Ovda
TMF Master
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Tickle Dust
By
Ovda
The last thing Sarah Michelle Gellar remembered was entering her home after a long five mile run. She was so sweaty. Suddenly from behind her a cloth covered her nose and mouth and everything went black.
Sarah woke to find herself in a plain wall room. She tried to get up but discover that she could hardly move an inch. She was in a sleeping bag with only her head and feet sticking out. The sleeping bag was securely strapped in place. Sarah also noticed that she was totally naked inside the bag. The only clothing she had on were her thick cotton socks and sneakers. Her feet were shoulder width apart and placed in a set of padded metal stocks. If Sarah was going to get freed, it was going to be with some help.
“HELP!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!” She hollered at the top of her voice, but it was no good. Sarah ended up falling asleep due to using all of her energy in trying to get freed.
“Hello, Sarah.” Spoke a man’s voice. “Wake up, Sarah.”
The stranger tickled the tip of Sarah’s nose with a slender feather. Her eyes popped open, and she sneezed. The bad thing about it was the sneeze fell back on her face.
She blinked her eyes for a few seconds till her vision became clear.
“W-What’s going on?” she asked; then, she remembered where she was at. “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
“My name is Simon. I’m a huge fan of yours. I’ve watched all of your movies, watch the show religiously, and yes. I even collect the comic books. Now the “Why?” Why I’m doing this to you? Simple. I have a major, major foot/tickle fetish. I absolutely love womens’ feet.”
Sarah was not liking this at all.
Simon pulled out a Rolling Stones issue. It was the issue that has Sarah sitting on the hood of a car. She was barefooted with pink toenails.
“This is one of my favorite pictures of you, Sarah. You have some of the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He looked her straight in the face. “At nights I masturbate to this picture and to the one inside.” Sarah cringed at the thought of Simon spanking his monkey to her. Simon went and sat in front of Sarah’s trapped feet.
“P-Please d-don’t tickle my feet.” She begged. “You have no idea how ticklish my feet are. I’ll go mad. Besides I just finished running five miles in the hot sun. My feet will pretty smelly and sweaty.” She said this in hopes of detouring Simon’s desire to tickle her feet.
“I love a woman with smelly, sweaty feet.” Replied Simon with passion.
Fear took hold of Sarah when she heard this. Her heart began beating harder and harder. She started to have a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Simon grabbed hold of the end of her right shoelace. Slowly he pulled it watching as the knot started to unravel. Next, he did the same to her other shoe. He took a few seconds looking at her shoes with the laces hanging limp on both sides of Sarah’s shoes. He stretched out her shoes and pulled them off one by one. Next, Simon grabbed hold of Sarah’s right sock at the ankle and slowly pulled it till it was drooping over her toes. With one final move the sock came off. Simon did the same to the other sock.
For a few moments Simon simply sat there in total awe of Sarah’s unbelievably gorgeous naked 7.5 size feet. He had seen them on the Internet and in magazines, but nothing could compare to seeing her feet in the fleshy flesh. Her feet were simply beyond words. They look like a master craftsman sculpted them. What made it even more amazing was the sweat of her feet glistened in the light of the room as Sarah wiggled her toes and flexed her feet.
After Simon came out of his stupor, he smashed both socks against his nose and took deep healthy inhales to suck in the entire heady aroma of Sarah Michelle Gellar’s moist socks.
All Sarah could do was crane her head in order to see what Simon was going. When she saw what was going on, a look of disgust come across her face.
Next, Simon started sniffing and licking Sara’s feet. He loved the saltiness of her feet. Sarah’s feet were simply flawless and so buttery soft. Sarah threw her head back in hysterical laughter as she felt Simon’s wet tongue sliding up the soles of her horribly ticklish feet and in between her hyper-ticklish toes. He’d work on one foot for a good long time making sure to get it all nice and wet. Simon would nibble her toes, which would send Sarah screaming and hollering in hysterical laughter. It was far more unbearable than Simon nibbling her soles. As much as Sarah wiggled and floundered her tickled foot about, it was hopeless to get away from Simon’s licking and nibbling.
