Hardy191973
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Hello all. I am on this amazing forum for so long already and never have thought about writing a story. I have a fantasy about a certain tickling scenario and over some time I have been chatting, discussing and joking around about it with a number of friends that I have in this great community. All of them either had ideas to complete this fantasy scenario or gave me inputs and thoughts about how it could go. In the end there was even too much to bring it all in but I tried to use the most of it to make the following story fun to read - for my friends (you awesome people know who you are 😍 ) and for everyone else.
(Names in the story are fictive but I felt keen to use my own one because it is about my ultimate dream scenario haha, and now enjoy!)
The Cabin of hysterical happiness
Deep in the heart of the woods, a secluded cabin stood, shrouded in mystery. Inside, a man found himself in a peculiar predicament. Hardy was strapped to a gurney. Even worse, his bare feet were vanishing through the wall into another room next door, secured in some stocks, rendering him completely helpless. It was absolutely impossible for him to pull them back into the room where he was laying. He could barely move an inch! Even each toe was carefully tied with ropes that could remind someone of shoelaces, so he was neither able to curl them for a bit nor to clench his soles to get at least a bit of protection. A comfy stool and a small table with a few items on it were nicely placed before his feet. Anyone sitting on this chair would have perfect access to them. A camera on a pillar was placed right next to the table at an angle that would enable the filming of the person sitting on the chair, the table and of course the nicely stuck bare feet as well. The table also had a small kind of control unit on it with a few buttons, a microphone, a speaker and a little monitor.
Hardy was in his boxers only, his arms were locked in wooden wriststocks in height of his head that was resting on a pillow. He looked to the ceiling where a big monitor was installed and a microphone was hanging over his face about 2ft above him. The monitor was obviously shut down and only showed a black screen.
Inside the cabin also some nice plush couches were placed around the gurney to sit on with small tables for snacks and drinks that could be ordered at a bar in the corner of the room: Champaign, wine, Cocktails, everything you need for a girls night obviously. In the corners of the room you could see loudspeakers to fill the room with some decent music.
Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful woman came in. She was wearing a stunning outfit. Tight shiny leather shorts and a silver blouse. A beautiful necklace with a golden key dangling from it caught Hardy´s eyes. Her hair was open and her make-up emphasized her adorable face. Her feet were in some open heels that gave view to her sparkly blue polished toes wich matched perfectly with her acrylics on her fingers that had been nicely filed. They were still round but slightly pointy. Hardy shuddered a little when he heared the clicking sounds of her heels coming closer. When she arrived at the gurney she bent over and looked into his eyes with a smile. Her look was warm, firm but somehow he saw a glance of mischief in them. The golden key for a moment was dangling right above his face. When he recognized her his eyes went wider: "HEATHER!" was his only word coming out of his mouth. She then spoke: "Hello my dear friend. I can´t even tell you enough how happy I am to have you here with us tonight! Yes it is me, Heather (then quietly but with a small grin and almost to herself), but you might call me other names tonight as well!" - He carefully replied: "Uhm... with US? Who else is here? And what is that golden key for?" - She spoke again: "Oh nobody is here yet but I have decided to invite a few friends for a fun girls night. They should arrive soon and I´m sure they will enjoy to have you with us (then slowing her words down) aaaaaaalmost as much as I do! Are you laying there comfortable?" - He stammered: "Y...Yess, thank you, I just can barely move and even can´t see my feet! " - She snickered: "Oh indeed your feet are completely stuck but hey there´s nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to hurt you. You are in good hands and you will feel...uhm I mean see your feet very soon, I promise!" With her last words she giggled, raised her right hand and wiggled her fingers into the air... "With key by the way you can open the stocks that hold your feet so nicely for us." In a teasing voice she added: "Too bad it is soooo close but for you ohhh so far away hahaha!"
A bell rang and Heather smiled: "Oh it looks like our guests finally have arrived, I will be right back" and she headed to the cabin door on wich you could see a sign: "EXIT - Lers only!" and two grinning smileys on each side of it.
A couple minutes later the cabin door opened again and Heather came back, this time followed by 5 ladies who all were dressed in very nice outfits of various kinds holding a welcome drink in their hands. The women gathered around Heather and were talking about their journey, the bad traffic, how happy they were to meet again and then about a topic that caught Hardy´s ears. Heather asked them: "So you all have been to the spa today for mani- and pedicure?" - The chatting turned into a more exciting level with the ladies talking about their experiences at the spas they had been to. Also they started comparing the shape and designs of their nails they had freshly gotten. One of them suddenly even removed her ballerinas and visible became a really cute pair of feet. Her nails were painted in a sexy dark red and on each toe was a letter in artful scripts: "L A U G H" was readable on her left foot and "L O V E !" on her right. - the other women pointed at her feet laughing and getting excited. "Oh that is sooo adorable!" one of the ladies said and then showed her fresh manicured stiletto nails to the others. They were black, long, pointy and designed with little spiderwebs and skulls. Heather wanted a closer look and complimented them with words that got Hardy suspicious: Oh I like how something so beautiful can be so evil!"
After some more chatting the women finally decided to sit down on the couches and a cute waitress, who had started to prepare the bar came over and asked them about what they´d love to drink and if anyone likes some snacks. They ordered their first round of cocktails and and words could be heared like: "Oh and something to nibble on also would be nice now..." - with these words being heared Heather thought it would be time to introduce her main treasure to her guests. She stood up, with a spoon she carefully tipped against her drinking glass and began to speak: "My lovely friends, I´m so happy that you could come over to my party. I now want to introduce you to Hardy, who is laying here so nicely and ready to entertain us during our fun night!" She grabbed a remote control, tapped on a button on it and the monitor that was hanging on the ceiling turned on. To be seen on it was a nice pair of well pedicured and very smooth looking male feet. Hardy´s feet that were so snuggly stuck in the stocks protuding from the wall and the comfy chair with the small table right under his feet were perfectly displayed. For a moment Hardy started to breathe a bit heavier. The thought of his feet being "separated" from the rest of his body and not even being in the same room made his heart beating faster than usual.
