with the same intensity as fingers, or other tools. Almost everybody knew that, but of course models with no active interest in the tickling fetish usually weren’t aware of this and the non-ticklish among them stood out like a sore thumb if they tried to act as though a feather was driving them to distraction when it was not generally physically possible for one to do so. He always felt a certain appreciation for the models that faked as ultimately, they were just trying to please their target audience, but an overreaction to feather tickling would invariably ruin a clip for him. However, he had wanted to be surprised by the items in the box, plus the hairbrush starter had been pretty intense for the girls; he didn’t want to completely overwhelm them, so perhaps a slightly less maddening tool would actually be appropriate. He’d have to try his best to get the best reaction he could, even if he felt it would be to limited effect.
So, it was with these semi-reservations on his mind, and the slightest tinge of reluctance, that he began working the feathers slowly up and down the taut soles. This time the girls didn’t scream. They both still seemed mildly aroused from the intense rubbing he had performed on their feet, and he couldn’t tell for sure, but he felt that the feathers might be continuing that effect. This was of course, involuntary on his part: he had actively decided against edging the girls. But he couldn’t help it if the tickling was turning them on. Both girls shut their eyes and gasped into their gags several times, before eventually beginning to giggle at a steady pace. He held the feathers tightly, so that they would manipulate the ticklish flesh as well as they were able to as he stroked them up, down, and across the full expanse of the soles before him. He also twisted the tip of the feathers in his hands, so that they flickered around the girl’s arches, causing a slight increase in volume in the noise coming from behind the gags.
He felt he could do more damage, and so he prepared to perform a move he had seen hundreds of times, and switched the feathers around in his hand, so that he was brandishing the solid stems rather than the soft tips. To do this he was going to have to alternate between girls again, as he couldn’t use the stem effectively with one hand. But he didn’t fancy that as the tickling wasn’t intense enough to merit a break for one girl whilst he tickled the other. He wondered if his new ability could help him – it hadn’t let him down yet. Could he go full ‘Harry Potter’? Charm objects to work on their own? He took a feather, and held it up in front of Ruby’s stocks. He concentrated, before letting go of the feather. To his astonishment and pleasure the feather floated, in mid-air, before attacking Ruby’s insteps independently. Ruby’s expression of disbelief quickly altered to an enormous, renewed smile, before she began again with the giggling. The feathers had proved worth it after all – he had discovered further powers! He chuckled to himself and watched the feather dance around Ruby’s feet mischievously. Then he picked up the other feather and took the stem to Jennifer.
She bolted up in her restraints again, and he knew it was a successful step-up from the soft feather bristles that he had earlier been using. He had a thought and looked at the feather that was working on Ruby. It corresponded with his desire and turned around 180 degrees so that it was the stem that tormented Ruby’s pale soles rather than the soft part of the implement. Ruby’s reactions adjusted accordingly, and whilst she wasn’t freaking out as intently as she had in earlier cycles, she was definitely laughing fully. Jennifer too, laughed long and hard as he used the stem of the feather forcefully around her soles and heels, also occasionally removing the toe-ties on a random foot and pulling the feather backwards in between the toes, or sawing back-and-forth, causing an upturn in hilarity from Jennifer, whose endearing toes seemed especially sensitive. The way the skin changed in tone from tan to light brown in the fleshy area between her toes was absolutely delicious, and he marvelled at the sight. He then freed one of Ruby’s feet and was pleased to see the ‘enchanted’ feather do the same to her as he was doing to Jen, as if it had learned the technique somehow from observing him. Both Jennifer and Ruby were singing laughter by the time he was satisfied that the experiment with the feathers had indeed been successful and reached its natural conclusion.