In a matter of seconds, Sarah had melted into a state of pure hysterical silent laughter. Next, Simon assaulted Sarah’s feet with a barrage of tickle teasing attacks. Sarah was screaming and hollering as she was simply beside herself in pure hysteria. No matter how much she struggled or wiggled her feet it was impossible to get away from the “Tickle Monster” that Simon had become. He was in the zone. Simon finally stopped when Sarah passed out from lack of oxygen.
Sarah woke with a violent jerk to the foul stench of smelling salts.
“I hope you had a nice nap, Sarah.” Said Simon. “Now to get down to serious tickling business.”
“W-What are you going to do to me?” asked a terrified Gellar. “P-Please, n-no more tickling. I-I’ll lose my mind.” Simon thought she looked so cute with that look of sheer helplessness in her eyes.
“You know what’s in here?” he asked showing her a wide mouth metal shaker. All Sarah could do is shake her head.
“I’ll tell you. In here is an invention of mine.” Spoke Simon. “It is a dust that effects only women. The dust heightens the ticklishness of a woman. I call it, “Tickle Dust”.
Before Sarah could say anything, Simon went and sat at her feet and began to sprinkle her right foot with the dust.
Sarah began laughing uncontrollable as she felt her right foot tingling with a freshness of heighten ticklishness. She wiggled and floundered her foot about trying to evade the Tickle Dust. After a number of healthy shakings, Simon started to dust Sarah’s left foot. He simply could not get over just how much fun this was going to be. Simon was getting so aroused and excited that he was getting a major hard on.
Following the dusting of Sarah’s feet, Simon produced a stiff turkey feather. Her lovely green eyes just about popped out of her sockets as she felt the tip of the feather stroke up and down her right foot. Her feet were now so hellishly ticklish that Sarah just melted into a state of indescribable silent screaming laughter. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. All that could be heard from tickled Sarah was when she would take quick inhales of air, but it was getting hard for her to keep up with the laughter gushing out of her burning aching lungs.
Simon would slide the feather in between her toes like he was playing a violin. It was absolute agonizing torture for Sarah all she wanted was for the tickling to stop. After a few minutes to torturing her right foot, Simon grabbed another feather and started tickling Sarah’s other foot. Two thoughts ran across his mind, “How long till she’s tickled to death?” and “How long till she pees herself?”
Simon dropped the feathers and gave her a break. Sarah was totally exhausted. She was whizzing as she struggled to get every ounce of oxygen into her burning lungs. Sarah laughed hysterically as she felt Simon tying her second and third toes back. Sarah tried to move her feet, but with the toes bound her feet were now immobile.
“Now for more dust.” Spoke Simon as he sprinkled an entire can of the dust on each foot. Now Sarah Michelle’s feet had become so insanely ticklish her feet turned into a nice shade of blush pink. Furthermore, Sarah was constantly giggling due to the air currents caressing her gorgeous feet.
Simon got a soft fine tipped artist brush and slowly started dragging across the base of her toes. He traced along the wrinkles of her gorgeous soles. It was torture for her. Simon had a doctor’s bag on the side that had a vast array of tickle tools: feather boas, shaving brushes, baby oil, electric toothbrushes, back scratches, etc. Simon spent seemingly countless hours tickling the hell out of Sarah’s feet.
He decided to show her a little mercy and stopped. Sarah’s mind was spinning from being tickled silly. He wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. He also dried her tears. Sarah’s eyes were red and puffy. Simon went to get a tank of oxygen and placed the mask over her nose and mouth.
“Time for more dust.” Simon said to his beautiful giggling captive. Sarah was giggling so much that she could not say anything all she could do was shake her head in protest.
Simon untied her toes and sprinkled her feet with more dust. Sarah was so tired from laughing that she could barely move her feet to evade the dust. Her toes wiggled as the dust showered her feet.