The chatting among the ladies got more intense again and one of them finally asked: "Heather, what do you have planned for us now? You talked about something "entertaining"." - And Heather adressed her with a smile: "Oh I think we ALL will have a good laugh soon. Especially our Hardy here! - I´ll be right back..." She headed to the door, closed it behind her and for a moment there was silence. Then a few seconds later one of the ladies pointed to the monitor: "Oh girls! Look where Heather is now!" Heather had taken a seat on this chair at Hardy´s feet and smiled into the camera. She spoke into the microphone: "Test, test, test - can everyone hear and see me?" Everyone besides Hardy smiled and cheered into the room: "Yes we can!" -
Heather pressed a button and out of the gurney, right next to the pillow on wich Hardy´s head was resting, two wooden bars that were padded with leather came out and softly pressed against his head. It wasn´t painful at all but it prevented him from being able to turn his head to the left or right but forced him to permanently look to the ceiling, where his bare feet were displayed on the big monitor - trapped, toetied and very vulnerable. Heather continued: "I promised you something to laugh about and I am sure that laughter can be contageous - so I think Hardy should laugh at first!" - With her last word she started to gently tickle Hardy´s left foot with her index finger. Hardy tried to shook his head and bit his lip. The soft teasing touch of Heather´s fingertip was overwhelming and he started to become squirmy. Heather didn´t stop and started to build up the sensation and tickled him using two fingers then three then scribbling up and down his taught sole with all 5 fingers. Resistance was futile and Hardy soon started laughing, at first it was giggly then it became flowing out of him like a river and becoming more and more hysterical. These NAILS! These EVIL well manicured nails! They were sending little jolts through his feet, and while he was forced to watch this delicate scenario on a monitor it was like "FEEL-TV" had been invented. It became more and more overwhelming and words like "AHAHAHAHHAHA!!! Someone make this STAHAHAHAHAAAP!" was flowing out of his now wide open mouth!
The girls in the cabin started laughing about his squirmy reactions. They shouted out: "Oh Heather THAT´s what you were talking about when you said it will be amusing!" "Look at him struggling. He can´t escape your teasing fingers! Or maybe he isn´t trying hard enough haha!" "Heather - you should use both hands on both feet now!" and adressed at Hardy "Aww does it tickle soooo bad? Poor thing! Can´t get out here hahahaha!"
Hardy´s laughing became louder as he was struggling in his bonds. Staring at the monitor where you could see Heather having a ball with his feet and a big grin on her face made it SO much worse. There was no chance to distract himself from this evil sweet sensation running through his feet all the way up into his brain. Her tickling went on for another couple minutes and right before he was about to beg for mercy Heather took her hands off his feet and pressed a button on the control unit of the table at his feet. The monitor went black again, the bars that held his head in place disappeared again and he gasped. A minute later the cabin door opened and Heather came back in. Her guests applauded and were cheering and giggling. You could hear words like: "OMG Heather that is FUN-tastic!" - "Ohhh, your boy-toy here is REALLY ticklish haha!" - One of them pretended to shudder and said: "Holy Shit I´d go NUTS if I was strapped in here like that!" and another one to her: "You better thank God that the gurney is already occupied!" and she smiled at Hardy, who´s head was laying on the side so that he could face the girls joking around! - Heather was happy that her guests were having fun and she suggested: "My friends! I think we should all take our turns tickling him, what do you think?"
One of the ladies stood up "What if we play a fun dice game? We are 6 women that´s perfect. Two dices - the first one decides who goes out at Hardy´s feet, the second one decides about how many minutes he gets tickled." Another woman added: Yes multiplicated with TWO, because throwing a 1 would be boring and now a "six" will make him sing like a bird!" They all started laughing and you could hear "What a great idea!" from them while they were drinking more of their champaign and Heather added: "I love you girls! What if we add a third dice - if it shows 1 or 2 we will tickle him with a hairbrush , with 3 or 4 he gets tickled with THIS thing" and she held up a pursonic flosser "and if it shows 5 or 6 we will use our nails" and she wiggled her own ones in the air again which made Hardy shudder and closing his eyes for a bit.
Heather left the room for a moment and soon was back with a small Leather Cup and three dices. One was Blue, one red and the last one was green. "Round one!" she announced and she smashed the cup onto the table, lifted it and all the ladies could be heared with "Uhhhhh!!!" - Heather laughed and announced: It´s you!" and she pointed at the Goth lady! "It´s 8 minutes with your nails for poor Hardy haha! The Goth lady, stood up. She was dressed in a black blouse, a black leather skirt, dark nylon-hose and heavy boots. Around her neck she was wearing a collar. She was the one who had these incredible stiletto nails designed with the skulls and the spiderwebs. She waved at Hardy with a teasing smile and made a short dancing move in direction to the door that Hardy knew she would exit soon to find her way to that stool before his feet that were awaiting their next round of sweet tickle-torture.