The feather tickling had been a far less intense experience than the other forms of tickling he had endeavoured with and hadn’t removed as much oil as the hairbrush had. So there would be no let-up between tools this time. He would move straight on. He felt charged as he reached into the box and felt around for the next instruments that he would use. He could tell what they were the second he touched them inside the box. He lifted out two small lengths of rope, which was soft but also strong and firm. The girls looked thrown: they clearly couldn’t fathom how he was going to beset them with rope. He enjoyed having the knowledge that they did not yet possess, and relished that they would soon learn what he knew – that rope could absolutely tickle the hell out of a woman’s toes. He got going immediately but realised that he would have the same issue that he had had with the feathers. He would only be able to do one girl at a time himself, if he was going to be as thorough as he intended to be. It called again for enchantment. He decided he’d handle Ruby personally this time, and leave Jennifer at the mercy of a floating, possessed implement. He’d have to prepare her first.
He untied the toes on her right foot, and threaded the rope through slowly. He started at her comely big toe and worked the rope in between it and her ‘index’, then from the index through past her middle, weaving over her ring toe and finishing at her endearing pinkie, which squirmed delightfully by the time he got to it. This process caused Jennifer to shake, it was clearly having the desired effect before it had even properly begun, even though she wasn’t yet vocalising. He gave her bare sole an impromptu tickle with his fingers for a minute or two, partly out of general amusement and also to see whether the rope would come loose if she could move her foot more freely. It remained embedded, weaved through the formation of her toes neatly, despite Jennifer attempting to wiggle her toes and get it out. Once she was laughing adequately, he stopped, and turned to Ruby. He freed her left foot and repeated the process on her white, black-nailed toes, which were just as fetching as Jennifer’s, albeit different. He again admired the tattoo on the newly-visible back of her delicate foot. Then, even though it wasn’t strictly necessary, he also gave her untied foot a quick finger tickle for a couple of minutes. He wanted to be an equal opportunity tickler, and it pleased him to see Ruby try and move her foot out of the way futilely as he peppered it with finger tickles. Then he took hold of the rope at both ends and began both sets moving at the exact same time.
The effect was instant, and he absolutely delighted in the behaviour of the girls as they discovered what he had intended: that a length of rope repeatedly jerked back-and-forth in between the toes tickled in a fresh, alternative manner to other types of foot tickling. The girls seemed like they couldn’t decide whether they were relieved that it was only one part of their feet that was being assaulted, or whether that was indeed worse: that they knew what was coming, but couldn’t stop it. The rope that was automatically moving through Jennifer’s toes was doing its job perfectly. Within 10 seconds of it starting Jennifer had begun to loudly snicker into the gag and this only increased in intensity, building up to a steady stream of appetising laughter with some odd screams here and there, and some audible begging, which was strange to consider, as it technically wasn’t him tickling her. Ruby’s tickling had a more personal touch to it, as it was he who now manipulated the rope into coursing through her toe cleavage. He kept this going for several minutes, by which point the girls were both steadily laughing and screeching behind their orifical obstructions. He’d pop a finger tickle in on the feet that remained tied to the stocks occasionally, just to keep them alert and guessing, but otherwise he was quite content just observing the effect the rope was having. Then he had a thought, and communicated it with a slyly raised eyebrow.
Why exactly had he left one of each of the girl’s feet out? He enchanted the rope within Ruby’s toes so that it became automatic, then reached into the box, summoning more rope of the same length. Without stopping the first rope, he untied both girl’s remaining bound feet and placed the newly produced rope symmetrically through the cracks in between their toes. He clicked a finger, and all four ropes began moving in unison among the twenty delectably ticklish toes before him. The girl’s laughter once more increased in pitch and built up to what he would have unquestionably described as guffawing. It was a sight which brought him much satisfaction and he had a rest himself, leaning back in his chair slightly, stretching his folded arms up behind his head, and simply observing the bewitched ropes drive the girls mad. He sat for what felt like a long time, and he could feel the girls begin to tire. He clicked a finger, and the ropes instantly stopped, followed some seconds later by the girl’s laughter. He took great pleasure in slowly drawing the rope out, causing one last set of tickles from the excellent tools as he removed them. They had worked stupendously.
