Just seen in my first post of this introduction I only posted part of it. The second part is coming and the tickling starts there. Hopefully this intro can just whet people's appetites for it.
"International music artist found GUILTY of copyright infringement" read the headline. Katy Perry slumped in her seat as the verdict was read out in court. She had the temerity to feel cheated after she had paid a measly sum to Lily, the teenage girl that had worked tirelessly to compose a trio of songs that she hoped would propel her to stardom, in return for the girl's silence. Having been more or less coerced into accepting the money, the girl eventually plucked up the courage to publicise Miss Perry's actions.
The public was baying for blood, as was the music industry - which put Judge Campbell under extreme pressure leading up to the sentencing. However, one afternoon Mr Campbell's secretary knocked on the door, "Mr Campbell, I have 4 people here to see you, they don't have an appointment but I think you'll want to hear what they have to say".
"Okay Cheryl, let them in," replied the judge. He did a double take as first through the door was Rihanna, followed by 3 men in fine tailored suits. As the conversation progressed, it transpired that the 3 men accompanying Rihanna were from Katy Perry's record label. Rihanna, horrified by her friend's actions, had approached them with some intimate information about Katy and together they had formed a devious, ingenious plan for Miss Perry's punishment.
"You see Mr Campbell, our company is keen to use this embarrassing situation as an opportunity to regain some of the consumers' trust. Our idea for Katy's punishment will prove most uncomfortable for her whilst also demonstrating the kind of creativity that will restore the public's faith in the music industry," one of the suits asserted. "Rihanna came to us with some insightful personal information about Miss Perry. Apparently she has extraordinarily ticklish feet."
Mr Campbell shifted in his seat as this revelation piqued his interest.
"Our idea is that Miss Perry's feet should be tickled in 3 sessions, in the theme of the 3 songs she shamelessly stole. Her punishment could be broadcast on our music channel, which would help to generate greatly needed publicity for us after Katy's damaging actions."
"I love it, this sort of creativity is exactly what is needed here!" Mr Campbell enthused.
"And that's not all," continued the record label exec. One of our employees is good friends with a biologist specialising in nerve receptors. He has assured us he can provide a serum that will amplify the receptors in Miss Perry's already highly sensitive feet which, coupled with a thorough pedicure, should make her feet at least 20 times more ticklish."
"She'll be screaming like a banshee at the slightest touch to her ticklish soles," added Rihanna, who had been silent up to that point but sported a smug grin throughout.
Mr Campbell cancelled his other appointments for that afternoon as they set about planning the finer details of Katy Perry's excruciating and humiliating public punishment.
Katy Perry arrived at court for the sentencing with more than a hint of trepidation. Sporting a sharp black suit - an outfit she hoped would lend her a more dignified presence - she was somewhat unnerved by the sight of 3 of the executives from her record label, along with her former best friend Rihanna, continually glancing at her feet and grinning maliciously. She immediately regretted wearing the flimsy, strappy sandals that fabulously showcased her pristinely pedicured feet. Traipsing into the court she overheard a small section of the world's media (camped at the back of the room like a flock of vultures) speculating about a supposed innovative and unusual punishment that had been lined up for her. The alarm bells really started to ring in her head as the female clerk of the court looked at her with unprecedented sympathy as she entered. Katy wiggled her teal-polished toes as the judge entered the courtroom. She had to stifle a giggle as she crossed her right leg over her left; the bottom of her left trouser leg just gently brushed the sensitive instep of her right foot. She cursed her feet for being so ticklish. Privately, whereas the public would rave about her figure and the size of her chest, the body part in which she had the most pride were her feet. Much effort went into maintaining them, from regular pedicures (administered personally as he was far too ticklish to visit a pedicurist) to nightly moisturising. The unfortunate downside of maintaining such soft and exquisite feet were their extreme sensitivity.
"Katy Perry you have been found guilty of 3 counts of copyright", began the judge. Katy's attention quickly turned from her feet back to her impending sentencing. "You knowingly and shamelessly stole 3 songs from Miss Lily Agdestein, which propelled you to ill-deserved stardom. As punishment for such low and devious actions, I hereby sentence you to 4 weeks' imprisonment. You will also pay fines to the sum of $2,534,760.00."