The other ladies cheered. Hardy could hear them: Hey darling, have fun! Don´t kill him we also want our turns! hahahaha! Heather smiled at her and held the door open. Suddenly she said: "Oh wait - would you please caress my palm with your nails for a moment?" The goth halted and caressed Heather´s palm with these nails for approximately 5 seconds. Heather shuddered, looked at the girls and laughed: "OMG these nails feel ELECTRIC! They gave me goosebumps from only some seconds on my palms - imagine them on your feet for EIGHT Minutes!" Then to Hardy: Well YOU don´t have to imagine it hahah!" They all laughed, the goth gave her a high5 and went out! Hardy desperately looked at Heather and pleaded: "Heather! Please don´t let her go at my feet. I won´t be able to handle her claws! They look SO EVIL!" Heather laughed and stuck her tongue out at him: "Aww I fear it´s too late for that - she is gone! But she won´t be ALL too far away! Let the game begin!"
When the door shut Hardy started to breathe faster. The goth lady found her way to Hardy´s feet quickly and took a seat in the chair, smiling into the camera and tapping her nails on the little table. The ladies inside started to giggle and teasing Hardy "Aww isn´t it sooo terrible that your feet are not here with us? No worries, she will take GOOD care of them!" The lady who had "Laugh Love" drawn on her toes added: "Damn I could NEVER handle this! I´m so glad that you are laying there and not me! But oh wait. My feet could rest on your chest while you feel yours getting tickled. Isn´t that SO sweet of me?" She removed her shoes and rested her beautiful feet on Hardy´s chest. His desire to touch these feet was big and he for more than one reason wished he could get his hands on them, but they were trapped and so these beautiful feet were so close but yet so far away!
In the meantime the goth had found a small bottle of babyoil on the table and softly rubbed some of it into Hardy´s feet. When she reached in between his toes Hardy let out little shrieks of giggles. This already tickled so bad and he knew it soon would become so much worse. Then he felt them, these incredible pointy stiletto nails. He tried to somehow curl his toes but couldn´t! The toeties held him in place with no mercy. The claws scribbled all over his feet as if they were performing Lord of the dance! Hardy laughed it all out as if there was no tomorrow. The girls were giggling and cheering with their cocktails and enjoying his predicament that he absolutely couldn´t handle. He shrieked: GIHIHIHIIIIIRRLSS!!! MAKE HER STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! But he only earned laughter and the girls inside wiggled her fingers in the air teasingly mocking him a little: "Aww Hardy - this is such a funny girls night. You actually sound like a little girl!" "Ladies - do you remember how a woodlouse rolls herself together? I bet Hardy wishes his feet could do THAT hahahaha!" And they stuck out their tongues at him and were making funny faces at him.
It felt like an eternity but eventually the time was up and the tickling stopped! The monitor went black again and the goth came back into the cabin. Heather was holding a cocktail for her. But she went to Hardy first and gave him a short kiss on his forehead, smiled at him and said: "Thanks for being such a good sport, honey. I think I´ll let you worship my feet later, you really earned that." Heather heared that and said: "Hardy, don´t I have the best friends ever? You should really give us all some footworship for being so nice to you, right girls? We all should be barefoot as our Hardy is too!" The girls laughed and happily got out of their shoes and showed her well honed and nicely pedicured feet. Hardy was in Heaven and Hell sametime!
Several rounds of the dicegame were played and after everyone had a turn at Hardy´s feet and making him feel the brush, the evil pursonic and of course their incredible nails they decided to give him a small break. His head was quite red and he needed a little while to slow down his fast breathing.
After they gave him something to drink with a straw - and he really needed that - two of the ladies were discussing who of them made him laugh more during the dicegame. A tall blonde dressed in a business outfit smiled at the goth lady who was sitting across her and said: "Hey would you agree that our poor tickletoy was really close to faint when I drove him wild with the pursonic?" The goth replied: Oh you really got him well but I think my nails were worse for him hahaha!" - Heather heared them and suggested: Hey you two, why don´t you get at his feet both together and we find out who of you can make him laugh harder? (Then at Hardy): I think that´s a wonderful idea, do you agree?" The ladies in unisono cheered: "Oh that is a GREAT idea" while Hardy desperately murmured: No! That idea is BAD!" The ladies again laughed and egged the two on who were heading to the cabin door: "Don´t forget under his toes, his laughter becomes so high-pitched from this!" Another one said: "Oh I have seen how he was screaming in laughter from the tops of his feet getting some uhhhm ATTENTION" and she wiggled her fingers in the air while she was giggling. Another one stood up and went were Hardy´s hands were sticking out of the wrist stocks. She made a merciful looking face and offered: Aww poor Hardy! Are the girls mean to you? I can hold your hand for a bit if it helps you." The other ladies laughed out: "Aww soooo soothing, isn´t she sweet? hahaha! Hardy you really should thank her for being soooo nice to you!"