They had also had the unintended (but not unfortunate) effect that some of the previous tools had: they had worked some of the oil off the girl’s toes, so they would need a top up. He left the girls feet unbound, as, after pointing a finger at the bottle of baby oil and refilling it mystically, he tipped some into his hand, and firmly grabbed Jennifer’s left foot at the top, paying particular attention to getting her toes re-oiled. At first, she clenched her toes tightly, expecting tickling, but he rubbed the fist she had made with her toes until she relaxed, spread, and started slowly wiggling them at his touch. He lightly took each toe and parted it from the nearest one, before working the oil into the crevasse in between. His intention was not to tickle, but to caress, and Jennifer responded as she had to earlier rubbing: with increasingly obvious sexual arousal. The devious side of him again was forced to consider whether or not to tantalise and edge the girls on purpose, given that at some point they might deserve a reward for the intense tickling he had been administering, but he again decided against it; he would continue to focus on tickling, as it was tickling he loved. He gave Jennifer’s toes a good going over on her left foot, before moving onto the toes of her right foot, then topped his hands up with oil and set to work on the slightly longer extremities of Ruby’s right foot.
Ruby reacted with no less vigour, the whitish skin on her cheeks gaining a noticeable redness as he massaged each toe thoroughly. He had allowed both girls to have untied feet for the time he did this and as he was doing Ruby’s final foot he realised that they were both gently flapping their feet about, seemingly gratified with the sense of freedom temporarily afforded to their feet. As he finished up with Ruby, he relished the shift in the girl’s collective demeanour as he once again started to restrict their toes so that they were stuck fast at the top of the stocks. The renewed panic in the women was becoming more audible by the second. Even as they had begun to whimper in protest, he quaked with excitement as he considered the prospect of getting back to the tickling. He picked up the box so that the girls could see it, and shook it, pulling an expression of playful faux-curiosity as he placed it back down and put his hand in to see what he would be using next.
The answer to that question came as he felt something poke into his hand as he felt around inside the box. This made him curious, before he formed his fingers around the objects that had poked and affirmed what they were before he had laid eyes on them. He lifted out a pair of black, plastic combs. He knew he’d need all his dexterity here: using a comb on someone could go wrong and end up causing pain if the tickler weren’t skilled. He would not be allowing such a reprieve: he was going to make sure it tickled, and as severely as possible, at that. He held them up for the girls to see, and flicked along the plastic theatrically with a finger, in the same manner that he had previously teased them with the hairbrush before he had attacked. He would be manning the assault again, but he would again have to divide the effort between himself and a ‘charmed’ object, the weirdness of which was diminishing by the minute and causing nothing but excitement in him and worry in the girls. He figured out who he would deal with personally, and decided he’d rotate between the two, starting with Jennifer – he had last tickled Ruby himself with the toe-rope. He liked to keep things as symmetrical as possible.
He held one comb aloft, before Ruby’s re-bound feet, and clicked a finger. The comb eagerly dug in, instantly starting to scrape back and forth on the outside of Ruby’s right foot, so that the individual plastic stems vibrated against the soft, oily flesh one at a time, combining every time to cause an instant tickling overload. He marvelled at the sight as the enchanted comb very quickly drove Ruby to ticklish despair. It had started at the bottom of the foot, just above the heel on the left side, and as it sawed it moved upwards, getting every inch of the outside of Ruby’s trembling foot, before stopping at the edge of her little toe, which received a few tickles before the comb set off on its tickle track again, only this time it did not stop when it reached the heel: it continued sawing all underneath the bottom of the heel, and began moving up the inside of the poor foot, doing massive damage as it passed over the baby-soft instep, moving up to the outside of the big toe, and then retracing its own steps. Ruby’s laughter had grown and grown as the comb punished her foot and was now a steady stream of hilarity. He had figured when he had begun enchanting his tools that they were – in some bizarre way – learning from him, but he came to see that the reverse could also be true.