Simon went and got two small desk fans. He placed them side by side in front of Sarah’s feet. He had about a dozen long slender feathers tied to the grill of each fan. “I’m about to leave for a few hours, but don’t worry I have made plans for you, Sarah.” He told her about the fans. Sarah began laughing even more hysterically at the thought of those feathers licking her helpless feet. Simon switched the fans on and Sarah Michelle Gellar exploded into a shower of screaming hysterically belly aching laughter. She wiggled and flailed her feet in some effort of escaping the feathers, but it was totally hopeless. It was torturous enough with the fast moving air tickling her feet, but the tips of the feathers licking her soles and toes just made it far more unbearable.
Simon left his hysterical beauty for a few hours. Sarah was actually losing her mind. She felt like she was going to pass out, but the oxygen kept her conscious through all of the hours of the merciless tickle torture.
Simon did come back after a few hours. When he returned, he turned off the fans and the feathers collapsed as if the life were taken from them. He went and removed the oxygen mask to see how Sarah was going. She was an absolute tickled mess. She hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head as she giggled non-stopped.
“I’m back, my ticklish beauty.” Spoke Simon as he brushed her hair to the side and kissed her forehead. Simon went and sat at Sarah’s feet. He still could not get over just gorgeous they were and so pink from the Tickle Dust. Simon placed a shopping bag on the floor and reached down and took out a can Redi-Whip. He shook the can; then, he sprayed the whip cream across Sarah’s toes making sure that the cream got in between her sexy toes. Sarah laughed all the more. In a matter of seconds she became a ball of hysterically tickled giggling goo when Simon began to lick the whip cream from her toes. It was driving her into a state of sheer madness as she felt Simon’s tongue sliding in between her toes with the greatest of ease. He nibbled her toes and licked her soles. Simon began to do a small concert of raspberries on Sarah’s soles. The tickling sensation was so massive that Sarah arched her back and just about broke her bonds. After the concert, Simon placed cherries in between Sarah’s toes and ate them from there. He also placed Hershey Kisses and carefully nibbled them from her toes. Simon spent the entire day covering Sarah’s feet with a variety of sweets: fudge, caramel, honey, peanut butter, all sort of puddings, and so on. He had a field day licking her feet and sucking her toes of the sweets.
After Simon took a wash cloth and cleaned her feet, he once again toed her toes back and rubbed Sarah’s feet with baby oil. Next, he slipped on a pair of skin-tight gloves with blunted metal tips. “Get ready for more laughs, Sarah.”
Simon slowly traced one tip across the base of her right toes. Sarah’s mouth opened so big that her jaw almost became dislocated, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. He drew random patterns on the sole of her right foot. Next, Simon stared on her left foot. Sarah wanted to wiggle her feet so badly, but it was no use. After a few minutes of a warm up, he let his “Tickle Spiders” loose on her feet.
Hours passed by at a snail’s pace for the poor ‘Buffy’ star. Simon stopped every couple of hours to shake the fatigue from his hands and crack his knuckles, but other than that it open season on Sarah Michelle Gellar’s ticklish, ticklish soles. Finally, Sarah passed out, again.
Moments later Simon woke her up with the salts. “Ready for some more?” he asked. Sarah busted out laughing at the thought of more tickling. She had this pleading look in her eyes. “HAHAHAHAHA!!! N-N-NO!!! STOP!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she laughed. “’No stop’ sure no problem.” Said Simon with a sinister grin and sadistic look in his eyes. “You see, Sarah. While you were passed out, I placed each foot in a clear box with lid.” Simon showed her a rather larger canister. “In here is enough Tickle Dust to fill the entire box. The dust will absorb into your feet, thus, making them hellishly more ticklish.” Simon went and opened the lid to her left foot and poured the dust in. The whole box was fill to the top. Simon closed and locked the lid. Next, he did the same to Sarah’s other foot. Afterwards, Simon just sat back and watched the magic. The level of the dust slowly started to go down as it was absorbed into Sarah’s feet. In about thirty minutes, all the dust was all gone, and Buffy was giggling and laughing like never before. Next, he placed a pair of padded headset on her.
