Ariel looked at the screen below her and saw movement. And then she felt it.
A warm, soapy wash cloth was cleaning the dirt from her soles and toes. At first it felt good, but then she felt the cloth being pushed between her toes and felt it scrubbing there. Her toes were very sensitive, and just this little cleaning tickled her. She fought the sensations, and waited for the tickle to pass, but the cloth just moved to the next space between her ticklish toes.
Oh my God, not my toes, please no!
Ariel let out a screech, imploring Roger to leave her toes alone. “Nnobt by todz!”, she croaked through the gag, before she began to laugh from the way Roger was cleaning her toe cleavage.
Roger was watching Ariel’s distraught expressions on the small screen set up beside him. He took a second to decipher her passionate entreaty.
“Oh, not your toes,” Roger repeated back to Ariel, who nodded. She looked relieved when Roger dropped the cloth back on the cart, only to become concerned as he searched for something else from it to tickle her with.
“Sorry Ariel,” he offered, keeping the electric toothbrush hidden from her as he half-turned on the stool to talk to her. “You see, I do have to get the dirt off your feet somehow, because I do want to taste your pretty feet and toes,” he explained to her obvious dismay. “And now that I know that you have a weak spot,” he added with excitement, “I am going to have to tickle each of your cute little toes, and the little spaces between them.”
Ariel’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She swallowed and watched the screen anxiously, waiting for whatever was coming for her helpless toes. She heard something buzzing, and then a blur of colour on the screen caught her attention before the swirling bristles of the rotary toothbrush head contacted her heel.
Ariel began to squirm against her bonds, a gentle laugh escaping her as the toothbrush tickled her foot. Roger ran the tip of the head up her sole, lingering to tickle her arch to see how she reacted. On the screen, Ariel’s face twitched, her eyebrows jumped, and eyes went wide, while in front of him, her bare sole tried to escape the spinning bristles. Ariel’s laughter went up an octave, letting Roger know that her arches were quite sensitive, and so he ran the brush around in her smooth, taut arch, enjoying the squeals she made as he did so.
“I love how ticklish you are, Ariel,” he commented, moving to pump a little hand soap on the toothbrush before beginning to attack the slim ball of her foot. This he found was also quite ticklish, but not as bad as the arch or the toes. He made sure to scrub this area quite well, before warning Ariel what was to come next. “And now the toes!”, he cried with a flourish and began tickling the soft white skin beneath her tied toes.
The moment she felt the tickly head spinning on the soapy flesh near her toes, Ariel shrieked with laughter and jerked violently against the straps holding her prisoner. She tried curling her toes, but they were restrained tightly, and she was helpless to prevent the tickling head from moving between each of her toes. She blinked, thrashed, and howled from the tickling that was pure torture for her, but which was intoxicating for Roger. He loved how she went ballistic from this teasing and made a point of running the brush head across each sensitive toe pad on her foot, before wiping it all clean with a towel.
“There, first one’s done, now the other,” he chirped, and the buzzing head once again went to work on Ariel’s other imprisoned foot. Roger followed the same general pattern with this foot, tickle-scrubbing the sole and toes while listening to Ariel’s riotous laughter. It only took a few minutes to clean up both feet, and then he put away the brush and gave Ariel a few moments to catch her breath.
Those moments were short-lived, however. Ariel watched fearfully as Roger’s head descended towards her upturned soles, blocking out the camera view as she felt the first soft probing of his tongue between her toes. Ariel’s shrieking laughter rang out once again, climbing and falling depending on what he was doing with his teeth and tongue. Biting her toes while licking the soft skin between them drove Ariel insane and forced a constant stream of laughter from her. She’d never been tickled this bad in all her life, and she found it absolutely hellish. What Roger was doing to her toes with his warm, slippery tongue tickled so much, she would have promised anything to him in order to make him stop.
After a few more minutes, Roger licked his way down both of Ariel’s soles, kissing, licking, and nibbling to his heart’s content. Ariel’s feet were so sensitized now that virtually any touch anywhere on her soles resulted in desperate screams of laughter and loud pleas for mercy. She was so loud that a small crowd had gathered around to watch her being tickled half to death. A pair of college-age girls giggled at her plight and discussed how ticklish she must be to react so strongly to a bit of toe sucking. Ariel was beyond caring about the crowd’s thoughts about her and her feet; she just needed it to stop.