"This is an outrage," a man in the public galleries piped up. Murmurs of discontent spread around the courtroom as Katy flashed a smug grin at the 3 executives who had been gazing at her feet as she walked in. Despite her confident exterior, however, privately Miss Perry was overwhelmed with relief at such a lenient sentence. Not only were the fines measly when compared to her vast - yet ill-deserved - fortune, the prison sentence was not sufficiently humiliating such that she could not attempt to rebuild her public image and launch another career. One thing that did concern her was the contented and knowing expression returned by each of the executives. As her mind immediately began to ponder this bizarre reaction to her being given such a lenient sentence, the judge resumed speaking. "Order! Would someone please remove that man from the court? If I may continue with the sentencing..."
Gasps echoed around the room as Katy's heart skipped several beats. Her mind was awash with the memory of the 3 executives glancing at her feet earlier, as well as the sympathetic look on the face of the clerk of the court and the confident expressions she had just observed from the executives. She gulped and one again wiggled those lollipop-esque teal toes as the judge continued.
"Tomorrow you will be taken to a special chamber of the prison where you will receive an innovative and extremely thorough new pedicure, plus an injection to heighten the sensitivity of the nerve receptors in your feet." Katy's succulent toes practically curled over double at receiving this horrible news. "On the first 3 Saturdays of your prison term, you will be transported to a studio chosen by the record label that you have so unequivocally embarrassed, where your bare feet will be tickled in each of the themes of the 3 songs that you stole, for an hour each time. The tickling of your feet will be broadcast live around the world in high definition and 3D, and captured by multiple cameras and angles so that hundreds of millions of people may observe justice being done. On the 4th and final Saturday one lucky winner of a competition we will be holding over the next month will be invited to the prison to tickle your feet for 3 hours in any manner of their choosing. A small audience comprising a number of your disgruntled fans will be invited to spectate this 3 hour tickling. All the costs incurred facilitating the tickling of your feet, as well as the substantial cost of tomorrow's pedicure and nerve treatment, will be covered by the vast fortune you so dishonestly accrued.
Katy had collapsed further and further into her seat as the full extent of the horrifying ordeals she was to face were read out. Her toes had curled so much in her high-heeled sandals that both her feet looked as though they were impersonating the Arc de Triomphe - a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the guard standing behind her, who now gazed lustily at the tender, pale, wrinkled insteps. "I could drive a tractor under those arches," he thought to himself as he longed to rasp his tongue along Miss Perry's silken soles.
"May your anguished screams and deafening laughter as your defenseless bare feet are mercilessly teased and tormented act as a warning to anyone who thinks they can get away with acting in such a remorseless and conceited ways as you have," concluded Judge Campbell.
Katy Perry could barely stand as she was led away by the guards to be transported to prison. The titanic contrast in emotions over the last 5 minutes had knocked her for six. Having thought she had got off fairly lightly, she was now facing the prospect of paying to receive the worst punishment she could possibly imagine. She glanced at Rihanna, who she now saw was standing with Lily and the 3 executives. Rihanna made a tickling gesture with her sharp fingernails and smiled with an air of self-righteousness that infuriated Katy. She knew Rihanna had betrayed her to the judge as no one else knew the secret of her ticklish feet. As the anger, laced with apprehension and trepidation, rose within her she was made to stop outside the courtroom by the guards at the request of the media. She pondered how her stock had fallen as photographers flashed their cameras in front of her. She noticed something unusual however as the photographers all seemed to be kneeling (they normally did the exact opposite, holding their cameras aloft so as to capture a good view of her cleavage). Looking down, she watched in horror as they were leaning in to photograph her feet. Feeling suddenly self-conscious Katy curled her toes in what was becoming a reflexive action. As the teal polish of her perfect toenails retreated under the satin-soft balls of her feet, the cameras flashed enthusiastically to grab this "money shot" as one of them put it. "Can we get one of her soles?" one photographer asked the guards. "Sure," they replied in unison. The sense of humiliation rising within her with each second, Katy was made to remove her sandals and kneel facing the wall, with her hands on her head in a symbolic pose of surrender, as the photographers took it in turns to lean in and photograph what they all seemed to agree was the most unblemished and delicious-looking pair of soles they had ever seen. "She doesn't need that pedicure!" someone shouted.
"Boy do those feet look ticklish, now I understand the punishment," said another, making Katy's toes once again curl, wrinkling her soles in the process, as they were reminded of the ordeal that awaited them.
After several minutes, Katy was made to stand up and put her shoes back on, before being led out in handcuffs and, in a creative touch, ankle cuffs to the truck waiting to transport her. "We'll see you on Saturday" and "enjoy your pedicure" were the last words she heard in the outside world before the doors of the truck were locked.