“Now for the real fun.” Said Simon. He opened the lids and drizzled honey all over Sarah’s feet. Next, he took a jar of ants and poured a whole jar in each box. Simon closed and pad locked the lids shut. In a matter of seconds, the ants were all over Sarah’s feet. She was wildly floundering her feet about and wiggling her toes in an attempt of shaking the ants off her feet, but it was all in total vain. Simon loved it when Sarah melted into a state of pure unadulterated hysterical silent screaming laughter. Her beautiful face was twisted and contorted like a pretzel. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. Next, he pulled out a remote control and turned the stereo on. In the stereo was a CD chanted, “Tickle, tickle, tickle.” for one hour. The next hour it talked about the insane and maddening ticklie itch of the ants crawling all over Sarah’s helpless feet and in between her toes. After a couple of minutes of observing his inhumane and sadistic tickling, Simon left the room.
Days passed by when Simon returned to see how Sarah was doing. He walked over and took a gander at her. He looked at her feet to see that the ants were still at work crawling all over them. Only her sexy toes were wiggling out of reflex. Simon looked at Sarah and realized that her mind had turned to mush. She had a grin from ear to ear with drool coming out of each corner and snot on her upper lip like she had eaten glaze donuts. Her lovely green eyes were as wide as the full moon with a far off distant look to them. Sarah was permanently stuck in a state of eternal giggles, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle. HAAAAAAAA!!!!” She had completely lost it. That’s right fans. The lights were on but nobody was home.
Simon opened the boxes and sprayed bug killer in them. The ants died. He removed the boxes and with a soapy terry cloth washed Sarah’s feet. She went insane as she felt the course texture of the cloth rub against her hyper-ticklish feet and toes. Following this, he removed the headset. Next, he removed the straps and unzipped the sleeping bag. When he opened it up, the inside was drenched with sweat. With her mind turned to goo, and the fight tickled out of her, Sarah gave no struggle as Simon picked her up and placed her on the floor. She laid on the floor giggling uncontrollably. She was completely unaware when Simon placed the heavy-set portable stocks on the floor and placed her feet in them. Afterwards, he went and tied her arms to the side of her body. Next, Simon placed a pair of kittens in front of her feet and let them go to town licking Sarah’s helpless feet.
Simon stepped back and thought to himself, “Who will be next??”
THE END
By
Ovda
The last thing Sarah Michelle Gellar remembered was entering her home after a long five mile run. She was so sweaty. Suddenly from behind her a cloth covered her nose and mouth and everything went black.
Sarah woke to find herself in a plain wall room. She tried to get up but discover that she could hardly move an inch. She was in a sleeping bag with only her head and feet sticking out. The sleeping bag was securely strapped in place. Sarah also noticed that she was totally naked inside the bag. The only clothing she had on were her thick cotton socks and sneakers. Her feet were shoulder width apart and placed in a set of padded metal stocks. If Sarah was going to get freed, it was going to be with some help.
“HELP!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! PLEASE HELP ME!!” She hollered at the top of her voice, but it was no good. Sarah ended up falling asleep due to using all of her energy in trying to get freed.
“Hello, Sarah.” Spoke a man’s voice. “Wake up, Sarah.”
The stranger tickled the tip of Sarah’s nose with a slender feather. Her eyes popped open, and she sneezed. The bad thing about it was the sneeze fell back on her face.
She blinked her eyes for a few seconds till her vision became clear.
“W-What’s going on?” she asked; then, she remembered where she was at. “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
“My name is Simon. I’m a huge fan of yours. I’ve watched all of your movies, watch the show religiously, and yes. I even collect the comic books. Now the “Why?” Why I’m doing this to you? Simple. I have a major, major foot/tickle fetish. I absolutely love womens’ feet.”
Sarah was not liking this at all.
Simon pulled out a Rolling Stones issue. It was the issue that has Sarah sitting on the hood of a car. She was barefooted with pink toenails.
“This is one of my favorite pictures of you, Sarah. You have some of the most beautiful feet I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” He looked her straight in the face. “At nights I masturbate to this picture and to the one inside.” Sarah cringed at the thought of Simon spanking his monkey to her. Simon went and sat in front of Sarah’s trapped feet.
“P-Please d-don’t tickle my feet.” She begged. “You have no idea how ticklish my feet are. I’ll go mad. Besides I just finished running five miles in the hot sun. My feet will pretty smelly and sweaty.” She said this in hopes of detouring Simon’s desire to tickle her feet.