It didn’t stop, but it did change. Roger decided to spray some oil onto Ariel’s soles and try out a metal backscratcher. Ariel watched the torturous implement descend towards her poor soles as if in slow motion. It was cold when it touched her feet, and feeling the hard, metal claws slowly scraped down to her heels tickled much differently than Roger’s tongue but still tickled a lot. She laughed and pulled at her ankle bonds, frantically trying to evade the metal tickles, but Roger kept the crazy scratcher moving slowly, up and down the length of her feet. Ariel shut her eyes, shook her head, screamed into the gag – she tried anything she could to drown out the sensations of the metal claws torturing her incredibly ticklish feet. Nothing worked.
Ariel shrieked loudly as Roger scraped back and forth across her sensitive arches. She found this nearly unbearable, and went back to begging him to stop, even though she knew he had no idea what she was screaming.
Through tears, Ariel could see the little clock on her screen counting down. Knowing just exactly how much longer she had to endure this tickling torture made the experience even worse, as she noted that she still had another 6 minutes remaining before he would stop.
She couldn’t handle another minute, let alone six! Ariel felt tears at the corner of her eyes.
Oh my God, I can’t take this torture!
Yet Ariel’s soles continued to suffer. When the clock reached 4 minutes, Roger decided to mix things up, continuing to use the metal claw on her left foot, and going back to the electric toothbrush for her right. Slow tickles with the claw, and fast tickles with the brush had Ariel going crazy, and by this point all she could do was laugh hysterically and pray for the end. For the final minute remaining, he added his tongue between her toes, to make the last 60 seconds of his session as torturous as they could possibly be.
Ariel was shocked to realize she was still conscious when the chime ending her torture finally sounded. She thought for sure that she would pass out from the intensity of the tickling that Roger subjected her to. When he thanked her for the experience and complimented her again on how pretty and ticklish her feet were, she tried to give him her fiercest glare, though she must have looked amusing to him because he just chuckled and walked off to find his friends.
A warm, soapy wash cloth was cleaning the dirt from her soles and toes. At first it felt good, but then she felt the cloth being pushed between her toes and felt it scrubbing there. Her toes were very sensitive, and just this little cleaning tickled her. She fought the sensations, and waited for the tickle to pass, but the cloth just moved to the next space between her ticklish toes.
Oh my God, not my toes, please no!
Ariel let out a screech, imploring Roger to leave her toes alone. “Nnobt by todz!”, she croaked through the gag, before she began to laugh from the way Roger was cleaning her toe cleavage.
Roger was watching Ariel’s distraught expressions on the small screen set up beside him. He took a second to decipher her passionate entreaty.
“Oh, not your toes,” Roger repeated back to Ariel, who nodded. She looked relieved when Roger dropped the cloth back on the cart, only to become concerned as he searched for something else from it to tickle her with.
“Sorry Ariel,” he offered, keeping the electric toothbrush hidden from her as he half-turned on the stool to talk to her. “You see, I do have to get the dirt off your feet somehow, because I do want to taste your pretty feet and toes,” he explained to her obvious dismay. “And now that I know that you have a weak spot,” he added with excitement, “I am going to have to tickle each of your cute little toes, and the little spaces between them.”
Ariel’s heart skipped a beat when she heard that. She swallowed and watched the screen anxiously, waiting for whatever was coming for her helpless toes. She heard something buzzing, and then a blur of colour on the screen caught her attention before the swirling bristles of the rotary toothbrush head contacted her heel.
Ariel began to squirm against her bonds, a gentle laugh escaping her as the toothbrush tickled her foot. Roger ran the tip of the head up her sole, lingering to tickle her arch to see how she reacted. On the screen, Ariel’s face twitched, her eyebrows jumped, and eyes went wide, while in front of him, her bare sole tried to escape the spinning bristles. Ariel’s laughter went up an octave, letting Roger know that her arches were quite sensitive, and so he ran the brush around in her smooth, taut arch, enjoying the squeals she made as he did so.