In the meantime the 2 ladies had found their way to his feet again and started playing "Paper, scissor, stone". Heather asked them why they were doing it and they replied: "Oh we are just playing out who of us tickles him first!" The business woman chose paper while the goth lady formed a scissor with her fingers and won the round with "scissor cuts paper". Hardy gasped: OMG not her nails again. They have almost killed me before!" And then he felt them again. This time the goth lady didn´t build up but directly went to town on his poor feet with both hands. Hardy shrieked out a tune that would have made any neighbours call the police. A flow of loud laughter came out of his mouth. He tried to curse something in German and the other ladies looked at each other laughing and wondering what he might have said, one of them shouted: "I´m sure he is calling his mommy, hahaha!" Then at him: "Mommy won´t help you hahaha!" After what felt like an eternity but was only 3 minutes the tickling stopped and the ladies inside the cabin applauded how fast the goth was able to make him beg and plead for mercy. But the game wasn´t over. Now it was the turn of the business woman who grabbed the pursonic from the table and turned it on. Just the Buzzing sound of it drove Hardy nuts and nothing he could do but watch this tool of doom on the monitor coming closer and closer towards his feet. The padlock of the wriststocks rattled when the pursonic flosser touched his toes and it didn´t take 3 seconds and he was a laughing mess again. The ladies inside shouted: Looks like the nails are worse for him but maybe you can equal his screams holding the pursonic right under his toes!" The thousands of vibrations under his toes made him want to climb the walls but there was nowhere to go! "Make her Stohohohohooooooop! PLEAHAHAHAHASSSE!" he screamed! "I do ANYTHING!" "Awwwww WE aren´t doing anything in here right now but we have everything we want right NOW hahaha!" the ladies shouted back at him. After another 3 minutes of delicate torture the business woman turned off the pursonic and Hardy sank onto the gurney again still gasping. The ladies asked him: So! What was worse - the nails or the pursonic? - He was still almost too weak to speak and stammered: The na... na.. nails were from HELL! Such talons always were my kryptonite! But this pursonic OMG is also evil!" - "So you admit that with my nails I win?" the goth lady asked with a victory-smile raising her fist into th air. Hardy was still gasping and only could say: "Hey you ask someone about victory who is in a situation where you can´t win, only try to play..." - "or to get played with!" Heather added and her guests laughed again. "I think we have a winner!" and she pointed at the goth lady. "And your price is being the first to getting your feet worshipped by our sweet tickle toy here!"
The goth approached Hardy and took a stool to sit on by his side. She got her feet out of her heavy black boots, pulled off her nylons and put her beautiful naked feet on the pillow where his head was resting and teasingly tipped his nose with her bigtoe: "Now Boy, you better be careful worshipping my feet! They are very ticklish!" Hardy knew that if he even accidently tickled her the ladies would have another reason to punish him with more tickling. He gave her a decent kiss on her left big toe as a start and then softly licked down her sole and let his tongue glided the way up again. The Goth lady sighed softly and smiled to the other ladies: "Girls that really feels nice. I didn´t imagine he was so good at it! I´m sure you all will enjoy your tur...uiiiiiihihihii! HARDY! OMG Your tongue twirling between my toes tickles SO MUCH! I didn´t expect you to dare to tongue-tickle my toes!" The other girls saw it and immediately sugggested: "We should send one of us out at his feet and if his worship tickles we punish him for that!" A woman who looked a bit nerdy and wearing glasses raised her hand: "Can I volunteer to sit at his feet while he worships you girls?" - The other woman in unisono: "Sure! We were so nice to him offering our feet and now you can be nice to US making sure he doesn´t get too greedy, hahaha!" With a smile she went out and soon was to be seen on the monitor sitting in the control-chair at Hardy´s still perfectly trapped feet. He became so much more careful because he feared the tickling to resume that the goth teasingly encouraged him: "Hey come on now give me some more, you started it so nicely- I can also ask her to tickle you if you don´t make me melt a bit more here hahaha" and then: "Oh I have an idea! Tickle his feet a bit WHILE he worships me! This REALLY should motivate him hahaha!" - the woman at his feet immediately started to gently tickle Hardy´s feet with her fingertips. He REALLY tried to continue the worshipping but it was almost impossible to focus. The goth giggled: "Girls! His tongue feels so funny while he is laughing into my toes hahaha!" One by one the ladies took their turns putting their feet onto the pillow and making Hardy worship their feet. Some of them pretended that he was tickling them just to give the girl at his feet a reason to tickle him more. Time seemed to be standing still for him but for the ladies it felt like it was flying and eventually they decided that it was time to end the party and to get home.
They gave each other hugs and friendly kisses. All again approached Hardy and either kissed his forehead or patted his cheek gently telling him that he definitely made their day. Hardy was completely exhausted but he also thanked them for making his ultimate fantasy to come true.
Heather was happy. She had organized a girlsnight that was better than she ever could have dreamed of. She hugged her guests a last time and thanked them for being there and they all left the room. It went silent. Hardy was laying there and almost wasn´t able to think if he was really awake or if this all had been just a dream!
A few minutes later Heather came back. She was smiling happily. "Hardy you made 6 women happy in one night! You can be proud of yourself haha! Hardy smiled back at her with a sheepish smile. "You have evil friends, you know that, do you?" - Heather laughed: "You think you can curse them now that they can´t hear you anymore? Actually they asked me to tickle you for another 10 minutes if you dare to do so - your fault!" And she headed out the door again. On the monitor Hardy could see her soon in the chair again. "Heather, please! You don´t have to do it! Noone is here anymore!" - And Heather giggled: True - NOBODY will hear you - not even me hahaha." With that she shut down the monitor and turned off the speakers. For a moment there was silence, then he felt them again, Heather´s nails. She went to town on him for a last time, at first using her fingertips, then her nails, then she decided to nibble on his toes. Then using her nails again. It was all just her and Hardy´s feet and nothing else! Hardy was all by himself laughing his lungs out. The nibbling made him shriek, the nails even brought him into silent laughter. Time was standing still for him and what was only 10 minutes felt like it would never end... - Eventually the tickling stopped and Hardy was completely out of breathe and totally exhausted.
A few minutes later Heather came in again while Hardy was still gasping. She approached him and gave him a long kiss on his forehead, then she removed her necklace with the golden key and opened the stocks for his wrists and feet and untied him. He still felt a bit dizzy but was able to sit up. - Heather went to the bar and grabbed two drinks for them, came back and handed him the glass. "I LOVED it, Hardy! I seriously did! You were the perfect volunteer for my "Cabin of hysterical happiness"
Hardy smiled at her: Oh Heather, this is definitely a night that I won´t ever forget again.