“I love a woman with smelly, sweaty feet.” Replied Simon with passion.
Fear took hold of Sarah when she heard this. Her heart began beating harder and harder. She started to have a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Simon grabbed hold of the end of her right shoelace. Slowly he pulled it watching as the knot started to unravel. Next, he did the same to her other shoe. He took a few seconds looking at her shoes with the laces hanging limp on both sides of Sarah’s shoes. He stretched out her shoes and pulled them off one by one. Next, Simon grabbed hold of Sarah’s right sock at the ankle and slowly pulled it till it was drooping over her toes. With one final move the sock came off. Simon did the same to the other sock.
For a few moments Simon simply sat there in total awe of Sarah’s unbelievably gorgeous naked 7.5 size feet. He had seen them on the Internet and in magazines, but nothing could compare to seeing her feet in the fleshy flesh. Her feet were simply beyond words. They look like a master craftsman sculpted them. What made it even more amazing was the sweat of her feet glistened in the light of the room as Sarah wiggled her toes and flexed her feet.
After Simon came out of his stupor, he smashed both socks against his nose and took deep healthy inhales to suck in the entire heady aroma of Sarah Michelle Gellar’s moist socks.
All Sarah could do was crane her head in order to see what Simon was going. When she saw what was going on, a look of disgust come across her face.
Next, Simon started sniffing and licking Sara’s feet. He loved the saltiness of her feet. Sarah’s feet were simply flawless and so buttery soft. Sarah threw her head back in hysterical laughter as she felt Simon’s wet tongue sliding up the soles of her horribly ticklish feet and in between her hyper-ticklish toes. He’d work on one foot for a good long time making sure to get it all nice and wet. Simon would nibble her toes, which would send Sarah screaming and hollering in hysterical laughter. It was far more unbearable than Simon nibbling her soles. As much as Sarah wiggled and floundered her tickled foot about, it was hopeless to get away from Simon’s licking and nibbling.
In a matter of seconds, Sarah had melted into a state of pure hysterical silent laughter. Next, Simon assaulted Sarah’s feet with a barrage of tickle teasing attacks. Sarah was screaming and hollering as she was simply beside herself in pure hysteria. No matter how much she struggled or wiggled her feet it was impossible to get away from the “Tickle Monster” that Simon had become. He was in the zone. Simon finally stopped when Sarah passed out from lack of oxygen.
Sarah woke with a violent jerk to the foul stench of smelling salts.
“I hope you had a nice nap, Sarah.” Said Simon. “Now to get down to serious tickling business.”
“W-What are you going to do to me?” asked a terrified Gellar. “P-Please, n-no more tickling. I-I’ll lose my mind.” Simon thought she looked so cute with that look of sheer helplessness in her eyes.
“You know what’s in here?” he asked showing her a wide mouth metal shaker. All Sarah could do is shake her head.
“I’ll tell you. In here is an invention of mine.” Spoke Simon. “It is a dust that effects only women. The dust heightens the ticklishness of a woman. I call it, “Tickle Dust”.
Before Sarah could say anything, Simon went and sat at her feet and began to sprinkle her right foot with the dust.
Sarah began laughing uncontrollable as she felt her right foot tingling with a freshness of heighten ticklishness. She wiggled and floundered her foot about trying to evade the Tickle Dust. After a number of healthy shakings, Simon started to dust Sarah’s left foot. He simply could not get over just how much fun this was going to be. Simon was getting so aroused and excited that he was getting a major hard on.
Following the dusting of Sarah’s feet, Simon produced a stiff turkey feather. Her lovely green eyes just about popped out of her sockets as she felt the tip of the feather stroke up and down her right foot. Her feet were now so hellishly ticklish that Sarah just melted into a state of indescribable silent screaming laughter. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. All that could be heard from tickled Sarah was when she would take quick inhales of air, but it was getting hard for her to keep up with the laughter gushing out of her burning aching lungs.
Simon would slide the feather in between her toes like he was playing a violin. It was absolute agonizing torture for Sarah all she wanted was for the tickling to stop. After a few minutes to torturing her right foot, Simon grabbed another feather and started tickling Sarah’s other foot. Two thoughts ran across his mind, “How long till she’s tickled to death?” and “How long till she pees herself?”