He realised that both he and Jennifer had been gawping at the effect that the wicked little comb had been having on their boss; they had simply been spectating. His eyes met Jennifer’s, and he smirked as the penny dropped and she realised that he was going to take his cue from the automatic object beside him. He grabbed Jennifer’s left foot, and began on the same track, with the same technique, to the same effect. Within a few seconds Jennifer was matching Ruby for newly appropriated laughing, begging, and screeching. He looked to the comb on Ruby’s feet (It had now moved to the next foot) and tried as best as he could to match the timings, so that the girls experienced the exact same torture at the exact same time. He continued with this, contented with the beautiful noise in the office of the combs clacking as they sawed, and the now-omnipresent laughter coming from behind the gags.
He suddenly heard fresh, louder shrieking from Ruby, and learned why. The possessed comb had apparently abandoned its strategy of sawing at the outside of the foot and had taken itself to the sole proper. It was almost violent in its flurried movement, tickling with some rigorous intensity all over the white, stretched out skin. He gazed, utterly titillated, as the comb turned itself upside down and began to strum repetitively and rapidly all over Ruby’s glorious, high arch, the structure of which was still well defined, despite the foot being pulled taut. It had clearly caused Ruby extra torment, and he once again followed suit. He switched to the foot of Jennifer’s that he hadn’t occupied, held the comb rigidly, and unleashed it on Jennifer’s arch. It was pure, ticklish devastation. He switched between arches when the lone comb did: it seemed to sense when a spot was getting overdone and each time it moved to a different foot there was a squeal of surprise from Ruby and he strove to match it, not wanting to be outdone. Jennifer was the unfortunate casualty of this strange and newfound rivalry, and he worked hard with the implement he had to ensure that her cries at least matched Ruby’s. He did not cease until they were outdone, the moment coming after he had begun working the comb devilishly across the front of Jennifer’s toes. He smiled as it happened, because he felt he had cheated slightly: both women had equally ticklish feet, he had learned, but Jennifer’s toes seemed just a fraction worse than Ruby’s. The becharmed comb had adopted the same technique on Ruby, to a marginally lesser effect – she was still bellowing with laughter, after all. He considered that he had won. He pulled the comb off Ruby, and stopped tickling Jennifer, giving them a break for a minute. They had long ceased begging him to stop, as they had seemingly resigned themselves to their fate, and they simply focussed on getting their breath back.
He didn’t permit it long, however: he was simply switching over. Jennifer was full of alarm as he held the bewitched comb in front of her soles, and let go, leaving it to do its thing. He started on Ruby, thinking that since he had ‘beaten’ the comb, there was no need to copy its efforts or mimic its movements. So, he free-styled on Ruby’s delicious, tender feet, starting as he had left off with Jennifer: moving across the front of her toes. The flesh that peeked out from between the restraints that held each of Ruby’s toes in place, and her seamlessly shaped toenails, with their sexy black polish, was just irresistible, and he moved his face in close and targeted it. He began to question his earlier internal hypothesis about Jennifer having more ticklish toes than Ruby, as he could swear that he was making Ruby laugh just as hard as he had made Jennifer before. They were soon both in full-flow, Jennifer from the enchanted implement, Ruby from him, and the sight and sound was wondrous. He explored every possible way that a comb could tickle a foot with Ruby. He even went to the trouble of releasing her foot from the bonds that held her toes and sawing through the toe-cleavage, causing absolute hysteria. Then he released one of Jennifer’s feet, so that the comb he had charmed could follow suit. After a time, he charmed the comb he had been taking to Ruby so that it would take over from him, and assumed his relaxed position in his chair, chilling out for a while as the two excessively attractive women before him bellowed in ticklish anguish. Then he stopped it.
It was time for the finale.