(to be continued - starting with a thorough pedicure)
"International music artist found GUILTY of copyright infringement" read the headline. Katy Perry slumped in her seat as the verdict was read out in court. She had the temerity to feel cheated after she had paid a measly sum to Lily, the teenage girl that had worked tirelessly to compose a trio of songs that she hoped would propel her to stardom, in return for the girl's silence. Having been more or less coerced into accepting the money, the girl eventually plucked up the courage to publicise Miss Perry's actions.
The public was baying for blood, as was the music industry - which put Judge Campbell under extreme pressure leading up to the sentencing. However, one afternoon Mr Campbell's secretary knocked on the door, "Mr Campbell, I have 4 people here to see you, they don't have an appointment but I think you'll want to hear what they have to say".
"Okay Cheryl, let them in," replied the judge. He did a double take as first through the door was Rihanna, followed by 3 men in fine tailored suits. As the conversation progressed, it transpired that the 3 men accompanying Rihanna were from Katy Perry's record label. Rihanna, horrified by her friend's actions, had approached them with some intimate information about Katy and together they had formed a devious, ingenious plan for Miss Perry's punishment.
"You see Mr Campbell, our company is keen to use this embarrassing situation as an opportunity to regain some of the consumers' trust. Our idea for Katy's punishment will prove most uncomfortable for her whilst also demonstrating the kind of creativity that will restore the public's faith in the music industry," one of the suits asserted. "Rihanna came to us with some insightful personal information about Miss Perry. Apparently she has extraordinarily ticklish feet."
Mr Campbell shifted in his seat as this revelation piqued his interest.
"Our idea is that Miss Perry's feet should be tickled in 3 sessions, in the theme of the 3 songs she shamelessly stole. Her punishment could be broadcast on our music channel, which would help to generate greatly needed publicity for us after Katy's damaging actions."
"I love it, this sort of creativity is exactly what is needed here!" Mr Campbell enthused.
"And that's not all," continued the record label exec. One of our employees is good friends with a biologist specialising in nerve receptors. He has assured us he can provide a serum that will amplify the receptors in Miss Perry's already highly sensitive feet which, coupled with a thorough pedicure, should make her feet at least 20 times more ticklish."
"She'll be screaming like a banshee at the slightest touch to her ticklish soles," added Rihanna, who had been silent up to that point but sported a smug grin throughout.
Mr Campbell cancelled his other appointments for that afternoon as they set about planning the finer details of Katy Perry's excruciating and humiliating public punishment.
Katy Perry arrived at court for the sentencing with more than a hint of trepidation. Sporting a sharp black suit - an outfit she hoped would lend her a more dignified presence - she was somewhat unnerved by the sight of 3 of the executives from her record label, along with her former best friend Rihanna, continually glancing at her feet and grinning maliciously. She immediately regretted wearing the flimsy, strappy sandals that fabulously showcased her pristinely pedicured feet. Traipsing into the court she overheard a small section of the world's media (camped at the back of the room like a flock of vultures) speculating about a supposed innovative and unusual punishment that had been lined up for her. The alarm bells really started to ring in her head as the female clerk of the court looked at her with unprecedented sympathy as she entered. Katy wiggled her teal-polished toes as the judge entered the courtroom. She had to stifle a giggle as she crossed her right leg over her left; the bottom of her left trouser leg just gently brushed the sensitive instep of her right foot. She cursed her feet for being so ticklish. Privately, whereas the public would rave about her figure and the size of her chest, the body part in which she had the most pride were her feet. Much effort went into maintaining them, from regular pedicures (administered personally as he was far too ticklish to visit a pedicurist) to nightly moisturising. The unfortunate downside of maintaining such soft and exquisite feet were their extreme sensitivity.
"Katy Perry you have been found guilty of 3 counts of copyright", began the judge. Katy's attention quickly turned from her feet back to her impending sentencing. "You knowingly and shamelessly stole 3 songs from Miss Lily Agdestein, which propelled you to ill-deserved stardom. As punishment for such low and devious actions, I hereby sentence you to 4 weeks' imprisonment. You will also pay fines to the sum of $2,534,760.00."