-The end-
(Names in the story are fictive but I felt keen to use my own one because it is about my ultimate dream scenario haha, and now enjoy!)
The Cabin of hysterical happiness
Deep in the heart of the woods, a secluded cabin stood, shrouded in mystery. Inside, a man found himself in a peculiar predicament. Hardy was strapped to a gurney. Even worse, his bare feet were vanishing through the wall into another room next door, secured in some stocks, rendering him completely helpless. It was absolutely impossible for him to pull them back into the room where he was laying. He could barely move an inch! Even each toe was carefully tied with ropes that could remind someone of shoelaces, so he was neither able to curl them for a bit nor to clench his soles to get at least a bit of protection. A comfy stool and a small table with a few items on it were nicely placed before his feet. Anyone sitting on this chair would have perfect access to them. A camera on a pillar was placed right next to the table at an angle that would enable the filming of the person sitting on the chair, the table and of course the nicely stuck bare feet as well. The table also had a small kind of control unit on it with a few buttons, a microphone, a speaker and a little monitor.
Hardy was in his boxers only, his arms were locked in wooden wriststocks in height of his head that was resting on a pillow. He looked to the ceiling where a big monitor was installed and a microphone was hanging over his face about 2ft above him. The monitor was obviously shut down and only showed a black screen.
Inside the cabin also some nice plush couches were placed around the gurney to sit on with small tables for snacks and drinks that could be ordered at a bar in the corner of the room: Champaign, wine, Cocktails, everything you need for a girls night obviously. In the corners of the room you could see loudspeakers to fill the room with some decent music.
Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful woman came in. She was wearing a stunning outfit. Tight shiny leather shorts and a silver blouse. A beautiful necklace with a golden key dangling from it caught Hardy´s eyes. Her hair was open and her make-up emphasized her adorable face. Her feet were in some open heels that gave view to her sparkly blue polished toes wich matched perfectly with her acrylics on her fingers that had been nicely filed. They were still round but slightly pointy. Hardy shuddered a little when he heared the clicking sounds of her heels coming closer. When she arrived at the gurney she bent over and looked into his eyes with a smile. Her look was warm, firm but somehow he saw a glance of mischief in them. The golden key for a moment was dangling right above his face. When he recognized her his eyes went wider: "HEATHER!" was his only word coming out of his mouth. She then spoke: "Hello my dear friend. I can´t even tell you enough how happy I am to have you here with us tonight! Yes it is me, Heather (then quietly but with a small grin and almost to herself), but you might call me other names tonight as well!" - He carefully replied: "Uhm... with US? Who else is here? And what is that golden key for?" - She spoke again: "Oh nobody is here yet but I have decided to invite a few friends for a fun girls night. They should arrive soon and I´m sure they will enjoy to have you with us (then slowing her words down) aaaaaaalmost as much as I do! Are you laying there comfortable?" - He stammered: "Y...Yess, thank you, I just can barely move and even can´t see my feet! " - She snickered: "Oh indeed your feet are completely stuck but hey there´s nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to hurt you. You are in good hands and you will feel...uhm I mean see your feet very soon, I promise!" With her last words she giggled, raised her right hand and wiggled her fingers into the air... "With key by the way you can open the stocks that hold your feet so nicely for us." In a teasing voice she added: "Too bad it is soooo close but for you ohhh so far away hahaha!"
A bell rang and Heather smiled: "Oh it looks like our guests finally have arrived, I will be right back" and she headed to the cabin door on wich you could see a sign: "EXIT - Lers only!" and two grinning smileys on each side of it.
A couple minutes later the cabin door opened again and Heather came back, this time followed by 5 ladies who all were dressed in very nice outfits of various kinds holding a welcome drink in their hands. The women gathered around Heather and were talking about their journey, the bad traffic, how happy they were to meet again and then about a topic that caught Hardy´s ears. Heather asked them: "So you all have been to the spa today for mani- and pedicure?" - The chatting turned into a more exciting level with the ladies talking about their experiences at the spas they had been to. Also they started comparing the shape and designs of their nails they had freshly gotten. One of them suddenly even removed her ballerinas and visible became a really cute pair of feet. Her nails were painted in a sexy dark red and on each toe was a letter in artful scripts: "L A U G H" was readable on her left foot and "L O V E !" on her right. - the other women pointed at her feet laughing and getting excited. "Oh that is sooo adorable!" one of the ladies said and then showed her fresh manicured stiletto nails to the others. They were black, long, pointy and designed with little spiderwebs and skulls. Heather wanted a closer look and complimented them with words that got Hardy suspicious: Oh I like how something so beautiful can be so evil!"
After some more chatting the women finally decided to sit down on the couches and a cute waitress, who had started to prepare the bar came over and asked them about what they´d love to drink and if anyone likes some snacks. They ordered their first round of cocktails and and words could be heared like: "Oh and something to nibble on also would be nice now..." - with these words being heared Heather thought it would be time to introduce her main treasure to her guests. She stood up, with a spoon she carefully tipped against her drinking glass and began to speak: "My lovely friends, I´m so happy that you could come over to my party. I now want to introduce you to Hardy, who is laying here so nicely and ready to entertain us during our fun night!" She grabbed a remote control, tapped on a button on it and the monitor that was hanging on the ceiling turned on. To be seen on it was a nice pair of well pedicured and very smooth looking male feet. Hardy´s feet that were so snuggly stuck in the stocks protuding from the wall and the comfy chair with the small table right under his feet were perfectly displayed. For a moment Hardy started to breathe a bit heavier. The thought of his feet being "separated" from the rest of his body and not even being in the same room made his heart beating faster than usual.