“I love how ticklish you are, Ariel,” he commented, moving to pump a little hand soap on the toothbrush before beginning to attack the slim ball of her foot. This he found was also quite ticklish, but not as bad as the arch or the toes. He made sure to scrub this area quite well, before warning Ariel what was to come next. “And now the toes!”, he cried with a flourish and began tickling the soft white skin beneath her tied toes.
The moment she felt the tickly head spinning on the soapy flesh near her toes, Ariel shrieked with laughter and jerked violently against the straps holding her prisoner. She tried curling her toes, but they were restrained tightly, and she was helpless to prevent the tickling head from moving between each of her toes. She blinked, thrashed, and howled from the tickling that was pure torture for her, but which was intoxicating for Roger. He loved how she went ballistic from this teasing and made a point of running the brush head across each sensitive toe pad on her foot, before wiping it all clean with a towel.
“There, first one’s done, now the other,” he chirped, and the buzzing head once again went to work on Ariel’s other imprisoned foot. Roger followed the same general pattern with this foot, tickle-scrubbing the sole and toes while listening to Ariel’s riotous laughter. It only took a few minutes to clean up both feet, and then he put away the brush and gave Ariel a few moments to catch her breath.
Those moments were short-lived, however. Ariel watched fearfully as Roger’s head descended towards her upturned soles, blocking out the camera view as she felt the first soft probing of his tongue between her toes. Ariel’s shrieking laughter rang out once again, climbing and falling depending on what he was doing with his teeth and tongue. Biting her toes while licking the soft skin between them drove Ariel insane and forced a constant stream of laughter from her. She’d never been tickled this bad in all her life, and she found it absolutely hellish. What Roger was doing to her toes with his warm, slippery tongue tickled so much, she would have promised anything to him in order to make him stop.
After a few more minutes, Roger licked his way down both of Ariel’s soles, kissing, licking, and nibbling to his heart’s content. Ariel’s feet were so sensitized now that virtually any touch anywhere on her soles resulted in desperate screams of laughter and loud pleas for mercy. She was so loud that a small crowd had gathered around to watch her being tickled half to death. A pair of college-age girls giggled at her plight and discussed how ticklish she must be to react so strongly to a bit of toe sucking. Ariel was beyond caring about the crowd’s thoughts about her and her feet; she just needed it to stop.
It didn’t stop, but it did change. Roger decided to spray some oil onto Ariel’s soles and try out a metal backscratcher. Ariel watched the torturous implement descend towards her poor soles as if in slow motion. It was cold when it touched her feet, and feeling the hard, metal claws slowly scraped down to her heels tickled much differently than Roger’s tongue but still tickled a lot. She laughed and pulled at her ankle bonds, frantically trying to evade the metal tickles, but Roger kept the crazy scratcher moving slowly, up and down the length of her feet. Ariel shut her eyes, shook her head, screamed into the gag – she tried anything she could to drown out the sensations of the metal claws torturing her incredibly ticklish feet. Nothing worked.
Ariel shrieked loudly as Roger scraped back and forth across her sensitive arches. She found this nearly unbearable, and went back to begging him to stop, even though she knew he had no idea what she was screaming.
Through tears, Ariel could see the little clock on her screen counting down. Knowing just exactly how much longer she had to endure this tickling torture made the experience even worse, as she noted that she still had another 6 minutes remaining before he would stop.
She couldn’t handle another minute, let alone six! Ariel felt tears at the corner of her eyes.
Oh my God, I can’t take this torture!
Yet Ariel’s soles continued to suffer. When the clock reached 4 minutes, Roger decided to mix things up, continuing to use the metal claw on her left foot, and going back to the electric toothbrush for her right. Slow tickles with the claw, and fast tickles with the brush had Ariel going crazy, and by this point all she could do was laugh hysterically and pray for the end. For the final minute remaining, he added his tongue between her toes, to make the last 60 seconds of his session as torturous as they could possibly be.
Ariel was shocked to realize she was still conscious when the chime ending her torture finally sounded. She thought for sure that she would pass out from the intensity of the tickling that Roger subjected her to. When he thanked her for the experience and complimented her again on how pretty and ticklish her feet were, she tried to give him her fiercest glare, though she must have looked amusing to him because he just chuckled and walked off to find his friends.