"This is an outrage," a man in the public galleries piped up. Murmurs of discontent spread around the courtroom as Katy flashed a smug grin at the 3 executives who had been gazing at her feet as she walked in. Despite her confident exterior, however, privately Miss Perry was overwhelmed with relief at such a lenient sentence. Not only were the fines measly when compared to her vast - yet ill-deserved - fortune, the prison sentence was not sufficiently humiliating such that she could not attempt to rebuild her public image and launch another career. One thing that did concern her was the contented and knowing expression returned by each of the executives. As her mind immediately began to ponder this bizarre reaction to her being given such a lenient sentence, the judge resumed speaking. "Order! Would someone please remove that man from the court? If I may continue with the sentencing..."
Gasps echoed around the room as Katy's heart skipped several beats. Her mind was awash with the memory of the 3 executives glancing at her feet earlier, as well as the sympathetic look on the face of the clerk of the court and the confident expressions she had just observed from the executives. She gulped and one again wiggled those lollipop-esque teal toes as the judge continued.
"Tomorrow you will be taken to a special chamber of the prison where you will receive an innovative and extremely thorough new pedicure, plus an injection to heighten the sensitivity of the nerve receptors in your feet." Katy's succulent toes practically curled over double at receiving this horrible news. "On the first 3 Saturdays of your prison term, you will be transported to a studio chosen by the record label that you have so unequivocally embarrassed, where your bare feet will be tickled in each of the themes of the 3 songs that you stole, for an hour each time. The tickling of your feet will be broadcast live around the world in high definition and 3D, and captured by multiple cameras and angles so that hundreds of millions of people may observe justice being done. On the 4th and final Saturday one lucky winner of a competition we will be holding over the next month will be invited to the prison to tickle your feet for 3 hours in any manner of their choosing. A small audience comprising a number of your disgruntled fans will be invited to spectate this 3 hour tickling. All the costs incurred facilitating the tickling of your feet, as well as the substantial cost of tomorrow's pedicure and nerve treatment, will be covered by the vast fortune you so dishonestly accrued.
Katy had collapsed further and further into her seat as the full extent of the horrifying ordeals she was to face were read out. Her toes had curled so much in her high-heeled sandals that both her feet looked as though they were impersonating the Arc de Triomphe - a fact that didn't go unnoticed by the guard standing behind her, who now gazed lustily at the tender, pale, wrinkled insteps. "I could drive a tractor under those arches," he thought to himself as he longed to rasp his tongue along Miss Perry's silken soles.
"May your anguished screams and deafening laughter as your defenseless bare feet are mercilessly teased and tormented act as a warning to anyone who thinks they can get away with acting in such a remorseless and conceited ways as you have," concluded Judge Campbell.
Katy Perry could barely stand as she was led away by the guards to be transported to prison. The titanic contrast in emotions over the last 5 minutes had knocked her for six. Having thought she had got off fairly lightly, she was now facing the prospect of paying to receive the worst punishment she could possibly imagine. She glanced at Rihanna, who she now saw was standing with Lily and the 3 executives. Rihanna made a tickling gesture with her sharp fingernails and smiled with an air of self-righteousness that infuriated Katy. She knew Rihanna had betrayed her to the judge as no one else knew the secret of her ticklish feet. As the anger, laced with apprehension and trepidation, rose within her she was made to stop outside the courtroom by the guards at the request of the media. She pondered how her stock had fallen as photographers flashed their cameras in front of her. She noticed something unusual however as the photographers all seemed to be kneeling (they normally did the exact opposite, holding their cameras aloft so as to capture a good view of her cleavage). Looking down, she watched in horror as they were leaning in to photograph her feet. Feeling suddenly self-conscious Katy curled her toes in what was becoming a reflexive action. As the teal polish of her perfect toenails retreated under the satin-soft balls of her feet, the cameras flashed enthusiastically to grab this "money shot" as one of them put it. "Can we get one of her soles?" one photographer asked the guards. "Sure," they replied in unison. The sense of humiliation rising within her with each second, Katy was made to remove her sandals and kneel facing the wall, with her hands on her head in a symbolic pose of surrender, as the photographers took it in turns to lean in and photograph what they all seemed to agree was the most unblemished and delicious-looking pair of soles they had ever seen. "She doesn't need that pedicure!" someone shouted.
"Boy do those feet look ticklish, now I understand the punishment," said another, making Katy's toes once again curl, wrinkling her soles in the process, as they were reminded of the ordeal that awaited them.
After several minutes, Katy was made to stand up and put her shoes back on, before being led out in handcuffs and, in a creative touch, ankle cuffs to the truck waiting to transport her. "We'll see you on Saturday" and "enjoy your pedicure" were the last words she heard in the outside world before the doors of the truck were locked.
(to be continued - starting with a thorough pedicure)