The chatting among the ladies got more intense again and one of them finally asked: "Heather, what do you have planned for us now? You talked about something "entertaining"." - And Heather adressed her with a smile: "Oh I think we ALL will have a good laugh soon. Especially our Hardy here! - I´ll be right back..." She headed to the door, closed it behind her and for a moment there was silence. Then a few seconds later one of the ladies pointed to the monitor: "Oh girls! Look where Heather is now!" Heather had taken a seat on this chair at Hardy´s feet and smiled into the camera. She spoke into the microphone: "Test, test, test - can everyone hear and see me?" Everyone besides Hardy smiled and cheered into the room: "Yes we can!" -
Heather pressed a button and out of the gurney, right next to the pillow on wich Hardy´s head was resting, two wooden bars that were padded with leather came out and softly pressed against his head. It wasn´t painful at all but it prevented him from being able to turn his head to the left or right but forced him to permanently look to the ceiling, where his bare feet were displayed on the big monitor - trapped, toetied and very vulnerable. Heather continued: "I promised you something to laugh about and I am sure that laughter can be contageous - so I think Hardy should laugh at first!" - With her last word she started to gently tickle Hardy´s left foot with her index finger. Hardy tried to shook his head and bit his lip. The soft teasing touch of Heather´s fingertip was overwhelming and he started to become squirmy. Heather didn´t stop and started to build up the sensation and tickled him using two fingers then three then scribbling up and down his taught sole with all 5 fingers. Resistance was futile and Hardy soon started laughing, at first it was giggly then it became flowing out of him like a river and becoming more and more hysterical. These NAILS! These EVIL well manicured nails! They were sending little jolts through his feet, and while he was forced to watch this delicate scenario on a monitor it was like "FEEL-TV" had been invented. It became more and more overwhelming and words like "AHAHAHAHHAHA!!! Someone make this STAHAHAHAHAAAP!" was flowing out of his now wide open mouth!
The girls in the cabin started laughing about his squirmy reactions. They shouted out: "Oh Heather THAT´s what you were talking about when you said it will be amusing!" "Look at him struggling. He can´t escape your teasing fingers! Or maybe he isn´t trying hard enough haha!" "Heather - you should use both hands on both feet now!" and adressed at Hardy "Aww does it tickle soooo bad? Poor thing! Can´t get out here hahahaha!"
Hardy´s laughing became louder as he was struggling in his bonds. Staring at the monitor where you could see Heather having a ball with his feet and a big grin on her face made it SO much worse. There was no chance to distract himself from this evil sweet sensation running through his feet all the way up into his brain. Her tickling went on for another couple minutes and right before he was about to beg for mercy Heather took her hands off his feet and pressed a button on the control unit of the table at his feet. The monitor went black again, the bars that held his head in place disappeared again and he gasped. A minute later the cabin door opened and Heather came back in. Her guests applauded and were cheering and giggling. You could hear words like: "OMG Heather that is FUN-tastic!" - "Ohhh, your boy-toy here is REALLY ticklish haha!" - One of them pretended to shudder and said: "Holy Shit I´d go NUTS if I was strapped in here like that!" and another one to her: "You better thank God that the gurney is already occupied!" and she smiled at Hardy, who´s head was laying on the side so that he could face the girls joking around! - Heather was happy that her guests were having fun and she suggested: "My friends! I think we should all take our turns tickling him, what do you think?"
One of the ladies stood up "What if we play a fun dice game? We are 6 women that´s perfect. Two dices - the first one decides who goes out at Hardy´s feet, the second one decides about how many minutes he gets tickled." Another woman added: Yes multiplicated with TWO, because throwing a 1 would be boring and now a "six" will make him sing like a bird!" They all started laughing and you could hear "What a great idea!" from them while they were drinking more of their champaign and Heather added: "I love you girls! What if we add a third dice - if it shows 1 or 2 we will tickle him with a hairbrush , with 3 or 4 he gets tickled with THIS thing" and she held up a pursonic flosser "and if it shows 5 or 6 we will use our nails" and she wiggled her own ones in the air again which made Hardy shudder and closing his eyes for a bit.
Heather left the room for a moment and soon was back with a small Leather Cup and three dices. One was Blue, one red and the last one was green. "Round one!" she announced and she smashed the cup onto the table, lifted it and all the ladies could be heared with "Uhhhhh!!!" - Heather laughed and announced: It´s you!" and she pointed at the Goth lady! "It´s 8 minutes with your nails for poor Hardy haha! The Goth lady, stood up. She was dressed in a black blouse, a black leather skirt, dark nylon-hose and heavy boots. Around her neck she was wearing a collar. She was the one who had these incredible stiletto nails designed with the skulls and the spiderwebs. She waved at Hardy with a teasing smile and made a short dancing move in direction to the door that Hardy knew she would exit soon to find her way to that stool before his feet that were awaiting their next round of sweet tickle-torture.