Simon dropped the feathers and gave her a break. Sarah was totally exhausted. She was whizzing as she struggled to get every ounce of oxygen into her burning lungs. Sarah laughed hysterically as she felt Simon tying her second and third toes back. Sarah tried to move her feet, but with the toes bound her feet were now immobile.
“Now for more dust.” Spoke Simon as he sprinkled an entire can of the dust on each foot. Now Sarah Michelle’s feet had become so insanely ticklish her feet turned into a nice shade of blush pink. Furthermore, Sarah was constantly giggling due to the air currents caressing her gorgeous feet.
Simon got a soft fine tipped artist brush and slowly started dragging across the base of her toes. He traced along the wrinkles of her gorgeous soles. It was torture for her. Simon had a doctor’s bag on the side that had a vast array of tickle tools: feather boas, shaving brushes, baby oil, electric toothbrushes, back scratches, etc. Simon spent seemingly countless hours tickling the hell out of Sarah’s feet.
He decided to show her a little mercy and stopped. Sarah’s mind was spinning from being tickled silly. He wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth. He also dried her tears. Sarah’s eyes were red and puffy. Simon went to get a tank of oxygen and placed the mask over her nose and mouth.
“Time for more dust.” Simon said to his beautiful giggling captive. Sarah was giggling so much that she could not say anything all she could do was shake her head in protest.
Simon untied her toes and sprinkled her feet with more dust. Sarah was so tired from laughing that she could barely move her feet to evade the dust. Her toes wiggled as the dust showered her feet.
Simon went and got two small desk fans. He placed them side by side in front of Sarah’s feet. He had about a dozen long slender feathers tied to the grill of each fan. “I’m about to leave for a few hours, but don’t worry I have made plans for you, Sarah.” He told her about the fans. Sarah began laughing even more hysterically at the thought of those feathers licking her helpless feet. Simon switched the fans on and Sarah Michelle Gellar exploded into a shower of screaming hysterically belly aching laughter. She wiggled and flailed her feet in some effort of escaping the feathers, but it was totally hopeless. It was torturous enough with the fast moving air tickling her feet, but the tips of the feathers licking her soles and toes just made it far more unbearable.
Simon left his hysterical beauty for a few hours. Sarah was actually losing her mind. She felt like she was going to pass out, but the oxygen kept her conscious through all of the hours of the merciless tickle torture.
Simon did come back after a few hours. When he returned, he turned off the fans and the feathers collapsed as if the life were taken from them. He went and removed the oxygen mask to see how Sarah was going. She was an absolute tickled mess. She hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead. Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head as she giggled non-stopped.
“I’m back, my ticklish beauty.” Spoke Simon as he brushed her hair to the side and kissed her forehead. Simon went and sat at Sarah’s feet. He still could not get over just gorgeous they were and so pink from the Tickle Dust. Simon placed a shopping bag on the floor and reached down and took out a can Redi-Whip. He shook the can; then, he sprayed the whip cream across Sarah’s toes making sure that the cream got in between her sexy toes. Sarah laughed all the more. In a matter of seconds she became a ball of hysterically tickled giggling goo when Simon began to lick the whip cream from her toes. It was driving her into a state of sheer madness as she felt Simon’s tongue sliding in between her toes with the greatest of ease. He nibbled her toes and licked her soles. Simon began to do a small concert of raspberries on Sarah’s soles. The tickling sensation was so massive that Sarah arched her back and just about broke her bonds. After the concert, Simon placed cherries in between Sarah’s toes and ate them from there. He also placed Hershey Kisses and carefully nibbled them from her toes. Simon spent the entire day covering Sarah’s feet with a variety of sweets: fudge, caramel, honey, peanut butter, all sort of puddings, and so on. He had a field day licking her feet and sucking her toes of the sweets.
After Simon took a wash cloth and cleaned her feet, he once again toed her toes back and rubbed Sarah’s feet with baby oil. Next, he slipped on a pair of skin-tight gloves with blunted metal tips. “Get ready for more laughs, Sarah.”
Simon slowly traced one tip across the base of her right toes. Sarah’s mouth opened so big that her jaw almost became dislocated, but no sound was coming out of her mouth. He drew random patterns on the sole of her right foot. Next, Simon stared on her left foot. Sarah wanted to wiggle her feet so badly, but it was no use. After a few minutes of a warm up, he let his “Tickle Spiders” loose on her feet.
Hours passed by at a snail’s pace for the poor ‘Buffy’ star. Simon stopped every couple of hours to shake the fatigue from his hands and crack his knuckles, but other than that it open season on Sarah Michelle Gellar’s ticklish, ticklish soles. Finally, Sarah passed out, again.
Moments later Simon woke her up with the salts. “Ready for some more?” he asked. Sarah busted out laughing at the thought of more tickling. She had this pleading look in her eyes. “HAHAHAHAHA!!! N-N-NO!!! STOP!!!AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” she laughed. “’No stop’ sure no problem.” Said Simon with a sinister grin and sadistic look in his eyes. “You see, Sarah. While you were passed out, I placed each foot in a clear box with lid.” Simon showed her a rather larger canister. “In here is enough Tickle Dust to fill the entire box. The dust will absorb into your feet, thus, making them hellishly more ticklish.” Simon went and opened the lid to her left foot and poured the dust in. The whole box was fill to the top. Simon closed and locked the lid. Next, he did the same to Sarah’s other foot. Afterwards, Simon just sat back and watched the magic. The level of the dust slowly started to go down as it was absorbed into Sarah’s feet. In about thirty minutes, all the dust was all gone, and Buffy was giggling and laughing like never before. Next, he placed a pair of padded headset on her.
“Now for the real fun.” Said Simon. He opened the lids and drizzled honey all over Sarah’s feet. Next, he took a jar of ants and poured a whole jar in each box. Simon closed and pad locked the lids shut. In a matter of seconds, the ants were all over Sarah’s feet. She was wildly floundering her feet about and wiggling her toes in an attempt of shaking the ants off her feet, but it was all in total vain. Simon loved it when Sarah melted into a state of pure unadulterated hysterical silent screaming laughter. Her beautiful face was twisted and contorted like a pretzel. Tears were streaming from the corners of her tightly sealed eyelids. Next, he pulled out a remote control and turned the stereo on. In the stereo was a CD chanted, “Tickle, tickle, tickle.” for one hour. The next hour it talked about the insane and maddening ticklie itch of the ants crawling all over Sarah’s helpless feet and in between her toes. After a couple of minutes of observing his inhumane and sadistic tickling, Simon left the room.
Days passed by when Simon returned to see how Sarah was doing. He walked over and took a gander at her. He looked at her feet to see that the ants were still at work crawling all over them. Only her sexy toes were wiggling out of reflex. Simon looked at Sarah and realized that her mind had turned to mush. She had a grin from ear to ear with drool coming out of each corner and snot on her upper lip like she had eaten glaze donuts. Her lovely green eyes were as wide as the full moon with a far off distant look to them. Sarah was permanently stuck in a state of eternal giggles, “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Tickle, tickle, tickle. HAAAAAAAA!!!!” She had completely lost it. That’s right fans. The lights were on but nobody was home.
Simon opened the boxes and sprayed bug killer in them. The ants died. He removed the boxes and with a soapy terry cloth washed Sarah’s feet. She went insane as she felt the course texture of the cloth rub against her hyper-ticklish feet and toes. Following this, he removed the headset. Next, he removed the straps and unzipped the sleeping bag. When he opened it up, the inside was drenched with sweat. With her mind turned to goo, and the fight tickled out of her, Sarah gave no struggle as Simon picked her up and placed her on the floor. She laid on the floor giggling uncontrollably. She was completely unaware when Simon placed the heavy-set portable stocks on the floor and placed her feet in them. Afterwards, he went and tied her arms to the side of her body. Next, Simon placed a pair of kittens in front of her feet and let them go to town licking Sarah’s helpless feet.
Simon stepped back and thought to himself, “Who will be next??”
THE END