The other ladies cheered. Hardy could hear them: Hey darling, have fun! Don´t kill him we also want our turns! hahahaha! Heather smiled at her and held the door open. Suddenly she said: "Oh wait - would you please caress my palm with your nails for a moment?" The goth halted and caressed Heather´s palm with these nails for approximately 5 seconds. Heather shuddered, looked at the girls and laughed: "OMG these nails feel ELECTRIC! They gave me goosebumps from only some seconds on my palms - imagine them on your feet for EIGHT Minutes!" Then to Hardy: Well YOU don´t have to imagine it hahah!" They all laughed, the goth gave her a high5 and went out! Hardy desperately looked at Heather and pleaded: "Heather! Please don´t let her go at my feet. I won´t be able to handle her claws! They look SO EVIL!" Heather laughed and stuck her tongue out at him: "Aww I fear it´s too late for that - she is gone! But she won´t be ALL too far away! Let the game begin!"
When the door shut Hardy started to breathe faster. The goth lady found her way to Hardy´s feet quickly and took a seat in the chair, smiling into the camera and tapping her nails on the little table. The ladies inside started to giggle and teasing Hardy "Aww isn´t it sooo terrible that your feet are not here with us? No worries, she will take GOOD care of them!" The lady who had "Laugh Love" drawn on her toes added: "Damn I could NEVER handle this! I´m so glad that you are laying there and not me! But oh wait. My feet could rest on your chest while you feel yours getting tickled. Isn´t that SO sweet of me?" She removed her shoes and rested her beautiful feet on Hardy´s chest. His desire to touch these feet was big and he for more than one reason wished he could get his hands on them, but they were trapped and so these beautiful feet were so close but yet so far away!
In the meantime the goth had found a small bottle of babyoil on the table and softly rubbed some of it into Hardy´s feet. When she reached in between his toes Hardy let out little shrieks of giggles. This already tickled so bad and he knew it soon would become so much worse. Then he felt them, these incredible pointy stiletto nails. He tried to somehow curl his toes but couldn´t! The toeties held him in place with no mercy. The claws scribbled all over his feet as if they were performing Lord of the dance! Hardy laughed it all out as if there was no tomorrow. The girls were giggling and cheering with their cocktails and enjoying his predicament that he absolutely couldn´t handle. He shrieked: GIHIHIHIIIIIRRLSS!!! MAKE HER STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! But he only earned laughter and the girls inside wiggled her fingers in the air teasingly mocking him a little: "Aww Hardy - this is such a funny girls night. You actually sound like a little girl!" "Ladies - do you remember how a woodlouse rolls herself together? I bet Hardy wishes his feet could do THAT hahahaha!" And they stuck out their tongues at him and were making funny faces at him.
It felt like an eternity but eventually the time was up and the tickling stopped! The monitor went black again and the goth came back into the cabin. Heather was holding a cocktail for her. But she went to Hardy first and gave him a short kiss on his forehead, smiled at him and said: "Thanks for being such a good sport, honey. I think I´ll let you worship my feet later, you really earned that." Heather heared that and said: "Hardy, don´t I have the best friends ever? You should really give us all some footworship for being so nice to you, right girls? We all should be barefoot as our Hardy is too!" The girls laughed and happily got out of their shoes and showed her well honed and nicely pedicured feet. Hardy was in Heaven and Hell sametime!
Several rounds of the dicegame were played and after everyone had a turn at Hardy´s feet and making him feel the brush, the evil pursonic and of course their incredible nails they decided to give him a small break. His head was quite red and he needed a little while to slow down his fast breathing.
After they gave him something to drink with a straw - and he really needed that - two of the ladies were discussing who of them made him laugh more during the dicegame. A tall blonde dressed in a business outfit smiled at the goth lady who was sitting across her and said: "Hey would you agree that our poor tickletoy was really close to faint when I drove him wild with the pursonic?" The goth replied: Oh you really got him well but I think my nails were worse for him hahaha!" - Heather heared them and suggested: Hey you two, why don´t you get at his feet both together and we find out who of you can make him laugh harder? (Then at Hardy): I think that´s a wonderful idea, do you agree?" The ladies in unisono cheered: "Oh that is a GREAT idea" while Hardy desperately murmured: No! That idea is BAD!" The ladies again laughed and egged the two on who were heading to the cabin door: "Don´t forget under his toes, his laughter becomes so high-pitched from this!" Another one said: "Oh I have seen how he was screaming in laughter from the tops of his feet getting some uhhhm ATTENTION" and she wiggled her fingers in the air while she was giggling. Another one stood up and went were Hardy´s hands were sticking out of the wrist stocks. She made a merciful looking face and offered: Aww poor Hardy! Are the girls mean to you? I can hold your hand for a bit if it helps you." The other ladies laughed out: "Aww soooo soothing, isn´t she sweet? hahaha! Hardy you really should thank her for being soooo nice to you!"
In the meantime the 2 ladies had found their way to his feet again and started playing "Paper, scissor, stone". Heather asked them why they were doing it and they replied: "Oh we are just playing out who of us tickles him first!" The business woman chose paper while the goth lady formed a scissor with her fingers and won the round with "scissor cuts paper". Hardy gasped: OMG not her nails again. They have almost killed me before!" And then he felt them again. This time the goth lady didn´t build up but directly went to town on his poor feet with both hands. Hardy shrieked out a tune that would have made any neighbours call the police. A flow of loud laughter came out of his mouth. He tried to curse something in German and the other ladies looked at each other laughing and wondering what he might have said, one of them shouted: "I´m sure he is calling his mommy, hahaha!" Then at him: "Mommy won´t help you hahaha!" After what felt like an eternity but was only 3 minutes the tickling stopped and the ladies inside the cabin applauded how fast the goth was able to make him beg and plead for mercy. But the game wasn´t over. Now it was the turn of the business woman who grabbed the pursonic from the table and turned it on. Just the Buzzing sound of it drove Hardy nuts and nothing he could do but watch this tool of doom on the monitor coming closer and closer towards his feet. The padlock of the wriststocks rattled when the pursonic flosser touched his toes and it didn´t take 3 seconds and he was a laughing mess again. The ladies inside shouted: Looks like the nails are worse for him but maybe you can equal his screams holding the pursonic right under his toes!" The thousands of vibrations under his toes made him want to climb the walls but there was nowhere to go! "Make her Stohohohohooooooop! PLEAHAHAHAHASSSE!" he screamed! "I do ANYTHING!" "Awwwww WE aren´t doing anything in here right now but we have everything we want right NOW hahaha!" the ladies shouted back at him. After another 3 minutes of delicate torture the business woman turned off the pursonic and Hardy sank onto the gurney again still gasping. The ladies asked him: So! What was worse - the nails or the pursonic? - He was still almost too weak to speak and stammered: The na... na.. nails were from HELL! Such talons always were my kryptonite! But this pursonic OMG is also evil!" - "So you admit that with my nails I win?" the goth lady asked with a victory-smile raising her fist into th air. Hardy was still gasping and only could say: "Hey you ask someone about victory who is in a situation where you can´t win, only try to play..." - "or to get played with!" Heather added and her guests laughed again. "I think we have a winner!" and she pointed at the goth lady. "And your price is being the first to getting your feet worshipped by our sweet tickle toy here!"
The goth approached Hardy and took a stool to sit on by his side. She got her feet out of her heavy black boots, pulled off her nylons and put her beautiful naked feet on the pillow where his head was resting and teasingly tipped his nose with her bigtoe: "Now Boy, you better be careful worshipping my feet! They are very ticklish!" Hardy knew that if he even accidently tickled her the ladies would have another reason to punish him with more tickling. He gave her a decent kiss on her left big toe as a start and then softly licked down her sole and let his tongue glided the way up again. The Goth lady sighed softly and smiled to the other ladies: "Girls that really feels nice. I didn´t imagine he was so good at it! I´m sure you all will enjoy your tur...uiiiiiihihihii! HARDY! OMG Your tongue twirling between my toes tickles SO MUCH! I didn´t expect you to dare to tongue-tickle my toes!" The other girls saw it and immediately sugggested: "We should send one of us out at his feet and if his worship tickles we punish him for that!" A woman who looked a bit nerdy and wearing glasses raised her hand: "Can I volunteer to sit at his feet while he worships you girls?" - The other woman in unisono: "Sure! We were so nice to him offering our feet and now you can be nice to US making sure he doesn´t get too greedy, hahaha!" With a smile she went out and soon was to be seen on the monitor sitting in the control-chair at Hardy´s still perfectly trapped feet. He became so much more careful because he feared the tickling to resume that the goth teasingly encouraged him: "Hey come on now give me some more, you started it so nicely- I can also ask her to tickle you if you don´t make me melt a bit more here hahaha" and then: "Oh I have an idea! Tickle his feet a bit WHILE he worships me! This REALLY should motivate him hahaha!" - the woman at his feet immediately started to gently tickle Hardy´s feet with her fingertips. He REALLY tried to continue the worshipping but it was almost impossible to focus. The goth giggled: "Girls! His tongue feels so funny while he is laughing into my toes hahaha!" One by one the ladies took their turns putting their feet onto the pillow and making Hardy worship their feet. Some of them pretended that he was tickling them just to give the girl at his feet a reason to tickle him more. Time seemed to be standing still for him but for the ladies it felt like it was flying and eventually they decided that it was time to end the party and to get home.
They gave each other hugs and friendly kisses. All again approached Hardy and either kissed his forehead or patted his cheek gently telling him that he definitely made their day. Hardy was completely exhausted but he also thanked them for making his ultimate fantasy to come true.
Heather was happy. She had organized a girlsnight that was better than she ever could have dreamed of. She hugged her guests a last time and thanked them for being there and they all left the room. It went silent. Hardy was laying there and almost wasn´t able to think if he was really awake or if this all had been just a dream!
A few minutes later Heather came back. She was smiling happily. "Hardy you made 6 women happy in one night! You can be proud of yourself haha! Hardy smiled back at her with a sheepish smile. "You have evil friends, you know that, do you?" - Heather laughed: "You think you can curse them now that they can´t hear you anymore? Actually they asked me to tickle you for another 10 minutes if you dare to do so - your fault!" And she headed out the door again. On the monitor Hardy could see her soon in the chair again. "Heather, please! You don´t have to do it! Noone is here anymore!" - And Heather giggled: True - NOBODY will hear you - not even me hahaha." With that she shut down the monitor and turned off the speakers. For a moment there was silence, then he felt them again, Heather´s nails. She went to town on him for a last time, at first using her fingertips, then her nails, then she decided to nibble on his toes. Then using her nails again. It was all just her and Hardy´s feet and nothing else! Hardy was all by himself laughing his lungs out. The nibbling made him shriek, the nails even brought him into silent laughter. Time was standing still for him and what was only 10 minutes felt like it would never end... - Eventually the tickling stopped and Hardy was completely out of breathe and totally exhausted.
A few minutes later Heather came in again while Hardy was still gasping. She approached him and gave him a long kiss on his forehead, then she removed her necklace with the golden key and opened the stocks for his wrists and feet and untied him. He still felt a bit dizzy but was able to sit up. - Heather went to the bar and grabbed two drinks for them, came back and handed him the glass. "I LOVED it, Hardy! I seriously did! You were the perfect volunteer for my "Cabin of hysterical happiness"
Hardy smiled at her: Oh Heather, this is definitely a night that I won´t ever forget again.
-The end-
